Chapter 2
My mom has been bitching non-stop for three hours. My brother signed up for the Marines, and I’m proud of him. Kaylee has been crying and I don’t understand it.
Going to my room, I think about Julie always being there for us and how I wish I could take her to the dance. My cock throbs at the idea of seeing her round, perky breasts bouncing on me as she sits on my cock.
“Fuck.” I moan and throw myself down on the bed. The thought of Julie wanting me as much as I want her makes me ache. And that kiss last night. Goddamn, she’s so inexperienced, she didn’t even kiss me back. But I could tell she enjoyed it. Her little whimper told me all I needed to know.
Looking at the clock, I groan. Julie will be at work at this hour. I can’t believe her parents left her all alone to go on a safari in Africa for the year.
“Screw it,” I mumble and get my phone out.
Me
Hey Ju-Ju
Even if she’s working, she’ll still answer me. Sometimes, I have to wait a bit, but it doesn’t seem that way today.
Ju-Ju
Hey A-bear. Is everything alright?
Me
Yup. Just wondering if I could stay the night again. Mom’s still screaming.
That’s not a lie. Mom’s been going on for hours about how Bry could even think about going to the military. It was irresponsible. I think she is just scared to let him go.
Ju-Ju
Of course. You know where the key is.
I send her a smiley face emoji and pack a bag. Staying here isn’t going to work for me. My need for Julie is getting worse. Even if all I ever get to do is hold her while she sleeps, it’s enough. Taking my overnight bag, I slip out the back of my house. It’s only a four-block hike to her house through our neighborhood. If I had a car, it’d be faster, but walking will give me time to get out of my head about things.
* * *
Julie calledme twenty minutes ago, letting me know she was on her way home. I told her I had food for her, and the little giggle she gave me flustered me.
When we are alone, I feel like my world is complete. I know I shouldn’t take these moments with her if I’m not going to take them in public. But I can’t help myself.
Letting her go isn’t an option, so I set the table with her hot chocolate and pancakes. It’s a simple thing to fix, but it’s Julie’s favorite food besides bacon.
“A-bear?” Her delicate voice floats from the front door, making my body shiver with the need to consume her. Stuffing my inappropriate thoughts away for now, I walk into the front room and smile.
“Ju-Ju, come on. Pancakes await you.” Her curly red-brown hair shakes as she laughs. She dyed a few strands for the game coming up. We are going to state, and even though she cannot be there because she has to work, it’s her way of showing her school pride.
She takes my hand, and her warmth fills me. “Is your mom going to be mad if you are here?”
I shrug. It’s not like I give a damn. “Mom is going nuts about Bry. I won’t even be missed.”
“What’s going on with Bryson?” Her hand squeezes mine, and my whole body lights up with the need to kiss her. Before I can answer her question, she speaks, and those words make me ache. “Well, I miss you every time I drop you off and have to come home to this empty house.”
Dammit, I hate that she’s alone and that her parents don’t give enough of a damn to be here for her. She’s only eighteen and shouldn’t have to fend for herself while still going to high school.
“Bryson signed up for the military.” I give a half smile and she frowns.
“That’s tough. I’m sure your mom isn’t happy with the decision.” Julie hugs me to her, and I take solace in her embrace.
“Come on, sit down, and eat. I don’t want you going hungry.”
It’s the truth. The part of me that isn’t vain doesn’t want anything hurting Julie. It’s the ugly part of me that I can’t get rid of that’s afraid to be seen with her. The need to provide for her eats away at me, but I’m fucking scared to lose what I already have with her.
Besides, Julie wants to go three hours away to college and then come back to this Podunk place to work. I could never settle down here, knowing my dreams were waiting for me outside of this shitty ass town.
We strike up a conversation that takes me away from my thoughts and I’m glad for it. Julie asks me a million questions about what’s going on with Bry, homework, and the game this coming Friday. It’s so easy to get lost in her that I sometimes forget that she’s not mine. Well, at least publicly, she isn’t. In my mind and heart, she will always be mine.
Julie gets up and takes her plate into the kitchen. “Alright, it’s late, and we both have to get up for school tomorrow.”
We both groan and then laugh. Julie wraps her arms around my neck and places a tentative kiss on my lips as she hugs me. “Good night, A-bear.” She leaves me standing in the kitchen as I watch her plump ass walk away from me.
The things I want to do to her should be criminal, but at least I haven’t digressed that far down the rabbit hole and done them. Yet.
I’m an asshole on multiple levels, but I should be ashamed for putting a sleeping pill in her hot chocolate. Going into the bedroom next to hers, I strip my shirt off, along with my shoes and pants. Reaching into my boxers, I stroke my shaft with urgency. I’ve had blue balls since I came over to her place.
Pain radiates through my dick as I think about sinking into Julie’s innocent wetness, but I know I can’t take that from her. Not while she’s asleep and when I’m not going to date her.
The thought of not having her makes my hardness pulsate, and I stop masturbating because if I don’t, I’ll end up blowing my load before I do what I came here to do.
With my hands shaking, I walk into her bedroom. Looking down at her body spread out on the bed, with no cover, I gasp. She breathes slowly in and out with a slight snore. Smiling at how adorable she is, I run a hand along her arm and take in the soft, supple flesh she has.
A growled moan leaves my lips as her flesh pebbles under my touch. In the past, I’ve only ever touched her breasts or exposed legs. I couldn’t help but jerk off into a napkin. Tonight, I’m not doing that. I am feeling bold and so goddamn needy.
Climbing into the bed, I pull her legs apart and get in between them with pre-cum leaking out of my dick. The white cotton panties she’s wearing slip in between her pussy lips, and I nearly orgasm.
Want fills me like never before and I tremble. Biting my lip, I slide a finger along her covered slit, and as her wetness coats her panties for me, the first squirt of my sperm lets loose. It lands on her left thigh.
“Fuck, Ju-Ju.” I don’t even have to stroke my cock; it just does its own thing as I rub her little clit. “One day in the future, I’m going to have you begging me to slam into your cunt.”
My hips thrust toward her pussy, and I let my fingers delve down toward her slit. Pushing her panties to the side, I let my depravity take over. The tip of my pointer finger touches her hole, and I nearly bellow as another round of sperm squirts out of me.
“You’re so fucking tight. My little slut is sucking my finger in. You know exactly who you belong to, don’t you?”
Filthy thoughts keep popping out of my mouth before I can stop them. Not that Julie can protest anything that I’m doing. My thoughts turn sinister as I rub my cock along her panties. I keep myself from moving her panties out of the way and sinking in.
“Aaron…” My name comes out of her mouth in a whisper, and I stiffen. At first, I think she’s woken up, but her eyes never open, and it’s at that very moment I realize that she’s dreaming about me.
Pulling back her panties, I shove my pinky finger into her, attempting to not hurt her, and move back and forth while using my other hand to rub her clit. The feel of her pussy contracting is everything to me.
“Fuck,” I mutter out as her hips move in time with me. Those whispery moans and needy cries make me delirious with want. Her pussy clenches down on my pinky finger, and I close my eyes. I have to because all I can think about is how that’s going to feel on my tongue and cock. With that thought, my cock is hard again, but I pull away once Julie is snoring again.
Since I have her room wired with cameras, I know she’s never had an orgasm before. Her first is mine, dammit. And that’s something I should feel guilty about, but I don’t.
Getting up, I bend down and kiss her neck, wanting to leave a hickey on her, but I don’t. The medicine I give her will keep her asleep, but I’m leaving the room wishing she was awake and asking me to stay the night with her.