Britney. Blond hair, flat stomach and a bubble butt. Spears. JC’s fucked her, beat her. Lance got a blow job. Joey’s raped her, at least twice. Chris fucked her too. I loved her. She was with me before the fame, before the money, before the sex.nextBefore Andrea.
Andrea, I loved dearly. Britney, I was in love with. There is a huge difference between the two. The last time we were together was when out first album came out… that seems almost decades ago. I miss her.
Justin Timberlake sitting alone in his hotel room -- Chris doesn’t count as a person for he’s been out for the past hour or so -- thinking about Britney Spears after he was just raped by Joey. I bet she’s with Wade. That’s good. She deserves a man that will treat her right. Not someone like me who will probably fuck up and hurt her. Or worse yet… have her encounter JC.
Oh man, we really fucked up her life. If only I could tell her how sorry I truly am….
Five minutes later -- my ass is sore as hell but at least the blood has stopped -- I’m lying on my stomach on the bed with the phone smashed into my ear waiting to hear a familiar voice. Lance is right… I’m just a pussy. She answers, “Hello?”
“Britney? It’s Justin.”
Silence followed by a deep sigh and then, “What do you want?”
“Just to talk.”
“Well then talk.”
My mind just went completely blank at the tone of her voice. She hates me. Everyone seems to feel that way. She hates me because Joey raped her while I watched, JC beat her while I jacked off to it. Jesus, what was I thinking? After realizing that it was my turn to speak, “So… still with Wade?”
“No, we split about four months ago. How about you?”
“Single.”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry Justin. I forgot about Andrea.”
“Yeah well that was over a year ago. I’ve had enough time to mourn.”
“Still can’t date, huh?”
“Well no. I think JC wants to hook up.”
“JC’s an asshole.”
“Brit…”
“No Justin. He is an asshole that only does things that pleases himself. He could care less about you.”
“I love him.”
“You think you do. You’re just infatuated with him.”
“I love you.” Silence. Minutes pass and still nothing. I said something that shocked her or scared her. “Brit?”
“Shut up, Justin. I don’t need this. Not now.”
“What?”
“Never say that again. Never.”
“I miss you.”
Sigh, “I miss you too.”
“Where are you?”
“Home in L.A.”
“I’m in San Diego. Can you drive here?”
“Where are the others?”
“Sleeping… in their rooms.” I glance over at Chris’ feet sticking out from the bathroom.
“I don’t think so Justin.”
“Please…”
Her flesh is warm against my own. The sweet smell of strawberries transfers from her onto the bed sheets. Her mouth covers mine as my hands roam up and down her body. She feels so good as I slowly and gently push myself inside her.
She lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Music to my ears.
Next morning, she’s sleeping soundly beneath the sheets. I’m watching her from my seat in the corner. I’m scared for her. I’m scared Joey will rape her once he sees her. I’m scared JC will play another game with her and the coat hanger. I’m scared I will hurt her.
What have I done? I just brought her into Hell with me… again. Heaven help us all.