“That helped,” I said, leaving off my shoes and stepping over her discarded jacket.
“What did?” She slid up onto the arm of a big, cushy chair, unbuckling the little straps on her heels and letting them clatter to the floor. “Oh, you mean this?” Her fingers worked the buttons on her blouse, pulling it free of her skirt to get the lower ones. Her blouse was sheer and black, her bra the clear decoration beneath. She stood and let her shirt drop to the floor too, and went to work on her bra. “Is this helping get your mind back on…things?”
“More than my mind…”
The bra joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor and I stared as her breasts bounced free, their small, dark nipples already hard.
“Unzip me?” Julie turned, bending over the arm of the chair. Their cat-he was named something-Seymour? Simon? I couldn’t remember-jumped up into the chair and mewed at her. She pet him, cooing and making soft noises that made my cock jump. I moved closer, running my hand along the smooth curve of her back as I slowly worked the zipper of her skirt down. She had a terrific set of arse antlers on her lower back, a tattoo like black lightning that met in the middle to form a heart-shape. I hadn’t noticed it the first time we were together in my bedroom in the dark, but we’d managed to find other times this week to fuck like bunnies, squeezing it in between her work schedule and her flatmate’s. I’d only seen Joanna a few times-a startling shock, since they were identical twins. But Joanna didn’t have that hot tattoo on her back where Jules did.
If she was wearing knickers-and you never knew with Julie-I thought they would be black. Instead, they were white cotton with a little lace edge, quite prim. They made me smile. It was somehow even more alluring, those little girl-like panties underneath all the sexy outerwear. I slid her skirt down her slim hips, watching it pool at her feet.
“Nice knickers.” I pulled them down to reveal all of her tattoo. Damn, that was hot.
“You like ’em?” Julie hooked her thumbs in and pulled them all the way off, turning and letting them dangle from her finger. “You can have ’em!”
I laughed as she tucked them into my jacket pocket, pressing herself against me. She was completely naked and my cock was uncomfortably hard as I grabbed onto her arse and pulled her close.
“Well, you’ve succeeded.” I took her hand and placed it over my crotch, letting her feel how hard her little striptease had made me.
“I said I wanted your mind back.” Julie giggled, squeezing the length of my cock through my trousers and making me jump. “Oh wait! I guess I did succeed, didn’t I?”
I snorted. “All men think with their dicks, is that it?”
“What are you thinking now?” She sank slowly to her knees in front of me, letting every inch of her naked body rake down my fully clothed front and I watched her, feeling dizzy with lust. She unzipped me quickly and I was in her hand before I could even take another breath.
“Thinking?”
She giggled again and then ran the tip of her tongue around the head of my aching cock, making me groan. We’d squared away the sucks-like-a-Hoover issue on our second “date”-and she had made great progress in the blowjob department since. I loved the way she looked up at me when she did it, stopping now and then to ask, “Like this?” or “Good?”
All I could manage to respond was, “Fantastic! Fucking fantastic!” closing my eyes and letting the pleasure take me completely out of myself. She was actually making my knees weak!
“Jules,” I gasped, pulling my cock out of her grasp. “I need to sit down or I’m going to collapse!”
She laughed and pushed me back toward the chair. I shrugged off my jacket and stepped out of my trousers on the way while she followed me on her knees. Her mouth seemed to follow my cock and she latched on the moment I sat down, working up and down with a fervor that was going to make me blow way too soon for my liking.
“Wait.” I reached for her, pulling her up so I could kiss her. I could taste myself in her mouth as she splayed herself between my legs. I couldn’t help grabbing her arse and grinding my cock against her belly as we kissed. Julie wriggled and moaned when I spread her open with my hands.
“You didn’t like my mouth?” she whispered, sucking on my neck-damn, she had a hard suck! I was going to have love bites in the morning. If she could only learn to use her powers for good!
“I love your mouth.” I kissed her again, sucking at her lips, running my tongue along the sweet open flesh of her mouth. “But my cock is in the mood for some…brain food.”
She giggled at my attempt at a joke, my fingers eagerly probing, her pussy hair soft and curly, giving way to the wetness beneath. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to be buried inside her.
“Come on, luv,” I urged, helping her up so she was fully in my lap, straddling me. “Give my poor cock some nourishment.”
“Only if you promise to give my little clitty some too.” She smiled again as she positioned herself, her hair a dark curtain around us as she grabbed hold and aimed me. I was falling in love with that smile.
“You couldn’t keep my hands off it if you tried,” I murmured as she sank down onto the length of my cock-fuck, that was good! Her breasts swayed slightly as she began to rock, balancing herself on the arms of the chair-they were ripe and luscious and I wanted to cup them but I restrained myself, using one hand on her hip to steady her and the other to find and focus on her clit.
“Ohhh yes.” Her eyes closed, her hips pushing forward, making my cock shift to a delicious angle inside of her. “Rub it faster, Davey…faster…”
Hearing her call me Davey made me instantly think of Dawn and I didn’t want to go there. I tried closing my eyes against it, but that brought her nearer-I could see Dawn’s eyes glinting, the turn of her mouth and that mischievous smile. I’m not fucking Dawn. I said it over and over in my head. Not Dawn. Julie. Julie. Julie.
“Julie!” I grabbed her hips, surprising her I think. She was catching a good rhythm and losing herself and I had stopped that. “I…my…” What the hell was I going to say? Stop, because I keep thinking you’re someone else? Christ! “I’m getting a cramp…can we…?”
“Oh!” She moved off me quickly, still startled, looking like she didn’t know where to go, what to do, whether she should kneel or stand. She crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip, and looked at me. I realized I was supposed to have a cramp and started rubbing my thigh.
“How about the bedroom?” I suggested, standing too, and pulling her against me. She looked so awkward and alone, and I wanted one of us, at least, to feel at ease. “Soft bed…soft music…soft skin…”
She grinned, reaching down to grasp my length. “As long as I get a hard cock.”
“One hundred percent guaranteed.”
“I’ll meet you in my room.” She kissed me softly on the cheek. “I have to use the loo.”
Her room was twice the size of mine with a bed big enough for three. I turned on a lamp sitting on the nightstand, tossed my shirt aside and flopped on. I heard the sound of water running in the washroom next door and wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if she was thinking about what I was thinking. Hell, I didn’t even want to be thinking what I was thinking.
I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, willing Julie to come back, because I was afraid to be with my own thoughts. I kept seeing the disappointment on Dawn’s face when I left, the strangely catatonic look in Mum’s eyes as I passed by. The guilt filling my chest threatened to choke me and I wanted to throw open a window and yell until my lungs felt free of it. I felt some sort of huge pressure, something weighing me down. It felt like everyone wanted a piece of me, wanted me to be something or do something for them. My head hurt. It felt like it was going to explode.