Been You

Chapter 41: Support With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

Justin and I fucked all morning. And I have to admit, it was amazing. It's also made me feel more confident than I have in a while. The way I have him sprung really makes me feel like that bitch. Don't get me wrong, I still get the images that make me want to vomit. The difference now is that I have other images to combat them. Justin being mesmerized by my body during sex. Him doing whatever I say because I'm just that hot. Him gripping on my body desperately. He's had so many girls and I'm the one who's got him tripping like this? Damn right, I am. 

Now we are laying in his bed, exhausted from our vigorous activity. We're breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling in bliss. After catching my breath, I finally speak. "Justin, I'm starving. Can we go eat?" He rolls over to kiss me sloppily on the cheek.

"I thought you'd never ask," he says happily. I playfully punch him in the arm as I get up. I go over to his drawer, pull on a pair of his sweats and t-shirt. I fold the waist of the sweats over as many times as I can, making them as close to fitting me as they're ever going to get. "We can stop at your dorm to get you some clothes if you want," Justin offers, laughing at me struggling to make his pants fit me. I blush.

"Um... loose clothes have kind been easier to wear lately. Especially if I'm going to be eating..." I explain nervously, awaiting his response.

"That's fine," he responds, unphased. "I mean, I can't wait until you're ready to show off that sexy ass of yours," he comments biting his lip, "but until then, if my sweats make you feel good? They make me feel great," he finishes, getting up to kiss me. I smile into the kiss. Having his support means so much to me. Once he pulls away from the kiss, I slap his bare ass.

"Get dressed, I'm hungry," I joke. He laughs, looking for clothes. He pulls them on and I glare at him, annoyed.

"Justin. You have to change. We're wearing the same outfit!" I yell, gesturing towards our identical oversized grey t-shirts and matching sweatpants. He leans down, nearing my ear.

"Small difference," he whispers. "I'm wearing underwear." I slap his arm, jokingly appalled. He laughs and turns to head out the door. I hurry to slide on my sneakers to follow him, rolling my eyes. We head downstairs to the living room where Za and Ryan are playing video games. I guess not much has changed since I've been gone.

"Hey, Justin," Ryan calls from the couch. I groan internally. This can't be good. "Can you do whatever you did last week again? Actually being able to sleep in my own house for a week was nice," he jeers. Justin's jaw clenches. Our break up is still a touchy subject for the both of us. Justin balls up a fist, but I grab his arm.

"It's not worth it, baby," I comfort. "Just ignore him, so we can go eat and make out," I request happily. Justin relaxes. Ryan looks back, looking somewhat disappointed. Why does he always have to tease me about my sex life? It doesn't bother me much because I know what it's like to be at the other end of the spectrum, to be the girl no one could ever imagine getting laid. I just wish Ryan would stop because it bothers Justin. He feels like he always has to defend my honor, and eventually it's gonna get him in trouble. Justin looks back at me.

"Eat and make out?" He verifies. I nod, pecking him on the lips. Ryan turns back to his game, groaning in disgust. Justin and I walk out in our matching outfits. "Where would you like to eat and make out, boo?" He asks once we're outside. The fall weather is setting in and I shiver. Justin wraps his arms around me. I giggle from the butterflies.

"I want spaghetti," I say, cheering up at him.

"My woman wants spaghetti, my woman gets spaghetti," he replies, squeezing me in tighter as we walk to the Italian restaurant on campus.