Jacques said, “Bastard.”
Inez said, “Bastard.”
CHAPTER 8
Julie stood next to the table with drinks and cookies, Monica by her side. Julie said, “I don’t know what to do.”
“Do anything. You know doing nothing won’t work. Just talk to him. See if that helps.”
Julie’s expression continued to be grim and unhappy. “What will that do? I’ve talked to him a lot, and he still sees me as a little girl.”
“Well, right now, I can’t think of anything else. Just talk to him to make sure he knows you’re still alive.”
“Alright. I’ll give it a try.”
Julie walked slowly over to Jim as he chatted with two other men. She touched him on the arm. “Hi Jim.”
Veronique stood at Jim's elbow. She waved her fingers over his eyes. They darted here and there without landing on Julie.
He said, over her head, looking at someone else, “Hey, Julie. Enjoying the party?”
“Yes. It’s nice.” She paused. “No drunks.”
Jim chuckled. “Everything’s better when there’s no drunks around.”
“How’s work?” Jim scanned the crowd instead of looking at her.
“It’s about the same. Vancouver Island isn’t a hotbed of violence and lawbreaking. I mostly break up family fights and haul drunks down to the jail.” It was obviously a canned response, his typical answer to the same question. Julie didn’t know what to do. Why won’t he look at her? She was growing so frustrated, she felt tears sting the backs of her eyes.
“Okay. I’m going to talk with Monica again. See you later.”
She walked across the floor to her friend. “Complete failure. Maybe I will take my clothes off. At least he’d look at me for more than a second at a time.”
"I was watching,” Monica said, incredulously, “He never saw you, not even for a second."
"It's because I've always been there. You and I have been best friends since the third grade. I'm like his sister. Invisible."
"This party is a total waste. Let's go home."
Julie stood at the front door. Her mouth suddenly turned into a straight line across her face. She said "I have one more utensil in my drawer, and I'm going to use it."
The big room in the frat house had one light that played down on the center of the dance floor. The rest of the room was in shadow. They'd hired a DJ for the party. Julie spoke softly to him and he nodded.
The music ended and the dancers drifted off to the edges of the floor.
Julie walked out on the empty floor and stood under the light shining down. The light emphasized her blonde hair and her long graceful arms. The DJ waited until the crowd quieted down and started a song meant for slow dancing. It made them think of soft skin and quiet whimpers.
Julie listened for a moment then did something she'd learned in dance class. She bent her knees and arched her back. She looked straight up into the central light. She closed her eyes. The expression on her face reminded everyone of a woman basking in warm sunlight. She put both hands on the back of her neck and slid them up into her hair. This made her neck look long and graceful. She waited a few moments for the crowd to appreciate her before she dropped her head and began swaying her hips from side to side. She'd worn a white blouse and tight, short, black skirt. Her light skin glowed and shimmered against the fabric. She lifted her arms with painful grace over her head and let them writhe slowly around each other.
A few seconds later, she bent her knees and lowered herself. She dropped down very slowly and pushed her hips from side to side farther and farther. She paused at the bottom, with her rear end no more than three inches from her shoes and allowed her arms to fall down her body until they hung by her sides.
She began the trip up. Her hands slid up her legs, catching her skirt for a second and pulling it up until a length of leg showed.
Her hips never stopped moving.
She moved her hands up her hips, pausing again to bring attention to their womanly curves. She moved her hands from her sides to her belly then up just below her breasts.
She stopped her hips and waited while the crowd closed their collective mouth. Keeping her hips still and moving nothing else but her hands, she let her hands drift up until they cupped her breasts. She paused for a moment before she gave her hands permission to move up her chest and neck and back into her hair.
The song ended. Julie walked off. The room was completely silent and stayed that way until Julie and Monica walked out the door.
Monica said, "I didn't know you could do that! It was beautiful... and so sexy. Wow!"
"Thanks. The question is, did it do any good?"
Monica frowned, "No. Sorry, honey, nothing. You attracted the attention of everybody in the room but Jim. My stupid brother never saw you."
Julie stopped walking. "I feel like crying. I did everything I could think of to get him to look at me. None of it worked."
CHAPTER 9
Veronique nudged Etienne. “It is what I told you. The girl has no idea of how to be the woman.” Etienne nodded. Veronique continued, “It is the basic part of being female. We have to know the ways of capturing and controlling the mans in our lives. How else can we move forward?”
Etienne said, “What should she do then, hit him with a heavy stick?”
“She must use all of her weapons. She only uses the weak things to get him. She doesn't know what else to do. I will show her, and she will succeed."
Etienne floated around until he stood in front of Veronique. “Let me look at you.”
Veronique delightedly turned around for her husband. “Do you think I’m still the entrancing woman?”
“Most assuredly.” He paused. “Do you remember that little hotel room in Nanaimo?”
“Our wedding night?”
“Yes. I was so taken with you. You were so beautiful.”
Veronique sighed deeply. “Thank you, Etienne. You make me feel very feminine.”
They both faced the party again. Veronique said, “When we make the finish here, let’s visit our great-grandchildren. Michelle is having nightmares.”
“She needs the soothing hand of her arriere grand mere on her anxious brow.”
“Yes. I can give her the loving of my heart. She feels it.” Veronique studied Julie. “I have work that must be done with that petit Anglaise. She will lose the mans if she doesn’t change her actions. I will do that after her eyelids fall in sleep.”
That night, Julie went to sleep in her oversize tee shirt and panties. She tossed and turned for a few minutes then settled down and let herself dream.
She couldn’t see Veronique hover above her. She couldn’t hear Veronique say loving words to her and make suggestions about the direction of her dreams.
Julie found herself standing in the center of a room with seats on every side. Handsome young men filled the room. All looked directly at Julie with serious expressions on their faces.
She looked down at herself. She wore a dress she would never have worn in her real life. It came down just below her rump. Her long legs trailed down to the floor. She paused a moment to study her legs. They curved deliciously from her thighs through her perfect knees and down to shoes that were all straps with very high heels. She bent one knee and brought her leg in front of her to examine it. She was surprised to hear a massive gasp from the men in the room.
Her dress sparkled with golden threads. It covered her, but it was translucent. As she moved, the dress allowed a breast to show then her lovely ass, then her waist. The men stared at her as if she were a time bomb ready to go off.
She looked at their faces. They were trapped by her extraordinary beauty. She held her arms away from her body and turned around.
Veronique's influence changed the direction of the dream. Up to that point, it followed most girl's fantasies, and it would have gone no further if Veronique hadn't interceded.
Without thinking about it, Julie lifted her dress over her head and dropped it
to the floor. She stood in front of a group of young men wearing only her high heels. She didn't blush or cover herself with her hands.
Veronique told her to sway her hips. Soft music filled the room. She slipped her hands into her hair and swung her hips from side to side in an outlandish movement just as she had done in the frat house. She bent her knees and dropped down slowly. When she was all the way down, she let her hands fall to her sides.
She felt her hands touch her legs. Once again, her hands framed her hips then caressed her tummy. She gasped.
Her hands traveled up her naked skin until they reached her breasts. She held them up as if they were ripe fruit, and she was offering them to the men around her. She felt the heavy, full softness of her breasts and gasped again. When her hands slipped into her hair, she turned in a circle, swinging her hips in a circle. She let the men study each side of her body.
She’d been aware of male breathing since this part of the dream started. As she twirled slowly in place, the sound stopped. Every man in the room held his breath and drank her in.
She’d never felt like this. She said to herself. "I am beautiful. I am desirable. Men want me, and I want them to want me. It feels delicious." All her life, she'd enjoyed her parents and her own approval of her femininity. She moved on to include men and their special kind of appreciation.
She finished the circle and smiled at all of them. They stood and clapped and yelled and stomped their feet. It was all for her.
Etienne and Veronique watched from overhead. Etienne said, "That has done it. She knows how desirable she is. Our work is done."
Veronique shook her head. "It is not done. She hasn't begun the part most important. It is quite one thing to show a girl that she is beautiful and that the mens will want her. It is another thing that she knows that the mans touch is welcome and good." Veronique raised her translucent finger and waved it in the air. "It is the difference between little girls and grown women. Grown women know what a man can do to her and likes it. That we must bring to pass right now. We must go back to the lovely Julie and give her another dream."
Julie found herself walking down the hall of an opulent hotel. She wore an expensive, exquisite light blue gown that covered very little above her waist and flowed in graceful folds down to her feet. She looked at a mirror at the end of the hall and wondered who that extraordinary woman was. She knew it was a stranger. She would have remembered anyone so sophisticated and lovely as the woman in the mirror. She kept walking and studying and thinking.
It wasn't until she was within ten feet of the mirror and raised her hand to touch her neck and the reflection did the same thing that she realized with a shock that the reflection was her own.
She tried to reconcile her own image of herself, created as she grew up, through countless pictures taken by her mother at proms and graduations, with the fully formed woman in front of her. Her grown self looked like a stranger.
Jim appeared behind her, wearing a tuxedo and looking very mature and handsome. He was serious and intense.
He put his arms around her. Julie smiled. She noticed that a good-looking man was holding the woman in the mirror. Julie and her reflection shared a feminine expression of satisfaction.
When Jim wrapped his arms around her, she'd held her arms against her chest. Jim gently pulled her arms down and moved his hands toward her chest. Julie watched them come closer. She knew they would land on her breasts. She felt a moment of alarm until she saw the woman in the mirror. Her reflection smiled in joy as her Jim cupped her breasts in his hands.
Julie let him touch her. She felt the pressure of his hands lift her breasts and move them around her chest. Warmth flowed through the rest of her body as he caressed her.
His hands left. She'd been keeping her eyes closed so she could concentrate on her feelings. She felt abandoned for a few seconds until he kissed the side of her neck.
The Jim in the mirror slid his fingers under the straps of the other Julie's gown. He lifted them and moved them away from her shoulders and down her arms. Her Jim did the same thing.
The gown dropped away from her breasts. She looked at herself with satisfaction. She knew she had good breasts and now she could show them off to Jim. Jim stood rock-still, his eyes riveted to her chest. She twisted her upper body, making her breasts sway, gracefully from side to side. The motion woke him up. He wanted to touch and hold as well was look.
She felt his masculine hands on her white skin and her senses exploded. Her eyes misted over. She caught a glimpse of the poised, attractive woman in the mirror and saw her mouth drop open in arousal.
Jim's hands left her upper body and dropped to her hips. He slowly began to gather up the material of her skirt in his hands. To Julie, it took several centuries for the hem of the gown to rise above her knees then her thighs.
Jim held her skirt around her waist and slid his hand in glacial progress inside her panties. In the mirror her reflection looked steadily back between her legs as Jim's fingers reached their goal. The woman in the mirror stepped each foot to the side, opening her legs and allowing Jim full access to her most private place.
Julie felt Jim's fingers rubbing and caressing. He generated excitement that made her head twirl. His other hand found the tip of one breast and twisted and pinched her. She felt a welcome sense of entrapment. His massive body blocked any retreat she might try to make to the rear. One arm hemmed her in on her right side. She had no escape in that direction. The hand attached to the arm held her solidly between her thighs, fingers locked on her pubic bone and a long finger exploring inside her. His other arm controlled the left side of her body and held her chest tightly against him. She felt both arms and his muscular chest cutting off flight on any side.
The hand that had been caressing her breast found her hand and brought it back behind her. It pressed her hand on a long, thick rod of firm, male erection. She reflexively closed her fingers around it and moved her hand up and down. She heard Jim moan, and the sound filled her with pride. She knew she'd caused that erection and no one else.
Nothing changed for several minutes except Julie's feelings of excitement. For the first time in her life, she wanted a male cock inside her. Not anyone's cock. She wanted Jim's. She ached for it.
Jim's hand left her breast and pushed her hand away from his trousers. He pressed both of her hands against the mirror. She shared a moment of female intimacy with the woman in the mirror until Jim distracted her by bending her over with a large, firm hand in the middle of her back.
Within seconds, she felt a truly magnificent male cock push against the entrance to her womanhood. She jumped. Jim was really big. She raised her head and saw the woman in the mirror smile, spread her feet apart and bend her knees. Julie realized she'd done the same thing. She wondered if her panties would interfere with his activities then felt her hips with one hand. Her panties had evaporated.
Jim pushed gently inside her. She gasped at the same time the woman in the mirror gasped. She closed her eyes as Jim penetrated her in one long, relentless move.
She felt completely full. Her mouth dropped open. She opened her eyes and heard the woman in the mirror and her own voice say, "Heavenly."
Jim moved back and forward again. She pushed back against his thrusts.
Her excitement rose until it leveled off. Her body accommodated Jim's cock easily. He stayed in a careful, considerate rhythm that she matched without effort. She felt sleepy and content.
Abruptly, her contentment vanished. She felt her body tense and contract. She groaned as the muscles in her chest tightened. Her body twitched as her orgasm took control of her. She felt an explosion of sensation in her core and a burst of delicious joy run through her body.
She settled down slowly, bit by bit, until she felt calm and happy. She checked. The woman in the mirror had enjoyed it as much as she had.
However, her hips still contained a stiff and determined visitor. She tensed her internal muscles and moved against him. He howled once and
grabbed her hips with both hands. He held her in place and rammed himself inside with extraordinary force and energy. He did it again and again. The woman in the mirror almost bumped the mirror with her forehead several times.
Jim howled again and penetrated her deeper than ever before and held her against him. He pumped his semen into her in great pulses. She counted. He did it eight times. She felt a warmth in her center.
Jim withdrew and walked away. Julie stood up and shook her skirt down over her legs. She smiled at the woman in the mirror and woke up.
Julie stretched and smiled. She felt delightfully feminine. Since it was Sunday, she took a long bath. She threw the yoga pants and sweat shirt she usually wore in the dirty clothes basket and dropped a short chemise over her head. It reminded her of the dress she wore in her dream. She wore nothing else. All day, she felt the silk of the chemise touch and caress her skin.
CHAPTER 10
For the next gathering, Julie changed her tactics. She chose a pretty dress that came down four inches above her knees. She'd chosen it for its scoop neckline. She remembered the dream and stood before a mirror looking at herself.
Etienne and Veronique stood directly in back of her. Veronique sighed. "I have done no good with this one. That dress won't make Jim howl like the wolves."
"The dream you gave her was perfect. It should have worked."
"Just a minute. Now, she responds."
Julie raised her skirt up her legs to mid-thigh, then higher, and turned from side to side. She had to admit she had really pretty legs from all those years of dance classes. She'd spent time and a good deal of her budget buying shoes that resembled those from her dream. She'd worn them on and off to get used to their high heels.
She took a deep breath and bent over. Her dress fell away from her chest. She looked and frowned. She could see her breasts and the bra she wore, but the bra would hardly attract a man.
Veronique said, "That bra is better done holding a water dam together."
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