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Megan & Julie

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“Chrissie Christianson looks pleased with herself,” Amy muttered into my ear, motioning her head towards the dance floor.

I turned in my chair, looking for the petite blonde cheerleader. Grimacing, I spotted her.

“Do you think she could have flaunted a little more of her body in that dress?” I kidded, smiling.

“Look who she’s with,” Amy said pointedly, motioning again.

Turning again, I looked for Chrissie’s partner.

“Oh dear,” I said, recognizing the young man.

“I wonder where Julie is,” Amy said, shaking her head. Last I had heard, Julie was supposed to be coming to the dance with the well-built waste of flesh on Chrissie’s arm.

I licked my lips, moistening them and scanned my eyes around the gym. It was the first dance of senior year, and usually I wouldn’t be caught dead at such an event. Amy had convinced me to come out of my shell and branch out, suggesting that I might meet someone here. I didn’t think so, though. There weren’t many men I was interested in, if any.

My eyes halted at a chair on the far side of the gym. The beautiful brunette sat all alone, her back to the wall, watching the couple on the dance floor with a tear-streaked face.

“That prick,” I cursed under my breath. “How could he do this to her in a public place?” Scooting my chair back away from the small table, I smiled at Amy. “I’m going to go see if I can’t cheer her up. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Okay,” Amy said, nodding her head and turning back to watch the dancers again. “See ya later.”

I made my way through the crowd to Julie, admiring her slim body in the dress she wore, admiring her slim ankles crossed under her seat. She didn’t notice me, even when I was standing straight in front of her. Oddly, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with fright as I looked down at my old friend. We hadn’t been close since sophomore year. The fact that we hadn’t spoken in nearly two years had hit me hard when I realized that her eighteenth birthday had passed and I hadn’t been invited to the party she had been planning since grade school. Then my birthday came, and I did the same, excluding her not out of spite but just out of fear that she wouldn’t arrive. Even though we had grown apart, it hurt me to see her alone, and I felt that now would be a good time to get reacquainted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked softly. Julie looked up, startled, and her eyes showed recognition as she quickly scanned my outfit, unusual for a school dance. I had always been a tomboy at heart, and I wasn’t going to pretty myself up for the low-life boys at this school.

Julie lifted her hand to wipe tears from her foggy eyes. She glanced at the couple dancing and looked back at me. I looked over at them, watching them laughing merrily at some great joke Chrissie had told. Shaking my head with anger at the stupidity of anyone who would choose that stick over Julie, I looked back at my friend. Her soft eyes looked so hurt I tried to soften my angry expression. With a sigh, I shrugged my shoulders.

“Come on,” I said, offering my hand.

Julie reluctantly glanced around the crowd again, her eyes seeming to be drawn towards the two blonde bimbos. I heard Julie take a deep breath, her chest heaving dramatically as she seemed to come to a grand mental decision. She took my hand, her warm palm making my fingers tingle, and looked into my eyes. My own body ached with pity at the hurt I saw in those gorgeous blue orbs. I smiled as warmly as I could, trying to convey my feelings towards her in one expression, and, tugging her hand slightly, gently led her outside.

The cool air of the parking lot was a welcome change from the stuffy, student filled gym. I took a deep breath of air, my heartbeat quickening a little now that I was alone with Julie. Squeezing her hand reassuringly, we walked around the side of the building and found ourselves in a dark corner. I could hear the music from the dance seeping through the brick walls, the loud bass of the pop music beating steadily.

I heard Julie take a deep breath, and looked over to see tears welling in her eyes again.

“You don’t need him,” I said softly, letting go of one of Julie’s hands and stroking the other. I held her palm in mine and gently ran the fingers of my second hand over the top of hers, petting the soft skin there. I felt butterflies tingling in my stomach.

“I wish I could believe that,” Julie choked. I could hear the sorrow in her voice, and despite the butterflies in my stomach my heart seemed to sink.

Taking a deep breath, I squeezed Julie’s hand again.

“You are so beautiful and so special; I don’t know why you let him treat you like that,” I muttered.

Julie looked at me through the darkness, her eyes roaming over my body from my short hair to the bottom of my jeans. I looked at her body, similar in shape to mine, bound tightly in a green dress that seemed to exaggerate her small curves.

Smiling softly, trying to gather the courage for what I wanted to do, I took a step closer to Julie. There were only a couple of inches between our bodies. The heat radiating off of her seemed to counter the chill in the air, and I felt goose bumps on my flesh from being so near her. I could hear her soft breathing and smell the lotion on her skin. My mouth opened a tiny bit to let my tongue through, moistening the dry, parted lips.

My eyes searched Julie’s for her reaction, but I was unable to read anything. Her eyes were so puffy from her tears, her cheeks red from crying. Anger at Julie’s boyfriend swelled inside me. I had seen her hurt by so many of the boys at the school. Wishing I could make everything better, I took another deep breath.

“Really, Julie,” I said. “You shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

Julie’s breaths were becoming heavier. Her face had an unusual glow about it, one I hadn’t seen on her before. Her eyes seemed to dig into me, a need shining in them that I hoped I would be able to satisfy before the night was out. It was what I had wanted for so long.

“I know,” she whispered, her sweet breath flooding my face. We were hardly inches apart now, my lips practically brushing hers. Our faces almost nose to nose. I could feel strands of her loose hair brushing against my cheek.

“I have been watching you for a long time,” I confessed. I blushed, embarrassed to have admitted it, but Julie only nodded. She stared into my eyes and I felt as though I was being pulled towards her, the gravity of her body pulling mine in until our bodies were pressed together and our lips touched for the first time.

A gasp came from Julie, and she tried to pull away. Moving in closer, pressing her against the wall, I brushed my lips against her own, hungering for a taste of her sweet mouth. She submitted to me, parting her lips with the slightest touch of mine. My tongue tasted her mouth for the first time, darting in like an interloper and caressing the tips of her smooth teeth. I shuddered with pleasure and delight as I heard Julie moan against me, her hot breath wafting into my mouth.

Julie’s tongue began to explore my lips, the soft tip running over me and tentatively moving inside me. I opened wider, allowing her tongue to trace the ridges on the roof of my mouth. I felt the place between my legs grow hot, and I softly rubbed myself against the girl in my arms, thrusting my hips against hers, rubbing my pussy against her leg. My clit seemed to scream out with frustration, the soft cotton of my panties teasing the flesh around it, but the skin keeping it from getting any friction itself. I moaned against Julie’s lips, completely forgetting all my senses except for the arousal flooding me, and the feel of her lips against mine.

Every part of my being ached for Julie, yearned to hold her closer. I wished that the brick wall would fade and her clothes would melt away, allowing me to lay her down and lay atop her small body. My hands itched to touch her, to move up her body, but they remained frozen at her sides, next to her shoulders. I heard another soft sound escape her, and reluctantly I broke our kiss.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, my voice husky from my state of arousal. My eyes dug into hers, our contact not breaking even for a blink.

Nodding wordlessly, Julie seemed to be coping with some inner struggle. Her red tongue darted out of her mouth for just a moment to lick her own lips, and mine felt as though they were throbbing, I wanted her so much. I stood still, holding myself back, forcing myself to stay calm and listened to my beating heart as Julie stood wordlessly in front of me.

A voice came to my ears from around the corner where we had come from and I heard the sound of a door opening.

“I’m just going to go out for some fresh air,” the voice said.

I pulled away from Julie, flashing her a brief smile of confidence, reluctantly breaking our contact. My hand felt cold and empty without hers.

“Come on,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded and I led the way, moving past the gym, leaving the throbbing music behind and finding the parking lot where I had parked my silver Celica.

I pulled my key out of my pants pocket and quickly unlocked the passenger door, holding it open for Julie to slip inside. She looked up at me as she slid in, her eyelids half covering her eyes, and smiled prettily at me. Heart pounding, body throbbing, I unlocked my drivers side door and slipped in next to her.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked, placing the key in the ignition

“My house,” she said. I looked over at her. She was looking at her lap, toying with her hands. The dress was bunched around her sides in the seat, making her look like a little girl. “No one is home tonight,” she explained.

My pussy seemed to throb with anticipation as I turned the key. The engine roared and I let the clutch out easily, turning the steering wheel to head towards the side of town where Julie’s family lived. Almost too afraid to hope, I wondered what she had in mind. If luck was with me, she was thinking some of the dirty thoughts that were coursing through my head.

My lips felt hot, the memory of our kiss still fresh in my mind. I tried to concentrate on the street, on driving, but my mind kept wandering back to Julie’s small body pressed against the brick wall of the school. If those other students hadn’t come out of the gym just then, I may very well have taken the next step with my old friend.

Not a word was spoken between us, but there didn’t need to be. I only needed my imagination. Hitting the switch on my radio, I turned up one of the tapes of my favorite band, filling the car up with bass and loving the vibrating feel it caused in my body. Behind the wheel, I felt as though my whole body was throbbing, and I slowly licked my lips. I was excited, more excited than I’d been in a long time.

The trip to Julie’s home didn’t take long, but it felt like an eternity to me. All I wanted was to pull into that driveway and run up into Julie’s room with her. But I knew I should take it slow; Julie seemed to be thinking along the same lines as I was in the sense that she wanted me, but I thought that if she were ‘that kind of girl’ I probably would have heard about it in school. The kiss we’d shared was probably the first she’d shared with another girl, and I didn’t want to scare her away before I’d even gotten started.

One light in the house was on. I felt a small tinge of fear in my stomach, afraid that at least one member of her family was still there.

“Where’s the fam?” I asked after I’d turned off the car. The car seemed empty without the music, and my body almost trembled with the loss of the bass.

“They went to Gramma’s for the weekend,” Julie said softly. I thought I heard a bit of excitement in her voice, but I wasn’t sure. “Let’s go in.” She opened her door and shut it while I just sat, dumbly looking after her.

Regaining my senses quickly, I opened the door and slammed it shut, the bang seeming to echo through the street. I hurried up the path, following Julie as she led the way to her door. She stopped and I stood close to her, my breasts brushing against her back. My nipples hardened underneath my shirt, pointing straight away from my body and rubbing against my bra. I tried not to breath on her neck, tried not to close in too much and capture her body in my arms, and I was completely caught off guard when the door actually swung open and we were looking into her house. Julie looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, her face almost touching mine as her lovely lips curled upwards.

Years ago I had been a regular guest in this house, and I felt an odd sort of nostalgia as I followed Julie into the living room. She left me standing there while she shut and locked the door behind us, and then turned towards me again.

“Want a Pepsi or something?” she asked me.

I nodded my head silently, my eyes roaming over Julie’s body. I imagined that my lust was apparent, but I didn’t know if Julie was reading me that way. She turned towards the kitchen and I followed her, watching her slim hips swaying underneath the dress. The curves of her pert bottom were clearly visible, and I was disappointed when we stopped and she stopped moving.

“They’re in the fridge,” Julie said, opening the refrigerator door. We hadn’t bothered turning on the light; the room was dim but somewhat lit from the streetlamps outside the window. The refrigerator light reflected off the fabric of Julie’s dress as she bent down to grab the sodas.

The butterflies in my stomach seemed to churn again, but then I heard a rumble and could put my finger on the exact cause of the discomfort.

“Do you have anything we could munch on?” I asked. “I’m a little bit hungry.”
“Let me see,” Julie said, putting the two cans of soda on the counter. She stretched her arms above her head, reaching for the cupboard. Her body stretched, her bottom flexing, and I couldn’t help looking at her in the attractive position as her fingers felt around for something. “How about these?” she asked, still on her tiptoes, looking over her shoulder.

Glancing up, I saw a bag of chocolate chip cookies in her hand.

“Tasty,” I said, unsure if Julie would understand my double meaning.

“Okay,” she said. Her feet flattened as she stood back on the floor, the cupboard and refrigerator closed. Her voice quivered. “Should we go up in my room?”

I took the sodas in my hand and followed her again, watching her bottom move as she mounted each step. Soon we were in her room. I sat down on the edge of her queen-sized bed, bouncing a little bit playfully. Julie fiddled with her stereo a moment and soon a whiney twang of a country song filled the air. My eyes didn’t leave Julie as she made her way back towards me.

Julie’s face lifted to meet mine, her cheeks flushing a little as I smiled at her.

“I hope this is okay?” she said. I almost laughed at the sound in her voice, one of uncertainty. My fears about her reluctance seemed to melt away. My friend seemed to be yearning for the upcoming seduction.

Flashing Julie what I hoped was a welcoming smile, I patted the bed next to me. “It’s fine, hun. I love this song.”

Timidly, Julie approached me. First her eyes scanned the bed next to me, and then she turned around and slowly lowered her body down onto the spot. Folding her hands in her lap, she glanced over at me through the corner of her eyes and then looked back down at her hands.

She looked like a little girl, frightened and unsure of herself. I wanted to show her everything was going to be okay, to make her forget what had happened earlier tonight and to open up a whole new world from her. Some time during the night her hair had come loose, and some of it was falling over her downcast eyes. I reached up slowly and smoothed the hair back behind her ear. Her eyes darted up at me in surprise, and then something else seemed to glow in them. I smiled, my hand not moving far from her face.

“Are you feeling better?” I asked, referring to the hurt she had experienced earlier.

“I’ll be alright,” she said, obviously trying to smile for me. I didn’t mind that she couldn’t fake a better mood. If I had my way, I would make her forget that bastard.

“I know you will,” I said softly, leaning closer to her warm body. Her breath seemed to quicken as I closed in, her eyes shutting. My eyes were locked on her lips, and then I brushed my own lips against hers. The soft touch was enough to make my body ache again, and I struggled not to go too far too soon. “You’ll be fine,” I said huskily, my breath on her face.

I moved my hand from her hair and cupped her face softly, holding it in place as I moved my lips close again. This was a real kiss, my wet lips pressing fully against hers, but not pressing too hard. I moaned softly and pulled away, smiling at her dazed expression. Her eyes followed mine as I looked at her face, noting that the tearstains were almost gone. Julie’s lips puffed out prettily, looking big, almost appearing swollen. They were parted slightly, and I could just barely see the teeth between them.

Moving my hand slightly down her face, I traced her lips with my thumb, feeling the softness of them against the pad of the finger. Her lips parted further and kissed my finger, her tongue brushing against it ever so faintly. Julie’s eyelids seemed heavy and dropped over her eyes as she caressed my thumb. A shiver passed through me and my whole body tingled, the throbbing in my pussy only growing as Julie opened her eyes again to look at me.

The tingling was still going on, my whole body pulsing with each steady beat of my heart. I stood up, brushing my palm against Julie’s cheek as I left the bed, and looked down at her. She was looking at me with a glazed expression, and I could see my own lust mirrored in her eyes.

Placing my palm on her chest, I slowly pushed her back. She scooted along the bed, her dress dragging against the blankets until I had positioned her in a laying position, her head resting on the soft pillows. The scooting motions had caused her skirt to bunch up at her waist, leaving one of her creamy thighs exposed. My eyes roamed her body again, looking at her bare leg from the slim thigh down to her dainty feet that were still encased in the high-heeled sandals she had worn to the dance. Julie’s curves were obvious in that dress, and in that position. The fabric was tight around her top, twisted around from her movements, and her breasts were thrusting upwards against the fabric. The front of her dress was not too low, but I could see the tops of her white breasts pushing out, yearning for freedom that I in turn yearned to grant them.

Mouth watering, I allowed myself a few moments to soak in the sights, and then gathered all my confidence.

I slipped my casual shoes off my feet, kicking them under the bed, and crawled up next to Julie. The soft mattress folded in the middle, gravity forcing our bodies closer together. I knelt on the bed, sitting on my knees, taking a closer look at my friend. My eyes were again drawn to the bare thigh next to my own clothed leg.

Tenderly, I stroked her side through the dress, running my fingers up from the bunched waist of it to the curve of her small breasts. Afraid that I was moving too quickly as it was, I started caressing her flat stomach, running the tips of my fingers over the fabric in circular motions. My fingers grew bolder, tracing the curve of her waist again and moving up to her breasts. I traced the small curve of her bosom with my middle finger, running my thumb around the small bump where her semi-erect nipple exposed itself.

Pressing slightly harder, I teased the nipple, running my thumb around the area I knew was Julie’s aureole. The tiny nubs grew larger, poking more obviously through the green dress, and Julie let out a soft moan.

Her eyes were shut, her lips slightly parted, and I could see her chest heave with each heavy breath she took. I ran my fingers around in circles, tracing her curves again, and then traced down her body again. The fabric felt slick beneath my fingertips, almost serpentine.

The hem of Julie’s dress was still up around her thighs, the creamy skin peeking out from underneath it. Her soft flesh seemed to be calling to me, and my fingers ached to stroke it. Slowly, I traced the hemline, running my fingers along the edge of her dress. Very slowly, the tracing moved to the underside of the fabric, flipping it up ever so slightly to allow my hand access to the skin underneath. I stopped touching the fabric at all and concentrated on to cool leg underneath my palm, petting it and stroking it with my hand, edging my fingers slowly upwards towards the crux of her legs.

Julie moaned softly and thrust her breasts upwards. Her legs were slowly inching apart, allowing me better access to her body, and she probably wasn’t even aware of it. Her hips thrust upwards in very slight movements, but I saw them, and I couldn’t hold back the smile that took me over because I knew she wanted what I wanted.

Heat seemed to be radiating from between Julie’s thighs. I could feel the air around her panties warming my hand as I got closer and closer to her pussy. After what seemed like an eternity of stroking her thigh, my hand got close enough to touch her cotton panties. With the tip of my first finger I traced the shape of her pussy between her legs, running my finger up from her ass to her clit on the outside of her underwear. Julie gasped and thrust towards me again, her hips grinding against the bed.

Stroking her pussy lightly, I looked down at Julie’s body. It was writhing in small movements of pleasure, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her dress, her arms at her sides with clenched fists, her legs squirming. I wanted more than anything to hold her in my arms, to hold her bare body to my own nude form. I wanted to taste her, to stroke her, to fuck her.

I pulled away from her, my hands leaving her thighs empty. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as my touch left her body, and she looked at me questioningly. Standing, I looked down at her now still body from the side of the bed, and reached my hands out for her.

Julie reached up and I took her hands in my own, my skin tingling again at the touch of her palms to mine. Pulling softly, I helped her to stand at the bed next to me. My lips yearned to kiss hers again, but that would only postpone what I wanted to do next, so I struggled to keep myself from her.

Reaching out, I stroked her arms, and then ran my hands up her small arms to her shoulders, where I grasped the spaghetti string sleeves of her dress and began to slowly move them down her body.

Julie shivered softly as I pulled the sleeves down her arms. When they were taut at her elbows I reached up to the top of her dress and took the fabric in my hands, tugging it lightly downwards.

With a couple of tugs, I had exposed Julie’s pink bra. I wetted my lips, licking them with my tongue, and knelt down in front of my friend. Taking the hem of her dress in my hands and bunching a handful in my fist, I tugged it down off of her slim hips, and the rest of the dress pooled at Julie’s feet.

I looked up at her from the floor, taking in the picture of her perfect body. She stood like an angel with her dark hair, mussed from her writing on the bed, framing her pixie-like face. Her pink bra matched her panties, and I could see the wet spot in the v of her legs, indicating her excitement of what the feelings I was arousing in her.

A shiver ran up Julie’s body, I could see her shake slightly with it. I smiled reassuringly at her and she smiled shyly back at me. I remained on my knees at her feet as Julie stepped out of her dress, kicking it out of the way, and then kicking her shoes off to the pile.

I stood in front of her, reaching tentatively out with my finger, pushing one of her bra straps from her shoulder so that it hung on her upper arm, the top of her breast keeping the cup in place. I moved over to the other strap, sliding it down her arm as well. The tops of Julie’s breasts were heaving, and I could see her nipples growing even more erect beneath the thin fabric. Reaching down, I cupped her right breast in my hand, squeezing it very softly, and running my fingertip over the hard nipple. Bending down I touched my lips to the top, feeling the soft creamy skin against my lips. Julie’s body moved slightly in my arms, pushing towards me more. I could feel the heat in my own pussy growing almost uncontrollable, and I couldn’t help but reach down and rub myself there quickly to fan some of the passion.

Keeping my hand around Julie’s breast, applying small squeezes of pressure and leaving my finger over the nub of her nipple, I moved my lips up Julie’s body. I kissed my way up to her neck, where I lingered, opening my lips and kissing her hard there. I almost lapped at her sweet skin, but there would be time enough for that later. Slowly, I moved my hands away from her breasts around to her back, grasping for the clasp of her bra. I unhooked the bra slowly, my lips still tasting Julie’s soft neck, and held the bra there for a moment of effect. I could feel her breasts, pressed against my clothed chest, fall a little as they lost the protection of the bra.

I dropped the bra, letting it fall to the ground between us, and moved my hands back around to Julie’s breasts again. I slowly ran my fingers over her nipples, moving my lips from her neck up to her face, where her hungry lips met my own and we kissed passionately. She stood in her pink panties, her arms unsure of what to do, as I caressed her.

Putting my hand on her chest, I pushed Julie back towards the bed. She fell easily, sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide, looking up at me with wide but happy eyes.

Raising my hands up my own body, feeling my own curves beneath my palms, I took the top button of my shirt and slowly undid it. The second one followed, and then a third, and soon I was sliding my blouse down off my arms and flinging it in the pile of clothes already accumulating in the bedroom.

Slowly, I ran my hands over my breasts, flicking my own nipples lightly until they became as erect as Julie’s bare ones. My black bra held me tight, fighting with my nipples as they strained for more room to grow. Stepping towards the bed, I reached for Julie’s hands again and she allowed me to direct them towards the waistline of my pants.

Julie looked up at me, a scared look on her face, and I nodded slowly in assurance. Her fingers slowly ran up my pants, tracing the fly, and my hips ground towards her hands. I moaned softly as she caressed me, and then she began to undo the button on the top. Slowly, so slowly that I almost cried, Julie unzipped my fly and began to push my pants down over my hips and towards the ground.

As the pants left my body, my black thong was revealed, and Julie’s eyes widened almost comically when she saw it. I laughed lightly and stepped out of my pants, scooting them away from the bed, and again put my hand on Julie’s chest. I pushed her back towards the bed into a lying position, her back bent and her feet resting on the floor.

Slowly I sank to my knees, Julie’s pussy, still encased in the pink panties, now level with my eyes. I licked my lips and reached for her legs, startling her with my first touch, and ran my fingers up the insides of her calves. I tickled the skin at the instep of her feet, then ran my fingers up her ankles and along the smooth curves of her calves. When I got to her thighs she bucked forward, her hips pushing her fragrant crotch closer to my face. The sweet scent of her pussy filled my nostrils and I licked my lips again, trying not to stare at the pussy in front of my face.

I traced her thighs with the tips of my fingers, rubbing my sensitive pads along her silky smooth skin. I could feel her hipbones through her flesh, and as my fingers hesitated there Julie lifted herself upwards towards my face, moaning softly as her pussy brushed against my forehead. I smiled. She was as anxious for me to taste her as I was.

I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistline of her panties, softly tugging them down. Very slowly I slid them down Julie’s slim legs, the fabric sliding easily down her soft limbs. I left them around her ankles, binding her feet loosely together. Julie moaned and shifted her legs, pushing her hips in to the air in front of me.

Swiftly but gently I kissed her exposed pussy lips peeking out from underneath her soft curls. She whimpered softly and thrust upwards again. My lips curled into a smile and I moved my mouth away from her hot body, letting my eyes drink of her beautiful form squirming on the bed.

The bed moved slightly as Julie squirmed, the blankets shifting underneath her. Her hips writhed ever so slightly, her arms moving slowly away from her body and her fists flexing and relaxing and she cried softly under her breath. Julie’s eyes opened and her lips parted, an audible moan filling my ears as she made eye contact with me. Lowering my head, I turned my attention back to Julie’s fragrant pussy.

Sliding my lips up her body I softly kissed every inch of Julie’s skin. The tiny hairs, too small to see, brushed against my lips, causing me to tingle all over as I moved slowly up her thighs. A think layer of perspiration seeped from her body and the musky scent of her excitement filled my nostrils and mouth, seeming to slide over my tongue and down my throat. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and enjoying her scent.

“Oh, Megan,” Julie moaned.

I pulled her panties the rest of the way off her feet, freeing her legs. Placing my hands on her knees, I slowly peeled her thighs apart, the slick wetness from her slit making a soft noise as her pussy opened like a flower in front of my face. I pushed her knees even further apart, bringing her feet onto the bed, her hips thrusting her swollen pussy in front of me. I licked my lips again, moistening them, and took a deep, hungry breath.

“I have wanted this for so long, Julie,” I whispered softly. Slowly yet eagerly I put my mouth against her pussy. My lips brushed against it and Julie moaned again, her body writhing and twisting against the bed. I smiled and pushed my lips closer to her, dragging them across the wet skin of her slit.

Slowly I snaked my tongue out of my mouth, sliding it past my lips, and rubbing it against her hard clit. Her taste ran over my taste buds, and I breathed heavily onto her hot body, cooling it with my breath. With the tip of my tongue I teased the nub, flicking it softly as I listened to Julie’s cries of pleasure. Carefully I moved my tongue down, tracing the outline of her slit, running my tongue along the lips, avoiding the sopping skin between them.

Julie’s slick skin seemed to seep even more as I lapped at it, running my tongue along the length of her slit and back up again, tasting her musky juices with my whole mouth. I opened my mouth wider and pushed my tongue inside her slit, flicking at the inside of her pussy and darting out again to run my mouth up towards her clit again.

Flicking rapidly, I brought her clit to an erection that made Julie gasp with pleasure. She moaned as I ran the length of my tongue over the hard nub, lapping at the sensitive tip until my lips were sore from being held open. Moving back, I arched my back, pushing my breasts forward and stretching for a moment. Julie’s cries whimpers filled my ears as she thrust towards my mouth, yearning for more. I looked at the slit, shimmering with her juices, and licked my lips again. I could taste her on me, which made me smile, and I bent forward again to lick at her some more.

I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking hard at it. Julie cried out and thrust her hips towards my face, her juices wetting my chin. I shifted my weight on my legs and moved my hand up her leg, stroking the smooth skin with my fingertips until my hand met her pussy.

Sliding my first finger and middle finger into the slick folds of her flesh, I probed her insides, wriggling them around in her hole as I sucked hard on her clit.

Julie cried out and tightened around my hand, squeezing my fingers with her pussy. I slid my fingers out and loosened my lips for a moment before pushing back inside with vigor and sucking even harder than before. Inside my mouth I flicked her clit with my tongue, tickling the tiny tip of it while I sucked.

“Oh, Megan!” Julie cried, her hips thrusting towards my hand as I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her fragrant skin ground against my face, her hips twisting and gyrating as she writhed on the bed.

Julie’s breaths became heavier and I could see her chest rising and falling dramatically from my place between her legs. Still sucking hard and pushing my fingers in and out, I smiled to myself, able to tell that her climax was approaching fast. Her gyrations became more frantic, wilder, and animalistic as she panted. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of the blanket underneath her body and she shrieked piercingly as her pussy began to spasm around my fingers.

Fingers inside her, I ceased my pumping, and wriggled them around inside her soft flesh as she came against my mouth. Her clit seemed to grow larger as her hips pushed upwards, juice flowing from all of her pours into my face. My nostrils inhaled her scent deeply and I groaned against her, sucking hard and long at her pussy as she began to relax. Julie’s hips fell back down on the bed and I let go of her clit, sliding my fingers out of her wet slit and planted a kiss gently on her thigh.

Softly, I lapped at her juices, licking her clean of her orgasm, as she whimpered and shivered underneath my tongue. Kissing her cooling thigh once more, I slid up the bed, watching as her legs collapsed back down, and lay next to her on the mattress.

She lay silently for a few minutes, her lips parted, breathing softly through her mouth while her body lay limp next to mine. I propped my head in my hand, elevated by my elbow, and looked at her soft features as she recovered from her orgasm. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me.

Looking into her eyes, I smiled. She blushed slightly, her cheeks turning pink as I looked at her face.

“You have the most amazing body, Julie,” I whispered.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” she whispered, her soft voice barely audible.

“Shh,” I said, reaching my fingers up to her lips and silencing gently. She inhaled deeply, her own scent filling her nostrils, as she smelled my fingers. I tenderly rubbed my middle finger against her lip, prodding her mouth, and she parted her lips. I slid my finger through her lips into her warm mouth, feeling her tongue as she lapped her own juices off my skin. She murmured around my finger and her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she met my eyes again.

Slowly I pulled my fingers out from between her lips and traced the shape of her face. The wetness allowed my finger to glide slickly down her neck, and she smiled as I traced around her small breasts.

Her nipples were standing half erect already, her chest still heaving with each deep breath she took. I could hear her excitement escaping softly through her lips as I slid my wet fingers over her breasts, tickling the tiny nipples with the tips of my fingers. She gasped audibly as I flicked the nipples and I watched as they grew wrinkled and hard underneath my touch. Gently I ran the pads of my fingers over her nipples again, flicking them lightly with my short fingernails. Julie groaned again and pushed her breasts up into my hand. Smiling, I lowered my mouth down to one of the nipples and nipped it lightly with my teeth. Julie cried out and I raised my head again, returning to the soft rubbing once more.

Julie’s hand reached up and wrapped around my body, tugging on the clasp of my bra. It seemed as though the bra slipped off in slow motion, falling to the bed in front of me in a small pile, exposing my bare breasts to her eyes and the air in the room. My nipples puckered as Julie watched. With a small bit of pressure applied to my back, Julie urged my chest down towards her own. I lifted a leg over her body, straddling her waist. Bending down, my breasts brushed against hers, my nipples shooting jolts of fire through my body as they rubbed against hers. My face moved towards hers, our lips seeking each other, until they met in a kiss of pure passion.

She reached up and held my head with her hand, her fingers running through my short dark hair as her lips probed mine. I could hear her breathing deeply, smelling and tasting her juices still fresh on my lips. She opened her mouth hungrily and I followed her lead, parting my lips and allowing her tongue entrance to my mouth, where she began to explore.

A giggle escaped Julie and I could feel her voice against my mouth, her laugh filling me and making me smile against her lips. I felt her hands move down the length of my body, caressing my skin and locking around my waist. Gently she tugged on my body, urging me up so that her mouth could find my breasts.

I gasped as her lips locked around my nipple, sucking deeply as I had sucked on her clit not long before. Her hands cupped the cheeks of my ass, her cool fingers softly massaging my hot skin as she sucked long on my nipple, then left it, cold and wet in the air as she moved to the opposite one and sucked again.

Throwing my head back, I opened my mouth to moan loudly, shutting my eyes. I swallowed deeply as she continued to play with my breasts, her teeth scraping against the nipples, pinching them, and her hands still digging into my ass.

Reaching up, I grabbed on to the headboard of the bed, supporting my body as I pushed my chest closer to her face. Julie grunted around my breast as she sucked even more in, sucking not only on the nipple but on the whole area around it, seeming to devour me with the same hunger that I had felt for her pussy earlier.

My cunt seemed to be dripping. I could feel my juices flowing down my thighs, slickly rubbing against her waist as I ground my hips against her. The fire in my nipples spread through my chest and belly to my pussy, where the heat met and ignited so much passion inside my body I felt as though I might explode. Still holding tightly to the headboard, I moved my hips up her body, breaking her mouths contact with my breasts so that I could place my pussy in front of her.

With a moan of pleasure, Julie stretched her neck and kissed my pussy, her warm lips making me shiver as they caressed my lips through the sopping panties I still wore. One of her hands released my ass and moved over to my front, tugging on the crotch of my panties and moving it aside. As she breathed on my pussy, her warm breath making me tingle, I moaned again, unable to control my own slight gyrations as she moved closer and closer to my pussy.

At the first touch of her tongue, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I moaned loudly again as her tongue lapped timidly at my slit. She shifted underneath me for a better grip on my bottom, and I raised myself slightly on the bed to allow her to slide down a little more. The hot tongue snaked out again and her hands tightened on my ass, bringing my pussy closer to her face as she licked my juices.

I moved my hips, gyrating, thrusting, and whimpering as she began to lick more insistently. Her lips parted and she sucked on my skin, taking parts of me into her mouth and sucking softly, then diving back inside my hole with her tongue. She was inexperienced, but doing well, and I cried out as her lips found my clit.

With just the slightest brushes of her tongue and lips against my sensitive clit I felt my body convulsing. I could feel the juices flowing out of my body as I cried out, my buttocks tensing in her hands as I drove my pussy into her eager face. The orgasm shook my body, my pussy pulsing, my muscles tensing, as I came loudly into Julie’s face.

“Julie!” I cried out. “Julie! Don’t stop! Oh god!”

She plunged her tongue deep inside me, drinking my juices as they poured out of my body. Each lap of her long tongue sent more shivers through my body, electricity shooting up my spine, down my legs, around my arms and through my pussy.

Finally it ceased and my body relaxed, slight tremors of aftershock shaking me as I sat on her face. She continued to lick softly, her silky tongue running up and down my widespread slit, as I remained motionless on top of her. With a groan, I shifted my body off of her and lay down on the bed. Taking her in my arms, I pulled her bare body towards mine, my skin, sticky with sweat, sticking to hers with a warm sound.

Shutting my eyes, I could feel her bare ass pressed against my belly. Slowly, I drifted into a dreamless sleep, only waking once when Julie slid out from between my arms to go over to the window.

My eyes opened to watch her stand there, staring out into the black night. I could sense that she had some things to think about, and I did too. Shutting my eyes again, I fell back to sleep, not waking until morning.

This story is based on the story “Megan And Julie” by Pretty_Lil_Stranger. With her permission, I have rewritten it from the second characters point of view. I hope you enjoy my rendition of “Megan And Julie” and hope that you will stop by and read her version, found at her author page as well.

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