Chapter 1

It all started with the silly butterfly.

Julie's soon to be ex-friend Heather had gotten a tattoo in a disreputable tattoo parlor down in Florida during the Spring Break and she was flaunting it right in front of Julie's face to make Julie's boyfriend Alfie rise to the occasion. She bragged that the place was filled with a bunch of biker guys with black leather jackets and hard dicks looking to bang any female with some nice ink on her skin.

Alfie was ogling Heather's naked left cheek with the pretty butterfly flying off to supposedly safe refuge in the hidden depths of her crack. Alfie seemed ready to follow it and start a collection but hesitated because his long-time Julie was standing real close to him at the chaotic party in the Sorority House.

Julie was a Georgia girl with roots that went all the way back to before the Civil War. She didn't live on a plantation but her Aunt and Uncle still lived on one in South Georgia with a few hundred acres of prime hunting land for rent during the hunting season. She loved the big old house with the winding staircase and the windows that seemed to stretch all the way to the ceiling.

She watched with building annoyance as Heather practically pushed her bare ass in Alfie's poor face and waited for his comments on her colorful new tattoo. It was hard for her not to interfere but she did her best to remain silent and allowed them to interact without her interruption. Just when she thought the worst was over and Alfie's huge erection started to subside, the sex-crazed girl opened her mouth nice and wide and showed Julie's boyfriend her matching pierced tongue with the gold plated little ball that promised a "good time" for any stray cock that ventured inside her lips.

That was close to being the final straw and she fought the urge to pull Heather's long flowing blond hair just to teach her a lesson about trying to steal other girl's boyfriends. She saw Alfie' throw a glance nervously in her direction and she smiled sweetly despite her instinct to kick him right in his disloyal balls.

"Hey, Julie, Heather here was showing me her tongue jewelry. It might be something to spice up our back seat conversations."

He didn't hesitate to laugh at his own joke and made no move to remove Heather's hand from his lap delicately placed only an inch or two from the tip of his erection.

"Are you saying I don't give a good blowjob, Alfred Adams?"

Alfie's face turned a bit red in his confusion. He certainly didn't want to screw up a good thing with Julie because she was the first girl that made a submissive effort to swallow all the evidence and even licked him nice and clean after the dirty deed was done every time. He also liked the fact she didn't beg him to kiss and lick her pussy like the other girls with cooperative attitudes willing to spread their knees without delay.

He had studied the female student body fairly closely and was convinced that there was about a fifty-fifty split of girls quick to bend over upon request and the other girls that wanted a guy to just accept a kiss, feeling the boobs or at most taking them in hand and watching them shoot off like a gun with a hair trigger. It was always frustrating to be with one of those girls but sometimes one had to settle for second best.

Now Julie was his main go-to girl for sex and he wouldn't mind adding Heather to his stable if she could keep her mouth shut except for cock pleasing reasons and his Julie stayed unaware of his polygamous status. Besides, Julie was really up-tight about taking it up the ass and he knew he had to have that "in a tight place" feeling every now and then to shudder with a glorious release. Some of the other guys had told him that the liberated Heather was always ready for a good ass-pounding and she was constantly looking for a guy with an over-sized cock for rear door fun and games.

When she got Alfie out of the party, Julie laid down the pussy allowance law just so there was no misunderstanding. Alfie understood her position without any comment but he secretly was already plotting to get Heather alone so he could test out her mouth for oral delights and wanted to discover if her bottom was as talented as the other guys proclaimed.

Julie hoped that Alfie was back in line and she gave him a condom to have a session between her pretty legs to help take the edge off his horny needs. She liked his cock but it seemed that lately he was becoming a bit unreliable if he was off on his own and she couldn't watch him like a hawk.

Julie knew that she would never put a piece of metal inside her mouth after spending years with the horrible braces that convinced her foreign objects installed on her teeth or tongue created a sense of insecurity about her body and her ability to attract the other sex. The attempted blowjob with one of her teachers was a complete failure and she spent an entire year of penance jerking him off to apologize for the damage she had caused to his reproductive organ. Actually, she rather enjoyed that because he made the most delicious sounds when he was going into "blast-off" mode with spurts of creamy cum almost reaching the third row.

She did like the butterfly tattoo and wished she had one as well. In fact, she looked through the yellow pages for a suitable tattoo parlor and didn't find anything that rang her chimes. When she mentioned it to her masseuse Tammy, the woman gave her a card with an address down on the other side of the tracks in that part of town that she was afraid to enter without an armed guard.

Tammy was glad she could be of service to Julie because she had a bit of a crush on the pretty girl and hoped that Julie might give her some encouragement in one of her sessions so she could give the girl a real "happy ending" she would remember for a long time. Julie was grateful and she decided to reward Tammy with more access to her inner core. She signaled her compliant attitude by panting a lot faster when the masseuse's hands roamed near her heated slit and up inside her willing crack.