I never thought toasting bread could keep my attention so well. Actually, my attention is no where near the toaster. Yeah, I’m staring at it, but every other sense of mine is directed towards the six footed man that is about a yard stick’s length away from me. I had sex last night. No, I didn’t have sex last night, I had a tiny bit of heaven. Dammit, I wanna go back. I’m so glad Mere wasn’t into him. Just think, if I hadn’t of been there, he would have gone home alone and unsatisfied and no one would have experienced the divine pleasure known as Justin Timberlake. What a good name, eh? I gotta lake you can put your timber in right here buddy.

"Hey Court?" Damn, just the sound of his voice makes me weak. And how great is it that I didn’t even have a hang over when I woke up this morning?

I look over at him with a smile, he's looking at me with tired but sparkling eyes over my Minnie Mouse coffee mug that he's sipping out of. "Hmm?" I respond. Damn, he looks good in just boxers. Hell, he looked even better last night...naked.

"Can I, uh..." He sets the mug down on the counter and walks towards me. Oh yes. Come closer, please. I see his hand slide against the counter in front of me and feel his body press against my back. "Can I have you again?"

"Justin..." I purr. God, he's turning me on. It felt so good to wake up beside him. Last night was fan-fucking-tastic. He was incredible in bed. It wasn’t the normal thrust once or twice, I orgasm mildly and he grunts and then rolls over and falls asleep. No, he took his time. Oh he took his sweet time. He made me laugh.

I've never had a guy make me laugh that hard before in bed. Maybe it was because we were silly drunk. But it was so much fun. It was just...pure...fun. And not just the foreplay, the sex was too. I mean it was serious, but we were both smiling and at one point he slapped my ass and said, "who’s your daddy" all sexy in my ear and then laughed so hard that it vibrated him inside of me and man, that was nice. And the things he can do with his dick, and his hands...and his tongue. Good god, the man is walking sex and if he wanted to have me again, hell yes. He can have me as many times as he want.

"Can..." Shit, he's kissing my neck. "I have..." He's sucking. "You..." His hand is pulling up my big Lakers shirt. It was all I threw on this morning. "Again..." Oh God, take me now.

I see cotton fly over my head and I'm standing there naked, in the middle of my kitchen, with this man behind me, just in his boxers, with a hard cock that's rubbing against my ass. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him with everything I find in me. He steps back to gain his balance and I jump up to wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn't miss a beat and catches me. "You better fuck me again or I might kick you out before you get to have breakfast," I whisper.

"Can I have you for breakfast?"

He was serious. "Shit Justin..." I laugh as he pulls us both down at to the floor. I kiss him again. "You can have any damn thing you want."

"So this is mine?" He doesn't waste any time and before I can think I'm moaning, laying back in his arms, my legs spread wide and him touching me so deep. I turn my head and capture his lips with mine. He's a good kisser, no no no. He's the best kisser. He's powerful but not sloppy, and even if it is wild and wet, he's still in control. I love it when the boys are in control. I'm not into domination, but a cocky swagger can make me wetter than sudden summer downpour.

If he's gonna work his tricks on me, I'm gonna show him what I can do. I feel for the cotton boxers. They're cute, they’re black with little red devils all over them. I reach inside the slit and start squeezing him in my hand. I turn my head a little and whisper into his ear, "Hmm, someone’s got a big hard cock." I know it's a cheesy line, but I had this guy tell me that most men loved hearing the word "cock" come out of a girls mouth during sex.

"Shut up." Well, maybe he doesn't like it. Oh, never mind. He just wants to kiss me. Mmmm, I love his lips.

The absence of his fingers against me and in me makes me pout, but soon I find my self laid back on the cool linoleum of my kitchen floor. It's not the most comfortable place but hell, who gives a damn.

“Spread 'em." He winks at me with a smile. He's so damn cute and I want him so bad. I hope he never leaves. Maybe he'll wanna be my little sex slave. Yes, that'll work out just nicely.

I watch him put his hands to his waist and rip down his boxers. I watch him roll around for a moment trying to get the damn things off his legs. I laugh and he narrows his eyes at me. "You better watch yourself."

"Why?" Oh I bet he's gonna say something good.

But he doesn't say anything. Instead he spreads his body against mine and settles himself in-between my legs and before I have the chance to do anything else, he puts himself inside of me and starts going at it. Holy Fuck this is nice. Damn…I can't even think. This is something I could get use to. And to think he just moved into town. Yeah, we might just have to work out some sort of weekly rendezvous.

"Fuck me Courtney. You do it so well," he breaths against my face.

I feel it building. Already this fast. I know he'll make it last though. He'll pound into me until I'm screaming his name and then he'll stop and chuckle and say, "Where you think you're going girl? I haven't even started yet." And then pull out real slow and push back in quickly and pull out real slow again.

I look up and see him holding himself on his arms, his hips wild against mine. Maybe, hmmm. Maybe I should take control. He's so into it, he won't even notice. I pull him down for a kiss and wrap my legs around him, and my arms. He melts into me, his dick fucking me like crazy. If I'm not careful I'm gonna cum before I get to do what I want.

He slows down a bit and I laugh against his lips. He opens his eyes and breathes against me with a smile. "What?"

I don't say anything. Instead I push up with all my weight and roll him over so he's on his back. I take his wrists and pin them to the floor right above his head. I'm still on him, but now…now I get to ride him. His eyes widen just slightly and a bright smile comes to his face. I bend down and suck on his bottom lip, and when I pull away I say, "If we're gonna do this, we’re gonna do it my way."

And let me tell you one thing, I love my way.

I let go of his wrists and let him put his hands all over me. He touches my breasts, and my stomach and my legs and my hips and my ass and even…yeah even down there. He touches me everywhere. Finally his hands fall to my waist and he just holds me while I ride him. He feels so fucking good. I don't think I’ll ever get tired of fucking him.

And I don't. We go for hours, days, lord, I don't even know. All I know is that I start screaming his name. "Justin, yes, fuck Justin!" And he's got his teeth gritted and his fingers are pushing into my hips so tightly. He's moving me over him now, fucking me, or rather making me fuck him. He moans my name and I feel it build.

Shit, I'm cumming.

"Fuck." He says it in a loud voice and there he goes, over the edge and down the hill, holding my hips against him.

I sigh. Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

He looks at me and I'm looking back through lazy eyes. "Come 'ere." He breathes, his voice gone and gravely, just like when he said "mornin'" to me earlier. I all but fall down beside him. I catch myself and turn onto my back, laying just like him, out of breath and completely spent.

Minutes pass before I find the energy to speak again. I turn my head to him. His eyes are closed, but I know he’s not asleep. No…because what we’ve just done was too powerful to make anybody fall asleep. “What’re you thinking about?” I whisper.

His eyes open and he looks at me. “You,” he whispers, caressing my face with his hand. “How amazing you are.”

I smile. “Amazing…you think so?”

“After what we just did? Girl…I couldn’t think differently if I wanted to.”

I snuggle up against his chest. It’s warm, and I can hear the steady beating of his heart.

“So…d’you fuck ‘er?”

I look at him. What did he just say? I must be too tired. I haven’t fully recovered from last night and I've been helping Mark paint for the past two hours. He's remodeling this old house with a big porch. It's from like nineteen forty and it's really awesome, but there's a lot of work that needs to be done. I figure I kinda owe him one for helping me move in last weekend.

“Huh?”

“Did you. Fuck her.”

Shit. I can’t tell Mark about last night. He’ll be pissed as hell. But then again…I‘ve known the guy for awhile. Oh,” I smile. "I took ‘em both man, in the car on the way home."

Mark narrows his eyes at me. “Man, you wish you could get that lucky.” He takes a sip of his beer. “What really happened? She turn you down when you couldn’t get it up?”

“And you wish that you could be so lucky,” I roll my eyes at him. “Last night was…” I pause, trying to find the appropriate wording. “Erotic.”

“Okay…you can stop there,” he chuckles. “I don’t need details.”

Mark isn’t your average stereotypical guy. I mean he's great and all. But he doesn’t sleep around and he doesn’t really understand the normal guy psyche. I never saw the guy go home with a girl in college. Hell, as far as I know the dude's still a virgin. If that be the case, then I need to get him plastered and go find him a girl because that's just sad. “Well it was,” I say.

“Whatever,” Mark says. “That’s your business.” He sips on his beer some more. His forehead is furrowed, his lips are pursed. He’s deep in thought.

“Mark?”

“How was Mere when you left her last night?” he says to me suddenly.

Shit, Meredith? I forgot all about her. I stare at him for several moments before finding my voice again. “Uh, I guess she was alright. Why?”

He laughs at me. “You’re such an asshole sometimes. You know that?”

Damn. Where is all this coming from all of a sudden? “What do you mean?”

“That was fucked up what you did. And you know it. I told you she was lonely, and you said you would go on the date with her….not her friend.”

I glare at him. “And you told me she wasn’t a voiceless bookworm.”

“You should call her.”

I look at the guy like he has three heads. Call her? What for? I have her friend to fuck. “Why the hell should I call her?”

“Because Mere’s a great girl and she deserves a fair chance with a good guy. I know you’re a good guy Justin,” he pauses and laughs. “When you wanna be anyway. Look, I’m not saying you have to go and fuck ‘er or anything. Though, you seem to be good at that.”

I roll my eyes at him. “If she’s such a great girl why don’t you date her?”

“Oh my friend,” he says. “I’ve already been there and back.”

I cock my head to the side. “There and back?”

"I dated her all throughout high school. But it didn’t work out. Me and Mere are too much alike, if that makes any sense. I love that girl to death. But I'm not in love with her."

"So basically, you kept in touch with her so you could still get laid every now and then,” I smile. “Am I right or am I right? Say it…admit it.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “You just don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?"

"All I'm trying to say is, I think you at least owe the girl an apology after ignoring her and spending all your time molesting Courtney," Mark says.

Courtney. Man, I wish I could molest her right now. Last night was great. She was wild. I love when women are wild in bed. She met me stroke for stroke. Haha, stroke. Yeah, shit. I'm getting hard just thinking about her. I hope there are more women in this town like her, and if not, I'll definitely need to call her up again. “Man, I think we’d all be better off if the girl found somebody else. You know, somebody that’s into what she’s into,” I finish the last of my beer and get up from the floor. “I need another,” I tell him, walking into the kitchen.

“Hey,” he calls after me. “Don’t be so fucking blind.”

“I’m not blind,” I grumble, placing my hand on the refrigerator handle. Before I can swing open the door though, something catches my eye. I realize why it has stood out once I see that Courtney is in the picture. It’s Courtney, Mark, that girl Meredith…and some other guy. “Who’s this?” I ask Mark, pointing to the picture.

“Who?” he says, peering at the photograph. “Oh,” he snickers. “Nobody really. Just another asshole that left Mere high and dry.”

I narrow my eyes at him, and flash him a sarcastic smirk. “Funny.”

"Nah…he was alright I guess, if you like the cocky womanizing kind. She was head over heels for him. I mean, I think Mere thought she was going to marry him. But then, he got some stick up his ass about wanting to move to California, and she wouldn’t go. So the guy just left her," he shakes his head. "That’s why she’s so quiet. You just didn’t give her the chance to clue you in."

“Like I said,” Mark pushes past me and opens the fridge. “You should call her.” He grabs two beers, plants one in my hand and swaggers away.

I stare at the beer for several moments. Call her? I can’t call her. What the hell would I say? Oh…hi this is Justin. Yeah, that’s right…the guy that totally ignored you and fucked your best friend. Fuck off? Oh yeah sure, no problem. I sigh, and shuffle into the next room. Mark is sitting on the floor again. “Man…I…I can’t call her.”

“Yeah you can,” he smiles. “Just call her. Invite her out for Chinese.”

“Chinese?”

He shrugs. “Girls like Chinese.”

“You’re nuts,” I inform him. “Truly.”

“Dude…just call her and invite her to dinner. You can decide the details later on.”

“Mark…it’s not gonna work.”

His eyes widen. “Justin, I’ma kick your ass all over this house if you don’t call her up.”

“She's not gonna go out with me,” I whine. “She's gonna turn me down. I know it."

“Just…oh!“ he gasps. “Stix. Invite her to Stix. The girl can’t turn down a meal at Stix for anything. Just…don’t tell her I told you that,” he says, smiling now.

"Why..." I start. I'm curious to why he's so intent. I know he wants Mere to have a new boyfriend or whatever it is. But why me? "Why are you so intent on getting me to take her out? You got tons of friends."

“Trust me,” he says. “I know about this stuff.”

“You?” I scoff. “Mr. I Don’t Fuck For Fun?”

He reaches for the phone. "You feel bad don’t you?"

"Yes."

"You don’t want her to hate you, right? She's a great girl, Justin. All you gotta do is be her friend."

"I don’t know."

He holds the phone to his ear. "Too late, I've already dialed."

“Oh…you know…that’s fucked up!” I say.

He waves the phone in my face. “Just talk to her,” he smiles tightly. “Before I beat your ass.”

I reluctantly snatch the phone out of his hand, and roll my eyes at him. This is not what I want to be doing. But before I have the chance to turn the phone off or figure a way out of this mess, I hear her pick up on the other end of the line. "Hello?" Her voice is sweet, friendly.

“Uh…”

“Talk to her,” Mark mouths, shaking a fist at me.

“Hello?” I hear her say.

“Meredith?” I manage.



“Yes,” she answers. “Who’s this?”

"Hey..." I'm trying my hardest to sound cool, smooth, unforced. It's failing. "It's Justin from last night."

"Oh..."

Damn, why don’t you sound a little more disappointed?

“Well Justin from last night,” she says after a moment. “What can I do for you?”

Great, she's pissed. I can hear it in her voice. Ya know, this was a bad idea. It's not like she really made me feel comfortable last night. Mark's looking the other way. Maybe I should hang up.

“Are you there?" I hear her say

She won't shut up. She just won't shut up about him. You'd think he has a golden penis or something.

"And like...Mere my god. The guy is like...erotic,” she tells me.

I'm trying my best to listen and be a good friend. But I'm gonna have to tell her. I don't want to. “Erotic?”

“Like I can't even describe it," she says dreamily, taking a giant slurp out of her milkshake. "It wasn't just sex. It was like, a whole new experience. I've never had so many orgasms at once!”

I can’t stop myself, and my mouth runs before I have a chance to stop it. "How many times did yall do it?"

"Lord, I don’t even know. Three? Four times? I mean there was a lot of foreplay…not to mention the morning after. But you wanna know what the best part about him was? He didn’t’ take it too seriously. But he was so good. And he talked. He wasn’t there…okay so all we did was basically fuck, but still. We talked. And he stayed all morning. Normally the bastards just leave!” She squeals.

"Well that's good," I try to sound amused. In all honesty I don’t know why I asked her out to lunch. I mean, I do have a reason. I haven’t seen her since last night and that's...well me and Courtney are super close. Maybe too close. I also want to ask her something, but now that I'm here....and now that she hasn’t shut up about Justin...I'm not so sure.

"Like seriously, Mere,” she continues. “If you ever find yourself alone with this guy, don't think. Just put your hands down his pants and say 'fuck me'. Especially now that, well, now that Chads gone you really need to get laid. Hell, why don't we call Mark and tell him to go strap Justin to your bed so you can go at it!"

I laugh. The images in my head of Mark trying to get Justin to lay on my bed are hilarious. Maybe we should call him up and do this just for a laugh. "I don't know about all that Court. Mark might take advantage of the situation and take Justin all for himself!"

"Oh please! You tease him too much."

"He loves me."

"But seriously Mere! If you ever get the chance to be with Justin and you don't take it I'll be mad at you! That boy is just too damn good."

She's opened the door. It's now or never. I take a deep breath and stare down at my empty salad plate. I can’t believe that I scarfed all that while she was been blabbing about golden dick boy. "Well…I might just get that chance."

She stops in the middle of sipping on her shake. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that…" I sigh. I really hope she's not upset. I mean she was the one that was practically begging for me to go rape the guy. "He called me last night. He apologized for ignoring me and, and well, he asked me to go to Stix with him tonight."

She looks down at her hamburger. “Oh…” Shit, she’s upset.

"But I didn't say yes."

"Oh." She perks up.

"I told him I didn't know and I would have to call him back. I told him that if he made other plans, not to wait around for me to call him.”

Courtney looks at me and then back down at her food. She looks like she's thinking hard. I can't tell if she likes him or not. I mean, they just had sex. And it’s not like anything’s gonna come out of our date, if it can even be called that. I just want some free Chinese. Ok, that's not 100% true. I wouldn't mind getting to know Justin a little better. Mark seems to like him. Lord knows she likes him. And I've always got room for another friend in my life. “So…” I begin. “What do you think?”

"So, you aren’t gonna go?"

"Well, I wanted to make sure it was ok with you first. If you don't want me to, please tell me."

"Why wouldn't I want you to?"

"I don't know."

"It was just a one nighter," she says, rolling her eyes and not making eye contact with me. She waves her hand in between us. "There's no reason for me to tell you not to go.”

“But Court…”

"No but's Mere," she says, cutting me off. "You need to do this…for your sanities sake. Put on that little black dress you never have the guts to wear, and those little strappy high heels. Show the boy that your not some shy little girl that likes to read."

I look down at my lap. I'm picking my nails again. I have a hard time finding my voice. "But I am some shy little girl that likes to read."

"Meredith!" I hear a smack and then silverware rattle on the table a little. She really needs to stop slapping public tables. "You're twenty five. You need to go have some fun."

I pout and say, "I have fun..."

She laughs and rolls her eyes. "Right..."

My eyes meet hers and she's popping a fry into her mouth and looking at me with a smile. "You promise you won’t be mad?"

She looks directly into my eyes and sighs. "Go have fun sweetie."

I'm beaming. I feel as if a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. She's not mad, and you know what? Maybe she's right. Maybe I should go out and have a really good time for once, instead of sitting home and watching old reruns of Happy Days with my cat. I only hope I can still find that dress. But I'm sure that won't be a problem, seeing as how it’s been sitting in the back of my closet for two years, hidden from the world. Picking out the perfect outfit is the least of my worries though.