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"  It took a good night&amp;#039;s sleep and two cups of coffee for me to fully come to terms with my little rendezvous with Justin (oh, and in case you&amp;#039;re wondering, the spray tan didn&amp;#039;t fare so well). This is the conclusion I arrived at: It was a fluke hook up, and while I would not pursue it again, I would consider it if Justin booty-texted me, which seemed unlikely to happen.  I went for a run since I knew I was going to be eating/drinking a lot\u2014at 10 a.m., I could already hear the roof deck parties starting up. I showered, fixed my tan with lots of exfoliating and blending with a cheap drugstore self-tanner, and headed out to meet Ashley and Nina for brunch.  &amp;quot;Why do you look like you just ate the canary?&amp;quot; Ashley asked as I slid into the booth across from them.  &amp;quot;And what is going on with your legs?&amp;quot; Nina added. I looked down. My knees were like three shades darker than my calves. This was not the look I wanted.  &amp;quot;I can answer both of your questions in five words.&amp;quot; I paused dramatically. &amp;quot;I hooked up with Justin last night.&amp;quot;  Nina counted on her fingers. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s seven words.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; I rolled my eyes at her.  &amp;quot;Wait,&amp;quot; Ashley said, sharply. &amp;quot;I thought he was back together with his ex.&amp;quot;  I shrugged. &amp;quot;He says they&amp;#039;re &amp;#039;seeing where things go,&amp;#039; but she&amp;#039;s not his girlfriend.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;And you believe him?&amp;quot; Ashley&amp;#039;s voice pitched sharply.  &amp;quot;Maybe.&amp;quot; I shrugged again. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just not really a concern of mine.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;How can it not really be a concern of yours after you&amp;#039;ve been that girl who&amp;#039;s been cheated on?&amp;quot; Ashley demanded, referring to my college ex Eric, and the not-confirmed-but-we-all-know-they&amp;#039;re-true allegations against Peter.  &amp;quot;Ash, it&amp;#039;s been a little over a month since we broke up. Logistically it doesn&amp;#039;t really make sense that they could be in a full blown relationship after such a short period of time.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s possible,&amp;quot; Ashley said.  &amp;quot;Yeah, it&amp;#039;s possible.&amp;quot; I took a sip of my water. &amp;quot;I guess I just don&amp;#039;t care.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; Ashley spat. &amp;quot;Nice.&amp;quot;  I glared at her. &amp;quot;Why are you coming to the defense of someone you don&amp;#039;t even know?&amp;quot;  Ashley shook her head and laughed, bitterly. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re missing the point. I don&amp;#039;t care about her\u2014I care about you. You&amp;#039;re better than that.&amp;quot;  Now I laughed, sarcastically. &amp;quot;What are you, the morality police? That&amp;#039;s rich, coming from you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What does&amp;quot;\u2014  Nina jumped in before Ashley could finish. &amp;quot;Time out, time out!&amp;quot; She slammed her water glass on the table so hard both Ashley and I jumped. &amp;quot;It is the goddamn 4th of July and it&amp;#039;s just un-American for friends to be fighting like this.&amp;quot; She turned to Ashley. &amp;quot;You may not like what Josie did, but you don&amp;#039;t get to judge her.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, like you two didn&amp;#039;t judge me when I dated Luke?&amp;#039; Ashley shot back.  &amp;quot;Yes, and we were wrong to do that and remember how shitty that made you feel,&amp;quot; Nina pointed out. That shut Ashley up.  &amp;quot;And you,&amp;quot; Nina turned to me. &amp;quot;No bringing up the past that&amp;#039;s already been buried. It&amp;#039;s not fair.&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;m assuming that was in reference to my, &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s rich&amp;quot; comment.  &amp;quot;Fine,&amp;quot; I said. Nina and I both looked at Ashley.  &amp;quot;Fine,&amp;quot; she said, pursing her lips. &amp;quot;Can we just order? I&amp;#039;m starving.&amp;quot;  Brunch was awkward, but Nina tried her darndest to pretend like all was merry. Just when I thought Ashley and I were getting back to where we used to be, this had to happen.  We headed to our college friends&amp;#039; party but Nina and I only stayed an hour. Nina wanted to get to Brad&amp;#039;s and Ashley wanted to stay, so I gladly volunteered to head over to Brad&amp;#039;s with Nina.  &amp;quot;What the hell was that all about?&amp;quot; I asked in the cab ride over to Brad&amp;#039;s, once Nina and I were finally alone.  Nina shook her head. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not getting in the middle of you two again. Figure it out for yourselves.&amp;quot; Okay, then!  Brad&amp;#039;s party was just getting going when we arrived. I spotted Kevin in the corner by the keg, pumping a stream of beer into some guy&amp;#039;s solo cup.  &amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; I said, walking up to him.  Kevin looked surprised to see me. And did I detect a hint of disappointment in his eyes? &amp;quot;Oh,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Hey, Josie.&amp;quot; He nudged his friend. &amp;quot;This is Adam.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hey Adam,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;So you&amp;#039;re Kevin&amp;#039;s reality TV girlfriend?&amp;quot; he asked, looking me up and down in such a studied way I blushed.  &amp;quot;Love interest,&amp;quot; I corrected.  &amp;quot;I see.&amp;quot; He took a sip of his beer and said (very snippily I might add), &amp;quot;Whatever you do, don&amp;#039;t wear white on camera.&amp;quot; He puffed his cheeks out, the universal porker sign, and stalked off.  Ugh! I turned to Kevin, outraged. &amp;quot;What the hell?!&amp;quot;  Kevin shook his head. &amp;quot;Excuse him. He&amp;#039;s an actor and wanted on this show badly.&amp;quot; He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, &amp;quot;I think he&amp;#039;s a little bit bitter.&amp;quot;  I was not going to let what Adam said\u2014or my little tiff with Ashley\u2014ruin my good time. It was a fun crowd, and a few hours into the party, I was definitely enjoying myself. I was chatting with Nina and Brad when I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my American jorts (a huge hit BTW). I pulled out my phone and gasped.  &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Nina demanded.  Brad had turned to talk to someone else, so I showed her my phone. It was a pic message of my building, with the message, &amp;quot;In your hood this time. You around?&amp;quot; It was from Justin.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re going to go, aren&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot; Nina asked.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m buzzed and horny. Of course I&amp;#039;m going to go.&amp;quot;  Nina put her hands on my shoulders. &amp;quot;You know this is a recipe for disaster.&amp;quot;  I put my hands on top of hers and squeezed. &amp;quot;I know.&amp;quot;  I made a pit stop in the bathroom before I left so I&amp;#039;d be ready and raring to go by the time I met up with Justin. There was a line, so I ducked into one of the bedrooms, hoping it would have a bathroom attached to it. I was in luck! I pushed the door open and gasped again. Kevin and Adam were inside, mid-make out.  &amp;quot;Ohmigod.&amp;quot; I covered my mouth with my hand. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m so sorry, I&amp;quot;\u2014  &amp;quot;Get out!&amp;quot; Adam shrieked, dramatically. Yup, definitely gay!  In the cab ride back to my apartment, I realized that all the pieces fell into place\u2014how Kevin seemed so asexual, the nasty comment his boyfriend or whatever Adam was to him had made to me. It all made sense. I sent Kevin a text, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t care. TRUST me, I have my own skeletons in the closet. Let&amp;#039;s talk this weekend?&amp;quot;  I saw the little dots that indicated Kevin was responding, but I didn&amp;#039;t get a chance to read what he wrote. Because suddenly we were on my street and Justin was opening my door for me, thrusting a twenty at the cab driver, and practically pulling me upstairs.  Justin didn&amp;#039;t even give me a moment to turn on my AC. The second we walked in the door, he swept all the contents off my entry way table (&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; I protested. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t talk,&amp;quot; Justin said, all dom and reprimanding. So hot.). He pushed my jorts off and propped me up on the edge of the table, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing into me with so much force I yelped. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me. Halfway through he picked me up and carried me to the window ledge. Any one walking on the street below us would just have to look up a few floors to see my back pressed against the window, Justin driving into me at a furious pace.  After we finished and were pulling our clothes back on, Justin said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m supposed to go to this party now. But, um, what&amp;#039;s your plan?&amp;quot;  I went to check my watch, realized I didn&amp;#039;t have one on, and looked at the clock on the cable box instead. It was 8 p.m. &amp;quot;I have somewhere to be,&amp;quot; I lied.  &amp;quot;Where?&amp;quot; Justin asked. He almost looked angry.  I smiled and gave him a kiss. &amp;quot;None of your beeswax.&amp;quot;  I didn&amp;#039;t have anywhere to be except my couch, watching the fireworks from my window in the ice cold AC, maybe enjoying a post-coital glass of ros\u00E9 like the sophisticate I am, but Justin was so easy to play (so easy\u2014why didn&amp;#039;t I realize this when we were together?), that I couldn&amp;#039;t let the opportunity to make him jealous pass me by.  &amp;quot;Want me to come over later?&amp;quot; Justin asked.  I made a big show of considering his offer before finally saying, &amp;quot;You know, I don&amp;#039;t think it&amp;#039;s a good idea.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Are you going to be with that guy?&amp;quot; he demanded.  &amp;quot;Are you going to be with Adrienne?&amp;quot; Justin had no response to that.  I walked Justin out this time, pausing at my doorway to give him a kiss goodbye. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll see you,&amp;quot; I said, in one of those breathy-whispers sexy movie stars use. Someone (me) was feeling coooocky. Justin had always been the one to call the shots when we were together, and I was enjoying the fact that the tables were turned. How long it will last before it all blows up in my face I&amp;#039;m not sure. But until then, I&amp;#039;m going to savor every awesome, orgasmic moment. Want more from Josie? Follow her on Twitter @BedroomBlog "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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