JC is passed out beside me in some random hotel room. We went out last night… this morning… whatever and ended up going to bed with each other. Again.
I still haven’t been able to sleep. Jesus, it’s been over a week now. I slowly creep out of bed and into a pair of jeans. No shirt since I already know where I’m going. Slip a hat on since I’m too fucking tired to do my hair. Leave the room quickly, remembering to never look back. No attachments thing again.
Head down the hall and knock on one of the doors while yawning. Yuck… I burped up dinner.
Knock, knock.
Almost immediately the door swings open with Britney standing on the other side, “Justin?” Her smile fades when she sees me. I shake my head and help myself in. She closes the door after me and follows me further into the room. She bites her lip, “I thought you were with JC?”
“Nah.” I lie, “He found some chick to fuck around with.”
She nods her head. I don’t know if she bought the lie or not but I really don’t care. I walk over to her and pull her towards me, grinding my hips into her. Fuck, I’m freaking horney.
She forces herself onto me, quickly working on getting my pants off. Good thing she’s hardly dressed… much easier to slip panties off than pants.
On the bed, naked. Already pounding into her. Moans of pleasure coming from both of us. Her fingers tickle the back of my neck. I can already feeling myself go weak. And I’m the verge of release when… she whispers my name huskily and proceeds to suck on my ear.
I open my eyes, fearful of the sight I may see. Pounding harder and harder. Her pleasure turns into pain.
Gennie orgasmed beneath me and stared directly into my eyes. I close my eyes and shake me head. No, this isn’t real. I open my eyes again. My breathing has doubled and I complete stop moving. She sits up in bed and looks at me with concern. She touches the side of my face lightly. I can’t stop shaking, “Where’s Britney?”
“What? I am Britney.” Gennie leaned into me, kissing the bottom of my chin, licking. Her fingers worked around my dick, pulling lightly, tugging.
I push her off me, “Gennie! I ain’t fucking around!”
“Wade! I’m not Gennie!” I jump back off the bed and quickly put on my pants. “Where are you going?”
I’m still shaking. I can’t stop long enough to button up my pants, so I just leave them open. I didn’t even realize I had started talking. I just wanted out and away. “No, no, no. You’re dead. Fucking dead! I saw you. Bleeding, crying, dying. You are dead!”
“Wade! Britney! I am Britney! What are you talking about?”
“Stop telling me lies!” I grab her neck and squeeze, listening to her gasp for air. She tries to say my name but I won’t let her. Her arms starting fighting back, punching my arms, slapping them. I couldn’t let go but her eyes… sad, scared. Just like that night she died. I let go and backed away.
Britney kicked at me, grabbing her neck and forcing air back into her lungs. “Britney?” I run from the room, not knowing what just happened. I run back to my room. JC is sound asleep… but not for long. I slam the door and race towards the bed. He sits up and glares at me for awhile.
“What happened to you?”
I swallow hard, wiping the sweat from my brow, “Gennie’s in the hotel. She’s back.”