Been You

Chapter 59: Flirt With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

About ten minutes into the movie, I feel Justin's lips pressed to my ear. His soft skin sends a rush throughout my body. He whispers, "You're so pretty. Can I kiss you?" His voice is so childlike. I stifle a giggle. He makes me feel like a little schoolgirl, like I never missed out on middle school dating at all. My heart flutters. I nod quickly, happily. Suddenly Justin kisses me with enough force that I'm pushed into a laying position, my head laying on one armrest, my feet draping over the other. Justin somehow maneuvered himself on top of me. As our tongues intertwine, Justin rolls his hips into mine, making my head spin with lust. It's dark with the lights out and the curtains closed, but the possibility of us getting caught turns me on more. Justin pulls away, and the absence of his lips on mine almost sends me into a panic. But before I could even miss his lips, I feel them on my ear once again. "You'll probably say no, but... wanna go to second base?" He whispers, nibbling on my ear. My stomach flips at his juvenile flirting. I spent all of middle school hearing the other girls talking about experiences like these, dreaming of it one day being me. This is a million times better than my imagination ever allowed. I grab his hand, placing it on my boob under his sweater that I'm wearing. Hopefully, that answers his question.

His lips return to mine, and I can feel him smiling into the kiss while his thumb circles my nipple. It hardens with pleasure. This isn't the only physiological reaction I'm having right now. I feel my lower region moistening by the second, and with Justin's hips still rolling into mine, he probably does too. Kissing his way back to my ear, he whispers, "Feels like somebody is ready for third base, yeah?"

"Yeah," I answer desperately. Justin's hand travels down my stomach from my boob, and lands just at the lace trim of my panties. My sex aches as he lifts the fabric painfully slow. His lips still at my ear, he whispers again.

"Now, I've never done this before, so I need you to tell me what feels good," he teases. Ugh, he's so cute. His hand slips under my panties and he lightly touches my clit. The contacted causes me to let a moan out, the anticipation driving me wild. During our love session, the loud action scenes in the movie drowning out our sounds of passion. Unfortunately, I apparently chose the worst possible moment to moan. The film went quiet, the fight scene complete. My face goes hot as the others turn away from the film to see Justin on top of me with one hand in my panties. I cover my mouth, humiliated. They all turn their heads back to the film, immediately realizing what we were doing. As if I weren't mortified enough, matters had to be made worse.

"No fucking on the furniture," Christian dictated, his eyes locked on the screen. I can hear stifled giggles, but I can't be sure who they're from. My stomach drops ten million stories. Justin smirks at me. Needing the embarrassment to end, I push Justin off of me and sit up on my half of the love seat only. Justin tries to put his arm around me again, but I push him off, determined not to be embarrassed again. I cross my arms over my chest to keep myself under control. I can feel Justin's smug energy radiating off of him as if he were the sun. Why is he like this? I feel Justin's breath near my ear preceding his imminent whispering.

"Raincheck?" He asks smugly. I push him away from myself, standing from the love seat immediately.

"I'm thirsty," I mutter, heading toward the kitchen, desperate to get away from Justin right now.

"Yeah, me too, baby girl," Justin answers slyly. "Me too."