AS THE STORY GOES

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"You look super handsome," Lourdes said as she welcomed Justin into their parents' home with open arms.

"I know, right?" He was all smiles as he lifted her off the ground a little when he pulled her in for a kiss. "I made Joaquin take, like, ten pictures of me. I got mad likes on the gram, babe."

"So many accomplishments in one little weekend," she said sarcastically with a smile as she stepped away to hug her father, and Justin walked towards the kitchen where Marisol was cooking.

"Hey, Ma." Justin met Marisol with a hug and kiss to her forehead.

"You look like you had a great weekend." Marisol couldn't help but return the bright smile he was giving her.

He nodded once. "I did."

"I need to hear all about it," she said, making sure to look him in the eyes as Jon walked in loudly to greet her.

"You will," Justin said as he walked away to let Jon have a moment with her. He slowed when he saw Lourdes and Joaquin in a tight hug—Joaquin was telling her something that had her giggling in his arms. Joaquin kissed her forehead and then stepped away.

"That's my best friend," Lourdes said with a smile, pointing to Joaquin as he walked into the kitchen.

"Damn right! Since day one," Joaquin said, looking to rile his mother, as he headed for the kitchen.

"Joaquin Cortez McKenna-Acevedo!" Marisol yelled for the first time Justin had ever heard. "Language!"

"Damn, Joaquin," Jimmy said laughingly, just to incite his wife.

"Jimmy! Knock it off!" Marisol screamed.

Lourdes and Justin laughed to themselves as they slipped from the house. Without asking, she walked up behind him and took his shoulders to hop onto his back. He anticipated her and took her thighs to hold her up while she kissed the back of his neck and giggled. He walked through her unlocked door and sat down on the edge of her chaise lounge with Lourdes still behind him and wrapped around his body. Lourdes pulled his new grey leather jacket from his broad shoulders while he ran his hands up and down her thighs. Once she had it off, he turned to her, kissing her with a little desperation.

"I missed you. I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks. I want to have sex with you," Justin said, staring into her green eyes as if looking for her answer in his reflection.

She laughed nervously. "Same—to all three of those things. In that order. Same, same, and same."

He smiled hard before kissing her. "I thought you'd think I'd said some crazy shit."

She laughed at herself and rolled her eyes. "Can we go to my room, please?"

"Ohh, I've never been upstairs." He stood up and took her hand to pull her to her feet. She lead the way up her staircase to the master bedroom, which was inviting with deep grey on the wall and purples and blues on the bed. He didn't look around much more than to notice how soft and plush her king-sized bed looked as he picked her up and laid her down.

They kissed and touched and slowly undressed item by item until he had her in her black lace panties and he was down to his boxer briefs. He hesitated, taking in the soft curves of her thick thighs or the way her breasts were so cute and round—one slightly plumper than the other.

"I wish I could take a picture in my mind of seeing you like this for the first time," Justin said quietly in the dim light from the setting sun outside her window.

"Take my picture," Lourdes grinned slyly.

His eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

"For your eyes only." She bit her lip teasingly.