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Subject: {ASSM} (rp) JAMES 2 (mf rom)
Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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James
Part 1. The Essay.

Chapter 2
I became dizzy every time I thought about my night with Nicole and I
wandered around dreamily all day. I was totally unperturbed even when
grilled for details about my essay and my sex life, including requests for
verification about the rumors which claimed I had sex with pretty much every
girl in school, if not the State. Which of course left all the ones that I
had not bopped wondering why I skipped them. I was looking forward to a
glimpse of Nicole but her Bimmer wasn't in the parking lot at lunchtime.
   Just knowing that I had sex with the most beautiful creature that ever
graced this earth was enough to keep an enigmatic smile on my face all day.
That fueled even more speculation and I wandered the halls to whispers and
outrageous suggestions.

After school, JulieAnn was waiting for me at the bus stop and we sat
together in the back, depriving Joey of another chance to wheedle an
uncensored copy of "The Lovers".
   For some reason, Jules was really talkative, and I let her jabber away,
tuning her out and simply enjoyed the warm companionship that we used to
share.
   "Come home with me, I need to talk with you." She said as she got off the
bus. When he tried to tag along, JulieAnn gave Joey a look that sent him
scurrying in the opposite direction.
   "Mom, Dad... Celeste. Anybody home?" She yelled as she closed the door
behind us. When there was no reply, Jules bolted the door and made sure the
back door was secure. It was getting weird, but with Jules, I've learned not
to ask questions.
   She dragged me up to her room, locked her door and clinched me in a
fierce hug. Then I realized she was crying. I held her and stroked her hair
until she calmed down.
   "Oh, James, I'm SO sorry! I wished we'd never broken up!" And she started
crying again.
   Gradually I got the story out of her. Apparently, she had been limiting
Mark to some above-waist, outside-clothing action on their last two dates
and he's given her an ultimatum: put out, or take a hike. He was coming back
late Sunday and she would have to come up with something by Monday.
   "Why don't you just tell him to shove it. He's no right to tell you
that!"
   "I can't. Then he'll tell everyone that I've... we've... I mean, that,
like, I'm still a virgin!"
   "So why is that so bad?"
   "'Cos I told Brenda that Mark and I did it last Saturday..." I was
floored, this girl wouldn't even kiss me until our fourth date and suddenly
she's bragging about being screwed on her SECOND date? On one hand I want to
slap her silly. On the other hand... Hell, Mark hadn't even seen her tits.
Hah! All of a sudden, I didn't feel so bad.
   "Well, you'll just have to screw him and get it over with, won't you?"
   "I can't - I want my first time to be special. And... and... he's not the
guy I want to do it with..."
   "You have somebody else in mind?"
   "Well, I was thinking, that maybe that person could be you..." She
trailed off.
   "But what about Mark?"
   "He can go screw himself!" She brightened at her own joke.
   "What'll you tell your friends?"
   "That we've been doing it all this time and I dated Mark just to make you
jealous."
   "But don't I have a say in this?"
   "Isn't getting my cherry good enough?"
   "Well, assuming I agree. When are we doing it?"
   "I spoke to your sister yesterday and she said they were going out of
town to a wedding until Sunday but you had to stay to finish your essay. And
Brenda will cover for me till midnight or so..."
   Talk about conniving. She'd been planning this since yesterday! But I had
to admit she had most of the angles covered.
   "That's so sneaky! I'm ashamed of you."
   "That means you'll do it? We could tell them you were writing about us,
then they'd know it's true!"

The next thing I know, we were in my bedroom and she'd just locked the door.
Trapped!
   "OK - what do you want to do now?" She sat on my computer chair and
avoided my eyes.
   "Getting cold feet?"
   "Yeah, kinda. It's scary!"
   "Why don't we do this, let's pretend we're at the bluff that Saturday and
pick up where we left off?"
   "Oh, Okay, that's a good idea, I guess."
   I stacked my pillows up on the bed and we sat side by side.
   "Wow, look at the moon!" I said, pointing at my ceiling light.
   "You never said anything like that last time!"
   "Well, if you don't like the view, maybe I should take you home. I'm
getting kinda bushed."
   "OK, OK. Don't be such a dork. Yes, the moon is lovely, OK?" I could
smell her shampoo and some unidentified flowery fragrance. I realized my
heart was beating fast.
   "So you wouldn't let Mark touch you hey?"
   "No - he just likes to paw me. I didn't like it and I'm not sure it did
anything for him. It's like he just wants to put his mark on me."
   She put her head on my shoulders. "Can we just look at the moon and not
talk about unpleasant things?" I put my arms around her shoulders - it felt
really good.
   "Jules, do you trust me?"
   "Of course I trust you. What kind of a question is that?"
   "If you trust me, will you do everything I ask?"
   "OK....  You're not into kinky sex, are you?"
   "That's for me to know and.."
   "Me to find out, I suppose. Are you sure you know what you're doing? I
mean, I thought you were, like, like me... a virgin?"
   "That's for me to know and.."
   "Me to find out, yeah, yeah. But you talk too much. If you hadn't spent
all the time yakking, we'd already... Mmmm-mmmm." I laid into her with one
of my better kisses. I started slowly, just lips, brushing lightly, then as
she softened, applied more pressure, until she had relaxed completely,
surrendering. I held her, lightly flicking my tongue along her lips. She was
moaning and running her hand through my hair.
   "Wow, that was heavy! How come you never kissed me like this before?" Her
eyes were bright.
   "I was too busy yakking." I said ruefully. She turned my face and kissed
me back. I felt her tongue jab at my lips and we fenced for a long time. I
slid us further down on the bed as I kissed her chin, her neck. I started
undoing the buttons of her blouse, kissing the flesh as it was uncovered. I
pulled the shirt off her. She had a white satin bra with a pink ribbon in
the center. I kissed the exposed globes of her breasts as I felt around for
a catch.
   Suddenly she started giggling. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about the last
time and it took you half an hour to undo it! It's in the back..." She
turned and kissed me, allowing me to reach around for the hook. Fortunately
for my ego, I was a bit more successful this time and I worked the bra off
her. She crossed her arms across her chest.
   "Oh god, I'm scared, James..."
   "It's OK - there's nothing to worry about..." I kissed her nose, her
eyes, her mouth until she was moaning softly before moving downwards. I
lifted her right arm, exposing her pretty little breast. I kissed it until
the nipple stood up, then I did the same on the other side. I squeezed one
as I nursed on the other. She was squirming now, squeezing and rubbing her
legs together. I held a breast in each hand and took turns worrying her hard
nipples with my tongue. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was tossing her
head on the bed.
   Her legs were clinched tightly together as I started removing her jeans.
I had to use both hands to shimmy them off her, taking her pink panties
along. She laid there, exposed. Her light blond hair was sprayed across my
bed and her grapefruit sized breasts glistened, topped by dark pink nipples.
Mark had no idea what he's missing!
   "You're beautiful, Jules."
   She glanced at me through the arm she'd thrown over her face. "You're not
saying that just to get in my pants, are you?" She snickered at her own
joke. "And can you stop staring at me?"
   "I mean it, you are so beautiful. Here..." I kissed her cheeks,
"Here...", her neck. "Here...", her sternum. Working my way down to her
sparse light brown bush. She opened her legs as I kissed my way to her misty
folds. She yelped when I slid my tongue on her clitoris and her legs spread
as I diddled it before tasting her little hole. She was so responsive and
sweet.
   "Oh... oh, ohmygod ohmygod..." she repeated. I gently split her folds
with my fingers and attacked her hard little clit.
   "Arrghhh, ohmygod ohmygod. Good, so good. Ahhhh", she was moaning over
and over again, her hands caressing my head. Suddenly she jammed my face
against her and came with a drawn out, high pitched squeal.
   I held her while she shook and murmured to herself and crushed my face to
her soaking crotch.
   "Wow, that was fantastic! I had never felt that way before..." I stood
and took a bow.
   Suddenly, in a spate of modesty, Jules scurried under the blankets and
pulled it up to her chin. She looked at me with her soft eyes, "Now what,
Mr. Know-it-all."
   "I was hoping you'll help me take my clothes off."
   "Why can't you do it yourself?"
   "Trust me, it's better that way." I said levelly.
   She waved me closer to the bed and gingerly stuck a hand out to unbutton
my shirt. She groaned in frustration because her hand could not reach.
   "Dammit, James, are you gonna help?"  I stood there, smiling, not moving.
   She mouthed an expletive and sat up, the covers falling away from her,
her little breasts shimmering sexily, and started undoing my buttons.
   "I hope you're happy, treating me like your servant." I was too busy
admiring her boobs to comment. She had knelt up in bed to remove my shirt
and I folded her in my arms. She sighed happily against me as her nipples
hardened against my bare chest. I ran my hand down her smooth back and
cupped her tight ass. Soon she was doing the same thing to me.
   "It's better if you take my jeans off first." I whispered.
   She started undoing my jeans and realized I was staring at her naked body
as she knelt on my bed. She blushed prettily but did not try to cover
herself up.
   "You know, I could pull this zip the wrong way and permanently maim you."
   "Then we'll have to get Mark to finish the job!"
   She looked daggers at me but finished stripping my pants off. My cock was
throbbing inside my underwear.
   "Can we do this in bed?" She said weakly.
   We stared at each other and I shook my head.
   She murmured something that sounded like "Pig" and gingerly worked my
shorts down. She sat back to look at her handiwork.
   "Oh my god, it's so big! Oh god! It's... HUGE!" I blushed at her
inadvertent compliment as she timidly poked it with a finger. Then she
touched it some more. I wrapped her hand around and showed her how to move
the skin up and down. Slowly at first but increasing in confidence with
every stroke she toyed with my affections.
   Her eyes glittered with lust as she watched my reaction.
   "James, do it now... Do me before I lose my nerve..." Jules scuttled over
so I could lie down next to her. With a look of finality, she clinched me.
She was shaking like a leaf.
   I held her and kissed her, moving my hand down to her groin. She was
soaking wet but tight with tension. I caressed her responsive clitoris until
she started moaning. Then I inserted a finger in her. She hissed in a breath
and let it out in a loud shuddering moan.
   "Put it in me now, do it. I want it in me now!" She clutched me fiercely
as I frantically rolled a condom on.
   She shook all over as my tip entered her hot wet cunt. Her pelvis started
undulating as I pushed a tiny ways inside. I expected to encounter a
maidenhead but except for a most delicious tightening of her hot moist
channel, there was no blockage. Jules was actively trying to work more of me
inside her with jerks of her hips and nails on my back. She was so tight and
hot I wanted to prolong the experience, but she wrapped her legs about my
waist and forced me all the way into the boiling cauldron of her sex.
   "Ohhhh, owww, hurts..., hurt... so good. So good..." She murmured over
and over. I moved in and out using full strokes, watching her face. She
shivered and moaned under me and I kept a slow pace until suddenly my orgasm
started coming on.
   I slipped a hand under her ass and fucked into her. Her eyes opened wide
with the new sensations and gasped into my mouth. We fucked with short hard
strokes that slammed our groins together and she yelped with every stroke. I
grunted in response, my sweat dripping on her. She screamed her release and
clenched her vaginal muscles down.
   It was too much, I ground my hips against her and came in a torrent, my
cock threatening to melt, it felt so good. I shuddered and pumped, her hot
sheath coddling me and milking my seed out. I was sure the condom had burst
from my explosion. We shook with the release and we held each other
desperately until I slipped out.
   I rolled off her and extracted the limp rubber with its disappointingly
meager load, dumping it in the trash. I rolled over and she nestled on my
shoulder, her pussy clenched around my thigh. Her hand rested on my stomach.
   "Mmmm, I feel so full, so FUCKED." She murmured and shifted, "Oww, oh,
but it hurts when I move." I was content to lie there and count her
vertebrae, not trusting myself to speak until the fireworks stopped going
off in my brain. I got to the end of her tailbone and my hand wandered to
explore her tight little derriere. She moaned and scrunched tighter against
me.
   I managed to drag the blanket over us and we cuddled in the coziness of
relaxed sexuality. After a long while, she said, "What time is it?"
   It was getting close to midnight so we reluctantly unwound ourselves. As
we got out of bed she hugged me again and said, "Thank you. I knew you were
the right person. I will never forget this." I held her hands and took a
step back and we looked at each other. She was glorious, golden tresses down
to her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with life and love. Her attention
dropped to my satisfied penis and she reached for it, giggling, "It doesn't
look so scary anymore!"
   "No, it was never scary, just lonely." She tilted her head as she
digested that, then slowly she bent down and kissed it. I grunted and she
kissed it again.
   "I'll take care of you, sweet thing, you'll never be lonely again..."
With that she slipped half of it in her mouth. I hissed in pleasure, "Stop -
if you keep this up, we'll miss curfew."
   She looked up, her eyes saying, "So what?" but I pulled her up and herded
her to her pile of clothes.
   "You are so infuriating, James. I give you my cherry and in the middle of
a blowjob, you're worried about a lousy curfew?!" She started pulling on her
panties, slowly. Then she said quietly, "I love you..."
   "I love you too, Jules." Her eyes got moist and we held each other for a
long time.
   "Ahem, the time...?"
   "Spoilsport!" But she did finish dressing and in the process showed me
some amazing contortions as she popped her bra on. She was brushing her hair
in the car as I took a long way around to her house so that it could look
she was returning from Brenda's.
   "Wait, let me do this..." She said as we got close to her street. She
skimmed off her panties. "This is my _other_ present for you, just hide it
somewhere safe." With that and a quick kiss, she rounded the corner and into
her house.


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