Junia Baker's Journal

Chapter Ten

Friday finally rolled around and it was painstakingly long to reach the end of the week. Like I instructed him to do, Justin called Friday after school. I told him to meet me at a friend's apartment. I didn't disclose that it was Benji's, because he didn't need to know that. I gave him the address and I left right after our phone call, telling my mom that I was going to Bhodi's.

I saw the look Benji gave me when I said where I was going, because I know he knows that I'm lying to her and I'll be at his place, hopefully getting my brains screwed out. I can't believe how much I've shifted in the past month or so, how much I went from not caring about sex to thinking about it a lot. Even though I don't want to admit it, I know this wouldn't have been the case if I never fell asleep on the couch with Benji.

I got to his place before Justin, and I made sure the place was tidied up - as Benji didn't do a great job of that for me (not that I expected him to). There were a couple beer cans laying out on the counter and his recycling was overflowing - which I found ironic because of his job.

Benji's apartment was a bachelor, so his bed was his couch, smack dab in the middle of the room. He has a tiny kitchen off to the left and there was a door in the kitchen that led to the bathroom, which I thought was an odd placement. Next to his bed, he had the record player my mother and I got him, along with a big, comfy chair just beside it.

I've been to his apartment before, but only with my mother and it was just a quick pop in before we left. Now that I'm really in here, looking around, I see him in everything. The decor, or lack there of I should say, the fact that nothing was very organized. He only had two chairs at his table, which I assume is fine because he's only one person, but I still thought it was an odd number to have.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts and I rushed over, yanking it open.

"Hi." I say shyly, letting Justin inside.

He walks in, tousling his hair. He looks so cute. I wonder if I should tell him, but I choose not to.

"So... who's place is this?" He questions.

"Uh, just a friend." I shrug my shoulders and close the door, turning the lock for privacy.

"Cool." He mumbles, walking around, though there's not many places to walk. He stops once he reaches the bed and he turns around, looking at me. "Are you... thinking what I'm thinking?" His eyebrow shoots up, cocking it.

All he needed to say were those six words and I was rushing to him, jumping onto his body.

After fifteen whole minutes, Justin finished and I didn't. I wasn't disappointed, as I have a feeling now that we have a place we can do this, this wouldn't be the last time we'd be sleeping together. I can imagine with just a couple more times, I think he'll be able to pleasure me properly.

Maybe there was a tiny piece of me that was dissatisfied but I pushed that thought away. I see the potential in him, in us doing this together.

Justin didn't stay for long, he ended up leaving after about an hour. He said he had to get home to help his dad with his car. I wasn't sure if maybe he hated the way I had sex and he was trying to get out as fast as possible, or if he was actually telling the truth. I suppose if I hear from him again or not will be a telltale sign.

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I was overthinking for nothing. It's been about a month since Benji agreed to let me use his apartment to see Justin.

We've been going over there about three times a week, after class, on the weekend, whenever we had the chance. The sex went from mediocre to great - however, he still hasn't been able to make me finish. It's a little frustrating but I'm trying not to show that it bothers me to not discourage him.

It's Saturday, our common day to meet up here. I go to use the key to unlock the door, but to my surprise it's already unlocked.

"Benji?" I call out once I get inside. There's no reply. I guess he forgot to lock it.

I wait for Justin on the bed, hearing the familiar knock he makes on the door. Like routine, I yank it open, he comes inside and to my surprise, he doesn't say anything. He simply picks me up and motions for me to wrap my legs around him, which I do. I grip his waist tight to not fall, and he carries me to the bed. He drops me down and climbs on top of me, taking my clothes off. My excitement intensifies and I eagerly pull at his clothes as well.

In only a couple seconds, he's inside of me and I'm moaning in pleasure.

My eyes are shut tight and my chin is pointed up to the ceiling, which makes it hard for me to notice that the bathroom door swings open. I only know because I hear a loud, "Oh shit!"

The voice sounds very familiar and I open my eyes, gasping when I see Benji standing there. He stares at me for a second too long, before going back into the bathroom and shutting the door.

By now, Justin has stopped and he's staring at me, frozen in place - terrified to move. "Um..." He mumbles, pulling out of me.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I had no idea my friend was home, I swear." I reply, gently pushing him off of me. I grab my clothes and start to put them back on. "You should do the same. And you should probably leave. Again, I'm sorry this is happening again." I let out an embarrassed chuckle. "He's not usually home Saturdays."

Justin sighs and gets dressed. "No, it's okay. Um, yeah it's no problem." He pulls his shirt over his head. "Call me later, okay?" He bites his lip.

I nod my head. "I was going to even if you didn't ask me to."

He smirked at me and left the apartment, thankfully not in as much of a rush and panic as the first time. I wait a couple seconds, thinking of what to say to Benji. I truly didn't know he was here, now I'm worried that he's going to think I planned all of this, that I wanted him to catch me.

I get up and slowly make my way to the bathroom door, taking my time. It takes me three whole minutes to walk across his tiny apartment. I raise my hand, it shakes from being so nervous, and I hit the door three times with my knuckles. He opens it immediately.

"Let me explain!" I blurt out, beating him to be the first one to speak. "I didn't know you were home. I called out your name when I got here because the door was unlocked! I thought maybe you just didn't lock it." I say as fast I can, almost out of breath by the end of it, so I take in a tiny gasp of air afterwards.

"I was in the...bath. With my headphones on. I didn't hear you when you came in." He says, unable to look me in the eyes. It's dead silent between us and I debate running out of here crying. Did I ruin everything? Again? "I don't really know if I'm supposed to apologize, as you know, this is my place." He adds on. At least he's speaking to me.

"You're never here Saturdays! You're always at our place." I defend myself.

"I know, I know." He interjects. "But your mom is doing a double today. I thought I'd only go over later." He explains.

I sigh. "Well, I know I'm not really in the position to say this because it's not my place... But I wish you had warned me. I didn't mean for you to see that." I mumble quietly, embarrassment taking over my body. My stomach is starting to churn and I wonder if I might be sick. He saw me completely naked, having sex with someone on his bed. I mean, he knew what I was doing when I was here, but I never thought he'd actually see it.

"No, you're right. I should've said something to you. I apologize. How about we just um, forget about that?" He suggests.

I chuckle, my cheeks burning bright red. "Yeah. I like that idea." I nod my head after speaking.

"Cool. How about we go pick up some groceries? Your ma' wanted me to do that today but I guess we can go together. That is if you want to?" He cocks an eyebrow.

I gulp. I guess getting back to our normal habits with each other is a good idea. Afterall, it's been a while since that conversation we had and I'm over everything that happened between us. "Sure. I'd like to."