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m reader x julie // 21k words
Thereâs always going to be that one occurrence in your lifetime. Where, even when all possibilities of it happening just doesnât seem to line up, still does.Â
âItâs been a while, hasnât it?âÂ
Doomed to regret, or relieved of the fact that youâre given a chance after waiting for who really knows how long, it all arrives in the same fashion. Youâre pretty certain that things like these transpire for a reason; and sometimes, the best part about this mystery is whatâs to come after.Â
Truth be told, itâs an unexplainable miracle how Julie still remembers you after all these years.Â
Okay, that statement itself might be an over exaggeration, and itâs been roughly about five years? Maybe seven? Shit, it might be even eight or more. The game of life doesnât have time for someone like you to stand idly, dozing off and unbothered like thatâs how you want things to be.Â
Nonetheless, you analogized this to your circle of friends about how you and Julie are like parallel lines: destined to be side by side, never to cross each other's paths to meet in the middle. Youâve convinced yourself long ago there would never be any form of instance crossing past that line of being in love with her, ever. Despite what everyone says otherwise, the teasing never stopped; a recurrence every once in a while with your high school friends (and hey, itâs not your fault that you tense up at the bare mention of her name or see a picture of you and her together from when you were kids and not have a crossing thought of what couldâve been). Sheâs been the one person who was always there for you, until eventually going away and out of your life before you could even understand what any of that meant in the first place.
It doesnât matter if itâs the first time youâve set eyes on her or the last, because a part of you seems to stop in their tracks whenever sheâs within line of eyesight.Â
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Midday, at the peak of rush hour traffic around the airport, thereâs a scramble of newcomers and departing travelers through the doors of the terminal. The sporadic influx of people with one or two hand carries, and various cart goers with enough baggage to stay in the country for more than a projected month.Â
You pull the corner of your lip when you see a familiar shade of bright ash colored hair, retro shades shielding her face from anyone that might notice at a glance. Her luggage was surprisingly less than what you have expected: a bulky backpack thatâs roughly the size of her entire midsection (she could go hiking or backpacking for all you know) and a large suitcase with a duffel bag stacked on top of it.Â
Julie being Julie, she decided to go the comfort route of her outfit rather than the haute couture style that she always plasters her social media profile with which was a nice change to see considering the amount of sponsors she has at her age. She scans the line of cars with the hazard lights on along the lane, immediately bee-lining for yours while youâre leaning against the side with the engine still running and not with the hazard lights on, just to make it easier for her to spot you.Â
When she finally stops her footing a few inches before the curb, she lets out this sigh when the handle of her suitcase clicks back in, plopping the duffel bag onto the ground as if sheâs making her presence known, you take a quick look around ensuring that she wasnât trying to make a scene. âHey,â she calls over. Thereâs no second thought; you could be fifty feet away and still spot her.Â
Julie runs a hand through her hair, chin tilted up slightly when you get onto the sidewalk from the street, signifying the clear difference in height. Sheâs at your neck, and youâre glad that she stayed around there - you know, just to annoy her.Â
Coming off ever-so casually, âHey.âÂ
âItâs been a while, hasnât it?âÂ
You lift your eyebrows with one at the highest point you could take on your forehead. âWhat do you think?âÂ
âI donât know, why donât you tell me?âÂ
A shake of the head, youâre giddy in an instant second.Â
âSeriously?â She starts, pulling out her set of earbuds and her glasses simultaneously, raising an eyebrow before squinting her eyes closely to your face, and all youâre doing is just letting your head fall a few degrees left to keep her second guessing. âThere is no way they let you be my personal chauffeur for today.âÂ
âWell, about that.â you scoff, stepping on the concrete away from the asphalt while also fishing out a folded twenty dollar bill from your pocket. âI was doing some errands for my parents before I got hit with the last minute memo to pick up some girl thatâs been too busy with stardom.âÂ
âWhatâs the adult dollar for?â Julie asks, fighting the smile terribly while youâre matching the same energy. âAre you tipping for yourself?âÂ
A pause forms between the two of you, staring, reading into each otherâs expressions. The white noise of cars coming occasionally broken with scattered honks across the place. You kinda look stupid with the twenty dollars in between your fingers, but Julie breaks first by looking down, youâre rolling eyes at how simple itâs been after all this time - easing into her, and she does the same.Â
She steps forward with swinging arms, capturing you in between them. Julie was always the outgoing one with affection. Growing up, you kinda got sick of her being up all in your space. Now, youâve come the long way âround; her hand lightly grips the back of your neck, youâre shaking her side by side with your arms around her waist, suddenly sheâs got a hand to your cheek before she pinches it just to annoy you. One thing for sure: you enjoy the small bubble entrapping you with her, not giving a care for whatâs going outside of it.Â
âOh my god?â you tell her breathlessly, half drunk on the sweet scent of her hair, pushing her back slightly to get a second look at her, trying to process how much sheâs grown. âYou- your hairâŠ.â
âI know right?â she acknowledges, tilting her head off to the right while hiding away. âDidnât think that orange would be my color in the first place and now, I own it.âÂ
She looks good, and somehow sheâs still the same Julie you remember spending a good chunk of your entire childhood with to know that unchanging fact.Â
âLong flight?â you ask her, hands on her shoulders with a quick massage. âYou know what they say about airport crushes; see them once, and theyâre gone the next moment for forever.âÂ
âNo one has ever said that.â Julie laughs, flipping some of her hair over the shoulder, her lone hand lightly underneath your forearm, not letting the faintest clutch of your sweater get to you because it will, and it seems that the personal point still stands, but you remember the conversation with her regarding that all those years ago - unsure if the sting is still present or not, youâll have to ponder sometime later. âAlways the one to say complete nonsense to me and expect to understand it,â she closes the distance with you again, a slightly more prolonged hug, relaxing into your embrace again with a sleepy sigh, âBut yes, Iâm still tired.âÂ
âSo much for getting lunch.âÂ
âOh, we can still get lunch, if youâre paying of course.â She says, pressing both of her index fingers together innocently, dodging your eyes on purpose before you realize what sheâs actually doing.Â
âTypical of you, Julie.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not doing anything.â She replies, shaking her head. Your peripheral view catches a person wearing a neon yellow vest approaching you two, probably coming over to issue a warning that youâre picking up and not parking. Looking in the same direction, she too, takes the hint, realizing that youâre in a slight time crunch and the reunion can take place somewhere else. âBesides, I was always the one to get you lunch after school when you said that you werenât hungry.âÂ
âI could just take you straight home,â you say, popping the trunk to put all of her belongings in the back.
âDonât! Iâm kidding, obviously.â
Thatâs your Julie.Â
âUnless you donât let me pick the place to grab something, then I guess you could take me home then, if it isnât that much work for you.â She remarks while youâre rounding the car from behind, slotting in the gap to open the door for her before she swaps places with you on the outside and her on the opposite side.Â
Regardless of the absence, sheâs hit it off with you again like nothing had ever happened, the habits of goodwill when youâre shielding her head from the roof of the door frame and shutting it when she finally sits in.Â
Itâs like a rerun of old memories coming back. When the whirr of the engine springs to life from the ignition, paired with the dragged out sigh of Julie settling into the passenger seat of your car, leaning the seat all the way back with her feet on the dashboard. Sheâs also surprised that you kept a few trinkets that she put in the interior, but the main takeaway was the polaroid on the left side of the speedometer. The image wasnât that big of a deal if youâre looking at the date scribbled with a sharpie, but itâs her lips pressed against your face on the last night before she went away to pursue her own endeavors. As for the gesture itself, Julie laughs it off since the main reason was because she had one too many drinks - which was understandable, to say the least.
(Well, friends have their own ways of showing off their love from a platonic standpoint, so this was just one of those instances; nothing more.)
You and her just talk for what seems like ages, forget with the notion of playing catch-up. Sheâs only been here for probably less than an hour and half at this point, and you could care less with the traffic on the way to the niche coffee spot where you and Julie have always gone to after school days and study sessions.Â
She points out to you that everything is pretty much the same since she left it - like she runs the place - and in a way, it felt like that to you for a while. Itâs all in the scattered corner stores, the park with those two stationary bikes that sheâd ride just because sheâs bored, that one avenue of houses that you and her talked about owning one day if the lottery was won between the two of you. All of these things start coming back to you like stills from an old film camera.Â
âI helped get the house redone with flooring and everything,â you tell her, flicking the blinker up and looping right into the parking lot of the cafe. âFigured that it was time to change some things up around there for once.âÂ
Right when you set the car to park, clicking off the seatbelt and she too does the same; you glance over to the passenger seat while grabbing for your wallet and keys, seeing Julie on her side, head propped up to her hand, a leg tucked to her chest before she nods her head down to let the set of sunglasses fall weirdly on the bridge of her nose, fixing it soon after while softly smiling back. âAnything else that I missed out on that I havenât heard from the others?âÂ
You look up, pursing your lips together with a hum, trying to give somewhat of a legitimate answer, âPerhaps one thing: me.âÂ
Julie stares at you unimpressed, slightly cringing at what was just said while youâre wearing a dumb grin spread across your face. Her chin dips diagonally, insisting silently that you give her a valid explanation, but you donât. She knows your fair share of flings and failed talking stages, and sheâs not far off the cut too; coming to you for advice about how guys operate because you understood well that some of them only think with their fucking crotch and not their brain most of the time.Â
She sighs, this time with a light smirk in acceptance. âFine, Iâll take that to be an acceptable answer.âÂ
Phone and wallet in one hand, the other opening the door, a turn of the head shields you biting your inner lip, mind slowly falling into the delusional thought of filling the gap in your amygdala of what shouldâve been done in the first place.Â
Maybe if you had the chance to go back in a time machine to alter the causes, the outcomes mightâve been in a much different space entirely.Â
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Though, itâs worth mentioning that you and Julie have never actually tried dating each other up until she left during junior year. The idea itself wasnât necessarily tempting, but the lone strings in your heart decided at best that it wouldnât escalate anything higher than what you already had with her.Â
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Sure.Â
Everything comes natural when itâs with Julie. Out of everyone in your small circle of friends, it was you and her that have been tethered together since you two were basically in diapers. She was born a few days before you; in the same hospital, on the same floor. Your mothers already had a tight-knit connection even prior to you and her even stepping in the picture of their lives. Then thereâs the special aspect of being a pair since preschool; nearly all the moments were either you and her not too apart from the other.Â
You poke a straw through her latte before handing it to her first, only to take the same drink and bring it back around for you to have to take the additional one you bought instead. Everything starts to settle like old times. Sheâs telling you stories about what sheâs doing with her career; nothing short of traveling around the world, giving you the most colorful way of what occurred even if it was the most simplest of things. The brand deals, the collaborations, how she loves what sheâs doing. You couldnât be more proud of her for taking her life by the reins because you and her both agreed that staying here in this town would only hold her back to what she really wants.Â
âSo,â she starts, placing her phone down after showing her pictures of her recent outing somewhere in Poland. âRemind me what youâre doing again?âÂ
Sheâs sitting across from you on the table, leg over the other, hands linked at the knee. Her drink is almost finished, thereâs a half eaten croissant while youâre playing back all of the things that might be worth noting. You look up to see that subtle smirk, a hint of her dimples that youâve probably fantasized about kissing because theyâre just there, her pretty cat-like eyes, low and heavy, and her hair just looks amazing to see since the papaya color really suits her well.Â
âWell, itâs nothing really worth sharing,â you say, grabbing another sip through the opening of your drink, âThis job I got starts in a few weeks, and oh- grad schoolâs finally done and over with.â Julie nods in excitement, clapping quietly with her fingers while youâre waving a hand up to save the embarrassment. You show her the grad photos and ceremony, and tells you looked good, apologizing for not showing up earlier to be that for your massive accomplishment.Â
âAnything else that youâre doing to pass time?â she asks, stealing your drink since she finished hers.Â
âI write a little here and there. No big deal.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
You shrug, âKinda, sort of struggling with this one story or idea thatâs been rattling my brain for the past couple days now.âÂ
Julie does the similar action like she did earlier while getting out of the car; that slight lean back with narrow eyes to subject something suspicious. âIs it the kind of writing that I think it is?âÂ
âJul, itâs just poems.â you tell her, adjusting your chair closer while she spills a mess of giggles while you snatch back your drink for another sip to keep yourself distracted. âYou know that I get lost with reading. It was just that one time that you caught me red-handed.âÂ
âYouâre not at fault for hooking me onto that kind of stuff too.â she replies, fingers bridged together to support her chin with her elbows on the table, âI will say, the mind can create the wildest imaginations.âÂ
âHave you noticed what youâre doing with those outfits and dances?âÂ
âHey, I read those comments every now and then.â Julie takes back your drink to finally finish it, placing the cup off to the side with the half-eaten croissant to open up the table for conversation. âItâs just one way of staying engaged with fans without even interacting with them.âÂ
Thatâs the kind of line you drew with Julie: being her supporter while sheâs coming into her own. Making a name for herself through her own route of success to being famous, garnering attention by the minute with every post that she makes of herself or with others. You find yourself staring at pictures of her in outrageous outfits a little too long at times, watch the parts of her in videos on loop because sheâs radiating with happiness, enjoying what she does. Her voice is distinct for you to pick out, and youâre wondering also: what did the world do to deserve an angel like her for just being the way she is?Â
She was a constant in your life, the couple of minutes you set aside in your schedule to see what sheâs up to while in school or work - an out reaching thread youâll dip down to see where she is or what sheâs doing.Â
Canât be mad at her for not keeping up with you after all this time anyway.Â
âWhy did you bring me here?â Julie asks, her tone serious with hands now on her lap.Â
Instead of sugarcoating the inquiry, youâre mature enough to the point where some things are best given flat out the first try rather than scaffolding the truth bit by bit.Â
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(Itâs a flashpoint in the same spot years ago; the end of one thing, the start of another. Only main difference of this was the seating arrangement: you with your back against the fence and Julie on the opposite end with someone carrying a tray back inside the cafe.Â
The receipt was already on the table, empty orders of drinks just waiting to be discarded. Itâs sundown, and the inside was already packed with various students cramming in bits and pieces of study guides for that history test theyâre all convinced that theyâll fail. Not you, because youâre confident in your academic abilities so why lose sleep over it.Â
âIâm finally going forward with this.â Julie tells you, sitting idly while she just went you through the potential plan of her journey to success. Bottom line still stands: sheâs going away, and the news still hits you like a deer caught in headlights. She nudges your shin that makes you snap out from your trance off into the distance, âAre you even listening?âÂ
âI am- I was.â you answer, shaking your head while scratching, because youâre aware of the facts. Julie has been pushing to get herself off with her feet up in the sky, and managed to land a chance to finally make that silly dream of being famous into a reality. Itâs been brewing behind the scenes, seeing her pace back and forth between phone calls while having a quick bite before dinner at her place. âSo itâs really happening this time.âÂ
âYes.â She says, as if the news itself already didnât tear an opening in your heart from the beginning. Any lingering feeling that was there for her was about to be ripped away from you in the next few days, and thereâs not a lot of time left either; so why put in effort to even try and convince her when her mind is already made.Â
âOnly a matter of time until youâre finally gone.âÂ
âDonât say it like that.âÂ
âYou know how I am with things like these.â you tell her, flatly. âThe sentiment coming from me feels wrong, but it's your dream and I donât want to jeopardize that.âÂ
Julieâs expression softens, meeting your eyes. Theyâre filled with fading stars while hers are glassy, lip quivering while she reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing the ridges across the wrinkles of your knuckles - how the touch will be an unknown to her, inevitably.Â
âYouâre not hurting me.â she says, smiling, confessing like itâll give you some comfort to live with. âYou never did.âÂ
She knows your wavelength better than anyone else besides your parents. Nodding at her reassurance, you put away the one thing that you shouldâve said in hiding, since itâs already too late. You donât even know when sheâll be back let alone have the expectation for things to be the same later, because it wonât be.Â
Itâs also impossible to satisfy the urge in telling her everything right here and now, put all of your thoughts and feelings on the table with no regrets; itâs there, but youâve stomached the feeling deep down enough to keep it inside.)Â
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âI mean, this is where we left things,â you tell her, bearing a smile, âwhy not start right where we left off?âÂ
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Whatâs talked about throughout years is all recapped in the matter of a few hours. Youâve gone around the town in different spots, talking about the notable events that occurred in each and every one of them. Thereâs a fill-in between different friends and shakeups of relationships and careers that has Julie in shock at the misdirection through the juicy details that never in a million years she would believe had happened. Itâs still going, even when you drop by your home to see your parents and their adopted child (figuratively speaking) for a bit before carrying on with the drive to absolutely nowhere with the switch from your car to your momâs SUV.Â
âWhatâs it about?â Julie asks while you stop at a red light. âDonât tell me itâs a shitty sob story youâre struggling with.âÂ
A press on the brakes, maybe a little too hard that slightly sends your body and hers jerking forward. And to that she punches your shoulder while youâre laughing. âFor calling my story shitty.âÂ
Youâre reminded of her rudeness with words - letting out all the profane words that sheâs been forced to bottle up for so long, letting it slip here and there for comedic relief. But with you, the rules never really applied to her, and youâll do a limit test of crossing various things off the list, itâll happen.Â
âStill havenât answered my question.â she reminds you, a pinch to your arm also to let you know that sheâs not playing around. You let her get her way, something that youâve accepted a long time ago. Now with her newfound image, sheâll use that to her advantage that wonât definitely come back to bite her in the ass.Â
The glow from the excruciatingly long light catches Julieâs face from the corner of your eye. She raises a brow in suspicion when you look forward out into the open road, endless waves of darkness swallowing up the fading street in the distance. âItâs about past lives.âÂ
âWhat.â she snorts, âYouâve gotta be kidding me.âÂ
(You wave your hand back at her while she giggles, and you say that maybe staying at your house was a better idea than going back into town.)Â
âThis was exactly what I was talking about,â you tell her, glancing at her side profile, the canvas of her cheeks, her hair in a loose ponytail that sheâs twiddling around between her fingers, eyes looking up to the sky above before looking back as an implication to continue. âI found inspiration about this one movie where two friends whoâve been forced apart from each other, only to find their way back in the most clichĂ© way possible.âÂ
âSo original.âÂ
âOh, fuck you.âÂ
âOkay, yeah.â Julie lets out a bigger smile, the one where her eyes also mirror the same movement as her lips. âGive me a more indepth version of this when we get to our destination and Iâll reconsider your pitch.âÂ
As soon as she says that, the light finally turns green, and you gradually press down on the gas pedal.Â
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Hereâs what the general consensus doesn't know about you and Julie; an omission of facts, one might say.Â
Only a few handful of people among your circle of friends would know of the situation where Julie had convinced you to pose as her fake boyfriend sometime around sophomore year. To be fair, the guy trying to court her during lunch was a bit of an ass when talking to her - being so stuck up and over his own head that made you want to punch the dude, so not even more than five seconds of their interaction was enough for you to shut any sort of speculation down entirely.Â
Everyone from the outside looking in would all share the same tune: there would be no way in hell that youâd get past the friends aspect with Julie.Â
(But it did happen; in that short time, and even if it wasnât actually a real relationship with her- well, that didnât really matter anyway.)Â
Itâs all over your face. In pictures from different hangouts, videos in school projects, people calling out of you daydreaming during in between classes or breaks, getting in trouble for cutting class just to make sure everything was according to plan (and not because Julie forced you to ditch since you would say yes regardless). Most guys who were gunning to have their chance turned down by Julie would fall back entirely whenever they see you and her walking together - because they somewhat already knew of the endgame about to occur. Â
As for the memory itself, you faintly recall some sort of verbal agreement with her, things to sell the whole act from both parts: hand-holding, the mandatory dates, and all of the other stuff that was easy to fall into since you and her were so comfortable with each other already. The only issue, however, was the projected timetable of how long this fabricated ârelationshipâ was supposed to last.Â
âWe have everything down,â she tells you, scruffing up the soles of her shoes along the sidewalk one day after a âmuch needed debriefingâ at the park. Sheâs pulling you by the sleeve - you know, for good practice. âI think weâll be fine going forward.âÂ
âYou didnât say how long weâre supposed to keep up this act for.â you say, opening the gate to her front yard and up the steps to the door. âThe three month rule exists for a reason.âÂ
âAnd you expect me to believe that?âÂ
âItâs an unspoken requirement.â you reply flatly.Â
Julie bats her eyelids at that, getting on the first step of her porch to make herself taller to you, twists her body mirroring yours with hands on both sides of your collarbones. She lifts your face up, thumbs on your cheeks that could pose as teardrops because of how solemn your expression was, and she smirks at the appearance. âYouâre nervous.âÂ
âNervous?â you ask, face slightly flushed and side-eying her fingers pinching your cheek. âI was just a little hesitant, thatâs all.âÂ
âWhatâs there to be afraid about?â she asks, stepping closer to the edge where it was natural for you to circle your arms around her waist. Deliberate, but every action with her was just right without having to question yourself if youâre doing what she wants you to do. âI helped you with all of the things that I wanted you to do with me in this relationship.âÂ
You sigh, âNot all things.âÂ
Julie looks at you puzzled, head cocked to the side at the unknown mentioned. Knowing her, sheâs quick enough to realize what was being implied without having to say it explicitly. Few seconds pass, humming, trying to let those nerve synapses do their work before eventually realizing what was running through your mind. âAh,â she says, nodding along to your level of thinking. âIf you wanted me to say that, then you shouldâve.âÂ
âWhat were you thinking?âÂ
âYouâre a terrible kisser.âÂ
âDo you really want me to answer that?â you tease, scanning Julieâs eyes, her pert smile, the subtle lip bite you catch at the last second before hiding the lower half of her face with the oversized sleeve of the sweater.Â
It was the last thing that was necessary to do. Youâre thinking of the test drive of that from the other day, how you just gave a weak peck of a kiss only to poorly play it off as being ânot readyâ. Julie assures you that it was okay, and you tried it again.Â
(The second time was a lot better. And, uh, it still needs more, hm-)Â
âIf we really want to make this work,â you tell Julie, fingers clasped together behind the small of her back, gravitating her closer to your chest. Her hands are slithering around the back of your head and neck, âBest to have it done properly. No mistakes.âÂ
Julie nods in agreement, reminded that she was the one who roped you in to do all of this for her. This facade could have some sort of meaning when itâs over, but for the moment you could see on her face that she was relieved. âRight, if you want the part, you have to own it.âÂ
Her head dips down to yours, sealing the deal with a kiss, smiling at the improvement when you return it fantastically well. She pulls away with half-lidded eyes, and maybe this lip lock was the first of many, time can only share so much.Â
âAlright then,â she whispers against your lips, brushing against yours delicately, âthat was a whole lot better.â
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Aside from selling the act from nearly all of your friends, you kept it to yourself that this ârelationshipâ with Julie shouldâve been real from the start. Though, you canât even blame yourself for the idiot youâd become whenever Julieâs steamrolling into your personal space in between classes. If anything, even if they knew the thing was real or fake, they all took the hint of backing off to give you two the respected space whether it was intended to be actually authentic or not.Â
Even if you wanted to be discreet - which, more often than not, was the complete opposite -Â it did feel like they were invading your guysâs privacy if it was in the halls, in front of the door for her next class or yours, or even at parties to which everyone spread word that you couldnât stand being a few seconds away from Julie - keeping yourself in close proximity unless she said otherwise.Â
(Like youâve admitted; youâre an idiot for letting yourself be this way for Julie. You can't really help yourself when sheâs so forward with wrapping arms all over, keeping herself magnetized with you before her going away was even in the picture. Laughing about silly things that others from the outside could never really comprehend what you and Julie talk about. Having conversations with her was incredibly easy; that, and along the hands on hands or hands on legs or arm on shoulder. Then thereâs the loving gaze youâd give her - staring shamelessly and blatantly doing it with no problem at all as if it was the last few seconds youâd ever have, and it would be everything.
So. The âact.â)
Sometimes youâd completely forget the whole purpose as to why youâre even doing this thing with her in the first place, since it felt so natural. Itâs typical for a high school romance, kissing with a reason behind it or without having one at all.Â
Youâd do it to punctuate something, convince her to consider otherwise, lower your eyes and tilt your head, slot your lips with hers. If you were with anyone else besides her in this scenario; it would have the same effect, but wouldnât hit your heart as hard as you wanted to. Julie would stare at you, nodding, understanding, having known that this cosmic binding was meant to stay that could transcend time itself - linking pinkies together, as an extension of your hearts being hitched together.Â
When she finally called the verbal agreement of the fake relationship off, you were certain that things would still stay the same between you two; which it did, of course, but she was open about the loving intentions you had for her, regardless if there was a label to it.Â
(You and her would hide away from others after that, still, just because the company with each other was better compared to your friends - no disrespect to them, of course. And all of those times of doing that - well, you made it known how you really felt about Julie without saying it. The kissing was there as a plus, remember?)
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The point still stands: you remember all of it. You expected Julie to be the same; hoping to shield the feeling of her leaving with every intent as possible until the clock would eventually reach zero. It was never a part of the conversation, but the weight hung heavy even if you or her mentioned was coming to pass.Â
Youâve learned to drop such expectations - much like taking things with a very small grain of salt, because any solid assumption would only lead to thoughts that would only crumble you from the inside out. The more blanks you have, the better.Â
Delusion might be one thing, blindly falling in love was a shot in the dark to your own admission, but that silly idea of âshe fell first, he fell harder?â; come to think of it, it mightâve been put in writing long ago and it all circles back without any single warning at all.Â
This is what people realize about Julie, and you were the first person to know of this: she always breaks through otherâs expectations.Â
Sheâs an ever changing current of some form that could only be described as groundbreaking. Pushing boundaries of standards to new horizons. A highlight that was destined to shine brighter given the right tools and exposure to let her do that one simple thing that sheâs good at, being herself.Â
Miles ahead of everyone, never wanting to look back. And thereâs you, falling slightly behind from her, on purpose - because watching her take on the world was something that you could handle for as long as you lived in the same space with her. Distant, but not far. The small thread of imaginary rope in your head clinching onto the fact that sheâll see you for you, and maybe the labels could all be sorted out in due time.
âAnd here we were,â she begins, arms out to the sides like gliding on air. Sheâs in your varsity jacket, in trade for the unfinished ice cream in your left hand, nursing it for yourself while sheâs elevating herself on planters or benches; anything to bring joy with the simple things no matter how silly it was. âFeels so good to finally be home for a quick minute.âÂ
Itâs a little bit late, the light posts are on, wind gusting through the small park where youâve shared countless memories when you and Julie were kids. Everything around the place is timeless, only replaced with a few renovations scattered here and there around the area, but still the same. Sheâs alongside the railing, the other side a calm river housing scattered sounds of crickets and cicadas.Â
On the opposite end, was your momâs SUV with the back parked in. Some fine luck that they made a space to be near that big old tree with enough branches and leaves to serve as shade when the sun hits the highest point in the sky. Despite the darkness, you liked it compared to the daytime, whereas Julie was the inverse.Â
âDoes anyone know?â You stop short when she turns around, hands pocketed in that lent jacket. âYou, being here. On vacation if this was your plan for a while now.âÂ
âWell yeah,â she responds, approaching closer with her mouth open while you spoon feed her another bite of butterscotch from the small cup, pulling lips inward to clean any remains of the desert. âSure, I couldâve gone anywhere else to have time off, but I chose to come here. Decided that it would be a good thing to come and see everyone after so long.âÂ
You nod at that, admiring the reason. Hiding that small tug in your heart that should be small enough to not notice.Â
Julie knows you better than yourself sometimes, and she can see from your eyes that youâre trying to go beyond what's being said.Â
She steps forward, because she can, and youâre not against that. This is where she thrived back then: doing everything to make you uncomfortable. And yeah, it was very simple for her to do back then in high school; the little gesture she does with her shoulders and scrunching face to let you know that sheâs won. Putting up with her antics was one thing, but it was nothing that you canât handle - practicing all of the little tricks and quirks to perfection in the hopes of holding your own if it ever happened again, just like now.Â
âLook at you,â you chuckle, âalways on some form of borrowed time.âÂ
She steps closer, hand out to guide yours with the empty cup of ice cream, setting it on the stone adjacent from you two.Â
Youâre not sure whoâs really in control of who in this current moment. All of this was led on from the continuation of bouncing stories between your work life and hers, the details of people in your corporate circle commensurating a string of complaints and drama that youâre not all invested in, but kept an open pair of ears for them just out of the goodness of your solid gold heart. Julie also spills her fair share of things that sheâs done, telling all with that maddening grin of hers, the way her cheeks elevate at the pull of her lips, how her eyes draw this curve that hides the irises while you could see the gums beyond her teeth. The low glow of the light post casts this in bronze, the timeless features youâve seen countless times, in all of its glory.Â
âDo you remember,â she prompts, closing the distance once more with her chest slightly puffed up, shoulders rounded back and relaxed, hands still in the pockets of your jacket sheâs borrowing. âAbout that time where we posed as a fake couple back in high school?âÂ
âAll because you couldnât take the fact that everyone wanted you back then?âÂ
âMaybe say it a little better than that,â Julie muses, nudging your elbow to keep on teasing, âYouâre within the ballpark, however.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
Julie smirks, mixing a noise between a soft laugh and sigh, looking up dutifully with those doe eyes. âGod,â she says, studying your stoic expression, âeven now, youâre still the same after all we did.âÂ
This might be a double-edged sword of words, a back-handed compliment if youâre going to dissect the linguistic skeleton. That old rhyme of âstick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt meâ, has never been more true than now. You remain unfazed, smirking, staring. The wind suddenly picks up where it sweeps Julieâs stray strands of hair in front of her face.Â
You canât help but giggle at the way she leans down with a small squeal, hands covering the top of her head to prevent any mess caused by the natural course of nature. Helping her stand up straight, your fingertips sweep those tousled strands, smoothening them to eventually make it look more presentable, not giving any care with how your hands are cupping her face.Â
Her question pops up in your head again: about how all of this seems familiar. Feeling the small pull of tension in the air when you gaze into her eyes again - filled with a longing that was tucked away, radiating with sparkles that shouldnât even look real, but they are. Youâre trying to think, and yet, âMaybe. You could be right. And you being here with me like this tells me exactly everything that I need to know.âÂ
âReally.â Julie coos, dimples deepening, âWould you like to elaborate on this?âÂ
âI think you can explain that a whole lot better than me.âÂ
She nods her head, raising a hint of suspicion with an eyebrow, âYou think?âÂ
âI know,â you respond. Guilty as charged, she played you this entire time, and somewhere along the lines of accepting it the best way, âWell, you know too.âÂ
Thousands of miles apart, decimating that to the single digits, now being mere inches apart - closing in like before; and maybe you were just falling into an old habit the way you pull her face towards yours. Something like this takes practice, could honestly come off as a natural action at this moment: you kissing her, like it was meant to happen. You could never forget all the times she made you feel like this. Only difference is, sheâs slipping through the cracks along with you.Â
Julie tugs herself closer to you, trying to mend her body into yours; becoming one. Sheâs ballooning more into the press of your lips before shying away, shrinking, hands moving from your elbows straight up to the nape of your neck. One of your hands snake to the smallest point of her back, holding her curving spine steady, not letting up the exchange of her intoxicating air passing through your mouth and nose - it only has you feening for more.Â
And she hums this sound, low and deep, firing impulses within you that will take nearly every bit of brainpower left to resist.Â
âJuls,â you murmur softly, pulling away for a slight second, feeling the clutch of her hands around the fabric of your sweater-
All of that attention is zeroed in on this transcendent sound that she makes, sealing it with your lips again, all needy and deprived and in desperate want that would literally kill you on the spot. Sheâs willing to take you away, devour every bit because she will, and youâd be okay with that.Â
âYou haveââ she gasps, âno idea.â Dear Lord, sheâs breaking by the instant - pulling herself back with your fingers tangled in her hair. The moonlight towering over illuminates this glow on her skin, basking in it while youâre giving her this same look of endearment that youâve had for most of your life. You might be deserving of it, she could say otherwise; maybe itâs one of fateâs tricks blessing you for once.Â
âYou do remember.â Playing into Julieâs mind game, falling into the sinking temptation that sheâs unknowingly doing over you. It feels tense, but at the same time it doesnât. âAnd here I was beginning to wonder if youâd forget everythingââÂ
âTrust me,â she tells you, hand ghosting over the length of your collarbone while yours reels her small body closer. By the neck, she pulls you to close the distance. âMy memory is just as good as yours.âÂ
(Oh, and itâs how youâre reminded again and again: at how Julie is one half of your brain - a perfect compliment to you for so many years. No one even comes close, and some have tried; they could never get you like she does.)Â
âI want you,â Julieâs soft voice twists your ears right back. âFuck, Iâm only gonna say this one more time: I need you.âÂ
You probably donât recall the number of things you dreamed of hearing, but this might be one of them. Itâs not a question or an answer, nor a quote said intrusively. If anything, this was the green light youâve been waiting for; thereâs just only one thing left to do then.Â
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Forgetting Julie was always going to be an impossibility.Â
When a girl like her has her face in literally everywhere that you could imagine: in photoshoots, brand events, social media engagements; the magic of being famous really transforms oneâs landscape if they can break the threshold - which she has, and in one way or another - she could never hide away from the bright lights.Â
Except at a time like this, youâre glad the darkness envelops both of you.Â
âMmph.âÂ
Your vision is focusing in blanks, searching for something, fixated on the silhouette of your hand floating over Julieâs head, slowly bobbing down along your length, lips wrapped tight around your cock and her tongue sweeping the grooves along the underside; the ligaments at the knees are way past the possible bending point where you could take them, hips forward while this girl is laid flat on her stomach with the trunk open, and youâre also thinking: who in the actual fuck would be out walking this late in the night to see this form of public indecency? She stops halfway, shakes her head side-to-side, coaxing the head on both sides of her inner cheeks, humming with every intent of praise at how good your cock tastes in her mouth.Â
âFuck,â you rasp, letting your head fall slack backwards, smoothening Julieâs silky hair when she pulls back up, teeth grazing the tip that has you let out a pathetic groan. âYouâre so good at that.âÂ
âMmmmh.âÂ
The pop she makes off the head is sinister, and youâre already imagining the smile she has spread across her lips, swiping her tongue across to make them more wet than it already is. Sheâs giving you a hard time to think straight, and youâre still blown away with how forward she was into blowing you, not wanting to waste a minute before you and her could even make it back to the house.Â
âHow are you holding up?â She asks innocently, seeing the hint of her honey amber eyes dart at you while her wrist is giving a wandering tug up the length, tensing up every fiber in your lower back to keep it there.Â
âDo you really want me to give you an answer?â And Julie chuckles at the flex of your thigh when she runs her fingernails over it.Â
Julie then gets back right to work, enveloping your cock into that sweltering heat of her mouth, coaxing it in all the ways youâve fantasized before - grunting and exhaling spells of air when she dives down deep, deeper, massaging the head with her slick throat - all the way before putting a ring with her thumb and index finger at the base, practically purring at the constant rhythm sheâs doing on you, to get you undone.Â
Your stomach does this funny little twitch, like a punch to the gut once her hand finally gets to dance along the shaft, stroking along the slick surface while her mouth services a fresh supply of wetness swirling all over. She hums in approval when you take matters into your own hands, wrapping two fingers across the bottom of your cock while sheâs happily bobbing her head along the length, picking up a consistent rhythm of spit and dribbles coming out of her mouth, pushing you towards that breaking point, sliding her plump lips across the tip before swirling back in, hollowed cheeks, your eyes slightly rolling back, vision swimming, hunting for a way to stay conscious.Â
And the only subjective thing youâre inclined to do, not like thereâs any other option for anything else, is to just let her have it. Youâll cum for her, all over her pretty face, and have her slip your cock back into her mouth to make you cum again in a few minutes flat. She knows that it feels good for you, thereâs no doubt about it; how you can see her eyes with the occasional glow of your phone going off to break light, glaring at you with every intent of swallowing you.Â
âPaint my face baby.â Julie whispers. Itâs not a proposition, she wants it to be set in existence, âyour cock is so pent up for me, all you have to do is just let go.âÂ
âChrist-âÂ
Thatâs what pretty much sets you off.Â
Your shaft is molten around your hand, cockhead pressed agasint Julieâs perfect lips, hips jolting in quick pulses; you also mightâve heard your kneecaps crack a bit in the dead silence, three thick threads of cum landing on the curves of her cheeks, hearing her hum in content. Her mouth opens to let the next few shots of release settle into their new warm home, head wrapped around that opening, riding out the last bits of sensation as youâre draining everything all over her face and in her mouth. The overhanging light for the trunk switches on with what remains of your spent energy, catching that smug grin when sheâs resting your cock on her cheek, parting lips open with a small dribble of cum leaking from the slit still, to which she licks with her tongue on the underside while having her eyes still trained on you. Sheâs all blissed out, irises focusing and unfocusing - almost cross-eyed; and just like before, youâre captured around her little spell once again.Â
A few seconds later and sheâs wiping the damage from her face, licking it up from her fingers - fondly taking in the sweetness of your cum on her tongue while feeling out her jaw again, trying to internalize the feeling of your dick filling her slutty little mouth. She wonât forget it, and neither will you.Â
âYou taste good,â she mumbles after getting up on her knees, ducking slightly so that her head doesnât hit the roof of the car, âyâknow, if that wasnât already obvious enough.âÂ
âDecorum, Julie.â You tell her, straightening your legs out for what felt like an eternity. âThanks,â you follow up, âI do try my best with my own things.âÂ
Julie lets out a snort, wiping her lips with any lasting remains of her drool mixed with your cum, âJackass. Always so stuck up for being an ass.âÂ
âYou just said ass in the same sentence twice,â you comment, propping yourself on elbows to where Julie leans down across the width of your chest, towering over you.Â
She leans lower while your head bumps the backseat, face nearly centimeters away from yours, hearing and feeling the needy breath against your lips when your hand skates up her waist, teasing with a fingertip before you lightly clutch her back, allowing her to fall down and kiss you.Â
Sheâs not far away from you now, but instead right here in your arms. This is progress; good progress and maybe even better. You can barely see the hickeys along the column of her throat in the darkness - something that youâll revisit to make her revel in the feeling of your mouth over them, a get back of sorts in trade for giving what she wants.Â
âI hate how youâre such a smartass.â Juile tells you while pulling away. But hey, at least sheâs saying that with a smile.Â
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The whole town gets slapped with inclement weather throughout the week.Â
And yeah, youâre pretty much giving your phone screen or laptop or even the television that no one really uses around the house a dirty look when you see the consistent set of numbers with the picture of a few clouds mixed with rain at the bottom of them. Though, it doesnât really make sense for it to rain when the weather was nice for once up till now. The percentages of rainfall were particularly high, especially around this time of year which typically means: hey man, it would be best to just stay inside, maybe catch up on some of those books youâve been putting off for quite a while because of school. You could also use this ample time to finally get that story also, get some words in while the thoughts are fresh, or something like that. A third option would be calling Julie, since as it turns out, her parents are gone - which also means sheâs home alone, and whatever you do with that piece of information is entirely up to you. So whatâs it gonna be? Besides, you still need answers as to what your current dilemma is with her relationship-wise, and ignoring the fact that she feels the same way should be ringing alarms in your head as it is.Â
You could curse your mom or bless her, because she gave you a favor to do by going to her house to drop a few things off.Â
One worrying drive later in the wet darkness, and a well managed job to beat the unrelenting rain before it got worse, youâre at her doorstep knocking. The steady thrums of the droplets hitting the roof before the knob clicks and the hinges creak open. She lets you in with no hesitation, patting your wet hair while youâre tending your soaked jacket to the coat hanger.Â
âDidnât your mom say that it was a good idea to wait until this storm lets up?â Julie asks, walking ahead to the living room while carrying one of two bags that you brought over, contents being various snacks and clothes that you were willing to give to her since you hardly ever wore them. âThanks for bringing my favorites for me,â she beams happily, âI haven't had these in a long while.âÂ
âManaged to get them a day before today,â you tell her, trailing along her pathing where the space in the house opens up more. âI thought the forecast said less than 40% of rain would come.âÂ
âYou still believe in what they say on the news?âÂ
âNot all the time, but itâs good to stay informed.âÂ
Julie steps away into the kitchen while you plop down on the couch, leaning your head back on the cushion while the sound of plastic rustling fills your ears. Few moments later, she comes back with a sizable bowl of pretzels, placing it on the table before she goes and gets two bottles of water; which you scoff at first but appreciate the simplicity of maintaining a healthy diet.Â
You and her pick up right where you left off. Talking about anything and everything that was worth it in terms of interesting topics. The television has one of those random sitcoms provided on the streaming service after trying to search for one for about five minutes or so, feeding each other occasionally while trying to hold in laughs while staring at each other.Â
âHow long have you had that color?â Gesturing with a head pat to yourself while Julie downs the lasting remnants of whatâs in her cup. She gives you this gaze with the clack of the glass on the table, leveling her gaze with you - the low glow from the tv serving as the prominent source of light, catching the smallest sweep of her hair right at the ends, tilting her head to match yours in curiosity.Â
âFor about a month. And honestly,â she breathes, âI was pretty skeptical about choosing this color in the first place,â she adds, pulling her knees closer to her chest, âbut I guess you could say that I was convinced to try it out.âÂ
You purse your lips, reaching over the the near empty bowl of crackers while Julie is holding in a laugh, offering the other half to her with an outreaching hand - to which she leans over with an open mouth, happily receiving the remains on her mouth while youâre alternating glances from the screen to her.Â
âBy the way, my parents actually just went out to visit my grandparents,â she adds, realizing that shere was a missing set of keys from the pot where you set yours past the front door; not to mention the two vacant spots on the shoe rack where they would usually be. âSo I guess itâs just us alone here if the storm doesnât let up.âÂ
And by some comedic timing, you get a text on your phone. Basically it just says from your mom to stay over at Julieâs for the night, after getting news of the road being unsafe to drive with the rain as the cause of one or two accidents already.Â
(You might consider yourself lucky; but what good would that serve since youâve already put yourself miles ahead of the competition in getting with Julie?)Â
âIf this is some form of good news,â you tell her, showing the message bubble from the phone screen, to which she unleashes this gummy smile, understanding by that cosmic connection you two have built together that doesnât really need a logical explanation. âI think youâre in good company for tonight at least.âÂ
Julie then leans forward. No- she launches herself at you while you and her were sitting along the bottom of the couch, playing along by letting her weight collapse on top. You pay no attention to how her arms hook around your neck, but you do focus on the press of her lips to your cheek; itâs honestly worth sharing a laugh at her nestling into the groove along your neck and collarbone, patting her back to let her know that youâre also happy with staying.Â
Thereâs this odd silence, to where she pulls away. You could also hear the faint sound of whatever sitcom was on the screen to provide a calm ambience. Itâs appalling to how beautiful she looks without any makeup on, hand mindlessly clutching onto her oversized sweater to where she tenses up on impulse - almost unsure at first, only to grab your wrist soon after.Â
âIâve been wondering,â she prompts, face upright while you press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, âhow come you and I never made anything official between us?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â you blindly ask. âI thought I made myself obvious enough about how I feel about you.âÂ
âYou were,â she responds, inching her body closer towards yours. âThough, it hasnât crossed my mind before recently, when weââ
âYeah, I know.âÂ
âYouâre not weirded out about it?âÂ
Anything that you say from this point on would only solidify your case. Youâve always wanted the idea of Juile being all to yourself, despite her being big enough for everyone else to get a wanting chance at her too. This realization came to you on a random day, probably, when youâre just going along with your day before you suddenly dropped whatever you were doing - staring off into the distance because at the end of it: youâve fucked yourself head over heels for her from the start.Â
âI wanted-â your words get caught up behind the tongue while Juileâs fingers are branching out to your shirt.Â
âYou sound unsure about something.â Her voice is laced with mischief, teasing.Â
â-to talk about last time, and even if we do bring it up, you know- us,â you add with a raised hand with hers, âI just hope that itâs not a one time thing.âÂ
âItâs not.â she tells you, face pouting with scrunched brows. âYou worry too much sometimes, even back in high school, you were always like that.âÂ
Sheâs not wrong, but also, sheâs right for calling you out.Â
âI could just leave right now if it makes you feel better.â You start to stand up from the floor, only to be stopped by Julieâs tighter grip on your hand, causing you to freeze for a moment.Â
âIâm just glad,â her shoulders rise and fall with the pressure mounted on top of them finally lifted from whatever was plaguing her, âThat after all this time: you still stayed for me.âÂ
Itâs just like that other time, and youâre catching her train of thought faster than the words can come out of her mouth. This wasnât something to think twice about - if you donât take the second golden chance fallen at your lap, itâll be a lasting regret filling the back of your mind once she goes back to the world that she created for herself.Â
âYou know.â She tells you, with that endearing grin of hers, filled with so much of everything that has you fractured from within, because she doesn't need to say anything else. âYou know all too well for me anyway.âÂ
A hesitating shuffle of your butt across the hardwood, youâre scooching closer to her, lowering eyelids, hand trailed to the nape of Julieâs neck until you and her make ends meet. In an instant, sheâs suddenly reformed into this being of wanting, need, someone who will let you have their way over them.Â
She pulls away panting, you give her another kiss to the jaw. âFunny, how the tables have turned.â You tell her, twisting your head to the opposite end before she meets your lips again - this time a little more hectic, hands grasping along the fabric of your shirt, almost peeling it off at the first go.Â
âCâmon now,â says Juile, hand underneath to your stomach before trailing down to the waistband of your pants, âDonât make me change my mind like last time.âÂ
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Hereâs a silly thing: upon arriving, Julie suggested that it would be a good idea for you to sleep in her room (and in this case, it has happened before; way too many times to be exact, gossiping about nonsense or cramming material at the last minute the night before a big test. Another funny memory to recall.) She teases that itâs nothing for you to be worried about, and it's not like you were going anywhere else for tonight.Â
Instead, you insisted on using the guest room that she has, but hereâs the funny part; you and her donât actually make it back up to her bedroom anyway.Â
The harmony of a laugh she lets out when you slip your shirt off of your frame, catching her staring for a few seconds too long - biting her lip and some of her index finger, she canât help but be in awe. A new, fit, and refined look that replaces the scrawny and nimble image that you somewhat hated for the longest time - towering over her on the cushions of the couch, helping her slide out of that oversized shirt to see a white sports bra - sweatpants soon after with a matching set. Youâre nicking your head to the side in disbelief, eyes overloaded with the image straight out of your fantasies - only this time now to be all too real.Â
âHoly shit,â you breathe, unable to blink while you get a hand on her hips, off to the right where thereâs a small tattoo - an anchor, grazing your thumb over to see if that was also another secret she kept from you (from everyone, for that matter) - thereâs also her impossibly slim waist, her luscious thighs, the definite line down the middle where her abs are at. This could be another win in your year of success, and then again, no one else but you gets to see her like this.Â
âGot something to say?â Julie asks, smirking with her head slightly tilted back, up on elbows, âThey do say that girls are breathtakingly beautiful wearing white.âÂ
A click of your tongue, not willing to argue with that take, because sheâs right. Itâs within the lines of superiority, giving someone the respect that they deserve. She could have it, but she also likes it when you donât even think of giving her that kind of luxury. âMy mouth has a lot more things to say than just words,â you tell her, the pair of hands sliding up to the tight elastic resting underneath her breasts.Â
âCare to share what youâll do to me?âÂ
You get rid of that annoying sports bra, for starters - hands filling up with the supple size of her breasts, fast to wrap around her upper back while youâre peppering the new territory with kisses all over, her head falling back even more to open up and let you ravage and mark and the tens of other things that youâll get your chance on, eventually.Â
Sheâs heaving with shaky breaths, not wanting your lips to leave her body the more you indulge in her perfect skin. Nails are quick to dig into your back, slightly, and itâll just add on from there. The levels of touching, holding, kissing, and the anticipatory downright fucking youâll give her soon enough-
âAm I on the right track for you so far?â you ask, quick to get your lips on hers while sheâs shrinking into a whimpering mess into the couch.Â
Julie has managed her good graces for so long now, and youâve played the waiting game. No matter how long it took, it might be a gamble with your feelings for not being able to move on - it was possible then, but as of this moment, you already made your decision.Â
âYouâre the fucking worst,â she pants, a loosely planted hand that slides off when thereâs the press of your thigh against her clothed pussy, feeling her legs sandwich you in between to prolong the wanting feeling. âIâve been wanting- waiting for so long.âÂ
âReally now?â you say, voice filled with heat when you help her slide out of her sporty bottoms, finally cutting the last line of caution tape. A quick look down - and her cunt is there, in all of its glory - slightly glistening at the lips and primed for whatâs to come. Youâre surprised at how wet she is, even more surprised when she grabs your wrist to get your fingers alongside her aching slit; a small hiss of air passing through her teeth inward while you're spreading her little by little. âWeâre a little ahead here arenât we?âÂ
âFuck- please,â Julie spits out, eyes scrunching shut while you press a finger in to asses, and sheâs practically liquid down there. Sheâs acting completely different from earlier - failing terribly to keep composure - but sheâs just as infectious as she always is. âYou donât think I know the amount of times youâve yanked one out while thinking of me? Believe me, I know.âÂ
âI didnât say anything about it.â you reply, thumb lightly pressing against her clit while your middle finger curls a bit inside her, feeling her hips shoot upward off the cushion. Youâre also doing everything in resisting the urge in the growing bulge in your pants, to ignore how badly itâs throbbing for you to snap and get yourself acting exactly how she wants to fuck till one of you goes dumb; cock drunk or pussy drunk, itâll end in those one or two ways. âBut itâs true: I want you also.âÂ
Julie just mewls at your fingers, clenching around them, that forces a soft chuckle out of you. This was the first time that sheâs losing her patience, and youâre going to milk the hell out of this moment for as long as you can.Â
âDonât be-â sheâs rambling with an open mouth, blinking fast, âDonât be a bitch. Everyone knows that I wanted you for so fucking long.âÂ
Well what do ya know? She would be the one to cut the wire and jump on the grenade between the both of you in confessing. There are very little things kept secret with her, some things you mightâve forgotten along the way, but youâll keep this in your mind for as long as you live.Â
âYeah,â you sigh, pressing your lips together while you slide your fingers out of her, the squelching sound vile for your ears to register. Hands are quick to meet her hips, scooching closer with a pull, to where her ass meets the top of your thighs. âYeah.âÂ
âNeed it,â she pleads, âNeed your cock inside of me.â
Youâve managed to get your sweats off in record time, pressing her legs up to where her heels are facing the ceiling. These feelings from embers that were supposed to die out years ago, but they never did, and this dirty act serves as a testament of everything youâll put out on the table - for her. Itâll be shown in her swollen lips, the trail of hickeys scattered across her body, down to the crimson marks from your hands holding on for too long. Consider this a long shot in a stroke of luck - because no one will know her like you do.Â
And when youâre doing this steady approach of rubbing the head of your cock, against her aching cunt, waiting to be filled - you donât even think twice about it at all. Thereâs this relief, washing over; almost in reverence to being dipped in holy water through the baptism ritual, feeling her walls slide all over the length of your cock. Thereâs also this shared ache, the mirrored rise of both your chest and shoulders. Once the ache finally subsides, you just stay inside her for a second.Â
âYouââ and albeit youâre at a loss of words also; Julieâs face writhes, grasping for both of your hands secured past the middle, keeping her in place. The limitless amount of things that youâll get your way in: mouth fast to her neck? Youâll do it. Pin her against the armrest of the couch with her ass up, or maybe have her do the work in bouncing back, and she will. Managing your cock fully inside her tight hole was good to settle with for now, âThis fucking cunt, JulsââÂ
She sucks her stomach in, mouth now slackened, the utterances and noises that she unleashes would never hold up in an interview if they gave her the opportunity to speak her mind as she pleases. But sheâs not caught up in the city and itâs stars; instead, sheâs with you, on her couch, in her house, taking your- âBaby,â itâs really sweet how she keeps up with the pet name, âfuck, fuck, fuck- I canât with your- your cock is - thatâs so deep, holy fucking shit-âÂ
Youâre pretty much slightly drunk at how well she wraps around your cock, crying without fail. The octaves rising up with every hit back in, and sheâs absolutely knocked. It wonât stop with the wash of rain hitting the window panes, feeling the rising heat between you two grow gradually larger, fixated on the extremely tight vice she has over you, and youâll take that as a gift.Â
âIâve dreamed of this for so long,â your voice drags lowly, upping the ante the more you carve your cock into her, the tight hotness becoming more and more addicting by the minute. Julie was always an advocate for showing confidence in her looks, and it shows: in her pictures, the way she flaunts around that has everyoneâs jaws dropped to the floor, all angles and good sides of her - behind closed doors, youâll make sure that no one will see this version of her.Â
(And in a way, you do get it, youâve understood the script written in your head now that you finally have the feelings fully reciprocated, and claiming this girl as yours would only be the start of it.)Â
When youâve finally pushed her over, screaming, thatâs the only cue youâll ever need to keep breaking her.Â
âPlease, please, please-âÂ
âTell me all about it, hm?â
Julie grins with her eyes squinting barely open, gasping out some form of a declaration.Â
âYouâre, fuck- fuck me,â the air between you clashes with the contrast of warmth from the bodies - the coolness of the air conditioning filling the room, only for it to be backdrafted. Her flawless face is amazing to look at, leaning up for you to dip down and kiss her, hands still fast to her hips, her back arches with a slight lean back, trying to keep the motion going with every stroke and grind and touch you have over her. Sheâs getting close, you can feel it in the addicting clench, and youâre almost at your witâs end.Â
âNeeded me for so long, hmm?â you ask, smiling against the hot surface of her porcelain features, âthen cum baby, all over this dick. I know you want to.âÂ
She mumbles, something close to a string of âyesesâ, and her whole body trembles.Â
Itâs filthy, gross, impure, sloppy, pushing deep; angling past the trench to a euphoric feeling that sheâll only demand from you. The way that your hips slap against the bottom of her thighs, grasping her hips and across the supple skin the more you fuck through her orgasm. In some way, this was your get back for what she did to you in the back of the SUV that night, needing little to no words to punctuate the lovely sounds of her hitching breaths with every stroke back into her wet, tight cunt. Her grip on your wrists goes deathly, clenching you the same way her pussy does on your cock, and sheâs still stuttering - the whimpers and whines the only serviceable words she can only speak while you groan in slamming her deeper into the couch.Â
Thereâs really no room for a margin of error, every drive back into her only gets you closer to that edge, and while sheâs reduced to nothing less but a piliant puddle of mush from the head down, you unbury yourself, fist wrapped around the length of your shaft when you finally release your hot, sticky load all over the fine canvas of her midriff. Covering her - over her chest and waist, all fucked out silly and just laid out to immerse in the ropes of cum spread out across, soaking her.Â
âYou- you,â Julie sputters out, while you have a hand off to the left side of her head, barely supporting yourself with what little energy left in not toppling over her nimble body. âOh my god. Oh my god?âÂ
Youâre still riding on that high, finally letting your body go slack when you meet her lips again. She moans in content, how her tongue clashes against yours, trying to power its way through into your mouth. Pulling on the bottom of her swollen lip, just to be a tease, âJulie,â you mumble, breath grazing against her cheek, smiling. That same lip wobbles a bit, an implication that sheâs still processing what just happened, aside from the shaky breaths and unfocused eyes. âBaby.âÂ
A lazy smile brightens up her whole image. Her eyes are fluttered shut, but her lips and the faintest tip of her ears tell a different tale entirely. Itâs the same smile you fell in love with since seeing it the first time, it never gets old.Â
âI love it when you say âbabyâ,â she starts with a soft tone, gentle, tender. âYou have no idea how bad my head spins when you say those things to me.âÂ
Through the small pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the window panes and the roof tiles, you think to yourself at how this moment should never end. The present moment like now will be ingrained into your brain for as long as youâll move on with living. âI think.â you say with a whisper, laying your body over her - kissing her cheeks, her forehead, feeling her hands slide up the well defined muscles on your back. She tries to hide away, putting her head off to the side, and youâll get the top of her neck too. Anything for her to finally have you, itâll be a fair transaction. âI do.âÂ
âTell me more?âÂ
âIâm just glad you didnât forget about the many things that Iâve already put myself out for you.â you tell her, and she nods in agreement. The interlink between you two has never been stronger than ever, and this moment will just solidify it.Â
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Youâre scouring through the fridge and cupboards for something substantial to satisfy your spontaneous midnight cravings. Thereâs actually a load of different options; a wide variety of chips and snacks in the pantry. In terms of drinks, not much for you to work with - and a glass of water or milk would be good enough to take since it wouldnât be much longer until youâll eventually fall asleep.Â
Unless you're Julie, whoâs standing next to you in the kitchen while youâre assessing her foods (still naked along with you, by the way), licking off some of your cum off her stomach slowly, a stray finger trailing up your waist since some of it did get on you as well.Â
It also doesnât help how sheâs sucking on her fingers shamelessly - hollowing her cheeks, pursing her lips, sticking out her tongue that will only put your head in a downward spiral. Sheâs massively fucked for doing that, with those cat-like eyes she has - but dude, youâre still staring at her.Â
âCan you like-â you nick your head off to the side, diverting your attention away from her to lock on the same open bag of half-full pretzels she put in the bowl when you first came in, deciding to settle with that but pulling it out onto the edge of the counter. âDo you really have to do that in front of me?âÂ
âDoing what?â she asks you innocently, almost stupidly. Sheâs wetting her bottom lip, and man is she evil for doing that continuously. âItâs not my fault that you came so much. My pussy is just that amazing for you.âÂ
Oh, fuck her. Seriously.Â
Sheâs back to her chirpy, bubbly vibe with that tone in her voice, the witty remarks also came back in full force. Your brain is probably in overload mode with how sheâs blinking sweetly, smiling all knowingly like she usually does. Itâs a longshot that youâll draw this up to be a one-time thing, let alone be a golden chance done by your work single-handedly. Within these walls and as long as sheâs with you, everything about it just feels right in its place.Â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you breathe, closing the door to the fridge with a quarter-full bottle of orange juice, Julie getting ahead with two empty glasses ready on the counter. Everything that she does even if itâs the simplest of tasks is undeniably attractive for some reason; no matter if itâs her on the balls of her feet, reaching the cupboard or walking past you with the sway in her hips, one thing does settle back into your mind: sheâs here, and thatâs pretty much all that matters at this point. âI should give you a napkin to wipe off the stains on your abs.âÂ
âOr I could just keep on licking it off while you pour me a glass.â She muses, tilting her head up while you kiss the crown of her head, pulling a few lazy strands of hair to the side, âWhy did it take us forever to finally do that? I mean, and here I thought that you would be a little more underwhelming with your moves in bed.âÂ
âYou mean the couch, Juls. Câmon. Let me remind you that youâre the one who went and kissed me first.âÂ
âAnd the things that you said about dreaming to fuck me actually came true,â she laughs, lightly clinking the rim of her glass with yours before sharing a nice, homey drink together. âAll of those jokes about you and the guys wanting a chance with me, well guess what, youâre the winning contestant that blew away the competition.âÂ
Side-eyeing her, you press your back to the fridge, sheâs standing on the opposite end, legs crossed together - mirroring your posture, sheâll match whatever energy you give her, knowing that youâll always do the same. This could be some silly pairing of toothbrush to toothpaste, and despite the difference in lifestyles, how your lines of successes came at different times, it seems that the parallel line you drew between you and her long ago finally reached a crossroads, which is a good thing, of course.Â
âThe girls also said the same thing,â she tells you, âabout how out of everyone in our circle of friends, it was somehow going to end up with us being together.âÂ
You take that with a grain of salt, unsure if what she was saying was true or not. But she knows that sheâs right; you took the realization first before she did - since sheâs usually stubborn in some cases and wonât listen until it finally hits her, but it took her long enough. All of those rumors back in school and the whole skit of you posing with her may be a tipping point, but after putting yourself through that with her, a part in your head was always confident that sheâd see what youâre seeing.Â
âMaybe they saw it first before you did,â you say, pulling her by the arm and into your space, feeling her arms circle around your waist while youâre rubbing her shoulder. âIâve always been like this.âÂ
âYou got there first,â she replies coyly, tilting your head down for another meaningful kiss, âBlame me for being oblivious.âÂ
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Turns out that Julieâs parents came back to the house first thing in the morning. Well, theyâre pretty relieved that you came over and stayed the night even with the weather going absolutely crazy over the past few hours, telling you about how one of the old trees came down blocking the road and cutting off access in some areas of the town. They didnât bother to ask about the obvious marks spread across her neck and yours, and the bite mark on your wrist was also a small concern to be worried slightly - uh, youâll talk to the girl regarding that later.Â
As for the present situation in terms of appearance while breakfast was made, youâre wearing one of her shirts that was blindly pulled from the closet before instantly passing out soon after. In all honesty, Julie liked how cute you looked with that stupid Hello Kitty graphic across your chest, but it was still a good laugh.Â
âShe couldâve given me one of your shirts,â you tell her dad, passing a plate with half a stack of pancakes soaked in syrup, âThough, my clothes were already drenched from the rain and all.âÂ
âI wouldâve been fine with it,â her dad says, âWouldâve been better to get you changed out and not keep you in your own clothes for the night.âÂ
âHe knows that I steal from your closet as it is. Heâs also crazy if I was gonna have him walking around the palace in one of your shirts, dad.â Julie butts in, bumping your shoulder while her parents are drinking in the sight of their daughter getting along so well with you like itâs old times. Theyâve treated you as if you were one of their own, and it goes the same way whenever Julie stays over at your place. Even as kids, staying over and waiting for the other to pick you or her up was always the usual gig. Julieâs parents saw you as someone who is very easygoing, only to be chained to their daughter till the point where separating you two was a stupid decision. You could also assume that they even talked to her about the whole relationship stuff, and theyâd be supportive of it, and marriage wouldnât even be an issue to get around with.
âWill you be busy this summer?â Julieâs mom asks, breaking all the stories from past years in the kitchen. âYou finished school and everything, right?âÂ
âI did,â you answer, feeling Juileâs arm on your shoulder, pulling your head towards hers to wipe off a small patch of syrup stuck on your bottom lip with her finger. âNot supposed to start my new job for another few weeks or so.âÂ
Julieâs mom hums in excitement, âLook at you, all grown up and getting your life together in the real world. Like your parents, weâre also proud of you too. Julie especially.âÂ
You gawk at Julie comically, earning a side-eye from her before she playfully slaps your shoulder in retaliation. Both of her parents let out another laugh while youâre veering your face away from her hands. She puts a leg on top of yours on the seat, subconsciously palming it while feeding you another piece of pancake from your plate. âI really appreciate you guys, and I donât think I could ever express that enough.â
âAnd you have already.â Julie agrees, openly kissing your cheek while youâre internally breaking down for a slight second soon after. That assumption about her parents being super supportive if you and her finally made it official - well, that was most certainly the case when the both of them nod in approval towards you and her.Â
âYour parents love me, and we most definitely love you.â Julie says, and youâve never been more reassured or comfortable about anything in your life.Â
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Everything falls into the same sense of normalcy like it was before. Some days youâre spending your time at her place, and on other days sheâs over at your place. And in between those days where itâs just you and her together, itâs replaced with the sporadic rotation of hangouts with old friends and colleagues who got wind that Julieâs now a mainstay (just for the summer, in case you forgot).Â
Some of your friends also tell you and Julie about their insights about the same stories, all while sharing a few bites of appetizers and circling drinks until one of you guys play the silly idea of putting all your credit cards on the table for the waiter to pick a lucky winner at random to pay for the whole meal.Â
Not long after, the small party migrates from the restaurant to one of your friendâs houses, where the drinks seem to keep on coming it feels like - being a bit buzzed on the couch while your eardrums are pounding from the somewhat acceptable cover of whatever song they blindly picked from the song book. Youâre a little out of it, but still conscious enough to have another sip of water as the viable substitute, words loosely slurred but still discernible to be fine with.Â
That is, until Juile is heaving out on your arm, leaning over away from the couch, laughing about some funny memory that happened back in high school - itâs also worth mentioning: sheâs drunk, and also a lightweight. You could also look back at the apparent irony that she wouldnât go all out with the alcohol before entering the restaurant, but here she is - completely lost in the plot at this kickback.Â
âYouâre gonna throw up if you lean forward like that.â you tell her, holding her up by the shoulders to correct her posture, some hair is also in her face and you part it off to the side with the instinctual thumb rub on her cheek.Â
âDid you tell everyone here that you and I finally fucked?â she slurrily spits out, causing everyone in the group within the close proximity of the couch to be in a collective state of shock, though, thatâs quickly dissipated with you confirming everyoneâs suspicions - despite not being fazed or fully surprised.Â
(Before anyone else asks, youâre telling the group. Yes, we also made it official after God knows how long. Are you happy now?)Â
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Later, sheâs back in your room for one night, maybe two.Â
The whole place is riddled with waves of nostalgia, Julieâs additional presence opening up the sweet wound that never really hurted you in the first place; if anything, it makes the nocturne appearance of the moonlight breaking through your blinds and into the space where youâd want to keep things just the way they were. Itâs in the trinkets and collectibles; the multitude of shirts youâll let her steal (which she already has), a trophy that she broke on accident, and the wilted corsage for when you took her to do anti-prom activities for fun when she gave you the news about moving away from you and this town. The small recap on film running through your head is short-lived, kind of like the roll burning up when thereâs nothing left - much of a story unfinished. You and her could recount all of the things that make your room yours, and you wouldnât mind wasting time talking about the many different kinds of nonsense with her.Â
âIâve been wondering,â she tells you, âactually, more than just wondering.âÂ
Sheâs straddled across your lap, fingers dancing along the back of your head - your hands and eyes are wandering all over, from the visible window of her cropped shirt, helplessly holding onto her on her sides, the gradual curve from the rise of her ass, hiking to the spots where youâll bruise her skin andâ
âIâm sorry,â youâre left breathless and laughing a good amount when you look down at her sweatpants, âsince when were you so bold with hiking up the ends of your lacy panties for me to notice?âÂ
Julie presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek, knitting one brow closer to the bridge of her nose, hands neatly rested across your traps while sheâs snickering at you keeping your eyes stuck to her body - letting your fingers trail up and underneath her cropped shirt, realizing that she didnât have a bra underneath to begin with. She reads into your next move when your hands stop at her sides, crossing hers over and slipping the shirt, tossing it in some corner of the room where youâll look for it later, taking in the valley of her breasts and the nice size when you get your thumb and finger beneath them.Â
âYouâre getting off topic.â She says to you with a click of her tongue, calculated, knowing that there were more pressing measures to be discussed rather than have you shamelessly lusting and drooling all over her pleasantly enticing skin. âAnswer the question, dickhead.âÂ
âLanguage.â you chuckle, leaning your neck up for a pitiful kiss - to which she accepts.Â
Itâs awfully quiet around your side of the neighborhood. The only things that break the silence in every few moments or so is the distant beep of the smoke detector downstairs; that, and probably the occasional pass by of a car down the street. Â
She asks you the question bouncing around her mind, but you pay no attention since youâre leaving chaste kisses across her chest.Â
âHm?â you have the audacity to hum, causing Juile to flip some of her hair forward - a flash of her ego at best; and another thing about it, youâre so into that. âMustâve missed the question again. WhaââÂ
âYou really didnât have anything serious going on while I was away?â Julieâs implying about any kind of special connection, whilst being very indifferent in the way that she speaks. âNot even good fuck thatâs worthy of swiping your v-card?âÂ
âOkay, then explain how good the experience was when you were doing it with me.â you reply, touch of the fingertips nestling on the outer edge of her back - sliding lower, more forward when you give the faintest pull to bring her closer to you chest. âIâd love to hear all the details about it, actually.âÂ
âYou just want me to say that youâre a good fuck for me.âÂ
âIn more ways than one, yes.âÂ
Her arms make way, coiling around your neck - tauting themselves gently when you slip the lace at her hips between your fingers. Pulling them down a bit, just to test something, an attempt at best to make her open up all the neat perks and merits of what will entail later. No need to get more depth in the details, you already have most (if not all) of it memorized about her. Sheâs leaking out the bedroom eyes in the blackness of your small room, and itâll reel you in whether youâre sensible to resist them or not.Â
âIf this feeds your ego,â she tells you, singing the sentence along her tongue and to your ears, âyouâre right, and I wonât bother to argue.âÂ
Like you could ever complain to her or vice versa, Juile knows that her own pride will come tumbling down at the cost of you - as youâre electrifying her with every passing touch, sliding the pants and underwear off of her while giving her no chance to recover with a tit in your mouth.Â
A pop off the nipple, and sheâs running a hand through her hair, trying to keep herself focused, and failing. âWant me to prove myself to you again?âÂ
She presses her lips to yours, hard. A clash of the tongue and pull of your neck for more leverage, rut her hips across yours to test the friction - that growing heat from within her core, a singularity that many others would die to feel let alone hear the lovely sounds coming out of her mouth.Â
âPlease,â murmurs Julie, smiling against the bottom of your chin, the grip on her ass tweaks tighter. Youâre already imagining the red marks that would defile that creamy, holy skin.Â
âTry me,â she husks, âyouâve pretty much earned it.âÂ
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(Julie has never been more right about you. The way she puts up all of these walls and red tape; basically begging you to rip right through them, and you do. Sheâs flustered and left in broken pants the first time you make her cum, screaming and trembling by the second, and you have her a sobbing mess by the third time âround, coming undone by your cock. When you slide out of her well-worked pussy, her eyes roll back and up - raw, undone, satisfied - a move up to licking you clean with a swipe of the underside, a kiss to the tip that keeps you hypnotized for a few seconds, and she wants you to keep this in mind.Â
âHave I proven a point?â you ask her in full content, hand fastened to the headboard of your bed while youâre straddling her chest, happily wrapping her pretty lips around the head of your cock. âYou looked like you enjoyed it a lot.âÂ
She curls her back in and out when you finally shift and collapse next to her, a lazy kiss to your neck, humming sleepily as if she gave up in keeping it hidden from the rest of the world. âI did,â she whispers âround the cuff of your ear, kindly admitting it along your skin. âYouâre everything I wanted bundled up all into one.â)Â
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The implication still stands: Julie was never meant to stay rooted to this town.Â
She altered her own destiny into becoming a well known individual (since the term âfamousâ wasnât too appealing to put it, according to her). Sheâs sharing all of these different experiences, events, the interactions with people she would have never thought of meeting in her life let alone be in the same space as them. Youâre sharing a buttload of things from your end of the scope, how some things stayed the way they are, for the most part. And itâs something that crosses your mindâ
âI never really said to you directly about how proud I am of you,â you tell her, happily swinging your right leg around on the swingset outside your guys' favorite cafe. âIâve told your parents countless times whenever I would see them, but-â
She has her leg over yours, shoulder meshed with her head leaned over - in one of your hats doing its job well enough to keep her appearance concealed; a bit pointless when literally everyone around the town could recognize her with ease.Â
âThey told me,â she reassures, fiddling along the plastic bit of the string from your hoodie, pursing her lips out with a crease of the eyebrows. âYou couldnât keep in touch with me, but they could, and maybe I couldâve squeezed you in along with them - all you had to do was just ask.âÂ
Her lips quirk when she makes eye contact with you, rolling them over and right when she scrunches her nose, knowing well at how much you could put up with her antics.Â
âThat wouldâve made things a whole lot easier, but hey,â she laughs, admitting stupidity where it stands, âWhat matters to me is that you finally had the chance to tell, despite everything.âÂ
Well, Iâm proud of you. Youâre saying it again, this time straight to her face and not playing as the messenger. I was with you every step of the way, and now weâve both made it to where we want to be, and maybe more.Â
Youâre pulling a piece of hair over the cuff of her ear, she melts at the touch of your palm. Julie then leans in eyes pulling to a close, then the abrupt call of your name on the intercom signifies that the order was ready; letting out a short laugh while a parting slap to her thigh separates you two for just a few moments.Â
One quick tip later of a few cents, and she looks up with those oversized rims of her glasses, smiling sweetly once you hand her the same latte she always orders during schedules and events. Sheâs sipping it instantly while youâre moving her leg up back to where it was before; nodding along at how good the drink tasted.Â
She appears distant, pondering about something - zoning out to the distance while she slowly learns back against your shoulder. Youâre looking out also, letting the eyes wander for anything in the cool early hours of the morning.Â
âDo you resent me? For leaving you? This town, our friends, and everything behind?â she suddenly stops drinking to ask.Â
Blinking, youâre trying to find something substantial for an answer. âWellâŠâÂ
âBe honest.â she says enthusiastically. âI want nothing but the truth.âÂ
It takes only a few moments to consider, and youâre always honest with yourself when it comes to talking to Juile. She always wanted to understand your side on certain things: opinions on important matters, what kinds of clothes look good on her and what doesnât, even the stances on who matches with who and the possible compatibility between the two that isnât you or her. You lick your lips, tilt the drink in your hand but just enough to not where itâll spill.Â
âIâve already told you what I thought about everything that day,â you say, placing the drink on the bench to prevent from letting the wetness from the cup soak to your fingers. âIt hasnât changed. And it never will. Me being with you since the beginning should already say enough.âÂ
âAh, youâre right,â she breathes, pouting her lips slightly because you could easily tell that sheâs managed to let that slip from her mind, and you donât blame her for that. She continues to ramble on about all of these regrets that seem to unravel and fall out - her cool breaking down once the realizations set in of the countless sacrifices she had to make. âHow silly of me, overlooking that day.âÂ
A shake of her head only brings the disappointment to the front faster, and she keeps drinking up her latte. You catch the smallest hint of a twinkle in her eyes, the middle part of the plastic top hitting the edge of her nose once finished with the beverage. Instinctually pressing your lips to her cheek as reassurance, she smiles at that, letting you take her empty cup to toss a few steps away from the bench.Â
Coming back, sheâs on her phone, smiling her heart away at something that sheâs proud of for sure; you canât help at how cute she looks when sheâs all geeked out - emitting more confidence that you could only dream of matching.Youâll get a chance of that with her help, or not; either way, if sheâs happy, youâre happy.Â
âI was out in Europe for a shoot before our break,â she lets you in on her project, âThe concept is very niche for all of us, and Iâm very happy we pushed forward with this. Consider it as an insider look as appreciation for the way youâve been treating me.âÂ
Sheâs showing you a quick slideshow of Julie in an extremely wicked bikini top, a roll of green wrapped around her middle in a poor attempt of a ribbon around her body. Then thereâs the short video of her on the stationary bike, and then the actual choreography. Itâs leaving you in shock, so thereâs really only one way of reacting. âI- holy shit. Julie, theââÂ
Youâre watching how exciting it is for her to show these things to you, itâs adorable. She lets you in about all of the logistics, music, overall approach to how they wanted this thing to be received. The drive, passion, how everyone played a part into making this work; you understand that level of thinking entirely. âRight? This was exactly what I was talking about.â sheâs tapping along your arm, âI can easily tell which part is your favorite already.âÂ
âNot even gonna say it.âÂ
âYou should because itâs me.âÂ
âFucking christ,â you mutter, swiping her phone to get a closer look. She leans closer with a mischievous giggle at the thumb replaying the clips over and over again. âHate it, someone like you should never be this hot.âÂ
âBut I am.â she replies, placing both of her legs across yours. âThatâs the fucked up thing, isnât it.âÂ
âItâs also amazingly fucked up how good you are at twerking.âÂ
âDidnât come from practice baby, itâs all natural.â
Youâre left gaping at her, shocked even. Julieâs eye smile is the only thing you see while she's covering up her face in embarrassment, wondering if the current judgment youâre giving her will stick for the foreseeable future.Â
Itâll throw you for a loop, but itâs still hot.Â
âI might have to rethink my life choices from here on out.â you tell her, staring up at the ceiling with a smile while she playfully punches your shoulder out of annoyance.Â
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A beat later, youâre staring at the ceiling.Â
More specifically, the ceiling in your room, barely holding it together when you look up at the sight of Julieâs backside, cock vanishing in between in that glorious canyon of her ass, bouncing up and out with the pitches in her moans go further up the gradual scale.Â
âFucking hell,â you hiss, hands resting along her calves while she slams her hips down, lightly thrusting yours up to meet her in the middle. The pressure already hot around your length, murmuring some words of praise that fall toward nearly inconceivable to understand. She sits up, and youâre hypnotized by the way she raises her hair up to reveal more of her surprisingly toned back, peeking over her shoulder, while your head just plops back to the pillow behind.Â
âYou like that,â she murmurs, rocking her hips in a forward-backward motion along the stiff line of your cock, âoh- you love when you get to have my ass like this for you.âÂ
âGod-,â you huff out, pathetically, vision blackening to a fine point. âHoly shit- I could never get tired of this pussy, âfeels so damn good.âÂ
She falters forward, letting most of her lower body do the work, spreading her thighs out more for your hands to come to grips with. Flipping some of her hair back, while reversing her ass at the angle where you feel all of her, youâre worried if your dick will stay in one piece by the end of it.Â
âJust sit there like a good boy and relax,â Julie tells you, with a firm determination above the creaks of the bedframe, âdonât even do anything.â When she grinds down, deep, to where youâre thrusting your hips upward to hit her favorite spot, she coos at how you failed to put up with her instructions. âLook at you, not even listening to what Iâm saying, shame on you.âÂ
âDonât really care,â you offer - an admission of guilt would be a better way of describing it, âYou always get what you want anyway, so itâs my turn.âÂ
You could feel the smile from across her lips, happily taking the opportunity to fuck herself over your cock choking her all the way down to the hilt. The slick sounds coming away from your groin and hers is a lovey track youâll never get tired of hearing, and she adores the sounds coming out of you as well, itâs unholy, slamming back down with the sweetest whines projecting from her mouth.Â
She shimmyâs her hands up your thighs, sitting upright, letting you rest inside her warm hold for just a second while she catches her breath. Then, with a move of one leg, and the other to follow, sheâs on the opposite side, caressing your head while your fingers are quick to get her hips moving again, amazed when you slide up in her, quivering thighs and a shaky breath to get you softly laughing.Â
The slaps of her hips on yours get louder for a few moments; admittedly, you kinda just let yourself go because her cunt should not be this easy to spread apart. In addition to that, her mouth hovers next to your ear, mumbling words or something remotely close to a verbal sound while youâre fixated on the clench her walls have over you.Â
The vision only fades out more, then the hearing also goes:Â
âPill.â she tells you. That singular word entails a thing. One thing, and probably the testaments that will come after - if youâre ready for it, but letâs face the facts: for someone like her and the industry that sheâs affiliated in, no one is ever really ready, but youâll be in on it if sheâs the first on board.Â
Youâre not letting up your pace anytime soon, grabbing a handful of her ass, and bringing her back down to Earth. âJuls, youââÂ
âI want your cum.â she simply says, âjust yours.âÂ
Itâs also not worth putting up a fight for much longer when she cums first; the gritty groan that has you sighing in tandem. Sheâs powering through with her lips on yours, wanting your body to completely crumble underneath her, fucking past your threshold - a kiss to the corner of your lip, in the most menacing action she could do to you, well pleased andâ
âYouâre so- fuck, filling me up was also one of your dreams, wasnât it?âÂ
Hey, in all fairness, let her have this one on you. If it means having her breasts all over your tongue or her nails gripping the nape of your neck, youâll be adamant in not letting her go.Â
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Your mind gets in this gray area. Things might be in a constant loop in terms of activities, or maybe youâre dialing it back from the hammering heatwave the other day. Itâs not that, just the foggy morning on a lazy Sunday.Â
Youâre taking slow steps across the hardwood floorboards in your house, glass of water in your hand. There weren't any plans for you and Julie for today, so the second best option which was the logical one was to stay inside, despite doing that for four out of the seven days last week. Thereâs also this quiet appreciation you have when the ominous setting of the house is in complete darkness, with the light fog serving as the present light source when you reach back to your room upstairs.Â
Upon returning, the visible spot of where you slept, and Julie adjacent to the right, still knocked out. Itâs very calming, you realize, how peaceful she looks while sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of her chest underneath the sheets. The small tousle of her hair is spread out across the pillow, with her left arm and leg in the same position as it was when you were in bed with her before waking up. Â
Mindful of what she mentioned about her sleep schedule being all over the place at times, you decide to admire her bare face when youâre thumbing her cheek.Â
She twists a bit at the touch, the subtle stretch of her body underneath, shaking off the slumber little by little. The comforter resting along her neck shifts down, revealing the apparent lines of hickeys across the column of her neck - a favorite preference of yours that youâre carefully examining while she slowly flutters her eyelids open.Â
A look up, and youâre leaning down to kiss her cheek. âFigured Iâd let you sleep in for a bit longer, but it looks like you donât want to.âÂ
Julie pulls a lazy smile, shifting her body slightly deeper into the cushiony confines of the bed, not wanting to move. âDo I want to know when we both passed out last night?âÂ
âI wouldnât worry about it.âÂ
âItâs also not like weâre gonna do anything today. I mean, itâs been hot for most of the week. And, we only got lucky with the rainfall around here.â She finally decides to sit up a bit, pull some of the sheets over her body for a little more coverage. Your parents are out early again seeing relatives, an advantage in this current scenario: just you and me alone? Where youâll fuck me again and again until the screams bounce off the walls and the neighbors will come over to complain for the hundredth time-
âYouâre right. We donât have anything planned for the time being,â you tell her, another helpless kiss to give that sends your brain giddy signals because your gorgeous lover and best friend for years is making you act like a freaking kid once more - not that youâd complain about it.Â
âAside from watching that series you found, Iâd rather just stay inside for today.â Julie suggests, scooching closer to you on the edge of the bed. âCook us something for breakfast.âÂ
That will happen, eventually, but youâre too busy working your lips all over Julieâs face. Tip your forehead in, get a kiss to her temple, then her cheeks, a stray one next to her nose, the end of her nose, her jaw. Sheâs too smitten with the private displays of affection, gratefully accepting it with an arm thrown over the shoulder, lightly laughing a crinkled nose with her face brightening.Â
Itâs moments like these, away from the attention of others, behind closed doors, where the cameras and die-hard fans of Julieâs persona donât typically have the golden chance to see, theyâd envy to be in your place - as the one person out of everyone in her life to have this side of her. She tells you that fame itself is a weird paradox to get sucked in by, and in a way sheâs absolutely right. You know from the get-go that Julie is one of the most beautiful, soft-spoken, and well respected individuals you have ever had the blessing of knowing.Â
âAnyone ever told you how amazing you look?â you ask her, her squinted eyes losing all seriousness when you laugh.Â
The look of adoration you have on her bare, sleepy face. Itâs a sight that you donât want others to cherish other than yourself.Â
âIâd rather just stay in this room and stare at you if I could.âÂ
âIsnât that what youâre doing already?â she asks, biting her lip while youâre tilting your head from right to left, mimicking her doe eyes that she rejects with a hand soon after, for now.Â
You bite your lip, let out a tsk, and something snaps in your head for one second. Lips are fast to the line of her neck, hand slithering to her back, laying her back down on the bed gently. Julie tenses up for a moment, then lets her body go slack, allowing you to leave no nook or crevice untouched with the feeling of your tongue.Â
âBreakfast?â she asks.Â
âNot now,â you answer, kissing the pulse point right beneath her jaw, soothing with a soft bite of your teeth, âJust indulging.âÂ
âI see.âÂ
She murmurs and squeaks once you let your hands join the party. Kneading and massaging her breasts while you shift yourself down to the line of her collarbone, inhaling the leftover aroma of sex from the previous night. Her handâs quick to the back of your head, tugging hair while you let your right hand jump down to her hip. A move of the sheets, to open things up, and your mouth shifts in between the cleavage, getting lower.Â
Julie putting legs together was a futile effort, sliding along her luscious thighs while your tongue streamed down her abs. The grip of her fingers got a little tighter, closer to desperate.Â
âEnjoying your fun?âÂ
âVery.âÂ
Your eyes lock on to that tattoo that hugs above the hard bone of her hip. It's a simple design: an anchor. The meaning of it is something that she never got around to explaining, feeling the ink across the pad of your thumb before smothering it in a string of kisses, to where she laughs at the silly feeling. Your hands curve up her waist, while your head is at her belly, descending down even more to where you're hovering right above the designated area youâve set your sights on.Â
A check of the clock in a quick glance, and it reads nine-thirty. Thereâs definitely some extra time to waste before starting the day.Â
Juile lets in a sharp inhale when you get yourself comfortable, arms underneath her legs, parting them. She sees the glint in your eyes when youâve finally started to bring the trail of kisses from her inner thigh upwards, anticipating for whatâs to come. You can tell that her vision is getting hazy, a cross-eyed gaze that only pushes you to absolutely ruin her, and hold your end of the deal.Â
âHave I ever told you,â you start, a teasing kiss to her folds, âhow amazing your body is?âÂ
âI donât think youâve told me explicitly, but showed in other ways.â she replies, propping herself up with an elbow and a heel down to your spine.Â
Thatâs your Julie.
You press her down, from the waist, a harsh suck on the clit, and get the first few samples of her addicting slick down your mouth. She sucks in her gut right underneath your fingers, and you hum in approval.Â
Pulling away, licking your upper lip, and some of her bed hair gets in front of her face, heaving. âAnd by the way,â you tell her, âIâm getting you back with the whipped cream this time.âÂ
She nods, knowing well that itâs pointless for her to fight the foreshadowed climaxing sounds coming out of her mouth with the back of her hand.Â
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Julie brings out a side of you that only seems to really bloom fully when sheâs around. Itâs something that never really gets acknowledged, let alone be brought up in moments where youâre truly at your most vulnerable state - the side where all of these hardships and struggles in being a good person, blinded by perfection, all seem to wash away from the touch of her hands and lips, combined with the reassuring words of encouragement.Â
That said side truly blossoms when you genuinely feel the intimacy above what the mind wants you to think. Aside from all the hand-holding, arms linked, stolen kisses while waiting at the red lights, sharing bites of the same food order, tearing away skin in little nips, the sex itself escalated a lot more than just sheer lust taking over both of you. Itâs above than just the regular conventional fucking.Â
So you bring it back to where you and her unpacked all of the bottled up feelings:Â
On the couch, but this time at your place rather than hers. By literal unpacking, when you sink your cock inside, the relief of her walls clamping down around you, moaning out alternating expletives and your name, letting her body go limp as you increase the pace, pounding her senseless, have the raw urge to just get rough and pin her down in this spot where sheâs supposed to be. Youâll want to be locked away with just her for no one else to see, to have her all to yourself; itâll be selfish of you, but sheâd agree where your head is leveled.Â
âItâs not even all that special- ah-â she blurts out while you have your hands cuffed to the back of her shoulders, leaning in to place a languid kiss across the fine column of her neck. Youâre fucking out all the sounds and whines out of her, bottoming out every drive in, her legs rest just above your backside ankles stacked - your mind is already frizzled out, and so is hers, pulling ever fiber inside your muscles and bones into getting her astonishingly destroyed, âitâs just- your cock is- fuck- fucking perfect.âÂ
Sheâd want you to be gentle sometimes, but when itâs rough? Oh man, youâll let the actions speak louder than your fucking words.Â
âIn through your nose, Juile,â you whisper with a bump to her forehead, holding her down at the waist while your hips aim tried and true, into the hottest spot deep in her cunt where you can reach, âThatâs it baby, there we go. Just be pretty for me, like this. Iâll take care of the rest.âÂ
âUgh,â she huffs, letting her eyelids drop finally when youâve made her reach that euphoric sensation first, gasping when she feels a hand wrap lightly around the jaw, forcing her mouth open, a few broken sounds get let out, panting. Her back arches while you slip your other arm under, and manage to drive your cockhead even deeper - it's a new feeling of bliss that has you in disbelief. âMore, please-â
She is so- so slick around your cock. A dam of an orgasm within you and her just waiting to finally break. You keep the motion going: pull your hips out, and drive back in. Pull your hips a bit further out the second time, and the snap of your thighs hitting has her crying. Itâs mind numbing; youâve lost your composure with her the first time fucking your feelings out to her, and itâll be like this for as long as youâre together. She could ruin you like right now - in the next day, week, month; hell, for the foreseeable future. The notion in itself is already devastating to think while this girl beneath you is shuddering, as youâre pounding her ruthlessly, pulling her hips back to yours, coaxing her worked pussy well past the brink to the point where youâre hearing your own heartbeat thumping in between your ears.Â
âYouâre so goodâŠâ she croons, lifting her head up bareilly to kiss you, get a few nails dragging along your back, let the pain soothe the filthy fuck youâre giving her. âPlease, justâ like that, god, fuck me, more, more-âÂ
âShh.âÂ
Some things in life are better left unsaid.Â
âI want to be yours before I go.â she whimpers, sounding off depressingly - like sheâs unwilling to cope with the fact of leaving you. Her eyes are glassy, begging almost - like this was the one fear sheâs afraid to live out when the time comes.Â
The sobs mix in with the slaps. Sheâs reduced to much less than a puddle, all worn out and exhausted, reaching out in desperation, keeping you close. You and her are so flushed, the stifling warmth could make you sick.Â
âBaby,â you breathe, a fast and tender kiss to give her all the reassurance that sheâll ever need. âYouâre not- Iâm never letting you go. Not now, not ever.âÂ
By the time sheâs whining and writhing and spilling out these bittersweet sobs, rocking your cock down the crevice until youâre fucking your load right down her gut. Youâre hunched over, fingers digging into the two small divots below the small of her back, hips bucking, a culmination - a nod, callback, homage, whatever youâd like to call it. Youâll leave your sentiment here, along with your heart, pulsing every beat out until the strokes get slow, lethargic.Â
Until you finally lay to rest with a kiss to her temple.Â
You tilt your face, let the breath graze across hers. Her hands are clasped together, your thumb pulling a bit of her hair away from her cheek. Sheâs shaking a bit, chest heaving but calming as the seconds pass on the clock.Â
âI was always yours.â This was the lasting resolve youâve had with Julie, âfrom the very start.â Youâre muttering while sheâs knitting her eyebrows, trying to take time to recuperate, fluttering her eyes open that tears down the final wall within your chamber.Â
She tries to form something within the rows of her teeth, and though it might not be recognizable to your ear canals, you press your forehead against hers again, letting that lazy smile do damage for the thousandth time since she got here. Drink in the moment while the crickets start singing their patchy tones.Â
âItâs you,â she says, tiredly. âItâs always been you.â Sheâs softly laughing while youâre peppering her with kisses, and sheâs quick to get both of her hands on opposite ends of your face, having one for herself because sheâs selfish. âNo one else even comes close.âÂ
Finally closing her eyes, you pull a soft smile, internalizing what was just said.Â
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The agenda is running blanks - youâre stuck doing the usual, daily routine that youâve built a proper consistency with. Sometimes, it feels like youâre running a rerun of that one annoying sitcom your dad plays to serve as background noise while doing chores around the house.Â
In other words, itâs been a little bit dry.Â
âYou never really told me,â you tell her, leaning back against the car while squinting through your sunnyâs, staring up at the building in front of you. âIâve always wondered if youâd take the chance to teach a class here in your free time.â The building, that is, Julieâs old dance studio; one of a few places that has served a pivotal purpose in your friendship and relationship with her. She tells you that you wouldâve done a few things well if you had chosen to pursue the same passion as her years ago, and you laugh at that.Â
âSomething to consider,â she starts. Walking back towards the car while you sigh and have an eyebrow lifted. âThink theyâd take me in when Iâm supposed to lay low for the time being?âÂ
âTalk about laying low when everyone knows youâre back in town.â You shrug.Â
âI might just do it.âÂ
âThen go for it.âÂ
You pass her a drink that was bought from one of her favorite spots just five minutes down the street, puts the refreshing taste down her throat before returning the cup.Â
âIâve only got a few more days,â Julie says, twisting your attention from your phone back to her. And once again, youâre reminded. Youâve known the stakes long before she even arrived here. The low burst of a bus passing by, a daunting noise you'll hear again once you drop her off at the airport when it happens. âThe company wants me back to finalize a few things before the next project.âÂ
âRight,â you nod, remembering clearly about the short topic when she brought it up the other day. âCanât be a show if they donât have their star present to make it happen.âÂ
Julie shifts a shoulder, tilting her head and prompting you to walk with her. There wasnât anywhere else to go in this town, and youâve done the lot. At this point, youâre just enjoying the quality time spent well with her.Â
And it gets you wondering - probably the fine line between delusion and deep thought about: What would it be like if she didnât become famous in the first place? Would she pursue other endeavors besides doing dancing and music that she could be proud about? What if it didnât work out back then, and she had to come back here? None of those things really matter unless she tried, and look what happened; she did try, and she made it.Â
Itâs after all these years of building her own life, you realize again, that even though there's that apparent gap of leaving you in the dark for all this time, sheâs still the same - deep down, in this very moment where no one else sees her as this superstar, but a regular person. A person, to you, that has grown much more than what you could have ever imagined possible. The list of things in your mental checklist has filled up to the point where the paper roll in would have to be extended, maybe stapled to a stack.Â
You hit the jackpot in the roulette love-life that some are very lucky to have. That longtime childhood friend-next-door neighbor turned to lover seems very make-believe and clichĂ© if put in writing, but youâll fill the blank journal page of that story somewhere down the line.Â
(An idea, or, ideas - for the topic of that entry, start forming. Maybe itâs a good thing to set some time aside to rewrite that empty draft completely.)Â
Sheâs here now, sheâll be gone soon; but the unchanging fact is that youâll be her strongest supporter. An act of affection that doesnât really need to be said out loud, and youâre cheering her on even if sheâs begging to stay in this town. You love her and what she does; youâll love her even if thereâs some distance between you two.Â
Love. You blurt out while zoning out to the small skyline, itâs such a funny concept to think about. Even ifâ
âWhat was that?â Julie asks, stopping in place while youâre suspended on the sidewalk. âDid you say something?âÂ
And, some things in life are meant to be said.Â
âI love you.â The own voice in your throat sounds unnatural, like a spirit possessed you into saying it. You clear your throat, not willing to hide away from anything - especially her. âIâve always loved you. Didnât you know that?âÂ
Julie turns her body square to you, a tilt of her head, inquisitively, lightly scrunching her face at what you just confessed, admitted - determining if you just committed perjury at this very moment. All she did after a second was nod in agreement, looking you in the eyes that tell a whole lot more, âYeah, I knew that.âÂ
You cringe, throwing the most gummy grin at her imaginable. She laughs, walking forward with a small hand slap to your chest. Itâs silly, cute, and so sweet. This girl has weaved into your heart, threading it so tightly that everyone else outside your little bubble knows that youâre hers. A keepsake, one of many.Â
âThink you can handle missing me?â she asks, hand on your cheek - and this time youâre the one leaning into her touch. âFrom the looks of it, youâre gonna be struggling. Like, a lot.âÂ
âTsk,â and youâre rolling your eyes while she starts to walk again, âI worry, like a normal person should.âÂ
âWhatâs there for you to worry about?â Julie asks you with her hands stacked behind her back, âuntil then, weâve got all the time in the world. Now câmon!âÂ
She grabs you by the hand, and youâre left smiling since itâs been something to be fine with. Because at the end of it all, sheâs always right.Â
Best believe that you wonât forget it.Â
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Hidden Strength
Kinkvember Day 7: Femdom/Immobilized
Kiss Of Life Han Julie x Male reader
The sun began its slow descent, casting a golden hue through the tall, narrow windows of Julie's dormitory, and you could feel the enchantment in the air. The light filled the small room with warmth, turning it into a sanctuary as beams of sun danced like whispers across the furnishings. Each detail glowed in this soft, waning lightâthe small, well-worn books stacked haphazardly on the desk, the laundry basket in the corner that had long since needed attention, and the plush throw blanket draped lazily over the back of a chair. Dust motes floated serenely through the light, resembling tiny stars suspended in a gentle, magical glow.
Julie stood near the entrance, carefully adjusting a small vase of fresh flowers she had picked from a nearby store earlier that morning. The vibrant yellows of daisies and deep purples of tulips stood out against the rustic wood of the console table. Each petal seemed to tell its own story of the sunlit day that had just passed, stories that matched the bubbling thrill that flickered in her eyes. Tonight was the night she had been looking forward toâan evening she had imagined over and over in her mind, a night where you, the one who stirred her soul in ways words couldnât capture, would finally meet her friends. Sheâd run countless scenarios in her head about how this meeting would go, spinning fantasies and rehearsing introductions. But now, here in the warmth of her room, those fantasies felt tangible, almost alive, breathing alongside her anticipation.
The dorm itself mirrored Julieâs emotions: cozy, inviting, and filled with a subtle lavender fragrance that floated through the room, calming her nerves. Soft light spilled from the delicate table lamps, blending with the gentle twinkle of string lights draped across her ceiling, casting an intimate glow over everything. It was the sort of ambiance that drew you in, evoking memories of childhood sleepovers, whispered secrets, and moments when bonds seemed to deepen in the flicker of a candleâs flame.
Then, the familiar creak of the door broke through her thoughts, and she turned, her breath catching as you stepped inside. For a moment, her eyes softened, her gaze locking with yours as a warm smile blossomed on her lips. It was as if the entire room shifted to acknowledge your presence, grounding her swirling thoughts and calming the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. You, with your quiet confidence and easy presence, seemed to blend into the warmth of her carefully crafted haven as if you belonged there.
Julie moved towards you, her smile widening as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your cheekâa gesture both tender and electric, filled with the quiet intimacy of everything unspoken between you. Her fingers lingered against your shoulder for a moment, and you could sense the pride in her eyes as she stepped back, letting you take in the room. A hint of curiosity danced in your gaze as you absorbed the cozy details, the careful touches that revealed so much of who Julie was.
âCome on,â she said softly, her voice steady, colored with the warmth of belonging and a spark of excitement she could barely contain. "They are all dying to meet you." The pride in her tone was unmistakable, as if she was welcoming you into a part of herself she rarely shared, inviting you deeper into her world.
As you walked with Julie toward the living room, laughter and lively voices spilled over from the trio who formed the heart of her groupâHaneul, Belle, and Nattyâlounging comfortably on an oversized sectional. The warmth of their camaraderie seemed to fill the entire space, and you could feel how much they meant to Julie; they werenât just friendsâthey were chosen family, each one a vital thread woven into the fabric of her life. When they spotted you and Julie approaching, their faces lit up with joy, eyes twinkling with friendliness and a touch of curiosity. Julieâs hand rested lightly on your arm, guiding you forward, as if anchoring you to this moment she had longed to share.
As you got closer, you could hear snippets of their playful banter; Haneul animatedly recounted a missed class, waving her hands in exaggerated gestures, while Belle teased her with a mock scolding. Natty, sprawled out on the couch, chimed in with an enthusiastic nod, her laughter bubbling up and pulling everyone else along with it. You felt yourself relax, letting your natural charm surface as you joined in the conversation, tossing in a few witty comments that sparked more laughter. The group responded easily, welcoming you as if youâd always been a part of their tight-knit circle.
Julie stepped back a bit, watching the scene unfold with a quiet sense of pride blossoming in her chest. For her, this was more than just an evening with friendsâit was a bridge between her worlds, a blending of the people she cherished most. And as laughter and light-hearted teasing filled the room, she couldnât help but feel that this gathering marked the beginning of something beautiful.
âI canât believe it took you this long to bring your boyfriend overâheâs so fun to be around!â Haneul teased, a mischievous grin lighting up her face as she nudged Julie playfully with her elbow. Her words carried a lighthearted energy that filled the dimly lit room, sparking another round of laughter. Julie chuckled, brushing off the teasing with a casual wave of her hand, her cheeks faintly flushed. âYeah, it was about time,â she replied, her voice warm with both pride and affection.
The evening continued to unfold like the pages of a captivating novel, each conversation flowing effortlessly, every laugh weaving the group closer together. You found yourself laughing deeply, the kind of genuine laughter that only emerges in moments of pure connection. It was clear you belonged here, that your presence added something vibrant to their bond.
Natty, relaxed in the comfort of the shared dorm, had chosen a loose shirt, unconcerned about needing a bra. The soft fabric draped casually over her, shifting with her movements, adding an effortless allure. Her confidence and natural grace were palpable, a quiet charisma that drew people in without her even trying.
But as the night wore on, Julieâs smile wavered just slightly as she watched you talking animatedly with Natty. Natty, with her easy charm and relaxed demeanor, was practically family to Julieâa friend who had stood by her through secrets, laughter, and tears. Julie rarely felt anything other than complete trust in her. Yet tonight, a flicker of jealousy stirred within her as she noticed your gaze linger just a fraction too long on Nattyâs chest, where the loose shirt dipped slightly, hinting at more than she could ignore.
It was barely a momentâa fleeting look, subtle enough that anyone else might have missed it. But for Julie, it was enough to send an unsettling ripple through her composure. Her stomach tightened as the thought took root, her mind spinning despite her efforts to shake it off. It wasnât as though youâd crossed any lines; you were simply being your warm, charismatic self, engaging and open as always. Yet, that fleeting glance tapped into insecurities she thought she had buried, doubts lingering like shadows even amid her trust in both you and Natty.
Julie took a steadying breath, trying to refocus as she observed the scene, almost as if from a distance. Within her, a delicate balance of pride and vulnerability settledâa quiet mix of loyalty and uncertainty that she held onto as the evening continued around her.
Forcing a neutral expression, she tried to suppress the unease that draped over her like a heavy cloak. The room buzzed with laughter and teasing, yet it was becoming harder for her to fully engage. Each time you threw your head back in laughter, your charm seemed to grow under the admiring gaze of her friends. A pang of doubt fluttered in her chest, a quiet ambivalence tugging at the edges of her mind.
Soon, the conversation shifted to relationshipsâa topic Belle was particularly excited to explore. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward, her smile playful and a bit too eager. âSo, whatâs it like dating Julie unnie?â she asked, eyes twinkling. âIs she totally whipped for you?â The room erupted in laughter, and Julie felt warmth creeping up her cheeksâa comment that would normally roll off her back but now struck a tender nerve. Should she let it go? She clenched her jaw, forcing a tight smile.
Natty joined in, her usual boldness paired with an audacious smirk. âShe's the leader of our group,â she said, glancing at you with a teasing glint, âbut I bet you call all the shots at home. I canât imagine her being in charge over you.â
You didnât respond right away, and the group took your silence as confirmation, murmuring their agreement with amused grins. Haneul, ever the instigator, jumped in with laughter, egging on the playful ribbing. âOh, for sure! Julie unnie, the one in control everywhere except with you,â she teased, nudging you with a wink.
The jests and laughter swirled around Julie like rising waves, each remark chipping away at her composure. She glanced anxiously at you, waitingâhopingâfor you to step in and defend her, to assert the truth of your relationship and challenge their playful assumptions. But instead, you chuckled along with them, a casual shrug signaling that, to you, it was all just lighthearted banter. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, and her stomach knotted tightly.
Your silence felt like a quiet betrayal. Why would you let them see her in such a simplistic, inaccurate way? How could you stand by, leaving the depth and nuances of your relationship blurred by their teasing?
A slow heat builds within Julie, anger bubbling beneath the surface, though she covers it with an artificial laugh, going along with the banter for the sake of appearances. Inwardly, her thoughts race, composing pointed retorts and fierce arguments she plans to unleash later. The laughter continues to fill the room, but joy feels painfully out of reach. She clutched the edge of your drink a bit tighter, hoping itâll keep her grounded, but the jealousy from earlier and frustration continue to churn within, casting shadows that refuse to dissipate.
When the night finally winds down, and her friendsâ laughter fades to soft goodbyes, Julie and you step out into the cool night air. The chill hits her like a sharp wave, bracing against her skin and momentarily clearing her head. But the fresh air does little to ease the simmering frustration that has been building inside her all evening.
The moment the door thuds shut behind her and you, cutting off the final echoes of laughter, the tension inside her snaps, unraveling the careful restraint she held all night. She turns to you, words tumbling out like a dam finally broken. âWhat the hell was that back there?â Her voice is low, sharp, and cold as it slices through the quiet of the night.
You blink, taken aback by the intensity in her tone. âWhat are you talking about?â you ask, confusion and concern mixing in your voice.
She crosses her arms, instinctively tightening them across her chest as if holding herself together against the flood of emotions threatening to spill. âYou just sat there and let them say all that crap,â she spits, her voice trembling despite its force. âThey were making me out to be a pushover, like Iâm some kind of doormat at home. And you didnât defend meânot once! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?â
Your eyes widen as realization sinks in, and guilt begins to weave through your thoughts. You open your mouth to respond, but she cuts you off before you can form the words. Taking a step closer, she looks up at you, her eyes glistening with restrained anger and hurt. âI expected you to set the record straight. To tell them thatâs not who I am. But instead, you just⊠laughed along. Like it was all true.â
The accusation hangs heavy in the chilly air, each word settling deep. You feel the pang of guilt flicker across your face as you reach out, hesitating, searching for the right thing to say. But her gaze stops you, piercing and unwavering, a mix of anger and wounded pride. Beneath her anger, you see a raw sense of betrayal that gnaws at her, aching and exposed. This was supposed to be the night she introduced you to the people closest to her, the ones who saw her as strong and capable. Instead, she feels as though sheâs been reduced to a shallow caricature, her relationship glossed over for the sake of a joke you let slide.
She draws a shaky breath, lowering her arms as she tries to steady herself, grounding the storm that churns inside her. âWeâll talk about this when we get home,â she says, her voice resolute and final, leaving no room for debate. She needs space to process the whirlwind of emotions before anything else can be said.
Your shoulders slump, and you nod silently, regret etching lines across your face. The two of you begin the walk back to your shared apartment in tense silence, each step echoing the growing chasm between you. The usual warmth and ease that bind you feel absent, replaced by a heavy, strained quiet that makes every footfall feel burdensome. The silence amplifies the divide, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions, each step stretching the space further.
As you walk, sheâs lost in thought, memories of the evening replaying in relentless loops. Every laugh, every teasing remark, and every moment youâd laughed along instead of defending her plays like an unending scene in a theater she canât escape. Frustration simmers, coiling tightly in her stomach as she tries to understand how you could have missed how deeply it affected her, how your silence felt like a silent endorsement of their jokes.
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The familiar sight of your apartment, once a place that buzzed with shared laughter and the comfort of mutual understanding, now looms ahead, transformed into an arena of silent reckoning. Julieâs eyes, which once sparkled with shared secrets and inside jokes, now bore into you with a steely resolve that leaves no room for misinterpretation.
When she speaks, the word hangs in the air like a final verdict. âStrip.â
You find yourself obeying, not out of fear, but out of a deep-seated need to atone for your transgression.
As you undress, the gravity of the situation becomes increasingly palpable. Each article of clothing that hits the floor feels heavier than the last, a testament to your surrender and an acknowledgment of the power dynamics that have shifted so abruptly. The room, usually filled with warmth and comfort, seems to shrink around you, intensifying the awareness of your exposed state. The chair in the center, once ordinary, now holds an ominous presence, its unyielding surface a prelude to the control Julie is about to wield.
Sitting there, naked and vulnerable, your exposure transcends the physical; it becomes a baring of your very soul, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding. The cool air of the apartment skates over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending shivers racing down your spine. Every sense feels heightened, tuned to the faintest soundsâthe rustle of fabric, the soft creak of the floorboards, and the steady rhythm of her movement as she prepares. The anticipation stretches each second into an eternity, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
When Julie finally reemerges, the transformation is striking. Gone is the warm, light-hearted partner who shared laughter with you earlier in the night. In her place stands a figure of dominance, her presence commanding and confident. She is dressed in black, the fabric accentuating her form with precision, glinting subtly as she moves. In her hands are the tools of her trade: silken ropes that promise both comfort and captivity, a spreader bar that signals the extent of your impending restraint, and a gag that will soon silence your words.
Julieâs movements are deliberate, each step resonating through the quiet room. The click of her heels on the hardwood floor becomes a countdown to when your world will narrow to just her and the sensations she chooses to inflict. She pauses in front of you, her gaze sweeping over your form with a look that is both critical and approving. Itâs not cruelty in her eyes but satisfactionâa shared acknowledgment of the trust underlying this exchange.
âHands,â she commands, her voice low and unwavering. You comply immediately, bringing your wrists behind you as she steps closer. The scent of her perfume reaches you, teasing your senses. Her fingers are skilled, weaving the ropes with a practiced ease, the loops snug but not cutting. Each knot holds you firmly in place, ensuring your surrender is complete. The bindings serve as a tangible reminder of your submission, tightening with every subtle shift of your body.
Julie's eyes glinting with mischief as she picks up the gag. She holds it up for a moment, searching your gaze for that final glimmer of acceptance. She moves closer, fitting the gag around your head. The material presses into your lips, silencing any potential words. As the gag muffles your voice, turning your apologies and pleas into soft, incoherent murmurs that fill the room, Julie smiles in satisfaction.
The sensation is disorienting yet electrifying, deepening your vulnerability. With a playful smirk, she reaches for the spreader bar, attaching it firmly, stretching your legs and enhancing the sense of helplessness. You feel the weight of your submission settle in, the world around you narrowing to just her and the anticipation of what comes next.
She steps back to assess her work, the room momentarily filled with nothing but the sound of your breathing, now shallow and uneven. The silence stretches, amplifying the thrum of anticipation coursing through you. Her gaze lingers as she runs a finger down your arm, trailing goosebumps in its wake. The spreader bar still lies within reach, a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
âDo you know why youâre in this position?â she asks, her voice slicing through the quiet with a commanding edge. The question hangs in the air, charged with expectation.
You nod, the movement subtle but insistent. Your eyes meet hers, carrying an apology and submission that donât need words. But the nod alone isnât enough for her.
âGood,â she whispers, leaning down until her breath warms your skin. âThen youâre going to be a good boy and take everything I give you tonight. Understand?â
You nod again, more fervently this time, the gag pressing against your mouth as you do. Your heart thunders as her words echo in your mind, sending a pulse of anticipation through you that makes every nerve in your body come alive. Her lips curl into a smirk as she straightens, her eyes never leaving yours.
And with that, the teasing began.
Julie moves with a predator's grace, each step calculated and precise. She brushes against you, her body a whisper against your skin, as she circles the chair like a huntress toying with her prey. Every nerve heightens in suspense, registering each point of contactâher breasts grazing your arm, her hips swaying against your legs. The gag renders your mouth useless, but your eyes betray a silent, unspoken desire.
Her fingers skim lightly over your thighs and stomach, deliberately avoiding your most sensitive areas, savoring the way your body tenses under her touch. Fingernails scrape gently over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"Already squirming," she teases, voice soft yet commanding. "I havenât even started, and youâre falling apart."
A muffled groan escapes as your body instinctively yearns for more. She revels in your helpless state, bound and utterly under her control. Her fingers dance over your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles before finally grazing the tip of your hardened length. The touch is fleeting, barely enough to satisfy the ache building within, but just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.
"So needy already," she murmurs, dark amusement flickering in her eyes as she continues her tantalizing torment. "And Iâve barely touched you."
Julieâs mastery in the art of dominance is clear in the way she commands every inch of your submission, drawing out your reactions like a skilled musician coaxing a melody from each note. She knows the true power lies in denial, in the sweet agony of anticipation. Her hands explore further, tracing the lines of your torso, shifting between feather-light touches and firmer caresses.
The dynamic between you pulses with an electrifying tension, a charged dance of dominance and submission. Without warning, she climbs onto your lap, her thighs bracketing your hips as she straddles you. Her warmth presses against you, her slickness gliding over your length, coating you with her arousal and leaving a heated trail that only deepens the fire within you, threatening to consume you both in its intensity.
Her hips start a slow, deliberate grind, pressing her heat against you in a rhythm thatâs both seductive and torturous, a constant teasing friction that only intensifies your need. Each controlled roll of her body against yours sends waves of pleasure rippling through you, spreading outward until every inch of your skin feels alive, hypersensitive to her slightest movement. She holds herself just out of reach, the wetness from her core brushing and slicking along your length, leaving you taut with need, your body practically vibrating with anticipation. Each soft gasp that escapes her lips as she moves only fuels the growing ache within you, driving you to instinctively buck your hips, craving to close the maddening distance, to press deeper into her warmth.
But the restraints binding you to the chair hold fast, forcing you to submit, a stark reminder of your willing captivity. Every strained movement, every pull against the bindings, only sharpens the ache, the urgency growing with each second she remains perched atop you, tantalizingly close but just out of reach.
She catches sight of the glistening evidence of your arousal at your tip, coated in her own slickness, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Leaking already," she murmurs, the tone a mixture of amusement and smug satisfaction. Her eyes gleam with wicked delight, drinking in every bit of evidence of your desire. "So desperate for me⊠and I havenât even let you inside. Pathetic."
Her words cut through the fog of arousal, a sharp contrast to the gentleness of her fingers as they begin to wander, tracing languid lines across your chest. Her fingertips drift over your skin with a possessive tenderness, mapping each contour and ridge with expert care. Her nails skim along your muscles, trailing down over the firm lines of your torso and sending jolts of heat to every nerve, her touch both thrilling and maddeningly slow.
She leans in, her breath warm against your neck as she murmurs softly, her voice carrying a tone of command that feels both soft and absolute. Every inch of you responds to her, every nerve straining toward her touch as she masterfully pushes and pulls you between desire and restraint, leading you through a symphony of sensation, teasing you closer and closer to the edge without allowing release.
Your breaths come shallow and ragged, each exhale a silent plea for mercy as your gaze meets hers, desperation clear in your eyes. But thereâs a glint of mischief in her expression as she holds you there, a silent acknowledgment that sheâs in complete control. She has youâbody and mind, bound and utterly at her mercy, while she conducts each sensation with calculated precision.
In one swift, unexpected move, she rises from your lap, leaving you throbbing, trembling with unfulfilled longing. The sudden absence of her warmth is jarring, a shock that leaves you gasping as your body craves her all the more. Helpless, you watch as she steps back, just out of reach, her gaze sweeping over you with a look of calm satisfaction, savoring the power she holds. Sheâs a goddess in her own right, basking in the way you devour her with your eyes, the silent worship etched across every fiber of your being.
With a fluid gesture, Julie blindfolds you, plunging you into darkness where every other sense sharpens. "You donât get to beg with your eyes anymore," she murmurs, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Youâll just have to feel." Deprived of sight, every whisper of her movement against your skin intensifies, turning each caress into a new form of exquisite torture.
She kneels down and her hand wraps firmly around your shaft, motionless yet charged with intent. You can feel the beat of your own pulse against her palm, each rhythmic throb amplifying the ache within you. She holds you just like that, unhurried, letting the tension build until every second feels like an eternity.
Then, almost imperceptibly, her arm began to move. Each stroke is a maddening teaseâsoft, deliberate, and just enough to make your muscles clench with anticipation, but never enough to bring you the release you crave. She slides her hand upward, a slow and torturous ascent that ignites every nerve along the way, until she stops just below the tip. Her grip tightens just a little, holding you there, keeping you on edge, her control turning your desire into a relentless pulse.
After a breathless pause, she reverses course, moving just as slowly down to the base and stopping again. The deliberate rhythmâup, pause, down, pauseâleaves you trembling, body taut and shivering under the command of her touch. Each hold, each slight squeeze, feels like both a promise and a denial, the tension building with every passing second. Itâs a masterful, torturous dance, and youâre ensnared in her control, helpless yet entranced by her command over your senses.
Her lips part in a sly smile "Look at you," she murmurs, her voice low and honeyed. "So hard, so ready and I decide when youâre satisfied." Her words are a silken reminder of her power, and the restraint she demands makes the desire inside you swell even further, twisting with both longing and surrender.
Just when the suspense is unbearable, she leans closer, her breath grazing your length, warm and tantalizing. The soft, steady rhythm of her exhale sends ripples of heat through you, and the contrast between her closeness and the aching need intensifies the tension coiling within. Her breath lingers, teasing, as if savoring every second of the anticipation.
Then, her lips brush lightly against the tip, a feather-soft kiss that makes your entire body jolt in response. In that instant, a drop of anticipation escapes, and she notices, her gaze fixated on each pulse of your member. She dips her head, the tip of her tongue darting out just enough to scoop the small drop, her touch maddeningly gentle.
Her tongue traces the tiniest, deliberate flick across the sensitive skin, collecting the bead with exquisite care. Each soft, restrained stroke of her tongue stokes the fire within, leaving you teetering on the edge of release yet held back, her control absolute. Each touch is measured, perfectly calculated to keep you suspended between need and surrender, an unrelenting tease that keeps you helplessly ensnared.
Your muscles strain against the bonds that hold you, your body surrendering to the exquisite torment she inflicts. The pride that once stiffened your spine melts under her touch, leaving you utterly exposed and vulnerable. In this game of pleasure and restraint, Julie is the undisputed master.
"What a pathetic mess," she taunts, amusement lacing her voice as she revels in her dominion over your body. "You tower me and yet I can make you crumble with just a touch." Her words cut both as a rebuke and a compliment, a testament to her irresistible allure.
With each slow stroke along your shaft and each flick of her tongue over the sensitive tip, she brings you to the very edge of release, only to pull back, leaving you teetering on the brink of bliss. Your body arches, straining against the restraints, desperate for the ultimate surrender that only she can offer.
Then, without warning, she stops.
Julie stands back, posture exuding a blend of amusement and authority, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she watches your frustrated contortions. Her eyes glint with mischief, sparkling like sunlight on an unruly sea, as she takes in the sight of you squirming under the weight of your desire. The tension thickens, a palpable pulse wrapping around you both, amplifying every flicker of energy flowing between you.
âYou want to cum so badly, donât you?â she taunts, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr that resonates in the core of your being, each syllable dripping with seduction. The words hang in the air, tantalizing and laced with playful command, pulling you even deeper into her orbit. She leans closer, her warm breath brushing against your skin, strengthening the connection that crackles between you.
âBeg for it,â she continues, her tone turning sharper, though still steeped in teasing allure. âApologize for what you did to me earlier.â Her eyes narrow, challenging you to surrender, to embrace the vulnerability simmering just beneath the surface. The power dynamic dances between you, electric and heady, anticipation swirling like a cyclone that leaves you breathless, utterly captivated by her control.
Your response is a garbled attempt at speech, the gag reducing your words to incomprehensible murmurs. Yet the desperation is unmistakable, a raw testament to the intensity of your need.
Julie chuckles softly, her breath hot and laced with playful mischief as she leans in, her lips hovering near your ear. The warmth radiating from her skin sends a shiver down your spine, heightening the tension simmering between you.
âI canât understand you,â she teases, voice low and sultry, each word leaving a trail of excitement in the still air. Her playful tone cuts through the intensity, a lightness that only sharpens the edge of the moment. A mischievous grin dances across her lips, a blend of challenge and allure that sets your heart racing.
âYouâll have to try harder than that,â she purrs, her eyes bright with mischief. The space between you crackles with unspoken desire as you struggle to respond, caught in the spell she weaves. Julieâs confidence and sass infuse the moment with an infectious thrill, holding you captive in a deliciously precarious game of cat and mouse.
With renewed urgency, you try again to plead, your muffled cries growing more frantic. But Julieâs smirk remains, her head shaking in silent refusal as she drinks in your pleas, delight flickering in her gaze.
The seconds stretch, each one a small eternity that settles heavily on your consciousness. The yearning inside intensifies, a silent plea for release that feels like a prayer. Each minute seems to stretch further, blending into a timeless void filled only with the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart.
Julie watches with an intensity thatâs both unsettling and thrilling, her gaze tracking every twitch, every involuntary shudder that runs through you. She seems to derive a certain pleasure from this power, this control she holds over you.
Then, as if guided by an impulsive whim or sensing a subtle shift within you, her demeanor changes. Her fingers, which have been teasing around your length, suddenly tighten around your shaft. The warmth of her palm contrasts sharply with the cool air, the pressure sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
In an instant her hand begins to move in deliberate, fast strokes. Each motion is a symphony of sensation, a calculated descent into the depths of pleasure. Your muscles coil like a spring, tension mounting with every pass of her hand.
The room fills with the sound of your muffled moans, the gag doing little to stifle the raw, animalistic noises escaping your throat. Parched from panting, forming words becomes impossible, but your body speaks for you, each tremor a language of pure need. Your back arches, every fiber straining against the crescendo of sensation threatening to overwhelm.
Then, with a suddenness thatâs both startling and inevitable, the wave of release crashes over you. After the relentless teasing and countless moments held just on the brink, the sensation is nothing short of explosive. Itâs as though every nerve in your body has been ignited, the intense buildup finally finding its release in a torrent that consumes you completely. The climax is powerful and shuddering, each pulse deeper and more overwhelming than the last, streaking across your stomach and chest as Julie angles you just so, letting every drop land exactly where she intended.
The sensation is almost blinding, leaving you trembling in its wake. The sheer force of release leaves your muscles shuddering, as if theyâre catching up to the relief theyâve been denied for so long. Your breaths come in sharp gasps, each one echoing the intensity of everything youâve been holding back. Every ounce of tension unwinds, cascading through your limbs until you feel weightless, utterly spent.
As the aftershocks ripple through you, your head was buzzing, the world narrowed to the warmth and satisfaction coursing through your body. Julieâs hand slows, her touch soft and almost reverent as she loosens her grip, fingers tracing gentle circles along your skin. Her gaze lingers over the evidence of her careful work, a quiet triumph in her eyes as she takes in the effect sheâs had on you, savoring each tremor and shallow breath.
You thought you were done, that the punishment had finally matched the crime, but you couldn't have been more wrong. The game is far from over.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of leather and the unmistakable musk of arousal, filling the space between you. Julieâs fingers work with expert precision as she reaches for the buckle behind your head, the slick click of metal releasing the ball gag from your mouth breaking the tense silence. As the gag falls away, you gasp for air, your chest heaving with a sharp, grateful intake, savoring the rush of cool air against your parched throatâa fleeting relief from the intensity sheâs kept you under.
But she allows you no time to settle. Her fingers glide up to the blindfold, and with a quick tug, she pulls it away, letting light spill into your vision. Your eyes squint and blink, adjusting to the sudden brightness after so long in darkness, the details of the room coming back into focus in a dazed, almost surreal clarity. Julieâs face comes into view, her gaze heavy with satisfaction, her expression carrying the weight of everything sheâs just put you through.
In one fluid motion, she gathers the overwhelming evidence of your surrenderâyour release, slick, warm and copious in her hand, holding it up between you, letting the light catch it as if it were some prized possession. Her eyes, dark and filled with a knowing glint, meet yours, and the look she gives you is laced with pride, satisfaction, and a sense of complete ownership that sends another shiver down your spine.
Her expression speaks volumes, a blend of triumph and control, as if marking this moment as her own creation. The silence stretches, laden with all the unspoken promises sheâs fulfilled, and the intensity of her gaze makes it clear that she isnât done with you yet.
âOpen,â she commands, her voice a silky rasp that brooks no disobedience. Your lips part instinctively, the submissive reflex inside you responding to her dominance. Slowly, deliberately, she tips her hand, letting the viscous fluid slide over your tongue. The taste is salty, bitterâa potent reminder of your surrender.
"Keep it there until I say otherwise," she instructs, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. You nod slightly, eyes wide, a blend of fear, excitement, and adoration clouding your gaze. A soft whine escapes you, a sound that speaks volumes about your submission.
Her hand resumes its relentless rhythm on your sensitive member, merciless in its pace, drawing you back to the peak of pleasure despite the sharp, overstimulated ache that borders on pain. Each jolt that courses through your body makes you feel your vulnerability tenfold. The strength you once prided yourself on is gone, leaving you trembling, utterly at her mercy.
âKeep squirmingâ she purrs, eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she revels in the sight of you reduced to this state. âIâm not done with you yet.â
Your body twitches under her touch, control completely relinquished to her hands. The overstimulation is overwhelming, but stopping is a luxury sheâs denied you, and youâre left trapped in an intoxicating blend of ecstasy and agony that only she can navigate.
Julieâs eyes, darkened with unrestrained desire, stay locked onto yours as her slick hand works you closer and closer. But thereâs no comfort in her gaze, only dominance and satisfaction as she sees you fall apart under her touch. She leans in, a mocking smile on her lips. âLook at youâjust a mess. Canât even handle a little girl like me.â
The pressure builds unbearably, each second a dizzying rush that overwhelms you. Your face twists in desperation, begging silently for her mercy as her pace continues. Just when you think you canât bear it anymore, your control shatters, a raw moan escapes you as a couple drops of liquid spills from your lips onto your chest as your release is forced from you again.
But Julie only smirks, her hand still working with an unrelenting rhythm, refusing to give you even a momentâs reprieve. She watches, amused, as you whimper and struggle beneath her, her mocking voice low and taunting. âI didnât say you could stop.â
Your eyes widen, pleading, but she doesnât relent. The sensitivity has your body spasming under her touch, every nerve frayed as she pushes you toward a second release, knowing it will push you past all limits. You can only submit, powerless as she drives you quickly over the edge again.
With a broken moan that quickly crescendos into a loud, uncontrollable cry, your body surrenders, releasing one last time in a shuddering wave. The climax is so overwhelming that your muscles, usually clenching tight in moments like this, go limp under her dominance. The sensation crashes over you, leaving your mind blank and your body helplessly convulsing.
As the intensity peaks, your previous release spills from your mouth, dripping down to your chest and mingling with the sweat beading your skin. The warm, slick mess spreads across your torso, the sensation amplifying the vulnerability coursing through you. Every fiber of your being is overtaken, leaving you quivering and trembling as she finally eases her grip. You collapse, utterly spent and broken before her, breaths coming in ragged gasps as the overstimulation echoes through your limbs.
Julieâs eyes never leave yours as she leans in, claiming your mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss that leaves you gasping. She pulls back with a sharp smirk, then spits harshly onto your chest, the suddenness of it making you shudder as the warmth mixes with the already smeared fluids. The act stings with raw dominance, each drop marking her claim. Slowly, she drags her fingers through the blend, smearing it purposefully across your skin. Each stroke is deliberate, a cool reminder of her power as her touch lingers over your heaving chest, spreading the warmth until it clings to every inch of you.
âThere,â she murmurs with a smirk, voice a perfect blend of pride and satisfaction. âNow youâll remember exactly who owns you.â
Julie rises slowly, her fingers gliding down your chest, pausing to press lightly where your heartbeat betrays your surrender. She steps back, her eyes sweeping over youâbound to the chair, hands secured tightly behind your back, legs spread wide by the bar at your ankles. Every inch of you is exposed, vulnerable, and yet thereâs no desire to resist. The calmness settles deeper, the certainty of yielding to her undeniable.
A small, satisfied smile plays at the corner of her lips as she studies you, taking in the way the ropes hold you exactly where she wants. Her gaze fixes on you with a confidence thatâs unbreakable. âThis,â she says, her tone soft yet edged with command, âis exactly where you belong. Tied up, under my control, waiting for my command. You donât get to call the shots hereâthatâs my role.â Her words settle over you, embedding themselves like an invisible mark, a seal on the surrender you feel.
She steps behind you, her hands resting firmly on your shoulders, anchoring you in her presence. She begins to knead away the last traces of tension, her fingers firm yet gentle, drawing you deeper into her influence. A shiver races down your spine as she leans close, her breath warm against your ear.
âThink about tonight,â she murmurs, her voice both soft and unshakable, as though each word is settling into you. âThink about how easily you yield, how completely you become mine, just as you are right now. Because thisââher nails trail lightly down your back, drawing a sharp breath from youââis how things will be. In this house, and anywhere else we go.â
Her hands slide back to your wrists, her fingers deftly working to untie the ropes that have held you so tightly. She moves with care, releasing each bond one by one, each motion a reminder of her control. Even as the ropes fall away, the feeling of being held by her command remains. She moves to your front, kneeling to remove the spreader bar from your ankles, her fingers brushing your skin lightly, each touch a reminder that itâs her choice to free you, her decision.
Once free, you feel the urge to stretch, but her gaze roots you to the spot, grounding you in her authority. Her eyes stay fixed on you, unwavering, and without a word, the weight of her expectation presses down. Itâs instinctiveâyou feel yourself slowly sinking down, lowering to your knees before her, your hands coming to rest at your sides.
Julie steps closer, her fingers reaching for your chin. She tilts your head up, bringing your eyes to meet hers, and the weight of her command settles even deeper within you.
âThis,â she says, her thumb brushing softly over your jawline, âis exactly where you belongâat my feet, waiting for my word. I want you to see whoâs in control, who makes the choices. And every time you look at me like this, youâll remember that every action, every decision, is mine.â Her fingers tighten just slightly, her gaze holding yours with a depth that leaves no room for doubt.
You nod subtly, the acceptance in your gaze mirroring her certainty. Her hold on your chin remains, her fingers pressing a little firmer, reinforcing the truth sheâs just spoken. âI donât want you to just obey. I want you to feel it, to know that every inch of you is mine to command. You stay when I say stay. You move when I allow it. Understand?â
The air is thick with her authority, her words pressing into you, reinforcing her control in every possible way. You nod then finally, she releases your chin.
She smiles, her satisfaction evident. âGood,â she murmurs, watching you closely. âGet up and go clean yourself. Then meet me in bed. We're going to discuss your behavior at the dorm.â
You rise slowly, each movement a reminder of the boundaries sheâs drawn. As you turn toward the bathroom, you feel her gaze lingering, following you like a weight that holds you in place even as you walk away. And when the door clicks shut behind you, the image of her small, knowing smile remains etched in your mindâa reminder of the perfect place sheâs found for you, right where she intended.
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Vampire Kiss of Life's Reaction to you Getting Hurt
Julie Han (Alpha)
Big. Big. Big Mistake
Attacking an Alpha's husband especially if it's mating season is the equivalent of signing one's death wish and Miss Julie Han is no exception and is very unforgiving
Julie wouldn't love anything more than to rip the fool into shreds but first, she'd want to send them a final message before they die and feel nothing but dread and fear
But the most important part is that you are safe and ensure you are healthy and all wounds are treated if you sustained any
Would you be traumatized witnessing Julie rip apart the perp? Nope, Julie isn't a monster to let you see that and would likely tell you to stay in a safe hiding spot
"Mama? What happened?" Your innocent-self asked
"Oh, don't worry sweetie, that bad man won't hurt you any longer and I won't allow anyone to do so again, now come along sweetie~,"
Natty (àžàžČàžàž±àžàžàžČ àžȘàžžàžàžžàžàžàžŽàžàžàžšàč) (Enforcer)
Oh boy... If anyone dares to hurt you in any way, Natty wouldn't hesitate to confront the perp and would ensure something like this wouldn't happen again
If they're are lucky enough that Natty is in a good mood, she might spare their life but not without several broken bones
Natty's super vampire strength can easily snap a human in half like a twig and lucky them that Natty is wise to know her own strength
But after she was done with them, Natty would constantly keep you close to her at all times and demands you to check up with her every now and then if she isn't around
"Come to mommy darling and I'll keep you safe and I promise nobody will be able to bother or hurt you when I'm around~,"
Belle (Shim Hyewon) (Blood Sister)
Belle is completely obsessed and possessive when it comes to you and you are the only thing that comes to her mind so you can imagine how she'll feel when someone lays their dirty fingers on you
She'd be livid and angry beyond the levels she never imagined in her life, Belle would nearly lose control of her emotions because she would feel at fault because she wasn't strong enough to prevent this
Belle would blame herself for failing you and worst of all, her sisters would be greatly disappointed but that was just overthinking thankfully and will handle the situation with pure elegance with a hint of blood
But what's more important to her is that you're safe and breathing, wounds will heal with proper treatment and Belle would go as far as make an example out of them
"Come near my precious baby and you all suffer the same fate as him..."
Won Haneul (Youngest Blood)
Oh boy, Haneul... How should I put this? Haneul is one of the most dangerous and powerful maknae Vampires in the sisterhood and she certainly won't take shit from anyone
Haneul takes her duty of being your wife and mother seriously just like her older sisters and has sworn to protect you from any dangers
She loves you to death and will do anything to ensure you're comfort and happiness so to see someone laying their hands on you is something that will surely make her infuriated with fiery rage
Haneul would chase them down if she has to letting one of her older sisters look after you while she was gone and will deliver a painful death to the person
"This is what you deserve for hurting my little angel and Hell has a special place for you..."
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cuckoo for kooya
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m reader x julie // 21k words
Thereâs always going to be that one occurrence in your lifetime. Where, even when all possibilities of it happening just doesnât seem to line up, still does.Â
âItâs been a while, hasnât it?âÂ
Doomed to regret, or relieved of the fact that youâre given a chance after waiting for who really knows how long, it all arrives in the same fashion. Youâre pretty certain that things like these transpire for a reason; and sometimes, the best part about this mystery is whatâs to come after.Â
Truth be told, itâs an unexplainable miracle how Julie still remembers you after all these years.Â
Okay, that statement itself might be an over exaggeration, and itâs been roughly about five years? Maybe seven? Shit, it might be even eight or more. The game of life doesnât have time for someone like you to stand idly, dozing off and unbothered like thatâs how you want things to be.Â
Nonetheless, you analogized this to your circle of friends about how you and Julie are like parallel lines: destined to be side by side, never to cross each other's paths to meet in the middle. Youâve convinced yourself long ago there would never be any form of instance crossing past that line of being in love with her, ever. Despite what everyone says otherwise, the teasing never stopped; a recurrence every once in a while with your high school friends (and hey, itâs not your fault that you tense up at the bare mention of her name or see a picture of you and her together from when you were kids and not have a crossing thought of what couldâve been). Sheâs been the one person who was always there for you, until eventually going away and out of your life before you could even understand what any of that meant in the first place.
It doesnât matter if itâs the first time youâve set eyes on her or the last, because a part of you seems to stop in their tracks whenever sheâs within line of eyesight.Â
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Midday, at the peak of rush hour traffic around the airport, thereâs a scramble of newcomers and departing travelers through the doors of the terminal. The sporadic influx of people with one or two hand carries, and various cart goers with enough baggage to stay in the country for more than a projected month.Â
You pull the corner of your lip when you see a familiar shade of bright ash colored hair, retro shades shielding her face from anyone that might notice at a glance. Her luggage was surprisingly less than what you have expected: a bulky backpack thatâs roughly the size of her entire midsection (she could go hiking or backpacking for all you know) and a large suitcase with a duffel bag stacked on top of it.Â
Julie being Julie, she decided to go the comfort route of her outfit rather than the haute couture style that she always plasters her social media profile with which was a nice change to see considering the amount of sponsors she has at her age. She scans the line of cars with the hazard lights on along the lane, immediately bee-lining for yours while youâre leaning against the side with the engine still running and not with the hazard lights on, just to make it easier for her to spot you.Â
When she finally stops her footing a few inches before the curb, she lets out this sigh when the handle of her suitcase clicks back in, plopping the duffel bag onto the ground as if sheâs making her presence known, you take a quick look around ensuring that she wasnât trying to make a scene. âHey,â she calls over. Thereâs no second thought; you could be fifty feet away and still spot her.Â
Julie runs a hand through her hair, chin tilted up slightly when you get onto the sidewalk from the street, signifying the clear difference in height. Sheâs at your neck, and youâre glad that she stayed around there - you know, just to annoy her.Â
Coming off ever-so casually, âHey.âÂ
âItâs been a while, hasnât it?âÂ
You lift your eyebrows with one at the highest point you could take on your forehead. âWhat do you think?âÂ
âI donât know, why donât you tell me?âÂ
A shake of the head, youâre giddy in an instant second.Â
âSeriously?â She starts, pulling out her set of earbuds and her glasses simultaneously, raising an eyebrow before squinting her eyes closely to your face, and all youâre doing is just letting your head fall a few degrees left to keep her second guessing. âThere is no way they let you be my personal chauffeur for today.âÂ
âWell, about that.â you scoff, stepping on the concrete away from the asphalt while also fishing out a folded twenty dollar bill from your pocket. âI was doing some errands for my parents before I got hit with the last minute memo to pick up some girl thatâs been too busy with stardom.âÂ
âWhatâs the adult dollar for?â Julie asks, fighting the smile terribly while youâre matching the same energy. âAre you tipping for yourself?âÂ
A pause forms between the two of you, staring, reading into each otherâs expressions. The white noise of cars coming occasionally broken with scattered honks across the place. You kinda look stupid with the twenty dollars in between your fingers, but Julie breaks first by looking down, youâre rolling eyes at how simple itâs been after all this time - easing into her, and she does the same.Â
She steps forward with swinging arms, capturing you in between them. Julie was always the outgoing one with affection. Growing up, you kinda got sick of her being up all in your space. Now, youâve come the long way âround; her hand lightly grips the back of your neck, youâre shaking her side by side with your arms around her waist, suddenly sheâs got a hand to your cheek before she pinches it just to annoy you. One thing for sure: you enjoy the small bubble entrapping you with her, not giving a care for whatâs going outside of it.Â
âOh my god?â you tell her breathlessly, half drunk on the sweet scent of her hair, pushing her back slightly to get a second look at her, trying to process how much sheâs grown. âYou- your hairâŠ.â
âI know right?â she acknowledges, tilting her head off to the right while hiding away. âDidnât think that orange would be my color in the first place and now, I own it.âÂ
She looks good, and somehow sheâs still the same Julie you remember spending a good chunk of your entire childhood with to know that unchanging fact.Â
âLong flight?â you ask her, hands on her shoulders with a quick massage. âYou know what they say about airport crushes; see them once, and theyâre gone the next moment for forever.âÂ
âNo one has ever said that.â Julie laughs, flipping some of her hair over the shoulder, her lone hand lightly underneath your forearm, not letting the faintest clutch of your sweater get to you because it will, and it seems that the personal point still stands, but you remember the conversation with her regarding that all those years ago - unsure if the sting is still present or not, youâll have to ponder sometime later. âAlways the one to say complete nonsense to me and expect to understand it,â she closes the distance with you again, a slightly more prolonged hug, relaxing into your embrace again with a sleepy sigh, âBut yes, Iâm still tired.âÂ
âSo much for getting lunch.âÂ
âOh, we can still get lunch, if youâre paying of course.â She says, pressing both of her index fingers together innocently, dodging your eyes on purpose before you realize what sheâs actually doing.Â
âTypical of you, Julie.âÂ
âWhat? Iâm not doing anything.â She replies, shaking her head. Your peripheral view catches a person wearing a neon yellow vest approaching you two, probably coming over to issue a warning that youâre picking up and not parking. Looking in the same direction, she too, takes the hint, realizing that youâre in a slight time crunch and the reunion can take place somewhere else. âBesides, I was always the one to get you lunch after school when you said that you werenât hungry.âÂ
âI could just take you straight home,â you say, popping the trunk to put all of her belongings in the back.
âDonât! Iâm kidding, obviously.â
Thatâs your Julie.Â
âUnless you donât let me pick the place to grab something, then I guess you could take me home then, if it isnât that much work for you.â She remarks while youâre rounding the car from behind, slotting in the gap to open the door for her before she swaps places with you on the outside and her on the opposite side.Â
Regardless of the absence, sheâs hit it off with you again like nothing had ever happened, the habits of goodwill when youâre shielding her head from the roof of the door frame and shutting it when she finally sits in.Â
Itâs like a rerun of old memories coming back. When the whirr of the engine springs to life from the ignition, paired with the dragged out sigh of Julie settling into the passenger seat of your car, leaning the seat all the way back with her feet on the dashboard. Sheâs also surprised that you kept a few trinkets that she put in the interior, but the main takeaway was the polaroid on the left side of the speedometer. The image wasnât that big of a deal if youâre looking at the date scribbled with a sharpie, but itâs her lips pressed against your face on the last night before she went away to pursue her own endeavors. As for the gesture itself, Julie laughs it off since the main reason was because she had one too many drinks - which was understandable, to say the least.
(Well, friends have their own ways of showing off their love from a platonic standpoint, so this was just one of those instances; nothing more.)
You and her just talk for what seems like ages, forget with the notion of playing catch-up. Sheâs only been here for probably less than an hour and half at this point, and you could care less with the traffic on the way to the niche coffee spot where you and Julie have always gone to after school days and study sessions.Â
She points out to you that everything is pretty much the same since she left it - like she runs the place - and in a way, it felt like that to you for a while. Itâs all in the scattered corner stores, the park with those two stationary bikes that sheâd ride just because sheâs bored, that one avenue of houses that you and her talked about owning one day if the lottery was won between the two of you. All of these things start coming back to you like stills from an old film camera.Â
âI helped get the house redone with flooring and everything,â you tell her, flicking the blinker up and looping right into the parking lot of the cafe. âFigured that it was time to change some things up around there for once.âÂ
Right when you set the car to park, clicking off the seatbelt and she too does the same; you glance over to the passenger seat while grabbing for your wallet and keys, seeing Julie on her side, head propped up to her hand, a leg tucked to her chest before she nods her head down to let the set of sunglasses fall weirdly on the bridge of her nose, fixing it soon after while softly smiling back. âAnything else that I missed out on that I havenât heard from the others?âÂ
You look up, pursing your lips together with a hum, trying to give somewhat of a legitimate answer, âPerhaps one thing: me.âÂ
Julie stares at you unimpressed, slightly cringing at what was just said while youâre wearing a dumb grin spread across your face. Her chin dips diagonally, insisting silently that you give her a valid explanation, but you donât. She knows your fair share of flings and failed talking stages, and sheâs not far off the cut too; coming to you for advice about how guys operate because you understood well that some of them only think with their fucking crotch and not their brain most of the time.Â
She sighs, this time with a light smirk in acceptance. âFine, Iâll take that to be an acceptable answer.âÂ
Phone and wallet in one hand, the other opening the door, a turn of the head shields you biting your inner lip, mind slowly falling into the delusional thought of filling the gap in your amygdala of what shouldâve been done in the first place.Â
Maybe if you had the chance to go back in a time machine to alter the causes, the outcomes mightâve been in a much different space entirely.Â
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Though, itâs worth mentioning that you and Julie have never actually tried dating each other up until she left during junior year. The idea itself wasnât necessarily tempting, but the lone strings in your heart decided at best that it wouldnât escalate anything higher than what you already had with her.Â
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Sure.Â
Everything comes natural when itâs with Julie. Out of everyone in your small circle of friends, it was you and her that have been tethered together since you two were basically in diapers. She was born a few days before you; in the same hospital, on the same floor. Your mothers already had a tight-knit connection even prior to you and her even stepping in the picture of their lives. Then thereâs the special aspect of being a pair since preschool; nearly all the moments were either you and her not too apart from the other.Â
You poke a straw through her latte before handing it to her first, only to take the same drink and bring it back around for you to have to take the additional one you bought instead. Everything starts to settle like old times. Sheâs telling you stories about what sheâs doing with her career; nothing short of traveling around the world, giving you the most colorful way of what occurred even if it was the most simplest of things. The brand deals, the collaborations, how she loves what sheâs doing. You couldnât be more proud of her for taking her life by the reins because you and her both agreed that staying here in this town would only hold her back to what she really wants.Â
âSo,â she starts, placing her phone down after showing her pictures of her recent outing somewhere in Poland. âRemind me what youâre doing again?âÂ
Sheâs sitting across from you on the table, leg over the other, hands linked at the knee. Her drink is almost finished, thereâs a half eaten croissant while youâre playing back all of the things that might be worth noting. You look up to see that subtle smirk, a hint of her dimples that youâve probably fantasized about kissing because theyâre just there, her pretty cat-like eyes, low and heavy, and her hair just looks amazing to see since the papaya color really suits her well.Â
âWell, itâs nothing really worth sharing,â you say, grabbing another sip through the opening of your drink, âThis job I got starts in a few weeks, and oh- grad schoolâs finally done and over with.â Julie nods in excitement, clapping quietly with her fingers while youâre waving a hand up to save the embarrassment. You show her the grad photos and ceremony, and tells you looked good, apologizing for not showing up earlier to be that for your massive accomplishment.Â
âAnything else that youâre doing to pass time?â she asks, stealing your drink since she finished hers.Â
âI write a little here and there. No big deal.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
You shrug, âKinda, sort of struggling with this one story or idea thatâs been rattling my brain for the past couple days now.âÂ
Julie does the similar action like she did earlier while getting out of the car; that slight lean back with narrow eyes to subject something suspicious. âIs it the kind of writing that I think it is?âÂ
âJul, itâs just poems.â you tell her, adjusting your chair closer while she spills a mess of giggles while you snatch back your drink for another sip to keep yourself distracted. âYou know that I get lost with reading. It was just that one time that you caught me red-handed.âÂ
âYouâre not at fault for hooking me onto that kind of stuff too.â she replies, fingers bridged together to support her chin with her elbows on the table, âI will say, the mind can create the wildest imaginations.âÂ
âHave you noticed what youâre doing with those outfits and dances?âÂ
âHey, I read those comments every now and then.â Julie takes back your drink to finally finish it, placing the cup off to the side with the half-eaten croissant to open up the table for conversation. âItâs just one way of staying engaged with fans without even interacting with them.âÂ
Thatâs the kind of line you drew with Julie: being her supporter while sheâs coming into her own. Making a name for herself through her own route of success to being famous, garnering attention by the minute with every post that she makes of herself or with others. You find yourself staring at pictures of her in outrageous outfits a little too long at times, watch the parts of her in videos on loop because sheâs radiating with happiness, enjoying what she does. Her voice is distinct for you to pick out, and youâre wondering also: what did the world do to deserve an angel like her for just being the way she is?Â
She was a constant in your life, the couple of minutes you set aside in your schedule to see what sheâs up to while in school or work - an out reaching thread youâll dip down to see where she is or what sheâs doing.Â
Canât be mad at her for not keeping up with you after all this time anyway.Â
âWhy did you bring me here?â Julie asks, her tone serious with hands now on her lap.Â
Instead of sugarcoating the inquiry, youâre mature enough to the point where some things are best given flat out the first try rather than scaffolding the truth bit by bit.Â
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(Itâs a flashpoint in the same spot years ago; the end of one thing, the start of another. Only main difference of this was the seating arrangement: you with your back against the fence and Julie on the opposite end with someone carrying a tray back inside the cafe.Â
The receipt was already on the table, empty orders of drinks just waiting to be discarded. Itâs sundown, and the inside was already packed with various students cramming in bits and pieces of study guides for that history test theyâre all convinced that theyâll fail. Not you, because youâre confident in your academic abilities so why lose sleep over it.Â
âIâm finally going forward with this.â Julie tells you, sitting idly while she just went you through the potential plan of her journey to success. Bottom line still stands: sheâs going away, and the news still hits you like a deer caught in headlights. She nudges your shin that makes you snap out from your trance off into the distance, âAre you even listening?âÂ
âI am- I was.â you answer, shaking your head while scratching, because youâre aware of the facts. Julie has been pushing to get herself off with her feet up in the sky, and managed to land a chance to finally make that silly dream of being famous into a reality. Itâs been brewing behind the scenes, seeing her pace back and forth between phone calls while having a quick bite before dinner at her place. âSo itâs really happening this time.âÂ
âYes.â She says, as if the news itself already didnât tear an opening in your heart from the beginning. Any lingering feeling that was there for her was about to be ripped away from you in the next few days, and thereâs not a lot of time left either; so why put in effort to even try and convince her when her mind is already made.Â
âOnly a matter of time until youâre finally gone.âÂ
âDonât say it like that.âÂ
âYou know how I am with things like these.â you tell her, flatly. âThe sentiment coming from me feels wrong, but it's your dream and I donât want to jeopardize that.âÂ
Julieâs expression softens, meeting your eyes. Theyâre filled with fading stars while hers are glassy, lip quivering while she reaches for your hand, thumb rubbing the ridges across the wrinkles of your knuckles - how the touch will be an unknown to her, inevitably.Â
âYouâre not hurting me.â she says, smiling, confessing like itâll give you some comfort to live with. âYou never did.âÂ
She knows your wavelength better than anyone else besides your parents. Nodding at her reassurance, you put away the one thing that you shouldâve said in hiding, since itâs already too late. You donât even know when sheâll be back let alone have the expectation for things to be the same later, because it wonât be.Â
Itâs also impossible to satisfy the urge in telling her everything right here and now, put all of your thoughts and feelings on the table with no regrets; itâs there, but youâve stomached the feeling deep down enough to keep it inside.)Â
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âI mean, this is where we left things,â you tell her, bearing a smile, âwhy not start right where we left off?âÂ
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Whatâs talked about throughout years is all recapped in the matter of a few hours. Youâve gone around the town in different spots, talking about the notable events that occurred in each and every one of them. Thereâs a fill-in between different friends and shakeups of relationships and careers that has Julie in shock at the misdirection through the juicy details that never in a million years she would believe had happened. Itâs still going, even when you drop by your home to see your parents and their adopted child (figuratively speaking) for a bit before carrying on with the drive to absolutely nowhere with the switch from your car to your momâs SUV.Â
âWhatâs it about?â Julie asks while you stop at a red light. âDonât tell me itâs a shitty sob story youâre struggling with.âÂ
A press on the brakes, maybe a little too hard that slightly sends your body and hers jerking forward. And to that she punches your shoulder while youâre laughing. âFor calling my story shitty.âÂ
Youâre reminded of her rudeness with words - letting out all the profane words that sheâs been forced to bottle up for so long, letting it slip here and there for comedic relief. But with you, the rules never really applied to her, and youâll do a limit test of crossing various things off the list, itâll happen.Â
âStill havenât answered my question.â she reminds you, a pinch to your arm also to let you know that sheâs not playing around. You let her get her way, something that youâve accepted a long time ago. Now with her newfound image, sheâll use that to her advantage that wonât definitely come back to bite her in the ass.Â
The glow from the excruciatingly long light catches Julieâs face from the corner of your eye. She raises a brow in suspicion when you look forward out into the open road, endless waves of darkness swallowing up the fading street in the distance. âItâs about past lives.âÂ
âWhat.â she snorts, âYouâve gotta be kidding me.âÂ
(You wave your hand back at her while she giggles, and you say that maybe staying at your house was a better idea than going back into town.)Â
âThis was exactly what I was talking about,â you tell her, glancing at her side profile, the canvas of her cheeks, her hair in a loose ponytail that sheâs twiddling around between her fingers, eyes looking up to the sky above before looking back as an implication to continue. âI found inspiration about this one movie where two friends whoâve been forced apart from each other, only to find their way back in the most clichĂ© way possible.âÂ
âSo original.âÂ
âOh, fuck you.âÂ
âOkay, yeah.â Julie lets out a bigger smile, the one where her eyes also mirror the same movement as her lips. âGive me a more indepth version of this when we get to our destination and Iâll reconsider your pitch.âÂ
As soon as she says that, the light finally turns green, and you gradually press down on the gas pedal.Â
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Hereâs what the general consensus doesn't know about you and Julie; an omission of facts, one might say.Â
Only a few handful of people among your circle of friends would know of the situation where Julie had convinced you to pose as her fake boyfriend sometime around sophomore year. To be fair, the guy trying to court her during lunch was a bit of an ass when talking to her - being so stuck up and over his own head that made you want to punch the dude, so not even more than five seconds of their interaction was enough for you to shut any sort of speculation down entirely.Â
Everyone from the outside looking in would all share the same tune: there would be no way in hell that youâd get past the friends aspect with Julie.Â
(But it did happen; in that short time, and even if it wasnât actually a real relationship with her- well, that didnât really matter anyway.)Â
Itâs all over your face. In pictures from different hangouts, videos in school projects, people calling out of you daydreaming during in between classes or breaks, getting in trouble for cutting class just to make sure everything was according to plan (and not because Julie forced you to ditch since you would say yes regardless). Most guys who were gunning to have their chance turned down by Julie would fall back entirely whenever they see you and her walking together - because they somewhat already knew of the endgame about to occur. Â
As for the memory itself, you faintly recall some sort of verbal agreement with her, things to sell the whole act from both parts: hand-holding, the mandatory dates, and all of the other stuff that was easy to fall into since you and her were so comfortable with each other already. The only issue, however, was the projected timetable of how long this fabricated ârelationshipâ was supposed to last.Â
âWe have everything down,â she tells you, scruffing up the soles of her shoes along the sidewalk one day after a âmuch needed debriefingâ at the park. Sheâs pulling you by the sleeve - you know, for good practice. âI think weâll be fine going forward.âÂ
âYou didnât say how long weâre supposed to keep up this act for.â you say, opening the gate to her front yard and up the steps to the door. âThe three month rule exists for a reason.âÂ
âAnd you expect me to believe that?âÂ
âItâs an unspoken requirement.â you reply flatly.Â
Julie bats her eyelids at that, getting on the first step of her porch to make herself taller to you, twists her body mirroring yours with hands on both sides of your collarbones. She lifts your face up, thumbs on your cheeks that could pose as teardrops because of how solemn your expression was, and she smirks at the appearance. âYouâre nervous.âÂ
âNervous?â you ask, face slightly flushed and side-eying her fingers pinching your cheek. âI was just a little hesitant, thatâs all.âÂ
âWhatâs there to be afraid about?â she asks, stepping closer to the edge where it was natural for you to circle your arms around her waist. Deliberate, but every action with her was just right without having to question yourself if youâre doing what she wants you to do. âI helped you with all of the things that I wanted you to do with me in this relationship.âÂ
You sigh, âNot all things.âÂ
Julie looks at you puzzled, head cocked to the side at the unknown mentioned. Knowing her, sheâs quick enough to realize what was being implied without having to say it explicitly. Few seconds pass, humming, trying to let those nerve synapses do their work before eventually realizing what was running through your mind. âAh,â she says, nodding along to your level of thinking. âIf you wanted me to say that, then you shouldâve.âÂ
âWhat were you thinking?âÂ
âYouâre a terrible kisser.âÂ
âDo you really want me to answer that?â you tease, scanning Julieâs eyes, her pert smile, the subtle lip bite you catch at the last second before hiding the lower half of her face with the oversized sleeve of the sweater.Â
It was the last thing that was necessary to do. Youâre thinking of the test drive of that from the other day, how you just gave a weak peck of a kiss only to poorly play it off as being ânot readyâ. Julie assures you that it was okay, and you tried it again.Â
(The second time was a lot better. And, uh, it still needs more, hm-)Â
âIf we really want to make this work,â you tell Julie, fingers clasped together behind the small of her back, gravitating her closer to your chest. Her hands are slithering around the back of your head and neck, âBest to have it done properly. No mistakes.âÂ
Julie nods in agreement, reminded that she was the one who roped you in to do all of this for her. This facade could have some sort of meaning when itâs over, but for the moment you could see on her face that she was relieved. âRight, if you want the part, you have to own it.âÂ
Her head dips down to yours, sealing the deal with a kiss, smiling at the improvement when you return it fantastically well. She pulls away with half-lidded eyes, and maybe this lip lock was the first of many, time can only share so much.Â
âAlright then,â she whispers against your lips, brushing against yours delicately, âthat was a whole lot better.â
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Aside from selling the act from nearly all of your friends, you kept it to yourself that this ârelationshipâ with Julie shouldâve been real from the start. Though, you canât even blame yourself for the idiot youâd become whenever Julieâs steamrolling into your personal space in between classes. If anything, even if they knew the thing was real or fake, they all took the hint of backing off to give you two the respected space whether it was intended to be actually authentic or not.Â
Even if you wanted to be discreet - which, more often than not, was the complete opposite -Â it did feel like they were invading your guysâs privacy if it was in the halls, in front of the door for her next class or yours, or even at parties to which everyone spread word that you couldnât stand being a few seconds away from Julie - keeping yourself in close proximity unless she said otherwise.Â
(Like youâve admitted; youâre an idiot for letting yourself be this way for Julie. You can't really help yourself when sheâs so forward with wrapping arms all over, keeping herself magnetized with you before her going away was even in the picture. Laughing about silly things that others from the outside could never really comprehend what you and Julie talk about. Having conversations with her was incredibly easy; that, and along the hands on hands or hands on legs or arm on shoulder. Then thereâs the loving gaze youâd give her - staring shamelessly and blatantly doing it with no problem at all as if it was the last few seconds youâd ever have, and it would be everything.
So. The âact.â)
Sometimes youâd completely forget the whole purpose as to why youâre even doing this thing with her in the first place, since it felt so natural. Itâs typical for a high school romance, kissing with a reason behind it or without having one at all.Â
Youâd do it to punctuate something, convince her to consider otherwise, lower your eyes and tilt your head, slot your lips with hers. If you were with anyone else besides her in this scenario; it would have the same effect, but wouldnât hit your heart as hard as you wanted to. Julie would stare at you, nodding, understanding, having known that this cosmic binding was meant to stay that could transcend time itself - linking pinkies together, as an extension of your hearts being hitched together.Â
When she finally called the verbal agreement of the fake relationship off, you were certain that things would still stay the same between you two; which it did, of course, but she was open about the loving intentions you had for her, regardless if there was a label to it.Â
(You and her would hide away from others after that, still, just because the company with each other was better compared to your friends - no disrespect to them, of course. And all of those times of doing that - well, you made it known how you really felt about Julie without saying it. The kissing was there as a plus, remember?)
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The point still stands: you remember all of it. You expected Julie to be the same; hoping to shield the feeling of her leaving with every intent as possible until the clock would eventually reach zero. It was never a part of the conversation, but the weight hung heavy even if you or her mentioned was coming to pass.Â
Youâve learned to drop such expectations - much like taking things with a very small grain of salt, because any solid assumption would only lead to thoughts that would only crumble you from the inside out. The more blanks you have, the better.Â
Delusion might be one thing, blindly falling in love was a shot in the dark to your own admission, but that silly idea of âshe fell first, he fell harder?â; come to think of it, it mightâve been put in writing long ago and it all circles back without any single warning at all.Â
This is what people realize about Julie, and you were the first person to know of this: she always breaks through otherâs expectations.Â
Sheâs an ever changing current of some form that could only be described as groundbreaking. Pushing boundaries of standards to new horizons. A highlight that was destined to shine brighter given the right tools and exposure to let her do that one simple thing that sheâs good at, being herself.Â
Miles ahead of everyone, never wanting to look back. And thereâs you, falling slightly behind from her, on purpose - because watching her take on the world was something that you could handle for as long as you lived in the same space with her. Distant, but not far. The small thread of imaginary rope in your head clinching onto the fact that sheâll see you for you, and maybe the labels could all be sorted out in due time.
âAnd here we were,â she begins, arms out to the sides like gliding on air. Sheâs in your varsity jacket, in trade for the unfinished ice cream in your left hand, nursing it for yourself while sheâs elevating herself on planters or benches; anything to bring joy with the simple things no matter how silly it was. âFeels so good to finally be home for a quick minute.âÂ
Itâs a little bit late, the light posts are on, wind gusting through the small park where youâve shared countless memories when you and Julie were kids. Everything around the place is timeless, only replaced with a few renovations scattered here and there around the area, but still the same. Sheâs alongside the railing, the other side a calm river housing scattered sounds of crickets and cicadas.Â
On the opposite end, was your momâs SUV with the back parked in. Some fine luck that they made a space to be near that big old tree with enough branches and leaves to serve as shade when the sun hits the highest point in the sky. Despite the darkness, you liked it compared to the daytime, whereas Julie was the inverse.Â
âDoes anyone know?â You stop short when she turns around, hands pocketed in that lent jacket. âYou, being here. On vacation if this was your plan for a while now.âÂ
âWell yeah,â she responds, approaching closer with her mouth open while you spoon feed her another bite of butterscotch from the small cup, pulling lips inward to clean any remains of the desert. âSure, I couldâve gone anywhere else to have time off, but I chose to come here. Decided that it would be a good thing to come and see everyone after so long.âÂ
You nod at that, admiring the reason. Hiding that small tug in your heart that should be small enough to not notice.Â
Julie knows you better than yourself sometimes, and she can see from your eyes that youâre trying to go beyond what's being said.Â
She steps forward, because she can, and youâre not against that. This is where she thrived back then: doing everything to make you uncomfortable. And yeah, it was very simple for her to do back then in high school; the little gesture she does with her shoulders and scrunching face to let you know that sheâs won. Putting up with her antics was one thing, but it was nothing that you canât handle - practicing all of the little tricks and quirks to perfection in the hopes of holding your own if it ever happened again, just like now.Â
âLook at you,â you chuckle, âalways on some form of borrowed time.âÂ
She steps closer, hand out to guide yours with the empty cup of ice cream, setting it on the stone adjacent from you two.Â
Youâre not sure whoâs really in control of who in this current moment. All of this was led on from the continuation of bouncing stories between your work life and hers, the details of people in your corporate circle commensurating a string of complaints and drama that youâre not all invested in, but kept an open pair of ears for them just out of the goodness of your solid gold heart. Julie also spills her fair share of things that sheâs done, telling all with that maddening grin of hers, the way her cheeks elevate at the pull of her lips, how her eyes draw this curve that hides the irises while you could see the gums beyond her teeth. The low glow of the light post casts this in bronze, the timeless features youâve seen countless times, in all of its glory.Â
âDo you remember,â she prompts, closing the distance once more with her chest slightly puffed up, shoulders rounded back and relaxed, hands still in the pockets of your jacket sheâs borrowing. âAbout that time where we posed as a fake couple back in high school?âÂ
âAll because you couldnât take the fact that everyone wanted you back then?âÂ
âMaybe say it a little better than that,â Julie muses, nudging your elbow to keep on teasing, âYouâre within the ballpark, however.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
Julie smirks, mixing a noise between a soft laugh and sigh, looking up dutifully with those doe eyes. âGod,â she says, studying your stoic expression, âeven now, youâre still the same after all we did.âÂ
This might be a double-edged sword of words, a back-handed compliment if youâre going to dissect the linguistic skeleton. That old rhyme of âstick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt meâ, has never been more true than now. You remain unfazed, smirking, staring. The wind suddenly picks up where it sweeps Julieâs stray strands of hair in front of her face.Â
You canât help but giggle at the way she leans down with a small squeal, hands covering the top of her head to prevent any mess caused by the natural course of nature. Helping her stand up straight, your fingertips sweep those tousled strands, smoothening them to eventually make it look more presentable, not giving any care with how your hands are cupping her face.Â
Her question pops up in your head again: about how all of this seems familiar. Feeling the small pull of tension in the air when you gaze into her eyes again - filled with a longing that was tucked away, radiating with sparkles that shouldnât even look real, but they are. Youâre trying to think, and yet, âMaybe. You could be right. And you being here with me like this tells me exactly everything that I need to know.âÂ
âReally.â Julie coos, dimples deepening, âWould you like to elaborate on this?âÂ
âI think you can explain that a whole lot better than me.âÂ
She nods her head, raising a hint of suspicion with an eyebrow, âYou think?âÂ
âI know,â you respond. Guilty as charged, she played you this entire time, and somewhere along the lines of accepting it the best way, âWell, you know too.âÂ
Thousands of miles apart, decimating that to the single digits, now being mere inches apart - closing in like before; and maybe you were just falling into an old habit the way you pull her face towards yours. Something like this takes practice, could honestly come off as a natural action at this moment: you kissing her, like it was meant to happen. You could never forget all the times she made you feel like this. Only difference is, sheâs slipping through the cracks along with you.Â
Julie tugs herself closer to you, trying to mend her body into yours; becoming one. Sheâs ballooning more into the press of your lips before shying away, shrinking, hands moving from your elbows straight up to the nape of your neck. One of your hands snake to the smallest point of her back, holding her curving spine steady, not letting up the exchange of her intoxicating air passing through your mouth and nose - it only has you feening for more.Â
And she hums this sound, low and deep, firing impulses within you that will take nearly every bit of brainpower left to resist.Â
âJuls,â you murmur softly, pulling away for a slight second, feeling the clutch of her hands around the fabric of your sweater-
All of that attention is zeroed in on this transcendent sound that she makes, sealing it with your lips again, all needy and deprived and in desperate want that would literally kill you on the spot. Sheâs willing to take you away, devour every bit because she will, and youâd be okay with that.Â
âYou haveââ she gasps, âno idea.â Dear Lord, sheâs breaking by the instant - pulling herself back with your fingers tangled in her hair. The moonlight towering over illuminates this glow on her skin, basking in it while youâre giving her this same look of endearment that youâve had for most of your life. You might be deserving of it, she could say otherwise; maybe itâs one of fateâs tricks blessing you for once.Â
âYou do remember.â Playing into Julieâs mind game, falling into the sinking temptation that sheâs unknowingly doing over you. It feels tense, but at the same time it doesnât. âAnd here I was beginning to wonder if youâd forget everythingââÂ
âTrust me,â she tells you, hand ghosting over the length of your collarbone while yours reels her small body closer. By the neck, she pulls you to close the distance. âMy memory is just as good as yours.âÂ
(Oh, and itâs how youâre reminded again and again: at how Julie is one half of your brain - a perfect compliment to you for so many years. No one even comes close, and some have tried; they could never get you like she does.)Â
âI want you,â Julieâs soft voice twists your ears right back. âFuck, Iâm only gonna say this one more time: I need you.âÂ
You probably donât recall the number of things you dreamed of hearing, but this might be one of them. Itâs not a question or an answer, nor a quote said intrusively. If anything, this was the green light youâve been waiting for; thereâs just only one thing left to do then.Â
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Forgetting Julie was always going to be an impossibility.Â
When a girl like her has her face in literally everywhere that you could imagine: in photoshoots, brand events, social media engagements; the magic of being famous really transforms oneâs landscape if they can break the threshold - which she has, and in one way or another - she could never hide away from the bright lights.Â
Except at a time like this, youâre glad the darkness envelops both of you.Â
âMmph.âÂ
Your vision is focusing in blanks, searching for something, fixated on the silhouette of your hand floating over Julieâs head, slowly bobbing down along your length, lips wrapped tight around your cock and her tongue sweeping the grooves along the underside; the ligaments at the knees are way past the possible bending point where you could take them, hips forward while this girl is laid flat on her stomach with the trunk open, and youâre also thinking: who in the actual fuck would be out walking this late in the night to see this form of public indecency? She stops halfway, shakes her head side-to-side, coaxing the head on both sides of her inner cheeks, humming with every intent of praise at how good your cock tastes in her mouth.Â
âFuck,â you rasp, letting your head fall slack backwards, smoothening Julieâs silky hair when she pulls back up, teeth grazing the tip that has you let out a pathetic groan. âYouâre so good at that.âÂ
âMmmmh.âÂ
The pop she makes off the head is sinister, and youâre already imagining the smile she has spread across her lips, swiping her tongue across to make them more wet than it already is. Sheâs giving you a hard time to think straight, and youâre still blown away with how forward she was into blowing you, not wanting to waste a minute before you and her could even make it back to the house.Â
âHow are you holding up?â She asks innocently, seeing the hint of her honey amber eyes dart at you while her wrist is giving a wandering tug up the length, tensing up every fiber in your lower back to keep it there.Â
âDo you really want me to give you an answer?â And Julie chuckles at the flex of your thigh when she runs her fingernails over it.Â
Julie then gets back right to work, enveloping your cock into that sweltering heat of her mouth, coaxing it in all the ways youâve fantasized before - grunting and exhaling spells of air when she dives down deep, deeper, massaging the head with her slick throat - all the way before putting a ring with her thumb and index finger at the base, practically purring at the constant rhythm sheâs doing on you, to get you undone.Â
Your stomach does this funny little twitch, like a punch to the gut once her hand finally gets to dance along the shaft, stroking along the slick surface while her mouth services a fresh supply of wetness swirling all over. She hums in approval when you take matters into your own hands, wrapping two fingers across the bottom of your cock while sheâs happily bobbing her head along the length, picking up a consistent rhythm of spit and dribbles coming out of her mouth, pushing you towards that breaking point, sliding her plump lips across the tip before swirling back in, hollowed cheeks, your eyes slightly rolling back, vision swimming, hunting for a way to stay conscious.Â
And the only subjective thing youâre inclined to do, not like thereâs any other option for anything else, is to just let her have it. Youâll cum for her, all over her pretty face, and have her slip your cock back into her mouth to make you cum again in a few minutes flat. She knows that it feels good for you, thereâs no doubt about it; how you can see her eyes with the occasional glow of your phone going off to break light, glaring at you with every intent of swallowing you.Â
âPaint my face baby.â Julie whispers. Itâs not a proposition, she wants it to be set in existence, âyour cock is so pent up for me, all you have to do is just let go.âÂ
âChrist-âÂ
Thatâs what pretty much sets you off.Â
Your shaft is molten around your hand, cockhead pressed agasint Julieâs perfect lips, hips jolting in quick pulses; you also mightâve heard your kneecaps crack a bit in the dead silence, three thick threads of cum landing on the curves of her cheeks, hearing her hum in content. Her mouth opens to let the next few shots of release settle into their new warm home, head wrapped around that opening, riding out the last bits of sensation as youâre draining everything all over her face and in her mouth. The overhanging light for the trunk switches on with what remains of your spent energy, catching that smug grin when sheâs resting your cock on her cheek, parting lips open with a small dribble of cum leaking from the slit still, to which she licks with her tongue on the underside while having her eyes still trained on you. Sheâs all blissed out, irises focusing and unfocusing - almost cross-eyed; and just like before, youâre captured around her little spell once again.Â
A few seconds later and sheâs wiping the damage from her face, licking it up from her fingers - fondly taking in the sweetness of your cum on her tongue while feeling out her jaw again, trying to internalize the feeling of your dick filling her slutty little mouth. She wonât forget it, and neither will you.Â
âYou taste good,â she mumbles after getting up on her knees, ducking slightly so that her head doesnât hit the roof of the car, âyâknow, if that wasnât already obvious enough.âÂ
âDecorum, Julie.â You tell her, straightening your legs out for what felt like an eternity. âThanks,â you follow up, âI do try my best with my own things.âÂ
Julie lets out a snort, wiping her lips with any lasting remains of her drool mixed with your cum, âJackass. Always so stuck up for being an ass.âÂ
âYou just said ass in the same sentence twice,â you comment, propping yourself on elbows to where Julie leans down across the width of your chest, towering over you.Â
She leans lower while your head bumps the backseat, face nearly centimeters away from yours, hearing and feeling the needy breath against your lips when your hand skates up her waist, teasing with a fingertip before you lightly clutch her back, allowing her to fall down and kiss you.Â
Sheâs not far away from you now, but instead right here in your arms. This is progress; good progress and maybe even better. You can barely see the hickeys along the column of her throat in the darkness - something that youâll revisit to make her revel in the feeling of your mouth over them, a get back of sorts in trade for giving what she wants.Â
âI hate how youâre such a smartass.â Juile tells you while pulling away. But hey, at least sheâs saying that with a smile.Â
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The whole town gets slapped with inclement weather throughout the week.Â
And yeah, youâre pretty much giving your phone screen or laptop or even the television that no one really uses around the house a dirty look when you see the consistent set of numbers with the picture of a few clouds mixed with rain at the bottom of them. Though, it doesnât really make sense for it to rain when the weather was nice for once up till now. The percentages of rainfall were particularly high, especially around this time of year which typically means: hey man, it would be best to just stay inside, maybe catch up on some of those books youâve been putting off for quite a while because of school. You could also use this ample time to finally get that story also, get some words in while the thoughts are fresh, or something like that. A third option would be calling Julie, since as it turns out, her parents are gone - which also means sheâs home alone, and whatever you do with that piece of information is entirely up to you. So whatâs it gonna be? Besides, you still need answers as to what your current dilemma is with her relationship-wise, and ignoring the fact that she feels the same way should be ringing alarms in your head as it is.Â
You could curse your mom or bless her, because she gave you a favor to do by going to her house to drop a few things off.Â
One worrying drive later in the wet darkness, and a well managed job to beat the unrelenting rain before it got worse, youâre at her doorstep knocking. The steady thrums of the droplets hitting the roof before the knob clicks and the hinges creak open. She lets you in with no hesitation, patting your wet hair while youâre tending your soaked jacket to the coat hanger.Â
âDidnât your mom say that it was a good idea to wait until this storm lets up?â Julie asks, walking ahead to the living room while carrying one of two bags that you brought over, contents being various snacks and clothes that you were willing to give to her since you hardly ever wore them. âThanks for bringing my favorites for me,â she beams happily, âI haven't had these in a long while.âÂ
âManaged to get them a day before today,â you tell her, trailing along her pathing where the space in the house opens up more. âI thought the forecast said less than 40% of rain would come.âÂ
âYou still believe in what they say on the news?âÂ
âNot all the time, but itâs good to stay informed.âÂ
Julie steps away into the kitchen while you plop down on the couch, leaning your head back on the cushion while the sound of plastic rustling fills your ears. Few moments later, she comes back with a sizable bowl of pretzels, placing it on the table before she goes and gets two bottles of water; which you scoff at first but appreciate the simplicity of maintaining a healthy diet.Â
You and her pick up right where you left off. Talking about anything and everything that was worth it in terms of interesting topics. The television has one of those random sitcoms provided on the streaming service after trying to search for one for about five minutes or so, feeding each other occasionally while trying to hold in laughs while staring at each other.Â
âHow long have you had that color?â Gesturing with a head pat to yourself while Julie downs the lasting remnants of whatâs in her cup. She gives you this gaze with the clack of the glass on the table, leveling her gaze with you - the low glow from the tv serving as the prominent source of light, catching the smallest sweep of her hair right at the ends, tilting her head to match yours in curiosity.Â
âFor about a month. And honestly,â she breathes, âI was pretty skeptical about choosing this color in the first place,â she adds, pulling her knees closer to her chest, âbut I guess you could say that I was convinced to try it out.âÂ
You purse your lips, reaching over the the near empty bowl of crackers while Julie is holding in a laugh, offering the other half to her with an outreaching hand - to which she leans over with an open mouth, happily receiving the remains on her mouth while youâre alternating glances from the screen to her.Â
âBy the way, my parents actually just went out to visit my grandparents,â she adds, realizing that shere was a missing set of keys from the pot where you set yours past the front door; not to mention the two vacant spots on the shoe rack where they would usually be. âSo I guess itâs just us alone here if the storm doesnât let up.âÂ
And by some comedic timing, you get a text on your phone. Basically it just says from your mom to stay over at Julieâs for the night, after getting news of the road being unsafe to drive with the rain as the cause of one or two accidents already.Â
(You might consider yourself lucky; but what good would that serve since youâve already put yourself miles ahead of the competition in getting with Julie?)Â
âIf this is some form of good news,â you tell her, showing the message bubble from the phone screen, to which she unleashes this gummy smile, understanding by that cosmic connection you two have built together that doesnât really need a logical explanation. âI think youâre in good company for tonight at least.âÂ
Julie then leans forward. No- she launches herself at you while you and her were sitting along the bottom of the couch, playing along by letting her weight collapse on top. You pay no attention to how her arms hook around your neck, but you do focus on the press of her lips to your cheek; itâs honestly worth sharing a laugh at her nestling into the groove along your neck and collarbone, patting her back to let her know that youâre also happy with staying.Â
Thereâs this odd silence, to where she pulls away. You could also hear the faint sound of whatever sitcom was on the screen to provide a calm ambience. Itâs appalling to how beautiful she looks without any makeup on, hand mindlessly clutching onto her oversized sweater to where she tenses up on impulse - almost unsure at first, only to grab your wrist soon after.Â
âIâve been wondering,â she prompts, face upright while you press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, âhow come you and I never made anything official between us?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â you blindly ask. âI thought I made myself obvious enough about how I feel about you.âÂ
âYou were,â she responds, inching her body closer towards yours. âThough, it hasnât crossed my mind before recently, when weââ
âYeah, I know.âÂ
âYouâre not weirded out about it?âÂ
Anything that you say from this point on would only solidify your case. Youâve always wanted the idea of Juile being all to yourself, despite her being big enough for everyone else to get a wanting chance at her too. This realization came to you on a random day, probably, when youâre just going along with your day before you suddenly dropped whatever you were doing - staring off into the distance because at the end of it: youâve fucked yourself head over heels for her from the start.Â
âI wanted-â your words get caught up behind the tongue while Juileâs fingers are branching out to your shirt.Â
âYou sound unsure about something.â Her voice is laced with mischief, teasing.Â
â-to talk about last time, and even if we do bring it up, you know- us,â you add with a raised hand with hers, âI just hope that itâs not a one time thing.âÂ
âItâs not.â she tells you, face pouting with scrunched brows. âYou worry too much sometimes, even back in high school, you were always like that.âÂ
Sheâs not wrong, but also, sheâs right for calling you out.Â
âI could just leave right now if it makes you feel better.â You start to stand up from the floor, only to be stopped by Julieâs tighter grip on your hand, causing you to freeze for a moment.Â
âIâm just glad,â her shoulders rise and fall with the pressure mounted on top of them finally lifted from whatever was plaguing her, âThat after all this time: you still stayed for me.âÂ
Itâs just like that other time, and youâre catching her train of thought faster than the words can come out of her mouth. This wasnât something to think twice about - if you donât take the second golden chance fallen at your lap, itâll be a lasting regret filling the back of your mind once she goes back to the world that she created for herself.Â
âYou know.â She tells you, with that endearing grin of hers, filled with so much of everything that has you fractured from within, because she doesn't need to say anything else. âYou know all too well for me anyway.âÂ
A hesitating shuffle of your butt across the hardwood, youâre scooching closer to her, lowering eyelids, hand trailed to the nape of Julieâs neck until you and her make ends meet. In an instant, sheâs suddenly reformed into this being of wanting, need, someone who will let you have their way over them.Â
She pulls away panting, you give her another kiss to the jaw. âFunny, how the tables have turned.â You tell her, twisting your head to the opposite end before she meets your lips again - this time a little more hectic, hands grasping along the fabric of your shirt, almost peeling it off at the first go.Â
âCâmon now,â says Juile, hand underneath to your stomach before trailing down to the waistband of your pants, âDonât make me change my mind like last time.âÂ
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Hereâs a silly thing: upon arriving, Julie suggested that it would be a good idea for you to sleep in her room (and in this case, it has happened before; way too many times to be exact, gossiping about nonsense or cramming material at the last minute the night before a big test. Another funny memory to recall.) She teases that itâs nothing for you to be worried about, and it's not like you were going anywhere else for tonight.Â
Instead, you insisted on using the guest room that she has, but hereâs the funny part; you and her donât actually make it back up to her bedroom anyway.Â
The harmony of a laugh she lets out when you slip your shirt off of your frame, catching her staring for a few seconds too long - biting her lip and some of her index finger, she canât help but be in awe. A new, fit, and refined look that replaces the scrawny and nimble image that you somewhat hated for the longest time - towering over her on the cushions of the couch, helping her slide out of that oversized shirt to see a white sports bra - sweatpants soon after with a matching set. Youâre nicking your head to the side in disbelief, eyes overloaded with the image straight out of your fantasies - only this time now to be all too real.Â
âHoly shit,â you breathe, unable to blink while you get a hand on her hips, off to the right where thereâs a small tattoo - an anchor, grazing your thumb over to see if that was also another secret she kept from you (from everyone, for that matter) - thereâs also her impossibly slim waist, her luscious thighs, the definite line down the middle where her abs are at. This could be another win in your year of success, and then again, no one else but you gets to see her like this.Â
âGot something to say?â Julie asks, smirking with her head slightly tilted back, up on elbows, âThey do say that girls are breathtakingly beautiful wearing white.âÂ
A click of your tongue, not willing to argue with that take, because sheâs right. Itâs within the lines of superiority, giving someone the respect that they deserve. She could have it, but she also likes it when you donât even think of giving her that kind of luxury. âMy mouth has a lot more things to say than just words,â you tell her, the pair of hands sliding up to the tight elastic resting underneath her breasts.Â
âCare to share what youâll do to me?âÂ
You get rid of that annoying sports bra, for starters - hands filling up with the supple size of her breasts, fast to wrap around her upper back while youâre peppering the new territory with kisses all over, her head falling back even more to open up and let you ravage and mark and the tens of other things that youâll get your chance on, eventually.Â
Sheâs heaving with shaky breaths, not wanting your lips to leave her body the more you indulge in her perfect skin. Nails are quick to dig into your back, slightly, and itâll just add on from there. The levels of touching, holding, kissing, and the anticipatory downright fucking youâll give her soon enough-
âAm I on the right track for you so far?â you ask, quick to get your lips on hers while sheâs shrinking into a whimpering mess into the couch.Â
Julie has managed her good graces for so long now, and youâve played the waiting game. No matter how long it took, it might be a gamble with your feelings for not being able to move on - it was possible then, but as of this moment, you already made your decision.Â
âYouâre the fucking worst,â she pants, a loosely planted hand that slides off when thereâs the press of your thigh against her clothed pussy, feeling her legs sandwich you in between to prolong the wanting feeling. âIâve been wanting- waiting for so long.âÂ
âReally now?â you say, voice filled with heat when you help her slide out of her sporty bottoms, finally cutting the last line of caution tape. A quick look down - and her cunt is there, in all of its glory - slightly glistening at the lips and primed for whatâs to come. Youâre surprised at how wet she is, even more surprised when she grabs your wrist to get your fingers alongside her aching slit; a small hiss of air passing through her teeth inward while you're spreading her little by little. âWeâre a little ahead here arenât we?âÂ
âFuck- please,â Julie spits out, eyes scrunching shut while you press a finger in to asses, and sheâs practically liquid down there. Sheâs acting completely different from earlier - failing terribly to keep composure - but sheâs just as infectious as she always is. âYou donât think I know the amount of times youâve yanked one out while thinking of me? Believe me, I know.âÂ
âI didnât say anything about it.â you reply, thumb lightly pressing against her clit while your middle finger curls a bit inside her, feeling her hips shoot upward off the cushion. Youâre also doing everything in resisting the urge in the growing bulge in your pants, to ignore how badly itâs throbbing for you to snap and get yourself acting exactly how she wants to fuck till one of you goes dumb; cock drunk or pussy drunk, itâll end in those one or two ways. âBut itâs true: I want you also.âÂ
Julie just mewls at your fingers, clenching around them, that forces a soft chuckle out of you. This was the first time that sheâs losing her patience, and youâre going to milk the hell out of this moment for as long as you can.Â
âDonât be-â sheâs rambling with an open mouth, blinking fast, âDonât be a bitch. Everyone knows that I wanted you for so fucking long.âÂ
Well what do ya know? She would be the one to cut the wire and jump on the grenade between the both of you in confessing. There are very little things kept secret with her, some things you mightâve forgotten along the way, but youâll keep this in your mind for as long as you live.Â
âYeah,â you sigh, pressing your lips together while you slide your fingers out of her, the squelching sound vile for your ears to register. Hands are quick to meet her hips, scooching closer with a pull, to where her ass meets the top of your thighs. âYeah.âÂ
âNeed it,â she pleads, âNeed your cock inside of me.â
Youâve managed to get your sweats off in record time, pressing her legs up to where her heels are facing the ceiling. These feelings from embers that were supposed to die out years ago, but they never did, and this dirty act serves as a testament of everything youâll put out on the table - for her. Itâll be shown in her swollen lips, the trail of hickeys scattered across her body, down to the crimson marks from your hands holding on for too long. Consider this a long shot in a stroke of luck - because no one will know her like you do.Â
And when youâre doing this steady approach of rubbing the head of your cock, against her aching cunt, waiting to be filled - you donât even think twice about it at all. Thereâs this relief, washing over; almost in reverence to being dipped in holy water through the baptism ritual, feeling her walls slide all over the length of your cock. Thereâs also this shared ache, the mirrored rise of both your chest and shoulders. Once the ache finally subsides, you just stay inside her for a second.Â
âYouââ and albeit youâre at a loss of words also; Julieâs face writhes, grasping for both of your hands secured past the middle, keeping her in place. The limitless amount of things that youâll get your way in: mouth fast to her neck? Youâll do it. Pin her against the armrest of the couch with her ass up, or maybe have her do the work in bouncing back, and she will. Managing your cock fully inside her tight hole was good to settle with for now, âThis fucking cunt, JulsââÂ
She sucks her stomach in, mouth now slackened, the utterances and noises that she unleashes would never hold up in an interview if they gave her the opportunity to speak her mind as she pleases. But sheâs not caught up in the city and itâs stars; instead, sheâs with you, on her couch, in her house, taking your- âBaby,â itâs really sweet how she keeps up with the pet name, âfuck, fuck, fuck- I canât with your- your cock is - thatâs so deep, holy fucking shit-âÂ
Youâre pretty much slightly drunk at how well she wraps around your cock, crying without fail. The octaves rising up with every hit back in, and sheâs absolutely knocked. It wonât stop with the wash of rain hitting the window panes, feeling the rising heat between you two grow gradually larger, fixated on the extremely tight vice she has over you, and youâll take that as a gift.Â
âIâve dreamed of this for so long,â your voice drags lowly, upping the ante the more you carve your cock into her, the tight hotness becoming more and more addicting by the minute. Julie was always an advocate for showing confidence in her looks, and it shows: in her pictures, the way she flaunts around that has everyoneâs jaws dropped to the floor, all angles and good sides of her - behind closed doors, youâll make sure that no one will see this version of her.Â
(And in a way, you do get it, youâve understood the script written in your head now that you finally have the feelings fully reciprocated, and claiming this girl as yours would only be the start of it.)Â
When youâve finally pushed her over, screaming, thatâs the only cue youâll ever need to keep breaking her.Â
âPlease, please, please-âÂ
âTell me all about it, hm?â
Julie grins with her eyes squinting barely open, gasping out some form of a declaration.Â
âYouâre, fuck- fuck me,â the air between you clashes with the contrast of warmth from the bodies - the coolness of the air conditioning filling the room, only for it to be backdrafted. Her flawless face is amazing to look at, leaning up for you to dip down and kiss her, hands still fast to her hips, her back arches with a slight lean back, trying to keep the motion going with every stroke and grind and touch you have over her. Sheâs getting close, you can feel it in the addicting clench, and youâre almost at your witâs end.Â
âNeeded me for so long, hmm?â you ask, smiling against the hot surface of her porcelain features, âthen cum baby, all over this dick. I know you want to.âÂ
She mumbles, something close to a string of âyesesâ, and her whole body trembles.Â
Itâs filthy, gross, impure, sloppy, pushing deep; angling past the trench to a euphoric feeling that sheâll only demand from you. The way that your hips slap against the bottom of her thighs, grasping her hips and across the supple skin the more you fuck through her orgasm. In some way, this was your get back for what she did to you in the back of the SUV that night, needing little to no words to punctuate the lovely sounds of her hitching breaths with every stroke back into her wet, tight cunt. Her grip on your wrists goes deathly, clenching you the same way her pussy does on your cock, and sheâs still stuttering - the whimpers and whines the only serviceable words she can only speak while you groan in slamming her deeper into the couch.Â
Thereâs really no room for a margin of error, every drive back into her only gets you closer to that edge, and while sheâs reduced to nothing less but a piliant puddle of mush from the head down, you unbury yourself, fist wrapped around the length of your shaft when you finally release your hot, sticky load all over the fine canvas of her midriff. Covering her - over her chest and waist, all fucked out silly and just laid out to immerse in the ropes of cum spread out across, soaking her.Â
âYou- you,â Julie sputters out, while you have a hand off to the left side of her head, barely supporting yourself with what little energy left in not toppling over her nimble body. âOh my god. Oh my god?âÂ
Youâre still riding on that high, finally letting your body go slack when you meet her lips again. She moans in content, how her tongue clashes against yours, trying to power its way through into your mouth. Pulling on the bottom of her swollen lip, just to be a tease, âJulie,â you mumble, breath grazing against her cheek, smiling. That same lip wobbles a bit, an implication that sheâs still processing what just happened, aside from the shaky breaths and unfocused eyes. âBaby.âÂ
A lazy smile brightens up her whole image. Her eyes are fluttered shut, but her lips and the faintest tip of her ears tell a different tale entirely. Itâs the same smile you fell in love with since seeing it the first time, it never gets old.Â
âI love it when you say âbabyâ,â she starts with a soft tone, gentle, tender. âYou have no idea how bad my head spins when you say those things to me.âÂ
Through the small pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the window panes and the roof tiles, you think to yourself at how this moment should never end. The present moment like now will be ingrained into your brain for as long as youâll move on with living. âI think.â you say with a whisper, laying your body over her - kissing her cheeks, her forehead, feeling her hands slide up the well defined muscles on your back. She tries to hide away, putting her head off to the side, and youâll get the top of her neck too. Anything for her to finally have you, itâll be a fair transaction. âI do.âÂ
âTell me more?âÂ
âIâm just glad you didnât forget about the many things that Iâve already put myself out for you.â you tell her, and she nods in agreement. The interlink between you two has never been stronger than ever, and this moment will just solidify it.Â
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Youâre scouring through the fridge and cupboards for something substantial to satisfy your spontaneous midnight cravings. Thereâs actually a load of different options; a wide variety of chips and snacks in the pantry. In terms of drinks, not much for you to work with - and a glass of water or milk would be good enough to take since it wouldnât be much longer until youâll eventually fall asleep.Â
Unless you're Julie, whoâs standing next to you in the kitchen while youâre assessing her foods (still naked along with you, by the way), licking off some of your cum off her stomach slowly, a stray finger trailing up your waist since some of it did get on you as well.Â
It also doesnât help how sheâs sucking on her fingers shamelessly - hollowing her cheeks, pursing her lips, sticking out her tongue that will only put your head in a downward spiral. Sheâs massively fucked for doing that, with those cat-like eyes she has - but dude, youâre still staring at her.Â
âCan you like-â you nick your head off to the side, diverting your attention away from her to lock on the same open bag of half-full pretzels she put in the bowl when you first came in, deciding to settle with that but pulling it out onto the edge of the counter. âDo you really have to do that in front of me?âÂ
âDoing what?â she asks you innocently, almost stupidly. Sheâs wetting her bottom lip, and man is she evil for doing that continuously. âItâs not my fault that you came so much. My pussy is just that amazing for you.âÂ
Oh, fuck her. Seriously.Â
Sheâs back to her chirpy, bubbly vibe with that tone in her voice, the witty remarks also came back in full force. Your brain is probably in overload mode with how sheâs blinking sweetly, smiling all knowingly like she usually does. Itâs a longshot that youâll draw this up to be a one-time thing, let alone be a golden chance done by your work single-handedly. Within these walls and as long as sheâs with you, everything about it just feels right in its place.Â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you breathe, closing the door to the fridge with a quarter-full bottle of orange juice, Julie getting ahead with two empty glasses ready on the counter. Everything that she does even if itâs the simplest of tasks is undeniably attractive for some reason; no matter if itâs her on the balls of her feet, reaching the cupboard or walking past you with the sway in her hips, one thing does settle back into your mind: sheâs here, and thatâs pretty much all that matters at this point. âI should give you a napkin to wipe off the stains on your abs.âÂ
âOr I could just keep on licking it off while you pour me a glass.â She muses, tilting her head up while you kiss the crown of her head, pulling a few lazy strands of hair to the side, âWhy did it take us forever to finally do that? I mean, and here I thought that you would be a little more underwhelming with your moves in bed.âÂ
âYou mean the couch, Juls. Câmon. Let me remind you that youâre the one who went and kissed me first.âÂ
âAnd the things that you said about dreaming to fuck me actually came true,â she laughs, lightly clinking the rim of her glass with yours before sharing a nice, homey drink together. âAll of those jokes about you and the guys wanting a chance with me, well guess what, youâre the winning contestant that blew away the competition.âÂ
Side-eyeing her, you press your back to the fridge, sheâs standing on the opposite end, legs crossed together - mirroring your posture, sheâll match whatever energy you give her, knowing that youâll always do the same. This could be some silly pairing of toothbrush to toothpaste, and despite the difference in lifestyles, how your lines of successes came at different times, it seems that the parallel line you drew between you and her long ago finally reached a crossroads, which is a good thing, of course.Â
âThe girls also said the same thing,â she tells you, âabout how out of everyone in our circle of friends, it was somehow going to end up with us being together.âÂ
You take that with a grain of salt, unsure if what she was saying was true or not. But she knows that sheâs right; you took the realization first before she did - since sheâs usually stubborn in some cases and wonât listen until it finally hits her, but it took her long enough. All of those rumors back in school and the whole skit of you posing with her may be a tipping point, but after putting yourself through that with her, a part in your head was always confident that sheâd see what youâre seeing.Â
âMaybe they saw it first before you did,â you say, pulling her by the arm and into your space, feeling her arms circle around your waist while youâre rubbing her shoulder. âIâve always been like this.âÂ
âYou got there first,â she replies coyly, tilting your head down for another meaningful kiss, âBlame me for being oblivious.âÂ
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Turns out that Julieâs parents came back to the house first thing in the morning. Well, theyâre pretty relieved that you came over and stayed the night even with the weather going absolutely crazy over the past few hours, telling you about how one of the old trees came down blocking the road and cutting off access in some areas of the town. They didnât bother to ask about the obvious marks spread across her neck and yours, and the bite mark on your wrist was also a small concern to be worried slightly - uh, youâll talk to the girl regarding that later.Â
As for the present situation in terms of appearance while breakfast was made, youâre wearing one of her shirts that was blindly pulled from the closet before instantly passing out soon after. In all honesty, Julie liked how cute you looked with that stupid Hello Kitty graphic across your chest, but it was still a good laugh.Â
âShe couldâve given me one of your shirts,â you tell her dad, passing a plate with half a stack of pancakes soaked in syrup, âThough, my clothes were already drenched from the rain and all.âÂ
âI wouldâve been fine with it,â her dad says, âWouldâve been better to get you changed out and not keep you in your own clothes for the night.âÂ
âHe knows that I steal from your closet as it is. Heâs also crazy if I was gonna have him walking around the palace in one of your shirts, dad.â Julie butts in, bumping your shoulder while her parents are drinking in the sight of their daughter getting along so well with you like itâs old times. Theyâve treated you as if you were one of their own, and it goes the same way whenever Julie stays over at your place. Even as kids, staying over and waiting for the other to pick you or her up was always the usual gig. Julieâs parents saw you as someone who is very easygoing, only to be chained to their daughter till the point where separating you two was a stupid decision. You could also assume that they even talked to her about the whole relationship stuff, and theyâd be supportive of it, and marriage wouldnât even be an issue to get around with.
âWill you be busy this summer?â Julieâs mom asks, breaking all the stories from past years in the kitchen. âYou finished school and everything, right?âÂ
âI did,â you answer, feeling Juileâs arm on your shoulder, pulling your head towards hers to wipe off a small patch of syrup stuck on your bottom lip with her finger. âNot supposed to start my new job for another few weeks or so.âÂ
Julieâs mom hums in excitement, âLook at you, all grown up and getting your life together in the real world. Like your parents, weâre also proud of you too. Julie especially.âÂ
You gawk at Julie comically, earning a side-eye from her before she playfully slaps your shoulder in retaliation. Both of her parents let out another laugh while youâre veering your face away from her hands. She puts a leg on top of yours on the seat, subconsciously palming it while feeding you another piece of pancake from your plate. âI really appreciate you guys, and I donât think I could ever express that enough.â
âAnd you have already.â Julie agrees, openly kissing your cheek while youâre internally breaking down for a slight second soon after. That assumption about her parents being super supportive if you and her finally made it official - well, that was most certainly the case when the both of them nod in approval towards you and her.Â
âYour parents love me, and we most definitely love you.â Julie says, and youâve never been more reassured or comfortable about anything in your life.Â
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Everything falls into the same sense of normalcy like it was before. Some days youâre spending your time at her place, and on other days sheâs over at your place. And in between those days where itâs just you and her together, itâs replaced with the sporadic rotation of hangouts with old friends and colleagues who got wind that Julieâs now a mainstay (just for the summer, in case you forgot).Â
Some of your friends also tell you and Julie about their insights about the same stories, all while sharing a few bites of appetizers and circling drinks until one of you guys play the silly idea of putting all your credit cards on the table for the waiter to pick a lucky winner at random to pay for the whole meal.Â
Not long after, the small party migrates from the restaurant to one of your friendâs houses, where the drinks seem to keep on coming it feels like - being a bit buzzed on the couch while your eardrums are pounding from the somewhat acceptable cover of whatever song they blindly picked from the song book. Youâre a little out of it, but still conscious enough to have another sip of water as the viable substitute, words loosely slurred but still discernible to be fine with.Â
That is, until Juile is heaving out on your arm, leaning over away from the couch, laughing about some funny memory that happened back in high school - itâs also worth mentioning: sheâs drunk, and also a lightweight. You could also look back at the apparent irony that she wouldnât go all out with the alcohol before entering the restaurant, but here she is - completely lost in the plot at this kickback.Â
âYouâre gonna throw up if you lean forward like that.â you tell her, holding her up by the shoulders to correct her posture, some hair is also in her face and you part it off to the side with the instinctual thumb rub on her cheek.Â
âDid you tell everyone here that you and I finally fucked?â she slurrily spits out, causing everyone in the group within the close proximity of the couch to be in a collective state of shock, though, thatâs quickly dissipated with you confirming everyoneâs suspicions - despite not being fazed or fully surprised.Â
(Before anyone else asks, youâre telling the group. Yes, we also made it official after God knows how long. Are you happy now?)Â
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Later, sheâs back in your room for one night, maybe two.Â
The whole place is riddled with waves of nostalgia, Julieâs additional presence opening up the sweet wound that never really hurted you in the first place; if anything, it makes the nocturne appearance of the moonlight breaking through your blinds and into the space where youâd want to keep things just the way they were. Itâs in the trinkets and collectibles; the multitude of shirts youâll let her steal (which she already has), a trophy that she broke on accident, and the wilted corsage for when you took her to do anti-prom activities for fun when she gave you the news about moving away from you and this town. The small recap on film running through your head is short-lived, kind of like the roll burning up when thereâs nothing left - much of a story unfinished. You and her could recount all of the things that make your room yours, and you wouldnât mind wasting time talking about the many different kinds of nonsense with her.Â
âIâve been wondering,â she tells you, âactually, more than just wondering.âÂ
Sheâs straddled across your lap, fingers dancing along the back of your head - your hands and eyes are wandering all over, from the visible window of her cropped shirt, helplessly holding onto her on her sides, the gradual curve from the rise of her ass, hiking to the spots where youâll bruise her skin andâ
âIâm sorry,â youâre left breathless and laughing a good amount when you look down at her sweatpants, âsince when were you so bold with hiking up the ends of your lacy panties for me to notice?âÂ
Julie presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek, knitting one brow closer to the bridge of her nose, hands neatly rested across your traps while sheâs snickering at you keeping your eyes stuck to her body - letting your fingers trail up and underneath her cropped shirt, realizing that she didnât have a bra underneath to begin with. She reads into your next move when your hands stop at her sides, crossing hers over and slipping the shirt, tossing it in some corner of the room where youâll look for it later, taking in the valley of her breasts and the nice size when you get your thumb and finger beneath them.Â
âYouâre getting off topic.â She says to you with a click of her tongue, calculated, knowing that there were more pressing measures to be discussed rather than have you shamelessly lusting and drooling all over her pleasantly enticing skin. âAnswer the question, dickhead.âÂ
âLanguage.â you chuckle, leaning your neck up for a pitiful kiss - to which she accepts.Â
Itâs awfully quiet around your side of the neighborhood. The only things that break the silence in every few moments or so is the distant beep of the smoke detector downstairs; that, and probably the occasional pass by of a car down the street. Â
She asks you the question bouncing around her mind, but you pay no attention since youâre leaving chaste kisses across her chest.Â
âHm?â you have the audacity to hum, causing Juile to flip some of her hair forward - a flash of her ego at best; and another thing about it, youâre so into that. âMustâve missed the question again. WhaââÂ
âYou really didnât have anything serious going on while I was away?â Julieâs implying about any kind of special connection, whilst being very indifferent in the way that she speaks. âNot even good fuck thatâs worthy of swiping your v-card?âÂ
âOkay, then explain how good the experience was when you were doing it with me.â you reply, touch of the fingertips nestling on the outer edge of her back - sliding lower, more forward when you give the faintest pull to bring her closer to you chest. âIâd love to hear all the details about it, actually.âÂ
âYou just want me to say that youâre a good fuck for me.âÂ
âIn more ways than one, yes.âÂ
Her arms make way, coiling around your neck - tauting themselves gently when you slip the lace at her hips between your fingers. Pulling them down a bit, just to test something, an attempt at best to make her open up all the neat perks and merits of what will entail later. No need to get more depth in the details, you already have most (if not all) of it memorized about her. Sheâs leaking out the bedroom eyes in the blackness of your small room, and itâll reel you in whether youâre sensible to resist them or not.Â
âIf this feeds your ego,â she tells you, singing the sentence along her tongue and to your ears, âyouâre right, and I wonât bother to argue.âÂ
Like you could ever complain to her or vice versa, Juile knows that her own pride will come tumbling down at the cost of you - as youâre electrifying her with every passing touch, sliding the pants and underwear off of her while giving her no chance to recover with a tit in your mouth.Â
A pop off the nipple, and sheâs running a hand through her hair, trying to keep herself focused, and failing. âWant me to prove myself to you again?âÂ
She presses her lips to yours, hard. A clash of the tongue and pull of your neck for more leverage, rut her hips across yours to test the friction - that growing heat from within her core, a singularity that many others would die to feel let alone hear the lovely sounds coming out of her mouth.Â
âPlease,â murmurs Julie, smiling against the bottom of your chin, the grip on her ass tweaks tighter. Youâre already imagining the red marks that would defile that creamy, holy skin.Â
âTry me,â she husks, âyouâve pretty much earned it.âÂ
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(Julie has never been more right about you. The way she puts up all of these walls and red tape; basically begging you to rip right through them, and you do. Sheâs flustered and left in broken pants the first time you make her cum, screaming and trembling by the second, and you have her a sobbing mess by the third time âround, coming undone by your cock. When you slide out of her well-worked pussy, her eyes roll back and up - raw, undone, satisfied - a move up to licking you clean with a swipe of the underside, a kiss to the tip that keeps you hypnotized for a few seconds, and she wants you to keep this in mind.Â
âHave I proven a point?â you ask her in full content, hand fastened to the headboard of your bed while youâre straddling her chest, happily wrapping her pretty lips around the head of your cock. âYou looked like you enjoyed it a lot.âÂ
She curls her back in and out when you finally shift and collapse next to her, a lazy kiss to your neck, humming sleepily as if she gave up in keeping it hidden from the rest of the world. âI did,â she whispers âround the cuff of your ear, kindly admitting it along your skin. âYouâre everything I wanted bundled up all into one.â)Â
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The implication still stands: Julie was never meant to stay rooted to this town.Â
She altered her own destiny into becoming a well known individual (since the term âfamousâ wasnât too appealing to put it, according to her). Sheâs sharing all of these different experiences, events, the interactions with people she would have never thought of meeting in her life let alone be in the same space as them. Youâre sharing a buttload of things from your end of the scope, how some things stayed the way they are, for the most part. And itâs something that crosses your mindâ
âI never really said to you directly about how proud I am of you,â you tell her, happily swinging your right leg around on the swingset outside your guys' favorite cafe. âIâve told your parents countless times whenever I would see them, but-â
She has her leg over yours, shoulder meshed with her head leaned over - in one of your hats doing its job well enough to keep her appearance concealed; a bit pointless when literally everyone around the town could recognize her with ease.Â
âThey told me,â she reassures, fiddling along the plastic bit of the string from your hoodie, pursing her lips out with a crease of the eyebrows. âYou couldnât keep in touch with me, but they could, and maybe I couldâve squeezed you in along with them - all you had to do was just ask.âÂ
Her lips quirk when she makes eye contact with you, rolling them over and right when she scrunches her nose, knowing well at how much you could put up with her antics.Â
âThat wouldâve made things a whole lot easier, but hey,â she laughs, admitting stupidity where it stands, âWhat matters to me is that you finally had the chance to tell, despite everything.âÂ
Well, Iâm proud of you. Youâre saying it again, this time straight to her face and not playing as the messenger. I was with you every step of the way, and now weâve both made it to where we want to be, and maybe more.Â
Youâre pulling a piece of hair over the cuff of her ear, she melts at the touch of your palm. Julie then leans in eyes pulling to a close, then the abrupt call of your name on the intercom signifies that the order was ready; letting out a short laugh while a parting slap to her thigh separates you two for just a few moments.Â
One quick tip later of a few cents, and she looks up with those oversized rims of her glasses, smiling sweetly once you hand her the same latte she always orders during schedules and events. Sheâs sipping it instantly while youâre moving her leg up back to where it was before; nodding along at how good the drink tasted.Â
She appears distant, pondering about something - zoning out to the distance while she slowly learns back against your shoulder. Youâre looking out also, letting the eyes wander for anything in the cool early hours of the morning.Â
âDo you resent me? For leaving you? This town, our friends, and everything behind?â she suddenly stops drinking to ask.Â
Blinking, youâre trying to find something substantial for an answer. âWellâŠâÂ
âBe honest.â she says enthusiastically. âI want nothing but the truth.âÂ
It takes only a few moments to consider, and youâre always honest with yourself when it comes to talking to Juile. She always wanted to understand your side on certain things: opinions on important matters, what kinds of clothes look good on her and what doesnât, even the stances on who matches with who and the possible compatibility between the two that isnât you or her. You lick your lips, tilt the drink in your hand but just enough to not where itâll spill.Â
âIâve already told you what I thought about everything that day,â you say, placing the drink on the bench to prevent from letting the wetness from the cup soak to your fingers. âIt hasnât changed. And it never will. Me being with you since the beginning should already say enough.âÂ
âAh, youâre right,â she breathes, pouting her lips slightly because you could easily tell that sheâs managed to let that slip from her mind, and you donât blame her for that. She continues to ramble on about all of these regrets that seem to unravel and fall out - her cool breaking down once the realizations set in of the countless sacrifices she had to make. âHow silly of me, overlooking that day.âÂ
A shake of her head only brings the disappointment to the front faster, and she keeps drinking up her latte. You catch the smallest hint of a twinkle in her eyes, the middle part of the plastic top hitting the edge of her nose once finished with the beverage. Instinctually pressing your lips to her cheek as reassurance, she smiles at that, letting you take her empty cup to toss a few steps away from the bench.Â
Coming back, sheâs on her phone, smiling her heart away at something that sheâs proud of for sure; you canât help at how cute she looks when sheâs all geeked out - emitting more confidence that you could only dream of matching.Youâll get a chance of that with her help, or not; either way, if sheâs happy, youâre happy.Â
âI was out in Europe for a shoot before our break,â she lets you in on her project, âThe concept is very niche for all of us, and Iâm very happy we pushed forward with this. Consider it as an insider look as appreciation for the way youâve been treating me.âÂ
Sheâs showing you a quick slideshow of Julie in an extremely wicked bikini top, a roll of green wrapped around her middle in a poor attempt of a ribbon around her body. Then thereâs the short video of her on the stationary bike, and then the actual choreography. Itâs leaving you in shock, so thereâs really only one way of reacting. âI- holy shit. Julie, theââÂ
Youâre watching how exciting it is for her to show these things to you, itâs adorable. She lets you in about all of the logistics, music, overall approach to how they wanted this thing to be received. The drive, passion, how everyone played a part into making this work; you understand that level of thinking entirely. âRight? This was exactly what I was talking about.â sheâs tapping along your arm, âI can easily tell which part is your favorite already.âÂ
âNot even gonna say it.âÂ
âYou should because itâs me.âÂ
âFucking christ,â you mutter, swiping her phone to get a closer look. She leans closer with a mischievous giggle at the thumb replaying the clips over and over again. âHate it, someone like you should never be this hot.âÂ
âBut I am.â she replies, placing both of her legs across yours. âThatâs the fucked up thing, isnât it.âÂ
âItâs also amazingly fucked up how good you are at twerking.âÂ
âDidnât come from practice baby, itâs all natural.â
Youâre left gaping at her, shocked even. Julieâs eye smile is the only thing you see while she's covering up her face in embarrassment, wondering if the current judgment youâre giving her will stick for the foreseeable future.Â
Itâll throw you for a loop, but itâs still hot.Â
âI might have to rethink my life choices from here on out.â you tell her, staring up at the ceiling with a smile while she playfully punches your shoulder out of annoyance.Â
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A beat later, youâre staring at the ceiling.Â
More specifically, the ceiling in your room, barely holding it together when you look up at the sight of Julieâs backside, cock vanishing in between in that glorious canyon of her ass, bouncing up and out with the pitches in her moans go further up the gradual scale.Â
âFucking hell,â you hiss, hands resting along her calves while she slams her hips down, lightly thrusting yours up to meet her in the middle. The pressure already hot around your length, murmuring some words of praise that fall toward nearly inconceivable to understand. She sits up, and youâre hypnotized by the way she raises her hair up to reveal more of her surprisingly toned back, peeking over her shoulder, while your head just plops back to the pillow behind.Â
âYou like that,â she murmurs, rocking her hips in a forward-backward motion along the stiff line of your cock, âoh- you love when you get to have my ass like this for you.âÂ
âGod-,â you huff out, pathetically, vision blackening to a fine point. âHoly shit- I could never get tired of this pussy, âfeels so damn good.âÂ
She falters forward, letting most of her lower body do the work, spreading her thighs out more for your hands to come to grips with. Flipping some of her hair back, while reversing her ass at the angle where you feel all of her, youâre worried if your dick will stay in one piece by the end of it.Â
âJust sit there like a good boy and relax,â Julie tells you, with a firm determination above the creaks of the bedframe, âdonât even do anything.â When she grinds down, deep, to where youâre thrusting your hips upward to hit her favorite spot, she coos at how you failed to put up with her instructions. âLook at you, not even listening to what Iâm saying, shame on you.âÂ
âDonât really care,â you offer - an admission of guilt would be a better way of describing it, âYou always get what you want anyway, so itâs my turn.âÂ
You could feel the smile from across her lips, happily taking the opportunity to fuck herself over your cock choking her all the way down to the hilt. The slick sounds coming away from your groin and hers is a lovey track youâll never get tired of hearing, and she adores the sounds coming out of you as well, itâs unholy, slamming back down with the sweetest whines projecting from her mouth.Â
She shimmyâs her hands up your thighs, sitting upright, letting you rest inside her warm hold for just a second while she catches her breath. Then, with a move of one leg, and the other to follow, sheâs on the opposite side, caressing your head while your fingers are quick to get her hips moving again, amazed when you slide up in her, quivering thighs and a shaky breath to get you softly laughing.Â
The slaps of her hips on yours get louder for a few moments; admittedly, you kinda just let yourself go because her cunt should not be this easy to spread apart. In addition to that, her mouth hovers next to your ear, mumbling words or something remotely close to a verbal sound while youâre fixated on the clench her walls have over you.Â
The vision only fades out more, then the hearing also goes:Â
âPill.â she tells you. That singular word entails a thing. One thing, and probably the testaments that will come after - if youâre ready for it, but letâs face the facts: for someone like her and the industry that sheâs affiliated in, no one is ever really ready, but youâll be in on it if sheâs the first on board.Â
Youâre not letting up your pace anytime soon, grabbing a handful of her ass, and bringing her back down to Earth. âJuls, youââÂ
âI want your cum.â she simply says, âjust yours.âÂ
Itâs also not worth putting up a fight for much longer when she cums first; the gritty groan that has you sighing in tandem. Sheâs powering through with her lips on yours, wanting your body to completely crumble underneath her, fucking past your threshold - a kiss to the corner of your lip, in the most menacing action she could do to you, well pleased andâ
âYouâre so- fuck, filling me up was also one of your dreams, wasnât it?âÂ
Hey, in all fairness, let her have this one on you. If it means having her breasts all over your tongue or her nails gripping the nape of your neck, youâll be adamant in not letting her go.Â
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Your mind gets in this gray area. Things might be in a constant loop in terms of activities, or maybe youâre dialing it back from the hammering heatwave the other day. Itâs not that, just the foggy morning on a lazy Sunday.Â
Youâre taking slow steps across the hardwood floorboards in your house, glass of water in your hand. There weren't any plans for you and Julie for today, so the second best option which was the logical one was to stay inside, despite doing that for four out of the seven days last week. Thereâs also this quiet appreciation you have when the ominous setting of the house is in complete darkness, with the light fog serving as the present light source when you reach back to your room upstairs.Â
Upon returning, the visible spot of where you slept, and Julie adjacent to the right, still knocked out. Itâs very calming, you realize, how peaceful she looks while sleeping, the gentle rise and fall of her chest underneath the sheets. The small tousle of her hair is spread out across the pillow, with her left arm and leg in the same position as it was when you were in bed with her before waking up. Â
Mindful of what she mentioned about her sleep schedule being all over the place at times, you decide to admire her bare face when youâre thumbing her cheek.Â
She twists a bit at the touch, the subtle stretch of her body underneath, shaking off the slumber little by little. The comforter resting along her neck shifts down, revealing the apparent lines of hickeys across the column of her neck - a favorite preference of yours that youâre carefully examining while she slowly flutters her eyelids open.Â
A look up, and youâre leaning down to kiss her cheek. âFigured Iâd let you sleep in for a bit longer, but it looks like you donât want to.âÂ
Julie pulls a lazy smile, shifting her body slightly deeper into the cushiony confines of the bed, not wanting to move. âDo I want to know when we both passed out last night?âÂ
âI wouldnât worry about it.âÂ
âItâs also not like weâre gonna do anything today. I mean, itâs been hot for most of the week. And, we only got lucky with the rainfall around here.â She finally decides to sit up a bit, pull some of the sheets over her body for a little more coverage. Your parents are out early again seeing relatives, an advantage in this current scenario: just you and me alone? Where youâll fuck me again and again until the screams bounce off the walls and the neighbors will come over to complain for the hundredth time-
âYouâre right. We donât have anything planned for the time being,â you tell her, another helpless kiss to give that sends your brain giddy signals because your gorgeous lover and best friend for years is making you act like a freaking kid once more - not that youâd complain about it.Â
âAside from watching that series you found, Iâd rather just stay inside for today.â Julie suggests, scooching closer to you on the edge of the bed. âCook us something for breakfast.âÂ
That will happen, eventually, but youâre too busy working your lips all over Julieâs face. Tip your forehead in, get a kiss to her temple, then her cheeks, a stray one next to her nose, the end of her nose, her jaw. Sheâs too smitten with the private displays of affection, gratefully accepting it with an arm thrown over the shoulder, lightly laughing a crinkled nose with her face brightening.Â
Itâs moments like these, away from the attention of others, behind closed doors, where the cameras and die-hard fans of Julieâs persona donât typically have the golden chance to see, theyâd envy to be in your place - as the one person out of everyone in her life to have this side of her. She tells you that fame itself is a weird paradox to get sucked in by, and in a way sheâs absolutely right. You know from the get-go that Julie is one of the most beautiful, soft-spoken, and well respected individuals you have ever had the blessing of knowing.Â
âAnyone ever told you how amazing you look?â you ask her, her squinted eyes losing all seriousness when you laugh.Â
The look of adoration you have on her bare, sleepy face. Itâs a sight that you donât want others to cherish other than yourself.Â
âIâd rather just stay in this room and stare at you if I could.âÂ
âIsnât that what youâre doing already?â she asks, biting her lip while youâre tilting your head from right to left, mimicking her doe eyes that she rejects with a hand soon after, for now.Â
You bite your lip, let out a tsk, and something snaps in your head for one second. Lips are fast to the line of her neck, hand slithering to her back, laying her back down on the bed gently. Julie tenses up for a moment, then lets her body go slack, allowing you to leave no nook or crevice untouched with the feeling of your tongue.Â
âBreakfast?â she asks.Â
âNot now,â you answer, kissing the pulse point right beneath her jaw, soothing with a soft bite of your teeth, âJust indulging.âÂ
âI see.âÂ
She murmurs and squeaks once you let your hands join the party. Kneading and massaging her breasts while you shift yourself down to the line of her collarbone, inhaling the leftover aroma of sex from the previous night. Her handâs quick to the back of your head, tugging hair while you let your right hand jump down to her hip. A move of the sheets, to open things up, and your mouth shifts in between the cleavage, getting lower.Â
Julie putting legs together was a futile effort, sliding along her luscious thighs while your tongue streamed down her abs. The grip of her fingers got a little tighter, closer to desperate.Â
âEnjoying your fun?âÂ
âVery.âÂ
Your eyes lock on to that tattoo that hugs above the hard bone of her hip. It's a simple design: an anchor. The meaning of it is something that she never got around to explaining, feeling the ink across the pad of your thumb before smothering it in a string of kisses, to where she laughs at the silly feeling. Your hands curve up her waist, while your head is at her belly, descending down even more to where you're hovering right above the designated area youâve set your sights on.Â
A check of the clock in a quick glance, and it reads nine-thirty. Thereâs definitely some extra time to waste before starting the day.Â
Juile lets in a sharp inhale when you get yourself comfortable, arms underneath her legs, parting them. She sees the glint in your eyes when youâve finally started to bring the trail of kisses from her inner thigh upwards, anticipating for whatâs to come. You can tell that her vision is getting hazy, a cross-eyed gaze that only pushes you to absolutely ruin her, and hold your end of the deal.Â
âHave I ever told you,â you start, a teasing kiss to her folds, âhow amazing your body is?âÂ
âI donât think youâve told me explicitly, but showed in other ways.â she replies, propping herself up with an elbow and a heel down to your spine.Â
Thatâs your Julie.
You press her down, from the waist, a harsh suck on the clit, and get the first few samples of her addicting slick down your mouth. She sucks in her gut right underneath your fingers, and you hum in approval.Â
Pulling away, licking your upper lip, and some of her bed hair gets in front of her face, heaving. âAnd by the way,â you tell her, âIâm getting you back with the whipped cream this time.âÂ
She nods, knowing well that itâs pointless for her to fight the foreshadowed climaxing sounds coming out of her mouth with the back of her hand.Â
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Julie brings out a side of you that only seems to really bloom fully when sheâs around. Itâs something that never really gets acknowledged, let alone be brought up in moments where youâre truly at your most vulnerable state - the side where all of these hardships and struggles in being a good person, blinded by perfection, all seem to wash away from the touch of her hands and lips, combined with the reassuring words of encouragement.Â
That said side truly blossoms when you genuinely feel the intimacy above what the mind wants you to think. Aside from all the hand-holding, arms linked, stolen kisses while waiting at the red lights, sharing bites of the same food order, tearing away skin in little nips, the sex itself escalated a lot more than just sheer lust taking over both of you. Itâs above than just the regular conventional fucking.Â
So you bring it back to where you and her unpacked all of the bottled up feelings:Â
On the couch, but this time at your place rather than hers. By literal unpacking, when you sink your cock inside, the relief of her walls clamping down around you, moaning out alternating expletives and your name, letting her body go limp as you increase the pace, pounding her senseless, have the raw urge to just get rough and pin her down in this spot where sheâs supposed to be. Youâll want to be locked away with just her for no one else to see, to have her all to yourself; itâll be selfish of you, but sheâd agree where your head is leveled.Â
âItâs not even all that special- ah-â she blurts out while you have your hands cuffed to the back of her shoulders, leaning in to place a languid kiss across the fine column of her neck. Youâre fucking out all the sounds and whines out of her, bottoming out every drive in, her legs rest just above your backside ankles stacked - your mind is already frizzled out, and so is hers, pulling ever fiber inside your muscles and bones into getting her astonishingly destroyed, âitâs just- your cock is- fuck- fucking perfect.âÂ
Sheâd want you to be gentle sometimes, but when itâs rough? Oh man, youâll let the actions speak louder than your fucking words.Â
âIn through your nose, Juile,â you whisper with a bump to her forehead, holding her down at the waist while your hips aim tried and true, into the hottest spot deep in her cunt where you can reach, âThatâs it baby, there we go. Just be pretty for me, like this. Iâll take care of the rest.âÂ
âUgh,â she huffs, letting her eyelids drop finally when youâve made her reach that euphoric sensation first, gasping when she feels a hand wrap lightly around the jaw, forcing her mouth open, a few broken sounds get let out, panting. Her back arches while you slip your other arm under, and manage to drive your cockhead even deeper - it's a new feeling of bliss that has you in disbelief. âMore, please-â
She is so- so slick around your cock. A dam of an orgasm within you and her just waiting to finally break. You keep the motion going: pull your hips out, and drive back in. Pull your hips a bit further out the second time, and the snap of your thighs hitting has her crying. Itâs mind numbing; youâve lost your composure with her the first time fucking your feelings out to her, and itâll be like this for as long as youâre together. She could ruin you like right now - in the next day, week, month; hell, for the foreseeable future. The notion in itself is already devastating to think while this girl beneath you is shuddering, as youâre pounding her ruthlessly, pulling her hips back to yours, coaxing her worked pussy well past the brink to the point where youâre hearing your own heartbeat thumping in between your ears.Â
âYouâre so goodâŠâ she croons, lifting her head up bareilly to kiss you, get a few nails dragging along your back, let the pain soothe the filthy fuck youâre giving her. âPlease, justâ like that, god, fuck me, more, more-âÂ
âShh.âÂ
Some things in life are better left unsaid.Â
âI want to be yours before I go.â she whimpers, sounding off depressingly - like sheâs unwilling to cope with the fact of leaving you. Her eyes are glassy, begging almost - like this was the one fear sheâs afraid to live out when the time comes.Â
The sobs mix in with the slaps. Sheâs reduced to much less than a puddle, all worn out and exhausted, reaching out in desperation, keeping you close. You and her are so flushed, the stifling warmth could make you sick.Â
âBaby,â you breathe, a fast and tender kiss to give her all the reassurance that sheâll ever need. âYouâre not- Iâm never letting you go. Not now, not ever.âÂ
By the time sheâs whining and writhing and spilling out these bittersweet sobs, rocking your cock down the crevice until youâre fucking your load right down her gut. Youâre hunched over, fingers digging into the two small divots below the small of her back, hips bucking, a culmination - a nod, callback, homage, whatever youâd like to call it. Youâll leave your sentiment here, along with your heart, pulsing every beat out until the strokes get slow, lethargic.Â
Until you finally lay to rest with a kiss to her temple.Â
You tilt your face, let the breath graze across hers. Her hands are clasped together, your thumb pulling a bit of her hair away from her cheek. Sheâs shaking a bit, chest heaving but calming as the seconds pass on the clock.Â
âI was always yours.â This was the lasting resolve youâve had with Julie, âfrom the very start.â Youâre muttering while sheâs knitting her eyebrows, trying to take time to recuperate, fluttering her eyes open that tears down the final wall within your chamber.Â
She tries to form something within the rows of her teeth, and though it might not be recognizable to your ear canals, you press your forehead against hers again, letting that lazy smile do damage for the thousandth time since she got here. Drink in the moment while the crickets start singing their patchy tones.Â
âItâs you,â she says, tiredly. âItâs always been you.â Sheâs softly laughing while youâre peppering her with kisses, and sheâs quick to get both of her hands on opposite ends of your face, having one for herself because sheâs selfish. âNo one else even comes close.âÂ
Finally closing her eyes, you pull a soft smile, internalizing what was just said.Â
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The agenda is running blanks - youâre stuck doing the usual, daily routine that youâve built a proper consistency with. Sometimes, it feels like youâre running a rerun of that one annoying sitcom your dad plays to serve as background noise while doing chores around the house.Â
In other words, itâs been a little bit dry.Â
âYou never really told me,â you tell her, leaning back against the car while squinting through your sunnyâs, staring up at the building in front of you. âIâve always wondered if youâd take the chance to teach a class here in your free time.â The building, that is, Julieâs old dance studio; one of a few places that has served a pivotal purpose in your friendship and relationship with her. She tells you that you wouldâve done a few things well if you had chosen to pursue the same passion as her years ago, and you laugh at that.Â
âSomething to consider,â she starts. Walking back towards the car while you sigh and have an eyebrow lifted. âThink theyâd take me in when Iâm supposed to lay low for the time being?âÂ
âTalk about laying low when everyone knows youâre back in town.â You shrug.Â
âI might just do it.âÂ
âThen go for it.âÂ
You pass her a drink that was bought from one of her favorite spots just five minutes down the street, puts the refreshing taste down her throat before returning the cup.Â
âIâve only got a few more days,â Julie says, twisting your attention from your phone back to her. And once again, youâre reminded. Youâve known the stakes long before she even arrived here. The low burst of a bus passing by, a daunting noise you'll hear again once you drop her off at the airport when it happens. âThe company wants me back to finalize a few things before the next project.âÂ
âRight,â you nod, remembering clearly about the short topic when she brought it up the other day. âCanât be a show if they donât have their star present to make it happen.âÂ
Julie shifts a shoulder, tilting her head and prompting you to walk with her. There wasnât anywhere else to go in this town, and youâve done the lot. At this point, youâre just enjoying the quality time spent well with her.Â
And it gets you wondering - probably the fine line between delusion and deep thought about: What would it be like if she didnât become famous in the first place? Would she pursue other endeavors besides doing dancing and music that she could be proud about? What if it didnât work out back then, and she had to come back here? None of those things really matter unless she tried, and look what happened; she did try, and she made it.Â
Itâs after all these years of building her own life, you realize again, that even though there's that apparent gap of leaving you in the dark for all this time, sheâs still the same - deep down, in this very moment where no one else sees her as this superstar, but a regular person. A person, to you, that has grown much more than what you could have ever imagined possible. The list of things in your mental checklist has filled up to the point where the paper roll in would have to be extended, maybe stapled to a stack.Â
You hit the jackpot in the roulette love-life that some are very lucky to have. That longtime childhood friend-next-door neighbor turned to lover seems very make-believe and clichĂ© if put in writing, but youâll fill the blank journal page of that story somewhere down the line.Â
(An idea, or, ideas - for the topic of that entry, start forming. Maybe itâs a good thing to set some time aside to rewrite that empty draft completely.)Â
Sheâs here now, sheâll be gone soon; but the unchanging fact is that youâll be her strongest supporter. An act of affection that doesnât really need to be said out loud, and youâre cheering her on even if sheâs begging to stay in this town. You love her and what she does; youâll love her even if thereâs some distance between you two.Â
Love. You blurt out while zoning out to the small skyline, itâs such a funny concept to think about. Even ifâ
âWhat was that?â Julie asks, stopping in place while youâre suspended on the sidewalk. âDid you say something?âÂ
And, some things in life are meant to be said.Â
âI love you.â The own voice in your throat sounds unnatural, like a spirit possessed you into saying it. You clear your throat, not willing to hide away from anything - especially her. âIâve always loved you. Didnât you know that?âÂ
Julie turns her body square to you, a tilt of her head, inquisitively, lightly scrunching her face at what you just confessed, admitted - determining if you just committed perjury at this very moment. All she did after a second was nod in agreement, looking you in the eyes that tell a whole lot more, âYeah, I knew that.âÂ
You cringe, throwing the most gummy grin at her imaginable. She laughs, walking forward with a small hand slap to your chest. Itâs silly, cute, and so sweet. This girl has weaved into your heart, threading it so tightly that everyone else outside your little bubble knows that youâre hers. A keepsake, one of many.Â
âThink you can handle missing me?â she asks, hand on your cheek - and this time youâre the one leaning into her touch. âFrom the looks of it, youâre gonna be struggling. Like, a lot.âÂ
âTsk,â and youâre rolling your eyes while she starts to walk again, âI worry, like a normal person should.âÂ
âWhatâs there for you to worry about?â Julie asks you with her hands stacked behind her back, âuntil then, weâve got all the time in the world. Now câmon!âÂ
She grabs you by the hand, and youâre left smiling since itâs been something to be fine with. Because at the end of it all, sheâs always right.Â
Best believe that you wonât forget it.Â
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