"Pop
Life"
Chapter 79
Britney wakes up to Justin kissing her neck. She smiles and stretches her arms and then wraps them around his neck.
"Mmmmm, morning," she moans.
"It will be," Justin mumbles against her neck.
Britney giggles when he finds a ticklish spot.
"Why are you like this today?"
He pulls away and looks at her.
"Do I need a reason?"
"Let's see...it's October...uh, October..." He continues to kiss along her jaw line down to her neck and collar bone.
"Eighteenth," Justin mumbles.
"Right...so it's not our Anniversary..."
He starts to untie the strings of her nightgown that are up around her neck.
"It's not either of our birthdays...though this reminds me a lot of your last birthday..."
He smiles against her skin before continuing on. He moves his legs so that he's straddling one of hers.
"The anniversary of our first date? Noooo," she moans when he brushes against her nipple through the thin material.
"You know my breasts are sensitive right now," she whispers.
"Uh huh." He peels the nightgown away from her chest so that her breasts are exposed.
She starts to run her fingers through his curls.
"I give up," she says holding his head in place.
"Ashleigh's at my mom and dads," he says kissing her mouth. "Cody's at play rehearsal," he says before kissing her longer this time. "And Adriana is at the Homecoming parade and is then going to the football game."
Britney smiles.
"Ohhhh, that's a good enough reason," she says pulling his face to hers again.
Their tongues search for each other's as Britney opens her mouth wider for him. His shirt is already off so she starts to untie the drawstring of his pajama bottoms. She starts to push them down with her hands and then slides one of her feet up to push his pants down the rest of the way.
"You're talented," he says before he attacks her breasts.
She moans as her back arches. He pays equal attention to each breast.
"Let me know if they're too tender," he says.
"So far, so good," she mumbles as her fingers run through his hair.
He finds the bottom of her short nightgown and pulls it up and over her head. She sits up and throws it on the floor. Justin scoots up so that he's closer to where she's sitting. He stares at her stomach and begins to rub it. He kisses it as he pushes her back on the bed.
"Hey little Raindrop," he whispers at her belly button before he places one last kiss on her stomach.
He slowly starts to lower her panties. Taking his time as he does and kissing almost every inch of her body along the way. Britney raises her head a little and watches him. He throws her panties to the floor and looks back up at her.
"Come here," she says, holding her arms out.
He crawls up to her again. When he reaches her face, he starts to kiss her and her hands fumble with his boxers. Once she finds them she starts to tug them down. He gets the hint and finishes pulling them down the rest of the way. When he rejoins her, he lays over her, so not to crush her. Both of his arms are on either side of her shoulders and head and he starts to kiss her again, slowly. Britney's legs wrap around his waist and she pulls him closer. He begins to kiss her neck as he enters her slowly. Her hands start to roam his shoulders and back and he thrusts into her. They move with each other and since she knows they're alone, Britney is very vocal about the pleasure her husband is giving her.
Finally, they look into each other's eyes as they climax together. Justin begins to roll off of her but she stops him and keeps him lying on top of her.
"I want to stay like this for a couple of minutes," she says into his neck.
"I'm crushing you," he says.
"I don't care. I like feeling you like this."
He places feathery kisses on her cheek and eyelids.
"I love you," he whispers.
She opens her eyes and looks deeply into his. "I love you."
"Oh my God, that was so much fun," Darcy says as we pile into my house after the football game.
"I'm just glad we won," Stacy agrees.
"Mama, daddy...I'm home," I yell.
Darcy and Stacy gently lay their dresses down on the couch as we make our way to the kitchen. We walk into the kitchen and I open the refrigerator to get us something to drink.
"Maybe they're not home," Darcy says.
"No, both of their cars are here. So, how did I do driving?" I ask. Since I had time off, I had gotten my learner's permit.
"I thought you did good. That one woman you almost hit didn't seem too mad," Stacy shrugs and then laughs.
I throw and ice cube at her. "Ha ha."
Mama comes into the kitchen.
"Hey girls," she says.
"You look very casual," I say looking her over.
She's got an oversized shirt on, probably daddy's and a pair of his pajama bottoms. Her hair is thrown into a messy pony tail and she doesn't have any makeup on.
"It's a lazy Saturday. I didn't feel the need to get dressed up," she shrugs. She leans against the counter. "So, tell me about the parade and the game."
Darcy and Stacy begin to tell mama all about the events of the day.
"Did you have fun?" mama asks me.
"Sure. Everyone was really into it, it was fun to get swept up into that."
"So you girls are going to get dressed here, right? Your dates are coming here so we can take pictures, I hope."
"Yes ma'am. My mom wanted to make sure you take a ton of pictures. She's a little upset with me that I'm having John pick me up here and not at home so I need pictures," she laughs.
Mama smiles. "Well, she'll get them."
Daddy walks into the kitchen. He's wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants and is rubbing his eyes.
"Hey ladies," he says.
"Were you taking a nap or something?" I ask as he leans down to kiss my cheek.
"I guess I dozed off."
He walks over to mama, places his hand on her lower back and quickly kisses her neck as she still leans against the counter.
"I'm starving. We were going to throw something together, you girls hungry?" he asks.
I stare at the two of them and then look over at my friends. They've got the strangest looks on their faces.
"No, we ate after the game. Come on girls, let's go up to my room and get ready," I say pulling their arms as I walk out of the kitchen.
They grab their dresses on our way to the stairs
"Were your parents..." Darcy starts.
"Having sex?" Stacy finishes.
I look at them both as we climb the stairs.
"I don't ask them about their sex life girls."
"Wow." Darcy shakes her head.
I look at her as we walk into my room. "Oh come on guys, it's not that big of a deal."
"I don't think my parent's have sex," Darcy says as she sits on my bed.
"And mine are divorced so...." Stacy adds.
"I think mine do all the time," I laugh and then stop when I see how they are looking at me. "What?"
"I can't believe how you are taking this."
"You guys, I grew up with them like this. Really, I'm used to it. They had the house to themselves this morning...they're going to take advantage of that. My parents are very affectionate people," I shrug.
"Have you ever heard them?" Stacy asks, lowering her voice.
I shudder. "No. There are limits," I laugh.
"If you think about it, it's sweet," Darcy sighs.
"Okay, let's quit talking about my parents like that and start getting ready."
While Darcy and Stacy help each other with their hair my cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby."
"Hey," I say with a smile.
"I was trying to interrupt something...am I too early?" he chuckles.
I laugh. "Yeah, just a tad. I'm still at home getting ready."
"I knew that. I just wanted to tell you to have fun and think of me all night."
"I will be thinking about you," I say softly. "Every dance..."
"Good. Well, I won't keep you. Have fun...and I do mean it."
"I know. Thank you. You're taking all of this very well." I sit down on my bed and start twirling my hair.
"I trust you and you explained the situation. I just want you to enjoy being home and being a high-schooler. I remember what that was like...you should experience it too."
I nod. "Yeah. I think one day I'll be glad."
"Quit twirling your hair, you'll mess it up," Darcy screeches.
"Oh no, I'll let you go," Brad laughs.
"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay. Good night."
"Good night."
I hang up the phone as Darcy starts messing with my hair again.
"Was that Brad?" Stacy asks.
"Yeah," I sigh.
"I can tell...you're blushing."
I put my hand to my cheek and smile.
"I can't believe he's okay with this," Darcy says.
"He trusts me and it's only friends going to a high school dance...that's all."
"You told Preston this, right?"
"Yahh," I say.
As we walk down the stairs, mama starts snapping pictures of us. I put my hand in front of my face.
"Mama, I'm going to see spots all night if you keep that up."
"You should be the one used to it," Stacy laughs.
"You young ladies are breathtaking," daddy says as he grabs my hand and helps me off of the last few steps.
"Aren't they guys here? I thought I heard the door."
"They're in there," mama nods towards the family room.
I take a deep breath. "Well, let's get this over with."