19Author's Note: Oh right, forget to mention it, Juliet is .. alive in this fic. I think that's all you need to know. And thank you for your reviews, I appreciate every single one. :) Sorrrry that it took so long, was on vacation, had major writer's block and lack of motivation, so here it is, not the best, but I don't know, learn to love it, lol.
Calm down, Justin, no one will ever know, this is for educational purposes only, nothing to feel bad about.
He held the key to the cheap apartment in his shaking hand, ready to unlock the door. His gaze lowered to the doormat, wondering if she already arrived, before he kneeled down to lift it from the ground.
Nothing. She was already in the building. His heart race rose as he slowly got on his feet again, his mind filled with more possible scenarios than he could take at once.
Granted, it really was a desperate way to solve his little problem, but it was the easiest one he came up with. That's what he got for dating an older woman. A 2175 years older woman.
Inhaling one last deep breath, he opened the door and entered the pitch-black room. He couldn't make out more than the contours of the furniture; the bed on the opposite side of the room, the bedside table next to it, the half-ruined wardrobe that was leaning on the wall next to him with its last strength and the small television that has seen better days mounted to the wall in front of the double bed, but he noticed a crack of light under the bathroom door. He turned the light on, (because he didn't want to bump into anything, not because he still wasn't over the whole Mantooth-issue, psh) silently regretting that he didn't bring his lightsaber night-light with him.
As he walked over to the bed, he dropped his keys on the nightstand, staying next to the bed after risking a quick glance towards the door to the bathroom. "What am I doing?" he mumbled while shaking his head, ashamed by himself.
Was he really doing this? Of all the possibilities he had, he preferred the least Justin way? He simply wanted to get over and done with it, couldn't help himself from being nervous though. He loved Juliet, that was an undeniable fact, so it was understandable that he just didn't want to lose her because he couldn't satisfy her the way she needed to be. At least that's what he told himself to make it sound right in his head.
Justin sat down on the edge of the queen-sized bed and rested his head in his hands, frustrated by the thoughts flashing through his mind. He let himself fall onto the mattress in a desperate attempt to relax, unsuccessfully.
Juliet would never find out about this. And if she would, it'd be alright, he'd tell her why he did it, she would forgive him. She was his Shnoogly-boo-boo McCuteykins, of course she would.
Hopefully, he thought while lying his right arm over his eyes.
He did it for her, he did it for them; for their love. She had told him that sex is not that important to her, that it didn't matter if he's a virgin or not. He didn't believe her. He was scared that she'd get bored and dump him, that he wouldn't be able to please her rightfully. He had fooled around with girls before, but they haven't had Casanova himself in their bed.
The clicking noise of heels interrupted his train of thoughts and he quickly got off the bed again, inspecting the stranger in front of his eyes with his mouth agape.
She stood with her back to him, but that was enough to get his imagination going. Soft curls falling over the woman's shoulders, she wore her dark-brown-hair long and had a black-laced bra with a matching thong on. He barely managed not to drool as he felt his blood rushing south at speed, and for a moment there was no need to try to stop thinking.
His panic came rushing back when she told him to turn the light off. Does she have any right to command that? I don't even know how it's supposed to work with the lights on, how am I going to make it right without seeing anything?
It didn't matter though, because the way she stood in front of him made him switch it off automatically.
Once the room fell dark, the noises her heels made on the laminate floor proceeded, then stopped right behind him. He could feel her hot breath on his flushed skin, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Her soft lips brushed against the side of it in the slightest manner, and his eyes closed by themselves as he felt her slim hand stroking his arm. "What can I do for you?", she whispered in-between kisses and his eyes popped open once again.
This was the last chance to end it, after then he wouldn't be able to think rationally anymore, now was the right time to come to his senses again. But somehow he couldn't help himself from craving her touch.
He cleared his throat and answered, causing a chuckle from her side, and mentally cursed at himself as his voice pitched higher from the stranger's grasp on his manhood. Justin felt himself harden under her hand and was sure she did too, what didn't stop her from massaging him, though. Good thing the lights were off.
While he turned a beet red as she asked him if he ever had sex, the hand that was just stroking his arm softly pulled him back, and he turned around as he understood what she meant. Her eyes stared at him through half-opened eyelids, his closed as her fingers touched his lips. "No," he answered in all honesty, being overwhelmed with the feel on his skin, shockwaves running up and down his spine, not even hearing what she had responded to his confession.
Her small hands pushed him onto the bed, and before his mind could process what happened, it gave up on trying as she followed right behind, attacking his neck with wet kisses and soft bites once more whilst he felt her tugging on his flannel, desperately ripping it open when it took too long to fully unbutton it.
He let his head fall to the hard mattress in ecstasy, squirming and moaning quietly, then biting his lip to keep as quiet as possible, and gripped her hips roughly upon feeling her nibbling on one of his nipples.
He knotted his hands in her hair and bit down on his tongue, all but letting the moan that was threatening to escape his lips out. Her hands were all over him, on his crotch, cupping his cheek, on his chest, on his arms, and he had tried to remind himself more often than planned that he didn't do this for fun, that he did it for practice. Tried.
Her lips plunged to his and he responded just as fiercely, gladly surrendering to the inevitable. Her lips opened and her tongue darted out to brush across his lips, and Justin opened his mouth to give her entrance, kissing back with rising passion. The same time as they kissed, he quickly stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in his opened shirt and boxershorts. He helped her out of her thong, streaking against her wet slit by accident and mentally slapped himself as a gasp slipped out of his mouth. He hadn't expected her to be that wet. Embarassed by his behavior, he swiftly laid his hand on her waist, not knowing what else to do to ease the situation.
He almost whined out loud as he felt the lack of her on him, silently sighing out of relief, though, when she pulled his boxers down, and he happily helped her to get them off of him. In an instant, her hands were gripping his shaft, causing him to close his eyes and again fall back onto the mattress. The moans finally escaped as she started pumping him, relaxing under her touch and shivering visibly.
It wasn't his fault if the line between fun and education kind of blurred in the process.
Overwhelmed by the sudden feel on his shaft, his mind shut down and Justin pressed his forehead against hers, pleasingly massaging her breasts in his hands.
As the speed of her strokes increased, her lips crushed onto his another time, and he hungrily kissed back, forcing his tongue into her mouth while he cupped her face in his hands.
The feeling was unimaginable, he couldn't keep quiet anymore, and Justin moaned out in complete pleasure, whispering something he himself couldn't even register anymore.
Just as he was about to ejaculate, she let him go, his whimper from the lack of her touch blurring with the noises of rustling bed sheets and laborated breathing, didn't comment it as she continued sucking and kissing on his neck, though. Before she striped his shirt off of him, he quickly took the condom he bought before he got there out of his chest pocket, not even trying to hide how proud he was that he was so prepared for this.
He ripped the package open and took it out, slowly bringing it down to his penis. He had tried it before, he had practiced for this. But what if he didn't get it on right? After he had slipped it on once, he took it off again, being sure that it hadn't been on the right way, and repeated this task for 5 times until he was halfway satisfied with his outcome. She had gotten off of him to leave him space, and he felt her upper arm brushing his. As he tapped her on her shoulder, she slightly jumped, seeming like she hadn't even acknowledged his presence until then, and immediately straddled him again.
He felt her slit on his glans as she positioned herself over his cock, and quickly stopped her by holding her arms that were supporting her weight next to him with a firm grip of his hands.
She was about to- We are- Oh my goodness, we are going to- Unfinished thoughts were racing through his mind, not daring to let go of her in shock. Losing his virginity to a prostitute had never been an option in his entire life, just the thought of it disgusted him. He had always thought of himself a romantic person, who would keep his innocence until he found that very person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, and now he did, and she wasn't even the person that was about to deflower him.
He cleared his throat once, twice, his face pale as possible, "Sh- Shouldn't we be discussing this first?"
She questioned what he meant, and he blushed again, embarrassed by his stupidity that he thought a hooker would be interested in him being a virgin or not.
She didn't move one bit as he mentioned for her to get off of him, didn't even obey as he tried to shove her off, so he let his arms fall to his sides and sighed resignedly. He asked her if this shouldn't be more special, he was just about to lose his virginity to him, how could she keep so cool?
The woman snickered at him, and his cheeks turned even hotter, plus parts he didn't even want to think about right now, while she asked him, "You call a slut to talk with her about your feelings?"
He shrugged embarrassedly and brushed it off, mumbling that she should just go on with her earlier task.
He heard her giggle one final time, but it was drowned out by his gasp as he felt her sliding down his penis, as he felt himself entering her.
By the time he was completely her, he moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her to him as close as possibly. For a short time span she didn't do anything, just let him and probably herself adjust to the feeling of it, then gradually raising her hips a little, just to push them down again, and repeating it.
He threw his head back ecstatically, grinding into her while she rode him progressively, moaning, grunting, panting beneath her.
She nuzzled her head into his neck and he felt his skin vibrating as she moaned into it, and dug her fingers into his shoulders while increasing her riding him.
Since the time he entered her he had shut down completely, stopped pretending that he didn't want this, stopped thinking in general. He grunted as he grinded against her once more before he came, moaning, cursing, groaning, squirming, all his muscles clenched as he entered himself into the woman and pushed his head into the mattress as deep as possible, his eyes shut tight.
Not one second after he finished, she rolled off of him, and the cold air that was striping against his body cooled him down, drying his sweat on his skin, but he was still disappointed from the loss of body temperate on top of him.
His eyes were still closed, but he heard her picking up her lingerie and heels and foot steps in direction bath room.
So, this was it? First turning him on majorly, letting him finish and then leaving him lying naked on the bed? It was not like he hadn't expected it to work like this but how she cried out in utter pleasure and her breathy moans he had caused seemed so .. surprisingly real.
He sat up and slipped into his boxers before turning the light on, then quickly putting on the rest of his clothes as well.
Justin dared a glance towards the unlocked door barely 5 feet away from him, tempted, so, so tempted to get in there and take her another time. Anything, but not letting it end like this.
Only then he remembered that this was her job, and that he actually had to pay her for this, and hastily felt for his wallet before sighing in relief, and shouted awkwardly, "I'll just .. I'll just lie the money on the bed if you need your, umm, time in there. How much do I owe you?"
After a good minute he frowned, believing that she didn't hear her and was about to ask another time, as he heard a muffled response from the other side of the door, "I'm gonna give you a discount because you'd been a virgin, so just lie a $100-bill on it and we're even."
His eyes widened in excitement as he gasped contently, promptly taking out one of the bills he had taken with him for the night and lying it on the bed, not being sure what she had meant with it. He just knew it had meant something to her too.
The woman didn't respond to his gratitude, which led him to the conclusion that the conversation was over and stood there, in the middle of the room, in the middle of his dirty little secret, before he awkwardly left the hotel room as quiet as possible.
He walked along the moon-lit path, the cold air refreshing his thoughts, his head finally free of all the fog that had accumulated itself the time he spent in that hotel room. Somehow, he didn't feel regret, no, he almost felt content. Why, he had no idea.
He looked down to his wrist, wondering what time it was. 04:12 a.m., I should get home before dad stands up to get a snack.
"Justin!", he heard as he was about to reach for his keys in his pants pocket und casually turned around, almost shouting a Hey Alex!, until he remembered where he was again.
Would've told himself that it was just a coincidence, wouldn't it have been for the black-laced bra strap peeking out of her v-neck.
Not even aware of what he was doing, how he was reacting, what his facial expressions looked like he just stood there, staring at her, with his keys dangling from her index finger, smirk constant on her lips.
Her lips moved, his eyes didn't hear anything, he just felt the same taste as before on his skin as she pressed her now familiar lips on his and his eyes kept following her every step as she went off and disappeared into the night.
Oh, hell ..