Two weeks later

"Good morning, Sunshine." Justin spoke, entering the kitchen. "When did you get in?" Justice looked up from her plate of food with this tired look on her face.

"Three this morning. I took the red eye." she covered her mouth, yawning softly. "I made breakfast, if you're hungry."

"No thank you. I'm meeting Stacy at her house. We're going out for breakfast." her head jerked up instantly, this questioning look in her eyes. She watched as he leaned against the counter, drinking out of the carton of orange juice.

"So you guys are seeing each other?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"I wouldn't say that. We're...dating. Nothing serious."

"So you're seeing each other?" he rolled his eyes, finally meeting eye contact with hers. She sat there, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Okay, fine. If that's how you wanna put it. And you wanna know something?" he took a few steps towards her. "We've been dating for a couple of weeks now and guess what? We haven't had sex. Isn't that great?" she held a grin on her face. "What?"

"I am so proud of you." she stood up, ambling towards him. "No sex yet? Wow, you are improving." he laughed faintly. "I'm serious. That's like something very odd in your case. You normally pick up women at clubs and have sex with them." he stuck his middle finger up at her.

"Fuck you." she laughed hysterically. "Any way, I'm gonna head out now." he kissed her on the cheek. "See you later."

"Okay." When he hopped in his car, he headed out on the road. While he was driving, he could hear the voices on the radio having a conversation. "I don't wanna hear this." he reached out to change the station but before he could, he heard his name.

Another girl is coming out with a tell-all about him. How she went back home and had sex with him

"Again?" he bashed his hand on the dashboard. "Son of a bitch." When he made it to Stacy's house, he stepped up on the porch and knocked on the door. He tried so hard not to show how much this was starting to affect him and he didn't understand it. It seemed like no one cared about getting sued nowadays. They were so in desperate need for their 15 minutes of fame, that they did whatever it took.

"Hey." he quickly twirled around to gaze at Stacy who stood in the doorway wearing an Hello Kitty shirt and shorts.

"Oh, hey." he smiled warmly. "Hope I didn't wake you."

"No." she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the house. "I was up since seven doing some laundry."

"Cool." he followed her further inside the house. "You still wanna go out for breakfast or..."

"Sure. It won't take long for me to get ready...if you wanna have a seat." he took a seat on the sofa, his eyes slowly gazing in on the picture on the TV screen. "The remote is on the table. I'll be right back."

"Okay." he watched her head up the stairs, immediately having thoughts of following her. "Don't even think about it." he mumbled, keeping his eyes glued to the TV. As he sat there watching television, he realized that it has been almost two months since he'd went without sex. The last time he had sex was with Stacy a month and a half ago. He just couldn't get himself to believe that he lasted that long.

Before he realized it, she was back downstairs wearing a completely different outfit. "Ready." he looked up from the sofa to stare at her.

"Great." his eyes were glued to her ass that showed perfectly through the dress she wore. If only he had x-ray vision, he thought. "I swear..." he gazed at her from the drivers side. "I feel like you're teasing me unintentionally." she returned a questioning look.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I know it's not your fault for being naturally beautiful." she rolled her eyes mischievously.  "I just feel like I'm being tortured. Every time I'm around you...knowing that I can't touch you in that way. It's killing me." she placed her hands in her lap as he continued down the road. "I think about making love to you."

"Justin..." she finally met his gaze. "I don't wanna talk about this."

"But I do. I mean...I know you're trying to prove to me that you can be a decent woman and I totally respect that one hundred percent. But you have to understand that I have needs and I sure as hell know you do too. If you're worried about me thinking differently about you, then you have nothing to worry about. I like you no matter what. If we can survive a stunt like THE LA TIMES, then I know we can survive anything."

"The reason why I want to take my time, is because I really like you too." he glanced at her. "I don't wanna ruin anything between us. And I know what we had in the beginning was just a one night stand but like you said...I want something more eventually. I wanna be a real girlfriend to you. Not someone you just want to have sex with every time we're together. You understand what I'm saying?" he nodded while chewing on his inner bottom lip.

"Yeah, I do. And I'm on the same page as you, believe me. You want something on a higher level."

"I was thinking, maybe we can have breakfast at my place tomorrow. You know, that way we can be alone." he gazed at her, biting his lip teasingly.

"Really? You're gonna cook breakfast?" she nodded, grabbing a hold to his available hand. "Awesome. I've never had a woman cook breakfast for me. This should be interesting." she laughed faintly.

When they made it to the diner, they entered the building--immediately smelling what may have been bacon or sausages. "Mmm, now I'm really hungry." she inhaled the wonderful aroma.

"I found us a seat." he held her hand, leading her towards a table near the back. "Nice and...somewhat private." she took a seat across from him, intertwining her fingers together. "I think I'm in the mood for some pancakes. I just have a taste for something sweet."

"I think I'll have some too." he looked up from the menu to gaze at her. She sat there, never taking her eyes off him. The way she looked at him, made him want to take her then and now.

"You might wanna stop looking at me like that." he warned with this intimate look on his face. "I'm trying so hard not to think dirty thoughts." she broke out laughing. "I wanna..."

"Excuse me?" they quickly looked away to gaze at an older lady standing next to their table. "Aren't you the witch who wrote that awful story about this young man?" her eyes lit up in shock. "Shame on you. You have a lot of nerve showing your face around here. I hope he sues you for every dime you have!" with that, she doused her with a cup of water she held in her hand. Stacy sat there in a frozen state. She had no idea what had just happened. First she's sitting there talking to Justin, then she's being harassed by a middle aged woman who looked to be in her fifties.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" he spoke heatedly, quickly standing to his feet. "Oh my god. Are you okay?" he helped her out of her seat.

"I can't do this." she brushed pass him, hastily heading towards the exit of the building.

"Shit." he gazed in on the stranger who remained next to his table. "You crazy bitch. You had no right to do that!" everyone in the room watched him as he followed the way Stacy went. Moments later, he ended up on the parking lot. Stacy stood against his car, sobbing faintly. "Hey." he reached out to touch her. "You okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" she snapped. "This is what I have to go through almost every day. Your crazy fans email me, they send me mail about how much they hate me because of what I did. What the fuck am I supposed to do? This is one of the reasons why I don't think we should see each other." she turned, yanking on the car door--realizing it was locked. "Can you take me back home, please?"

"Stacy..."

"Now, Justin." he stood there, watching her cry noiselessly--feeling completely bad. Why did this all feel like it was his fault.

"Fine." he walked over to the drivers side, unlocking the door and sitting in the car. After she sat in, buckling in her seat belt, he pulled out of the lot and headed back out on the road. They spoke no word half way to her house and the last thing he wanted to do was separate like this. "I'm really sorry about what that lady did back there. I can't stress it enough."

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault." she spoke, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I feel like some part of it was because she was a fan of mine." she laughed pathetically. "I just want you to know how bad I feel about this. All I wanted to do was take you out for breakfast and this is what happens." she continued to look out the window, not bothering to respond to what he was saying. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Well, obviously yeah." she answered with attitude.

"So this is how you're gonna treat me? I'm trying to talk to you and you're just sitting there like you don't care."

"I don't wanna talk. There's NOTHING to talk about. It's over and done with so let's just keep it moving." he looked away, shaking his head pathetically. For some reason, he was starting to get upset and all because of the way she was behaving towards him.

"I don't know, Stacy. You wanna continue acting like this diva then go right ahead." Ten minutes later, he pulled up in her drive way and turned off the car. He watched as she stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind her. "Whoa." he hopped out of the car, catching her right before she closed her front door. "You need to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. You weren't the one who had ice cold water thrown in their face by some creepy ass lady! So don't you dare tell me to calm down."

"There's something you need to realize..." he pushed the door in, taking a few steps towards her. "I will not be treated like this especially over something I did not do. I tried apologizing to you but all you want to do is fight. Are you sure you weren't the one doing the abusing in your relationships?"

"How dare you try to make me look like I'm an abusive, psychotic person? If I was so crazy, I would've kicked that old woman's ass back there!" she shouted. "So fuck you, Justin. You don't know what the hell you're talking about." she walked pass him and ambled towards her staircase. "You can let yourself out." she spoke, heading up the stairs to her room. When she entered the room, she begin removing her clothes on her way towards the bathroom. All she thought about doing was washing herself with hot water after what she had been through. She stepped in the shower and turned on the water. It was only eleven thirty and her day was already going downhill. She stood underneath the water, shutting her eyes as she enjoyed the warm water flowing down her body. This is exactly what she needed. A nice warm shower. When she opened her eyes, she instantly focused in on Justin who was standing in her shower completely naked. She gasped in shock, holding her hand to her chest. "What the hell...what is wrong with you? What are you doing in my shower?"

"I'm not leaving until we make things work."

"The hell you are." she turned, attempting to turn the shower off but he grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him.

"I'm serious, Stacy." her heart skipped a beat when she felt his penis pressing up against her butt. "We need to talk about this. Now you said you wanted things to work. Well the only way to do that is by talking about our problems." she hesitantly turned his direction, peering in his eyes. "Can we talk about it?" she gulped down, quickly looking away.

"There's nothing to ta..."

"Yes there is so don't say that. You're just trying to avoid it." she tried removing his arms from around her waist but he held on tighter, pulling her even closer. "Don't. You're not going anywhere until you agree to talk." she rolled her eyes in agitation.

"Fine. Let's talk." he gazed in her eyes, trying so hard to resist her. And being this close to her--completely naked wasn't helping at all.

"You know I really like you...a lot."

"Okay."

"And I wanna be with you. I really do but you're kinda making that impossible right now. I feel like, all you wanna do is fight. That way, you will have an excuse not to make things work. You're trying to find ways for us to break up so we can't get to know each other. You don't wanna get to know me. Everything was okay when we were just fuck buddies. You don't want nothing more. Do you?" she held her head down as she tried holding back her tears.

"I don't know. I feel like my mind is telling me to make things work but my heart is telling me not to. I just can't let my guard down. I'm so afraid of getting hurt. It scares me and you have no idea..." a soft whimper escaped her lips as she slowly broke down in tears. "I don't wanna hurt you but I also don't wanna get hurt." she cried, shielding her face with her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he wrapped his arms around her as she continued to cry, her head on his chest.

"It's okay. Really." he assured, skimming her back soothingly. "Don't cry." she pulled away, wiping the salty tears from her face. "I swear to you, I will not hurt you like those other guys did. And I know you may have a hard time believing that because of the way I treated you at the club. I was stupid. I was so selfish and all I cared about was having sex with you. That's just who I was. And you made me realize how ignorant I was." he grasped her hands firmly. "Can't you see how hard I'm trying? If I wasn't serious, I wouldn't be here right now trying to fight for you." she sniffled, gradually taking baby steps towards him. "Just give me a chance." she bit her lip, never breaking the eye contact with him. Deep down, she really wanted to give him a chance but she was so hurt from her past experiences with men that it left a permanent scar on her. Justin did seem much different then the other guys. The way he looked at her. The way he held her. The way he made love to her. It was so new to her. And even when they first had sex, it felt like she was the only girl in the world. He took his time and he made sure not only he was fulfilled but so was she. "What are you thinking?"

"Um..." her eyes slowly trailed down his figure, instantly stopping at his manhood. "I'm thinking about how you're gonna take me in the room and make love to me."

"Really?" he moved in closer to her. "Or maybe we can make love here." he leisurely leaned in, pecking her on the lips. She pulled back to gaze in his eyes, her heart rate increasing. Her body wanted this so badly, so why was she so hesitant to continue? "What's wrong?" she brushed a few strains of hair back behind her ear.

"I dunno. I guess I'm a little nervous." he flashed her a surprised look.

"You? Nervous? Wow, that surprises me."

"You telling me." she exhaled heavily. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I never act this way." he grabbed both her hands, pulling her even closer.

"You don't have to be nervous. Trust me." he gradually met lips with hers once more, this time kissing her deeply. She moaned softly, slightly parting her lips--accepting his tongue. "Mmm." she quickly swathed her arms around his neck as he backed her up against the wall. She lifted her leg, brushing it up against him. This was definitely a clue that she wanted it right then and there. "Someone seems a little impatient." he broke away, sucking teasingly on her earlobe. "I love every part of you. You know that?" he spoke in her ear.

"Yeah? And I especially love this." she grabbed his shaft, stroking him gently between her fingers.

"I bet you do." he groaned deeply as she continued stroking him steadily.

"I love big dicks. They turn me on." she spoke dirty, only making him even harder. Without a word spoken, he lifted her a few inches from off the floor and attached her legs to his waist. Moments later, she could feel him burying himself deep within her. She whimpered over and over as he slid in and out of her with steady, hard thrusts. "Fuck." she met lips with his, kissing him intimately. Not being on this level with her in over a month really took a toll on him and he was definitely going to make up for lost time.

An hour later

Stacy ambled towards the bed where Justin was located, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. "It's two in the afternoon and you're wearing that?" he spoke, watching her climb on bed beside him.

"You have a problem with what I'm wearing?" she asked, climbing on top of him.

"I have no problem with what you're wearing. I just thought it looked like something you sleep with." he sat back, admiring her beautiful features. "You have the perfect body. Do you work out? You have some really tight abs." he gripped her waist, quickly reversing positions. "And a really nice pussy." he groaned, kissing her neck sweetly. "Look at you." he laughed at how quickly she spread her legs. "You just can't get enough, can you?" she pulled him in between her legs.

"Never." he kissed her tenderly, hearing her moan in response. The way her lips felt against his, made him want her even more. They had just finished having sex in the bathroom and now they were at it again. If he allowed it, this is what they would have been doing for the rest of the day.

"You know we have to take a break from this every once in a while." he implied. "I know I'm so irresistible and it's so hard to keep your hands off me." she smacked him on his arm playfully. "Ahaha."

"You're so big headed, you know that?" he reached in between them, massaging the area between her legs. "Mmm." she bit her lip, enjoying all of the pleasure he gave her. He could feel her getting even wetter by the seconds. After taking a moment to caress her, he slid her underwear aside and entered a finger inside her. "Yes." she moaned as he continued fingering her at a fast pace.

"You want more?" she nodded quickly, instantly feeling him enter a second finger inside her. She shut her eyes, feeling nothing but bliss and all she wanted to feel now was his cock.

"I wanna feel you." she lifted her head, locking lips with his.

"You sure you ready for this?" he teased, watching her nod her head YES. He then, pulled his rock shaft from out of his boxers and penetrated her deeply.

"Yesssss." she yelped out.
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12:11am

Justin entered his house, never feeling so tired in his life. He had Stacy to thank for that because she wouldn't let him rest. If he didn't decide to leave, he probably would have been at it again with her. "Well look who decided to come home." he quickly looked up to gaze at Justice who was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas. "Where were you all day? You know I called you but you didn't answer."

"I...I had sort of a rough day." he spoke, taking a seat beside her. "I'm so tired. I don't think I'll be going anywhere tomorrow." she turned to face him, her eyes examining him closely.

"You had sex, didn't you?"

"What?" he looked her direction with this odd look on his face. "Why would you say that?"

"Because I know you and I know that the only reason you would be out alllll day is if you were having fun." he laid back, resting his head on her lap.

"I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that I'm really tired and I just need to get some sleep. You mind if I lay out here with you?" he asked, slowly shutting his eyes. "I can't walk up those stairs. I might pass out on my way to the room." he over exaggerated.

"Sure, you can lay out here but..." she pushed his head off her lap and stood to her feet. "I won't be here. I'm going upstairs to my room." he sat up, giving her a shocked look because for one--he didn't think she would just push him off her like she did.

"What's wrong with you? Are you upset?" she shook her head as she proceeded up the stairs.

"I'm not upset. Not one bit." she lied. Seconds later, he heard a door slam.

"What the hell!" he shot up and ambled up the stairs where the bedrooms were located. "Justice?" he called, knocking a few times on her door. "Are you okay? Why are you slamming doors around here?" he paused to get a reply but he heard nothing but silence. "Justice?"

"You stood me up." she spoke from the other side of the door. "You asked me to fly down here so I can spend some time with you and you just...stand me up." he groaned, resting his forehead against the door. This was not what he was looking forward to. He was so tired from being with Stacy all day and now he had to come home and try to explain to his best friend WHY he wasn't here with her. It felt like he had two girlfriends who wanted all of his attention.

"You can't be serious." he twisted the knob, realizing it was locked. "Unlock the door."

"No."

"Please. Unlock the door, Justice. I don't wanna talk like this." he waited to see if she would unbolt the door but she didn't. "All right, I guess you don't wanna talk." he sighed heavily. "Listen, I'm really tired and all I wanna do is get some shut eye. I would really rather talk about this before I go to bed but if you don't want to..." he paused, hearing the sound of the door being unlocked. He hesitantly reached out, twisting the knob and pulling the door open. His eyes immediately focused in on Justice who sat on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest and this disappointed look on her face. "Hey." he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. She watched as he kicked his shoes off and climbed on bed beside her. "Um..." he tried finding the words to say because the last thing he wanted to do was fight with her. "I'm sorry if you felt like I stood you up."

"But you did."

"All right, fine. I stood you up and I'm sorry." she looked over her shoulder to stare at him. "You forgive me?" she shook her head, pouting playfully. "Is that a smile?"

"No. I'm not smiling."

"Yes you are." he quickly grabbed a hold to her as he begin to dig his fingers in her sides, tickling her.

"Ha-Ha, okay! Okay! Ahaha!!" she laughed loudly. "I forgive you." he laid back on the bed, pulling her next to him. "I'm sorry for pushing you off me downstairs. And for slamming the door." she rolled over on her side to face him.

"It's okay. I know how you women can be. Just please tell me you're not gonna keep doing this. You know I have a girlfriend now and...I won't be around that often. I promise you, I will try my best to be here whenever you need me to. Just cut me some slack. That's all I'm asking. You know you can have anything you want from me. All you have to do is ask. Okay?" he reached out, brushing her cheek tenderly.

"You've changed. I'll have to admit that. You're so...caring now." she reached up, resting her hand on top of his. "I think I like this Justin better." he smiled, slowly leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"I'm gonna try and get some sleep." she watched him climb out of bed and head towards the door. "Love you."

"Love you too. Goodnight."

"Night." he replied, stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind him.