Wet Dreams & Coffee Bean
After they finished up dinner, Justin and Alonsha decided to watch some DVDs for the rest of the night. As Justin expected, Alonsha begged to watch Lord of the Rings. He shuffled through his DVD collection in search of the movie, but couldn't find it. Justin thought for a moment and remembered that he had been watching it earlier that week in his bedroom. He turned to Alonsha and informed her that he'd return with the video in just a second, but she told him they could watch it upstairs, if he didn't mind.
He of course told her that it was fine, and they both ascending up to his bedroom. Alonsha's eyes roamed the open space and was surprised to see that it hadn't changed much from what she remembered. Every wall was still a neutral beige in color and the bed was still king sized, but the sheets were now a navy and baby blue combination. Her attention was caught by the sound of a warm breeze coming in from the open balcony doors. She walked over to them and stood in awe at the view. The city lights were bright and vibrant in the darkness of the night.
Justin's eyes traveled up Alonsha's short legs, over her onion shaped bottom to the small of her back. They stopped their journey the moment they reached her eyes. Justin blushed furiously when Alonsha gave him a knowing smile. He had been caught checking her out, yet the soft giggle that escaped her lips gave him some sort of comfort.
"Did you find the movie?" she asked. Justin was somewhat perplexed by her question, completely forgetting about his reason for coming up there in the first place.
"Oh, yeah," he said, "I don't know where I put it. Maybe Cam took it." Alonsha rolled her eyes when Cameron's name fell from his lips and Justin took notice to this.
"Can we not talk about her?" Alonsha said softly as she walked over him, standing directly in front of his form. They were so close that Justin could smell the vanilla scent of her skin and feel the heat radiating off of her body. His body's initial reaction was to pull her closer, but his conscious wouldn't allow it.
"Well. . ." Justin stuttered helplessly as Alonsha's eyes gazed longingly at his mouth. He could feel his groin tighten when she bit her bottom lip innocently and stared up at him.
"Well, what?" she whispered, her warm breath caressing the area on his neck. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he ever thought was humanly possible.
"I think we should go downstairs," he squeaked out nervously, "We can watch something else." Alonsha's hands pressed against his chest, slowly running up to his shoulders before cupping his cheeks. Her thumb gently ran over the moist flesh of his lips as she stared into his eyes.
"Or maybe we can stay up here." Her tone was thick and sensual. It was more than enough to convince him to stay.
"Fine, but what are we going to do?" Justin asked, "All my videos are downstairs." He was desperately trying to fight the urge to jump her bones.
"I don't know," Alonsha answered softly, "But we'll think of something."
"Like what?" Justin asked distractedly. He was more focused on Alonsha's wandering hands.
"Like. . ." She trailed off as her hand firmly pressed against the back of his neck, pulling him down toward her. Justin no longer fought his urges. He dived down to her lips. His mouth feverishly kissed hers as his hands gripped her ass, the ass he had been longing to touch from the moment her radiant form waltzed back into his life.
Alonsha moaned into his mouth as his tongue ran against hers like silk. They stumbled back toward the bed, falling onto it with a thump. Justin took the initiative and pinned her hands above her head before attacking her neck with wet kisses. Their heated breathing meshed together as they groped each other's bodies, desperately trying to remove their clothing.
Justin's hands fumbled with the hook of her bra before finally getting it untangled. Her breasts were revealed to him once he discarded the satin barrier. He leaned over her on all fours and marveled at her body. Her golden brown skin clashed against his pale peachy tone and the mounds of curves on her body was a sight to behold. She was as gorgeous as he remembered and memories of how wonderful she felt when he was inside of her flooded his mind.
"Justin?" Her soft voice disrupts his thoughts and he looks down into her chocolate orbs.
"Yes?" he asked softly, silently praying that she wasn't having second thoughts. Her warm hand reached up and rested on his face.
"Baby," she breathed softly, "Wake up." His face contorted in confusion.
"What?" he asked, "Wake up?" Alonsha smiled up him before tapping his face gently.
"Wake up, or we're going to be late, Jay." Justin smiled awkwardly and lifted a hand to caress her face gently.
"What are you talking about, babe?" Alonsha rolled her eyes and sat up some. Her mouth grazed his ear as she leaned into him. . .
"Wake up!" Justin jumped upward as a shrill scream shot through his ear drum, almost causing it to pop. He hissed as his eyes shot open, allowing the searing rays of sunlight to enter them. His hands shielded his face as he looked around at his surroundings. He was still in his room, but this time it was daylight, and Alonsha-free.
His eyes found Cameron's cyan ones and he had to bite his bottom lip to prevent a disappointed groan from escaping his lips. She was laying on her side, her head propped up by her hand. The smile that was spread across her face was a nuisance. Nobody is happy at this time of day. Whatever time it might have been.
"What time is it?" Justin asked hoarsely.
"One-thirty," Cameron replied, "Half an hour away from the time we're supposed to be meeting your mom for lunch." Justin rolled his eyes and flipped back onto the bed, closing his eyes as he faced the ceiling.
"Five more minutes," Justin groaned, "I'm so tired." Cameron laughed lightly.
"So? If you don't rush right now, we're going to have a hard time trying to get down to the café on schedule," she informed him, "And speaking of hard. . ." Cameron giggled and Justin opened his eyes. He followed her gaze down to his semi-erected member and silently cursed himself for sleeping nude.
"It's morning wood, Cameron," Justin explained cooly, "It's completely natural." Cameron snorted.
"Were those sounds you were making natural too?" Justin looked at her shyly, fighting to keep the blood from rushing to his cheeks. He failed miserably.
"I didn't make any noises," Justin argued as Cameron raised a brow.
"Oh, I beg to differ." Her playful tone gave him some assurance that he didn't moan out any names, so he relaxed.
"Shut up," He laughed, "Leave me alone." Cameron laughed and patted his arm before she rose out of his bed.
"Fine, but don't waste too much time getting off," she ordered, "And whatever you were dreaming about seemed like something I wouldn't mind doing." Justin's laugh caught in his throat at the thought of Cameron and Alonsha together, but he quickly erased the idea from his mind.
"Yeah," Justin agreed, "Maybe we can try it later." Cameron wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before laughing out loud when Justin winked at her.
"Okay, we have to hurry, Jay," Cam said between laughs, "We can't keep mama Lynn waiting." Justin sighed and nodded.
"Fine," he whined, "I'll be done in a flash."
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I was somewhat shocked today when I picked up my phone and heard Cameron's voice flowing through it. She had invited me out to a quiet get-together at this café near Java Juice. I, of course, accepted the invitation and went on my merry way to meet her. When I reached the destination, I immediately felt out of place. It was one of those trendy celebrity places where you pay thousands to breathe within its vicinity. My eyes roamed the crowded area for any sign of Cameron, but they froze on one particular male specimen.
Orlando Bloom.
I used every muscle in my body to keep myself from lunging forward and screaming 'Orlie!' at the top of my lungs. I wanted to smack myself for being such a teeny-bopper, but I reasoned that it is Orlando. If Justin could see me now, he'd laugh so loud that everybody would turn around and stare at us while he tells Orlando that I'm madly in love with him.
Speaking of Justin, my senses seem to pick up a familiar form nearby. I turn in time to see Justin's discrete wave from across the stretch of tables. He's wearing an adorable baby blue t-shirt and tan cargo pants. As I briskly make my way toward him, I make sure I 'accidently' bump into Orlando. My heart nearly stops when he turns around with a look of concern, gently holding my elbows to balance me from our collision.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't see you, love." Oh man, what I would give to be his love.
"No, it's my fault," I confessed, "I wasn't paying attention." He smiled warmly and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, unfortunately letting go of my arms. But even more to my dismay, the annoying sound of my cell phone interrupts our brief conversation.
"Less flirt, more walk," Justin said as I pressed the phone against my ear. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw a pout forming across his face from where I stood.
"Okay," I groaned, "I'm coming." I hang up and Orlando offers me a small smile.
"Well, I guess I'll let you be on your way," he said. I nodded and smiled also.
"Okay. . ." I told him lamely, "Bye." He gives me a tiny wave as I continue my journey to Justin's side. He's waiting for me patiently, his hands tucked away in his pockets.
"You freak out over him, but you've got me," Justin whined playfully, "You make no sense, whatsoever." I rolled my eyes and gave him a sideways hug.
"You know I love ya, Jay," I assured. He nodded and smiled, seemingly satisfied with my words. Our embrace continues as we walk over to a somewhat secluded area. Cameron's sitting down in one of the chairs, a cell phone pressed against her ear, and Trace is sitting next to her, looking at us as we walk over. Justin separates us as he walks over and politely pulls out my chair. I thank him and take a seat as he sits down next to me.
"Hey," Cameron's said, "I'll call you back." She hangs up and smiles at me. I return the kind gesture.
"Hey, Cameron," I greet, "What's going on, Trace?" He shrugs and scratches the small beard on his face. I guess it's some sort of trend.
"Nothing," he answers, "But what's up with you? I heard you have a boyfriend I didn't know about." I smile at the thought of Adam and shrugged.
"It's new," I explain, "We just started dating a little over a month ago." Trace nods and smiles.
"That's great," he comments, "From what I hear, he's a cool cat." I nod in agreement.
"Yeah," I said dreamily, "He's. . . wonderful." Justin clears his throat suddenly and I look over at him. He bites his bottom lip and looks over at me.
"Is he doing alright?" Justin asked.
"Yeah, he's been working two jobs, so he's a little tired, I guess." I suddenly feel like this is some type of interrogation with all these questions being thrown at me. I hate being the center of attention, "So, Cameron, how's life?" Her board grin spreads across her face as her sun-kissed skin gleams in the bright sunlight.
"Okay, I suppose," she answered, "I just started working on Shrek three." I smile and nod.
"Cool, I love those movies," I gush, "Eddie Murphy is hilarious." She laughs lightly.
"You should see him and Mike together. It's the most entertaining thing in the world," Her eyes light up in excitement, "And guess what?"
"What?" I asked her enthusiastically. Trace laughs as Justin bows his head down shyly.
"This hick got a major part in the movie," Trace answers as he gestures toward Justin, "He's doing the voice for Prince Artie."
"Who's that?" I asked.
"King Arthur, before he was king," Justin explained, "It's cool. I can't wait to see it come together."
"Aw, does he look like you?" I questioned as Justin shrugged.
"He's not as fine, but close enough." I laughed heartily, as well as everybody else.
"Damn, you need to get over yourself," I joked, "You're alright. . ." Justin gasped dramatically.
"I am not alright," Justin argued, "I am the epitome of sexy. Right, Cameron?" I looked over at her and raised a brow. She giggled and nodded.
"You're as sexy as you think you are," she assured him. Justin gave her a look of displeasure and protruded his bottom lip.
"Ya'll are a bunch of haters," he complained, "You know you want this."
"What?" I asked, pretending to be completely disgusted, "Stop lying yourself." Justin pretended to be hurt.
"You know what?" he questioned rhetorically, "That's why I can't stand your ass now." Everybody laughed and I got the feeling it was going to be one of those good days.
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Today sucked.
For Cameron, anyway. It seemed as though she was invisible. Trace and Justin were so engrossed in Alonsha's story about Rhode Island that they forgot about her. But she didn't complain. Instead, she decided to play some random bowling game on her cell phone as she trailed behind, looking up every once in a while to see Justin laughing harder than she had ever heard before.
She hated Alonsha.
How could she not? The moment she sashayed her ass back into Justin's life, she's stolen the spotlight from Cameron. Today was suppose to be a group thing. A fun outing with friends. Hell, Cameron's the one who invited Alonsha in the first place. She felt betrayed. She had opened up the doors to a new friendship, and Alonsha slammed in her face. It made her wonder about her. Maybe she was trying to get Justin back. It wouldn't surprise her. You don't just 'fall out of love' with Justin Timberlake.
Speaking of Justin, his controversial dream was still up for discussion. Cameron could've sworn a very familiar name was mumbled as he shifted in his bed. It took everything in her not to jump down his throat with the accusations that filled her mind, but she didn't want to be one of those girlfriends. You know, the jealous, possessive, always suspicious types. It wasn't her niche, but she had a feeling she was heading down that dark and dreary path.
"Come on, Cameron," Justin called over his shoulder, "We're going to get something from Coffee Bean." Cameron was somewhat surprised that he had taken a break from his intriguing conversation with Alonsha to speak directly to her.
"I'm right behind you," she replied as she quickened her pace to walk by his side. They made their way down the street and reached the Coffee Bean on the corner of 7th street. As soon as they were inside, Justin was next to Alonsha in line, saying they'd take their orders. Cameron had mumbled something about French vanilla before sitting down with a pout. Trace sat in the small booth across from her and smiled sympathetically.
"You alright?" he asked gently. Cameron looked up at him before turning toward the glass window. She shrugged and squinted as a ray of sunlight hit her eyes. Great, even nature hated her.
"No," She sighed, "But I'll survive." Trace chuckled lightly.
"I love your enthusiasm," he teased, "You and Justin have a fight again?" Cameron shook her head and finally turned to look at him.
"No, but with the way he's been ignoring me," She looked over at Alonsha and Justin, "You could assume that."
"He's not ignoring you," Trace assured, "It's just the way those two are when they're together. Well, not together together, but around each other." A feeling of discomfort came over her when the thought of them being a couple entered her mind.
"He really did love her though," Cameron whispered as she stared down at the booth's table, "How do you just let that go?" Trace shrugged.
"Justin met you, Cameron," Trace explained, "You guys are in love and that's all that matters. The past is the past, so don't worry yourself about anything." Trace's words provided some sort of confirmation and Cameron smiled softly.
"Thank you," she replied, "I appreciate that." Trace nodded and fiddled with a napkin on the table.
"No problem, girl," he said, "I'm always here if you need me." Justin and Alonsha were now making their way over to the table, drinks in hand.
"I know," Cameron said to Trace with another warm smile.
"You know what?" Justin asked curiously as he placed the drink holder on the table.
"Nothing, bitch," Trace answered, "Give me my drink and lets roll." Alonsha giggled lightly and a light blush spread across Justin's cheeks. Cameron was shocked by his reaction to Trace's comment. Since when is Justin embarrassed by Trace's name calling? It was a daily ritual for them to throw threats and call each other vulgar names. But Alonsha was there now, laughing at him playfully.
"Can we go?" Cameron demanded more than asked as she stood. Justin gave her a weird look before nodding.
"Yeah, lets go." They all stood now and proceeded to walk out of the shop. Trace and Alonsha walked ahead as Justin trailed behind to speak to Cameron.
"We need to talk," Cameron whispered before Justin got a chance to speak, "I want to know all about that dream of yours." Justin stiffened and slowed his pace. Cameron noticed his reaction and began to feel worried again.
"Why?" Justin questioned, "I can barely remember it."
"Well, you can tell me what you do remember." Cameron countered.
"What's your problem anyway?" Justin questioned, "You've been really prissy all day."
"I have not!" Cameron argued in a hush tone, "Beside, how would you know? You've been too busy with Alonsha this whole time."
"What?" Justin asked rhetorically, "Oh, I see."
"You see what?" Cameron questioned.
"You're jealous." Justin informed her.
"I'm what!" Cameron gasped.
"I cannot believe it," Justin chuckled, "I never thought I'd see the day."
"You still haven't," Cameron argued, "I am not jealous." Justin laughed to himself, completely amused by his new discovery.
"This is just too good," Justin laughed, "Cameron is jealous! Jealous! Jealous! Jealous!" His taunted ended with a discrete pinch to his side.
"Shut up," Cameron ordered, "I'm not jealous." Justin rubbed his injured flesh and pouted.
"You're jealous!" He ran up to Trace in Alonsha, avoided another pinch from Cameron who sulked in the background, once again. Who was she kidding? She was jealous. Not only of their friendship, but Alonsha physically. She was everything Justin wanted, even though she could spare to lose a pound or two.
And her laugh, her intelligence, her profound confidence and courage to actually step out of her safety box and be daring, or stupid, enough to go to a foreign place. . . Cameron couldn't help but feel slightly envious of her. But she hated herself for it. How could she allow someone like Alonsha to make her feel inferior?
She was Cameron Diaz. Named most beautiful time and time again. Winning best look prizes and always pulling people in with her charisma. She was the 'it' girl. And Cameron was more than determined to make Alonsha see that.
She messed with the wrong woman.
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