“I didn’t know that you were married,” she said, “you never told me.”
“You never asked,” I responded, but it was with a kind smile, and she grinned.
“That’s true,” she said quietly, “I didn’t want you to be married.”
“What?” I asked, confused, but Julie just looked at me and then grinned wider.
“You’ve seen this,” she announced, and pulled her shirt straight up over her head and off without undoing the buttons. I smiled.
“And these,” she said reaching behind to unclip her bra, and then dropping it off her spectacular tits. I smiled wider and nodded.
“And this,” she said, slipping her skirt down over her hips revealing a cute pair of pink panties.
“And beautiful they all are,” I finally responded.
“But not this,” she said finally as her underwear met the pavers.
I just moaned my appreciation. Her pussy was trimmed around the edges, but most of it still had a healthy but quite light covering of black pubic hair. For a while I went through a phase where I preferred women who shave entirely, but I was now back to wanting some hair down there. Let’s just say I don’t like a barren landscape and I don’t like a massive jungle, I like a nice neat and tidy garden. Julie’s was exactly what I liked.
“Perfect,” I said, echoing my thoughts.
“Really?” Julie asked dubiously.
“Really,” I confirmed.
“You don’t think I should shave? Toni shaves…” Julie said, and then stopped as if she had said something wrong. Neither of us had mentioned Toni since my blow job, and I sensed there might have been a story there somewhere.
“I prefer exactly what you have right there,” I said sincerely, looking straight into Julie’s eyes.
“Good,” Julie said, “now fuck me Darren, I’m horny and I want it now.”
I looked carefully at Julie. She had said what I wanted to hear, but there was something wrong in the way she said it.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, even less convincing with that line.
“You’re scared,” I said, fairly sure I was on the right track.
“No I’m not.” Her denial was too quick and too forced. I stared at her for a moment.
“How many times in your life have you had sex?” I asked her, thinking I might know what the issue was.
“I, uh… er… three,” she stammered.
“Uh huh,” I said, “did you enjoy it?” Julie hung her head.
“No,” she admitted, “it hurt like… er…” Her head dropped further as she realised what she was saying. I shouldn’t have laughed, but I did.
“Like fuck,” I said eventually. She looked up at me and she had tears running down her face.
“It was awful,” she said.
“So why are you doing this?” I asked.
“The bet… the screens..” her voice trailed off again. I knew then that I was on the verge of doing something that was much closer to rape than I ever wanted to be involved in. I decided on humour as my approach, and I put my hands under her chin and lifted her face to mine.
“I’ll bet you the rest of our bet that this North Melbourne supporter can make you enjoy what those nasty Collingwood supporters made you hate,” I said, grinning.
“Huh?”
“If my making love to you hurts enough at any time to make you ask me to stop, I will stop,” I explained, “and then I’ll change the rest of the screens back and we are square.” Julie looked into my eyes.
“What do you get from this bet if you win?” she asked.
“I get to have sex with you,” I replied, “an astoundingly beautiful young woman.”
“You already get that and more. You have to get something new,” she said stubbornly. “What else do you want?” I had to think quickly.
“OK, if I am right and you actually enjoy this then I get a bonus extra blowjob, just from you, and an extra fuck as well after this bet is completed.” I suggested.
“I can’t really lose can I?” she said, nodding her agreement, “but I know it’s going to…” I kissed her before she could get the words out. It was a very long and very passionate kiss, and she tensed up at first and then she relaxed and kissed me back.
“No,” I finally said after pulling my mouth off hers, “you can’t lose, but neither can I.”
With that I picked Julie up and laid her gently on the sunbathing lounge.
“Just close your eyes and don’t say a thing,” I whispered, and her eyes flicked shut.
I kissed her face then, starting on her closed eyelids and working my way around everything I could reach. I nibbled her ears, making her giggle, and I finally kissed my way down her throat and worked down to her tits. I already knew they were very sensitive, so I licked and sucked them until she had an orgasm, and then I gently placed a hand on her pussy and kept sucking those incredible tits.
Her tenseness that I had felt when I put my hand on her pussy seemed to fade as I got her going again, and I gently sought out her little pleasure button with a finger. She groaned when I found it, and her eyes opened.
“You like?” I asked, taking a short break from sucking a very erect nipple.
“Ooh yeah.” She replied, and her eyes flickered and then closed again as she surrendered to her feelings.
I brought her to orgasm again, this time stimulating her breasts and her clit at the same time, and then she moaned softly when my mouth moved down to her belly. I was still rubbing her clit and I don’t think she realised what I was going to do until my mouth replaced my fingers.
“What the…?” she said, opening her eyes and lifting her head.
“Ssssh,” I whispered, “you are really going to like this.”
“But I…”