"Julia"

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	When my parents broke up my mom and I moved out to California and I started high school with a bunch of kids I didn't know. The first year was pretty awful and I longed to move back home to North Carolina with my dad. My mom had been awarded full custody of me since the judge didn't like my dad much. See, my dad is a lawyer and he and the judge were not exactly friends. Over the course of the year my father appealed the judges' decision and failed each time as my mom kept being ruled a fit mom who kept an eye on me. 
	It was one time when my mom was telling me how easy it was to win these appeals because, "You're a good girl, Julia!", that I began to consider a way to get back home.
	There was a guy who lived in the apartment across from us who was a writer and he was always home all the time. He was kind of cute in a geeky Brad Pitt sort of way although he was pretty old (mom said he was thirty-eight) and he was always nice to me. 
	A day or so after my idea hatched he was walking in from the grocery store when I was coming in from school.

	"Hi!" I said to him, hoping for a response that was more than just a courtesy.

	"Hey." He looked up at me and kept going. 

	I took a chance. "So, uh, what do you write about all the time?"

	He stopped and looked at me. "Umm, just stories, I guess. Human interest stuff for magazines and stuff. Nothing you'd be interested in." 

	"No, really, I'd love to read them sometime." I lied. I read 'People' and 'Us' and I always watch a movie instead of reading the book. 

	"Really?" He stopped and actually looked at me. "Ask your mom if it's okay and you can come up sometime and maybe check things out."

	And that started a new friendship that spilled on into my sophomore year of high school. A lot of the days I'd get home from school I'd dump my bags and change out of my uniform and get into my grubbies and head over to David's and settle into reading whatever story he was currently working on. We'd chat and talk about things like his relationships and the boys back home I liked and the boys in California I hated and we'd talk about my mom and my dad. 

	I guess it was Thanksgiving when the judge denied my dad's request to let him see me for the holiday that I kind of broke down with David. I came home from school and heard the message on the answering machine from mom's lawyer and I just burst into tears. I just ran over to David's and fell into his arms crying.

	"Julia, what's wrong, hon?" 

	My tears were soaking his t-shirt. "My mom is RUINING my life. The stupid judge won't let me go home to see my dad because I'm being so good with my mom and they think she's all so great and I just want to go home!" And then I soaked his shirt some more. 

	"There's nothing wrong with being so good, sweetie..." He was about to continue and compfort me, I'm sure and I just blurted out what had been on my mind for some time.

	"I know what I'm going to do, I'll get pregnant by one of the jocks and then they'll let me go home when they see what a screw up my mom is!" 

	That led to a serious conversation about jerk boys and STD's and the really serious fact that a pregnancy would lead to a baby which would be a lifetime commitment. I argued back that my dad was a lawyer and could afford to take care of a grandchild and myself until I got through with college someday and that everything would be fine once I got back home. 
	Over the next few weeks I told David about the boys at school I was thinking of and which ones were good candidates to do what what I wanted and every time I'd talk about them he'd just shake his head in disapproval. 

	The week before Christmas my mom announced she'd have to go to New York City for a couple days for a corporate meeting and a Christmas party and that I'd have to stay at the apartment by myself while she was gone and that she trusted me to be good. She dropped me off at school the next morning and then headed off to the airport. In the excitement I'd forgotten the weather was going to turn and by the time school let out it was pouring and my coat was hanging in the closet at home. When I finally made it home my white blouse was soaked and my plaid skirt was dripping into my shoes. I looked awful. And I was also starting to shiver from the cold. That was when things got even worse. I remembered that mom had taken me to school and locked the door so I forgot my keys! I peered in through the kitchen window and there they were sitting on the counter where I'd left them. 
	I had no choice but to go over to David's. I hated the thought of him seeing me soaked and dressed in that stupid little schoolgirl outfit but I had no choice unless I wanted to freeze to death. I knocked on his door and figured it would be my luck if he were gone, too. 

	"Julia! What are doing? Get in out of the rain!" David ushered me into his warm, dry apartment and I soon related to him the events of the day. It was after four and the locksmiths were all gone for the holiday and none of them answered their phones when David called. The apartment manager was gone, too, so the master key was also out of the question to get me into my home. 

	"You have your mom's cell number?" He asked. I gave it to him. 

	"Cathy, hi, it's David from across the way." I got to hear half the conversation. 

	"No, nothing's wrong with Julia, just she locked herself out and we won't get anyone out here with a key until tomorrow."

	"Yeah, exactly." He looked at me when he said this and I wondered what had been said on the other end. 

	Then he just sat there and listened for a bit.

	"Here? Yeah, I guess I can put her on the sofa for the night, sure." He took the phone away from his ear and handed it to me.

	"Your mom wants to talk to you." And then he left the room while my mom and I talked and she asked me if I was comfortable with David and I told her I was and that everything would be fine. With the assurances of my comfort and safety made she let me go and I hung up the phone.

	David came back out from wherever he'd been. "Okay, the shower is all set. Go in the bathroom and give me your clothes so I can get them down to the laundry room and dry them up for you." I hesitated for a second. "Go on, you need to get warmed up."

	I went into his very guy-like bathroom and started the shower and then peeled off my very wet clothes and felt kind of weird being naked in David's apartment and about to hand him all of my clothes. I thought about it for a little bit and then heard a knock on the door.

	"Your clothes aren't getting any drier." There was a chuckle in his voice. 

	I opened the door just enough to hand my clothes out to him and I felt a little electricity as his hand brushed against mine ever so briefly. 

	"You okay in there?"

	"Yeah. I'm fine." I was naked in his bathroom and I just handed him my clothes! Guys just never understand this kind of thing, do they?

	"All right, I'll be back when they're dry so take your time and warm up. There's a bathrobe in the hall closet out here you can use when you're done." 

	I didn't waste any time getting into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful as it cascaded over my cold scalp and ran down my body to warm up my frozen toes. His soap was a deodorant kind and I went ahead and used it and then got some of his shampoo going on my hair and then failed in my search for conditioner. I lingered in the warm water for a good half an hour before I shut off the flow and grabbed a nice, plush bath towel to dry off. Shortly after I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out to get the bathrobe and then quickly retreated to the warmth and security of the bathroom. I hung up the towel to let it dry and then pulled on the bathrobe. It smelled new and it was so big that it hung down to my feet. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that I liked the look. The big white bathrobe made me look like a princess. With that I grabbed his blow drier and went to work making myself look a little more normal. 

	When I came out of the bathroom I was still alone and didn't know what else to do so I sat on his couch and grabbed his remote. When the TV came to life there was a porn channel on and this couple was doing, well, what couples do, and being as I had never seen this before I was pretty fascinated. They did some pretty interesting things, too!

	"Uh, I don't think you should be watching that!" I hadn't noticed him come in. 

	"Ooops. Sorry. It was the only thing on." I gave him a big smile. "Do you watch this stuff all the time?"

	"No," he stammered a bit, "I never watch that. Of course not." He blushed. 

	"Then why was the TV set to that channel?" I had to have a little fun. 

	"Julia, you ask too many questions." David reached for the remote and I impishly tucked into the bathrobe. 

	"Now whatcha gonna do?" I was tempted to stick my toungue out at him to really act like a brat!

	He shook his head. "I guess we're going to watch some porn, then. I need a beer." And with that he turned and went to the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and that was followed by the unmistakable sound of a bottle of beer being opened. He came back out and sat on the other end of the sofa from me. 

	"So, Julia, is there a reason you just have to watch this?" He gestured at the couple in the middle of something I don't think I've ever heard of before. 

	"I have questions and here's some answers. So I'm watching." I gathered up the robe and curled up to watch. 

	"Fine." He chugged at the beer. 

	The next hour or so was spent watching the various couples do various things and then it was into threesomes and foursomes and then even some lesbian stuff. I'd asked David for a beer and he declined and cited my age and I pouted about it and told him the kids at school drank beer all the time and he reminded me that this wasn't about them. It occured to me that my nice dry clothes were folded up and sitting on the kitchen counter and I was just sitting here in a bathrobe. I stole a glance at David and he wasn't paying me any attention at all. More time went by and more writhing bodies were displayed in the screen. David got up at one point and made a phone call before coming back to sit with me again and not long after that a pizza was delivered and I smiled at the pizza guy as David fumbled for his change. The pizza guy was trying hard not to stare at me and I opened the robe a bit to show some cleavage and the perv just stared right at me as he went out the door. 

	"Julia! What the hell am I going to do if that kid calls the cops? You're just a kid for Christ's sake!"

	I smiled and acted as sexy as I could, "Maybe he liked what he saw?" 

	"Shit. Just behave yourself, okay? And another thing," he snatched the remote from me and clicked it and changed the station, "that's enough porn for one night. Now go get some pizza and eat your dinner before it gets cold." 

	The rest of the evening went by with us watching mindless crap on TV and then when the headlines on the ten o'clock news went by David got up and went off down the hallway. I heard him brushing his teeth and then he was in his room. He came back out in shorts and a t-shirt and in his arms was some bedding stuff. 

	"Get up, I need to get this ready."

	"Okay." 

	And then he very neatly made the sofa into a comfy looking bad for the night that even my Martha Stewart mom would approve of. 

	"All right, you're sleeping in my bed tonight and I'm out here," he clicked the TV off, " and there's stuff in the bathroom for you to clean up with so go do your thing and then hit the sheets."

	I batted my eyes at him. "David, you could sleep with me you know?" 

	He looked at his feet and then at me, "Julia, some day you'll realize that you don't say things like that to a single man who just spent an evening watching porn while you've got nothing on under that robe. Now go to bed, " he drew in a breath for emphasis, "please."

	"Okay, then. Good night." And then I walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. 

	Just as I was closing the door I raised my voice and spoke down the hall, "But you know where I am in case you change your mind!" 

	I heard him start to say something and then his light went out. I let the door close and then found myself wondering what to wear to bed and decided to just go naked and enjoy the thrill of being naked in a man's bed. I dropped my robe and slid into the covers and smelled his scent in them despite the fresh smell of the laundry detergent. My thoughts drifted to the porn that I'd seen earlier and the things the people were doing and I wondered what it must be like for them as I drifted off to sleep. 

	I woke up with a start in the dark as the bedroom door opened. I must've shrieked a bit.

	"Shhh, Julia, it's just me." It was David. I was in his bed. It took me a moment to orient myself and realize I wasn't at home. 

	"Oh, yeah, David...what's up?"

	He didn't say anything. 

	I sat up a little in the darkness, "David, what's going on?"

	"Julia, were you serious about what you said?"

	I thought for a second. What did I say?

	"I don't know, about what?

	He drew in a breath. "Do you still want me to sleep in here? With you?"

	It was one of those moments wher I had a lot of thoughs in a little time. 

	"Yes." I squeaked. 

	I heard him undress himself and then the cold air came in at me as he lifted the sheets and scooted in next to me. His bare leg touched mine and I jumped. 

	"Julia, I'd been thinking about you all night and I know this is so wrong on so many levels, but I wanted to be in here with you."

	He leaned in and kissed me. Johnny Roselli had kissed me in sixth grade, but it was nothing like this. 

	I could see his eyes in the darkness as he pulled back to talk to me. "I was thinking about you with one of those boys at your school and then I saw you tonight and realized I didn't want your first time with some idiot."
	
	I had just been playing with David until he came into the room and now I realized that he was the answer to my problem of getting back home. 

	"I didn't think you were interested."

	He laughed a little, "Julia, I've dreamed of having you since you and your mom moved in here. I just can't believe you're finally in my bed asking for me. You are asking for me, right?"

	He'd been thinking of me all this time? I almost said no and realized this had to happen. 

	"Yes, um, I'm asking for you." 

	He pulled back the sheets and I instantly covered my breasts with my hands as he leaned in and kissed me ever so softly. We kissed for a very long time as he stroked my body all over with his hands. He explored the lengths of my legs and lingered his touch upon my ankles before kissing and adoring his way back up my naked body. Eventually, I allowed myself to relax and then his hands sought out my soft breasts and I swooned as he leaned down and kissed one of them. I can't say how long this went on as he explored me all over and even drifted his hand to my pussy as we kissed. 
	It surprised me a little when one of his legs went between mine and I felt his hardness up against my thigh for the first time. I realized I was about to lose my virginity and his hard thing pressing at me would soon be pressing in me. Fear began to well up a little and I tensed.

	"You changing your mind? You can stop if you want to, Julia. I mean it." 

	I ran my hand down his side to his bare ass. "No, just...enjoyng this is all." 

	"Good." And with that we went back to kissing and feeling and probing. He had both hands on the sides of my face as he kissed me and then a hand went down to my leg and pushed at it. I went along with him and spread my legs out and then he rolled on top of me. His cock was pressed up against my pussy and I could feel it slipping along its lenght between my pussy lips and it was magical. 

	He stopped moving on me.

	"Julia, once we start I won't stop, I promise you. This is going to change your life forever and we can't undo it once it's done, okay?"

	"Yes. I know."

	He looked at me seriously, "Do you want to stop?"

	"No. Please..." He had to get on with it before I really DID change my mind!

	And he did. I guess I expected a ceremony with a brass band or something when I lost my virginity but here I was in David's bed and here he was on top of me and he went right to making a woman out of me. He pulled away from me a little and then I felt his cock poking at me down there a few times and then I suddenly felt a fullness as he pushed into me. 

	"Slowly!" I whispered. 

	He pulled back and I felt myself push him out and then he pushed back in, but slower than the first time. I'd expected to feel pain as he entered me but it was just this enveloping fullness as he slowly and achingly filled my body with his. We went at it like this for a while as each stroke of his into me probed deeper and deeper until finally I felt his body snug against mine. I wasn't a virgin any more. I didn't feel like any of the women in the porn movies as David moved himself inside of me, it wasn't like I was filled with erotic energy, I was just marvelling at this man who was on top of me and inside of me all at the same time. 
	He closed his lips over mine and we kissed as his body slowly moved into a rhythmic thrusting in and out of my own. In that moment I realized that this was something that I had actually craved and needed, to have a man transform me into a sexual creature. I let myself go and let each new thrust of his stir my soul into a frenzy of expanding passion and I soon felt myself pushing my hips at him to meet his thrusts. A certain new sensation took bloom in the petals of my recently chaste self and my passion took on a need. David felt it in me and his thrusting took on an earnest and deliberate aspect that seemed to respond to the need I was encouraging. 
	I found myself in fear of this sensation and unequivocly drawn to see it through. I had no argument when David's tongue slipped into my mouth and tangled with my own. The kissing and thrusting and bare skin on bare skin brought me to a precipice that I'd been seeking all my life, it seemed. Every part of my being felt wrapped up in the moment as I shuddered and felt the glories of Heaven itself race across me and through me as my first orgasm racked my petite frame. 
	He kissed me gently on the cheek amd I knew he'd understood what had just happened for me, but still, he continued thrusting himself into me and I found myself feeling what can only be described as aftershocks of the passion that had shaken my universe. 
	My passion slowly abated and I relaxed into simply enjoying the warmth and attention of the man astride me. My ears caught the sounds that I realized were the creation of our lovemaking. The bedsprings creaked their approval and the wet sounds of our bodies joining and retreating evoked mental images of his cock slipping in and out of my pussy and I could only imagine what my body must look like impaled upon his wonderful member. 
	Fear rose again in me as the release of my orgasm cleared my head and I began to dwell on the reality of what was yet to happen. David was thrusting into me relentlessly with the intention of filling me with come. My fertile womb was to become the recipient of his sperm laden come and then it would seek out my womb and impregnate me. I wondered if perhaps this was a bad idea and I tensed up a bit. 
	David's thrusting and probing of my body continued with passionate deliberation as I considered how I could ask him to stop at this point, so far along into his own release. I squeezed and hugged him tight as if to slow him and he only answered with a thrust deeper into my body than ever before and I quaked a little as I felt his cock touch something deep inside me that had never been touched before. I wanted him to stop, to at least slow down and let me think but this new sensation caused me to spread my legs to allow him to do it again, and what bliss it was when he did! 
	The feeling became electric as another wave of pleasure began to crest in my depths and his pace slowed and his thrusts went deeper in answer to my need. I heard myself moan as the fireworks of the orgasmic explosion held my body and soul in thrall and swept away my fears with a shockwave of carnal need. I couldn't find the will to stop him as he suddenly began to breathe deeply and his stroking lost it's rhythm to become more desperate. I felt him swell within me and I instinctively knew what was to happen. 
	A moment of clarity came over me and I tried to back away from his lovely tool in a futile effort to dislodge him. His need was greater than my fears and I realized that what I had started would be finished. The inevitability of the moment gave me a freedom from myself and I surrendered and lost control as a deep need within myself manifested and screamed for this man to be even deeper in my body...it went beyond a need, it became a demand. 
	I lost control as his hands sought my rear end and held me tight as he plunged into me over and over with a fury that knocked me about on the bed like a ship at sea in a hurricane. I had no questions left. I had no control left. I surrendered myself to passion and the knowledge that this man was about to come in me and there was nothing I could...nothing I wanted to do about it.
	David suddenly slowed down and kissed me softly and totally as I felt the eruption start deep within his body. I felt his balls move on their own across my sensitive pussy as spasms deep within his body began to complete the mating we'd begun. He drew in a sharp breath and drove himself into me so hard I cried and buried my face into his shoulder. For the first time in my life I felt his warmth and wetness spreading inside my body and then he released into me again and pushed harder against me, holding himself as deep as he could to pour his sperm into my womb. 
	I had been gloriously and completely filled and there was no turning back as I imagined his sperm travelling into my womb on a desperate mission to make me a mother. We lay in each other's arms and he occasionally thrust into me and I'd feel him spurt just a little more of his come. 
	The night had only just begun, I found, as David filled me twice more into the early hours of the day and then again with the sunrise. My fears cast away with his first seeding I embraced him each time there after with a fervour equal to his own and I opened my body to him each time with a need to feel his seed pouring into me. 

	The morning found me sore and wasted from the night's exertions and I found myself alone in the bed as David was in the shower. My hand wandered down to my pussy that had only been so pure and chaste the day before and now was experienced beyond my years. I felt the moisture down there and the sticky, dampness of my thighs that betrayed the fact that a man had been with me. All too soon, David was out of the shower and he seemed so adult again as he ordered me into it to clean up. 

	By the time I was out of the shower he'd already been to the apartment manager's office to have them open up my apartment for me. I dressed myself and absently went to kiss David and he directed the kiss to his cheek as there were prying eyes about that he didn't want to answer to. My mother called shortly after I was home and I told her that David was a lovely host and quite the gentleman and that I'd slept in his bed all night as he had taken the couch. My mother gave me strict instructions to stay home as she would not be back until later the next day and I smiled as she said this. I hung up the phone and then noticed out the kitchen window as David got into his car and drove away. It was probably for the best, I thought, that he should be away from me right then although I truly missed him at that point. 

	That evening he came home and slipped up to his apartment without bothering to check on me and I decided to just go see what was up. First, I dressed myself in just my favorite flannel shorts and a tank top and then I rightly remembered my keys and let myself out to go to his apartment. Barefoot, I padded up the concrete steps and then knocked on his door.

	"Julia! Hi, I wasn't expecting you. How're you doing?"

	He acted as if the night before was a dream of mine.

	"I'm doing fine, and how're you doing?" I reached for him and kissed him and that was all it took. My tank top was soon off of my head and my shorts soon joined them on the floor. I forget what else we'd said as we kissed our way back to his bedroom as I was just lost in chasing after the joys of the night before. We laughed and kissed and explored when we first got under the covers and then he got serious and mounted me to begin another night of passion. It was uncomfortable at first as the soreness of my body rebelled against the intruder and then he impatiently filled me with his seed which soothed the soreness and made the rest of the night's activities most pleasurable.  

	When my mother came home the next afternoon I had our apartment cleaned up and as she hugged me and kissed me I wondered if she knew there was anything different about me. She didn't seem to notice that her daughter had become a woman over the past few days and she had no idea that my body was still swimming with the sperm David had so helpfully and wonderfully provided to me. 

	It was three weeks later when I decided to buy a pregnancy test. I'd gone to the druggist after school and tried to act as if the test was for my mom, but I'm sure the druggist had seen his share of school girls who'd had a scare. I wasn't fooling him. When I got home I followed the directions and then took the test up to David's to have him tell me the results. He took me in and sat me on his couch and then read the directions for the test, looked at the indicator, read the directions again, and then looked at the indicator again. Then he looked at me.

	"I hope this is good news for you, Julia." He drew in a breath and looked down at his feet before looking me in the eye.

	"Looks like you're going to be a mommy." 

	As much as I'd wanted this as an answer to my situation I suddenly felt very scared and alone. David sat next to me and we hugged and cried and then kissed and then I was naked and so was he. In a blur we were making love again and repeating where we had started not even a month before. 

	"Can't make things any worse!" He said as he smiled at me and came in me for the first time that afternoon. 

	I waited until I'd started to show before telling my mom I was pregnant. I didn't want her telling me to get an abortion and she didn't. She did cry, though, later that night in her room and I went to her and we cried together. 

	The next month I was stepping off of a plane in Charlotte and my dad ran up to me and hugged me and took me home. 

	It is now a lot of years later and my little boy, David, is entering sixth grade and I'm a junior partner at my father's law firm. I'd never confessed who David's father was due to the legal ramifications but when I became a lawyer I tried to track down the father of my child to see what he was up to. It turned out that the name he'd rented the apartment under wasn't a real name and I realized that I'd never find him. All I have is the memory and my son and I do thank him for that whatever his name really is.