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I watched Justin with a chuckle, as he replicated his trampoline moves from his Company performance from tour right in front of me, as if I didn’t see it a million times already.
“Ooo, and then I did a flip thing, watch babe, like this!” Justin said with excitement as he jumped a few times in place to gain momentum before swinging his legs up above his head, landing a perfect backflip.
Justin had just gotten done with his American leg of the Purpose Tour, and my parents invited him over for dinner so he could share all of his stories and experiences he had while being on the road for months at a time with them. Dinner was done, and Justin encouraged me to go out to the trampoline that was in my backyard with him so he could show me his moves, again.
But, I didn’t mind it. I actually loved it.
I loved seeing him excited when he talked about the things he loved the most, and I loved watching the dedication and passion that whirled in his eyes as he did so. Seeing him so excited as he recited one of the dances he worked so hard on for tour made me happy. He made me happy.
I stared at him in awe as he still continued to do his trampoline routine, but he cut me out of my trance when he jumped and landed on his back right in front of me, making me flinch.
“You’re so cute, did you know that?” I asked him, with a smile on my face. His breathing was uneven, and he leaned up on his elbow as he faced me. A smile spread over his lips and all I wanted right then and there was him.
I reached my hand out and ran my fingers through his hair, which was much shorter than what I was used to. Justin took that as an opportunity to pull my hand, making me land on top of him, “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him, taking in his scent as I did so, “I’ve missed you,” I repeated.
“You know what I’ve missed more, though?” Justin asked with a smirk, and by the look of that smirk I knew what his answer was going to be, I rolled my eyes as he answered his own question, “Sex.”
I rolled over, making my body meet with the trampoline once again, “Of course you did.”
Justin rolled over and placed each hand firmly on either side of my head, his face hovering directly over mine making my breath get caught in my throat due to his smooth move, “How could you blame me though? I have a hot ass girlfriend, who I have hot ass sex with.”
I let out a laugh because he wasn’t lying. My mind flashed back to all of the different times that we had sex, and where we’ve had sex. All of the memories replaying in my head made me crave him.
I leaned up to press my lips to Justin, but the sound of my family bursting out into a fit of laughter from inside of the house made me roll my eyes in annoyance, welp there goes that idea.
Justin, however, didn’t seem bothered that my parents and siblings were only just inside the house because he attacked my neck with wet kisses anyway, “We’ve never had trampoline sex,” Justin rasped into my ear, sending chills down my spine.
“What if my parents or sisters walk out?” I groaned.
“They won’t,” Justin smiled, “And if they do, then, well, they get a free show.”
I swatted his arm and he chuckled, “C’mon babe,” he pleaded. His face found the crook of my neck, where he sucked lightly and then kissing the same spot making me moan softly.
“We have to make it quick,” I sighed, giving in.
“I can do that,” Justin smiled excitedly, making me chuckle.
Justin wasted no time whatsoever. He left a trail of kisses down my neck and stopped when my shirt got in the way, he lifted it over my head leaving me in just my bra. His hand trailed down my body as he continued kissing every inch of my body, making me impatient.
“Babe,” I moaned, running my fingers through his hair. Justin smirked at me, before sliding my shorts down my legs, taking my underwear down with them.
He lowered his head as he kissed down my body, lingering at my inner thighs making me want him even more than before, “Damn, baby. You’re so wet,” his voice was low and husky.
He pressed his fingers to my clit, making me let out another moan and without no warning, he shoved two of his fingers inside of me, pumping them in and out slowly. As he did that, his tongue worked magic on my clit making the all too familiar knot in my stomach rise, “Justin-” I moaned loudly, not even thinking if my parents or siblings were going to hear me.
“Cum for me, baby girl,” Justin said as his fingers moved faster in and out of me, curling at such a perfect angle to where his fingers brushed against my g-spot continuously, making my legs shake.
I felt myself release onto his fingers, and when I did he sucked them clean before coming up to my face and kissing my lips, letting me taste myself. I was getting impatient, though. I wanted him inside of me.
I pulled at the hem of his basketball shorts and Justin let out a chuckle, “Somebody is impatient.”
“Fuck me already,” I pleaded, pulling his face down to mine and kissing his lips again.
Justin pulled his shorts down low enough for his bulge to be freed from the restraints his underwear was and shorts were putting on it. He kissed down my neck and slowly slid himself into me, making me moan out. I definitely forgot how big he was.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He moaned.
He pumped in and out of me slowly, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scratched at his back as he hit deeper and deeper regions of me, places he’s never reached before. The friction his dick was creating on my inner walls drove me insane, and the slow pace he was going drove me even more insane.
“Faster,” I moaned.
Justin obeyed, speeding up his thrusts.
The trampoline bounced from Justin’s movements, which made his thrusts deeper than he was intending to. But, neither of us minded. He groaned when I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, “Babe,” Justin groaned, “When you’re close, tell me.”
I nodded, unable to speak because if I did nothing but a chain of moans would escape my mouth and my parents would definitely know we were up to something.
Justin picked up his pace, my hands roaming his body. Justin ducked his head back into the crook of neck, and I took that as an opportunity to kiss his neck, leaving small bruises.
His left hand stayed firmly on the trampoline, holding him up to support him and his thrusts while the other hand found its way under my bra, flicking at my erected nipples.
I let out another moan causing me to close my eyes in pure pleasure, and I felt my walls tighten around Justin’s length which was deep in me. Justin let out a throaty groan as I whispered, “Babe, I’m gonna-”
“Look at me, baby girl,” Justin moaned, “I’m so close, oh my god.”
I opened my eyes and Justin was staring at me intently, his thrusts falling sloppy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his torso.
I came first, for the second time that night. My walls squeezed tightly around Justin, and when they did I felt him twitch inside of me.
Justin, unable to hold it in any longer, let out a loud moan as he continued to ride out both of our orgasms. We both came down from our highs out of breath, and Justin lowered his head into the valley between my breasts, “I’ve missed fucking you.”
I let out a chuckle and wiped at the sweat that built up on Justin’s hairline, Justin kissed my lips softly, but forcefully all at the same time, “I love you,” He smiled.
“I love you, too,” I replied, pressing my lips to his one last time, “But, we should probably get inside before my parents start questioning us.”
Justin laughed, “We probably should.”
We both quickly put our clothes on and jumped out of the trampoline, making our way to the house.
“Wait, babe,” Justin called out.
I turned around in confusion and Justin smirked, “If you don’t want them to know that we just fucked on the trampoline, try walking straight.”
I slapped Justin’s arm and he laughed, “Hey, I can’t help it that my stroke game is perfected.”
I rolled my eyes with a chuckle before interlocking mine and Justin’s fingers and walking into the house with a new spot to check off of Justin and I’s sex list: the trampoline.
I think like an American. In a way that a lot of you guys who were born here probably don’t notice, for me, it’s explained through baseball. You teach the kids in this country baseball. Baseball is very important. In baseball, hit three out of ten and you’re a star, you’re a Hall of Famer. So the idea to swing and miss, there’s no disgrace connected to swing and miss. None. I watch my own son in Little League. The ball is sitting there on a T in T-Ball. You swing and you miss? Nevermind! Try again! And that gets into your head. I appreciate that type of thought. And also, if you fuck up, go again! Go again until it’s your turn to sit down.
Craig Ferguson, who became a naturalized “American On Purpose” in 2008 (x)
The desert is magical at night, and, with the instincts of a bikini girl in a slasher movie, I turned off the interstate and headed out into the wilderness for about five miles. Then I stopped the Jeep on the lonely dirt road and listened to the silence. I got out and walked away from the car and looked up at the intense blackness of the night sky, and the tininess of myself against the enormity of the universe had never been more obvious, even on acid.
An inexplicable bolt of terror shot through my system. Then I remembered what Rock and Roll Susie had said, that fear might be God’s way of saying, “Pay attention, this could be fun,” and I said aloud to whoever was out there, even if it was only me:
“Between safety and adventure, I choose adventure.”
‘I love you, but I won’t watch you kill yourself. I have to leave you.’
I totally understood. I would have left me if I could.
After she had gone, I went for a walk on the lonely Walberswick marshes outside the village. Out there I did something I hadn’t done since I was a farty wee schoolboy in the miserable damp town church. I prayed. I asked the God I still don’t really understand and have trouble believing in to help me- to either kill me or change me.
I had become something I despised, and I couldn’t break of whatever spell had been cast. I was an inmate in a prison of my own construction. I told Him I was willing to go to any length to get out.