Julia’s Booty: Part 4

The perfect partner.

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Julia stood in front of me and looked around like she didn’t quite know what to do. It was like the Julia I knew from months ago, and it was very cute.

“Hey,” I said. I hopped on the bed. “Come here, silly.”

She skipped over to me and the mattress popped up when she jumped on. She was now on her back, fully extended on the bed. I sat beside her as we kissed, and I reached over and pulled her legs apart. She started breathing faster, her eyes wider. The aromas of her arousal were strong and so sexy. My cock was rock-hard. I got up and moved my body in between those spread legs, into a space super warm and pungent. I told her I was excited.

We both looked down at the sight of her legs spread apart, her gorgeous cunt, and my thick erection right there, precum on my tip, pointing towards that inviting cunt.

“Go slow,” she said. “Oh my god, go slow. This is happening. This is happening.”

Her skin was beautiful light brown, mine pale white. I lined the tip of my cock up to her opening, breathing so damn hard. Beyond the precipice. I looked at her, she gave me a nod, and I looked back down and slowly pushed forward, watching my cock head sink in and disappear.

Her breaths were stuttered. “Oh.”

“Oh my god,” I said.

I held her hands and she squeezed back a bit when I pushed forward some more. My shaft slid in. It was incredibly warm. It wasn’t tight, but it felt impossibly good.

Julia was doing little rapid breaths as she took it. And she started waving her hands to her face, tearing up, breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling. She reminded me in that moment of an ex, who was hyper-sensitive and would get overwhelmed with emotions during sex.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Does it hurt?”

“No. No, just a little,” she said. “It’s just…” She fanned her face and exhaled, tears rolling down her face now. I hadn’t moved in any further nor out. I held her hand.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Yes. Oh. Everything feels so strong.”

I told her I understood.

“Oh. It’s okay. Keep going.”

Carefully, I sunk in as deep as I could. It felt perfect and comforting. I groaned oh in total pleasure. My pubic mound was pressed fully against her pelvis, as I massaged her hips. And as I slowly pulled back, rippled rings of pleasure massaged my dick purely. My gasps were choppy and I was fighting to not cum. I was too excited. It was a prickling feeling. I pulled out completely, lined up the tip, and pushed in again slowly. I paid attention to Julia’s facial expressions as I entered her.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my gawd!”

The tone in her voice was so different. Her general dead-pan demeanor suddenly turned perky. And I knew that it was because of me. And the fact that I knew that, in that moment, made the feeling of her cunt just too much. I couldn’t take it. I pulled out of her a little quick, which made her gasp and wince a bit. My cock twitched and tingled and I shot two super hot lines of cum all the way from her pubes to her neck. Ooh Julia giggled cutely.

“Did I do that?” she asked, coyly.

I truly felt like a teenager again. But I laughed and she shared in that with me, which made me feel really happy. “I’m still good. I’m still good,” I said. And I was. I was still completely engorged and rock-hard, like my cumming did nothing to stop my erection. In a funny sort of way it made me proud, both because I was still hard after cumming, and because she was supportive.

"That's so hot that you can keep going," she said.

I tapped my hard dick on her pubes and shook off a couple drops of cum, then lined it back up and entered her fully.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Yes, my king.”

"Fuck Julia. Fuck." I pulled out again and tapped my head onto her clit, a little more cum dribbling down.

“It’s so messy,” she said.

I then entered her again.

“Yes, keep doing that. Slow,” she said.

We both moaned when I got in fully. Then we watched with curiosity as I pulled out, lined myself up, and slipped all the way back in. More moans. She liked watching it go in and out of her. We were looking at each other too, sometimes, when I’d slide in, watching what the sensation did to our faces, which turned both of us on even more. We were making beautiful music with our moans. It felt so good to be able to express ourselves in such a different way. Any shred of insecurity I previously felt must have been left to roast in the car. I finally went in a little harder and quicker and she went, "Oh."

“Is that okay?” I asked.

Julia held her lips tight and gave a hesitant nod. I started thrusting in her firmly, and every single time she made the same sound.

Oh Oh Oh Oh.

She grabbed onto the headboard and sloped back more comfortably, taking me. “Oh shit,” she said.

“So good,” I gasped out, as my hips were thrusting.

“Yeah dude, yes. We’re fucking now.”

Suddenly we were in a rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her smoothly, her cunt muscles milking me each time. I started grunting and getting more aggressive, but being careful while doing so. She winced now and then, still. We picked up the pace, however, and she started matching my ferocity. I was loving the sensation of pressing my pubic mound against her puffy cunt each time I got fully in her.

“I can take it,” she said. “I can take it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

“Ugh milk my cock.”

Julia swiveled her pelvis as I was inside and squeezed her muscles and I could feel her grip. I pushed all the way in, then pressed my pelvis further into her puffiness and went oh

“You’re filling me! This is so good,” she said. “You like it?”

I reached onto the headboard and starting thrusting into her harder, going uh with each thrust, my mouth agape while doing so. Her eyes were watering a bit, and she was rubbing her nipples and her hair as she took it. My cock was tingling the entire time. It was almost numb from so much pleasure. But what kept me going was that other sensation, that feeling when your pelvis is getting slammed and it sends ripples from the base of your genitals, upwards. It was driving me forward, propelling my thrusts.

“Oh Julia,” I said. “I’m getting close.”

“You got more???” she said.

“Wait,” I said. I pulled out of her. My cock was twitching up and down. I held my hands in place and exhaled, trying to hold back the sensation just a bit longer. And this time, I did it. My cock was covered in our fluids and it was still pretty hard, but not like before.

“Can we try one more position?” I asked.

“Of course!” she said. She exhaled. She sat up on the bed and we kissed.

“Maybe, like, I don’t need to say this, but you don’t need to impress me, dude,” she said.

She rubbed my shoulders and hit me with a challenge to my vulnerability I wasn’t expecting. My eyes watered a bit and I felt safe. I curled her messy hair over her ear. We hugged.

She leaned into my ear and whispered, “How do you want me?”

“Remember our game?”

Julia’s face lit up. “Oh shit, dude. Yeah. Let’s go!”

I sat on the edge of the bed. Julia got up and walked her bubbly ass around the room a bit, teasing me while I stroked my dick.

“Oh my god,” I said. “After all this time…”

“Umm,” she said. “You finally get to put it in this way.”

Julia approached me and I spread my legs. She got in between and turned around, her ass facing me. Julia looked over her shoulder, smiling. I reached out and grabbed a big handful of her ass with each hand, jiggling each cheek.

“God, this thing…,” I said.

“My boot-aye,” she said, giggling.

My cock was rising up. “Let me just take a quick little…” And I spread it open and stuffed my face in the middle.

“It tickles.”

It was sweaty and full of our creamy friction and a little dirty. And I loved all of it. I pulled back and a single strand of spit hung between my mouth and her ass crack. I wiped my mouth and looked up at Julia.

“Does the air-bnb have a shower?” she asked.

“Yeah. Can I just…?” And I spread her ass cheeks open and dove back in. I just had to. I was magnetized to it. Julia started sliding her ass up and down along my mouth.

“You know how to make a girl feel special, dude,” she said.

“I told you,” I said, “I want all of you.”

“All…"

I pulled my mouth away and she turned around, dropping to her knees between my legs.

“Let me get you ready, real quick,” she said. She grabbed my cock and brought it close to her face.

“It smells like me!” she said, giggling.

“Umm you wanna taste your cunt on my cock?” I asked. Julia took it in her mouth and my dick disappeared in an instant. She tapped her hand onto my thigh and I knew what to do.

Glug glug glug glug glug.


I pulled away and fell back on the bed, holding my cock. “You almost…”

“Sorry!” she said. “I guess I’m, like, really good at that!” Julia laughed very loud.

“You are, my queen,” I said.

Julia let out a slight aw and got up, getting between my legs, her ass now facing me. “Be careful,” she said. “I’m already sore.”

My attention went down to her ass, as she lowered it slowly towards my cock and the last cum that lay within. I pushed her lower back a little forward so her cunt became more accessible. Her cunt lips wrapped around the tip, then swallowed it whole, and her weight slammed into my pelvis and I was fully inside.

My reflexes forced out an oh as I felt the feeling, which was so warm and embracing and cozy. It felt like I was being engulfed, like my dick was wrapped in the most velvety blanket ever. Julia exhaled in front of me, and I hoped she was okay. But my mind quickly went to the sensations of being swallowed by Julia. It felt so intimate.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “That’s it, right there.”

Her ass lifted up and then plopped back down, swallowing me again. It was a different feeling from her throat, but I loved it just as much.

“Oh fuck Julia. Use me.” She started bouncing up and down. Her glistening asshole was winking at me as she bounced her cunt on my cock. I could the smell the sex. The air was pungent and I drowned in the abundance of pleasantries. An electricity within emerged as Julia yelped with each plop onto my cock. And my teeth clenched and my cock stiffened, and the inevitable. I grabbed Julia’s hips and took charge, pounding her cunt hard, her jiggly ass flesh rippling each time my pelvis hit into her. I caught a second wind and held the tingling sensation back, and felt a bit relieved that I could keep going and keep feeling her velvet beauty.

And then Julia said, “Fuck, I’m about to cum. Shit shit shit, keep going, don’t stop don’t stop.”

And that sent me into a stupor and the inevitable wasn’t knocking on my doorstep but rather pummeling it with a redwood log. Julia was making a lot of noise. She grabbed her own panties and muffled her sounds into her dirty underwear. I held on for dear life trying to maintain my hardness and not cum as Julia started slamming into my pelvis slowly, her asshole winking a lot, lifting her ass up again and slamming back down, all while yelping into her panties. She threw them to the side and turned over her shoulder.

“Cum with me,” she said.

As Julia melted velvet in my lap, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her waist, still inside, and we fell backwards onto the bed and I thrust wildly into her from behind. And I fucked fucked fucked fucked fucked and my cock was erupting. I pulled out and sprayed cum onto her belly, onto the bed, onto the floor, onto wherever it seemed to want to go. It was a total mess and we slumped backwards. We breathed and laughed and stared aimlessly at the ceiling, sinking slowly into the softness of the bed.

Julia took a limp arm and collapsed it onto my belly. “I’m so done, dude. So done.”

“Such a mess,” I said. “Whew.”

We crashed onto the bed for some time, completely drained. Julia smiled and turned to me. “That was, like, some really good cardio!” She laughed. “That’s my work out for the day.”

I put a lethargic finger up in the air. “Count it.”

“That hurt a bit! I hope I’ll be okay tomorrow. Did that hurt your dick?”

I laughed and told her it didn’t. Julia looked down at my softening dick and noticed a little cum dribbling out.

“You wanna try it?” she asked.

“Uh, not really,” I said, laughing.

Julia looked a little annoyed. “Dude you made me taste me a bunch! How ‘bout this. Try this with me, and I’ll do something special for you tomorrow.”

I looked at her. “Like what?”

Julia slapped my chest. “Take the offer, dude. Let’s share this. It’ll be hot!”

I had to remind myself of a lot of things at that moment, including the fact that sexual expectations are so much easier for us guys than they are for women. But I was also drained, and not really at that level of kinkiness. But there are exceptions to every rule and Julia was exceptional. I gave a reluctant nod. Julia licked some of the cum that had dribbled onto my belly, then took my limpness and sucked out the rest. I flinched because it was an uncomfy feeling after already cumming.

Julia cupped her mouth and we sat up on the bed together.

“Try this with me,” she murmured. “We made this happen together!”

Those words were actually kinda hot, I must admit. It definitely helped. I leaned into her face and we touched lips, and she parted her mouth. It was somewhat thick, somewhat salty, but also mostly neutral and not as bad as I expected. And in the moment I shed my inhibitions as I thought about what we just did, and thought about how willingly she gave herself to me. That made the act a lot easier, and we actually got a little wild making out with my cum between both of us, some of it dribbling down our mouths and onto the bed. Julia moaned a lot and seemed really into it, which in turn got me more into it. And we parted and both swallowed and it was okay. I felt good that I made her happy.

“Hell yeah dude! Did you like it?”

“Honestly that was alright. Your words helped. I thought about how we were sharing something we both put a lot of effort into.”

Julia was bouncing up and down a bit on the bed. “Yes, dude! That’s what I’m talking about. I thought about that before. It’s like, I worked for that. It’s mine, ya know?” She laughed and clapped her hands.

“Happy to do that for you, my queen.”

She kissed me and we made plans for dinner. The sun was setting when she opened the blinds, and the hills looked like golden pillows beneath the heights of Biko House.

Julia and I strolled across campus, occasionally holding hands. She made me feel special. Sometimes we would separate because she got excited to show me something ahead. We ran into a couple of her friends and at first I felt weird but one of them gave me a look that told me that he recognized I made her happy, and then I was okay. Julia was energized by the encounter. She was extra affectionate as we continued our stroll through the campus, and my car had not been broken into.

We walked through a couple blocks that housed some students and locals. Even though it was a residential neighborhood, there was a lot of foliage and trees intertwined within its geometry. One particular street was lined with trees on both sidewalks, forming a tunnel of green leaves that was beautiful and romantic and we kissed under a weeping willow. The city hummed with a fluorescent hue as we reached an intersection of shops and cars and gaggles of people. Julia took me to a Greek restaurant that she spoke fondly of.

By the time we ordered and settled into our outdoor seats, it dawned on me that I had taken her virginity. The fact that I had now become that checkpoint in her life hit me heavy and I began to question things. The fact that I hadn’t thought of that fact until that very moment made me question even more. Julia looked at me with young love. We were so exhausted that we spent most of the dinner saying very little and falling half asleep as we waited for our food. The waiter suspected that we were high and encouraged us to order the baklava towards the end of the meal. We laughed over our exhaustion throughout the evening and looked at each other with such endearment. The food was really tasty but I didn’t feel good inside. We sat across from each other at the table, but I asked Julia if I could sit perpendicular to her because it felt more intimate, and she loved the idea. I asked her how she was feeling.

“I’m so tired, dude. We’re gonna sleep well tonight.” She laughed lightly and looked sleepy, but she asked me how I was feeling.

“I’m okay,” I said, exhaling. “I’m feeling a little lost, to be honest.”

Julia looked like she was about to say something in reaction, but she held her silence, which lingered for what seemed like an eternity.

“I bet I know what’s going on,” she finally said.

There was a tornado of butterflies in my stomach before I asked, “What’s that?”

“You don’t know what we are, as like, a couple.”

I was shocked at her astuteness and before I spoke, she interrupted my body language to say, “You’re a lot easier to read than you think.” She giggled.

“Well,” I said, “what do you think is ”

“Like, I know what you wanna do tomorrow in Monterey…,” she whispered.

I laughed and sipped water that I really didn’t need. Julia reached for my hand. We interlocked fingers.

“We can’t be in an ‘official’ relationship right now. My parents aren’t going to accept my former tutor dating me. Not this soon after, at least.”

I didn’t feel any better. “And so ”

“I want you to be my boyfriend, dude. Don’t you want the same?”

“Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend, too.” Julia spit out her water and laughed so loud half the restaurant could hear us and the waiter was even more convinced of his suspicions.

“Actually, you get right down to it,” I said. “I feel weird about all that, especially with your parents.”

“I need time to work on that,” she said. “On them.”

“A major part of me does,” I said. “But I also don’t want to hold you back. You’re just starting college.”

“I can make my own decisions.”

“Yes, but ”

“What did we talk about with respecting my judgment?” she asked. “And then again when you saw I had Guillermo over?”

“I apologized for that. And you were right. I just feel weird.”

“That’s fine. You can feel weird. It is weird. But, dude, given that, what do you want?”

“I want you.”

“You have me. And we can have everything. But if you can’t commit to us it becomes harder every day. You say you ache. Well, what are you gonna do about it? What we just did meant a lot.”

The waiter arrived at our table and was preparing the check. The night sky was beautiful and it still felt warm outside. The moths circled the lamps that hung like Christmas ornaments on a nearby tree.

"A lot," she said, staring at me. I took a moment and the waiter was patient.

“Actually,” I said, “my girlfriend and I, her boyfriend, would like to order the baklava, after all.”

The waiter smiled. “Kinda odd way to clarify that, but you got it.”

“It’s symbolic,” said Julia, wiping a tear away. “You had to be there.”

On our walk back home I stopped at my car and gave Julia a coat to hang over her shoulders. We almost ran into a line of late-night runners who wore headlamps and reflectors all over. A couple girls were sitting on a curb trying to fix one of their broken heels. There was a shortcut to Biko house I was unfamiliar with, but Julia said we could take the long route anyway. I told her I had a good time.

“You know, we do have to be kinda secretive, still,” she said. “Anyone in my parents' bubble, basically.”

“We’re good at keeping secrets,” I said. She slapped me on the chest. I stopped her in front of a lamppost and looked into her eyes.

"I think I've been seeing you sometimes as an idea, like a representation of someone like you. And I've been wrong to do that. Because you are you. And you're here. And you, specifically, care for me, and you've shown that to me. So I need to see you, as you, all the time."

"Yes, you do. Yes."

"And I want to see you as you. I'm really sorry I've struggled with this."

"This is good, dude. Give me this communication and we'll be okay. This is important to me."

We kissed under the light. There was resonance and amplification. The lamppost hummed with an electricity that was there long ago, but the city was asleep, its fluorescent hue dormant.

Biko House was alive on a Friday night, the fervor of activity providing a soundtrack to our arrival. A dance party broke out on the 2nd floor, and we tossed back a couple vodka cranberries while we played. I noticed that many who knew Julia were surprised to see her let loose. Most were welcoming and I got the impression some of them saw me as a reason for her inhibitions. One student looked upset as we danced, and I could tell that he had a crush on her. During a lull I chatted him up. He stumbled through his words, trying to express to me his feelings for her. But I fully understood and was real with him and he seemed to be okay.

We were full and tired and a little tossed when we got back to 324. Julia tossed her keys and purse and coat onto Emily’s bed. We were too everything for anything else to happen that night. Julia and I cuddled under her blanket and I was the little spoon. I always ran warm and Julia was thrilled that was the case. I had never felt more fearless in my life and the moonlight shone through the blinds.

Waking up to the sight of your partner next to you refreshes your soul from a source whose depth has no bounds. I took a shower in the co-ed bathroom and was accosted by Mountain Dew Josh, who picked my brain over decision-making for getting a tattoo. He was actually very nice and added to my long-held perception that his generation brims with kindness. When I got back to Julia’s room she was still in bed and groaning while finding new ways to fold herself into the blankets. I got her up and went to get us coffee and pastries while she got ready.

Carrying a couple bear claws and iced almond mochas, I tapped my foot against the door of 324. Julia answered along with a waft of coconut sunscreen that smelled just as yummy as the pastries. She wore a white tank top that showed off her lean tennis arms and tight stomach, and a pair of jean shorts. Those jean shorts, holy shit, they were fashionably frayed and full blue and perfectly short, not to the point that her ass was hanging out, but instead, hugged at just the right places. Her glorious bubbly ass popped, filling the fabric fully, her ass crack just beginning to eat up those jeans, in a classy yet sexy way. I put down the snacks and felt my bulge start filling up my own pants.

“Oh my god, Julia.”

She turned towards me and her tits jiggled a bit. “You like it? I knew you would!”

I motioned a finger for her to turn around and show me from behind.

“Em calls these ‘the exorcist shorts’!”

I chuckled. “I get it, because of the head turning…”

“No!” she said. “She says it’s because when you see them you start vomiting pea soup everywhere!” Julia burst out laughing.

“That is SO dumb,” I said, losing it for a second. “That is fucking hilarious.”

“Very much her, too,” she said.

I wiped a couple tears. “I’d very much like to know Emily more. Maybe we can all hang together soon.”

Julia put down her coffee and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’d LOVE that, dude.”

I smiled.

“Also don’t fall in love with her. You too seem like you’d get along too well.”

“If you wear these exorcist shorts all the time, that’ll be impossible,” I said. Julia gave me an aw shucks leg twirl.

“Because I’ll be busy vomiting pea soup everywhere, I won’t have time to ”

She punched me in the arm and I rubbed it a bit. I sat in a chair and watched her finish putting on a little makeup. But mostly I was staring at the glory down below. It made me want to rub myself a little bit lower. When we left Biko and headed to the car, Julia ran back to get a few things she forgot, so I carried our bags and met her down in the parking lot.

Fully caffeinated, we left the academic zoo and cruised along highway 1 through the natural one. She wore sunglasses and sipped on coffee flavored water while we abandoned former lives and reawakened ourselves to ones we lived long ago. Her hair danced in the wind and she sucked on a cherry lollipop she got from the Greek restaurant. By the time we hit Moss Landing the scenery hit us with no form of subtlety. It was a dream, the rhythms of the ocean, the sizzling of beach foam, exposed crabs and seaweed, adrift just like ourselves from the worries of the world.

The crawl through Cannery Row was a tease of activity; we were excited to check it out. But our Airbnb took us a few blocks from the beach and into a curvature of houses splattered with the percolation of the ocean. The main house was painted a nautical blue grey and had a large porch and an absolutely massive backyard. There were well-placed cobblestones in the grass that led from our parking spot to our little cottage in that backyard, about 100 feet away from the main house. Our place had a 2ft high brown picket fence surrounding it, and a small vegetable garden at the entrance. Julia commented on its cuteness.

We dropped everything inside and explored. There was way more room than we needed and we were happy. The bathroom was big and the bathtub was the size of a Jacuzzi. King-sized mattress in the bedroom. The living room was naturally lit and had many places to sit. Our plan was to grab some beers at Alvarado Street Brewery, maybe Fieldwork, then head down to the aquarium. But my mind was elsewhere. As Julia checked out the conch shells on the mantle beneath the tv, my eyes were staring at her thick, delicious ass, hugging those exorcist shorts to perfection.

Julia noticed what I was noticing. She lowered her heavy eyelids and smirked.

“I knew it. I’ve been feeling that stare all day, dude!”

“Oh, Julia. Why did you wear those things?”

Julia put her hands on the mantle and did a pose, wiggling her ass a bit. She looked at me over her shoulder and playfully stuck out her tongue. “How much time 'till the brewery?”

“It’s open all day.”

“I mean, I can’t go around in public in just my underwear!” she said. “I have to put something on!”

I walked up to her from behind and squeezed her cheeks through the shorts. “You are so sexy. You drive me wild.” I started to groove my crotch into her. Julia reached behind her and grasped my neck, grooving her ass back into me.

“God we’re so good at this,” she said. Our dry humps quickly turned into aggressive pounding. Julia’s ass cheeks were slapping into my bulge so loud it sounded like we could have been fucking. If it wasn’t for our clothing we would have been. We were loud and both letting out uhs with each thrust. She turned around.

"I love how kinky we are," she said. She stuck out her tongue and we fluttered the tips of our tongues. "; when no one is watching…"

Realizations are sometimes a funny thing. If you watch too many movies or read too many stories, you sometimes get the impression that any sort of realization or climax is a moment-by-moment build-up. The door opens. The characters are frozen. The music crescendos. Their eyes widen, mouths drop. And they stand there, confronting the creature that stares them down. The creature approaches, and the characters stay frozen, until the realization finally hits them, and then they scream and run. Thing is, though, real-world realizations aren’t so cinematic. They often hit you in an instant, all the details together, and the realization itself happens in your head quickly and unannounced. If anything, the drama is those few seconds as you confirm the realization you already had.

So when Julia and I parted tongues, the realization was blatantly apparent to both of us and nothing needed to be said. We were giddy and rushed to the bedroom, leaving a trail of anything we could take off along the way. The bedroom was minimalist but spacious, lots of carpet space beyond the massive bed itself. There were two mirrored closet doors directly across from the bed, just like in Julia’s room back home. Julia’s panties were pink lace and when she peeled them off they clung to her cunt for just a moment.

“Turn on the lights,” I said. “I wanna see.” I opened the blinds and there were palmetto trees that swayed in the wind. I took off my shirt as I looked at the lushness outside, and when I turned, Julia threw her tank top in my face, giggling and leaping naked onto the bed.

The feeling was that of a soap bubble on the brink of popping in the air. In those precious seconds we were swelling with excitement both physically and emotionally, out of body, witnessing the choreography of our vessels as they took over. Julia, now in missionary, myself in between her legs and on top, my hands now on her inner thighs, spreading her flexible being, Julia now looking down at my cock head pointed towards her. The bubble burst when I slid inside and the static tension was interrupted with a mutual oh of satisfaction as we were finally back into each other. Finally.

She was warm and inviting. I didn’t want to leave. I got myself all the way in and fell softly onto her, locking lips. We kissed each other like we really, really meant it. I parted from her pillowy mouth and moved to the side, letting my legs take over, now sliding in fully and pulling nearly out, then picking up the pace. Harder now. Faster now. While at first I moaned, it evolved into grunts of aggression. I had stepped aside and the beast within took over, taking my woman. Julia moved her hands from my back to my ass cheeks, grabbing on, encouraging faster entry and I obliged.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, uh,, uh,, uh,, uh,.”

My eyes were rolling and I surely looked like a fool, and when Julia saw what her cunt did to me she smiled then gritted her teeth, taking me even harder and faster, trying to get me into an even more outward stupor. It felt so sloppy down below. I loved it. A tingle at the base of my cock started to intensify, so I gave one last thrust all the way in, slamming into her pelvis, before it ended too soon. I exhaled and fell to the side of Julia, still inside her.

“Wow,” I said. “You’re too much, my queen.”

She kissed my forehead. “I love how you express it. Is it that good?”

Julia faced me with her head on a pillow, my own head on the other pillow facing her. When she said her words, my forehead crinkled with sincerity, my head nodding in approval. I lifted her right leg just a bit so my cock could slide in a bit more easily from our sideways position. I slid in and moaned oh, biting my lower lip, pulling back out some, then sliding back in and doing it all again. I was looking down at myself entering her, then up to her face, attempting my best in my mindless stupor to show her how fucking good it actually was. She understood, which made everything that much more enjoyable. I pulled out and shook my cock against her clit. And just like other times, the realization that I was cumming hit me before I even processed it, and I shot a line of cum along her belly and said, “Whoops.”

“That’s how good,” I said, amidst my gathering breaths. “Too; too good.”

Julia was tapping my leg with glee. Her eyes were full of life and the palmettos swayed. “Aw, dude, I love how much you cum!” She swirled a finger along the cum on her belly, then looked up at me with daggers and asked, “Got any more?”

I asked her to get on top. While we kissed I tapped my cock against her ass, and stroked my tip against her cunt, awakening my rod for another round. A few minutes passed and I felt the energy from my base rise up and my cock was hard again. Julia used my chest to push off of me and started slowly riding. It was very good but I didn’t enjoy the position as much because my cock couldn’t slide in fully. I had fun with her tits, however, sucking on her nipples and stuffing my face in between while she slowly rode me up and down. Her scent was musky and sweaty in a cloud of coconut.

“Can you squat over it?” I asked her.

“For sure, dude. Whatchya wanna do?”

Julia put her feet flat on the bed and squatted onto my cock. On either side I grabbed the flesh where her hips met her ass cheeks, and I said, “Hold on.”

I thrust upward and slid into her fully and easily. “Oh yeah,” I said. “That’s it.” And I started thrusting fast into her.

“Ooh, you wanna fuck that cunt, huh?” she said. I reached up to her sides and grabbed on as I picked up the pace, fucking so quick that my junk was slapping loudly into her ass cheeks. “Ok, yeah, fuck, fuck that cunt.”

We both looked down and watched ourselves mash into our naughty parts. I leaned over and looked at the mirror, seeing my cock slap into her rippling ass cheeks as we fucked real good.

“You like to watch, huh?” she said. “Does it look good?”

“So good,” I whispered. The ocean waves crashed onto the beach in a line and receded before crashing again onto the beach in a line.

By the time we cleaned up and the exorcist shorts were back to hugging Julia’s ass, I was empty and Julia was full and we were both hungry. We left the cottage carrying a cloud of coconut scent, free and fearless and relaxed as we walked down to Alvarado Street. Julia spotted an adorable English bulldog with a massive under bite. We petted it while the owner was getting coffee and quiches. I kissed Julia and began to envision the new normal beyond our vacation. It wasn’t clear but I was excited over the possibility of being a presence in her college life. The line for Fieldwork was massive and there was none for Alvarado Street Brewery, which made the decision even easier. We sat on stools perpendicular to each other at the end of a long wooden table inside. Julia went to the bathroom and my mind wandered, worrying about her parents. But everything was pure and true, and I couldn’t control those circumstances.

Julia ordered a raspberry sour which tasted more like dessert than beer. And it was dangerous and so were her eyes. I ordered a hazy Indian pale ale and it tasted like pine needles. The brewery was crowded and bright. I discovered that Julia could do a spot-on impression of Kristen Stewart, and we realized that both our right eyes closed a little bit more than our left. We talked about sports and Julia expressed her concerns over a backup plan beyond tennis. After trying a flight of beer samples, we got into a playful argument over ice cream flavors and decided perhaps it was time to head to Cannery Row (and get some ice cream along the way…).

Something electric happens when you meet that special someone. At a certain point the need to be correct or the need to align with the self-narrative you’ve developed gives way to something new. You divert from the road you’ve traveled, and the new path you take causes you to slow down and take in the scenery. Your partner looks at you with wide-eyed hope, and you look at them the same. And even with your conditioning, your baggage, the drama of the world inside you and the chaos of the world beyond, everything seems so clear and you’re drowning in the singularity of their company. 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 if you don’t stay present and share yourself with that special someone, that prickling goes into hibernation and your conditioning imposes itself once again. I realized this as I looked at Julia, and felt something deep within, something wholly terrifying and exciting all at once, compelling me to do everything in my power to fight for the present moment.

“You ready for the aquarium?” I asked.

Julia leaned into me and whispered, “Yeah; or; that bathtub looked pretty spacious…”

She opened her purse a bit and I saw the glimmer of a sapphire before she clasped it shut and giggled. “What do you think, dude?”

I smiled, looking into the glimmer of her heavy green eyes. “I think that’s a really good idea.”

by Feynman15 for Sex Stories.