I'm a belieber. I love Justin Bieber no matter what. He's perfection, who cares about what he does, he's not the only person in the world who does shit like that. "They" just make it worse than it sounds and sometimes change the story.
"Here he comes!" Says his mommy. She's such a sweat heart you have no idea.
"I think I did good out there." Justin walks backstage with me and his mother.
"I hope they like your new hairstyle? Do you love it?"
I tell him as we give him some water and go to his room. The security guards always guarding his room, following him and sometimes us.
"You need a little hair spray here, let me fix that... there you go."
I tell him as he sits in his chair to relax a little.
"I wanna sleep a little, I'm tired." He speaks as he rubs his chin and then cover his eyes, each with one finger then tilts his head to take a nap.
His mommy wasn't in the room, only me and him, alone.
"You want me to rub your shoulders?"
"That be helpful, hehe" with a little giggle at the end.
As I feel his shoulders he moves his head around. Imagine being one of his workers, he's sexy, I couldn't resist but feel his neck and come a bit closer.
Then I just slowly let down my hands through his chest then passed his six pack.
Justin not resisting.
I go ahead and walk a semi circle around the chair since I was behind him.
He doesn't resist one bit.
I go and put my left leg on top of his legs, now both legs clinging off if him.
He grabs me from my hips.
I grab his face.
He comes closer.
I come closer.
Then we kiss.
I hold his face tight.
I hold his lips tight.
He starts undressing me.
Takes off my light blouse, all white.
I go for his white shirt as well.
We are both shirtless.
But I have a bra on.
He un straps that.
My C cup bra falls down with the rest of my clothing.
And his.
We are now closer than ever.
He picks me up, and holds my ass, while we have another kiss.
On my mind quickly I think, what if someone comes in.
But then I remember Justin say, "I'm tired"
Who knew that his hair stylist would be able to get him all hyped up and not tired anymore.
Now we cross along his bed, king size.
We are still making out.
Seems to me he isn't virgin, but I am.
I go for his, he goes for mine.
We end up with the best night unexpectedly.
I love him.
