Julia’s Booty: Part 3

Surviving Apartness.

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good?”

I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t

believe I came that quickly.”

“Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.”

I kind of laughed to myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, realizing that I

never got a moment to do such a simple task. Julia came up to me and put her

hands on my chest as we kissed, and her mouth was a bit salty and I soon

realized why. But I went with it. She jumped into my arms and I dropped onto an

ottoman, Julia now in my lap.

“You know what I want to do again?” I asked.

We parted lips and Julia said, “What’s that?”

“You know,” I said.

She laughed. “Now you have to say it!”

“I wanna lick your cunt.”

“Umm,” she said. “That sounds really good.”

“And,” I said, “I wanna taste your ass, too, if you’ll

let me.”

She playfully scoffed. “Dirty,” she said. “Why are you such a

bad boy?”

“You bring it out of me,” I said. “I wanna taste all of

you.”

She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and giggled under her breath.

“Naughty boy. There’s a bit of a problem, though.”

“Oh?”

Julia got off of me and stood up. She reached under her dress and wiggled her

hips, sliding her maroon panties to her ankles. Those panties had a lot of

wetness exactly where you’d expect. She carried herself with warmth and

walked to the nearest ottoman. Her back facing me, Julia looked at me over her

shoulder as she got on all fours onto the ottoman.

“I don’t think you can eat my ass,” she said. She lifted her

floral dress up and over her ass, now fully spread doggy-style, her cunt on

full display, a large sapphire-colored heart sticking out of her asshole.

“At least not with this thing in the way.” She laughed and wiggled

her ass at me.

My mouth dropped. “Wow.”

“You like it?” she asked. The sapphire was made of a sparkly

plastic.

“Uh, yeah! But I mean, what does this mean?”

Julia got up and wrapped me in her arms. “You know what it means, dude. I

want you to fuck my ass. I’ve been prepping, if you know what I

mean!!” She snorted into a laugh.

“But; I didn’t know you like ”

“ I’ve never done it,” she said. “Hear me out, okay?”

“Of course.”

“I want you, so bad,” she said. “I wanna do everything with

you. But, ya know, like I said I’m not experienced. I’ve never had

sex. So, like, when we do it, and ya know I mean do it do it, I want it to be

special.”

“I want it to be special, too.” 

“We’re sneaking around, though, ya know? This is hot. But

it’s, like…”

“You want to lose it when we don’t have to be sneaky about

it,” I said.

Julia’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! But, in the meantime, I want something.

I, like, need you in me. We’re being bad here.”

“So let’s be bad,” I said. “I get you.”

“I know you do!” she said. “That’s, like, another

thing. I’ve got, oh my god this is so embarrassing having to, like,

literally say it. I’ve got feelings for you. And I know you have them for

me.”

“I feel worse that I didn’t trust you earlier,” I said.

“I shouldn’t have got into my head so much. My lack of trust is an

insult to your judgment.”

Julia adjusted into a better posture. “Yep. It felt like that, not gonna

lie.” She played around with her fingernails.

“You deserve better than that,” I said. “I’m

sorry.”

“We deserve better than that. Think of it like a sport. If we were a

team. Our team isn’t going to work if we can’t trust our teammates.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said. 

“It’s, like, the same thing with what we’re doing here. Our

team doesn’t deserve these facilities. You know? We deserve better than

that. I want something better than that. You get me?”

“Yes.” We sat together on the ottoman and I held her hand.

“And we’re already moving so fast,” I said. “This

shouldn’t be rushed.”

“Exactly!” she said.

The warm lights in the room hummed and I felt a buzzing within. And there was

silence and a sense of equilibrium. I rubbed Julia’s light brown hand and

looked at her, and I saw her soul and  I saw the sincerity and in that

moment felt there was nothing more real than what was in front of my eyes.

“I don’t think we should fuck tonight,” I said. I felt that

perhaps an earlier version of myself wouldn’t say such a thing. That guy

would be too horny to let anything real get in his way. But fuck that guy.

“Wait, what?”

“If I fuck you in your ass right now, I mean, of course it’s

different than taking your virginity. But, isn’t it all just different

levels of intimacy? I mean, what we already did was hugely intimate. If we keep

going right now, we aren’t really shying away from much. When you said

it, it clicked for me.”

Julia looked at me blankly then sighed and smiled. “Damnit. I shouldn’t

have said anything!” She snorted again.

“It’s going to be so fucking good, though, when we do it,” I

said. “Like, I fucking promise you it’ll be wild.”

“I’ve heard stories,” she said. I playfully clenched my

teeth.

“I swear, it’ll be even better. I’m going to bring my A

game.”

Julia rubbed my shoulder and had a bit of a whimper to her expression. She

reached behind her and underneath her dress, making a funny face as she pulled

from behind. She held the ass-plug by the sapphire tip, showing me the bulbous

cone-shaped black object that had been in her ass just moments before. She

looked at it with a bit of disappointment.

“What am I going to do with this?” she said. It was black and

glossy and it was evident it had just been in her ass. I must admit to you, at

this moment, that part of the reason I was so comfortable with ending the

festivities before the parade arrived, was that I knew that ass-plug

wasn’t about to magically disappear. I stared some seduction at Julia,

who had a look of recognition.

“Bro,” she said. “So this is the legend they speak of. In the

flesh.”

“Ok, time out, who is they exactly?” I asked. Julia clapped her

hands and snickered and I moved on. I took the ass plug and held it by the

sapphire.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “I mean, I just have to take care of

this.”

“You don’t have to, like, at all dude!” She laughed

uncontrollably and gathered herself.

I looked into Julia’s eyes. “Then let me make this clear. I want

to. I fucking want this.” Julia offered her palms, as if to say, all

yours, bro. And that was all I needed. I put Julia’s ass plug to my nose

and inhaled her ass musk, as Julia herself looked at me with a crinkled

forehead and a taken-aback expression. I inhaled some more, her scent rich and

earthy and powerful.

“Oh my god, dude, you’re so kinky,” she said. “What

does it smell like?”

“It smells like ass,” I said, to a solo audience of laughter.

“But I swear, if you get over the fact it smells like that, and start,

like actually paying attention to it, it’s fucking amazing. It’s

just intoxicating in the absolute weirdest way.”

“Dude, you’re so weird,” she said. “You make me

intrigued. What the fuck.” 

I continued to sniff it, maybe only a foot away from Julia’s face. My

noises of arousal enveloped the space around us. As I began to lick her ass

plug, taking in the surprisingly neutral and slightly sweet taste, eyes closed,

I opened them to the sight of Julia on the other side of the ass plug, sniffing

what I hadn’t got to yet. Her eyes were closed and she kept sniffing

while I continued to lick. What a sight, I thought, and what a girl. She backed

off from it.

“Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that,” she said.

“Ok; I think I get it. It’s, like, kinda addictive. Like,

there’s something to it that makes me wanna keep smelling it, even though

it definitely smells funky, you frickin’ weirdo.”

I licked the wide base, where it was at its dirtiest, and I looked at Julia and

took another risk and dove in for a kiss. And in that moment right before I

fully dove in, I saw her see my intent, and I saw her close her eyes and open

her mouth a bit, willing to receive the naughtiness from my tongue. We embraced

and swirled our tongues and it didn’t have a discernible taste. And the

walls hummed with a sound of silence.

I dropped the ass plug and we started to make-out hard. Our hands were all over

each other and I was naked and Julia had nothing but her floral dress on. She

rolled me onto the ottoman and got on top, sitting on my lap just above my

cock, which was back to full energy and already dripping precum. She leaned

into me and we kissed, and I scooted back on the ottoman so I could put my feet

flat, my knees up. I reached underneath her dress, lifting it up and putting my

hand underneath her undercarriage, which was scorching hot and dripping a bit

of her wetness onto me. I grabbed my cock and started slapping my shaft hard

against her cunt and asshole, occasionally swiping the tip against her wet

labia.

“Fuck,” she said. “We need to stop.” But she started

grinding on me, bouncing her cunt against and away from the shaft of my steady

cock. I was looking into her eyes as I rubbed my shaft against her cunt lips,

sliding along them up and down, up and down. My dick would swipe past her cunt

opening, and when the head of my cock went past it, down towards her clit then

back up again, it would ever-so-slightly dip into the opening before continuing

its way up her labia towards her asshole. Julia was moaning and she was

twerking her cunt against my cock.

“We need to stop,” I said. “We need to stop.” 

Julia was twerking now in such a way that she kept pushing harder against my

shaft, so that when I continued sliding my cock up and down along her labia, I

was spelunking more and more into her cunt opening each time I’d swipe

by. At one point I held my cock, which was leaking out precum, and I pressed

the tip of my dick right up against her vagina. I just held it there and shook

my cock against her opening, pushing it just a bit, trying my best to somehow

not fuck her even though my body was doing everything it could to go against

that.

Julia hopped off of me and looked drunk with lust. She lifted her dress over

her shoulders and was completely naked now. She got back onto the ottoman and

squatted over my dick, hands on either side of my stomach. Her body was so fit

and so sexy and her tits hypnotized me with their perky perfection. I watched

her as she watched herself grab the base of my cock and intentionally lift her cunt

right over my tip. She was now doing what I did, shaking my cock’s tip

aggressively against her vaginal opening. And she looked at me like she was

begging for it, and I was so out of my mind that I couldn’t think

straight and didn’t know what to do. Julia started doing tiny squats

directly onto my tip, allowing maybe ⅓ of my cock head to dip into her cunt

and out, into and out, into and out.

“Fuck. I can’t take it,” she said. “I want you to fuck

me.”

I was gasping for air. “But what about…”

“ I know,” she said. “I’m just so fucking horny. So

fucking horny.”

“Here, turn the other way, sit on my face,” I said. “Just; sit

on my face…”

“No,” she said. “I want your cock. I want your cock.”

“If this goes in,” I said, “I’m going to fuck the shit

out of you.”

“Do it,” she said. “Please, please do it.”

“I’m going to pound your cunt like we’re rabbits.”

“Fucking do it. Fucking fuck it. I can take it. I want it.”

I grabbed her by the waist and brought her in for a kiss. We locked lips and

her tongue was maniacal, desperate to do something it didn’t even

understand. Thank goodness for that tongue. It made me realize how clouded we

both were. While we kept kissing and I kept slapping my cock against her

wanting cunt, I lifted her up a bit and slipped my sweaty back down the ottoman

in one smooth move, latching my mouth onto her cunt, my legs and cock now off

the ottoman’s edge.

Julia squealed as I moved us back to the middle of the ottoman, her on top of

me, her cunt straddling my mouth. She was cooing high-pitched yelps while she

stroked her clit up and down my tongue. She pinned my hands against the ottoman

and started grinding her cunt into my mouth aggressively.

“Oh. fuck. yeah.,” she grunted with every grind. “Oh god

that’s amazing. Oh god. Oh. my. fucking. god.”

Her cunt was delicious and so ludicrously wet that my face felt like a total

mess even though I couldn’t see it. It didn’t really matter. I was

simply happy that she was happy. And what a sight to see her happy, as she

grabbed chunks of my hair and kept swerving her cunt over my face, basically

using me to get herself off. I stuck my tongue up and we played a similar game,

albeit a safer one, where she sat her vagina onto my tongue before popping back

up. Just a little in, then out. In, then out. In and out. It tasted vaguely

salty, mostly just like skin, and the scent of strong and musky pheromones had

me begging for more.

“Uh uh uh uh uh,” she blurted as she fucked my tongue like a cock.

When I started swirling my mouth onto her clit she removed her hands from me

and pinched her nipples, tugging at them and bouncing on my face while I

suctioned her sex button.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep doing exactly

that.”

I obliged. I wasn’t quite sure exactly what I was doing, but whatever it

was, I just repeated the motions over and over and over and over the top she

went with her convulsions. Julia grunted loudly and ferociously, like she was

jizzing all over me, like a puma with a guttural roar, one that was shaking and

spazzing her cunt onto my face. And I kept going. And in little time Julia

turned her spasms into slow rolls, gliding her soaked cunt lips along my mouth,

slower and slower now, until she finally exhaled and stopped. She got off of me

and helped me up, holding my face and kissing me with the purest intent.

“Shit, dude,” she said. “You saved me. I just needed to get

that nut out.”

“You sound like a guy sometimes,” I said. She punched my arm.

“Shut up! Holy shit that was close.”

“Man, you’re not kidding,” I said. I wiped my face and it was

drenched with all types of fluids. It smelled sexy and I loved it.

The night was no longer young. We were putting clothes on when Julia stopped me

and held my hand. “Thank you. Seriously. That was, like, some legit

gentleman shit right there.”

“Of course,” I said. “To be fair I almost caved in.

You’re really persuasive!” She smiled.

“You didn’t. And that means a lot to me. To us.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her. “And when we get things

right,” I said, “there won’t be any more holding back. And

I’m not gonna be a gentleman anymore.” She leaned into me hard and

sucked on my tongue.

“I’ll be yours. All of me,” she said. As we pressed against

each other, she could feel my bulge strengthening. She reached down and gave it

a squeeze. “Let me make sure your tank is empty.”

Julia dropped to her knees and took my erection out. The room was clean and

there was a smell of sex. And she was young and brave and the ottoman was wet

with our passions.

“Oh boy,” I said.

electric happens along highway 17 towards Santa Cruz. At a certain point the

need for speed gives way to a slow coasting along the swerve of the roads. The

trees tower over, and your eyes can't help but take in the scenery. The trees

sway along the hills, the forestry drowns in abundance, and the air is crisp

and pungent. Another swerve and the entire scene hits you again. Soon enough

from the hills and forestry and the air crisp and pungent, the natural world

becomes all that you know. And that’s when the electricity emerges, a

sort of prickling deep within, awakening yourself from eons ago, telling you

that you’ve finally come home.

But this electricity is fragile and fleeting. And soon enough there are

blinking red lights and green signs in Clearview font and cars in caravan, and

that old friend goes into hibernation as the city hums with a fluorescent hue.

As I approached the city of Santa Cruz in the middle of a clear April day, I

carried some of that residual electricity with me. I was excited to be on a

little vacation and leave my day-to-day behind. And of course, I was excited to

visit Julia.

It had been almost seven months since we’d seen each other in person. A

lot can happen in seven months. I’ve been told that the key to a

successful long distance relationship is a commitment to daily communication.

In that respect, we had succeeded. We were on the phone every day and zoomed at

least once per week, despite my job, and despite her classes and traveling for

tennis. But it still stinks. That feeling after those zoom sessions sinks your

soul and makes you ache. It’s especially hard when what you have together

isn’t exactly defined as a relationship.

Thinking back to my own experiences, I remembered what it was like at her age,

especially those first couple years. You’re supposed to step beyond the

life you previously knew. Experience new things. Experience new people. Have

some serious fun and never get too serious, except for your classes. I wanted

all of this for Julia, and at times felt guilty that I was tying her down

because of our attachment to each other. I carried these concerns within as I

found a guest parking lot in the heart of the campus.

UC Santa Cruz, where the world is your oyster and smells like it too. There

were banana slugs all around but not the type you’d find in the woods.

The day was beautiful and the ocean breeze complimented the heat. I wore a

loose white button-down, untucked, with flip-flops and sunglasses. Even though

I was a bit older than these banana slugs, I was gifted with some of those good

anti-aging genes. Combine that with my tattoos and I blended in just fine on

campus.

But I showed my cards soon enough, getting lost in search of Julia’s

dorm. I ate crow and approached a couple guys, one of whom was carrying a

watermelon.

“Let me guess. There’s vodka in there,” I said.

“Bruh. We’re about to carve it,” said the guy with the

watermelon. “Step 1.”

“Tradition, baby,” I said. “Hey can you guys guide me towards

Biko House? I’m lost.”

Watermelon’s friend got me on the right track. He wore a Hawaiian shirt

that would have been seen as tasteful if he was on the islands. The boys were

energetic and fun and the hills were lush with green grass. Thinking about

those young men and their stupid adventures got me thinking some more about

Julia. I imagined that Julia ran into plenty of boys like the watermelon bros,

as well as a spectrum of others w