Been You

Chapter 63: Practice With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

Justin's hands wander my body as we kiss our way to the staircase passionately. I run my fingers through his hair, all sweaty and mussed up. Our tongues intertwined and our bodies melting together, it feels as though we are the only two in the world. That is until a voice interrupts us.

"Welcome back," Ryan's voice teases from the living room behind us. I pull my mouth away from Justin's with all the strength I can muster to look behind myself. In the living room, I see Ryan, Christian, and Za seated with their respective girlfriends. Embarrassment is my first instinct, but that passes almost instantly and is replaced with another. I pull away from Justin completely running over to the living room.

"Titi!" I squeal on my way over to Atifa, Za's girlfriend and the only girl who has ever been a friend to me. She stands up just as excitedly.

"Ely!" She squeals in response. She stands up to pull me into what I was expecting to be a hug. Instead, she plants a kiss on my mouth. It's somewhere between a peck and a lip lock, and although it does shock me, I'm not mad at it and I don't pull away. I do, however, taste the alcohol on her breath, making me giggle into the kiss before we break apart. I guess they've been drinking while we were out.

"Looks like you've missed me just as much as I've missed you, babe," I joke. She grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"Of course," she sings in response. "Please join us," she requests, batting her eyes at me. I smile, flattered. I glance back at Justin, his jaw hanging open at us, his face still red and his hair still messy from the passion of our make out session.

"Anything for you, baby," I answer, squeezing her hand back. "But, um, I've gotta take care of something upstairs first," I continue, biting my lip and cutting my eyes toward Justin. The boys get a kick out of this, laughing and cheering Justin on. I roll my eyes at their immaturity before leaving to rejoin Justin at the stairs. Justin gestures for me to go ahead of him, but once I am, he leans in so that his mouth is next to my ear so that only I can hear his whispers.

"That was hot, but remember you're mine," he breathes, squeezing my ass. A chill runs through my body as my skin is covered with goosebumps. I quicken my pace, running up to his room impatiently. Once we make it to his room, he shuts the door behind himself. I pull him by his shirt and push him down so that he's sitting on the edge of his bed. He smiles up at me deviously as I pull my shirt over my head, exposing myself to him. I pull down my pants and panties, leaving myself completely naked. Justin grabs my hips, pulling me in between his thighs to say, "Damn, you make me a lucky man."

I remove his shirt and pants as well before kneeling to suck his dick. Once he's fully erect, I go to straddle his lap before sliding his dick into my dripping pussy. I fuck him in this position until he's screaming my name. Immediately after we recover from this first orgasm, I push his shoulders so that he's laying flat while I remain upright. I start humping him until he and I are both prepared for round two. While I ride his dick, he slaps my ass, making me feel like a slut. I'm so turned on by it. I tell him that I'm close to the edge, and he starts meeting his hips up to mine with every stroke. I release, both of our fluids from both rounds commingling. I collapse on his chest. My breathing is heavy as I recover, but I'm distracted from doing so when Justin starts pleasuring himself vigorously. I look up at him curiously. We literally just fucked. Am I not enough for him? "I wanna be back inside you so bad, El," he moans achingly. He continues to jerk himself off when I lick his neck seductively. He moans again before letting me know that he's ready. I put him inside me and begin swirling my hips, driving Justin insane. "Fuck me, Elysandra. Fuck me," he breathes, almost inaudibly. This kicks me into overdrive, making me fuck him harder than ever. We are so focused that the only sounds filling the room are the heavy breathing and the contact of our cores. After he and I both came simultaneously, I roll over to lay next to him, spent. "I can't believe I've known you for fourteen years and we've only thought to do this this year," he marvels after coming to.

"You mean... you've never thought of fucking me?" I ask, somewhat amazed. Justin's always been so... sexual, I'd think he'd have considered it at least once. I mean, the guy lost his virginity in the eighth grade, for god sakes.

"Not until college," he confirms. Suddenly, he turns over on his side, facing me. He shakes his head, mouth hanging open before deducing, "but you've thought about sex with me?" I blush at his discovery, not answering. "Oh my god, you have, you little pervert," he marvels. I giggle at this.

"Shut up!" I deflect, covering my face with my hands. "I can't help what I think about when I..." I trail off, hoping he'll get the message without making me say it aloud. He gasps.

"You thought about me while masturbating?" He asks, completely enthralled.

"It's not my fault!" I defend. "You were like the biggest hoe in school; it'd be weird if I didn't think about you."

"And you think I'm sexy," he adds, flattered by the revelation.

"Just a little," I tease.

"Well, I'll tell you this: If I weren't such an idiot in high school, I'd be thinking about nothing but this while I jacked off." I look at him confusedly. Nothing but what? Before I could ask, he turns me over in bed so that my ass is in the air. Now, I know what he meant. Squirting.

And thus begins round four.