by Angela Blake
After an hour and a half of practice they were too exhausted to do anything else but rest in the living room. Julie noticed that Chace still had the big painting she bought for his birthday a few years ago. It was hanging above the hearth.
“Hey, you still have the Lodle,” I pointed it out to him as we sat back down on the couch. He sat beside me and brought us a bowl of potato chips to snack on.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I couldn’t get rid of it. You know the day you gave it to me is my favorite birthday party ever? Like seriously, Jules, I keep thinking about that day all the time.”
Julie took a handful of chips and munched. “Really? Was it because of the sex we had in the laundry room or the kinky stuff we did after?”
A naughty smirk creased his face and he playfully raised his eyebrows. “You know you look so hot when you’re sucking my cock with a blindfold around your eyes and a collar on your neck?”
She laughed and nudged him with her elbow. “Shut up. That was a one-time thing.”
Chace laughed too but he didn’t stop at all. “There’s that thing you do with your tongue, you know, that just makes my dick harder. Like fuck, Jules, it makes me want to tie you down against the door, stand in front of you, and like face-fuck you until you drool and all my cum just blows out from your mouth.”
“Oh my fucking God, Chace,” Julie’s mouth went wide and she smacked him on the shoulder. “Stop it, I’m serious. It’s disturbing and it’s turning me on maybe more than it should.”
“Yeah it is?”
Chace was teasing her more than she thought he would. Already she could feel the warm moisture between her legs and the tension in her chest was tingling more than ever. That was when she realized her breath was getting shorter and raspier. That was when she noticed she had one reaching down between her legs and she knew Chace could see it too.
“Babe, get over here and fucking kiss me,” Julie instructed right as she slid her hand underneath her clothes and began to gently caress the soft flesh of her womanhood. A soft mew of a moan escaped her lips and her eyes narrowed with desire burning within them.
Chace did not disappoint and before she knew it he was right on top of her, his hand on her breast and his lips pressing down on hers. The warmth of his passion was flooding her senses and Julie began to feel a little overwhelmed with the weight of his attack. It was drowning. It was suffocating. It was intoxicating and damn did she love every second of it.
Their bodies melted together, fitting like two pieces to a puzzle, and for the first time in a long time Julie felt like her weight wasn’t an issue. She felt free and it allowed her to be as wild and as passionate as she wanted.
Buzz!
In a fraction of a second, in one single moment, all that freedom and beauty of the moment evaporated like it never ever existed. Chace had to step away from her for a moment and dug his hand into his pocket. To Julie’s chagrin, he pulled out his phone and in another moment or two he was seated, his back against the couch rest, thumbing through the messages on his phone.
Julie sat up and made no effort to hide her dismay. “Really? You’re going to bury your face in your phone instead of ripping my clothes off? I wonder what my pussy tastes like. Oh, that’s right, you’re not going to find out because I’m not going to let you have a go at it if you’re going to shrug it off in favor of your phone.”
Chace looked at her real quick and then tossed his phone off to the side when he realized Julie was not kidding around. She was mad, with her arms crossed and her lips pursed tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he scooted back to her side. Chace gave her a peck on the cheek and then on the neck, hoping she would melt right back into his arms. “I didn’t mean to. I was just worried that maybe it was something important.”
“Please don’t ever do that again,” Julie told him. “I don’t want us to repeat the same mistakes that tore us apart. I love you, Chace, I do and I don’t want us to be ripped apart because of our stupid decisions.”
Chace shook his head but she noticed a sudden flare of anger in his expression. “Me checking my phone while we’re making out and you sleeping with someone to comfort your self-esteem are two very different things. Don’t try to equate those two on the same ground because one is clearly more severe than the other.”
Julie knew when she was being savaged and she wasn’t going to let this one down. “Chace, don’t try to bring this back down on me. We were all fine and dandy until you had to remind me of all the bullshit from the past because you couldn’t let go of your phone and make out with me.”
“Jules, I’m sorry,” Chace clearly didn’t want to keep fighting with her. “Let’s just forget about this. Want to binge-watch something on Netflix or something?”
Julie sighed but instead of getting really pissed off she just shut her eyes, calmed herself, and nodded in agreement. She then scooted closer and he wrapped his arm around her.
“Sure, as long as I get to pick what we’re watching,” she relented. “I don’t want anything scary or traumatic. No romantic-comedies either.”
“Gee, that severely limits our options,” Chace responded as he reached for the remote control for the TV. “How about we go with a dumb but entertaining action flick, eh, Jules?”
She laughed and cuddled into his arms, resting her head on his chest. He snuggled her in warmly, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and allowed them to finally have a moment together, free from the distractions of his work.
Chapter Eight
“Where are you going?” Chace asked when he awoke and realized Julie was already out of the bed, halfway dressed. She was putting on her shoes and fixing up her makeup by the time he sat up.
“I need to get back and help Mel and Ned,” she answered. “There’s a big wedding coming up and I need to start talking to the hotel the bride and groom are going to stay in.”
Chace bit down on his lip, stared at her real hard, and then got out of the bed, allowing the blanket to fall to the floor. Exposed, he was in plain sight for Julie to see and she definitely felt her gaze draw towards the sight of his gorgeous, muscle-bound body. With his hair getting long and the muscles rippling across his chest and abs, Chace somewhat reminded her of an even steamier version of Fabio, if that was even possible.
Of course, the sight of his humongous toy dangling between his legs made her nearly drool in excitement. It was getting hard with just the way she stood there and stared at it. To further entice her, Chace reached down and began to stroke his member. He started slowly but as his erection got stiffer his pumps got faster.
“Stop it!” Julie shouted with a big smile on her face. She was giggling and she did try to cover her eyes but she couldn’t help but gasp and peek at him. “Oh my God, Chace, stop it. You’re making me wet here. Don’t blame me if I suck you out dry and then some.”
Chace smiled and slowed down with his strokes. He didn’t let go, however. “Babe, your pretty little mouth around this is like an advanced Christmas gift no matter how you put it.”
Julie laughed and walked over to give his cock a luscious kiss on the head, leaving a mark from her red lipstick. She then got back up and gave Chace a lick on his lips. “Call me, okay? I’ll let you know when we’re done with work and that jazz.”
“You better, girl, we still have practice to finish,” Chace pointed out as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You take care now.”
Julie reached down and gave his cock a sudden squeeze before she turned around to head out for the door. “I love you, Chace Matthews.”
“I love you too, Julie Evans.”
More than content, Julie gave one more kiss and then headed out. She had to take the bus back to their apartment but when she did get home she found Melissa at the living room, on her laptop, sorting through their work documents.
Melissa spotted her first the moment Julie walked in and she let out this really long, low whistle. “Damn, you look like you just won the lottery. Was the sex really that good?”
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Julie burst out laughing. “You know how good those donuts are from Old Philly’s?”
“No freaking way,” Melissa feigned shock. “Those donuts are the very definition of the phrase ‘better than sex’ so you better have something to backup such a bold claim.”
Julie sat beside Melissa and stared at the laptop. “That’s the couple? Wow, the groom looks like he belongs in a zombie movie.”
“I know right? He could easily win best zombie of the year award with those freaking eyebrows.”
“Zombie? I was hoping he’d play the rotting corpse of a guy with his brains already munched on. Imagine it: you can start with an establishing shot showing a bunch of plague-ridden rats munching on his open skull before the focus shifts to the background where a band of survivors are busy shooting at a bunch of fast-moving undead.”
Melissa laughed and set aside her laptop for a moment. She then looked at Julie one more time and commented. “Honestly though, you really are glowing, you know that? Whatever it is you’re doing there with Chace it’s working. You look like a million bucks.”
“It’s the sex.”
“Of course it is,” Melissa echoed. “See, now you want that lingerie I showed you a while back, huh? Told you you’ll need it the day you remember what a man is.”
Julie snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, you did explain what guys were. I just wasn’t sure about it because it sounded like a dream. I thought those things were fantasies or at the very least some kind of evil abomination. Why do big cocks and big muscles have to go with little brains and giant egos?”
Melissa shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “Because if it were otherwise then they’d be a girl and we can’t have that happening. We need to fuck and while I can swing the other way I still need a big, thick, juicy dick.”
“Serious needs for desperate times,” Julie lamented with a serious tone. “Well, anyway, let’s get down to business. I want to finish this job so I can go back to paradise for a bit and spend more time with Chace.”
Melissa agreed and took her laptop again so she could continue on researching for the event they were organizing. She then feigned to sob and shed a tear. “This is it. You’re finally ready to leave the cuckoo nest. How quickly you’ve grown.”
“You have trained me well,” Julie patted her on the shoulder. “I will do you proud.”
“Go then, padawan, you’re now truly ready. Just remember the usual tip: when all else fails, moan loudly.”
They both laughed but Julie understood the underlying truth in their conversation. It was time to let go of her attachment with Melissa for a bit and try committing herself once again to Chace. It was risky, especially since she and Chace did get hurt before, but it was a risk that she knew was well worth trying. Knowing this, she got to work.
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A good three days has passed and Julie found herself lying on the bed staring at her phone at 4 AM. Two days ago she was awake at this hour, busy chatting with Chace. Yesterday she was awake at this hour but their conversation was not as active as it was the previous night. This time, however, there wasn’t a single message at all. Chace last messaged her at around midnight but she knew he was still awake because his icon indicated he was still online, just not active.
“Hold on, I’m just going to finish up this last bit of work for my client,” read the last message he sent her. “It’s just a short code for the homepage. I love you.”
That was four hours ago. He was still online but he hadn’t messaged her yet. Julie pondered about it and for a good long hour she debated on whether or not she should message him first. Maybe he was asleep but his messenger app could still be on. Maybe he fell asleep with his phone in his hand.
She wouldn’t know for sure until she sent him a message. The only problem with that idea was that there was the off-shoot chance that Chace might be awake and he’d get annoyed with her constant bugging. Chace was the kind of guy who didn’t particularly like being bugged whenever he was working and she learned that the hard way throughout their years being together. Now that they were working things out and getting back, she didn’t want to ruin everything by turning into the nagging bitch yet again.
And so she waited until at long last, by 6 AM, it was too much to bear and she decided to let it slide. Julie fell asleep and didn’t wake up until much later in the day. When she did open her eyes, she was surprised to see Chace did message her but it was around noon.
“Better late than never,” she whispered to herself when she read his greeting. It was so casual too, like he didn’t even guess how she had been waiting for him. She let it go since there was no way he could have known she’d stay up at night waiting for him.
When she and Chace met up the following day she didn’t bring it up. They spent the day out watching a movie and dining in one of the fancier parts of town. It was one of those moments when Julie felt grateful they had a lot of clients recently because it gave her the cash she needed to pay for something like this. The last thing she needed was to feel even more reliant on Chace.
Yet even during their date she noticed Chace was constantly on his phone, checking work and talking to clients. She knew he was always busy and that he wasn’t just ignoring her. However, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being pushed away. This was exactly what drove her over the edge last time.
Today, however, she hoped she could finally spend real quality time with him. She dropped by his place to continue practicing their dance and this time around she decided to dress up in a way that would really keep his eyes on her. Julie arrived at his place wearing a jet black top with a dangerously low neckline that showcased the full breath of her cleavage and then paired it with a skirt that was just begging for a strong gust of wind to blow and expose her.
Chace definitely noticed how sexy she was in her outfit and made it very clear the moment she stepped into his home. “Jules, you continue to impress to this day. I don’t know if we should be busting our moves on the dance floor or in the bedroom.”
“If I do a little dance on my own, right here, would you be able to make up your mind?” Julie asked as a follow-up. “Hint: the right answer is to pick me up and bang me in the bedroom.”
Chace laughed and he took her by the hand. Contrary to their little joke, however, he did pursue teaching her more regarding their dance. In no more than fifteen minutes he had Julie tapping away and doing the Cha-cha.
“There you go,” he commented during the middle of their practice. They were doing the basic moves while occasionally letting her twirl during the back steps. “See? You’re getting the hang of it. We’ll perfect this tonight and then tomorrow we’ve got to practice the two big highlights. Once we get those two set and done we’re ready for the reunion party.”
Julie broke off from his hold and then rushed over to her small handbag. “Oh, speaking of the party. I know we’re not supposed to exchange Christmas gifts yet but I figured this one we can do early.”
“Hey, that’s unfair,” Chace protested. “I didn’t know we’re exchanging gifts today. I don’t have anything ready unless if you count a good time in bed an extraordinary gift. If that’s the case then babe, you know I’m ready.”
That got Julie smiling. She could feel the warmth of satisfaction just filling her insides when she heard him say that. It felt so good to hear Chace say these things again. She thought she would never get the chance given what she did to him before. She thought he would always be mad at her.
From her handbag she produced a small brown bag. It had no Christmas decorations or any of the usual ribbons and greeting card on it. It looked like a regular, plain, old brown bag. She handed it to Chace.
“A good time in bed is exactly what the doctor ordered,” she told him with a naughty smile on her face.
Chace opened the bag and found the kinkiest little lingerie piece inside. Along with it were a red gag ball and some pink fur handcuffs. There was a note as well.
“Will you have me for Chris
tmas, handsome?” the note read.
Chace glanced back at Julie and rushed up to give her a kiss on the lips. He said no words and allowed his tongue to tell her exactly how he felt. Before she knew it her lips had parted and their tongues clashed and danced within her mouth. The warmth of his breath and the intensity of his body pressing down against hers were sending her mind off the edge. It was like every inch of her was being electrified but somehow in a very good, very relaxing way. It was as if she was intoxicated by something beyond alcohol and the like.
“O-oh, I guess we’re doing this first then,” she exclaimed when she felt Chace press his hips against her and immediately she felt his erection. He was hard and ready for some action.
“Oh, you know it. I’m addicted to you Jules. I always have been and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
The words were like music to her ears.
“Want me to put it on now?” she asked. As she stood there she wiggled her bum and seductively gestured with a finger for him to step in closer. Chace crept towards and he did hand her the bag.
“I’d love it,” he answered. “After all this time you still find ways to surprise me, Jules. Who would’ve guessed you’ve got a kinky side to you?”
Julie laughed but she did point out a reasonable answer to that. “Melissa would.”
“She doesn’t count. You two talk to each other all the time it must be like talking to your own reflection.”
Julie shook her head. “I’m just… plain old me. Melissa is a constantly moving ball of fire. I still don’t know where she gets all that energy of hers and it’s even more puzzling given how she’s even bigger than I am!”
“That’s true,” Chace agreed. “Mel can be one heck of an entertainer with her machine gun mouth and her never-ending supply of puns.”
Julie took the bag and first took out the lingerie piece. It was a one-piece babydoll nightgown and the beauty was that the cups for the breasts could be ripped off. There was also a portion at the bottom that could be detached, giving Chace easy access to her without having to take off the whole attire.