Julia’s Booty: Part 3

Surviving Apartness.by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.She did a cute little toe pivot. “Did I do good?” I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t believe I came that quickly.” “Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.” I kind of laughed to myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, realizing that I never got a moment to do such a simple task. Julia came up to me and put her hands on my chest as we kissed, and her mouth was a bit salty and I soon realized why. But I went with it. She jumped into my arms and I dropped onto an ottoman, Julia now in my lap. “You know what I want to do again?” I asked. We parted lips and Julia said, “What’s that?” “You know,” I said. She laughed. “Now you have to say it!” “I wanna lick your cunt.” “Umm,” she said. “That sounds really good.” “And,” I said, “I wanna taste your ass, too, if you’ll let me.” She playfully scoffed. “Dirty,” she said. “Why are you such a bad boy?” “You bring it out of me,” I said. “I wanna taste all of you.” She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and giggled under her breath. “Naughty boy. There’s a bit of a problem, though.” “Oh?” Julia got off of me and stood up. She reached under her dress and wiggled her hips, sliding her maroon panties to her ankles. Those panties had a lot of wetness exactly where you’d expect. She carried herself with warmth and walked to the nearest ottoman. Her back facing me, Julia looked at me over her shoulder as she got on all fours onto the ottoman. “I don’t think you can eat my ass,” she said. She lifted her floral dress up and over her ass, now fully spread doggy-style, her cunt on full display, a large sapphire-colored heart sticking out of her asshole. “At least not with this thing in the way.” She laughed and wiggled her ass at me. My mouth dropped. “Wow.” “You like it?” she asked. The sapphire was made of a sparkly plastic. “Uh, yeah! But I mean, what does this mean?” Julia got up and wrapped me in her arms. “You know what it means, dude. I want you to fuck my ass. I’ve been prepping, if you know what I mean!!” She snorted into a laugh. “But; I didn’t know you like ” “ I’ve never done it,” she said. “Hear me out, okay?” “Of course.” “I want you, so bad,” she said. “I wanna do everything with you. But, ya know, like I said I’m not experienced. I’ve never had sex. So, like, when we do it, and ya know I mean do it do it, I want it to be special.” “I want it to be special, too.”  “We’re sneaking around, though, ya know? This is hot. But it’s, like…” “You want to lose it when we don’t have to be sneaky about it,” I said. Julia’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! But, in the meantime, I want something. I, like, need you in me. We’re being bad here.” “So let’s be bad,” I said. “I get you.” “I know you do!” she said. “That’s, like, another thing. I’ve got, oh my god this is so embarrassing having to, like, literally say it. I’ve got feelings for you. And I know you have them for me.” “I feel worse that I didn’t trust you earlier,” I said. “I shouldn’t have got into my head so much. My lack of trust is an insult to your judgment.” Julia adjusted into a better posture. “Yep. It felt like that, not gonna lie.” She played around with her fingernails. “You deserve better than that,” I said. “I’m sorry.” “We deserve better than that. Think of it like a sport. If we were a team. Our team isn’t going to work if we can’t trust our teammates.” “Yeah, of course,” I said.  “It’s, like, the same thing with what we’re doing here. Our team doesn’t deserve these facilities. You know? We deserve better than that. I want something better than that. You get me?” “Yes.” We sat together on the ottoman and I held her hand. “And we’re already moving so fast,” I said. “This shouldn’t be rushed.” “Exactly!” she said. The warm lights in the room hummed and I felt a buzzing within. And there was silence and a sense of equilibrium. I rubbed Julia’s light brown hand and looked at her, and I saw her soul and  I saw the sincerity and in that moment felt there was nothing more real than what was in front of my eyes. “I don’t think we should fuck tonight,” I said. I felt that perhaps an earlier version of myself wouldn’t say such a thing. That guy would be too horny to let anything real get in his way. But fuck that guy. “Wait, what?” “If I fuck you in your ass right now, I mean, of course it’s different than taking your virginity. But, isn’t it all just different levels of intimacy? I mean, what we already did was hugely intimate. If we keep going right now, we aren’t really shying away from much. When you said it, it clicked for me.” Julia looked at me blankly then sighed and smiled. “Damnit. I shouldn’t have said anything!” She snorted again. “It’s going to be so fucking good, though, when we do it,” I said. “Like, I fucking promise you it’ll be wild.” “I’ve heard stories,” she said. I playfully clenched my teeth. “I swear, it’ll be even better. I’m going to bring my A game.” Julia rubbed my shoulder and had a bit of a whimper to her expression. She reached behind her and underneath her dress, making a funny face as she pulled from behind. She held the ass-plug by the sapphire tip, showing me the bulbous cone-shaped black object that had been in her ass just moments before. She looked at it with a bit of disappointment. “What am I going to do with this?” she said. It was black and glossy and it was evident it had just been in her ass. I must admit to you, at this moment, that part of the reason I was so comfortable with ending the festivities before the parade arrived, was that I knew that ass-plug wasn’t about to magically disappear. I stared some seduction at Julia, who had a look of recognition. “Bro,” she said. “So this is the legend they speak of. In the flesh.” “Ok, time out, who is they exactly?” I asked. Julia clapped her hands and snickered and I moved on. I took the ass plug and held it by the sapphire. “Oh fuck,” I said. “I mean, I just have to take care of this.” “You don’t have to, like, at all dude!” She laughed uncontrollably and gathered herself. I looked into Julia’s eyes. “Then let me make this clear. I want to. I fucking want this.” Julia offered her palms, as if to say, all yours, bro. And that was all I needed. I put Julia’s ass plug to my nose and inhaled her ass musk, as Julia herself looked at me with a crinkled forehead and a taken-aback expression. I inhaled some more, her scent rich and earthy and powerful. “Oh my god, dude, you’re so kinky,” she said. “What does it smell like?” “It smells like ass,” I said, to a solo audience of laughter. “But I swear, if you get over the fact it smells like that, and start, like actually paying attention to it, it’s fucking amazing. It’s just intoxicating in the absolute weirdest way.” “Dude, you’re so weird,” she said. “You make me intrigued. What the fuck.”  I continued to sniff it, maybe only a foot away from Julia’s face. My noises of arousal enveloped the space around us. As I began to lick her ass plug, taking in the surprisingly neutral and slightly sweet taste, eyes closed, I opened them to the sight of Julia on the other side of the ass plug, sniffing what I hadn’t got to yet. Her eyes were closed and she kept sniffing while I continued to lick. What a sight, I thought, and what a girl. She backed off from it. “Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that,” she said. “Ok; I think I get it. It’s, like, kinda addictive. Like, there’s something to it that makes me wanna keep smelling it, even though it definitely smells funky, you frickin’ weirdo.” I licked the wide base, where it was at its dirtiest, and I looked at Julia and took another risk and dove in for a kiss. And in that moment right before I fully dove in, I saw her see my intent, and I saw her close her eyes and open her mouth a bit, willing to receive the naughtiness from my tongue. We embraced and swirled our tongues and it didn’t have a discernible taste. And the walls hummed with a sound of silence. I dropped the ass plug and we started to make-out hard. Our hands were all over each other and I was naked and Julia had nothing but her floral dress on. She rolled me onto the ottoman and got on top, sitting on my lap just above my cock, which was back to full energy and already dripping precum. She leaned into me and we kissed, and I scooted back on the ottoman so I could put my feet flat, my knees up. I reached underneath her dress, lifting it up and putting my hand underneath her undercarriage, which was scorching hot and dripping a bit of her wetness onto me. I grabbed my cock and started slapping my shaft hard against her cunt and asshole, occasionally swiping the tip against her wet labia. “Fuck,” she said. “We need to stop.” But she started grinding on me, bouncing her cunt against and away from the shaft of my steady cock. I was looking into her eyes as I rubbed my shaft against her cunt lips, sliding along them up and down, up and down. My dick would swipe past her cunt opening, and when the head of my cock went past it, down towards her clit then back up again, it would ever-so-slightly dip into the opening before continuing its way up her labia towards her asshole. Julia was moaning and she was twerking her cunt against my cock. “We need to stop,” I said. “We need to stop.”  Julia was twerking now in such a way that she kept pushing harder against my shaft, so that when I continued sliding my cock up and down along her labia, I was spelunking more and more into her cunt opening each time I’d swipe by. At one point I held my cock, which was leaking out precum, and I pressed the tip of my dick right up against her vagina. I just held it there and shook my cock against her opening, pushing it just a bit, trying my best to somehow not fuck her even though my body was doing everything it could to go against that. Julia hopped off of me and looked drunk with lust. She lifted her dress over her shoulders and was completely naked now. She got back onto the ottoman and squatted over my dick, hands on either side of my stomach. Her body was so fit and so sexy and her tits hypnotized me with their perky perfection. I watched her as she watched herself grab the base of my cock and intentionally lift her cunt right over my tip. She was now doing what I did, shaking my cock’s tip aggressively against her vaginal opening. And she looked at me like she was begging for it, and I was so out of my mind that I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know what to do. Julia started doing tiny squats directly onto my tip, allowing maybe ⅓ of my cock head to dip into her cunt and out, into and out, into and out. “Fuck. I can’t take it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.” I was gasping for air. “But what about…” “ I know,” she said. “I’m just so fucking horny. So fucking horny.” “Here, turn the other way, sit on my face,” I said. “Just; sit on my face…” “No,” she said. “I want your cock. I want your cock.” “If this goes in,” I said, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” “Do it,” she said. “Please, please do it.” “I’m going to pound your cunt like we’re rabbits.” “Fucking do it. Fucking fuck it. I can take it. I want it.” I grabbed her by the waist and brought her in for a kiss. We locked lips and her tongue was maniacal, desperate to do something it didn’t even understand. Thank goodness for that tongue. It made me realize how clouded we both were. While we kept kissing and I kept slapping my cock against her wanting cunt, I lifted her up a bit and slipped my sweaty back down the ottoman in one smooth move, latching my mouth onto her cunt, my legs and cock now off the ottoman’s edge. Julia squealed as I moved us back to the middle of the ottoman, her on top of me, her cunt straddling my mouth. She was cooing high-pitched yelps while she stroked her clit up and down my tongue. She pinned my hands against the ottoman and started grinding her cunt into my mouth aggressively. “Oh. fuck. yeah.,” she grunted with every grind. “Oh god that’s amazing. Oh god.  Oh. my. fucking. god.” Her cunt was delicious and so ludicrously wet that my face felt like a total mess even though I couldn’t see it. It didn’t really matter. I was simply happy that she was happy. And what a sight to see her happy, as she grabbed chunks of my hair and kept swerving her cunt over my face, basically using me to get herself off. I stuck my tongue up and we played a similar game, albeit a safer one, where she sat her vagina onto my tongue before popping back up. Just a little in, then out. In, then out. In and out. It tasted vaguely salty, mostly just like skin, and the scent of strong and musky pheromones had me begging for more. “Uh uh uh uh uh,” she blurted as she fucked my tongue like a cock. When I started swirling my mouth onto her clit she removed her hands from me and pinched her nipples, tugging at them and bouncing on my face while I suctioned her sex button. “Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep doing exactly that.” I obliged. I wasn’t quite sure exactly what I was doing, but whatever it was, I just repeated the motions over and over and over and over the top she went with her convulsions. Julia grunted loudly and ferociously, like she was jizzing all over me, like a puma with a guttural roar, one that was shaking and spazzing her cunt onto my face. And I kept going. And in little time Julia turned her spasms into slow rolls, gliding her soaked cunt lips along my mouth, slower and slower now, until she finally exhaled and stopped. She got off of me and helped me up, holding my face and kissing me with the purest intent. “Shit, dude,” she said. “You saved me. I just needed to get that nut out.” “You sound like a guy sometimes,” I said. She punched my arm. “Shut up! Holy shit that was close.” “Man, you’re not kidding,” I said. I wiped my face and it was drenched with all types of fluids. It smelled sexy and I loved it. The night was no longer young. We were putting clothes on when Julia stopped me and held my hand. “Thank you. Seriously. That was, like, some legit gentleman shit right there.” “Of course,” I said. “To be fair I almost caved in. You’re really persuasive!” She smiled. “You didn’t. And that means a lot to me. To us.” I put my arms around her and kissed her. “And when we get things right,” I said, “there won’t be any more holding back. And I’m not gonna be a gentleman anymore.” She leaned into me hard and sucked on my tongue. “I’ll be yours. All of me,” she said. As we pressed against each other, she could feel my bulge strengthening. She reached down and gave it a squeeze. “Let me make sure your tank is empty.” Julia dropped to her knees and took my erection out. The room was clean and there was a smell of sex. And she was young and brave and the ottoman was wet with our passions. “Oh boy,” I said. Something electric happens along highway 17 towards Santa Cruz. At a certain point the need for speed gives way to a slow coasting along the swerve of the roads. The trees tower over, and your eyes can't help but take in the scenery. The trees sway along the hills, the forestry drowns in abundance, and the air is crisp and pungent. Another swerve and the entire scene hits you again. Soon enough from the hills and forestry and the air crisp and pungent, the natural world becomes all that you know. And that’s when the electricity emerges, a sort of prickling deep within, awakening yourself from eons ago, telling you that you’ve finally come home. But this electricity is fragile and fleeting. And soon enough there are blinking red lights and green signs in Clearview font and cars in caravan, and that old friend goes into hibernation as the city hums with a fluorescent hue. As I approached the city of Santa Cruz in the middle of a clear April day, I carried some of that residual electricity with me. I was excited to be on a little vacation and leave my day-to-day behind. And of course, I was excited to visit Julia. It had been almost seven months since we’d seen each other in person. A lot can happen in seven months. I’ve been told that the key to a successful long distance relationship is a commitment to daily communication. In that respect, we had succeeded. We were on the phone every day and zoomed at least once per week, despite my job, and despite her classes and traveling for tennis. But it still stinks. That feeling after those zoom sessions sinks your soul and makes you ache. It’s especially hard when what you have together isn’t exactly defined as a relationship. Thinking back to my own experiences, I remembered what it was like at her age, especially those first couple years. You’re supposed to step beyond the life you previously knew. Experience new things. Experience new people. Have some serious fun and never get too serious, except for your classes. I wanted all of this for Julia, and at times felt guilty that I was tying her down because of our attachment to each other. I carried these concerns within as I found a guest parking lot in the heart of the campus. UC Santa Cruz, where the world is your oyster and smells like it too. There were banana slugs all around but not the type you’d find in the woods. The day was beautiful and the ocean breeze complimented the heat. I wore a loose white button-down, untucked, with flip-flops and sunglasses. Even though I was a bit older than these banana slugs, I was gifted with some of those good anti-aging genes. Combine that with my tattoos and I blended in just fine on campus. But I showed my cards soon enough, getting lost in search of Julia’s dorm. I ate crow and approached a couple guys, one of whom was carrying a watermelon. “Let me guess. There’s vodka in there,” I said. “Bruh. We’re about to carve it,” said the guy with the watermelon. “Step 1.” “Tradition, baby,” I said. “Hey can you guys guide me towards Biko House? I’m lost.” Watermelon’s friend got me on the right track. He wore a Hawaiian shirt that would have been seen as tasteful if he was on the islands. The boys were energetic and fun and the hills were lush with green grass. Thinking about those young men and their stupid adventures got me thinking some more about Julia. I imagined that Julia ran into plenty of boys like the watermelon bros, as well as a spectrum of others who were just as fun and untethered, boys who were sweet and kind, boys who were insightful and deep and interesting, and of course boys who were just flat-out fuckable in the minds of many others. We weren’t exactly in a relationship, and truthfully I didn’t think we could be yet, even if we wanted it. So in my mind, if she hooked up with anyone these last seven months, I wanted to be okay with it. I intended to be okay with it. And I didn’t want to limit her experiences. Yet, Julia seemed fully invested in me, and seemed fully dedicated to school and tennis all the while. The hills zig-zagged and overlapped and converged at an apex, where Biko House stood upon. Its outward appearance was dominated by brick, and had an aesthetic fitting to the 1970s. When I climbed some concrete stairs and approached, a small group of students happened to be exiting the dorm and held it for me and I was inside. I worked my way up to the 3rd floor. The hallway was a perspective piece of cream-colored walls and off-blue carpet. There was muted music and whiffs of weed and a girl in a towel, who scurried to her room and closed the door. Dorm life. Even with the nostalgia I was feeling, the place still made me feel a bit old. As I walked along the hallway and watched the numbers go down, I felt especially weirded out over the fact that I was that guy now, the older guy with the younger girl. I didn’t feel comfortable in that role. I knew the way guys could often be, predatory and single-minded, and on the surface I felt like Julia and my dynamic had that sort of appearance. On the other hand, I knew what we had went far beyond those depths. And it wouldn’t seem so odd if it was a fifty-something dating a forty-something, for example. These insecurities, however present, were easily overshadowed by what I knew stood beyond the door of room 324. There are exceptions to every rule. And she was exceptional. I exhaled all my doubts and gave the door a knock. There was an audible gasp on the other side of the door, right before it flung open to the cacophony of Julia screaming and bouncing and grabbing my body, now bouncing together and more screaming, into my ear and down the hallway. I got lost in the chaos that I didn’t even think to lift my arms around her. But she settled down and we finally hugged. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy with sunglasses who looked like he was in a 1990s Mountain Dew commercial pop his head into the hallway then back inside. “Bruh, it’s the professor!” he said to someone inside. Julia let go of me and yelled down the hallway, “What did I say?” The guy popped out again and lifted his sunglasses. “Julia that’s him? Man, he doesn’t look like a professor. He just looks like, a dude.” His roommate popped his head out and it was like a buddy comedy with gophers. “You’re an idiot, Josh,” said Julia. “Thank you,” said Josh. And Josh said “nice to meet you” as he and his roommate faded back into his room and the door closed. “Professor?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. She smiled and put a hand on her hitched hip. It hit me instantly. Julia looked different. She had lost a little weight and looked fitter. Generally the super thin super fit type isn’t my thing; I prefer a girl with a little more to squeeze, so to speak. But in this case Julia really looked great at her level of fitness. She wore a beautiful canary yellow summer dress that had roses on it, which hugged her tits in a very classy and sexy way. It was tied at the waist with a cute brown bow. “Wow,” I said. “Can you give me a little twirl?” Julia blushed and I spun her around a couple times. Thank goodness, I realized, that she somehow maintained that juicy booty of hers, despite her weight loss. Her bubbly ass popped out against the silky fabric of her dress. My mind suddenly wandered, thinking about what her ass might be tasting like; “You look so damn good,” I said. “All that tennis…” She lifted a leg like she was doing a Captain Morgan. “Give it a squeeze.” I did and it was rock hard. I gulped a bit and wondered if she noticed. Julia invited me inside and closed the door behind. Zoom is a funny thing. If you’ve ever been in a situation where you’ve zoomed with a stranger, then actually met them in person, you realize it’s just different. There’s something about being face-to-face with another human being that is the truest test of your sense of reality. So even though Julia and I had been “seeing” each other for many months, only now could I see a difference within her beyond the physical, in the way she carried herself. Some months ago, Julia was the follower. She was innocent and moved with an awkwardness. Now when she looked at me, she wasn’t star struck. She was present. She looked at me like she didn’t need me to guide her. Being on the same wavelength made me attracted to her even more. Her room, however, was exactly what I expected. She had piles of clothes in different places, and bottles of personal care products wherever there was space. Her wall had a pride flag and pictures of her family and a couple k-pop posters. Her roommate’s wall was covered in astronomy posters and there were piles of books all over. It was a sunny afternoon but the blinds were almost closed, and the room was lit by lamps of soft reds and warm yellows. I sat on her bed as Julia reached into her mini fridge and grabbed a couple bottles of Miller High Life. She popped them on the edge of an Ikea table that seemed to be more bottle opener than table. She sat next to me and we tapped our beers. Julia put her hand to my face and rubbed my beard. “You’re growing this out?” “Yeah. I never stuck with it before. It got weird at a certain length. But it’s going places now that it’s past that.” Julia chuckled. “It’s going places; ” She took a sip, swallowed, and stared at me hard. My heart fluttered. Someone was playing music next door and Julia didn’t bat an eye. My fingers played itsy bitsy spider on her legs above her canary dress. For a college dorm with so many sounds it was interesting how silent it felt. I didn’t need to look up at her to know she was looking at me. “So…,” I said, still looking down, “you packed for tomorrow?” “Nope,” she said, with a popping noise on the p. “I left my stuff in the car.” Julia twirled the hair above my ear. “Might wanna take care of that, dude,” she said. “Campus gets some break-ins at night.” “Oh. Should I?” “not now,” she whispered. “You got time. We; got time.” Suddenly I was reminded of the trees on the highway. Julia took a large swig of her beer and put it on the floor. I followed suit. She put her arms over my shoulders and got very close. “You smell nice,” she said. Her breathing was warm. “I missed you.” I put my hand on her thigh. “I’ve been aching, not having you around,” I said. “It’s been hard.” "Well, here I am dude." I was breathing heavier now. The air felt warm between us. The silence hung in that air like a water droplet, fully engorged, on the precipice of falling into its right place. We leaned into each other and kissed, and the familiarity pummeled me like tsunami waves. It was beyond the muscle memory of our previous times together. It harkened to what was, is, and will be, for eternity. And the trees swayed along the hills and the air was crisp and pungent. Julia nibbled on my lower lip and let out an Umm that channeled into my body. Her cheeks were soft and I gave her hips a squeeze. We parted our embrace. I exhaled like I was blowing out a candle across the room. Julia giggled her giggle and we hugged, which felt just as nice as the kiss. She fanned herself. “Dude,” she said. “Dude.” I thought to say something but instead I kissed her again. This time we opened our mouths and our tongues began to take control. It was cute and lustful. My recognition of that lust made the blood rush down below and our hands started exploring our bodies. One of the yellow lights in the room flickered for a moment. “I think I have to change,” she said. “Really? That dress looks great on you,” I said. Her horizon of green irises stared into me and she said, “Not my dress.” “Oh?” I licked my lips. She put her arms back onto my shoulders and got close. “I’m a little too wet.” “Oh? You are?” “Yeah,” she whispered. My heartbeat increased. “Stick out your tongue,” I said. Julia looked at me like she was playfully reluctant. But she stared at me unblinking and seductive, and went ah when she presented her tongue. I curled my lips around it and sucked on it all over. The moment I finished Julia said, “Now, you.” And she did the same to me, tasting it. “I’m so wet,” she whispered. We fluttered our tongues together. I broke from our flutter. “Let me eat it.” “Oh god,” she said. I squeezed her tits while kissing her. “Let me eat it.” The doorknob rattled then burst open and a singular mass of backpacks, arms bags, books, loose rolled posters, and a poster tube flew in, all being carried by a five foot being whose leg kicked backwards and slammed the door shut in a single fluid motion. I took my hand off Julia’s tit while we both watched the mass shed its bags and books and posters to the floor. A young woman, now emerging from the clutter, turned away from us, was tying her hair and exhaling. “I swear, Jules, this field feels toxic sometimes. It’s like, okay, they want us to go to these conferences to ignite our passions, to explore the unknown! To break the surly bonds and go where no one has gone before. Of course, then, they use some Carl Sagan quote to pump us up. But then you go to these conferences Jules and ” She turned around. “Oh my!” said the girl. She fiddled with her nails. “How; umm, hello! I’m Emily.” She gave me a firm and aggressive handshake that I kept feeling after she let go. “Uh,” Emily said. “Oh! Oh this is Friday, right! Today’s that day, and; here you are! Yes, yes, I got it now. I got it now!” “Girl,” said Julia. “Why so much stuff? Also, why didn’t you put the posters in the poster tube?” “Nice to meet you, by the way,” I said. “Yes, yes. Nice to meet you too, sir. I mean, young man!” said Emily. “Oh my god Emily,” said Julia. “Strapping young lad,” said Emily, in a pretend dad voice. She put a leg up on a chair and kept going with the bit. “You know, sonny, back in my day ” “Em!” said Julia. Emily was short and stocky and looked like she hadn’t stood still in a decade. She had curly brown hair, highlighted blonde, and sharp red-rimmed glasses. She was wearing a black t-shirt of HAL from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Emily adjusted her glasses. “Jules, wow! Look at you, putting it together. Rawr, sister. Meow. His." “This is my roommate,” said Julia, dropping her hands and her head. Emily scuttled to the bed and jumped on with us. “Aw, I’m just kidding!” She hugged Julia tight and pressed her cheek against her face. “I love you more than Carl.” “I believe that you’re kidding,” said Julia. “I don’t believe the Carl thing.” “My husband,” said Emily to me, flitting her eyelashes to the sky. “In another life, I suppose I could have been Mrs. Sagan.” “Anyway,” said Julia. “Yes, anyway. The conferences,” said Emily. “No, the posters!” said Julia. “Ah, but madam, therein lies the rub. For you see, the posters; drum roll please; .are for, the conference!!” “What conference?” “Lpsc in Houston. I fly out tonight!” Julia arched an eyebrow. “But what about ” “I know, babe, I’m so sorry! The opportunity came up and I had to take it,” said Emily. She turned to me. “You see, young man, Jules and I were going to take you out tonight to experience the fiiiinest cuisine Santa Cruz has to offer; foie gras and caviar and sea urchin and all the delectables, I mean, delecto-bows, a sophisticated man like yourself deserves. Nom nom nom.” Julia turned to me, smiling. “I know she seems like she’s absolutely insane. But I promise you, she is.” I laughed pretty hard. Emily gave Julia a kiss on the forehead and began packing with urgency. “Alex is bringing me to the airport. 30 minutes!” “Oh! He’s such a sweetheart to you,” said Julia. Emily dropped the shtick for a moment and I saw upon her face an old soul, caring and kind. “Yeah. Uh. He is.” Emily laugh-snorted. “You should, to use your line, jazz it up a bit,” said Julia. “Can I help you?” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Emily. Julia turned to me with a smile stuck on her face. “Your stuff?” I told her I understood and would be back soon. It was a bit hotter now but the breeze was stronger. I made some mental bread crumbs from Biko House to the car. My bags were warm and there was chocolate inside. Walking back, knowing where I was going, I felt a little more comfortable on campus, and reflected fondly upon my days as a freshman. I also was shifting between walking fast and slowly strolling. A part of me wanted to take my time so the ladies could do their thing. Another part of me was in-tune with a new reality. Julia and I had the room to ourselves. I wondered if we would pick up where we left off. I wondered if she wanted to take the next step, or wait for Monterey. I wondered what it would be like as her wet cunt gripped my cock, her powerful athletic body dominating me; A smoker outside Biko was kind enough to let me in. Upon entry to 324, Emily was packed and wearing a clean red blazer over a black top decorated with silver ferns. No glasses. She looked very cute, and I told her the same, which she didn’t believe. “No, like, honestly. You look really good,” I insisted. “You shouldn’t hide your eyes, they’re really nice.” Emily blushed. Then her phone rang, which led into a flurry of bag stacking and shuffling feet and rattling poster tubes. Julia and Emily hugged, and Emily offered me another sturdy handshake. She went to the door and turned around. “I’d tell you,” said Emily, “that you two love birds don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. But; Jules has other plans! Huzzah!” “Em!” yelled Julia. Emily playfully stuck out her tongue and ran out the door with her stuff and the door slammed as we heard shuffling down the hallway. Julia looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Dude, that was really sweet of you to say that to her. She deserves more of that.” “Of course,” I said. "Her eyes are pretty." “All those guys in the science department don’t know how to talk to a girl, you know? Make her feel special.” I walked up to Julia and put my hands on her hips, her arms to my shoulders. “It’s probably not so easy for them,” I said. “Honestly it’s not so easy for me, either. Except, ya know, with you.” “Oh my god, stop it,” she said. “See what I mean?” We kissed and it was soft and sweet. It all came rushing back in an instant, as Julia undulated her lower body into mine while we continued to kiss. The realization that we hadn’t lost it, and had simply pressed play again, was such a thrilling feeling. She was acting uninhibited, and groaning while we locked lips. Perhaps that’s why I felt in the moment to push things a little bit. "Tongue," I commanded. Julia obliged. I held her head in both hands as I sucked it. “Good girl,” I said. I pushed her to the bed so she was flat on her stomach, her backside facing me. Her ass was so curvy and bulged beautifully from that soft silky yellow dress. I unzipped my pants and let my own bulge emerge, still under the boxers. “Stay there,” I said. I got on top and pushed my bulge into her backside, finding the peak of her curvature and sinking my junk into it. I was poking my bulge directly into where her asshole was, underneath that dress, giving her a huge wedgy, and getting me rock-fucking-hard. “Umm,” she said. “You like doing that to me?” She giggled. The sight of her dress being swallowed by her ass crack was so great. Julia got off the bed and we started making out again. She took my hand and guided it under her dress, into her panties, and under, to an absolute soaking region between her cunt lips that was hotter than the outside air. “See?” she said. “Umm. Can I have that snack now?” Julia dove to the bed and scooted against the wall. She moved with urgency. Her forehead was crinkled with horny concern and her mouth was slightly open. Still urgent now, she reached under her dress and hooked her thumbs onto her panties, saying “This?” as she hurried them off, coffee colored and wet. She was quick with her breaths as she lifted her feet onto the bed, knees up. Saying once again, “This?” as she pulled her pretty dress up, exposing a gorgeous sight of her cunt, glistening, and the air was pungent. “This is what you want to eat?” she asked. I dove in between her legs without hesitation. She smelled musky and a little tangy and her cunt was all over my face. In that moment, I acted selfishly, driven by my lust and my knowledge that she wanted me down there. I was eating her up like her moisture was the only oasis in a thousand mile desert, lapping her clit, nibbling on her labia, tonguing the wetness in between, fervently and addictively and with no consideration to what she was wanting in that moment. It all tasted too good to me. I just had to eat it. I just had to suck it and taste away, like I was a young teenager who had no control, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck on loop. Luckily Julia gave no indication she wasn’t happy. She gasped and swerved her cunt into my face. She grabbed my hair and forced my head directly onto her clit, using me as her oral sex toy. “Unh. You like it?” she asked. I nodded while I kept busy. “Just like you remember?” she asked. “God I missed that tongue.” It was like a sauna in between her legs as I swirled patterns onto her clit. Her stomach muscles were flexing. My head was buried in her and my bottom half was dangling off the bed. I was so damn horny that I used a hand to undo my belt and slide my pants off, now just in my boxers, and I was dry humping the side of her mattress as I kept munching away at her robustly earthy cunt. I reached a hand below and started jerking myself over my boxers. I got up and she was surprised to see me without pants on. I looked at her as I jerked my cock over the boxers, quick little hand motions, and I held the boxer cloth tightly over my cock, holding it at the base. My horniness was pulsing and trying to burst out. And as I moaned  uh, we both watched as the tip of my dick pushed forward and a droplet of clear liquid seeped through the fabric and was now visible on the outside. “Dude that is so fucking hot,” she said. “That is so. hot!” “Oh look what you do to me,” I said. Julia had that sad but not sad horny expression on her face again as she was slapping her clit. I touched the droplet on my boxers and the string of precum stretched long off my finger. At that moment the obvious hit us. She was getting off. I was getting off. It felt like the moment to do it to each other. A silence hung over us. Julia exhaled. She stood up with intent and undid her brown bow. She rolled her dress off her shoulders, her tits bouncing out. She bit her lower lip and moaned under her breath. The dress slipped down to her waist, slinked along and down her curvy hips, and dropped to the floor. “I need it,” she said. She stood and swirled her hand around her clit while looking at me. I felt like a teenager again. I rushed off my boxers and my shirt, everything on the floor now. Much of our activity was unspoken but our urgency was there, and the tension of the inevitable escalated. To be continued in part 4, by Feynman15 for Sex Stories.