Justin and Andi had been dating for about a year. They had originally met on a double date where Andi had been set up with a friend of Justin's while he was dating her college roommate, Jennifer.
Jennifer had never really made the cut from roommate to friend, but after a difficult breakup that had kept Andi irritable and grouchy for months, she was really trying to get relief as much as find Andi Mr. Right. That night the two couples had gone to dinner and out for drinks, during which Andi could not take her eyes off of Justin. She had no interest in her own date. And while she tried to keep her interest hidden out of respect for Jennifer and Justin's relationship, she couldn't lie and say she was upset when she heard several months later that the two had split after Jennifer had moved out on her own.
Justin was 6'4" and had short black wavy hair and gray eyes. That, paired with the square jaw and intimidating, large build made him so attractive to her. Andi had always been shy, quiet, reserved, but her breakup had brought about a change in her that made her frustrated with always being the good girl and left her wondering what things could be like if she wasn't.
Andi was hardly a head-turner. She had long, thick, blonde hair with fair skin, freckles and dark brown eyes. She had a round face, and at a size 18, tended toward clothes that were large and shapeless to hide behind. However, if anyone bothered to look much more closely, they'd notice her shapely curves, muscular legs, and beautiful smile that she kept to herself most of the time.
Her chance came one day about two years later when she ran into Justin at a local pub. A little inebriated, Andi was feeling pretty brave and flirted openly with Justin for the majority of the night. However, when he tried to make a move, Andi's 'good girl' side came out and she shut him down quickly. She did slip him her number, however.
After a few very tame dates with no misbehaving whatsoever, a bad day at work pushed her buttons, and the two found themselves sinking shots early into the morning. After making sure Andi got to her front door ok, Justin turned to leave, used now to being shot down when trying anything.
Frustrated herself, Andi shouted, "damn it, Justin!" He looked at her in surprise. "Why don't you kiss me already?" she shouted.
Walking slowly back to the stoop, Justin answered, "because you've never allowed anything like that."
"Don't you like me at all?" she said angrily.
"Of course I do! Do you really think I'd endure all this good behavior if I didn't? I am a man, after all!" he responded.
Giving him a saucy look and a smirk, she retorted, "so if you want one, take it!"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But you've always stopped me before and said that I should respect you and your boundaries and that you're a good girl," he reminded her.
She sighed. Wobbling and clearly drunk, she said with slurred speech, "damn it Justin, I am so sick of always being the good girl. I always do everything right, I never do anything that I wouldn't want my dad knowing about, I always worry about what everybody thinks of me, and I'm exhausted from doing it. Why can't I do what I want and still be respected?"
While her speech was sincere, he couldn't help noticing her breasts as a button had been undone sometime in all the shots and pool they had partaken in that evening.
He refocused himself on her face and said, "Andi, are you happy doing all of that? Putting up this front all the time? Don't you ever want to do things you wouldn't normally?"
"Of course!" she said loudly. "You don't think I want to be bad sometimes? But I can't. I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but never let myself. The first time I met you on that double date I wanted you."
He couldn't believe it. "Really?" he said. "I'm flattered, but I would've never known. I thought you were so mysterious and attractive. How come you never acted on it?"
"Because it would have been wrong....like pretty much everything else I want to do..." she said with another sigh, hanging her head.
Something about her vulnerability touched him deeply and he had an urge to immediately comfort and protect her. Before he had time to talk himself out of it, he tilted her chin upwards and kissed her gently. Their reaction was mutual and immediate.
The intensity and passion was undeniable and she kissed him like it was her last chance to ever kiss again. He couldn't believe how tightly she held him, and he couldn't believe how the feel of her lips and touch and tongue drew him in with such force. After a minute or two, they both backed away from each other, obviously in shock at what had just happened. He just knew he had crossed the line and she was about to tell him to leave, probably for good.
"I'm so sorry....I....I'm not sure what happened," he stuttered. "Please don't be mad."
She looked at him and he saw her face change from anger to confusion to curiosity to something he couldn't identify. She raised her eyebrow, smirked, put her hands on her hips, and in her drunken spunk she said, "I can't be mad, it wasn't my fault. I was behaving and you did it."
"Oh, so if you aren't the initiator and are just responding to the advances of someone else, you're still the good girl?" he asked. A slow smile spread across his face.
"I'm thinking so," she said.
And that was that. He attacked her with such force he slammed her up against the front door, kissing with such intensity they both got a head rush in the passion of the situation. She was pulling on his 6'4" frame so hard he felt he might fall into her. She was straining to reach him so she could taste every part of his mouth.
Somehow they managed to get the door open and stumbled into the apartment, kissing with groping ravenously. They fell onto the couch, Justin on top, and they slowed down, using their tongues to explore every part of one another's mouth, lips, tongue. Justin could smell the perfume, sweat, and cigarette smoke of the bar on her neck....it was strangely alluring. He began licking and softly kissing her neck and ear, which immediately brought a low moan from Andi's throat as she arched her head back to give him more access. He whispered in her ear, "you're gorgeous and I want to taste every inch of your body". She sighed deeply.
He started to kiss down her collar bone when she started to push back against him.
"Justin, we...I...shouldn't..." she trailed off. Now that he knew her secret, he knew exactly how to handle it. He knew he had the upper hand. He raised up, allowing her to sit up slightly. Looking in her eyes, he say how they betrayed her words. She wanted him. She just didn't want to give in to herself. He knew he had her. With no warning, he slammed her back down onto the couch and got right in her face.
"Look at me," he told her. "You're not in control here. I am. Do you want to disappoint me? Do you want me to think you're a bad girl?"
He could tell from the look on her face that he had gotten to the heart of the matter and had her undivided attention. He leered at her before ripping her shirt open, ripping a couple of buttons loose.
"You are so sexy drunk," he said, laughing. She glared at him. Before he even thought twice, he had his hand wrapped around her neck and clearly scared her. He was surprised at how aggressive he could be. He'd never really been like this before.
"I will wipe that glare right off your face," he told her.
Her face fell. "I'm sorry," she said.
