I could just devour her as I whisper in her ear, “If we didn’t just have sex I would have you back in the sack for another round.”
In her room she stands there, looking hot wearing underwear as she searches her closet finally asking, “What are we doing today?”
“I’m hungry. Let’s grab some breakfast, and then we can figure out what else to do.” I respond as I watch Juliette dress in Lycra running pants and a running shirt. Damn, I’m going to thank the guy who invented that material. I pull on the jeans I wore yesterday and a clean Henley.
Poised to open her bedroom door Juliette’s tells me, “I need something to drink. We have some juice in the kitchen.” I nod in agreement, as I follow her into the kitchen where she pours a glass of juice for each of us. Finishing our drinks her roommate’s boyfriend enters the living room, finds his sneakers, and sits down on the couch to tie them up.
Being a decent guy, I greet him, “Good morning.”
He looks up, giving cursory nod as he double-checks the two of us out. Shooting me a knowing look, I’m sure he just heard our bathroom fun. As he leaves, I internally shake my head.
Placing my juice glass in the sink I give Juliette eye contact, “Friendly guy. I take it he heard us in the shower.”
Nodding she adds, “I think that’s the friendliest he’s ever been.”
Not wanting to talk about Luke, I tip my head to the door, “Go grab your jacket, I need to eat.”
We grab a bite a couple blocks away, then check out the local farmers market, picking up food for lunch and dinner. She then makes us stop at the Mountain View General Store, a funky little store with lots of locally made crafts. Juliette makes me buy a Mountain View sweatshirt. Smiling, she says, “Now you’re a local.”
Arriving back at Juliette’s, her roommate Cassie makes an appearance. I’ve only seen her on TV and of course the larger than life size picture on the dining room wall. She struts into the kitchen wearing Lycra pants and a Lycra top that’s so form fitting it leaves nothing to my imagination. Real life Cassie has nothing on any picture. She’s the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen. Her body is perfect. Her face is amazing. Her bone structure, flawless features, and porcelain skin look to be chiseled out of marble. She exudes sexuality and confidence. I’m just floored when she gives me a flirty smile that reeks of pure sex.
“I take it I didn’t imagine someone was having sex in your bathroom this morning?” she says in a way that just oozes pheromones.
Extending my hand I introduce myself, “I’m Nate.”
Looking at my hand she raises one eyebrow and coolly exclaims, “I’m Cassie.” Turning her gaze onto Juliette, “I have sex-dar; I always know when someone’s having sex.”
Cassie’s breathtakingly beautiful and she has amazing sexual charisma. My college self would be dumping Juliette right now to screw Cassie. But, my adult self has better impulse control. I’m also no longer interested in hooking up, and Cassie doesn’t seem to be a safe bet for any form of relationship. What’s obvious is Cassie is manipulative—using sex for control. She definitely is trying to fuck with Juliette’s head right now by flirting with me. Juliette says they’ve been best friends since childhood. I wonder what little game Cassie is playing and why Juliette stays around.
Chuckling, I make sure Cassie gets the message strong and clear by pulling Juliette in front of me. Wrapping my arms around Juliette, I make sure Cassie realizes her pass is not going anywhere. “Then, your sex-dar must have been on high alert this weekend.” I bend down and kiss the sweet spot between Juliette’s shoulder and neck eliciting a sweet little giggle.
Cassie raises her eyebrows and gives Juliette a sly smile, “I’m making a shake, want some?”
Juliette squishes up her noes in disgust, “I’ll pass on drinking liquid grass.”
This makes me chuckle.
She continues with, “Where’ve you been? I don’t think I’ve seen you since last weekend.”
Cassie pulls out a bunch of green things from the refrigerator, “Mostly at Luke’s, I’ve been hanging with a couple of the girlfriends. I’m meeting them at noon for a little pre-game tailgating party.”
As Juliette and I leave the kitchen Cassie asks in a normal, not flirty voice, “Hey, have you heard from Jack recently?”
Juliette stops, I can feel a different kind of energy out of her as she responds, “It was after Thanksgiving, maybe Sunday or Monday. Why?”
Rolling her eyes, “No one’s heard from him in a while. Since you two are pen pals, I figured I’d ask.”
Who the hell is Jack? This woman is messing with Juliette. She’s talking about him right in front of me for a reason. Is Jack some boyfriend who’s still in the picture? Taking care of business upfront, I sit down on Juliette’s bed pulling her onto my lap. After kissing her I ask, “Who’s Jack?”
Juliette smiles and casually answers, “Cassie’s older brother. He’s in the army. Knowing him he’s doing something ridiculously dangerous. We’ve been pen pals for years.”
“Did you date Jack?”
“Jack?” Juliette says surprised, “That would be like dating a brother. We didn’t even get along growing up.” She then shakes her head, “No, after he signed up for the Army I started sending him silly emails. He’s has a strained relationship with his parents and Cassie isn’t much on writing, so I kind of keep him connected to home.”
Good, so this Jack might have something for Juliette but she’s not part of it. Still, I don’t understand what game Cassie’s playing. Moving on I tell her, “A hike would be nice. Where can we go?”
She tips her head to think, then answers, “Well, Rancho’s the closest.”
“Rancho it is,” I say with conviction.
Getting off my lap, Juliette opens her closet. Pulling out a pair of sneakers, “You run right?” Nodding in response, she continues, “How about a trail run instead of a hike? If we get tired then we can turn it into a hike.”
“That works, but we’ll need to stop at my place so I can get the right gear.”
The two of us head out to my place; I get on my running clothes and pack up my street clothes for later. Juliette directs me to Rancho explaining how you need to idle at the mouth of the parking lot while you wait for a space to open up. About five minutes after we choose a row to idle at, a white SUV idles behind us. It takes another five minutes before two guys walk down the path and get into their car. As the red tail lights on their car comes on, the women idling behind us starts maneuvering her car around us.
“Oh, no she doesn’t!” Juliette yells as she darts out of my car running right in front of the white car. The guys pull out and Juliette directs me to move into the spot. Parking quickly, I jump out of my car just in time to hear Juliette scolding the women in the white SUV, “You should know better. Don’t cut in line.”
Grabbing her arm, I walk her out of the parking lot. “Shit, I thought you were going to beat her up.” I chuckle inside. I like them feisty and Juliette is definitely that.
Giving me a startled look Juliette responds, “Me? I’ve never hit anyone.” She then narrows her eyes as she continues, “But, that woman really pissed me off. She was waiting behind us so she knows the protocol. She just didn’t want to wait her turn. I bet she lives in Los Altos. Los Altos SUV driving women act so entitled.”
“I thought you grew up in Los Altos.”
“That’s how I know,” she says with big-eyed innocence.
She’s been so sweet, I forget what a little terror she can be, “Do you act this scrappy at work?” I joke.
She shakes her head and answers in a serious voice, “Not yet, I’m so junior I haven’t yet learned enough of the ropes to say anything.”
We start off running at a slow pace. As we warm up and feel each other out our pace picks up. As Juliette picks up the pace again, I realize she just doesn’t have an off switch, she’s going to burn herself out halfway through this run. Trying to keep her at a reasonable pace I say, “Hey, hotshot, p
lease don’t kill yourself out here. You might be only a little bit of a thing but I still don’t want to have to carry you back to the car.”
She flashes me an annoyed look, “I’m fine.”
“Oh, I know your fine,” as I look over at her hot ass. “How about you do this for me, run a little slower for me.” Man, it’s like soccer with her and the other little terror. She just tears into exercise with no thought to her own well-being. Trying again to get her to take it down a notch I plead, “Juliette, how about you don’t kill yourself on the run. I have some ideas of how we can spend the rest of the day and you bonking on a run doesn’t fit in.”
This last plea actually works as we take a nice single-track path. Making her run a head I get to finish my run while checking out her hot ass.
Chapter 22 – Football Game
Back at her place, we eat lunch on the living room ottoman as we watch the football game on TV. Cassie is spotlighted again, though I’m not surprised, she is magnificent. When Cassie comes up on the screen I tell Juliette, “I don’t think I’ve ever met two people who are as polar opposite as you and Cassie.”
Juliette chuckles and nods, “Yeah, but our friendship works.”
“Until she started flirting and strutting around in front of me this morning.” An upset looks flashes across her face as I continue, “Juliette, I wasn’t born yesterday. She heard us in the kitchen; she came strutting out wearing almost nothing and then she was hitting on me. Come on, when a guy isn’t around she doesn’t dress and act like that.”
Running my finger down her soft cheek, “You weren’t very happy with her behavior. I didn’t miss that either.”
Juliette’s brow is knit as I give her my observation. She leans her face into my hand as I finish up. Cassie might be shockingly beautiful but she doesn’t hold a candle to sweet Juliette as I tell her, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t fuck her with his dick,” I say, pointing to some random guy on TV.
At halftime, I pull Juliette into the bathroom. As she undresses, I realize that I don’t want a quickie, I want to watch the rest of the game. Then I want to take my time making love to my new girl. As she towels off from our quick shower I get a great idea. The picture of her wearing that red shirt is seared into my brain. Even better than seeing her on TV wearing that shirt, I’m going to get her to wear it today as we watch the game.
Juliette gives me a surprised look from my request. She rolls her eyes, chuckles, and then shrugs as she goes back into her room to change her top. I sit on the couch waiting for my hot girl to appear. As she enters the living room, I think to myself, who gives a shit about some football game when I have a girl that looks like this. Juliette naturally has this sweet way of holding her head, making her look demure. Combined with her rocking body and this sexy shirt it just knocks me out. Pulling her onto my lap, I can’t keep my hands off her breasts.
She giggles, and then jokes, “I thought you wanted to wait until after the game?”
“This shirt is hot, or should I say you’re hot in this shirt.” I bury my face into her large, perky breasts.
“What is it with this T-shirt?” she asks with a squeal.
Kissing her deeply I finally pull up for air, “I just couldn’t get you out of my head after I saw you on TV last month. All my fantasies had you wearing this T-shirt.”
Rolling her eyes, she sarcastically tells me, “You’re missing the game.”
“Yeah, well I’ve never followed these teams, but this shirt.” I then get an even better idea, “Take off your bra and let me see you braless in the shirt.”
“Really?” She says with her nose all squinted up in surprise.
Taking matters into my own hands, I pull off her shirt and bra. Damn, her tits are amazing, I think as I palm them and take a suck of one of her nipples. As she laughs and pulls away, I hand her the T-shirt to put back on.
She gets a devious look on her face as she gets up and leaves the room. Now I wonder what she has in store for me. She comes back wearing the shirt without a bra but carrying her computer. My eyes are glued to her. How many minutes can I stare at her before I take her?
Setting up her computer on the far side of the ottoman from me she raises an eyebrow as she tells me, “I’m checking e-mail, you can look, but I’ve decided you can’t touch till after the game is over.” Then she gives me a flirty smile as she stretches her hands over her head.
“This is going to be a long fourth quarter,” I tell her as I look at that hot, tight body. “Just looking at you in that shirt makes my mind conjure up some really wild things we can do,” I tell her.
“Keep fantasizing over there, buddy,” she says with a smirk.
The second the fourth quarter is over I tackle her. Now I get to live some of my fantasies on her roommate’s nice soft rug.
Chapter 23 – Booty Calls
In the morning, I realize that I won’t see her for five days. It’s just too long. I’ve read that new relationships have the same effect on your brain as obsessive-compulsive disorder. That sure is the case with me; I obsessively and compulsively want to screw Juliette. As I get ready to leave I ask, “I don’t want to wait till Friday to see you again. Can you work in a late dinner?”
She shakes her head, “Saturday you said you would be done at two but actually showed up at four. I think your being way too optimistic to think that you can make dinner. Why don’t we just plan on a mid-week booty call?”
What? Juliette is the best girlfriend ever. There has to be a hitch to this. Skeptically I ask, “You’re cool with a booty call?”
“If all I get is a booty call, no, not at all. If you show up drunk at midnight, you’re going to get a door slammed in your face. But we spent the entire weekend together. We’re both busy. Hopefully we’ll spend next weekend together. If we want to see each other during the work week we’ll need to be happy with a late night booty call, right?”
“Your way too logical,” I say. Now I wonder out loud, “When does crazy come out?”
“Oh, jumping out of the car and yelling at a woman wasn’t crazy enough for you?” she says with a laugh.
“A guy would do something like that. When do you get all emotionally crazy?” I question.
Juliette shakes her head as she replies, “Remember this conversation the day before my period. Except if you call me emotionally crazy, then I’ll probably cut off your balls.”
As I kiss her goodbye in her garage I tell her, “This was a very good weekend. I’ll text you and we can figure out when I get my booty call.”
We get together on Tuesday.
Pushing my luck I text her on Thursday.
Me: Do I get a booty call tonight?
Juliette: Only if I get to choose tonight’s position.
Damn, I almost get a hard on from reading that text. How am I going to concentrate for the rest of the day knowing what’s in store for me tonight?
At Juliette’s house, she meets me at the door wearing only a big, soft robe, then with a secret smile sends me off to bed. Wondering what she’s up to, I strip down, pull my phone and condoms out of my bag and wait for her to come back.
It’s easy to tell she hasn’t had a lot of sexual partners, but I like her sweet naivety. Now I’m curious what she has in mind. As I wait to see what she’s going to do she gets a nervous smile on her face. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should just take over. Then her robe falls off her shoulders exposing her rocking naked body. Strutting over to me she looks insecure and sexy all in one shot. I reach my hand out to bring her close.
She surprises me by saying, “No, this is my turn. You only get to touch me when I tell you to touch me.”
Damn, my own little dominatrix, which just knocks me out as I lean back and decide to enjoy the show. She then proceeds to slowly go down on me. She’s so tentative that I don’t think she’s ever done this before, but I’m not about to stop her since it feels so good and being her first is thrilling. For a rookie, I’ve got to give her credit, she has natur
al ability since she sure figures out where and how to touch me. Before I actually blow she impales herself on my cock and we’re off for an amazing round of sex with her on top. Then again, the word amazing just doesn’t cut it. Juliette and I have this great natural rhythm when screwing; I don’t think Mariana and I were ever this good together. Afterwards, I wrap my arms around her and hold on to her tight.
Chapter 24 – Holiday Party
On Saturday when I pick Juliette up for the doctor dinner she’s ready, even her coat is on. I’m glad she’s being a good sport; then again I’m going to her party next week. I’m sure the guys where she works have seen the pictures of her at the football game and at least a few had the same reaction as me. My goal at her party is to make sure those guys know she’s taken.
Arriving at my boss’s house we’re greeted by his wife. A server takes Juliette’s coat and I just about fall over. She looks like Jessica Rabbit and I must look like an idiot cartoon with my eyes popping and my tongue hanging. Her hair is up and she’s wearing high heels and a tight black dress. This look is a huge departure from what she normally wears. She looks amazing, elegant, classy, but sexy as hell. The dress is low-cut showing off her amazing rack, but it has this mesh top, which makes it look like you really shouldn’t be seeing her breasts which just makes looking at them even hotter.
As we walk into the living room, I wonder how I’m going to make it the whole night without touching her. Introducing her to the other doctors I find out that she’s the perfect date; polite, friendly, and comfortable in this environment. Leaving her side to get each of us a drink, I get caught up in shaking hands and hellos with my new colleagues. Being the new guy; I need to make a good impression, since I want these guys to work with me. Looking back over at Juliette she’s perched on the large ottoman surrounded by the wives. She looks over her shoulder at me; I get the perfect shot of her slim waist, elegant neck, and large dark eyes as she gives me a secret smile. Damn, I think I’m in love as I smile back loosing track of the conversation I’m in. The other doctor follows my gaze, as he checks out Juliette he gives me a knowing nod. Finally breaking away from him I bring her the glass of wine I promised ages ago.
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