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Date Posted: 12:37:32 10/14/02 Mon
Author: Tiffany
Subject: Up Against the Wall

I started writing this like two years ago, but I lost inspiration for it. Well, now I’m finishing it. If you’d like to have a repost of the first installment, please feel free to ask Reagan. She has the only other copy, lol.



Thanks

Tiffers



Reagan resurrected from her slumber late in the afternoon as the sun shined vibrantly against her groggy face. At first when she found Lance gone from the spot on the left of their bed, she panicked, but remembered that he had an early meeting in Orlando. Without seeing or feeling, she knew that her hair was as messy as a used mop on her head. Disoriented, the young woman crawled to the edge of her bed and tiredly walked to her adjoining bathroom. Last night resurfaced into her mind as she gazed at her tattered features in the mirror.



Guilt would have danced triumphantly in her heart if it weren’t for Lance. He, who hadn’t truly wanted her or cherished her or made love to her in months, played the villain and gave her exactly what she wanted. To be needed for the time being. To feel as if she were desired. And Joey had done just that. Lance never had the nerve, will, or stamina to the things that Joey had.



But what Lance did was familiar. He looked into her eyes. He held her close, he held back when she wasn’t ready, he was patient. But he was bored. There was no mistaking that. Lance probably knew she found this to be true and sought help from the men he trusted most. His best friends.



After a long, hot shower, Reagan slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top before making her way downstairs to explore the confines of her refrigerator. As she approached the large area that was her kitchen, she saw a note on the marble counter. It was then that she remembered that Chris was supposed to come by and immediately felt incredibly guilty.



Reagan,



I stopped by around nine, but you were asleep and I really didn’t want to disturb you. I have a meeting at twelve and a dinner date at six so…I won’t be able to make it out to Destin again. Sorry I missed out on all the fun, but I’m sure I’ll hear all about it. I made you some breakfast which should be patiently waiting in the microwave. You had some leftover pork chops in the fridge so I made those too because my mother always taught me never to waste food. *smile*



Your birthday present is in Orlando with me and will be given to you at your birthday party. Have a great day and enjoy breakfast.



Chris



Reagan devoured her breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes and leftover pork chops drenched in syrup, finally understanding why Chris always had an insurmountable amount of energy. If he ate meals like the one she had, three times a day, then by the time he turned forty, he’d be a diagnosed diabetic. But she couldn’t help but admire his youthful energy. It kept her smiling at somber times and kept the rest of the guys cracking up when they all got into their moods. Chris, the daddy of the group, always made sure that his boys were well taken care of.



Deciding to enjoy the quite solitude of her house, Reagan lounged lazily on her sofa. The silence around her gave her license to reflect on what had happened the night before and things that were sure to come. ‘Joey, Joey, Joey’ she thought smiling as she remembered their encounter. She now understood why her friend was so devoted to him. Why her friend would ache in his absence and ignore everything in his presence. Even without the kind of love Tiffany felt for Joey, Reagan understood.



While she missed Lance terribly when he was away, she didn’t ache for him. Lance is in no way as intense a lover as Joey had been. Joey was gentle but rough, grabbing her hair as one hand gripped her stomach. Pounding his stomach against his backside, filling her, coaxing her to climax and leaving her weak in his wake. Reagan could only wish Lance would leave her weak.



Feeling restless with fructose pumping through her blood, Reagan decided to head out to take a nice walk on the beach. Along the way, she’d do some shopping and treat herself to some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Hopefully if it wasn’t too hot, she’d be able to fit in a nice long job, that way, she could build up the energy that she’d lost last night.



* * * *



As day turned to night, a large figure stealthily entered the nearly empty house careful not to wake the sleeping figure scrunched innocently on the sectional sofa. Removing the expensive but well worn shoes from his feet, the figure set down a small duffle bag at the foot of the stairs while balancing two large gift boxes in his left arm. From the duffle bag, he removed three large pillar candles and jogged up the short flight of stairs to the guest room that he usually occupied when he stayed the night in Destin.



He put the gift boxes on the unoccupied dresser and strategically placed the candles around the boxes. He lit each one smiling as the scent of them filtered into his nose. He remembered her saying that her favorite scent was Warm Vanilla Sugar. With this information, he found the right candle scent. He had a plan. After listening to Lance explain to him Reagan’s apprehension towards…kink, he decided to test the waters a little.



Once downstairs again, he gently listed her into his sturdy arms careful not to wake her. Taking her to the bedroom he’d prepared, he dimmed the lights so only the soft flickers of the candles remained. Once he laid her on the bed, he sat down at the foot of it and watched her sleep peacefully snuggled to the nearest pillow. He glanced at the wall clock and smiled gratefully that his flight from Tennessee had come in way ahead of schedule. He was tired from the back and forth trips from Memphis to New York and back again and desperately needed a little sleep before the evenings festivities.



He laid across the width of the bottom of the bed using his arms as pillow. He closed his eyes, letting a shallow slumber wash over him.



Reagan woke up first, groggy from the excess rest. She felt jittery and ready to go out or do something that didn’t involve sleep or her house. Although she loved it madly, she felt confined within its walls. The next two weeks would be her much deserved vacation from her real estate firm and she didn’t intend on spending it at home.



She noticed him at her feet when she sat up to yawn and stretch. She’d never seen him sleep even though she’d gone to a few dates with Lance on the road. He’d always slept with his bunk curtain closed and she knew damn well better than to disturb him. But he did look cute while he slept. His mouth was slightly ajar and a snore was coming from his mouth. She hated to wake him, but Reagan felt anxious to see…rather experience what he had planned. And knowing him, he definitely had something planned.



“Justin” she said tapping his shoulder



Mid-snore, he woke up with a loud snort and sneezed “I’m awake”



Reagan jumped back and covered her mouth to prevent a loud laugh from coming out. She closed her eyes at the hilarity of the situation. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him. Here, this beautiful man was sleeping at her feet and he snored quite loudly. He looked at her quizzically before wiping his face and yawning.



“How’d you sleep?” he asked

“Like a rock, how about you?”

“I could use more…but I have plans”

“You do?” she asked drawing her knees to her chest

“Yup”



Reagan allowed her slightly nervous eyes to meet his cobalt globes that were curious and very in control. She liked that. Lance had the tendency to be subservient to her bossy nature, but Justin on the other hand commanded that she respect him without a word. Yeah…he was definitely turning her on.



“With anyone I know?”

“Maybe” he said with a cocky smile “Why don’t you strip?”

“What?!” she was starting to turn off

“You know…get naked. I want to give you your birthday present”

“Oh…uh…”

“Reagan, you might as well start getting comfortable with me seeing you natural” he said walking on his knees toward her

“Why is that?” she said in a voice barely above a whisper

“Pretty soon I’ll be seeing more than just a naked thigh” he said parting her legs and fitting himself snuggly between them “Or a breast” he slowly tugged her tank top over her head “Now be a good girl and get rid of the clothes for me”



And then he was gone leaving her aching and wanting the younger man more than she’d ever thought she could. As Justin got off the bed and walked out of the door, excusing himself to respond to a call of nature, Reagan closed her eyes and got off of her bed to take off her clothes as she’d been instructed. She put the used clothes in the laundry basket before walking to her closed door and looking at her naked reflection in the mirror that hung.



She’d been so chubby when she and Lance met. There had also seemed to be a lot more freckles then too. But when she saw how the press ate her up about being overweight, it left her livid. Joey’s girlfriend Tiffany once told her to give a rude reporter the finger whenever they crossed the line. It seemed to work so much better than no comment. But then again, Tiffany could be described as the most militant of all the girlfriends. But she didn’t mind having the title. She was respected after all.



Reagan enjoyed an equal amount of respect, but it was for being the dutiful girlfriend. Being the nicest to the public, being the one who easily blushed and smiled and obliged to every private question without attitude. She was the girlfriend that Lance always raved about wanting. She was the perfect shy girlfriend.



One day, Reagan noticed how much Lance was filling out. Baby fat was replaced with hard lean muscle and a soft stomach was replaced with abs. Reagan soon felt uncomfortable on his arm with her chunkiness. He was too. Silently, he withdrew from her, opting to go places with friends more. As his sex symbol status increased, so did his thirst for other women. With his thirst bore insecurities and fears of betrayal that Reagan never realized that she could have.



She confided to Tiffany these fears with such hesitation that Reagan was sure she would burst into tears.



“Indiscretion is something we have to deal with in our lives unfortunately. I never thought that Lance would be the type but fame can change people in that way”

“Lance wasn’t changed by fame. He was changed by his new body. He knows he can have the women and that there is no limit to what they’ll do for him”

“I used to think that I’d be crazy if Joey cheated on me. But in actuality, it doesn’t offend me as much as I thought. As long as he’s with me when I need him, it doesn’t bother me”

“But it’s not just about sex Tiffany”
”Yeah it is” Tiffany reasoned “There are certain things that I just won’t do and things that I won’t allow. I’d rather Joey get them out of his system rather than resent me and it leads to one of us getting hurt”

“So hypothetically, if I slept with Joey, you wouldn’t care?”

“Not at all” Tiffany said nonchalantly with a flick of her cigarette “I’d be a little curious…but not at all hurt. It’s natural to be curious”



So not only did Reagan find reassurance, but she also found gall, which is why she didn’t hesitate too much when Lance propositioned this escapade. Keeping in mind that it was just sex, she could give herself freely.



Soon after their conversation, Reagan began the six month process of toning. Lance spent the last four months of the process in Orlando and on tour fucking and frolicking with any woman he saw fit. Reagan knew this and grin and bared the fact with every crunch and push up she did. When the tour was over and Lance came home, he was greeted with home cooked food and a bubble bath. Once he saw his long devoted girlfriend standing in the kitchen, barefoot with only a slip dress to cover her, he noticed a change in her. New firm arms caressed by the sun with light freckles, a stomach that had once poked out was now flat and toned. Long muscular legs that seemed to go on for miles but still had their thickness taunted him all through dinner.



That night, as Reagan bowed and bent to please him, he made no effort to reciprocate leaving her aching and frustrated. It was then that she knew little by little Lance was becoming un-attracted to her sexually. With her traditional positions and ritualistic practices that left him unsatisfied and in turn leaving her the same. Night after night she tried different things. Soft music, dancing, sexy lingerie, but there was no mistaking his bored eyes as they pitifully watched her. Then, she just gave up and they began sleeping together like strangers.



“Reagan…oh, good, you’re naked” Justin said



He walked into the bedroom quickly advancing toward the dresser to retrieve the gift boxes. He sat them down on the edge of them bed before giving Reagan a once-over. He’d always thought she was very sexy in an innocent way. She, very much like himself, had masses and masses of bodily freckles that matched her hair color. Her backside was a little too small for his tastes, but her breast more than made up for the lack of gluteus.



“Turn around please” Justin said almost as if he were judging her for educational purposes



Reagan shyly yet curiously turned around in a slow circle, careful not to trip over anything. He watched her directly judging her height and weight. He assumed that she stood about 5’4”, 5’5” and weighed in at about one hundred and forty pounds. Yes, she’s chunky, but definitely not flabby. He knew that because of the fluidity and surety in which she moved that she was somewhat flexible and very strong.



“Justin?”

“No questions right now”

“Justin?”

“Just a minute” he said reaching for the first small gift box “Okay what’s up?”

“Why I am naked?”

“Because, my dear, I am going to dress you”

“Where are we going?”

“Aren’t we nosey?” he asked with a disarming smile “You’ll have to wait and see sweetheart”



Justin carefully opened the Yves Saint Laurent box and pulled out a grape colored thong and bra set with lace intricately woven thick enough to where it was tasteful. He beckoned Reagan with a single flick of his index finger. She walked the short distance between them and looked down at Justin with a sort of apprehensive anxiousness. His newly grown close cut curls begged her to grab them and run her fingers through the burly mass before pushing him to the floor and straddling his full lips, but somehow, she was able to follow his directions.



He instructed her to put on the underwear slowly while he watched the fabric caress her creamy porcelain skin. The dark color blended with her auburn freckles added a dose of sensuality to her innocence. Once she put on the bra, her almond shaped eyes closed momentarily as she fought the surge of nerves coursing through her body. When she opened her eyes, they had changed form its blue tint to a full out greenish hazel as if she were a young vampire on prey.



“Is this all I’m wearing?”



Justin left the question unanswered as he took the second box from the bed. This one was labeled ‘PRADA’ in black engraved letters. From the box came a linen/mesh halter dress that was identical in color to the undergarments she wore. She put the dress on delicately not wanting to harm it. Because of the consistency of the fabric, no zipper was needed, it clung to her body like slinky second skin. Lastly, she slipped into a pair of Yves Saint Laurent thigh high boots made of mesh/linen.



“Now” Justin said standing to his feet and towering over the petite woman “I want you to brush the curl out of your hair, add some gel and mousse, that way the waves will separate, then meet me in the living room. You have 30 minutes”



With that, Justin walked out of the bedroom and started for the bathroom where he would be dressing. Halfway to the bathroom, Justin turned on his hell and walked back to the bedroom where Reagan was brushing her hair fervently.



“Hey” Justin said with a crooked Elvis smile

“Yeah?”

“Happy Birthday”









Reagan found herself an hour later on a motorcycle headed towards downtown Destin with the wind blowing through her hair as she clung to Justin’s waist. She never expected her first time on a motorcycle to be with Justin or for the vinyl seat to be nearly eating away at her scarcely covered crotch. Justin periodically asked if she was okay but kept his speed at a barreling 65 miles per hour. Needless to say, Reagan kept her eyes closed the whole time.



They entered the crowded club arm in arm unafraid of any reporters looking for scandal. Justin chose Caliente because it is a club in Destin known for catering to celebrities who wants to party wild without putting their reputation on the line. Walking shamelessly past the large bouncer Justin raised his unattached hand and signaled for a private booth. Once escorted to the booth, Reagan noticed three people through the dark lights and strobes walking towards them. As they neared she immediately recognized two of them. She sighed and scooted a little closer to Justin and prepared herself for the awkwardness.



“So, you made it” Joey said nodding at Justin “I thought for sure you’d be another two hours”

“Shut up Joey” Reagan said avoiding her friends eyes

“I already told you Rae” Tiffany said knocking back a shot “Curious not pissed”

“You heard from Chris?” Justin asked Lance as his older friend sat next to his girl

“Yeah. He had some Fuman business to tend to. But he left Reagan’s birthday present in Orlando at Joey’s place”

“Why?” Reagan asked

“Wait and see sweetheart “ Lance said eyeing his scantily clad girlfriend “You look hot”

“Do I?”

“Yeah. Want a drink?”

“Don’t bother” Reagan said signaling the waitress

“What’s eating you?” Lance asked more amused than annoyed

“Justin will be soon” the waitress came to the large booth and asked Reagan what she wanted “Apple Martini, lotsa martini”



Tiffany looked between Justin and Lance then looked at Reagan’s pissed and narrowing eyes. She sat back and grabbed Joey’s drink to scoot out of the booth when Lance grabbed her hand gently.



“Where are you going?”

“To dry hump some unsuspecting college boy”

“I don’t think so” Joey said looking at her squarely

“Lose the chauvinistic attitude. You got fucked now I want to” Tiffany said scooting of the booth quickly “Ciao”



Reagan watched in awe as Tiffany pulled the first young cutie that she saw away from the girl he was with and started grinding against his crotch. When the girl went to say something to Tiffany, the caramel-skinned girl quickly dismissed her with her quick and venomous tongue.



“She’s a pistol isn’t she?” Lance said smiling

“Most definitely a pistol” Joey agreed “If I didn’t love her mean ass so much, I wouldn’t like her”

“Get over yourself, Joey. You fuck, she fucks, we all fuck. She just isn’t discreet about what she does”

“She only does it to piss me off”

“Oh take some Benadryl to reduce the swelling in your head. She doesn’t care what you do just as long as she gets what she wants”

“You weren’t this mouthy last night”

“That’s because I hadn’t had a decent lay in six months. Excuse me” Reagan, said getting up and scooting between the two tables and walking toward her friend

“Ouch” Justin putting his hand on Lance shoulder “She bites”

“She’s just not comfortable with us around together right now” Lance said brushing her comment off as easy as cream “Joey, let’s go to another table. I want to watch Reagan and J”

“Now?!” Joey asked amused

“I’m a pro” Justin said pulling the two tables together “Get lost”



Lance walked through the dance floor and past all the sweating bodies to booth directly across from the one Justin and Reagan shared. Reagan got back to the table ten minutes later after having had a brief conversation with Tiffany and three apple Martinis. She sat down next to Justin and a put a screwdriver in front of him while sipping a double shot vodka.



“I’m sorry I went off earlier”

“Don’t worry about it Reagan” Justin said drinking a sip “Thanks for the drink”

“No problem”



A few awkward seconds pass between them. Reagan seemed to be concentrating hard on her vodka. Justin looked across the dance floor to Lance’s booth only to see Tiffany sit down next to him having just knocked back a shot. Joey was on the dance floor doing some sort of forbidden dance with a very plastic looking redhead. Justin silently chuckled and sipped the complimentary screwdriver.



“How do you like your presents?”

“I love them, thank you. How’d you know that I like Yves Saint Laurent?” Justin smiled

“I’m a bit of a voyeur, Rea. I don’t miss much. I don’t see you reading magazines that often but when I do it’s either Elle or Vogue. When Britney and I were together, the topic between you and she was always fashion. You’d mention Prada or Yves Saint Laurent. When I was in Chicago producing a few tracks, I went to Marshall Fields. I saw that dress and those boots and pictured you in them”

“They must have cost you a pretty penny”

“Well…yeah. But the look on your face was with it”

“The look wasn’t for the clothes, Justin” Reagan said eyeing her half empty tumbler glass

“What was the look for?”

“You”

“Me?”

“Come on Justin. You know how incredibly gorgeous you are and you know how your looks affect women. I am a woman Justin”

“I know” he said slowly looking at her



He had always noticed exactly how much of women she is. Although he had to admit to himself that past physical attraction and being good friends, Justin has no interest in Reagan. Although she’s incredibly sweet and devastatingly intelligent, she put up with way too much bullshit to be his girlfriend. He smiled. Now if Reagan and Tiffany were mixed together, then THAT would be the perfect woman for him.



When Lance had originally approached Justin with the idea, Justin hadn’t been sure that Reagan would even go for him like that. But…as she looked at her eyes glossing over with the desire to pounce him at any given moment, he knew that she would.



“Your eyes are so sexy. Your lips…” she said straddling his lap “are so invitingly kissable” Reagan’s lips brushed against his quickly “Can I kiss them?”

“Yes” he said hoarsely



Reagan tenderly and lightly kissed his lips, letting them linger there for a few seconds before looking directly into his eyes with a reserved confidence she didn’t know that she was capable of. Justin groaned and adjusted himself comfortably beneath Reagan’s patiently stilled thighs.



“You don’t know how sexy you are, Reagan”

“I think I’m beginning to find out” she said finally letting her crotch touch his



Justin grabbed her hips forcefully yet careful not to scare her. Putting each hand on either side of Justin’s head, Reagan leaned in and kissed him again, this time with more force and determination. Justin matched her lip service, pulling her closer to him. She moaned into the valley of his mouth as she felt his strong hands grab onto her as and knead the neglected muscle. When they finally broke their kiss, Justin’s already kissable lips were swollen and plump with abuse.



“I want you” he said

“You can have me”

“Right now?”

“But all these people…” she said shyly eyeing the room

“What people?” He said reaching into her dress and gently fondling her breasts “What people?”

“Yeah” Reagan said leaning into his hand “What people?”



Justin gently lifted her up and moved her underwear. As his hand moved past the heat of her sex, he felt himself harden before releasing himself from the restrictive fabric that kept him from what he so badly wanted. He ground his hips onto her aching sex, desperately clinging to her hips for stability. Reagan threw her head from side to side moaning loudly into the abyss of thumping Electronica.



“I’m on the pill” she said as if she were reading his mind

“I want to do more than just enter you. I want to make sure that you’re ready for me”

“Fuck Justin, I am!”

“There was so much more I wanted to do…”

“Another time” she said letting him enter her hungrily



She rode him steady and slowly at first, clenching around him, milking him, beckoning him to unfold for her. He buried his face into her cleavage and moaned, licking and suckling her breasts as if they were the water that would end his thirst. His sharp hip bone ground into her little nub as they galloped together emitting louder moans from both.



“Deeper Justin…deeper” she cried into his mouth as their tongues danced



Deeper he went. Deeper and longer and wider until she could take no more. She came hard and long clenching tighter to his rod. He squeezed her as he held back his own arrival, wanting her to remember the day she fucked Justin Timberlake.



“Oh God…Justin”

“It’s not over yet”



The club darkened more as the booth lights went off signaling that it was time for the new DJ. Justin slid over and laid over the sticky seats, telling Reagan to turn around. He pulled her hips up until she was indeed straddling his face. Before she could object or get a word in edgewise, his tongue was licking, sucking, and nibbling in ways she never thought possible. To keep from screaming, Reagan buried his shaft deep into her mouth trying in vain to mimic what he was doing to her. She screamed on him making him go at her with her fervency that she’d never experienced. The harder she screamed, the harder he licked, the harder she sucked. Together they came long into each other, moaning and bucking so hard they nearly knocked over the tables.



Lance watched from his table discreetly rubbing his crotch the whole time while he rubbed the crotch of the familiar woman next to him. Her eyes like his were firmly planted on the two people going at it across the dance floor. The woman’s hands were on his urging him to rub her harder.



“You’re a hard come aren’t you?”

“What can I say, I’m spoiled” the woman said while taking shallow breaths

“I’ll let you come if you let me take you in the bathroom”

“I’ll come with or without you, so it really doesn’t matter”

“Come on Tiff, let’s go to the bathroom and I’ll show you what a hard come really is”

“Joey won’t like it”

“Joey can watch”

“You’re a kinky bitch aren’t you?”

“I turn you on?”

“Hell yeah you do”

“Let’s go then. Get Joey”



While Lance continued his ministrations, Tiffany picked up her two way pager and sent a quick and to the point message to her boyfriend who was grinding with yet another plastic woman.



Woman’s bathroom. NOW.



Justin sat in the booth weak and sweating as he buckled his pants and watched Reagan collect herself. Her face felt flushed as she used her shaking hand to feel it. Justin smile with triumph, glad he’d gotten the nap he did. Otherwise, tonight would have been a complete disaster.



“Are you going to remember this tomorrow?”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to remember this forever” Justin smiled sipped his watered down screwdriver

“I don’t want our friendship to suffer because of tonight” Reagan smiled and ruffled his growing curls

“I won’t let it little boy…” she looked at him slyly and licked her lips “Or should I say big boy?”

“You’re going to tease me aren’t you?”

“Mercilessly. Come on Timberlick, take me home”

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