Sneak Peek: Julia's Story

From chapter 5-2: Julia's Story. A sneak peek at Julia and David's first meeting. Another editing pass or two, and the full scene will be ready for publication.

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            Tom left soon after. Another drink, and then David went home with her. He followed her back to the large house she shared with the other girls, and the musty little room that was hers alone. The journey home was punctuated by surreptitious touches to her thigh, her bum and breast, a stroke of the neck. Once, as they waited for a light to change, he suddenly shoved her hard up against a wall and kissed her, tongue pressing insistently into her mouth, hands at her waist pinning her in place. And she loved it, the suddenness and breathlessness of the act, how easily he dominated her, the wickedness of her own thoughts as she anticipated what was to come.

            In the privacy of her crowded little room, he slowly undressed her. His touch was confident but gentle, as he unbuttoned her blouse, reached behind and tugged down the zipper of her dress. She twirled easily in his grip and suddenly found herself naked but for her bra, panties and hose under the hands of this man.

            He led her over to the bed and sat her down. She felt hot as he sat behind her and felt his masculine presence. His fingers at her shoulder were electric. Tenderly, he swept her long hair back over one shoulder. He kissed her bare shoulder. Then, David brushed out her hair with exquisite care and tenderness. With each stroke of the brush, she felt something growing inside of her, the heat she’d carried with her all night kindled into something brighter and more fierce, stronger than she’d ever felt. No surprise then that when he finished, and gently but insistently turned her around, she didn’t resist, and when he places his hands on her shoulders and guided her to her knees, she went eagerly, licking her lips in anticipation.

            For only the second time in her life she took a man into her mouth, and unlike that horrible time in the theatre, candies crunching under her knee, cramped between the seats, embarrassed and uncomfortable, feeling as though she was enacting something shameful but expected, she found going down on David—enjoyable, erotic, even, as he stroked her hair and whispered gentle obscenities to her. In picturing herself—kneeling, gently guided by his strong hands, head bobbing up and down along his cock—she turned herself on. This, despite being painfully aware of her lack of experience. If he noticed, he did not seem to care. Instead, he patiently directed her towards his pleasure and her own.

            Then, he gently pulled her off his duck before he came. “Easy,” he hissed. “Not yet,” and she looked up at him in surprise to find him staring down at her with intently dark eyes, enigmatic but also somehow angry, and for a moment she wondered whether she’d done something wrong. His engorged cock bobbed and stood ready as he stripped out of his clothes. She had only a short moment to admire his physique—Julia had never seen a man, naked in such peak physical condition—and in the dim light, a glimpse of scars across his side, back and thigh—before he pulled her to her feet.

            With a single, swift yank he pulled her pantyhose down around her ankle. They ripped, but before she could voice a protest, she found herself shoved back on her bed. Suddenly he was between her legs. His tongue darted out and lapped at her labia—his breath hot on her mound—and his hands were at her waist, holding her fast. She hissed with surprise. He resumed licking, up and down her labia, and she was wet—God, she was so wet—she’d never had anyone go down on her before—didn’t think she was ready for it—but then his tongue drew little circles around her clitoris and then she wasn’t thinking at all….

            And when he effortlessly picked her up and bent her over the side of her bed, she would’ve laughed had she the breath for it.

            Lying there, she heard the rustle of a condom packet torn open. She felt the slickness of her own cunt and the tightness in her nipples and she bit her lip in eager expectation and more than a little fear. He entered her swiftly, smoothly from behind and then fucked her. He fucked her with animalistic brutality, wordlessly, fiercely, quick savage thrusts that went deep, as he curled his fingers into her long hair and pulled tight; the loud, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh; her squeaks and disbelieving yips growing louder as he relentless pounded her.

            Julia felt a frenzied pleasure she’d never known grow until it threatened to overwhelm her, and when the dam broke, it dislodged something from deep within her, like a stone, cold, hard and sharp, torn from bedrock. Incoherent images of her mother flashed across her mind, as well as her dad, accompanied by profound grief.  She came, again and again, her ecstatic wails reverberating across the tiny, rented room.

            Then, Julia cried. Cradled in his arms, head pressed up against his firm chest, fingernails curling into the tight muscles of his stomach, she couldn’t find words to explain why she cried, or what he’d done to her. In part, it was because it was her first time: not with a man, obviously, but David Saunders was the first to make her cum. Within the warm afterglow of release, she felt once again that she could be loved, because how could someone make her feel so good without there being genuine intimacy, and unspoken promise of something more?

            Meanwhile, he simply held her in silence, seeming unsurprised by her tears, as though what she felt was utterly normal and expected. David held Julia and smoothed down her hair, and she happily cried some more and—