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Author: cmsix
Title: Julie
Summary: Sometimes, things go wrong.
Keywords: Julie
Language: English and North East Texan
If you aren't able to legally view or read stories of a sexual nature in
your location, don't.

   I'd also like to thank Desdmona's Fish Tank and all those there that
took their time to comment on and make suggestions about Julie.

   Last, but really first, I'd like to thank Denny's Wheeler for his
excellent editing.

   codes(MF caution)

   copyright cmsix@cmsix.com

   comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated

   ----------------------------

   Julie by cmsix

   Julie was nice looking, not spectacular, but nice; brown hair and brown
eyes, young firm breasts and really good legs, attached to a sexy ass. 
That's how the meat stacked up.

   She was intelligent too; she couldn't help but be.  Her father was smart
and talented and also a good 'people person' along with it.  Everyone liked
him and he seemed to like everyone.

   Her mother was smart too, but she wasn't a people person.  To me, it
seemed she was a little standoffish, but I could have been wrong.  She was
a little sarcastic too, but that doesn't mean anything much.

   Julie's mother was a teacher and Julie was the first girl in her class
to get breasts.  These things combined to make her top girl in her group,
and they even helped get her onto the cheerleading squad when she was a
freshman.

   Julie got herself off it, by putting her nose in the air and being
generally a conniving bitch.  She thought she was ruling the roost in the
freshman class, but by the next year, the roost had moved and Julie wasn't
told where it went.

   I was a few years older than she was, and I didn't know or care what was
going on in Julie's life.  I did know that despite his intelligence, good
looks and gregarious personality, Julie's dad got the boot from her mother.

   Julie's dad had an extra talent; he could make booze disappear at an
alarming rate.  He just couldn't leave it alone.  I've never been able to
understand alcoholics, because I can drink if I want to and pass it by when
I don't.  How it can take over some people's lives is something I just
can't grasp.

   I never dated Julie in high school; she was too young for me then.  It
was several years after I'd graduated before I wound up in a position to
even notice her.  I knew who she was of course; her dad was the local
horror story.  I guess I just hadn't paid attention to her.

   My brother changed that.  He was having a party at his house and he
called me for help.  He'd ended up with three girls there, all of them
fairly drunk, and he needed me to come create a diversion.

   I'd been doing the deed with a not too pretty, but very willing girl I'd
picked up in the town's only drinking establishment.  Dry county, so it was
supposed to be a private club, right.

   In one of the bigger mistakes of my life, I gave the lovely fuck in my
bed the bum's rush and headed for my brother's house.  It pissed her off of
course, and she never said a kind word to me or about me ever after.  I
still think she had the tightest ring-dang-do I've ever had the pleasure
to.

   When I got to my brother's house, he had the one he intended to, in his
lap.  Julie and another comely lass were there and everyone was in the
living room.  My brother and his girl for now were on the couch.  They were
kissing, and he was fondling everything she'd let him while others were
present.

   The lights were low and Julie and the other girl were lying on the
floor, pretty drunk, but still conscious.  I regretted coming almost at
once.  I have no scruples about doing it to a girl that has washed her
inhibitions away, but I knew at first sight that these two were way past
that.

   I lay down between them, kissing on first one drunk mouth and then the
other, and my brother was finally able to sneak off to his bedroom with his
target.

   I managed to get both the drunk ones' blouses open and bras off before
Kathy was somehow able to jump up and rush to the bathroom.  Julie started
looking a little green around the gills as she heard Kathy calling the
buffalos.  I grabbed a trashcan and was able to avoid a terrible mess.

   By the time I had Kathy's mouth and face wiped clean, Julie was passed
out and I had to use a washcloth to clean her up a little.  To tell the
truth, I was out of the mood for the night.  I lay both of them on my
brother's spare bed and then went home, wishing for the girl I'd run off.

   I didn't get any from Julie that night, but I intended to, later.

   I saw her the next weekend at a small keg party and it was lucky that I
got there early, since she was already into the swing of things.  I pulled
her aside and asked her if she wanted to go burn a couple.

   "Who all's going?" she asked, not quite slurring her speech yet.

   "Just you and me, come on," I said, taking her by the hand and leading
her out.

   I lived at my parents' house, but it was a big one, and I had a garage
apartment that was completely separate.  I wasn't worried about them; I was
twenty-three already and I knew they wouldn't be coming down to see what I
was up to.  They probably didn't want to know.

   Julie and I went in and I killed all the lights except a small one,
started the stereo with something that had a slow throbbing beat, with very
few words, and then fired up a joint.  We finished that one and did another
before I put my arms around her and started kissing.

   We were sitting on the edge of my waterbed; I'd built the frame myself
and it was high enough to sit on comfortably.  It was also perfect to lie
back on when things got more serious.

   She complained a little when I first played with her titties, but she
didn't make a real try to stop me, and after I had us stretched out on the
bed, she griped again as I took her blouse off and then removed her bra.

   I fondled, kissed and teased a little before running my hand up under
her skirt.  She wiggled to dissuade me, but she couldn't really say
anything, because I kept my mouth on hers.  If she was really upset about
the progress, her kissing didn't let on.

   When I got to the heart of the matter, it was hot and humid, and as I
pressed her panty crotch inward to play with her through it, she pushed her
pussy toward my fingers just slightly, but she broke the kiss.

   "You can't do that, stop," she said.

   I knew damned well I could do that, since she'd spread her thighs
slightly when she said it.  I kissed her again and slipped my hand through
the leg hole to put a finger in her.

   She was wet, and though she seemed tight, I had no trouble getting it up
her.  When I began the finger fucking in earnest, she caught the rhythm
after a few strokes, and when I pressed a wet thumb lightly onto her clit,
she jerked.

   She pulled her mouth away from mine again though.

   "Stop that, you have to stop now; get your hand out of my panties," she
said.

   I might have considered it if she hadn't said it so quietly, or if she'd
tried to close her legs on my hand.  She didn't though, and in fact, she
didn't miss a beat pumping back at my finger.

   The real go ahead signal came when I pulled my hand out and reached for
the waistband of her panties.  She hitched her ass up to help me get them
off, all the while telling me that I couldn't do that.

   I don't mind saying that my dick was hard, and I didn't waste time
trying to get rid of my clothes.  Everything that I needed right now on her
was uncovered, so I opened the waist of my pants, slid down the zipper and
pushed them down past my hips.

   She hissed again as I pushed her skirt up and moved between her legs,
but when I put my dick near her pussy, she reached down to swab the head
between her lips a couple of times, and then put me in.

   She was hot and tight and eager, no matter what she'd said.  As I pushed
it up her, she moaned, and when I made it all the way in, on the third
stroke, she wrapped her legs around my ass.

   "I can't believe you're fucking me; I didn't want you to, but you're
doing it anyway," she said, kissing my neck.

   "Liar, you were dying for it; I'm going to fuck you every time I get you
alone from now on, so if you don't want me to, don't come with me."

   She shivered at that and fucked back harder.  When I kissed her again,
her tongue was wild in my mouth and her arms went around me too, hugging me
as tightly as she could.

   I pumped it to her hard, and at the bottom of each stroke, I paused to
grind my pubic bone to hers.  I was hoping it would stimulate her clit and
it must have.  I wasn't half way home when she exploded.  Clenching me
everywhere, especially with her tunnel.

   Her arms loosened and her legs fell from around me when she went limp. I
slowed my pace, but I didn't stop.  I did leave off pushing all the way to
the bottom for a while though.

   She caught her breath after about a minute, and her legs went back
around me.  Her ass got into motion again too, and I picked up the pace.

   "You're not wearing a rubber, don't come in me," she said, as if it had
just occurred to her.

   "Don't count on it, I don't like pulling out and you've got good pussy,
I'm going to let you have it in a little while," I told her.

   "What if you get me pregnant?" she asked, whimpering.

   "I guess I'll have to marry an easy girl then.  If I do you can count on
a strict husband that spanks your ass every time you sneak off alone," I
told her, trying to sound gruff.

   "Oh, God, oh, oh," she said, and damned if she didn't come again.

   I didn't cut her any slack this time; I kept pounding and actually
picked up the pace.  She was limp again as I started shooting my wad up
her. I really didn't care if she got pregnant.  I'd marry her and if it
didn't work out, I'd divorce her later.

   When I'd finished, I slumped my weight down on her, not caring that I
might be too heavy.  She didn't complain though, and when she had the
strength, she put her arms around me again, holding me close.

   I must have said the right thing, about getting her pregnant and
marrying her, because her attitude sure changed.  She rolled me off her and
then made almost a ritual of getting my clothes off.

   When she had me naked, she took off her skirt so that she was naked too,
and then lowered her mouth to my dick and cleaned it up completely.  After
she had it all tidy, she took the head in her mouth and began to suck it
back up again.

   Blowjobs weren't common in those days, and surely not after you'd
already fucked the girl.  Some of them would suck you off, hoping you'd
lose interest in their pussy, but this was the first time a girl had ever
sucked me so that I could get hard and fuck her again.

   I hadn't tried to do it, but Julie was in love after that night, and
even though I treated her carelessly, she stayed in love.  I fucked her
every night and most days for three months, and I don't have any idea why
she didn't get knocked up.  Maybe my sperm count was low from all the
constant fucking, who knows?

   Trouble for Julie came when another delicious young piece became
available.  Wanda was an old high school rival of Julie's.  Her boyfriend
moved out of town; he and I had been friends, or as close to friends as I'd
ever get with a male.  I had a pickup, and I even hauled his things to his
new hometown for him.

   The next weekend I went out with the girlfriend he'd abandoned.  I knew
that she wasn't one to put up with someone catting around, and so I just
quit seeing Julie.  I didn't see the sniffling and crying, but I heard
about it.  It didn't bother me all that much, and she didn't make a pest of
herself.

   Eight months later there was talk of marriage, and since I thought I was
in love, and probably was, I let things take their course without actually
asking her yet.  When we had a little spat, I wasn't all torn up over it,
and I decided that it was probably for the best, even though I did plead
and beg to get back together.

   I got horny after about a week, so I called Julie and asked her out.  I
think it was probably our first real date.  I took her to the movies and
she was very excited to learn that Wanda and I had broken up.  She sucked
my dick in the theater, and later, when we went back to my house, she wore
me out.

   It wasn't just wild sex either, though there was plenty of that.  I
could just tell that she was so happy to be with me and she treated me like
a king, all night long.

   Wanda called me the next day, and let me beg my way back into her life.
A few weeks later, I got down on my knees and asked.  We were married three
months later, and thankfully I didn't even hear if there was crying and
sniffling this time.

   Six months into our marriage, I heard that Julie had taken up her
daddy's habit, big time, and was well on her way to being a full-fledged
alcoholic.  I felt bad about it, and I realized that some of it was
probably my fault.

   I'm not taking all the blame, because she had done a lot of drinking
before me, and a lot more, after our three months together were over.

   I did know that she never got drunk when she was with me, because Julie
would mind.  If I told her something to do, or some way to act, she did it
my way.  When we were together, I just didn't let her drink.

   Julie got drunk and took an overdose of her 'nerve medicine' a month
before my first anniversary.  She never regained consciousness.

   I'm a lot older now, and I hope I'm wiser.  I was married for twelve
years, but Wanda finally woke up and got rid of me.

   I don't dwell on what happened to Julie, much, and I don't beat myself
up for my part in it.  I didn't kill her, but I do know that I could have
kept it from happening.  I think about her sometimes, and it can make me
really sad.

   I don't really believe in God, but I hope there is a hell; I damned sure
belong there.

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   copyright cmsix@cmsix.com
   comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated

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