Shame On Me
Justin had been sitting in the fitting room for almost half an hour, helping Alonsha pick out an outfit for tonight's clubbing affair at the Avalon. He sighed and checked his watch. Alonsha was taking all eternity to put on this last outfit.
"Hey, Beautiful? How about sometime today?" He heard her huff and he smiled, knowing she was rolling her eyes like always.
"I hate this outfit, Justin. I look. . . ridiculous." Justin rolled his eyes. Every outfit had been "ugly" or "too revealing." Sometimes he felt like he was shopping with his grandma.
"It's fine, Alonsha. Just let me see for myself."
"No," Alonsha whined like a five year old, "You'll laugh at me." Justin rolled his eyes and smiled over at Big L, who raised a brow comically.
"Either you come out, or I'll come in." Alonsha threatened to cut him if he tried, but that only made him want to do it even more. He stood from the chair and tugged softly at the curtain that blocked her from his view.
"Stop it!" Alonsha whispered harshly as Justin began to move the curtain over.
"Come out now, or suffer the consequences." Justin taunted as he fiddled with the curtain even more.
"Go to hell, I'm changing."
"So, if I happen to open this curtain, you'd be half nekkid?" He turned and wiggled his eyebrows at his bodyguard. They both laughed and Alonsha russled inside the curtain.
"First of all, it's 'naked'. And second of all, if you open this curtain, a fresh pair of Nikes will be rammed right up your ass." Her comment caused Justin to laugh heartily, she laughed also.
"Come on, Beautiful. I know you look good." Justin pleaded.
"Justin. . ." Alonsha groaned.
"I won't laugh, I swear." Justin promised, "I just want to see it. If you don't want it, then I won't buy it."
"Okay. . ." Alonsha agreed reluntantly. Justin smiled and backed up, giving her room to make her appearance. She stepped out timidly and looked down before finally meeting Justin's gaze.
"Damn. . ." he mumbled. She was wearing a stretch silk camisole that was gold. The color complimented her brown skin and the v-neck of the top made her clevage known. Her jeans hugged her curves and golden stitch of them matched her top perfectly. She was simply. . . well, beautiful.
"Stop making goo-goo eyes at me." Alonsha complained as she folded her arms over her chest.
"You look. . .hot!" Justin commented enthusiastically. A little too enthusiastically for Alonsha's liking.
"Whatever," she stated dismissively, "You're my boyfriend now, it's your job to lie to me."
"I'm not lying." Justin quickly argued, "You do look hot. You is on fire, girl!" His flamboyant tone caused her to laugh despite herself.
"You are such a dork." Her hands began to smooth down the silky material of the top and she looked down at herself, "Do these jeans make my butt look big?"
"Yes." Justin answered quickly with a smile. Alonsha gasped offendedly and pouted.
"You shouldn't have said that." Big L warned. Justin laughed before feeling Alonsha's fist connect with his upper arm. Justin yelped and began to rub the area.
"I can't believe you said that!" Alonsha said sadly. Justin continued to nurse his bruised arm.
"It's a good thing!" Justin argued while pouting, "Your ass is fine. You should show it off."
"Why didn't you just say that?" Alonsha asked as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Because you should already know I have an ass fetish." Justin stated in a 'duh' tone, "Beside. . . the look on your face was too good." He started cracking up and Alonsha smiled. He was such an asswipe.
"You can kiss my fine ass." Alonsha stated rolling her eyes.
"Getting a bit cocky, aren't we?" Justin questioned as Alonsha looked over herself in the mirror. She flipped him the bird before slumping her shoulders.
"I can't get this." Justin looked at her confused.
"Why not?"
"Because this shit cost damn near a hundread bucks! And these jeans. . ." She lifted the tag for a better look, "One-hundread and twelve! Oh hell no!" Alonsha said shaking her head and walking towards the fitting room.
"Alonsha. . ." Justin whined as she brushed past him and into her previous stall.
"Don't whine, Jay." Alonsha stated firmly, "You are not gonna pay for this. I refuse to let you."
"You are so dramatic, Alonsha." Justin huffed, "You're getting the outfit."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are," Justin stated hurriedly, "You are infinity plus one!" He laughed victoriously when Alonsha mumbled 'damn' before stepping out of the stall. She was back in her tee shirt, capris, and flip flops with her new outfit balanced on one hand.
"You suck. . ." she mumbled as they walked towards the cash register. Justin laughed and kissed her cheek.
"Aww, thank you!" he stated sarcastically, causing her to smile.
-*-*-*-*-*-
"Alonsha? You're not seriously gonna sit here all night are you?" Tiffany asked her friend for the millionth time. Alonsha made a face while her eyes roamed the crowded club.
"What else do you want me to do?" she questioned irritably, "I can't dance, and I'm for damn sure not doing that." Tiffany's eyes followed her pointing finger and they landed on some girl taking body shots off of some other female.
"You get paid if it's girl on girl. . ." Tiffany said as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Alonsha.
"Bitch please!" Alonsha huffed as Tiffany laughed at her facial expression.
"Who's a bitch?" Justin asked, startling Alonsha.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," she whined, "Especially in a club."
"Geez Louise, grandma! Loosen up." Justin joked as he smiled brightly at her.
"I am loose." Alonsha argued.
"Hopefully not too loose." Tiffany gave him a dap and they both began to laugh hysterically. Alonsha narrowed her eyes at them and sipped her drink.
"Both of you bitches can kiss my ass." Alonsha stated while sipping her drink again.
"Damn, somebody's a little grumpy." Justin mocked as Tiffany nodded in agreement.
"It's not her fault," Tiffany explained, "She hasn't gotten any in months." Alonsha's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Tiffany!" she growled as Tiffany stiffled a laugh.
"So, it's true?" Justin questioned.
"Yes," Alonsha answered quickly before realizing what she just confessed to, "I mean no. . .I mean. . .mind your business!" Justin laughed at her. She couldn't have been more embarrassed than in this very moment.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven't either." Justin announced as Tiffany and Alonsha both shot him looks.
"Boy, stop lying." Alonsha quickly countered.
"You didn't sleep with Alyssa?" Tiffany asked bluntly.
"Nope." Justin answered coolly as he lounged in his seat.
"Come on, Blue. You don't have to lie to us." Justin's eyes met Alonsha's and he smiled suggestively.
"I'm serious. I'm waiting for the right woman to come along and make me beg for some." Justin stated, "Alyssa was too easy." Tiffany huffed and Alonsha turned her eyes to the glass in her hands.
"Since when did easy women become a problem?" Alonsha asked while raising a brow.
"The sex is always better the longer you wait. It builds anticipation." His breathy tone made her eyes meet his again and she saw the darkness of them. Something that only happened when he was excited or becoming passionate about something. She prayed that the passion he was feeling was all for her.
"Right. . ." Tiffany stated, breaking the exchange going on between the two, "So you like the challenge?"
"Hell yeah," Justin stated honestly, "The greater the challenge, the greater the victory." Tiffany smiled and turned leaned back in her chair.
"You want a challenge?" she asked as she and Justin faced one another, "Get Alonsha to dance." she whispered to him so that Alonsha wouldn't hear. Justin laughed causing Alonsha to become alert.
"Don't I always?" he stated confidently. Alonsha was confused. What were they talking about?
"Are you guys plotting something?" Alonsha asked suspiously. They both laughed and Justin stood from his seat.
"Dance with me." he asked suddenly. Alonsha looked over her shoulder than back at him.
"Who are you talking to?" Justin smirked and rolled his eyes.
"You, genius." He smiled, "Let's go boogie."
"Boogie?" Alonsha asked amused, "Right. . ." Justin sighed and leaned down towards her. She was almost certain he was gonna kiss her. But, fortunately, he didn't.
"Please?" His warm breath caressed her lips and she almost leaned in to kiss him, but there was one problem: Tiffany.
"No," she stated firmly while playfully shoving him so that he was no longer in her face, "You know I'm rhythm impaired." Justin laughed.
"Yes I do," he confirmed through his laughter, "But I'm willing to risk my well being to dance with you."
"Justin. . ."
"Alonsha. . ."
"Will you two stop it?" Tiffany interrupted, "Alonsha, honey, it's just dancing. Stop being a prude." She rose out of her seat and walked downstairs to the main dance floor, leaving Justin and Alonsha alone.
"You heard the lady." Justin stated with a shrug.
"I'm gonna embarrass myself." Justin rolled his eyes.
"You're not gonna embarrassed yourself," he stated a-matter-of-factly, "You'll embarrass the both of us." Alonsha narrowed her eyes at him and Justin laughed.
"You're horrible." Alonsha complained as Justin leaned down and kissed her. It was a short and sweet, but was a very public display of affection. When they pulled apart, she could've sworn there were five sets of eyes on them.
"Come on, baby. One dance." His voice was so soft and affectionate. Plus he called her baby. He had before, but now that they were together, there was a whole other tone to it.
"Okay, one dance. But I warned you fair and square."
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Justin felt like such a pervert. No, he was a pervert.
He was trying so hard to pay attention to her words but he couldn't. His eyes would first find her eyes, then travel down her neck and land on her supple breasts. Her perfectly round breasts. . .
"Justin!" His eyes shot up and he blushed in his state of panic.
"Huh?" he asked innocently. Alonsha smiled and raised a brow.
"Are you even listening to me?"
No. "Yes." Alonsha made a face.
"Sure you were. . ."
I know you wanna talk
And tell me about your day
But I keep wandering off
"I was!" Justin lied. Alonsha stared at him for a few minutes.
"Were you checking out my boobs?" she asked bluntly. Justin eyes widened.
"I. . .uh. . .well. . ." She was laughing at him now. He laughed too, not knowing what to do. He felt like a fifteen year old again, being embarrassed because he had gotten caught looking in the girl's locker room.
"Do you want my body?" Alonsha mocked while cracking up.
"Ha ha ha," Justin said sarcastically, "No."
Oooh how your hair...
falls in front of your face
While you try to keep it up
"It's okay, you know." Alonsha assured, "It's natural for you to look at me. I'm sexy as hell." She jokingly ran her hands through her hair and pursed her lips at him. Justin made a face and nodded slowly.
"Sure. You keep telling yourself that." Alonsha shoved him playfully and placed her hair into a ponytail.
"Shut up, asswipe."
I've always paid attention to your point of view
But now i want to focus on the rest of you. . .
Her petite frame raised from her spot on the couch and she walked towards her kitchen. Justin tried to stop himself, but his body won out. His eyes fell to her ass. He watched as it moved to the beat of her walking pace. Even in baggy sweat pants her ass stood out. It was too much. He was horny as hell. . .
Shame on me wanting you
The way i fantasize about
What i'd give, what i'd do
I just want to work you out
"What do you want to eat?" she asked from the kitchen.
"You."
"Excuse me?" Alonsha asked from the kitchen.
Here comes the panic. Calm down, man. Maybe she didn't hear you. Justin thought. "You got anything good?" he asked quickly. Alonsha came walking out of the kitchen. This time he watched the way her chest bounced with her every step.
"Chinese. . .or something from a pizzeria." She held up two menus, one in each hand.
"I'm in the mood," Justin answered, "For chinese! I'm in the mood for chinese." he added on quickly. Alonsha shot him a weird look before nodding.
"Okay. . ." she said unsure, "What do you want?"
You. "General's chicken." Alonsha nodded and walked back into the kitchen to make the orders. Justin breathed a sigh of relief.
Times like this I'm so glad that you can't read my mind
Shame on me another time
The food had arrived a while ago, so Alonsha and Justin were munching happily on their chinese dishes. They were watching "The Family Man." It was a good movie. Funny too, but mostly romantic. They were on a scene where Nicolas Cage and Tea Leoni were rolling around on the bed and he told her she was beautiful. Alonsha awed and Justin rolled his eyes. Even though he thought it was a pretty romantic scene.
"He is so in love with her. . ." Alonsha commented. Damn her. Now that his eyes were on her, they refused to leave. How could she do this to him? She had no make up or fancy clothes on. She was all natural and it drove him out of his mind.
"Yeah. . .love." he said softly. Alonsha turned and looked at him.
"Are you high?" Justin laughed despite himself.
"No," he said in disbelief, "Why would you ask me something like that?"
She shrugged. "You're being weird, is all." Justin laughed again.
"Since when do you say, 'is all'?" he asked mockingly.
"I guess I been hanging with your country ass a little too much." she joked as she closed her container of food and placed it on the coffee table next to Justin's.
"What's wrong with being country?" he questioned as if he were offended.
"Well nothing," Alonsha explained, "Unless your ass is from LA." She smiled and Justin's eyes fell to her mouth. Her lips were just as soft and inviting as they were the first time he kissed her. The way electricity ran through his body the moment their lips met. He wanted to feel that again. . .
Please dont walk away
I'm only drifting 'cause you look so good tonight
Now that we're alone it's so hard to listen
You know you got me mesmerized
She punched him and Justin fell out of his trance.
"What?" he questioned irritably.
"Were you listening to a word I said?" she asked annoyed with him.
"Yeah, I was."
"Then what did I just say?" Justin paused for a moment before smiling.
"You said 'Then what did I just say'." he answered smartly, "See, I was paying attention."
"Justin, that's not funny." Alonsha sighed, "What's wrong?"
Shame on me wanting you
The way i fantasize about
What i'd give, what i'd do
I just want to work you out
"Why does something have to be wrong?" Justin asked curiously. Alonsha gave him an impatient glance.
"Stop pussyfooting around. . ." She had said something else, but Justin lost her the moment after she said 'pussyfooting.' She shouldn't have used the p-word.
Times like this I'm so glad that you can't read my mind
Shame on me another time
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Justin asked innocently. Alonsha rolled her eyes.
"Forget it, 'cause apparently, what I say has no importance." Damn, she's not suppose to be angry.
"I'm sorry. . .I just. . ." What was he gonna say? I just want to fuck you? He sighed.
I've always paid attention to your point of view
But now i want to focus on the rest of you
"You just what?" Alonsha asked. Justin looked at her and smiled.
"I can't concentrate, girl. You look so good and I. . ." He was cut off by her laughter. The next thing he knew, he was laughing with her.
"You think you're so smooth with your lines, don't you?" Justin shrugged in response.
"I'm just telling the truth." Justin argued. Alonsha laughed again and picked up her container of food.
"I look so good. . ." she mumbled as she laughed to herself. Justin smiled, relieved that he had gotten out of that. He didn't want to freak her out with his dirty thoughts. She was barely comfortable kissing him and holding his hand. He thought it was a miracle when she let him slip his hand beneath her shirt. He knew it sounded so high school, but like he said earlier, the longer the wait, the better the sex. And he was ready and willing to beg. . .
Shame on me wanting. . .
Song Credit:
"Shame On Me" - Ryan Cabrera
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