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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 
 
 
 
Chapter Four - Julia  (Ff Mf mf inc rom) 
 
 
It didn't take long for us to return to something resembling our old 
routine.  The difference was that I was alone throughout most of the 
day.  Ramon took Del and Paco out on the boat with him every day, from 
right before dawn until late in the afternoon, leaving me alone in the 
big, old house.  For the first couple of weeks, I was busy unpacking 
and cleaning.  Then I occupied myself in the sewing room, practicing 
stitches on scrap pieces of fabric.  I had brought most of my mother's 
clothes with us, so I began to alter some of her dresses and skirts, 
taking in the hems and waistlines.  My first attempt at making a dress 
from a pattern was a miserable failure, so I stuck with alterations 
for a while. 
 
When I ran out of clothes to take in, I began to explore the 
neighborhood.  It wasn't like our old place: the nearest house was 
about a quarter-mile away.  There was an old bicycle in the garage, 
and though the tires were flat, I found a hand pump and reinflated 
them. 
 
There was a dairy farm about a mile down the road.  When it was sunny 
out I'd pedal over there and sit on the fence, watching the cows 
graze.  Sometimes I'd ride into town, bringing back groceries or a 
book or magazine.  Coopersport wasn't a big tourist attraction, but 
during the summer months it had its share of out-of-towners, most of 
them just passing through.  I'd buy myself an ice cream and sit in the 
town square, looking at all of the different license plates. 
 
One day I decided to follow the sound of the ocean.  It took twenty 
minutes but I finally reached it.  It was hard to believe that it was 
the same ocean that washed the Florida shores.  Even on the sunniest 
day it was a leaden gray color.  The shoreline was different, with 
jagged rocks and steep cliffs instead of a gently sloping margin of 
sand.  I could see fishing boats near the horizon; I wondered if one 
of those was Ramon's.  After there was a storm the waves would crash 
hard on the rocks; for some reason it would make me think about 
orgasms. 
 
It rained for almost a week at the end of July, and by the time the 
clouds lifted I had nearly gone stir crazy.  The weather was too bad 
for riding, the batteries in my vibrator died the second day, and I'd 
already read just about every book in the house.  The rough weather 
meant that Ramon, Del, and Paco were exhausted by the time they came 
home, with Paco falling asleep at the dinner table and Del not doing 
much better.  Even Ramon nearly fell asleep while we were fucking. 
 
When the weather lifted, I put on my prettiest yellow sundress, an old 
one of my mother's that I had altered, and hopped on my bike to go 
somewhere, anywhere.  All that rain had made the sunlight seem 
especially bright and the grass and trees seem particularly lush and 
green.  The air smelled fresh, just a hint of saltiness.  I stopped at 
our nearest neighbor's house to smell the flowers that grew around the 
mailbox.  We had plenty of wildflowers in the meadow behind our house, 
but these had been planted and taken care of, and they were especially 
fragrant. 
 
"Would you like to pick some, dear?" 
 
The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, startling me.  I looked up 
and thought I saw a ghost for a second, startling me even more.  I was 
about to bolt towards my bike when I realized that this wasn't a 
ghost, just a fifty-ish woman in a flowing white dress.  Her silver 
hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and she wore a wide-brimmed 
straw hat and sunglasses. 
 
"I didn't mean to startle you, dear.  Would you like to pick some 
flowers?" she asked, lowering her sunglasses and looking me over.  She 
had blue eyes the color of a Florida twilight. 
 
"No, thank you, ma'am," I replied, recovering my composure.  The woman 
walked across her lawn and held out her hand. 
 
"My name is Julia Harrington.  What's yours, dear?" 
 
"Annie," I said, standing up and taking her hand. 
 
"Pleased to meet you, Annie.  I was about to go inside to get some 
iced tea.  Would you like to join me?" 
 
"Yes, please."  I followed her into the house, which was even older 
than ours, but filled with the most interesting things: antique 
furniture, paintings, shelves filled with books.  I followed her into 
the kitchen and sat down at a table that looked like it had fifty 
coats of lacquer.  She poured two big glasses of iced tea and sat down 
across the table. 
 
"Are you here for the summer, Annie?" 
 
"No, we just moved here from Florida.  We're in the house down the 
road." 
 
"Ah, I see.  I didn't know it had been on the market," she said.  I 
explained how we swapped houses with Carlos and Consuela, how Ramon 
bought the boat and was working it with Del and Paco. 
 
"And where's your mother?" she asked.  There was an uncomfortable 
silence. 
 
"She was killed last year," I said, the words leaving a metallic taste 
in my mouth. 
 
"Oh.  I'm so sorry."  Mrs. Harrington reached out and took my hand. 
 
"It's not your fault," I replied.  There was a sadness in the woman's 
eyes that made me want to cry. 
 
"I lost my husband ten years ago," she said.  "He was an attorney, a 
partner in a firm in Boston.  Heart attack, the poor dear." 
 
"I'm sorry," I said. 
 
"It's not your fault, dear," she replied, patting my hand and giving 
me a sly smile.  "Come, let's take our tea out to the garden.  It's 
lovely this time of year." 
 
She was right.  It was beautiful.  We sat on a rough wooden bench 
beneath a shade tree, surrounded by flowers she'd planted, and we 
talked.  Mrs. Harrington told me about Coopersport, the town, the 
people, the sea. 
 
When it was time for me to leave and head back home to start dinner, 
she invited me to stop by anytime I wished.  She walked me around to 
the front of the house where my bicycle was, took my hand, and gave it 
a little squeeze as she kissed me on the cheek. 
 
"You're a lovely young woman," she said. 
 
"Thank you, ma'am." 
 
"Call me Julia." 
 
"Yes, ma'am," I said, before catching myself.  "Yes, Julia," I said, 
giggling.  I mounted my bike and pedaled down the road, looking back 
to watch her wave. 
 
The next day was bright and sunny, and as soon as I finished my 
housework I biked over to Julia's house.  There was no answer at the 
door, so I went around back.  She was in the garden, kneeling on a 
cushion while she weeded a flower bed.  She called me over and greeted 
me with a hug.  I pulled a cushion off of one of the lawn chairs so I 
could kneel next to her and help.  Four hands made fast work of the 
weeds, and we went inside for iced tea before moving on to the next 
flower bed. 
 
Instead of the flowing white dress that made me see a ghost the day 
before, Julia wore blue jeans and a men's oxford shirt, starched white 
that set off her deep tan.  She poured a couple of glasses of iced tea 
and sat down. 
 
"Lonely?" she asked. 
 
"I guess," I said.  "School doesn't start for another month and I 
don't know anyone here." 
 
"And your stepbrothers?" 
 
"They're good company," I said.  If only she knew. 
 
"But not like having a girlfriend?  Someone with whom you can share 
confidences and secrets of the heart?"  Julia reached out for my hand 
across the table. 
 
"No, I guess not."  I suppose Del would do in a pinch, but I knew I 
felt closer to Tina in that respect. 
 
"A charming young woman like you should have no problem making friends 
in a new school," she said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. 
 
"Thank you," I said.  There was something strange about the way she 
was looking at me as she held my hand.  It took a minute to realize 
what it meant. 
 
"Something wrong, dear?" she asked, seeing my expression change. 
 
"No, not at all," I replied.  I got up from the table and walked 
around to her chair, taking her hand and placing it on the bodice of 
my sundress, directly on my breast.  Julia stood up and, without 
taking her hand away, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. 
 
"Was I that obvious, dear?" she said, laughing. 
 
"No," I said, kissing her again.  "I just think we want the same 
thing."  That made her laugh again and pull me closer.  Then she took 
me by the hand and I followed her out of the kitchen. 
 
"Come, let me show you my bedroom.  I think the weeds can wait for 
another day." 
 
She led me to her room, a light, airy space with a four-poster bed 
like mine.  Unlike my room, the furnishings were all expensive 
antiques and the fabrics and wallcoverings were carefully chosen and 
expertly applied.  Julia sat on the edge of her bed and I stood in 
front of her, lifting my short pink sundress over my head and letting 
it fall to the floor.  I didn't wear a bra that day, just a pair of 
white cotton panties under my dress and sandals on my feet. 
 
"You're lovely," she said, reaching out to caress me, her fingertips 
lightly sculpting my curves.  She pulled me closer and planted a kiss 
between my young breasts before feasting on my pebbly nipples.  I ran 
my hands through her fine gray hair as she suckled me. 
 
I felt her tugging on the waistband of my panties, pulling them down 
over my thighs and down my legs.  I slipped out of my sandals and 
steadied my self with my hands on her shoulders as she helped me step 
out of my underwear.  She looked me up and down as I stood naked 
before her. 
 
"Why, you've shaved, dear.  That's so precious," she said, lightly 
grazing my bare mons with her fingertip.  Her light touch sent a chill 
up my spine, and my arms and legs felt prickly with goosebumps.  She 
stood up from the bed and we kissed, her hands caressing me before 
coming to rest in the small of my back. 
 
"Let me see you," I said, starting to unbutton her blouse.  She 
shrugged her shirt off her shoulders, revealing an expensive white 
lace bra.  She unclasped it and let it fall to the floor next to her 
blouse, pulling me close to her again so that our breasts were pressed 
together, nipple to nipple.  She wasn't much bigger than me on top, 
but her breasts were perfect, firm with not a hint of sag. 
 
Her belt buckle was digging into my belly, so I helped her out of her 
jeans and tennis shoes.  She was well-tanned all over, her bronze skin 
contrasting with the white lace panties she wore.  She skinned those 
off, leaving us both standing naked in her bedroom.  This time I was 
the one who pulled her closer, interposing my thigh between hers as we 
kissed, feeling her hot sex against my leg. 
 
We climbed into her bed, continuing our kiss as we lay next to each 
other.  I explored her body with my hands, cupping her breasts, 
tracing the swell of her womanly hips and belly.  Other than a bit of 
extra flesh on her bottom, she was quite slender and her figure was 
well-kept.  It was hard to believe that she had nearly forty years on 
me. 
 
"Lay back, Annie," she whispered, gently rolling me on my back.  I 
sighed in anticipation as she began to suckle my nipples again, her 
soft lips working their way down my belly and up my thighs.  It seemed 
to take forever before she touched my sex, parting my nether lips with 
her fingers and tasting me with her tongue.  It was like an electric 
shock when the tip of her tongue touched my clit, a sudden spasm of 
pleasure that made me gasp for air. 
 
I'd never felt anything like this.  Not even Ramon's fat tool or Del's 
beautiful boycock could compare with the pleasure Julia gave me.  Her 
tongue danced over my clit, sometimes teasing, sometimes lashing, 
always the right thing at the right time, as if my sex was an 
instrument and she was a virtuoso. 
 
She carefully probed me with her fingers, mainly out of curiosity as 
to whether I was still a virgin, I suppose.  But it was her soft lips 
and skillful tongue that did the trick, making my breasts heave and my 
thighs quiver as I lost myself in an intense, blinding orgasm, one 
that seemed to go on and on forever.  I finally began to feel too 
sensitive down there, and had to tug on her shoulder to make her stop.  
She scooted up on the bed and held me in her arms as we kissed, 
sharing the taste of my juices on her lips. 
 
"Wow.  That was so..."  It took me a while to catch my breath, but I 
was still speechless. 
 
"Hush, Annie," she whispered, kissing the tip of my nose.  "Let's just 
lie here for a while." 
 
We lay on her bed, a warm breeze flowing through the windows and 
making the gauzy curtains flutter.  I almost drifted off to sleep in 
her arms, feeling safe, feeling loved.  There was something about the 
perfume Julia wore that reminded me of someone, though who that was 
eluded me. 
 
I rested my head on her chest, feeling her gentle caresses on my back, 
shivering with pleasure when her fingernails lightly grazed me between 
my shoulder blades.  Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, and I 
brought one up to my lips, feeling her nipple harden when I circled it 
with my tongue. 
 
"Oh, Annie.  That feels delicious," she said as I suckled her breasts.  
Just as she had done, I began to plant a trail of kisses down her 
body, over the swell of her belly, parting her legs to kiss the 
insides of her thighs, slowly closing in on her cleft. 
 
I'd never been this close to an adult woman's sex before.  The 
pictures I'd seen in magazines couldn't compare with Julia's flower.  
Unlike the hair on her head, her pubes were jet black with only a few 
gray strands, neatly trimmed along her bikini line.  Her labia bloomed 
like an iris when I touched them, revealing her innermost parts, a 
moist slit and a monk-hooded clitoris that seemed to swell to meet the 
tip of my tongue. 
 
Julia shifted her hips as I hooked my arms under her thighs, taking 
her own breasts in her hands and cupping them as I began to lap at her 
sex.  It seemed like years had passed since I'd done this with Tina, 
though it had only been a couple of long months.  Still, I remembered 
what to do and how to do it, and I began by lightly lapping at Julia's 
button like a kitten at a bowl of cream. 
 
I held her hips as I began to lick in earnest, first circling her clit 
and then lashing it directly as she began to respond with soft moans 
and a slow rocking of her pelvis.  I pressed inside her with my 
tongue, carrying her own moisture up to her slippery clit, making her 
moan even harder.  She tasted sweet and her fragrance had a faint note 
of strawberry atop her womanly musk. 
 
Occasionally I would glance up at her, watching her knead her breasts, 
her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent "O".  When I began to 
suckle her clit her jaw quivered and I felt a shiver run through her 
body, her thighs tensing and relaxing against my sides.  I made my 
tongue rigid like a finger and began to move my head from side to 
side, short, quick movements that made her arch her back and squeeze 
her breasts even tighter. 
 
Her moans and sighs became one continuous note as I moved my hands 
lower, cupping her bottom and pulling her closer to my mouth.  I began 
to alternate between sucking her clit and ravishing it with my tongue, 
and she began to rock her hips harder, faster, pressing her sex 
against my lips, seeking her release.  I knew she was getting close; 
my intuition, I guess, and I pulled one of my hands out from under her 
ass, using my thumb to penetrate her sex while I used my index finger 
to probe her bottom. 
 
When my thumb grazed the roof of her vagina she began to convulse, 
wrapping her legs around my back as she came.  She let go of her 
breasts and grabbed two handfuls of duvet, her eyes clamped shut as 
she let out a husky alto cry of ecstasy.  Her hips rose and fell from 
the bed, and I barely managed to keep my lips clamped to her sex as I 
ravished her clit with my tongue.  Her climax seemed to go on for an 
eternity, until finally she'd had enough and unwrapped her legs from 
around my body, sitting up and gently pulling me closer for a long, 
deep kiss. 
 
"I think you've done that before," Julia said. 
 
"Yes, I have," I replied, hesitating for a second before telling her 
about Luci and Tina, though I left out anything involving Ramon or my 
stepbrothers. 
 
"You've been a busy little girl," she said, smiling and kissing my 
forehead.  "The things you did at ten I didn't even know about until I  
was in college." 
 
"Is that bad?" I asked. 
 
"Do you think it's bad?" 
 
"Um...no, I guess." 
 
"Well then, that's all that matters, isn't it?"  she said. 
 
I lay my head on her breasts and wrapped my arms around her, holding 
her for dear life.  As she kissed the top of my head and caressed my 
hair, I felt like I never wanted to let go.  We lay together until it 
was time for me to head home.  Reluctantly, I got dressed and rode 
home, looking forward to the next day I could come back and play in 
her garden. 
 
That night, while laying underneath Ramon and feeling his big cock 
stretching my wet slit, I couldn't help thinking about that afternoon 
with Mrs. Harrington.  When I came, I was coming for her, even though 
it was Ramon's hardness instead of her tongue that brought me off.  
Afterwards, I felt a twinge of guilt, as if I'd been unfaithful to my  
papi.  I tried to put it out of my mind as I listened to Ramon fall 
asleep next to me. 
 
After he started snoring, I wrapped myself in my robe and tiptoed out 
of his bedroom, sneaking up the stairs to Del's room.  It was a warm 
night and his door was ajar, the windows open, and he'd thrown off his 
sheets and was laying on top of his bed, naked.  Moonlight filtered 
through the blinds, painting parallel lines on his skin.  The bed was 
narrow, but I managed to crawl in next to him.  He stirred and rolled 
on his side, his arm falling over my waist. 
 
He must have been having a sexy dream, because I felt his erection 
press against my thigh.  I reached down to stroke it, feeling a drop 
of precum on the tip.  Quietly, trying not to wake him, I moved a bit 
lower on the bed, threw my thigh over his, and guided his hardness 
inside me.  I was still filled with Ramon's sperm and Del's cock 
slipped in easily.  Del stirred again, but didn't move.  I wasn't 
looking for another fuck; I just wanted to feel his smooth cock inside 
me.  I brushed his lips with my own and fell asleep in his arms, 
embracing his penis with my sex. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
Del's cock woke me up the next morning.  He'd arisen before me, 
managed to roll me on my back without waking me, and was slowly 
fucking me, supporting his weight on his elbows and knees.  I reached 
out, pulling him on top of me as he continued to hump me. 
 
I didn't think of Julia when I came this time.  I thought of Del, his 
smooth muscular back, his hardness inside me, his lips on my nipple, 
suckling my breast.  We heard Ramon calling him to breakfast, even 
though it wasn't even light out.  Now that I was awake, he could pump 
my pussy faster, striving for his own climax. 
 
"Come for me, Del," I whispered, pushing my hips back against his.  He 
grunted, sounding just like his father, and pushed deeply inside me, 
spurting his hot cream as he came.  His thrusts slowed and stopped, 
and he got off me all too quickly as he hurried to catch up with his 
father and brother.  I lingered in his bed, holding his pillow close, 
a sort of proxy Del.  There were still a couple of hours left before I 
had to get up, so I fell asleep in his bed, wrapped in his sheets and 
the scent of his skin. 
 
I hurried through my housework that morning, even getting a head start 
on preparing dinner so I'd have more time to spend at Julia's.  When I 
was done, I put on my shortest shorts and a tank top and biked over to 
her place, eager to spend the day with her. 
 
There as no answer at the front door.  I went around to the back of 
the house, expecting to find her in the garden.  She wasn't there, but 
there was a note pinned to the back door with my name on it.  She had 
some business to attend to in Boston and wouldn't be back until after 
the weekend, three days from now.  Crestfallen, I clutched the note as 
I sat in her garden and choked back my tears. 
 
As I rode my bike back up the road to my house, I felt so confused.  I 
loved my Papi, I loved Paco, and I really loved Del.  How could this 
woman I'd met only three days ago steal my heart like this?  I longed 
for the touch of her fingertips on my skin, her breath on my sex, her 
strawberry scent. 
 
My legs felt like lead as I trudged up the steps to our big empty 
house.  I sat on my bed, feeling sorry for myself for a while.  Then I 
had a flash of inspiration.  I headed for the sewing room. 
 
Consuela had left some fabric behind, including some bolts of 
unbleached cotton.  I pawed through her old dress patterns until I 
found one I liked, carefully tracing the pattern and cutting the 
fabric.  The old sewing machine was hard to thread, and badly in need 
of a good oiling, but I managed to get it to work.  As my legs pumped 
the treadle, I thought of Julia, picturing her on her bed as I tongued 
her to a climax. 
 
There was a vaguely pleasant feeling between my legs as I pumped the 
treadle, and I clamped my legs together to add a bit of friction while 
I worked the old machine.  I began to find it hard to concentrate and 
had to undo and redo a few stitches.  Between thinking of Julia and 
working the machine, I teetered on the edge of an orgasm the whole 
afternoon. 
 
It was a simple dress, similar to the one she wore when I first saw 
her, floaty and breezy, cool on a hot summer afternoon.  After I 
removed the last few pins and basting stitches, I took off my shorts 
and shirt and put it on, letting the gauzy material drape over my 
skin.  I imagined her wearing it, feeling the cotton brush against her 
nipples, my hands reaching underneath.  Hiking up the dress, I laid 
down on the hardwood floor and pulled the crotch of my panties aside.  
The sewing machine treadle had made me so horny that it only took a 
minute of rubbing my pussy to make me come. 
 
I lay there on the sewing room floor, wrapped in the dress I'd made 
her, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.  Even though Julia wasn't 
with me, I felt as if I'd shared something with her just then.  I 
could have fallen asleep on the floor, but instead I got up, carefully 
hand-washed the dress, and hung it up to dry. 
 
The weekend went by fast.  Ramon had netted a decent catch that week, 
so he took the weekend off, taking us into town for a movie and 
dinner.  We slept late on Sunday and spent the afternoon playing catch 
in the meadow behind the house.  We hadn't done that since leaving 
Florida, and I realized how much I missed horsing around with Del and 
Paco, just being kids like we used to be.  I felt like part of a 
family again. 
 
Still, I couldn't wait for Monday to arrive. 
 
The sound of Ramon's van pulling out of the driveway woke me up the 
next morning.  The sun was just coming up, orange and pink rays 
filtering through the trees and making my room glow like a lump of 
amber.  I took a nice, long shower, letting my hands linger over my 
soapy breasts before rinsing myself off.  There were breakfast dishes 
to wash and laundry to do, but I blew through my housework quickly, 
eager to ride over to Julia's house.  When I had finished my chores, I 
took another shower and wrapped up the dress I had made her.  I had 
added a delicate lace trim to the sleeves and neck line, and used some 
of the leftover lace to tie up the package. 
 
I put on my shortest sundress, pale pink with a pretty floral pattern, 
tied my long hair into two pigtails with some pink ribbon, tucked my 
gift under my arm, and got on my bike. 
 
Julia was in her front yard, weeding the flowerbed around her mailbox.  
When she saw me coming down the road, she smiled and waved.  I jumped 
off my bike and ran to her, giving her a big hug and a sloppy kiss.  
She took my hand and we walked around the house to her back yard, her 
private garden. 
 
"I missed you," I said, looking up into her eyes. 
 
"I missed you, too, Annie."  We kissed again, a more passionate kiss, 
full of heat and desire. 
 
"What's that you have there?" she said. 
 
I held out the gift, trying to find the right words to say, but all I 
could manage was "For you." 
 
We sat on the bench under the shade tree, my heart pounding as she 
carefully opened it. 
 
"It's beautiful," she said, holding it against her body.  "Where did 
you buy this?  It must have cost a fortune!" 
 
"I made it.  For you," I said. 
 
"How wonderful," she said, "Come, let's go inside.  I can't wait to 
try it on." 
 
We went into her house and up to her bedroom.  There was a package on 
her bed, gift wrapped and tied with a ribbon. 
 
"I picked up a little something for you when I was in Boston," she 
said.  "Don't open it just yet.  I want to try on your dress first." 
 
I sat on the edge of her bed, my heart still pounding with 
anticipation as she unbuttoned her pink oxford blouse and stepped out 
of her khaki slacks.  She reached behind her back and unclasped her 
coral pink bra before pulling the dress over her head and letting it 
fall over her tanned body.  She adjusted the neckline before looking 
in the mirror. 
 
"Oh, it's absolutely lovely!  I can't believe you made this!  I love 
these raglan sleeves, and the lace trim is so precious!"  I blushed at 
her compliments, secretly relieved that the dress actually fit her.  
One of the side seams was a bit crooked, but it was hardly noticeable. 
 
"I'm glad you like it," I said. 
 
"Like it?  I love it!"  She did a half twirl, letting the hem swirl up 
and fall back down.  She came over to the bed and took my hands in 
hers.  I stood up and we kissed again.  "Thank you, Annie.  Now, let's 
open my gift, shall we?" 
 
We both sat down on her bed, the carefully wrapped package in my lap.  
I slipped the ribbon off the package and pried open the wrapping 
paper, trying not to rip it.  Underneath was an ivory-colored box with 
a gold embossed label from an expensive boutique.  I lifted the top of 
the box and pulled away the thin tissue paper inside to reveal an 
expensive silk and lace brassiere, pale pink like the color of dawn.  
Underneath was a pair of panties that matched the bra. 
 
"Julia!  It's lovely!"  My eyes began to well up with tears as I 
hugged her. 
 
"I hope it fits, Annie.  I had to guess your size.  Let's try it on, 
shall we?" 
 
I stood up and she lifted my dress over my head, helping me undo my 
simple cotton bra and step out of my pink cotton bikini panties, 
sending shivers up my spine when her fingertips lightly grazed my 
thighs.  She held the delicate silk panties out for me to step into, 
slowly pulling them up my legs and smoothing the lace waistband.  Then 
she helped me into the bra, clasping it in the back. 
 
I stared at myself in the mirror, Julia standing behind me, her hands 
on my hips.  The bra and panty fit perfectly, but there was one thing 
wrong. 
 
"These don't look right," I said, untying the ribbons that held my 
hair in pigtails.  My hair spilled over my shoulders, and Julia 
brushed it back from my face, planting a kiss on my cheek. 
 
"You're a lovely girl turning into a beautiful young woman," Julia 
said, kissing me again.  I turned around in her arms, seeking her lips 
with my own. 
 
"Thank you, Julia.  Thank you so much," I said, kissing her again. 
 
It didn't take long for us to remove our new garments and climb into 
her bed, laying head to toe as we pleasured each other, fingertips 
gently parting labia, lips and tongues seeking the pearls of pleasure, 
hips swaying and thighs quivering.  Our songs of passion and the scent 
of our sex filled the room. 
 
"I really did miss you, Julia," I said while we were cuddling 
afterwards. 
 
"And I missed you, dear." 
 
"No, I mean I really did miss you," I repeated, looking her straight 
in the eyes.  "Julia, I..." 
 
"Shhh...," she said, putting her finger to my lips.  "I know, dear.  I 
know."  She brought my head to her breast and held me, caressing my 
hair and back as she rocked me like a baby. 
 
"Let's have some lunch, Annie.  Then we can make love all afternoon." 
 
We dined in her garden, grilled chicken salad and glasses of white 
wine.  She talked about her trip to Boston, a day of meetings with the 
board members and trustees of some charitable foundation, followed by 
a day of shopping, a Saturday night dinner party, and a stroll through 
the Museum of Fine Art that Sunday. 
 
"It sounds wonderful," I said. 
 
"I have to go to Boston again later this week.  Perhaps you'd care to 
join me?" 
 
"I'd love to," I said.  "But..." 
 
"What's wrong, dear?" 
 
"I'd have to talk to my papi first.  I'd need his permission.  He'll 
want to meet you." 
 
"Of course, darling.  I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, 
raising her glass to mine.  We finished lunch and I helped her wash 
the dishes.  Then it was back to bed. 
 
"I've never cared much for toys," Julia said, opening the top drawer 
of her dresser, "but I found a shop in Boston that specialized in this 
sort of thing and I thought you might enjoy it."  She pulled a strap-
on dildo from the drawer, a long, pink phallus attached to a harness. 
 
"Shall I go first?" she said. 
 
I helped her put it on, tightening the belts that held it to her 
loins.  There was a small pink stub on the inside that was meant to go 
inside her sex and it took a few minutes to position it properly.  I 
was about to lay back on the bed, but instead I leaned over and took 
the thick tip of the dildo in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva 
until it glistened. 
 
"You like to do that, don't you," she said.  I just smiled and nodded. 
 
I lay back on her bed, my legs apart as she positioned herself over 
me, the pink silicone cock jutting obscenely from her crotch.  She 
leaned down to kiss me as I guided her inside me, gasping as the thick 
dildo entered me. 
 
"Is it too big, dear?" Julia said. 
 
"No, no, no, it's fine.  Keep going."  I wasn't any bigger than 
Ramon's cock, and I'd taken that often enough.  I held Julia's hips, 
slowly guiding her inside me until she filled me completely.  She lay 
on top of me, our breasts pressed together as we kissed.  Then she 
began to move her hips, ever so slowly. 
 
"How is that, dear?" 
 
"Mmmm...it feels good," I whispered.  "Fuck me, please fuck me." 
 
I felt ashamed for using such coarse language around Julia.  She was 
so polite and genteel; saying "fuck" seemed like a breach of 
etiquette.  But she smiled when she heard my crude plea, and the pace 
of her thrusting increased. 
 
"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, my dear.  I'll fuck you 'til you come," 
she cooed.  Such a vulgarity sounded strange on her lips, but if her 
intention was to get me all fired up and squirming with pleasure, she 
succeeded.  I rocked my hips in time with hers as we found a steady 
rhythm that made her bed squeak like a field full of crickets. 
 
"Oh, Julia...yes...yes...," I cried as that familiar feeling began to 
gnaw at my belly.  I grabbed her bottom, pulling her closer as I 
sought my release.  The little stub inside her must have had the 
desired effect, because her movements became erratic, creating a 
little stutter with each thrust.  When I started to come, she must 
have come, too, because she fell on top of me, her thrusts getting 
shorter and faster. 
 
One disadvantage the strap-on had was that it didn't spurt inside me.  
I sort of missed that.  The feeling of a twitching cock spewing a load 
of sperm was like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence.  On 
the other hand, the big pink stick didn't soften afterwards, and when 
Julia began thrusting again, she quickly brought me to a second 
climax. 
 
"I'm sorry, dear.  These old bones are too tired to go any further," 
Julia said, pulling out of me and rolling over.  "I wish I were thirty 
years younger." 
 
"That's okay," I said, rolling over and kissing her.  "You made me 
feel so good." 
 
She smiled when she heard that, her blue eyes glistening. 
 
"Help me out of this harness.  It's your turn, my dear." 
 
It was strange to have a cock between my legs, even an artificial one.  
I stroked it as if I was masturbating myself, but the only sensation 
was the stub pressing against my clit.  So many times I had seen Del 
and Paco, even Ramon stroking their cocks; I wondered what they were 
feeling.  I knew my orgasms were more intense than a man's, but I was 
still curious.  Stroking the strap-on didn't answer any of my 
questions. 
 
I did realize one thing, however: having a cock was a powerful thing 
when there was a woman on the receiving end.  With the harness 
strapped tightly around me, I entered Julia's supine form, looking 
down to watch the progress of the pink shaft disappearing inside her.  
I started slowly, sometimes teasing her the way Ramon would tease me, 
pulling out until only the tip was within her, using short strokes to 
keep her on the edge before quenching her thirst by going deep again. 
 
Then I fucked her like Paco would, quick strokes that made her breasts 
jiggle and her thighs quiver. 
 
Again, I fucked her like my papi fucked me, with his long, steady 
thrusts that reminded me of a locomotive. 
 
And then I fucked her like Del, the corkscrew motion of my hips 
driving the strap-on against her clit with each stroke.  He never 
failed to make me cum when he did that, and it worked with Julia, 
making her weep with pleasure. 
 
"You've made me so happy," she whispered to me afterwards as we held 
each other in our arms. 
 
I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I chickened out.  Instead, I lay 
my head on her breasts and held her as she caressed me.  As we lay in 
her bed I finally realized what that perfume she wore was. 
 
It was the same as my mother's. 
 
Julia drove me back home that afternoon.  My bike was in the trunk of 
her car, a big silver Mercedes.  My old cotton bra and panties were in 
a paper bag in my lap; under my dress I wore the lingerie Julia had 
bought me.  We pulled into the driveway, the sand and shell amalgam 
crunching under the tires of the Mercedes. 
 
"Ramon isn't home yet," I said.  "But I can show you around.  Would 
you like to see the house?" 
 
"I'd love that," she said. 
 
We went inside and I put on a pot of water for tea.  I gave her a tour 
of the house, starting with the kitchen, dining room, and parlor on 
the first floor. 
 
"Is this where you made my dress?" she asked as we entered the sewing 
room on the second floor.  "That sewing machine is a museum piece!" 
 
"It works pretty good," I said, sitting down behind it and pushing the 
treadle with my feet.  I began to feel the friction between my legs 
and felt my face go flush. 
 
"Julia, I have a confession to make." 
 
"What is it, dear?"  She came over and took my hand. 
 
"When I was sewing your dress, I got so turned on just by working the 
sewing machine.  I had to rub myself afterwards," I said, looking down 
at my lap.  Julia startled me with her laughter. 
 
"My dear, that's nothing to feel ashamed about," she said, leaning 
over to kiss my forehead.  "I'd once heard that seamstresses would 
gratify themselves by working a sewing machine's treadle, but I never 
thought it was really true."  We both laughed about it and I had Julia 
sit down at the machine to feel it for herself. 
 
"I was wearing the dress when I came," I whispered.  She seemed 
particularly aroused by this and pulled me into her lap for a long, 
deep kiss, her hands roaming under my short dress. 
 
"Then it was truly a labor of love," she said.  We began to kiss again 
but the kettle in the kitchen started whistling.  We broke off our 
kiss for our tea.  I wanted to show her my bedroom, perhaps share a 
quick bit of love on my bed, but Ramon's van pulled into the driveway. 
 
I introduced her to Ramon, Del, and Paco.  She seemed to be charmed by 
my brothers, especially Paco.  Ramon even warmed to her, inviting her 
to stay for dinner.   She politely declined, which was a relief to me 
because tonight we were having leftovers.  I'd have preferred to spend 
all day making a special dinner, serving it on my mother's best china, 
just for her. 
 
I felt like jumping for joy when Ramon gave me permission to go to 
Boston with Julia.  I hugged him and then walked with Julia out to her 
car, stealing a quick kiss behind Ramon's van.  I watched her drive 
off and went back inside to throw dinner in the oven. 
 
"She's a nice lady," Ramon said.  We were lying together in his bed 
after dinner, having just made love.  Ramon held me from behind, his 
sticky cock nestled between my cheeks, his semen oozing down my 
thighs. 
 
"Yes, she is," I said. 
 
"Is she the one who bought you those fancy undies?" he said.  My new 
bra and panties were draped on the bed post. 
 
"Yes.  Aren't they pretty?" 
 
Ramon kissed my neck.  "I'm sharing you with her, right?" 
 
My heart froze in my chest. 
 
"Is...is that a problem?" 
 
"No," he said.  "It is good for a girl to have a woman in her life." 
 
I turned around in his arms and kissed him. 
 
"Thank you, Papi," I whispered, reaching down to stroke his hardening 
cock.  This time I was on top, riding him to another orgasm before we 
fell asleep together. 
 
 
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