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Ryan Sylander
Looking Through The Lens http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ryansylander/www/ Chapter 12: Your Time is Gonna Come
Julie looked irresistible at lunch. She had come over in a denim miniskirt and tight top, and her hair was clipped above her forehead, framing her face beautifully. When she had walked in the door, Lara had nudged me and growled quietly. Lara and Julie’s greeting was as friendly and natural as ever. I knew I was the only one who understood the slightly hard glint in Lara’s eyes, though. After eating, Beth and my parents went out to a movie for the afternoon, and Lara left for James’s house. Hans was teaching tennis lessons, but Beth let us know that he would be home any moment now. When everyone departed, Julie and I were sitting on the porch couch. We had a little time before Hans would return, but then we’d have to find somewhere else to talk. Julie looked at me expectantly. I had promised her we would talk after lunch, and now the time was suddenly upon us. I was not particularly in the mood to have a serious conversation, though. All I could think of was Julie’s lips wrapped around my penis the night before. That, and trying not to outright stare at her smooth, tanned legs crossed so nicely beside me. “That was a good time last night,” I started out. “Yeah. I hope you aren’t mad.” “Mad? At what?” “At me. For pressuring you,” she said. “You mean in the bedroom?” “Yeah.” “No, I’m not mad.” “You seemed reluctant.” “Well, I didn’t want you to do something out of guilt. I didn’t want to jump into that.” “But you did.” “Well, you made it hard to resist,” I said simply. “I’m sorry,” she said, with a slight smile. “Don’t be, that was…incredible,” I said. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.” “Well, thanks, but I feel a little bad for teasing you like that.” Julie fiddled with the hem of her skirt. “As long as you didn’t do it for the wrong reasons.” “No, it was a thank you.” “All right, thank you too, then,” I said awkwardly. There was a moment of silence. The phone rang and made us jump. We listened as the answering machine engaged. “Hello, anyone there?” Hans’s voice came over the crackling speaker. “Hello?” I went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver. “Hey, Hans.” “Hey, man, just checking in. Finished a lesson a few moments ago.” “Cool. Aunt Beth and my folks went to a movie.” “Oh, what did they go see?” “I don’t know, sorry.” “Did Lara go too?” he asked. “No, she went out to hang with James. Julie and I were just about to go to the beach,” I said. There was a brief pause. “Well, I actually have a few more lessons that came up. Should be home in an hour or two. I’ll be back before the ladies, all right?” “Okay.” “Cool. Talk to you later.” “Bye.” I set the receiver down. He sounded a bit funny, I thought. Suddenly it occurred to me that I had the house, and Julie, to myself. Hans must have realized. But would he really let me and Julie be alone? Hans could be pretty cool sometimes, I decided. I was willing to bet that he didn’t have any more lessons that afternoon. I stood by the phone for a moment, thoughts racing. Finally I went back out to the porch and sat next to Julie again. My heart was pounding, for some reason. “What did he want?” Julie asked. “Um, he said he had some more lessons this afternoon.” Julie just looked at me. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and I could tell what she was thinking. Alone in the house. The perfect opportunity to talk. Or something… Julie leaned in and kissed me. When she pulled back, I could see that certain desire in her eyes. I flashed back to those summer days last year when she had looked at me the same way. “Do you want to do what we did last night?” she asked softly. I did. But what about our talk, I wondered? Then again, we were already back together, basically. We could talk later. It wasn’t everyday you got an hour alone in a house with a beautiful girl. Especially one with that look in her eyes. “I’d like that,” I said. Before she could reach for me, I leaned in and kissed her hard. “But, let me return the favor first.” Julie pulled back and looked at me a bit funny. “Do you mean…” she asked, pointing to her lap. “Yeah, I mean that.” Julie smiled a little. “You can’t, Matt,” she said. “Why? I’ve never done it, but I want to try,” I said earnestly. “No, not today,” she said. I was slightly offended at her reluctance, seeing as how she and Lara had done this often enough that she should be comfortable with it. “All right, I just thought…” “No, you don’t want to do that today, believe me,” she said dramatically. I frowned at her for a moment, before comprehending. “Oh... Oh! Okay. But when you are ready, you promise you’ll let me?” “If you really want to,” she said, arching a brow. I nodded and said, “I’d like to try.” “Okay. In a few days I’ll be done.” I smiled, feeling my erection grow as I saw the twinkle in her eyes. Suddenly I thought of something else which checked my mood slightly. “So does that mean we also can’t…?” I wondered why I couldn’t say the last two words of my sentence. Luckily Julie knew what I meant. She scrunched up her face and shook her head. “I don’t know. It would be really messy.” I visualized the time with Carmen. Suddenly I wondered if she was bleeding from the sex, or perhaps she had been having her period. From the look of shock on Carmen’s face, though, I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that. “Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. I suddenly felt some disappointment at having this free time and not being able to really take advantage of it. “But, I can still do something to you,” she said suggestively. That perked me up again. “Like what?” I said, playing dumb. She uncrossed her legs some and leaned into my ear. “Like what we did last night.” “Okay.” “Take off your shorts,” she ordered. “Right now?” I said in surprise. “Well, yeah! Unless you don’t want to.” I stood up and in one motion lowered my clothing to the floor, and then sat again. My erection bobbed in front of me. Julie stared at it for a while, smiling, and then gave me that look. I felt a jolt as she ran her hand along me. She caressed me gently, bringing me to full strength. As she continued her soft touches, I strained at her, desperately wanting her to grip me and stroke in earnest. She only continued to tease me. She straightened up, and then knelt on the couch beside me. As she lowered her head, I looked at her bare legs disappearing up under the denim skirt, and the curve of her waist as it flared in from her ribs and out to her hips. It was an intoxicating view. Suddenly she gripped the base of my shaft, and I gasped as she took me into her warm mouth. She wrapped her tongue and lips tight around me, encasing me as she lowered herself to her fist, and then pulled off with a little pop. “What did you like best about last night?” she asked. “Wh – I liked it all. It was all good.” “Do you like it when it’s fast or slow?” Before I could answer, she took me into her mouth again, apparently demonstrating the difference between those two adjectives I’d learned when I was three years old. But I definitely didn’t learn them this way! First she sucked gently, keeping her grip on me as she moved her lips up and down. She turned her head a little each time, giving me a slightly different sensation. As her lips reached her fingers, she pulled a strand of hair back and turned her eyes up at me. “Mmw?” she said, raising a brow. Somehow I knew she had said “slow.” Not that knowing that was a big reach! “I like that,” I said with belabored voice. Then she started stroking me quickly, keeping her lips around me. “Oh, god,” I said. I looked at her legs again, and her hourglass back, and started wondering if maybe the mess wouldn’t be so bad. I wanted so much to make love correctly with her. Not the half-attempts from last year at Becky’s house, or our mediocre farewell fuck. I just wanted to peel that skirt off of her smooth legs and connect deeply with her. “So which one?” she said. She had stopped her “fast” demonstration abruptly, and was pulling absently on my penis as she looked up at me. “Uh, they’re both great.” I said, too much in pleasure to say anything more interesting. “It’s all wet,” she said, giggling and eyeing my penis. With that she went back to work on it. I ran a hand over her back as she got into a rhythm with her fist and mouth. I knew she would be finishing me soon, no matter what I tried to do to hold off. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, watching as I disappeared into her mouth, only to slide out again. I was surprised to hear her moan. I hadn’t considered until then that this was giving her pleasure as well! As I started climbing the last little steep slope before hitting the top, I hissed in pleasure. Julie sensed my impending climax, and increased her pressure. I gasped as I felt the first shot boil up in me and shoot through my penis. For an instant I worried that I had not warned Julie, but then she was off me, watching the semen arc out onto my stomach. The second blast shot up onto my shirt, to which Julie gave a giggle of surprise. I instinctively pressed myself back into the couch, but the next spurts slowed before dying away. “Whoa!” I exclaimed. “That was intense!” “Yeah? You liked it?” “Oh yeah, I did!” “You shot out so far,” she said, indicating with her eyes the white blob on my shirt. “Yeah, that was a little scary for a second!” Julie giggled. “Mmm. Let me get a tissue. I don’t think this couch will hide a stain as well as Becky’s did.” I laughed as she hopped up and went into the kitchen, while I tried to keep the mess from sliding off my abs. Julie cleaned me up, and got enough off of my shirt so it wouldn’t smear all over me as I took it off. “Too bad I’m having my period,” she said quietly, “because I really want you right now.” “Me too,” I groaned. I looked at her for a moment. “How bad would it be?” “I don’t know, but it’s really kind of gross,” she said. She had that grimace on again. “It’s just blood, right?” “Yeah, but, that’s nasty!” “All right, we’ll wait,” I said. “What do you want to do, now?” I said, changing the subject before I got too expectant of any more physical pleasure. “We can bike if you want,” Julie suggested. “Yeah, that would be fun.” I didn’t really feel like biking, though. I didn’t think Julie did, either. She was eyeing my penis, which was still hard. “Do you think it would mess anything up?” she asked. “Biking?” Julie tittered. “No, silly! Having sex during my period.” My penis jumped before I could avert it. “Um, I don’t know...” “Do you want to try, or is that too gross?” She squinted shyly at me. For some reason I wasn’t bothered by the idea. Maybe horniness was getting in the way. “No, I’d try it.” Julie stood up, unbuttoned her skirt, unzipped it, and then started pushing it down around her hips. I watched in fascination as she wiggled her waist back and forth, working the blue fabric down. Just as the top of her white panties showed, she stopped. “Oh, we better not,” she said. I almost choked. “What! Why not?” “I have a tampon in. I’m probably all dry. That thing just sucks the moisture out of me.” I searched for words, but I had no idea what to suggest. What did I know about stuff like that anyway? “I’m sorry, Matt… Getting you all worked up again, and then stopping.” She had buttoned her skirt up again. “It’s all right. It probably would have been weird anyway,” I admitted. I looked longingly at her legs. “It will be over in a few days,” Julie said. “Then I want to find somewhere to take you and just have sex all day long.” She let those last three words come out of her mouth a little slower than necessary. I just watched her. I’m sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth. “And you know what?” she said, now with even more excitement in her voice. “What?” “Amara told me that the few days after your period you can’t get pregnant.” For a second I tried to remember which of her friends Amara was, but I really had no idea anymore. “So?” I asked, wondering what her point was. “So? So you don’t need to use a condom!” she said quietly, as she took my penis with her fist again. “You can do it in here.” She pointed to her skirt. “Oh. Are you sure though?” I asked, skeptical, even though I was out of my head with arousal. “Yeah, she said I can only get pregnant a few days of the month. Right before and right after my period are, like, almost impossible.” “That sounds a bit ris...” The rest of my words never made it out. They were cut off by a groan as Julie swallowed me again. All unnecessary thoughts went away as I watched Julie bobbing up and down. It was going to be a great vacation, I thought to myself, as I threw my head back on the cushion.
“So, do you like giving blowjobs?” I asked. “Matt! Shh!” Lara said, looking quickly at the doorway into the house. “Relax, everyone is sleeping.” “Still, they could be up getting some water or something.” “You want to walk, then?” “Yeah, sure.” We headed down to the beach, but not before Lara grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “Don’t you think they’ll notice?” I asked. “Nah, Hans said I could have them.” “He did?” I asked, surprised. “Yeah, when you were showering, he was like, ‘Here, have a beer.’ ” “What did you say?” “I said no, but then he said I was free to help myself whenever.” “You know, it’s weird. Today he knew that Julie and I were alone in the house, because he called from the club. Then he said something like he had more lessons to teach and he wasn’t coming home for a while.” “You think he faked some lessons?” Lara asked, picking up on my thoughts. “I don’t know, but Aunt Beth said he’d be home soon. He sounded funny on the phone, too.” “Well, he’s always been cool about letting us do our own thing.” “Yeah, but this is way cool,” I said, clinking my bottle to hers and taking a long swig. “So you were alone with Julie for while then, huh?” Lara asked with excitement. “Yeah.” “And?” she prodded. “Well, that’s why I was asking you about blowjobs. If you like giving them.” “Yeah, they’re all right. Although I’d rather screw. Or be licked. It’s better for me. Not to be selfish or anything, but…” “Well, Julie was really into it. She seemed really turned on as she was doing it. Moaning and stuff.” “Cool. Did she orgasm?” I looked at her funny. “I don’t know. What does she do when she does?” “Her breathing changes and she tenses up. You should know,” she said cryptically. “I should? Why?” “She said she had one with you at Becky’s,” Lara said simply. “Really?” I said, wondering how I had missed it. “We didn’t even really have sex there.” “I don’t know, maybe when you fingered her or something.” “No, never did that either. When was it?” Lara laughed. “Sorry, Matt, I wasn’t there! Can’t help you out.” I walked for a while in silence, digesting this new information. “You should pay more attention to your women,” Lara chided. “If you kept that notebook I suggested the other night…” I laughed. “Funny… Well, I don’t think she went that far today, but she was really excited by doing it. The third time she was –” “The third time?” Lara interjected. “How long was Hans gone?” “I don’t know. An hour or so.” “Three times in an hour?” “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” “James has never done that,” Lara said, sounding disappointed. “Have you tried?” “No. My mouth gets tired.” I laughed. “Oh. Well, I was still hard, so she just kept going.” “James gets soft for good after the second time he comes,” Lara announced. I vaguely wondered if James would appreciate her candor. “Really? I could...” I paused. “What?” asked Lara. “Nothing, this is just a weird conversation.” “It’s not any weirder than talking about me, you, and Julie having sex together.” “Wait a minute. That was just a twisted joke of yours! This is real,” I added. “Whatever. Who cares, Matt? It’s just me.” “Yeah, I know. You know way more about me than anyone else ever will. Why not talk about how many times Julie blew me?” I said sarcastically. “You mean it was more than three?” “Seven,” I said. “Seven! Get the fuck out of here, there’s no way –” I let out a snigger. “Of course not, I was just messing with you. It was just three. The third time I wasn’t sure I was going to, um, you know.” “Come?” she said, emphatically. “Yeah.” “What is it with you? You can tell me about your sex life but can’t say the word come?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s still weird.” “Come, come, come, come, come on, say it, come, come, come! It’s just a word!” “I know, I know. Come. There, that was for you,” I said emphatically. Lara made a slurping sound. “Mmm, thank you.” I recoiled from her. “Oh, nasty! Lara, that’s gross!” “You’re in a feisty mood tonight. Give the man a little action and he’s all confident.” “I’m feisty?” “Yeah.” “All right, whatever you say.” “So did you get some other action in with Julie?” “No, Hans came back. But it didn’t matter... She’s having her period so nothing else was really an option. Kind of sucked, since we had the house alone.” “Aw, and you had to make do with seven blowjobs. Poor baby!” “Three.” “I liked seven better.” “Well, that ain’t happening. I’d probably die.” “It’d be a good way to go,” Lara observed. “True.” A period of silence followed that active exchange. The cool sand around our feet felt really nice. “So have you talked to Julie?” Lara asked. I stayed silent for a bit, not wanting to think about that. “No, not yet,” I admitted. “Matt…” Lara warned. “I know. I need to talk to her. But we’re already pretty much back to the way it was.” “I’ll say…” “I don’t know if I want to step back and get all depressed again.” “That’s dangerous, Matt.” “Why?” “You need to work things out with her, before you get further.” “I worked things out on my own. Maybe I don’t need to bring it up with her,” I argued. Lara just gave me a sidelong look. “I don’t want to see you hurt again,” she said. Her tone was serious. “I know.” “Have you talked about what’s going to happen after the summer is up?” “No.” “Well, don’t rush into this without talking about these things!” I stopped walking, feeling my mood sinking. “You know, it’s surprising to hear you say this stuff. You sound like Mom or something.” Lara turned to me, looking at me in the dim light coming from the beach houses. “Matt, I don’t want you to go through another heartbreak like last year. At least get your expectations straight. Are you really going to do the long distance thing with her again?” “No, probably not,” I said. “What does Julie think about that?” “I don’t know.” “Well, you should find out. What if she really wants to try again?” “I don’t want to.” “Well, you should let her know that.” “Me? She owes me, not the other way around!” I felt a little attacked all of a sudden, and my tone was a bit defensive. Lara just watched me for a moment. “I’m not trying to sound like Mom, but I don’t like what I’m seeing here. Julie has caught you in her web again. It looks like you’re not thinking with the right part of your body. You may not feel like you owe Julie anything, but you owe yourself something, which is not to get in a position where you get screwed again!” She laughed a little at her word choice. “Heh, heh, screwed... Well, you know what I mean.” I looked at Lara in shock. I wasn’t expecting to hear any of this from her, especially moments after telling her all the details of my afternoon with Julie. It was incongruous. Was she right though? Was I just caught up in the physical pleasures of being with Julie, ignoring all of the past when considering the present and future? “Fine, I’ll talk to her tomorrow, I swear. No matter what,” I said. “Matt, don’t do this for me,” she said. “I’m not. Seriously.” “All right.” We resumed our walk back to the house in silence. I knew I needed to talk to Julie, but I was worried. How would it change our relationship? I really should have talked to her before getting involved with her! But it was too late for that. Tomorrow I was going to get it over with. As we went up the steps, I put a hand on Lara’s arm and stopped her. “Sorry,” I said earnestly. “For what?” Lara frowned. “For… for not talking to Julie,” I said, even though that wasn’t it. “You don’t have to apologize to me,” she said. “I guess I’m sorry I got a bit defensive. It’s just that I should have talked to her a while ago, and somehow things got away from me.” “I know. You’ll be fine, though. Just figure out your stuff.” “Thanks for the advice.” Lara smiled. “Just trying to help you out.” “I know. I appreciate it.” She nodded. “Come on, it’s bedtime,” she said, as she pulled me up the stairs.
I woke up out of a nightmare, in a cold sweat. I jumped out of bed and hurried quietly over to Lara’s room, closing her door behind me. “Lara, wake up!” I whispered urgently. I shook her shoulder with trembling hands. Lara stirred. I shook her again. “Lara!” “Matt? What? What’s wrong?” Lara turned over and sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What did she look like?” I sputtered. “What? What are you talking about?” “The fish market! You said he called her by name! What did she look like?” “Matt, are you all right? Are you still asleep?” “Lara, come on! When we went to Martin’s fish store today, you said Heather was there.” “Yeah, she was. Relax, everything is fine. I wasn’t making that up.” “Did she look like who I described?” Lara looked at me funnily. “I guess, although I didn’t really look at her that long, since the guy said ‘Heather’ to her. What’s wrong?” I slumped down onto the edge of her bed. In my nightmare, I had visited Martin’s fish shop. When I had asked if Heather was there, the guy said two words to me. The same two he had said earlier in the week when I had visited for real. “Which Heather?”
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