My First Shower

Okay, let me just give you the scene here before I start: You're 15. You're at a school dance in the Smith Gym. Music is pounding, it's sort of dark and balloons are everywhere. Pink balloons. It's the Valentine's Day Dance. Okay sit back and relax.

I saw Justin from across the dance floor. He was sort of standing by himself because his stalker, Caryn, had gone to get herself something to drink. Dancing like a ho must be tiring, I thought ruefully. Anyway this was my chance and I was going to take it. Even if nothing happens, at least I'll know.

I walked by Justin, hoping he would notice me. His strong arms reached out just as I was going by and wound themselves around my waist. He pulled me to him. With my back to his chest and his arm around my chest, I held very still. I knew I had to watch myself so I didn't cross the wrong line. For all I knew this was a joke or a dare, though I prayed not.

"Having fun?", he asked in my ear, his voice low and husky over the sound of the music.

"Yes", I responded cautiously, then feeling bolder said, "Are you having fun?" I used my normal voice, not the high flirtatious one the other girls used around him. Still, those four little words were so loaded, I could almost here them click one by one into the gun. His gun apparently, as I felt a slight nudge against my lower back.

He didn't say anything, so I turned in his arms to look at him. I loved to look at him. He was beauty personified. Milk chocolate skin, darker then mine, and black eyes that seemed to suck you in just at the moment you really need your brain.

In the process of turning I caught a murderous glare from Caryn who looked about ready to cut me. She was frozen all the way on the other side of the gym, not sure what to do. But I wasn't thinking about her. I was more concerned about the fact that I was suddenly dizzy with Justin's eyes boring into mine. Oh, Right. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Justin leaned down to whisper in my ear once more, answering my forgotten question, "Am now". My insides turned to mush but somehow my instincts were still intact because in the next moment my hands were on his chest, his shoulders, his neck. There goes the uncrossable line, I thought to myself, feeling sort of high. His lips skimmed from my ear to the corner of my mouth, with me trembling in his capable hands. He lingered at the corner of my mouth until he kissed it softly. I moaned quietly against him. Why was everything he did so darn sexy! It wasn't fair!

From the corner of my eye I could see Caryn was making her way towards us now. Apparently this had gone on far enough and I knew it was now or never. My arms were linked around his neck and it only took the slight movement of my head and his lips were on mine. The kiss was short, tender, and absolutely perfect.

We parted slowly, my mind completely blank. We were moving then. I vaguely noticed we were headed downstairs, towards the wrestling room and the weight room. I was so dazed I missed everything up until my back was hard against the stone wall of the weight room and my feet six inches off the ground. Through the buzz in my head I noted that through the window of the blue weight room door, no one was in the wrestling room. Usually there were a few burnouts who wanted to smoke down here but not tonight. We were alone, just me and Justin in this warm little room. Oh, God.

And suddenly everything caught up to me. Justin was kissing me. He wanted me. This revelation filled me with such delicious power that I pushed him off me. He was bewildered at first but more willing when I guided him to a weight lifting bench and sat him down. I pulled his grey T-shirt up over his head and he immediately reached for his silver belt buckle. I put my hand on his, gently halting his actions.

"I want to save something for later."

He just grinned, liking that idea a lot.I smiled at him and slowly unbuttoned my polo and then very slowly took it off. I reached behind me, taking my time, and unhooked my bra. I held it to myself for a second, then let it fall, joining my shirt in a puddle at my feet. He gazed at me appreciatively, his eyes slightly glazed over from my little strip tease. I straddled him, pressing my warm center to his hardness. I tried and failed to stifle a moan, there was only the fabric of our jeans separating us and it felt amazing.

His hands traveled from my hips, to my ribs, to my breasts, lightly fanning my nipples to hardness with his thumbs. Sweet moon, I thought. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed friction. I started rocking on him, back and forth, and he moved with me. He held me steady, his hands gripping hard on my hips. I knew I would have bruises later, but that thought was lost in the bliss.

He rocked me against him faster and harder and God I was so close. "Oh, yes. Oh, God yes!", I moaned, getting loud. I felt it then. The tingling that started in my toes and exploded in my core. I buried my face into his neck and practically screamed my climax into his skin. Neither of us stopped moving. I milked him for all he was worth and came again as he did. Finally I stopped moving. He kissed me to quiet my whimpers from the after shock.

I sat in his arms for who knows how long before Justin shifted me in his lap.

"Am I too heavy", I asked, a little shy despite what we had just shared.

"Of course not, but the dance is almost over and your friends are probably looking for you." He bent down, holding me securely with one arm, while he grabbed my shirt and bra. He kissed each of my breasts and the valley between them before hooking my bra and slipping my shirt over my head for me. I got up off his lap awkwardly, unbalanced and weak from my orgasm. Of course I tripped and Justin had to catch me before my head could bash into the rack of weights next to us. After he righted me I grinned sheepishly at my clumsiness, but he just smiled and kissed my cheek before quickly putting his shirt back on.

We both noticed at the Justine time the various white stains on the crotches of our jeans.

"Crap." We said together.

I looked at him and he looked at my cleavage. I'd forgotten to button my polo. I thought about closing it, but then decided I like it better open.

Apparently Justin did, too. Still looking at my chest he said, "I've got some extra clothes in my locker."

"Okay.", I said. The way he was staring at me had me burning. He stared at my chest for a second longer before grabbing my hand and towing me towards the boys locker room. He checked to make sure no one was in there before leading me to his locker. He opened it and pulled out a pair of jeans and some sweatpants. He handed the sweatpants to me and without a smiget of modesty, stripped down to his boxers and put the spare jeans on, leaving me quite frankly, dumbfounded. I had good reason, too.

Justin Tanner had the most gorgeous man legs I had ever seen. Period.

When he was done he looked at me, probably wondering why I wasn't changing. "I can turn around if you want." He said, nothing but concern in his voice. He'd just seen me half naked and was offering to turn around while I changed pants?!

"No. It's okay. You can watch."

I flicked the button of my jeans through the hole easily and slid the zipper down. I made a show of taking the jeans off. I did it extremely slow, rubbing the new exposed areas as my jeans got lower. I pushed the fabric lower while caressing my calves. I kicked them off when I was finished teasing and grabbing the sweatpants. I slid those on slowly, too, just to make it a little harder for him. When I was done I turned to face him and the look on his face made me freeze.

Quite suddenly I was pressed against the cold metal of the blue lockers and my legs had somehow wound around his waist. He crushed my lips with his and I held on to his neck for dear life. I grinded my hips on his and moaned in time to his heavy breathing. One of his hand were gripping me, holding me up while the other was in my hair, on my face. Great more bruises, I thought. But I didn't really care.

We could have stayed like that forever, but I broke his kiss. "Some one's coming!", I whispered. I heard faint but definite foot steps coming closer. "I don't care.", he whispered back roughly. And really, neither did I, that is until that unmistakable voice called out from the wrestling room, "Justin? Are you in here?".

Justin muttered a curse word and, with me still attached to his waist, he moved behind the first row of blue lockers just as Caryn opened the door.

She stepped into the locker room and immediately noticed my jeans lying on the floor. She didn't know they were mine, she just knew they were girl's jeans. "Crap", I mouthed as she picked them up. She looked on the inside and I looked to Justin, panicking because I knew that the bold letters my mom had printed two summers ago had not faded. On impulse I shoved him from where we were hidden behind the row of lockers and into Caryn's field of sight.

He stumbled, but played it off and even managed to look surprised to see her there in his row. "Oh, Hey Caryn." He said coolly. He busied himself by opening his locker again and rummaging around in it, as if he were looking for something. "Hey", she said, confused for a second, then getting a hold of herself she was about to say something, but she noticed the sweat on his face and neck. "Why are you so wet?", she asked in her annoyingly high voice.

"Oh, I just got out the shower", he lied, nodding his head in the general direction of the showers in the back. Inspiration hit with his lie and I stifled a giggle. Stepping quietly to the locker room sinks I turned the hot water faucet on, holding my hand under the nozzle so it wouldn't make noise.

"Really?", I heard her say. Then, "Wait, why were you taking a shower?"

"Some girl spilled her drink all over me. I didn't really have a choice.", Justin answered. Caryn stepped closer to him, smiling coyly, "Well you could have found me. I might have joined you."

"I know.", then changing the subject before she jumped him he said, "Hey what's with the jeans?"

From my hiding place I watched her expression change. She sneered. "They're that skank Jane from our PE class. She probably forgot them here after she gave the janitor his weekly screw." Caryn had the nerve to look disgusted, that brat.

"Hmmm.", Justin hmmed. This was obviously not the reaction she was looking for. She raised her eyebrows. "That's weird."

"What's weird?", she asked, annoyed.

"Nothing, I just never heard of her screwing the janitor. Actually I heard she was doing some one else…". He trailed off, probably wondering if his lies were offending me.

When Justin didn't immediately give her a name she said, "Well who is she screwing then?"

I chose that moment to step out from behind the lockers. My hair was wet and I wasn't wearing the sweatpants Justin had given me. I pretended not to notice Caryn and spoke only to Justin, "Baby, where'd you throw my jeans?…". I pretended to just realize we were not alone and jumped slightly at the surprise. I stepped behind Justin and trying to sound embarrassed said, "Oh. Caryn. You found my jeans."

"Yeah she said she found them over there by the door.", Justin said playing along.

"How the heck did my jeans get from the showers to the door?!"

"Well, in the heat of the moment-", Justin began.

"Never mind,", I interrupted, much to Justin's amusement, "you can spare Caryn the details."

He turned to her, "So, uh, where you looking for Bobby? I think I saw him upstairs." Justin didn't even bother to hid that he wanted her gone.

Caryn slunk away like a wounded animal , leaving my jeans on the wood bench and we were alone again.

For a second we both just grinned at each other. Then he pulled me into his chest and said, "I didn't know you were such an amazing actress."

"Me either. But I bet she's planning something really horrible to do to me for revenge.", I shuddered to think of what her evil little mind could cook up.

"Probably. But, I'll be here to protect you. Always."

We started up the stairs to the gym, touching and tasting along the way. When we finally got to the top we saw we were the one of the last people to leave. We exited the gym into the cool night air, hand in hand.

Author's Note

K so seeing as this is my first lemon please no flames J. Please review so I can improve or you can review just because you are an awesome person!