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The thing is, Danny never expected this to happen. He’s thought about it, imagined it, fantasized about it but he never truly thought this was going to happen.
It started innocently enough. Julie asked him if she could use his truck to move into her new place, which led to him offering to help her move altogether. Any time she tried to do any sort of heavy lifting, he hurried to do it instead so she could worry about unpacking and arranging furniture.
When the day was done, she ordered a pizza and he stepped out to grab some beers from the liquor store. Slices in hand, they clinked their beers together and took large gulps.
“Thanks again for helping me,” she said, smiling at him.
“Oh, ‘s no problem,” he said, waving her off and finishing his slice of pizza.
They made idle chit-chat, sitting on Julie’s thrifted couch together and taking pulls from their drinks. He doesn’t even remember what he said that made her laugh so hard, but it had her leaning into him and trying to catch her breath, which turned into a hug, Julie humming as she gave him a little squeeze.
“Seriously,” she said softly. “Thanks.”
She looked up at him from her spot against his shoulder, and it was quick: her eyes flicked down to look at his lips for a second, and as he opened his mouth to say something, she went for it. She kissed him and he didn’t try to pull away, immediately setting his beer down and kissing her back.
Julie’s kisses were soft, but there was almost an edge of desperation to them as she dropped her empty beer bottle to the carpet and threw her arms around his neck. He should’ve stopped her, should’ve pushed her away because seriously, how douchey is it to do this with his ex-girlfriend’s friend? He was about to. Really, he was, but Julie climbed on top of him and Danny stopped caring.
He grabbed at her waist, her thighs, her ass, all the places on her body that he’d been wanting to grab for a while, and he realized that he really had wanted this for a long time. She sighed into his mouth before she finally broke their kiss, sitting up to pull her shirt off.
He didn’t stop to gawk, just hurried to sit up and pull his own t-shirt off. He was nervous, fingers twitching, and he was glad that he was hairy enough on his chest to obscure the two horizontal scars under his nipples. She went right back to kissing him, sitting more securely in his lap and sliding her hands up his chest. It made him jump and pull away instinctively.
“Danny?” she said, brows furrowed and a little breathless. “Are you okay?”
He realized then that he was breathing hard, and he had grabbed his shirt to cover himself. He dropped it to his lap.
“Julie, I’m–” he started, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Look, sweetie, I’m sorry, I can’t do this–”
“Wh– Danny, wait a sec–” she said, getting to her feet when he stood up.
“I should go–”
“Danny!”
He nearly jumped out of his skin when she snapped at him, but as he turned to look at her, she didn’t look angry. Her brows were furrowed again and her lips were turned down at the corners, and Danny swallowed at how puffy they looked.
“Jules, mm’not…” he trailed off, shaking his head again. “I don’t got the… the right equipment.”
That had her eyebrow creeping up. “Equipment?”
“A dick,” he finally said. “I don’t got one o’ those, so, I think it’s best I just nip this in the bud an’ head out.”
As he lifted his arms to put his shirt back on, hands stopped him, gripping his forearms and forcing them back down.
“You think I’d care about that?” Julie asked, and his breath hitched at her sincerity. She laughed. “Danny, I’ve wanted you for waaay too long to get scared off by something like that.”
“Wait,” he said, his own eyebrow going up. “How long?”
Julie bit her lip and let go of his arms, instead easing the t-shirt out of his grasp and dropping it to the floor before wrapping her arms back around his neck. She leaned in to kiss him again.
“Long enough to know I wanna suck your dick,” she murmured against his lips, and his jaw dropped. “Can I?”
He should put a stop to this and sit down with Julie to emphasize how wrong this was, but nothing came out of his mouth as Julie hooked two fingers into his belt and pulled him along to her bedroom.
Kissing Julie felt right. He came to that conclusion pretty quickly. Her bed was just a mattress on the floor for the time being, both of them too exhausted to put the bed frame together, but she nipped his bottom lip and moved away to nudge him back. He flopped down onto the mattress with a comical bounce, and Julie snorted before climbing on top of him for another kiss.
He’s had sex with girls before, mostly when he thought he was a lesbian, but Maria was the first girl he was with as a man. She didn’t mind that he wasn’t the ‘typical’ type of man and they were happy together for a long time, but Maria went off to college, he stayed behind in Uvalde, they grew apart. Tale as old as time.
So, why the hell is he so nervous about sex with Julie? There’s a few factors: for one, she’s Maria’s friend. Two, she’s his friend. Three, she’s out of his league by miles. Maria was too, come to think of it.
His thighs shook as Julie unbuckled his belt and slid it out of the loops of his jeans, setting it aside on the floor and moving to kiss his cheek.
“Hey,” she said softly. “If you want me to stop, all you gotta do is tell me.”
He nodded wordlessly, squeezing his eyes shut, but she reached up to pet his hair. It had him opening his eyes to look up at her.
Her hair was coming out of the braid, tickling his face and making him scrunch his nose. She grinned at him.
He swallowed, then nodded again. “Yeah. If I want you t’ stop, I’ll tell ya.”
It earned him a kiss on the nose and he scrunched it again, laughing quietly as she went to kiss along his jaw. He felt a little bad because he had wanted to shave, but he hadn’t gotten new razors yet.
“I should’ve at least trimmed the beard,” he lamented, and Julie huffed.
“Abso-lutely not,” she said, gripping his chin and squishing his cheeks together. “I like it like this, keep it forever.”
The grip she had on his face made a distinct heat pool in his stomach as he stared up at her, and it was like she sensed it: she chewed her lip and shifted, pressing her thigh between his legs. He squirmed a bit and he got another kiss before she moved away again to slide down his body. He squeezed his eyes shut again when soft lips brushed over his chest, hissing when her tongue flicked over a nipple.
“Jesus, Jules,” he breathed, and he made another sound when she dragged her tongue along one of his scars. His eyes popped open and he lifted his head to look at her, and she just smiled up at him.
“It’s true, y’know,” she said.
“What is?”
“Chicks dig scars,” she replied with an exaggerated wink. It made him laugh, and his head relaxed back against the pillow as she kept going.
The fly of his jeans popped open and the zipper was undone, and he swallowed hard as Julie tugged them down with his underwear. She didn’t say anything, just hummed, her hands sliding up his thighs.
“Wow,” she said softly. He groaned, mortified.
“Look, Julie, I don’t–”
“You’re big.”
That… was not what he was expecting. He moved to sit up, but a wet tongue darted out to lick along the underside of his dick and he gasped, surprised, before dropping right back down to the mattress.
She was saying it for his benefit, he was pretty sure. Testosterone gave him some growth, about an inch or so, but he wasn’t big. It was, however, undeniably hard and twitching under Julie’s tongue, and when she wrapped her lips around it he moaned.
If he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend a bit: a big, hard dick, throbbing inside of Julie’s mouth and about to shoot ropes down her throat–
The thought was so crude that he clenched his jaw and reached down to hold the back of her head, and he was breathless as she bobbed her head. She knew what she was doing. She was playing right into his fantasy, but she also seemed to actually…
Enjoy it.
She sucked as she pulled off, tongue lapping at it before it dipped down to his folds. He choked as she licked them up, too.
“Jules,” he managed to choke out, and she responded with her own little moan. He opened his eyes again and lifted his head to look down at her, and his thighs clenched at the sight of her.
She was lost in him down there, mouth working at his cunt and dick, eyes closed as she sucked him off with such a fervent need that his head was spinning.
The word ‘desperate’ came back to mind, and with a shaking hand, he pulled her hair loose and tugged on it. She mewled against him.
“Yer… Yer really into this,” he said, chest heaving. He wasn’t trying to dirty-talk, he was genuinely shocked that she was getting off on this. Danny was always a giver, preferring to dish out the pleasure as opposed to receiving it, but only one other girl did this to him and that was back when he was still strutting around as a card-carrying lesbian.
She hummed around him and it made him moan again, running his fingers through her hair to hold the back of her neck instead. When she pulled off again, she rested her cheek against his thigh and slid her hands up his sides, squeezing gently. It made him twitch.
“Danny?” She always said his name so sweetly.
“Y– Yeah?”
“Can you fuck me?”
He sat up so fast he got dizzy, holding his head.
“Gah, ow,” he grumbled, and Julie laughed against the skin of his thigh as she kissed it. “Really?”
“Think I might die if you don’t,” she replied, looking up at him with those big blue eyes.
She couldn’t possibly want him that bad. Again, she had to have been doing this for his benefit. Even Maria wasn’t like this with him, and their sex life was pretty active.
He swallowed hard and moved some hair out of Julie’s face, and she hummed her appreciation as she moved to bring herself up to kiss him again. Her breath was warm and he burned red hot at the taste of himself on her lips, in her mouth as he licked behind her teeth.
It took some maneuvering, positioning Julie on her back as he settled between her thighs while keeping their lips connected, but he pulled back and sighed.
“I– I don’t… I don’t got my harness or none o’ that,” he said, face heated with embarrassment. Julie, however, just hummed and slid her hands up his chest, nails scratching at the hair covering it.
“I’ve got a dildo in that dresser,” she said simply. “Maybe you can… stick it out through your fly?”
Might be awkward, but when you’ve got a hot girl under you, hot and ready, you do whatever the hell you can to prove that you can fuck like a Greek god. Could Danny fuck like that, though? He did well for himself, and he considered himself a collector of sorts: some people collected pennies or buttons, Danny collected orgasms. Simple.
He got to his feet quickly, much to Julie’s amusement, and fixed his jeans as he stumbled over to the dresser. Bras, socks, jeans, panties– bingo. He lifted the dildo out from the drawer and closed it, holding it up over his head like Excalibur.
“Thank god,” she breathed a sigh of relief, laughing again as he rejoined her on the mattress.
Some careful finagling, quick undressing and more kissing, Danny had the dildo poking out through the fly of his jeans, buttoning them to create a makeshift harness. It would have to do. They didn’t break apart as he scooted closer, tucking his thighs under hers and reaching down to grip the base of the dildo. It was weird, but again, if he closed his eyes he could totally pretend that this was his dick and not some silicone imitation of the real thing. Julie whimpered against his mouth as he rubbed the tip of it against her cunt.
He couldn’t believe this was happening, and what made it so utterly awe-inspiring was the fact that Julie’s body was fucking incredible: soft, pillowy tits and a trim waist that flared out to wide hips and creamy thighs. Julie Crawford was a whole lot of woman, and Danny could handle it. He knew he could.
He held his breath as she gasped, her head falling back. He had pressed the very tip of the dildo inside and his head dropped to watch what he was doing, but Julie’s hands flew up to make him look at her.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, brows furrowed and face flushed a bright pink. Those stormy blue eyes were shining, glittering like water, so he kissed her again as he kept pressing inside.
His fingers were still wrapped around the base to keep the dildo in place, but Julie grabbed his wrist and tugged it, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him the rest of the way in. Her moan was guttural, ripped right out of her and Danny’s jaw dropped.
“Oh my god,” she keened, chest heaving. It made her tits shake and Danny’s mouth watered. “Fuck… Fuck, Danny, you’re so–”
“Big?” he finished, biting his lip as she giggled and nodded.
“Mmhmm,” Julie hummed, but her legs didn’t leave his waist. He swallowed as she squeezed them around him. “So big, Danny.”
Her arms came up and went around his neck as she kissed him again, moving to nip his earlobe.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” she whispered.
Danny’s breath caught in his throat, but in a show of strength he reached under her and hefted her into his lap, sitting them up and rolling his hips. She choked and draped her arms over his shoulders, legs still wrapped firmly around him as he used the bounce of the mattress to his advantage and fucked up into her.
His hands slid down from her shoulders, fingers brushing through her soft hair and feeling the sweat gather at the small of her back before he grabbed her ass, using the grip to move her, make her meet his thrusts, make her cry out towards the ceiling which she did.
“Oh, fuck!”
His eyes never left her face as he fucked her, grunting from the exertion, and she writhed in his lap when he ducked his head to take one of her tits into his mouth.
“Shit,” she gasped, “shit, you’re gonna make my neighbors… make my neighbors– mm! – hate me–”
“Good,” he rasped, and he was impressed that the dildo was holding as steady as it was. “Let ‘em know.”
Her head fell back again and she groaned before pulling Danny into a tight embrace. His own arms flew up to hold her, and when they did, she mewled as she rolled her hips, their hearts thudding against their chests like they were trying to break out and grab onto each other in the same exact way.
“Dannyyy,” she whined, and Danny moaned. “Danny, fuck, it’s coming, I’m cummingggnha– yes, yes, yes–!”
And what a vision she was, her whole body tightening up and her voice breaking on a loud moan. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, just fucked her through it, hips giving aborted thrusts as his vision nearly whited out with his own orgasm.
With the heat of the moment having passed, Danny realized the base of the dildo was grinding uncomfortably into his mound and hissed, moving to lay Julie back down on the mattress before pulling out and inspecting the damage. His jeans were soaked, the dildo slick with Julie’s release and Danny felt himself throb at the sight, especially with Julie so fucked out and satisfied under him.
“Wow,” she breathed out, humming and resting a hand on her soft stomach as the other one covered her eyes. “Just… Wow, Danny.”
He only hummed, wiggling out of his jeans and dropping them to the floor along with the dildo. Julie grumbled something about ‘cleaning that up’, but he stretched out next to her, one of his own hands joining hers on top of her stomach.
“You okay?” he asked. His throat felt raw.
She nodded and moved her hand away from her eyes to look over at him, rolling over to face him better.
“Are you gonna leave?” she asked. It was so soft and her eyes were open and glittering again, brows pinched together. “It’s… It’s okay. If you do.”
Danny didn’t really know what to think of it, so he scooted closer and put his arm around her.
“I’m serious,” she continued. “I… I get it, the whole Maria thing. This wasn’t cool–”
“Jules,” he said quietly. She stopped. “Mm’not goin’ anywhere. Couldn’t kick me outta this bed if you tried.”
Julie seemed to visibly relax at the affirmation, her hands resting against his chest as he kissed her forehead, her cheek, then her lips.
“I think I like you,” she whispered, making him smile. “Like… way more than I should.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning,” she sighed, “I’m breaking girl-code by having a crush on my friend’s… hot, sweet ex-boyfriend.”
“You think I’m hot?” he asked, smile growing into a grin as she groaned and pushed his face away. “Oh my god, Julie, that’s so embarrassing. You think I’m hot.”
“Shut up,” she whined, but Danny just squeezed her.
“I think we gotta call the news station,” he kept going, and she huffed as she rolled over to face away from him. “Tell ‘em all about yer crush on Danny Gaines. Tell ‘em that Julie Crawford herself thinks Danny Gaines is a hunky, spunky mechanic–”
He squawked when a pillow met his face, and he laughed and laughed as Julie kept hitting him with it, raising his arms to shield himself from her offensive.
“Okay, okay, uncle! Uncle!” he wheezed, and Julie stopped the attack to drop the pillow. He was still laughing as she pouted down at him. “Oh, Julie, sweetie, c’mon–”
“My feelings for you aren’t embarrassing,” she mumbled. Danny’s eyebrows went up. “To be honest, I think I’d be... proud. To be with you. To be yours."
There’s that earnest transparency again. Julie was a lover, had been since he met her all those years ago, and when she loved you she loved you with every last cell in her body. She felt her emotions in a big way, bigger than the rest of them, and this time wasn’t any different.
“... Really?” he said. She nodded, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as he reached up to cup her cheek. She leaned into it, kissing his palm. “Jules… I–”
“Don’t have to say anything to it,” she cut in, laughing quietly. “You’re not ready for anything. I get it, just… Let me down easy.”
Danny frowned and sat up, and Julie blinked those pretty eyes at him as he leaned in to kiss her properly. When he pulled away, her eyes opened, lidded with blown pupils. He wouldn’t be surprised if hearts started floating over her head and popping into little red fireworks. It was nice to be looked at like that.
“Julie, honey,” he said, pausing to kiss her again. She purred. “I like you, too.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a split second it looked as if she was about to burst into tears before he was being tackled into the bed, Julie’s arms squeezing tight around him and her face buried in his neck.
Her weight on top of him felt good. Right, even. He slid his hands along her spine and hugged her close, kissing every inch of skin he could as she cried against him.
Danny never thought this would happen, but it did. It left him stripped of his defenses, wonderfully exposed to the elements of Julie Crawford’s perfect storm. He’d put on rainboots and a poncho if it meant being able to hold her to his chest and kiss her over and over again, to seal their bodies to one another forever so their hearts could burst out of their chests to embrace and say,
Finally.