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Ryan Sylander
Looking Through The Lens http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ryansylander/www/ Chapter 3: How Many More Times?
Sleep took a long time to come to me that night. Having my new relationship with Julie suddenly thrust out into the open seemed to make it more serious. I started thinking about some things that hadn’t yet 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. Even if we did, it was a five-hour trip, each way, from Montauk to the Catskill Mountains where I lived. And that was on a good traffic day. Beth and Hans always came up to our place for Christmas, since they could get in some skiing that way. Despite the opportunity that this presented, it was unlikely that Julie’s mom would let her be away for three weeks… Christmas or not. I wasn’t sure she would even let her come at all. I also doubted that Julie’s mom would want to come up and spend Christmas with us. 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, she had shut everyone out of her life. The few times I had seen her over the last few summers, I could see why Julie was over at my aunt’s house most of the time we were there: her mother was seriously depressed. 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. After a few times, they were pretty meaningless. Fun, yes. I realized, though, there was no expectation or offer of anything further in those hookups. 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. We had not kissed simply 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 Julie’s flirting sooner. Maybe I would have done something about it sooner, too. And what of the pier girl? I’d had three days to get her out of my system. I was no longer depressed about the situation, particularly with the fun time I was having with Julie. However, 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. Expecting to see Lara playing a prank on me, I opened my eyes groggily, only to see the room empty. I thought my shirt had gotten twisted around my neck, but when I pulled at the cloth and looked at it, I bolted upright in bed. It was Julie’s bathing suit top. For a second, I wondered if it really was one of Lara’s pranks. Then I remembered I had stashed it under my pillow the day before. Somehow, in the night, it had worked its way out and had gotten wrapped around my neck like a scarf. I looked at my door, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was wide open. The room I slept in was Beth’s office and art room, and it was possible Beth had come in to get something. Or, either of my parents could have come in to peek in on me. I thought I had closed my door the night before, but I wasn’t sure. A sinking feeling spread throughout my chest. Great, another embarrassing day, I thought. I got up, replaced the suit under my pillow, and put on my clothes hurriedly. When I walked out into the kitchen, I knew, as soon as I saw Melissa’s face. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she said, much too brightly, even for her. “Morning, Mom,” I said evenly. She continued washing the dishes for a moment. I could just see the grin on her face, even through the back of her head. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. I almost said, “Go ahead…” “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 echoed, buying some time. I wondered what I could possibly say to explain sleeping like that. “Either that, or you are starting a new fashion trend for sleepwear.” Even though she didn’t turn to look at me, the grin was dripping off of 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 it, then,” I said evenly. “Yeah. You looked cute.” Cute? Things were getting worse by the second. “Well, it was on my bed from yesterday,” I said sheepishly, realizing how much information that statement necessarily conveyed. At least it wasn’t bikini bottoms, I thought, grasping desperately in my mind for any silver lining. “Ah.” “Somehow it got, uh, tangled up,” I continued. Mom 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. I suddenly had the horrid vision of my mom gathering Beth and Sarah from the porch and bringing them into my room when I was sleeping, to look at the “cute” situation. I cringed, 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, that day. 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 through 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. Just the day before, she had been escaping through my window. I didn’t offer any explanation, though. “How’s your arm?” I asked, determined to show some responsibility. “Um, fine. It’s just a little red today.” 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!” A couple of times I gave Julie a modest kiss while getting lunch together, and 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 told us 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, so we just floated out to where it got deep. “What was what all about?” “You kissed me in front of your parents, and you were acting all different around them,” Julie said, pointing out the obvious. “Oh, that. Well, it turns out 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 face in her hands. “Don’t be. Everything’s cool,” I said soothingly. “Are you in trouble?” “No, no. They were cool about it. I think their main point was that if we need to be sneaking around, then we aren’t ready for whatever we were hiding.” “Well, I did offer to walk out with you,” she said defensively. “I know. And I’m sorry we 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 absently. “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,” Julie said. “Yeah, I guess. But at the time, I didn’t know you were going to be seen, so...” “So you took the risk,” she finished. “Exactly,” I said. “And you got hurt. 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.” “Mm. 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’re not telling me?” 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 imitated, and splashed me with water. I dived under the surface and grabbed her waist, pulling her under. 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 watched her radiant face. I gathered some courage. “You’re pretty when you smile,” I said. Jeez, 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. “Um…” “I knew what you meant,” she said, with a shy smile. “So,” I said, now that the ice had been broken, “you want to show me any of these places you mentioned?” “I will,” she said. “Like, now?” My heart sped up a little. Her eyes flashed. “Really?” she said excitedly. “Yeah.” I took her hand and we waded back to shore. After we put on our clothes, 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” seem more innocent. “No, this book is getting good, so I’ll see you later.” I noticed that Lara was only a few pages into a new novel, and I 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 along the road. “You’ll find out when we get there.” Soon we turned off the main road, and headed towards the north shore. Julie led me 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 housesitting. Julie popped out from behind the house and waved for me to come over. I looked around. Not seeing anyone, I picked up our bikes and walked with 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 I didn’t really know her. I wasn’t quite sure if 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 more 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 observed, looking out at the water as we climbed. She looked back at me. “Matt!” she exclaimed, with mock horror, and then giggled. Then I realized what she thought I meant. “Um, I was talking about the water.” “Yeah, right.” “But, now that you mention it…” 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. But… I tried hard to justify entering. 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, right? Becky’s parents are obsessive housekeepers. Let’s sit on the couch.” She led the way into the living room, and sat down on the sofa that faced the large picture window. There was an awkward pause as I sat down and looked around. “Nice view,” I repeated, pointing to the window this time. “You already said that.” “I wasn’t actually talking about the water 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 tightly 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, somewhat tentatively. Her skin was incredibly smooth! She gripped my head with her hands as I kissed her. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I worked my way back up and returned to her mouth for another 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 in modesty. “I’m sorry. Not a good time to laugh! I just thought of something funny, from this morning.” “What?” she asked, tentatively. “Remember how you left your top in my room yesterday?” “Yeah?” “Well, I stuffed it under my pillow after you left. 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?” Julie blurted out. She turned a little red. “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. Said it was, uh, cute.” “Cute?” Julie laughed. “Your parents like to tease you.” “Yeah. I’m used to it, although 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 where I left it, 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. Where were we?” Julie tossed her shirt aside, confident again, and she pulled at mine. I helped her take it off, and then 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 that morning’s 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. 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 along 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 her shoulders, letting them fall around her arms. She pulled her arms fluidly through them. I reached around and undid the back clasp of her top. 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 rushed and kind of hazy. 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, 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 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 of 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 separated 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. Then 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. It was taking a significant effort to not go over the edge. The feeling of her tensing, 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. If Julie had asked me to go all the way right then, I wasn’t sure if I would have been able to resist. 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. “I liked that,” she whispered. “Me too,” I replied. She nudged me, so I sat up on the couch. She 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 seems to know what to do, I thought. She sat up again, and pulled down my bathing suit with 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. 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 the first jet shot out. 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. I reached down and stayed her arm. I took some deep breaths, as I 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. I was 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 at any moment. Julie grabbed some tissues, and I gingerly wiped up the mess I’d made. After making sure everything was back to normal, we locked up and biked back to my house, smiling the whole way.
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 in 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 announced at dinner that they were going out to see a movie. Julie and I looked at each other with the same thought, but we were a bit disappointed when Hans announced he wasn’t going, after hearing the film they planned on seeing. I thought about suggesting they see something more down Hans’s alley, but my motives would have been instantly recognized, at least by the females. Still, it wasn’t a bad deal. 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 about any bent rules. After dinner, Beth and my parents headed out. Hans retreated to the couch to read. “Hans, we’re going to walk on the beach,” 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 went out through the porch, collecting Julie and James who were waiting there for us. Once on 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 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 ten minutes and half the bottle gone, James stood up and announced he was going for a walk. Lara immediately got up, too. Without much more fanfare, they walked off down the beach, taking a blanket with them. I laughed silently, wondering when James would become less formal about splitting up. They seemed to have a destination as they grew smaller. 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. My room 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 out in the open.” 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. A pang of arousal shot through me. “Here?” I said, after we pulled apart. I looked around. “People walk the beach at night.” “No. I was thinking we could go to Becky’s,” she whispered, as if the imaginary beach walkers were near. “What? Aren’t they home by now?” For some reason I was whispering too. “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 be wondering the same thing. “We can bike.” “You really think you can bike?” I asked doubtfully. She shrugged and grinned. “Maybe.” I thought for a second. It wasn’t that far, and it was mostly back roads. And back roads in Montauk are really back roads. Julie looked at me expectantly. I threw caution to the wind when I saw the desire in her eyes. The lure of her full lips and soft flesh was completely overwhelming. “All right, let’s go.” We walked back to the house, and I pulled the bikes quietly out of the garage. I shouldered the beach bag with the tequila. We decided to walk the bikes along the main road, to be safe. Despite the hour, there were some cars, and veering into the lane at the wrong time would not be fun. I was feeling slightly unsteady as we walked, but I thought I could bike. I wasn’t so sure about Julie. When we finally got to the smaller road that led towards Becky’s house, 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 she was having trouble. She managed to fall on her butt and she started laughing. I pedaled back to her. “Okay, 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, Matt.” I looked, and indeed, I had grabbed the bike James had set for his tall frame. I tried twisting the seat, but it was locked tight. “Mine’s just as tall,” I said. “I think I’ll be all right once we’re going,” she said. “Here, hold the bike.” I held it 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 with much laughter, and 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. 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. Without ceremony, Julie sat up and pulled her shirt off, and then pulled her bathing suit top off as I removed my shirt. Clearly, she wanted to move to more intense activities. I could hear a slight warning voice growing in my head. It sounded a little like my mom, and it was saying something about responsibility… 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 the shaft. 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 on my lap. I could feel the heat from her sex through the fabric of her bathing suit bottom, as she pressed herself against me. Waves of pleasure spread through my body as we felt each other’s bodies. Julie’s breathing became heavier, and she pressed herself as hard as she could against me, 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. 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 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 pristine couch clean, so as I felt my climax approaching, I paused 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 replied. I was glad she didn’t ask if I wanted to try without the protection, because my answer probably would have been the same. 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 clothed mound again. That was enough to push me over the edge. I let out a groan as I felt spurt after spurt shoot out onto my stomach. Julie continued to grind herself against me, never stopping. “Oh, god,” I said through clenched teeth, as the feelings became almost agonizing. Julie slowed after a few moments, and I slumped into the cushions. “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. “Oh, shit! We better clean that up,” I said. Julie hopped up and went to the kitchen to get a paper towel. I sat stiffly on the couch, trying to keep the rest balanced on my stomach. Julie wiped me off, first. 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 she 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,” I said, still deeply disappointed at that fact, despite my orgasm. “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, you know, 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 again without worrying about them. “All right, but just a few seconds though,” I warned, holding Julie’s eyes with mine. 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 low lighting yet, but I felt Julie’s hair brushing against my middle as she rubbed herself on me. She reached down and held my penis in her hand as she positioned herself. She paused for a second, slowly moving the tip across the folds of skin around her entrance. I shuddered in delight as she lowered herself slowly. 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 hissing in pleasure. 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 and I went in and out of her. 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 gasped, pulling down into the couch. Julie ignored me and continued riding me. I started feeling the signs of a second 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 again. “We can’t! I don’t have a condom on!” “I know, I know...” she moaned lustily. “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 inside of her warm opening 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. The warning voice became a scream in my head… “Julie, stop, stop, I’m about to...!” I said a bit frantically. She moved up and down a few more times, and then quickly raised herself off of me. My penis 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. She had slipped my penis inside of her again. I watched as the beam focused and brightened. I pushed Julie up off my chest. “Someone’s coming,” I said quietly. Julie opened her eyes, and looked at me in a daze. “Look outside!” I said urgently, pointing out the picture window. Julie turned to look. For a moment we looked silently at the light, and then heard the sound of a car engine fade in. “Oh, shit!” she said, jumping up and running to the kitchen window. “I thought you said they were coming back tomorrow night!” I said, feeling frozen for a moment. “Is it them?” “They’re not supposed to be home tonight!” she cried. I stood up unsteadily and started looking for my clothes. I stuffed her bathing suit top and bottom into the beach bag, and capped the tequila and threw it in the sack as well. My mind raced as I tried to remember everything we had brought in with us. Fortunately, it wasn’t much. Julie was leaning over and still looking out the window. The car was definitely coming down the driveway, from the sound of it. “Oh, shit,” she repeated. 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 it in the bag.” We groped awkwardly at our clothes through 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, but 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 remembered the bikes. Luckily they were out of sight, as long as 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. “Come on,” 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 to the back of the house. 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 motor turned on again, and their voices retreated behind the closing door. 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, dropping something onto the counter. We were in plain view. Fortunately, she was not looking out the window or she would have easily seen us. We hurriedly grabbed 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. We realized someone was in the garage unpacking the car. There wasn’t any reason for them to open the garage door, but if they did, we would have been standing right there. When I heard talking, I knew we had to go immediately, 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 had been seen. When we got to the road, we continued our quick pace, feeling like Becky and her family were just a few feet behind us. Finally, we were out of sight of the house. After putting a few hundred feet between us and the driveway, 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, her voice unsteady. “They must have changed plans.” We stayed on the grass 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 with a smile, 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 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 her. “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.
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