Looking Through the Lens By Ryan Sylander Online at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ryansylander/www/ http://storiesonline.net/auth/Ryan_Sylander http://www.ewpub.org/scripts2/libraryframes.php?auth=6347 Chapter 3 Sleep took a long time to come to me that night. Having my new relationship with Julie suddenly thrust into the open seemed to make it more serious. I started thinking about some things which hadn’t really crossed my mind. In less than a week, we were leaving for home. There was a good chance that I wouldn’t see Julie until next summer. Neither of us drove, obviously, and even if we did, it was a five-hour trip each way, on the best traffic day. In years past, Beth and Hans had come up to our place for Christmas, since they could get in some skiing that way. But it was unlikely Julie’s mom would let her be away for three weeks, Christmas or not. If she would even let her come at all. Julie’s mother and father used to be friends with my aunt and uncle, as well as my parents. When her parents divorced five years ago, her dad moved to Florida with another woman. Her mom had had a difficult time since then, basically shutting everyone out of her life. The few times I had seen her over the last few summers, I could see why Julie was over my aunt’s house most of the time we were there. Her mother was seriously depressed. I doubted that Julie’s mom would want to come up and spend Christmas with us. At the same time, I wondered what my relationship with Julie actually was. Were we just fooling around, or did she have more long term ideas in mind? To be honest, I didn’t know what I wanted. I had fooled around with a couple of girls back home, but those episodes were related to alcohol and party games like spin the bottle, and after a few times they were pretty meaningless. Fun, yes, but I realized there was no expectation or offer of anything further implicit in those hookups. But it was different with Julie. Apparently she was attracted to me, even though I still couldn’t believe that last summer she had been interested in me. Regardless, we had not kissed because of the direction a coke bottle was pointing. I was certainly attracted to her, and if not for my obsession with the girl at the pier, I probably would have noticed her flirting sooner, and maybe have done something about it sooner, too. And what of the pier girl? I had had three days to get her out of my system, so I no longer was depressed about the situation, particularly with the fun time I was having with Julie. But part of me wondered why I still felt such a longing to fish with her again. I had no answer for that as I drifted off into sleep. ----- I woke up late, feeling hands wrapped around my neck. I opened my eyes groggily, only to see the room empty. I thought my shirt had gotten twisted around, but when I pulled at the cloth around my neck, I was startled to see Julie’s bathing suit top. For a second I wondered if it was a prank, but then I remembered I had stashed it under my pillow the day before. Somehow in the night it had worked its way out, and around my neck. I looked at my door, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was wide open. Although no one would have seen it unless they actually came in, the room I slept in was Beth’s office and art room, and it was possible she had come in to get something. Or either of my parents could have come to peek in on me. I thought I had closed my door the night before, but I wasn’t sure. A sinking feeling spread through my chest. Great, another embarrassing day, I thought. I got up, replaced the suit under my pillow, and put on my shorts. When I walked out into the kitchen, I knew, as soon as I saw Melissa’s face. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she said brightly. “Morning, Mom,” I said evenly. She continued washing the dishes for a moment. I could just see the grin on her face, even though the back of her head. Finally she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “So, wild night last night?” she said. It seemed only yesterday that the pier girl had asked me something similar. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. Did she think Julie had snuck in last night and we had been fooling around? The sinking feeling was getting worse by the moment. I opened the fridge and stared at the light bulb. “Wild night?” I said, buying some time, while I thought of what I could possibly say to explain sleeping like that. “Either that or you are starting a new fashion trend.” Even though she didn’t turn to look at me, the grin was dripping off her words. Even the soap bubbles in the sink were grinning. For once, I thought the truth would actually serve me better here than anything I could make up. “Oh, so I guess you saw, then.” “Yeah. You looked cute.” “Well, it was on my bed from yesterday,” I said sheepishly. “Ah.” “Somehow it got, uh, tangled up,” I continued. She didn’t say anything. “While I was sleeping,” I said. “Mm hmm.” “Julie wasn’t here last night,” I added after a pause. “I know,” my Mom said, never looking at me. She did? When it seemed like Melissa wasn’t going to say anything else, I went about getting breakfast together, wondering if the rest of my life was going to be a series of red-faced events. ----- It felt like everyone in the house was looking at me differently today, but it was probably just my imagination. I was nervous about having to tell Julie about the events of last night. I also was feeling bad about how I had made her go out the window. Julie showed up as Lara and I were helping our parents make lunch. She came into the kitchen through the porch. I mustered up some courage, and gave her a quick, but firm, kiss. She was clearly a bit startled, and looked at me questioningly. I expected her to be surprised, considering my parents were right there watching and just the day before she was escaping through my window, but I didn’t offer any explanation. “How’s your arm?” I asked, in reply to her look. “Um, fine, it’s just a little red still.” She lifted her arm and showed me. The scrape was starting to heal up already. “I’m glad it wasn’t worse,” I said earnestly. “Want to help with lunch?” “Sure!” Every time I gave Julie a modest kiss while getting lunch together, she would give me a quizzical look. I just smiled back innocently. After eating, Julie and I went out to swim. Lara sensed our need to talk and she said she was going to read for a while and come out later. “So what was that all about?” asked Julie, as we settled into the water. The waves were low today, so we just floated out where it got deep. “What was all what about?” I asked. “You kissed me in front of your parents, and you were acting all different around them.” “Oh, that. Well, it turns out that I had a talk with them last night.” “And you told them that we are together?” “Not quite, they already knew that. We talked about how you were in my room before dinner.” “You told them that?” she asked again, a bit incredulous. “No, I didn’t tell them that either. They already knew that too.” “What!? How?” “They saw you jump out the window,” I said, unable to conceal my grin. Despite feeling shameful about it last night, it was a little funny now that it was out in the open. Julie stared at me for a full five seconds with her mouth hanging open. “Oh my god, I am so embarrassed!” she said, putting her hands in her face. “Don’t be, everything’s fine.” “Are you in trouble?” “No, they were cool about it. I think their main point was that if we needed to be sneaking around, then we weren’t ready for whatever we were hiding.” “Well, I offered to walk out with you,” she said defensively. “I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I shouldn’t have let you jump out the window and get hurt.” “It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” she said, examining the scrape. “Still, that wasn’t cool. I’m sorry. I thought at the time walking out with you would have been embarrassing,” I said honestly. “I don’t know why.” “I’m guessing last night’s talk was probably more embarrassing,” she said. “Yeah, I guess. But at the time, I didn’t know you were going to be seen.” “So you took the gamble,” she finished. “Exactly,” I said. “At your expense. I’m really sorry.” “Don’t worry about it,” she said, grinning at me. “Besides, it felt kind of naughty sneaking out your window. Like Romeo and Juliet.” “But the other way around.” “Yeah.” “Come hither, Juliet,” I said, taking her into my arms for a hug and kiss. “Mmm, that feels good,” she said. “Yeah. You know, we need to find a place to hang out that’s not my room. My parents didn’t really say anything about, you know, being alone in my room together, but I don’t know if I feel comfortable just going in there now whenever we want to spend some time alone. It’s like announcing to my family, ‘Hey, we are going to go make out now!’” “Well, my house is out. You know how my Mom is.” “Do you know any good spots where we can be alone? Back home there are many trails and streams where you can find some privacy.” “Really. How would you know?” she asked archly. “Um, I don’t know, I was just saying.” “Just saying, huh,” she said, with a disbelieving tone. “Here it’s all beach grass and sand, and private property,” I continued, ignoring her teasing. “I don’t know, you know the area better.” “I know a few spots that would be good,” she said with a grin. It was my turn to tease her. “Oh, so you know some spots? Something you are not telling me?” I said. I gave her a grin. For a second I thought I saw a strange look on her face. Maybe fear? But then she laughed and I wasn’t sure. “I was just saying,” she said, splashing me with water. I dived underwater and grabbed her waist, pulling her under, and we wrestled in the water for a few minutes, laughing and carrying on. When we finally stopped to catch our breath, we looked at each other for a long moment. She was smiling, and I looked at her radiant face. I mustered up some courage. “You’re pretty when you smile,” I said. Jeez, I thought, I sounded like a robot when I said it. “Thanks,” she squeaked. “I mean, you’re pretty when you don’t smile, too,” I added awkwardly. “I knew what you meant,” she said, with a shy smile. “So,” I said, now that the ice was broken, “you want to show me any of these places you mentioned?” “I will,” she said. “Like, now?” Her eyes flashed. “Really?” she said excitedly. “Yeah, c’mon.” I took her hand and we waded back to shore. After we put on our shirts, and Julie her shorts, we went into the house. I told our parents we were going to bike into town. Lara looked at Julie, giving her an impish grin. “Do you want to come too?” I asked Lara, since my Mom was right there. I figured that inviting Lara would make our trip ‘into town’ more innocent. “No, this book is getting good, so I’ll see you later.” I noticed Lara was on the first few pages of a new book, and smiled to myself. I mouthed a ‘thank-you’ to her, as we walked out the door. “So where are we going?” I asked, as we biked the road into town. “You’ll find out when we get there.” Soon we turned off the main road and headed towards the north shore. Julie led us down a few small roads I had never seen before. Finally she stopped by the side of the road and hopped off her bike. “Wait here,” she announced, and walked towards a house that sat on the beach. She went around back and disappeared for a few minutes. I wondered what was going on, but then I suddenly remembered her mentioning she was house-sitting. Julie popped out from behind the house and waved for me to come over. I looked around, and seeing no one, I picked up her bike and walked them over to where she was standing. “Is this the house you are sitting for?” I asked. “Yeah, my friend Becky and her family went away for a few weeks and they asked me to check in on their cats.” I had met Becky last summer, but wasn’t quite sure I would be allowed in her house when no one was home. “Do you think I should be here, though? What if someone sees us? I don’t want you to get in trouble.” “It’s fine, they wouldn’t mind. They won’t be back for a few days.” I put the bikes around the back of the house, and followed Julie up the stairs to the deck. The house had a great setting on a quiet part of the sound. “Nice view,” I said, absently looking out at the water as we climbed. She looked back at me and giggled. “Matt!” she said, with mock horror. I realized what she thought I meant. “Um, I was talking about the water.” “Yeah right.” “But, now that you mention it,” I said. Julie looked at me wide-eyed for a second, and then laughed and ran up the last few steps. She opened the back door and looked at me coyly. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should go in. There really was no harm, since Julie was supposed to be sitting for the cats anyway, I tried to justify to myself. I guess it worked since I ended up going inside. Julie shut the door behind us. A couple of cats looked at me for a second before slinking away. The house was fastidiously kept; everything looked like it was new. I turned to Julie. “Now what?” I said, feeling a little out of place in a strange house. I figured maybe she had an idea of what to do. “What do you want to do?” she asked with a slight smile. “I don’t know. Everything looks like a furniture store. I’m afraid to walk anywhere.” “I know, Becky’s parents are obsessive housekeepers. Let’s sit on the couch,” she said, going into the living room and sitting down on the couch that faced the large picture window. There was an awkward pause as I sat down and looked around. “Nice view,” I said again, pointing to the window this time. “You already said that.” “I wasn’t talking about the ocean last time.” I turned to her, and leaned in closer. I kissed her lips gently, and felt her body relax into the couch. After a long moment, I released the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?” I asked softly. “Yes.” I kissed her again, with more heat this time. Julie embraced my neck with her arms, and pulled me tight against her. We explored each other’s mouths with our tongues, while I gently caressed her body. I moved down from her mouth and kissed her gently on the side of the neck. She turned her head, opening herself to me. I responded by running a line of kisses up to her ear and then down her neck, as she let out a slight moan. I kept kissing down the middle of her upper chest. Her skin was incredibly smooth. She gripped my head with her hands as I kissed her chest. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I worked my way back up and returned to her mouth for a passionate kiss. Julie pushed on my chest, so I rolled over, and she climbed on and straddled me. She pulled her shirt off in one quick motion. I inadvertently laughed out loud when I saw her bikini top and remembered my mishap that morning. “What’s so funny?!” she asked, concern spreading across her face. She held her shirt up to her chest. “I’m sorry. Not a good time to laugh. I just thought of something funny, from this morning.” “What?” she asked, tentatively. “Remember you left your top in my room yesterday?” I said. “Yeah?” “Well, I had stuffed it under my pillow, and this morning, when I woke up, it was wrapped around my neck like a tie.” “Are you serious?” “Yeah. I guess it looked pretty funny. That’s what my Mom said anyway.” “Your Mom saw it!?” “Yeah, unfortunately she must have come in to get something and saw me. God, how embarrassing.” “Tell me about it. She knew it was my top! What did she say?” “She teased me about it,” I said. “She said it was cute.” “Your parents like to tease you.” “Yeah. I’m used to it, though sometimes I’m not confident enough about the situation to take it all that well. Like waking up with a bra around my head.” Julie let out a giggle. “It must have looked pretty funny,” she said. “What did you think when you saw it?” “I thought it was a joke that you and Lara were playing on me. Then I remembered and figured it had gotten loose in the night,” I said, staring off for a second, and then clearing my head. “So yeah, that’s what I was laughing about. Sorry, where were we?” Julie tossed her shirt aside and pulled at mine, so I helped her take it off. She pressed herself against me. We started kissing slowly again, rebuilding the passion that had somewhat evaporated with my ill-timed laugh. The conversation about the morning event reminded me of what my parents had said about responsibility. I didn’t think Julie and I were about to have sex on her friend’s couch, and I certainly was not prepared for that, if she was really thinking that’s where we were going. I made a promise to myself to keep things under control no matter how hot Julie and I got. Responsibility didn’t preclude some fun though, so with that thought in mind I returned my attention to Julie, who was now slowly moving her body up and down mine. I pushed Julie up from me. She sat up, straddling my legs, looking at me with desire in her eyes. I pulled the straps of her bathing suit off of her shoulders, letting them fall around her arms, and she pulled her arms out through them. I reached around and undid the back clasp of her suit. Julie shyly held the cups over her breasts for a second. I watched as she slowly lowered her hands and revealed her breasts to me. I looked at them for a long time, not wanting to rush the moment. I reached up and cupped them. They were firmer than I had thought they would be. I had only felt one other girl’s breasts before, but I was drunk at the time and the whole thing was kind of hazy. But feeling Julie’s breasts was divine. I slowly massaged them, taking in every detail with my fingers. Not quite sure what to do next, I pulled her down to me, and gently kissed her neck, working my way down her chest. When she didn’t resist, I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, and gently probed it with my tongue, and then sucked on it. Julie responded by pressing herself against me. I gave her other breast some attention for a while as well. Her nipples seemed to be quite sensitive, and after some time Julie’s breathing had gotten more intense, which I was pleased about. I rolled her over onto her back, and we kissed energetically. I was trying to keep some of my weight off her, but she reached around me and pulled me down onto her, opening her legs to me. My erection was firmly pressed against her mound, only a few thin pieces of fabric separating us. We kissed and ground against each other for what seemed like both a minute and an hour. Julie’s breathing got more and more uneven, and she stopped kissing me and moaned into my neck as we vigorously humped through our clothes. I was feeling more aroused than I ever had, and it was taking a significant effort not to cum right in my bathing suit. The feeling of her tense, quivering body beneath me was incredible. Still, a small part of me wondered what I was getting into. I felt like I was going along for a ride, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get off. Julie started to slow down. I could feel her body loosen up, and she opened her eyes to look at me. We looked at each other for a long moment, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed, and a sheen of sweat covered her chest. She pushed me up so I sat back on the couch. She sat up, reached over and felt my erection through my bathing suit. A jolt of pleasure shot through my lower body. Julie tugged at the hem of my suit and started pulling it off. I must have tensed up, because Julie stopped and looked at me. I realized I was holding my breath. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Um, nothing. I just don’t, you know, I’ve never done this,” I admitted. “Just relax.” She leaned in and kissed me softly. That eased the tension a little bit. At least she sure seems to know what to do, I thought to myself. She sat up again, and pulled down my bathing suit in one quick motion, freeing my aching erection. I saw a small smile cross her face, as she reached for it and gently began to stroke it. Shots of pleasure spread through my body as Julie slowly worked her hand up and down my cock. Her stroke was just slow enough to keep me from going over the edge. The feeling was both exquisite and excruciating. Part of me wanted her to never stop, and part of me wanted to grab it myself and make it explode. She started speeding up, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I closed my eyes and hissed at the pleasure she was giving me. “What?” she said gently. “That feels great.” She increased her intensity, and I reached the point of no return. I opened my eyes, and Julie looked on raptly as a jet of cum shot out of my cock. It arced about two feet up in the air and landed on my chest. Julie let out a gasp of surprise. Another series of smaller jets followed, shooting out across my stomach. Julie kept stroking, but soon the feelings turned hypersensitive, so I reached down and stayed her arm. I took some deep breaths as my cock continued to pulse in her hand. Julie let go and curled up next to me. “That was incredible,” I said. “Mmm, it was,” she murmured. I sat on the couch for about five minutes, reliving the experience. Julie was resting her head against my shoulder with her eyes closed. “I guess we should clean up and get home before we’re missed,” I said finally, starting to feel uncomfortable in the strange house again. Despite the fact that Becky’s family wouldn’t be back for a few days, I still felt like they could come in any moment. We cleaned up and put on our clothes, and then straightened out the couch cushions. Julie fed the cats, and after making sure everything was back to normal, we locked up and biked back to my house. ----- The next few days Julie and I hung out with Lara and James pretty much all day. Somehow it seemed that whenever Julie and I wanted to slip away, there was not enough time to go anywhere, or my parents found some excuse to not let me leave the house. The best we could manage was sneaking a few moments here or there in my room or the bathroom. The kissing was wonderful, but after two days of it, both of us had built up some definite sexual energy between us. That evening my aunt and mothers were going out. Hans was going to stay home to keep an eye on us. When mention of their outing was first made at dinner, Julie and I looked at each other with the same thought, but we were a bit disappointed when Hans announced he wasn’t going. Still, he didn’t care what we did, as long as we didn’t get in trouble. Hans was rather free-spirited in his approach to ‘watching the kids,’ which basically meant we were free to do whatever we wanted as long as the women didn’t find out. After dinner, Beth and my parents headed out. Hans retreated to the couch to read. “Hans, we’re going to walk the beach and hang out,” said Lara. “Fine, just be back before your mothers come back,” he said with a wink. “Which is when?” Lara asked. “I don’t know. Eleven or twelve, to be safe.” We walked out to the beach. I had expected that we would split up as couples, but Lara announced we were going towards the pier. She was carrying her beach bag, and I presumed she had gotten more whiskey. The four of us seemed eager to use our time wisely that evening. We didn’t bother going all the way to the pier, and instead set up a little way down the beach where there weren’t any houses immediately around. Lara pulled out a bottle of tequila, a surprise that James had managed to acquire. We all passed the bottle around several times. I wondered if everyone had the same idea in mind, since we all drank quickly and quietly. Sure enough, after twenty minutes and half the bottle gone, James stood up and announced he was going for a walk. Lara immediately got up too, and without much more fanfare, they walked off down the beach, taking a blanket with them. I wondered where they were headed. I made a note to ask Lara about her private spots. I took another swig of the tequila, and Julie did as well. The pier was dark and a possibility for a place to go, but still exposed. I wanted somewhere where we wouldn’t have to look over our shoulders every minute. The house was out of the question; Hans probably didn’t care what we did, but I didn’t think it appropriate to be with Julie in my room when he was just out in the living room. Julie was looking at me with a smile. I snapped out of my thoughts. “What were you thinking?” she asked me. I could tell by her voice she was feeling the alcohol. I duly noted that I was too. “Uh, I was wondering what to do. Where to go.” “So where’s that?” “I don’t know. Everywhere is so exposed.” Julie took a few more sips of tequila. “I have an idea,” she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes glinting in the faint light. “What?” I asked. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, with no restraint. “Here?” I said, looking around after we pulled apart. “People walk the beach at night.” “No. I was thinking we could go to Becky’s.” “What!? Aren’t they home by now?” “No, they get in tomorrow night.” “How are we going to get there?” I asked, wondering if I could ride a bike. She seemed to ask herself the same question. “We can bike.” “You think you can bike?” I asked doubtfully. “Maybe.” I thought for a second. It wasn’t that far, and it was mostly back roads. And back roads in Montauk are very back roads most anywhere else. Julie looked at me expectantly. I threw caution to the wind when I saw the desire in her eyes. “Alright, let’s go.” We walked back to the house and I pulled the bikes quietly out of the garage, shouldering the bag with the tequila. We decided to walk the beach instead of taking the main road, until we needed to take the side road. I was feeling slightly unsteady as we walked, but I thought I could bike. I wasn’t sure about Julie. When we finally got on the side road, I hopped on my bike and pushed off slowly. If I paid attention, I found I could ride steadily. Julie tried to get on her bike, but was having trouble. She managed to fall on her butt and started laughing. I pedaled back to her. “OK, not such a good idea,” I said, chuckling, and offering her a hand. “No, I just can’t get on the bike, the seat is too high. You grabbed the wrong one. I think I’ll be alright once we’re going. Here, hold the bike.” I held the bike steady, and she got on and pedaled off. She seemed relatively stable, so I got back on my bike and rode after her. A few times we almost crashed into each other as we rode side by side, but we got to Becky’s house without serious incident. The house was dark, except for an outdoor light by the front door. We pedaled down the drive, set the bikes against the back deck posts, and went up onto the deck. Even though she was quiet, I could sense Julie’s excitement as she opened the door to the dark house. As soon as we were in, she closed the door and pulled me towards the couch. She pushed me down and climbed on top of me. Julie was very heated, and she grabbed my head and kissed me hard. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and we kissed passionately for a long time, building up intensity. Julie sat up and pulled her shirt off, and then pulled her bathing suit top off as I took my shirt off. She pressed her chest against mine and rubbed her smooth body over me. I moved my hands across her, feeling her silky skin and the hard curve of her waist. Julie climbed off me, and stood up. She slowly removed her shorts, peeling them down her legs. I watched intently as she bent over to pull her legs out of them. Her breasts swayed seductively in front of me. When she had put her shorts aside, she sat down beside me. Her hand reached down for my erection, which was tenting my bathing suit. Julie caressed it lightly through the fabric. Then she reached her hand under the elastic and gripped my cock. I lifted myself off the couch and pulled my suit down to my knees. Julie hungrily looked at my throbbing erection. She stroked it for a few moments, before swinging her leg over me and settling herself down in my lap. I could feel the heat from her pussy through the fabric of her bathing suit bottom as she pressed herself against my dick. Waves of pleasure spread through my body as we felt each other’s bodies. Julie’s breathing became more heavy, and she pressed herself as hard as she could against my penis, slowly moving her hips back and forth. I reached around and rubbed my hands over her butt, and then put my hands under her suit, feeling the fleshy mounds of her ass. Eventually, Julie’s rubbing was starting to push me towards climax, so I pushed her off and onto her back. I kissed her breasts and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it, exploring the bumpy texture and supple hardness. Julie moved slowly beneath me, breathing heavily. I licked around the nipple, and gently pulled on it with my lips as Julie clutched my head against her chest. I sat up and looked at her in the dim light. She looked back at me with big eyes and a heaving chest. “What?” she asked softly. “You look beautiful,” I blurted out. A smile spread across her face. “Thanks, Matt.” I lowered myself onto her, burying my head in her neck. She opened her legs to me and I again felt her warmth against my penis. I slowly slid my erection across the fabric of her bathing suit. Julie dug her nails into my butt, trying to get as much pressure against her mons as possible. I slowly increased the pace, as I continued to kiss her neck. Julie arched her back and moaned out as I quickened my movements. I was vaguely conscious of trying to keep the couch clean, so as I felt my climax approaching, I slowed down and let the impending orgasm recede. “Did you – you know?” asked Julie through heavy breaths, as I lay on her. “No. I was close though.” “Do you have any condoms?” “No.” I said, simply. I wished that I had though. “Do you want me to do what I did the other day?” she asked. “Sure.” I sat up on the couch, and Julie kneeled next to me. She reached out and gave my penis a few long slow strokes, watching me with a smile. She started pumping it faster, and I leaned back and closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Suddenly Julie straddled me and started rubbing me with her crotch again. That was enough to push me over the edge. I let out a groan as I felt the semen boil up in my balls and shoot out of my cock. Spurt after spurt shot out onto my stomach as Julie continued to grind herself against my penis. “Oh, god,” I said though clenched teeth. “Oops,” said Julie with a grin. I looked down, and could see a shiny pool of cum on my stomach. Some had dribbled off and down onto the couch. “We better clean that up,” I said. Julie went to the kitchen and got a paper towel as I lay prone on the couch. She wiped me off, and then I moved aside so she could clean the spot on the couch. I turned on a small light. Luckily the couch was patterned and the stain wasn’t noticeable once we had rubbed it in. “You’re still hard,” said Julie, eyeing my penis. “Yeah. I guess so.” She leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I want you.” “But I don’t have any condoms.” “What if you just put it in for a few seconds?” she said with barely concealed excitement. “I don’t know, is that dangerous?” “I don’t think so. As long as you don’t shoot in there.” I considered for a moment. It seemed reasonable, and I was certainly still horny enough to want to do it. Vague thoughts of ‘Don’t rush things’ echoed through my head, but I let them float away without worrying about them. “Alright, but just a few seconds though,” I warned. Julie jumped up off the couch, and started to pull at her bathing suit. I watched closely, but she stopped. “Turn off the light,” she said coyly. “Why?” I said. I was enjoying the view. “I don’t know, I’m a little shy,” she said. I chuckled at the irony, but I turned the light off anyway. She quickly pulled her bathing suit off and crawled onto me. I couldn’t see anything since my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light yet, but I felt Julie’s hair brushing against my groin as she rubbed herself on me. She reached down and held my penis in her hand as she positioned herself over it. My cock pulsed heavily as we made contact. She paused for a second, slowly moving my tip across the folds of skin around her entrance. I shuddered in delight as she lowered herself slowly and my cock started entering her. She let out a hiss as the head slowly forged its way deeper into her. I wondered if she was in pain, since I had heard that the first time for girls was usually painful. But she didn’t stop, so I figured she was alright. Julie descended all the way until I was buried in her. The feeling was exquisite; I could feel her vagina pulsing around me. I flexed my penis a few times, which got a gasp out of Julie. She stayed impaled on me for a few moments, and then started moving up and down slowly. “Oh! My god!” she said, supporting herself on my chest with trembling arms. I could hear our wetness smacking as she moved me in and out of her shaft. I started moving my hips up to meet her as she came down onto me, and soon I was pumping into her with a good rhythm. Julie started moaning heavily. Suddenly I remembered I didn’t have a condom on. “Hey, we have to stop!” I said. Julie ignored me and continued riding me. I started feeling the signs of an approaching orgasm, so I grasped her hips and pushed her up enough to slide out. “No, that feels so good! Don’t stop!” she cried out, still bucking her hips and trying to catch my penis with her pussy again. “We can’t, I don’t have a condom on!” “I know, I know, it just feels so good.” She continued rubbing herself on me, and leaned down to kiss me hard. She was working herself up again, and her kissing trailed off into heavy breathing and moaning. She reached down between us and grasped me. I felt myself slide into her channel again, and she immediately sat up and started bouncing up and down on me. She started letting out a series of ascending ‘Oh!’s. I was hard pressed to protest, but I didn’t want to get her pregnant, and I was going to cum soon if I didn’t pull out. “Julie, stop, stop, I’m about to cum!” I said a bit frantically. She moved up and down a few more times, and then quickly raised herself off of me. My dick slapped against my tummy with a wet splat. She went back to rubbing herself against me, very much in the grasp of pleasure. A change in the light caught my eye. I saw some strange illumination on the trees out past the deck. “What’s that?” I asked, as the light dimmed and then grew stronger again. Julie was lost in her own world, kissing my neck. I watched as the beam focused and brightened. I pushed Julie up off my chest. “Someone’s coming,” I said. Julie opened her eyes and looked at me in a daze. “Look outside!” I pointed. Julie turned to look. For a moment we looked silently at the light, and then heard a car engine fade in. “Oh, shit,” she said, jumping up and running to the kitchen. “I thought you said they were coming back tomorrow night! Are they home?” I stood up unsteadily and started looking for my clothes. I stuffed her bathing suit top and bottom in the beach bag, capped the tequila and threw it in too. My mind raced as I tried to think of everything we had brought in with us. Julie was leaning over and looking out the kitchen window. The car was definitely coming down the driveway, from the sound of it. “Oh, shit,” she said again. Julie ran back to the couch and I tossed her shorts and shirt to her. “Where’s my suit?” she asked, fumbling with the hem of her shorts. “No time for that,” I said. “I have them in the bag.” We groped awkwardly at our clothes though the fog of the tequila and the darkness of the room. I heard the garage door opening downstairs. “What are we going to do?” I said. “I don’t know, we can’t be here,” she said. “They’ll probably come into the house through the garage, so we’ll just have to go out the back as they’re coming up.” I thought about the bikes, and luckily they wouldn’t be seen if Becky’s family stayed in the garage. Panic was setting in, as the shoes were not going on fast enough. The light on the trees disappeared as the car turned into the garage. “C’mon,” I whispered. We looked around one last time, carefully opened the back door and slipped out. Julie locked the door behind us. If Becky’s parents decided to come into the house through the deck, we were trapped. We slowly walked to the stairs, looking for any sign of someone coming. We could hear Becky and her dad talking in the garage. For a second the voices got louder, and Julie and I crouched back onto the deck. But then the garage door started closing, and their voices retreated. Julie and I started down the stairs, which creaked loudly a few times. When we reached the bottom, lights in the kitchen and on the deck came on like prison searchlights. I looked up and saw Becky’s mom through the kitchen window. We were in plain view, but luckily she was not looking out the window, or she would have easily seen us. We hurried to the bikes, and then quietly walked them around the edge of the house, trying to stay out of the glow of the upstairs windows. We stopped at the corner of the house by the garage door, catching our breath. I couldn’t think straight from the liquor. We still had to deal with the light from the front porch. It lit up the driveway enough that if anyone looked out the front of the house they would see us. A noise made us jump. Then we realized someone was in the garage unpacking the car. There wouldn’t be any reason for them to open the garage, I thought, but if they did, we would be right there. When I heard talking, I knew we had to go then, while they were in the garage. Riding the bikes was out of the question, since even walking was a challenge at this point. We walked as quickly as we could up the driveway. Neither of us dared look back to see if we were seen. When we got to the road, we continued our quick pace, feeling like they were just a few feet behind us. Finally we were out of sight of the house, and we collapsed onto our backs on the grass by the road. “Holy shit,” I said, breathing hard. “I swear they said they were coming back tomorrow night,” Julie said. “They must have changed plans.” We lay in silence for a few minutes. Finally I started laughing. “What’s so funny?” asked Julie. “You should have seen the look on your face when you heard their car.” “Yeah, well you looked pretty freaked out yourself,” she said, defensively. I rolled over and looked at her, and she started laughing herself. “That was still an amazing night we had, even with the interruption,” I said, after we had calmed ourselves some. “Yeah. I wish we could keep going.” “Me too.” I kissed her gently, cupping her face in my hand. She returned my kiss earnestly. Our passion from the house was suddenly rekindled in a few seconds, and soon we were rolling around on the grass by the side of the road. “We better cool off, someone could drive by,” I said, rolling off of Julie. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” “It’s almost midnight, too; we should get back to the house,” I said reluctantly. I really didn’t want to go, but was a bit scared of what would happen if I didn’t break up the evening right then. Julie gave me a tender kiss. “Thanks,” she said. “For what?” “For tonight, for everything.” I didn’t really know what she was talking about, but I smiled back at her anyway.