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I guess this makes my Juli even more mine, the way I’m seeing her now. Her silky brunette hair over her shoulders and down her back and her gorgeous face gleaming at me. Her cheeks a red that I could feel mine returned with the way they burned, and a soft hand on my cheek. I stare nervous at her shirtless chest, a lace trimmed white bra the only thing between my eyes and her skin.
“Bryce, you sure you want to right?” she hums softly, pulling my gaze up to hers. I must look as nervous as I feel.
“I, of course, Juli. You just.. you make me nervous you know,” I rush the last part in as hushed a tone as I can. There’s no need to be whispering, with my parents and grandpa being gone for the night and Lynetta out with Juli’s brothers at one of their garage shows, then again Lynetta should’ve been out of the house 2 years ago. She’s 20 now. But I feel if I talk too loud I’ll shatter the moment we have. I’ll poke a hole in our little world we’re in.
She grins sweetly, and I bite my lip as a nervous grin spreads across my face as well. “Well you’re real cute when you’re nervous, Bryce,” she says slow and leans back to kiss me again.
My mouth melts into her kiss, it’s something I'm familiar with now. She leads me nice and gentle, like if she brushes my lips the wrong way I’ll coil back into myself like a startled street cat. And maybe I would, I’m not sure.
Her hand caresses my jaw and I lean into it, feeling the comfortable warmth in her palm. She must feel how hot my face is and the way I try and move my leg to cover my pants, and she pulls back to look at me before her eyes move down. My breath hitches.
What if Juli, my Juli, doesn’t like what I have to give her? What if she finds me unimpressive and is disappointed? I’ve never seen myself as small, perhaps not big either but-
“Brycie, move your leg,” she asks me, and I listen. A small noise of maybe defeat slipping my mouth as the tent in my jeans is put on display. My nerves have me playing with my fingers as I look at her with my head bowed.
Pressure is applied, and a desperate groan slips me embarrassingly. “Can I see?” she looks at me, hazel eyes pour into mine and I feel myself nod.
It’s tensely quiet as she unzips my pants, my fidgeting worsening until she pulls my pants all down my legs and I'm left in my briefs. I hold my breath when she reaches into them, exhaling in a whimper as she grabs onto my dick and slips it out of my underwear.
My cheeks blaze and I go to cover my face as I watch her stare at my crotch. I can feel her hand and the way I leak onto it, fighting the urge to buck up into her smooth grip is taunting. “Wow, Brycie” I can hear her smile, “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, you look so good like this.”
I peak between my fingers at her, she is in fact smiling. She brings her other hand to mine, pulling my mask of hands from my face. She brings my right one behind her back and to what I only assume is the clasp of her bra. My fingers fight the ridiculously small hook until I feel it come undone, my eyes dropping to her chest as the fabric slides down her shoulders and uncovers her breasts.
A moan slips my mouth and I feel the pulse in my dick as I take in the sight of her beautiful chest. Of course my Juli has perfect boobs, that’s another perfect thing to add to my list in my journal. Right below her laugh, and smile, and eyes, and hair, and the faint freckles on her nose in the sun, and…
“Juli,” I groan as she makes a small pumping motion with her hand. I feel myself leak more into her palm, and my hips stutter.
“Touch,” she hums, bringing my hand that’s not gripped into my sheets to her chest. They’re soft and smooth. I rub my thumb to her nipple and when her breath catches, I take it as a good thing and do it again. Her nipples are hard compared to the rest of the smooth skin of her boobs, and I wet my lips as I continue to feel at her chest hesitantly.
Her fist glides up and down my shaft, finger nudging the slit on the head once in a while, and I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my lifetime. It’s overwhelming almost, but I pant and force myself to hold back because I don’t want this to end.
“Do you have condoms?” the question hits me and I look up at her face, and I must look blissed as she chuckles softly.
“Yeah, yeah.. uhm in my top drawer,” I mumble and she takes her hand from me. I miss it more than I should. She gets up off my bed when my hand leaves her breast, and she opens the drawer before pulling a small black object from a box stuffed in the back behind my belongings.
She climbs back onto my mattress, ripping open the plastic before pulling a circular rubber from the wrapping. Crawling up my bed, she begins to roll the condom down my length and I can’t help the sound I stutter out as it’s rolled fully down. Her hands come back up to unbutton my red shirt, and I watch her with huge eyes as the fabric comes off my torso in a swift motion. She also pulls my briefs fully off right after.
I stare at her skirt, and then I watch as her hands also come to that and pull it down her long and slender legs. “Brycie sit up,” she can barely get the words fully out before I sit up by her command. She sits back and opens her legs up and my eyes can’t help but soak in the beauty of the picture I’m seeing. My Juli with her eyes on me, in only her panties, her legs spread wide for my viewing. I gulp.
Then, her delicate fingers hook the fabric covering her from me, and she pulls her underwear to the side to fully show herself to me. I admire her, her chest, her thighs, her face, her pussy that’s shining wet. All for me. I bite my lip again.
“Brycie, do you know what to do?” she asks me with a bit of nervousness in her voice as well, though definitely not as much as mine when I answer her.
“I.. no,” I whisper.
“Here, I’ll show you,” her fingers curl around my wrist and she brings my hand to her cunt. I can feel her warmth without even touching her, and it brings even more red to my cheeks and the tips of my ears. “Point your middle and ring fingers out.”
I do as so and make a hand similar to that of a reversed Spider-Man. She brings me impossibly closer. “Put them in,” she tells me, and I trust her and do as so.
Holy fuck.
She feels hot and wet around my fingers, and her hand detaches from my arm. With a moment of hesitation, I pull my fingers almost out fully before easing them back in as far as I can go. I assume I’m doing well when her head falls back with a heavy sigh. I keep the motion going, consistently. It gets easier as I repeat until I hear her pretty voice once more.
“Another one,” she moans, and I fumble to push my index finger in along with the other two.
A loud and sharp moan makes me pause before she rocks back on my hand and I continue my motion. This stretch is more intense, the way it pushes back and pulls in my 3rd finger like her pussy doesn’t know if it wants it or not. I can’t help my slacked jaw as I stare down at her opening and sealing down onto my fingers.
And the sounds her cunt makes around my fingers is intoxicating. It sounds so dirty, it’s a sound I’ve never heard before, and it makes me pulse in my rubber cage. Somehow, I’ve forgotten all about my dick from how lost I was in Juli’s pussy.
“Juli,” I moan, and she looks up at me. She must know what I mean by the shy look on my face and the way my cock is pressing straight up to my stomach, and she hums.
“I’m ready, Bryce,” she smiles and I can’t help my smile back. My fingers slip out of her heat, a string of her slick clinging to my fingers from inside her and a mess of clear coating down to my knuckles. As by instinct, my fingers come to my lips and I suck them clean. Of course my Juli tastes good. I notice the way she groans as my mouth closes over the digits.
I line myself up with her, and carefully, I finally slide in and I can’t help the cry that comes from my lips. I put my forehead down onto hers, and I stare into her heavy eyes as she stares up at me.
“You feel so good,” she pants, and I nod as to tell her she feels good too. I push my face into the crook of her neck and begin to push and pull in and out of my Juli, pathetic whimpers and moans coming from me that I never knew I could make before now.
She sounds beautiful though.
Her breathy intakes and groans, heavy breaths and whines, they sound amazing and it makes me feel weaker than I already am. I blush deep at the realization I’m certainly going to finish before she does.
Her thin fingers brush into my hair that’s a little longer than it was when we first got together, but just as golden blonde. She pulls as gentle as could be at the strands, and I feel a stutter in my hips and an “Oh Juli” slip in the the air.
“Fuck Brycie.. you feel so good inside me. So big oh my goodness,” she moans out, and her praise makes me feel a hard rush of pressure and more of an urge to come when I can’t.
“Oh Juli.. don’t say those things you’ll make me come,” I whine into her neck as I nip and kiss at the skin, her hand continuing to soothe my scalp as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. If the noise she made around my fingers was dirty, the sound of my dick in her and the addition of skin on skin is filthy.
“Then come for me Brycie, come on,” she gasps softly. I watch her hand fly down to the top of her cunt, her fingers beginning to slide into a circular motion on herself, and she tightens around me.
My thrusts become sloppy and fast, and I stop my attempts at quiet as I chase my orgasm. Juli just continues on, “Come on Brycie, fuck so good, that’s it, come, you’ve got it, so fucking good.”
I’ve never heard her speak this way, and I whine like a hurt puppy into her skin at the pleasure they fill me with. The kind and dirty words together make me weak, and I finally finish with a shout.
I collapse down onto my Juli, shaking a bit at the intensity of it all, and she pulls my chin so I look at her. My eyes are embarrassingly brimmed in tears, but she just chuckles softly and wipes them clean with her thumb. “Good job, you did so good,” she breathes out heavily and smiles her beautiful smile. I feel a shy grin on my lips too and I know that after all of this my cheeks are still a blazing red.
She rolls over to flip me down onto the mattress, raising herself slowly off my overly sensitive dick, and I stutter one last little moan as I slip out of her. She leans to kiss my lips again, an action I’m still oh so familiar with, and brushes my hair out of my deep brown eyes.
“Are you, are you sure it was good?” I play with my hands under her gaze. Even all these years later, it still makes me shrink and get all nervous. I still feel like a little 13 year old boy with a big crush sometimes.
“So good, never came that hard in my life,” she laughs, and continues carding her hands through my hair. She does this to relax me when I’m antsy, and I just let her brush through my golden hair in silence for a few minutes.
When I’m not shaking with adrenaline anymore and my blinking gets slow and long, I feel Juli’s hands pull the condom from me. I grimace at the overly sensitive feeling for a moment before she ties off the end of the rubber and throws it away with a small huff of a laugh.
“What’re you laughin’ at?” I drowsily ask.
“You came so hard,” she chuckled and helped my head up onto my pillows. I blush and without response nestle my face into her neck. Then the lamp is clicked off and the covers wash over me and Juli, and all I can think of is how lovely my Juli is.