“Hey, luv.” Julie sat on the edge of the bed on the other side. She had put on a t-shirt, a long one with Betty Boop on the front. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I stared at her, feeling a lump growing in my throat. “About how I keep all my brains in my dick, you mean?”
“I suppose.” She smiled when she turned to look at me, but it wasn’t the Julie smile I’d come to recognize. It was sadder, and full of a deeper understanding than I’d experienced with anyone I’d ever known. “She told me, David.”
My heart stopped. Literally fucking stopped. “Who…what?”
“Dawn.” Julie sighed, crawling up next to me and resting her head on the pillow beside mine.
I didn’t want to know. I asked anyway. “She told you…what?”
“She told me she was fucking you.”
“Oh Christ.” I covered my eyes with my arm, my stomach lurching. This couldn’t be happening. What in the hell was Dawn thinking?
“And she told me to leave you alone.”
“Oh…god…” I remembered my jealousy about Ken, how I’d fantasized about killing him. Had Dawn really felt the same? “You must think…”
She touched my arm. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
She was. The woman knew the worst possible thing I’d ever done (it isn’t, it isn’t, you love her, you know you do, admit it, you love her and it isn’t just a sisterly sort of love) and still she was here. The next question that came to me made me sad: Why?
So now I was judging Julie for not judging me? What was wrong with me?
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure who I was apologizing to-her, me or…everyone.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked again.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t we just lie here, then?” She reached over me and turned out the light, snuggling up to my side. Her breath smelled like toothpaste and I realized she’d brushed her teeth.
”All right.”
“Things might look different in the morning.”
Morning? That was my last thought before I drifted off.
* * * *
It wasn’t quite dawn yet when I woke from terribly conflicted dreams filled with painfully archetypal unseen monsters and long quests. I knew immediately I wasn’t home in my bed, but for a moment I forgot everything entirely, the disorienting feeling of being in nothing, lost, not knowing where or even who I was, completely overwhelming. Then I felt her shift beside me, her breath against my shoulder, her arm folded in behind me like a soft wing, and I remembered-Julie.
“Morning, sexy.” Her arm unfolded and she slid a hand down my belly.
I swallowed, afraid of my own voice. “How can you even look at me?”
”How could I not?” Her hand snuck slowly south, petting my skin, making me shiver. “You’re a mighty fine sight in my bed in the morning.”
I blinked, stunned. “You’re quite something.”
“Thank you.” Her hand moved lower, finding me at a quarter-mast-I was always at least a little hard in the morning. “Now, I think I remember someone promising me a hard cock and a little attention on a certain part of my anatomy…”
“That’s right, isn’t it?” I turned and kissed her, trying to put every grateful feeling I had into that kiss. She arched and sighed and pressed her naked thigh between mine, like the slide of satin, her breasts full against my chest.
”I dreamed about fucking you,” she whispered, her hands in my hair, leading me-as if I needed leading-to the rising mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were hard already and I licked and sucked them, listening to her moan as she told me about her dream. “I was bent over the kitchen table and you were spanking me, telling me what a bad girl I was.” The thought made my cock spring to full attention and I traced faster circles with my tongue around her nipple. “And every time you spanked my bottom, I felt it in my pussy.”
I groaned, slipping my hand down to her mound, rocking it over the fullness of her pussy. She moaned too, getting a little more breathless, but she didn’t stop telling me.
“You kept saying I needed to be punished,” she murmured, pressing with her hips against my hand, begging with her body for more. “And then you spread my legs and put your cock inside me.”
That thought had my cock throbbing and I reached a hand down to quell the ache a little.
She didn’t stop. “You fucked me hard, right from the first.” Julie sighed and opened wider when my fingers found their way through her wet, pink flesh, parting the dark, curly hair and probing. “And every time you…oh!” My fingers slid in deep and she shuddered, clutching me. “Every time you shoved into me, you said ‘Bad!’… mmmmm… like that…” She moved her hips in circles, her pussy squeezing my fingers. “Just like that… you kept saying, ‘bad, bad, bad’…”
“I’m the bad one,” I confessed, feeling somehow connected to her dream. Had I been punishing her somehow for what I had done with Dawn? “Julie, I wish she hadn’t told you…”
“I’m glad she told me,” she insisted, putting her hand over mine between her thighs. “I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”
“Christ!” I shook my head, blinking at her. “This isn’t a secret, it’s a… betrayal. Don’t you feel betrayed?”
“No.” She rocked, rocked, her eyes half-closed. “Our future starts now, not then.”
“You don’t find me a horrible person?”
“Rather not…” She smiled. “I just want to know one thing.” I knew what the question was and I didn’t want to answer it. I was afraid of my response. “Do you want to keep on with her?”
Fuck. Did I? My head was filled with Dawn’s mischievous smile, her full hips, her nasty talk and hot fucking ways…
“No.” I lied. I lied and tried to make myself believe the lie. “I don’t want her.” The truth was a little deeper than that. I can’t have her. “Especially with you in my bed.”
“My bed,” she reminded me. “But I don’t see why it can’t be yours too.”
I understood immediately what she was proposing. “What about your roommate?”
“My roommate’s easy…in every sense of the word.” Julie smiled, leaning in to whisper into my ear. “And she bats for both sides…”
It took me a moment to understand the full meaning of what she was saying. Joanna liked fillies as well as blokes? My eyes widened and I stared. I was gob smacked.
“Yes,” Julie nodded, her eyes bright, her hand still rocking over mine, driving my fingers into her wetness, and I knew she was answering my unasked question, not just exclaiming over the sensation between her legs. Feeling stunned, my cock harder than it had ever been in my life, I slid between her thighs to reward her for her understanding, her acceptance. I licked her pussy like I was begging for absolution, seeking redemption, and in part, I was.
“Oh yes, yes!” she murmured, reaching down to spread her lips wide so I could delve deep with my tongue, my nose rubbing against the nub of her clit. Her taste was darker, stronger-god, I didn’t want to keep comparing them. I shoved the thought out of my head, just focusing on her clit, watching her belly undulate as her hips rolled, her hands cupping her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. My cock pressed hard against the bedclothes and I fucked them slowly, watching her and imagining my cock sliding into the wetness my fingers were probing.
“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s it! That’s so fucking it!” Her hips shot up against my mouth and I had to grab her with both hands, lashing my tongue over her pussy with great fervor, working hard for her come, wanting it, and she gave it to me in hot, rolling waves, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. She came down slowly, whispering, “Oh… oh… ohhh,” her head going back and forth on the pillow. I was dizzy with lust, blind with it, and I sucked my fingers, drenched in her juices.
“I want to fuck you,” I told her, grabbing her hips and rolling her quickly to her belly. I wanted to see that tattoo, watch it while she fucked back against my aching cock. She gasped but acquiesced, lifting her arse in the air, using two fingers from underneath to spread her lips, showing me the way-but my cock already knew. I let him lead, closing my eyes and just driving forward, finding that sweet, wet hole and thrusting deep.