Chapter 1: The Perfect Place

We’d been dating for nearly three months and things had quickly gotten serious between us, when my girlfriend introduced me to her brother. I knew Julie came from a small family, just the two siblings and their parents. I’d met them already, George and Nancy, and they seemed nice, but kind of distant. It was obvious they loved their twenty-four year old daughter, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of familial intimacy between them, put it that way.

Still, that was another milestone, and a big one about six weeks into our relationship. I’d gotten the approval of Julie’s dad to keep seeing her, although I’m not sure she would have cared either way. It mattered to us, however, and he gave me a bit of the old man-to-man spiel and all that. Her mother later asked me if I’d met Carl already and to be honest, that had been the first time I’d heard that name.

We were sitting over coffee and a store bought cobbler that we’d picked up on the way. I looked at Julie and smiled. “Who’s Carl?” I wondered, and I wouldn’t say the room got chilly, but something had changed.

“Oh, he’s my twin brother,” Julie said, brushing an invisible strand of blonde hair out of her face. “I’ve told you about him before, haven’t I?”

“Uhhh ... I don’t think so,” I replied, knowing for a fact she hadn’t ever said a word. I’d been so infatuated with this girl right from the beginning that I literally hung on every word she said. I wasn’t about to forget a brother!

Her father cleared his throat and Julie’s mother went for the coffee pot, offering everyone a refill. I just sat there, looking at my beautiful girlfriend and waiting for some sort of explanation. But Julie only smiled and reached across the table to squeeze my hand. Her blue eyes were fixed on mine and despite the smile, despite her warm fingers around my own, there was something defiant in her gaze. I felt like she was challenging me to say something or do something, but I didn’t know what, and it all felt very strange. I put it down to nerves, to meeting her parents and finding out she had a brother, a twin no less.

“They’re quite close,” Julie’s mom finally spoke up and that broke the tension, a little bit. At least now it was safe to talk again. “I’m very surprised you haven’t met him yet.”

“He’s a good boy,” George added. “You’d like him, I think.”

“Well, maybe I’ll get to meet him sometime,” I said, giving Julie a questioning look.

“I’ll call him,” she promised.

“He’s married, you know,” Nancy said.

“No, I didn’t know,” I teased, getting a warm smile. I think Julie’s mother liked me.

“His wife, Helen, is so pretty! You have to meet her and the kids. She looks just like Julie, it’s amazing, really,” she was prattling, but I paid close attention, believe me. “And Junior just turned a year old. Can you believe it? He’s so chubby!”

“Time flies,” her husband agreed.

“They have two kids,” Nancy continued. “Justine is three and just adorable! And the baby, Carl Junior...”

“Like the burger joint,” George said.

“Shush! He’s got nothing to do with any old burger joint,” she said, frowning. “We just don’t get to see them enough.”

“Where do they live?” I asked, looking at my girlfriend. Julie was more than happy to sit quietly, however, and let her mother do all the talking.

“They’re right her in town,” Nancy answered. “They have a beautiful new house. I just love it.”

“They bought a place over in Meadow Park,” George explained. “Four bedrooms, garage, nice yard.”

“Perfect for a growing family,” she sighed, and then looked at Julie and me, sitting at her table and holding hands. “It’s nice to have a real family with kids and all that, but so much work! You just never know what they’ll get up to, I guess.”

“Mom...” Julie rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back. “I think we’d better get going. Dave promised me dinner and movie.”

“It’s still kind of early,” I protested, glancing at my watch. We’d only been there about an hour and it wasn’t even close to dinner time.

“We should go, baby.” Julie insisted, and I knew better than to argue.

We made our goodbyes and promised to stop by again soon, maybe the following weekend. I think Julie’s mother gave me a more intimate hug than she did her daughter. Like I said, they didn’t seem to be the closest family I’d ever come across, and certainly not like mine. We were probably lucky my family lived halfway across the country or we’d have been having dinner with them every other night!

Once in the car, Julie started talking. She knew I’d be curious and demanding to know why she’d never mentioned her twin brother. So she cut me off at the pass. She leaned close and hugged my right arm. We didn’t have our seatbelts on or anything. I hadn’t even started the car yet. We were still sitting in her parents’ driveway.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my brother, baby,” she sighed. “I should have and I kept thinking about it, but we’re always so busy and when I’m with you, I don’t even think about anyone else. God! I love you so much. I’m so glad you got to meet my parents.”

“You don’t like him or what?” I asked, unwilling to be sidetracked, but Julie knew what she was doing.

Her hand was on my thigh and she slid it upwards to find my crotch. Fuck, she was gorgeous, too. I’d fallen hard for this girl from the moment I’d first laid eyes on her and it had taken me three tries to get her on a first date. She’d recently broken off a rather lengthy relationship with her old college boyfriend and didn’t want to hook up with some loser just because she was on the rebound - Her words, not mine.

Now, after six weeks, and a dozen really great dates, we were sitting outside her parents’ house and my cock was throbbing. I’d wanted to talk more about her brother, but Julie’s lips found mine and we were soon making out like bandits. Julie had dressed nicely for the occasion in a modest skirt and silk blouse. The skirt was navy blue with narrow pleats that really hugged her soft hips and pert round ass. It didn’t show off as much of her long, toned legs as I might have liked, but I soon had my hand inside her thighs, teasing her silky soft skin and reaching for her lace panties.

“Oh, Christ,” she groaned. “I’m so hot for you, baby. I want to fuck you right here.”

“Here?” I smiled and pressed my flush face between her pert, upturned breasts.

Julie wasn’t overly large, but her tits were more than a handful and so perfectly formed that they might have been sculpted by God Himself. She had dark, puffy nipples that contrasted sweetly with her pale complexion. I’d managed to get the top three buttons of her blouse undone without ripping anything, and I kissed her chest and breasts through the lace cups of her bra. My girlfriend was long and lean, and perfect, I thought. I wanted to touch and kiss every part of her and all at once.

“Let me take it out,” she whispered, pulling away just enough to give her nimble fingers enough room to free my aching cock. She pulled my balls free as well, giving them a gentle squeeze as she watched my face with a sexy smirk.

“I love you, Jules.” I licked my lips and nodded as she pumped my shaft with her small fist, up and down, coaxing a dollop of clear precum from the tip. I wasn’t going to last long.

“I know you do, baby,” she said, climbing across the seats. “And you’re really gonna love this.”

She was giggling and groaning, struggling to get her body wedged between me and the steering wheel. It was a tight fit, but we were slender enough, and flexible enough, and we’d done it before. Not in front of her parents’ house though! I looked around, praying I wouldn’t see them standing on the front porch watching us, but I couldn’t see anything. The glass had fogged up quickly and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

“Your mom and dad...” I started to protest, but Julie had already tugged the crotch of her white lace panty aside.

“Don’t worry about them,” she breathed, her lips tickling my ear as they moved. “They know I like to fuck.”

“Wha-What? Ohhh ... Jesus!” I forgot everything as her hot, wet pussy enveloped my cockhead and pushed downward.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby...” Julie groaned, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my face once more between her tits. “Fuck me good. Make me cum. I need it so bad right now.”

“Mmmph-hmmph!” I agreed, kissing her damp chest and biting gently at her stiff nipples through the thin lace of her bra.

“I’ll call my brother tonight,” she said, and I blinked. Why was she bringing him up again? Why now? “After I get home from our date. I’ll talk to him, baby. I know he wants to meet you. I’ve told him ... Oh, I love your cock, baby! Fuck me harder...”

“Told ... him ... what?” I managed to gasp, turning my head and getting some cool air into my lungs. Julie held me tightly, rocking her hips and practically bouncing her ass off my thighs as she rode my straining cock.

“About you ... Uh-Huh ... Oh, that’s it. Cum inside me, I wanna feel it ... I wanna feel you shoot inside, baby.’

Julie was a very orgasmic girl, as she’d put it on one occasion, and said it was because of her piercings. She had a vertical J-hook through her clitoral hood that put a lot of pressure on the top of her clit, and something called a triangle piercing, which was a circular barbell just beneath the shaft of her clit. They were both 14 gauge stainless steel and apparently they worked very, very well as my girlfriend would cum two or even three times during intercourse, and when I went down on her ... She was lights out! Julie loved getting head more than kittens, ice cream, and Christmas put together.

We only fucked for five minutes, maybe not even that long, before I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell with urgency. I pulled Julie down, hard, and held her there. My erection had pushed as deeply inside her tight pussy as it possibly could and I thrust my tongue inside her mouth at the moment of truth. She was right there with me, and I marveled as those sweet vaginal muscles began squeezing my cock like a velvet fist. I’d had several girlfriends before, and fucked them all, but none of them ever felt like Julie when she climaxed.

We came down slowly, both of us hot and damp with sweat. The windows of my car were hopelessly fogged and we both grinned at that. Julie stayed on my penis, which had softened, but not gone completely soft, and used her finger to draw a heart on the window next to us. She put an arrow through it and wrote our initials, “DW+JT 4Ever!”

“I love you,” I told her, and I’d been saying that a lot lately, but it couldn’t be helped. Jules was the most amazing person I’d ever met. She was beautiful and smart, confident and cocky and horny as hell, and best of all, she loved me, too.

“I love you, Dave.” She kissed me again and started to lift her hips.

“Wait a second,” I sighed. “It feels too good like this.”

“I know.” Julie giggled. “But my parents will get suspicious.”

“Ahhh...” I rolled my eyes and she kissed me again. “Move in with me.”

“Really?” She looked surprised, and maybe I did, too. It had been on my mind, but I hadn’t planned on saying anything. It was much too soon for this and we both knew it, but the idea was out there now.

“I just...” I actually blushed a little bit. “Sorry. I know it’s way too soon.”

“You just get a little too excited, huh?” Julie giggled again. Christ! I loved that sound.

“A little bit,” I agreed.

She lifted off my penis and there was a real mess on my lap. Julie didn’t really squirt, at least not like some of those women you hear about, but she could get very wet during sex. And of course, we hadn’t been together for almost a week, so I’d been more than eager to put a nice big load inside her tight little hole. We were spending our weekends together, but working and just talking over the phone during the week. I didn’t jerk off either. It was one of Julie’s pet peeves, I’d soon learned. She absolutely hated the idea of her boyfriend masturbating alone. When it became clear we were going to be together and have real sex, she’d laid down the law.

I’d thought it was kind of funny, but Julie wasn’t joking. She said jerking off was the same thing as cheating on her and I’d smiled at that. It sorta seemed like a God given right to me, but for this girl? I could play along.

“But what if I’m thinking about you?” I offered, thinking I had a valid point.

“I don’t care what you think about,” she’d countered. “You’re fucking your hand, not me, and I don’t like it.”

“Okay.”

This had happened on our third date; the first time Julie had invited me to spend the night. And we were in her bed, flushed and smiling after making love with each other for the very first time. Everything had fit together perfectly and I’d already fallen in love. Head over heels.

“What about that?” I asked, pointing towards her nightstand.

A slim, pink vibrator lay between her clock-radio, her phone, and a dog-eared paperback that she was reading - ‘The Dead Zone’ by Stephen King. I’d bought my own copy the very next day, just so I could discuss it with her. Like any boy in love, I felt a desperate need to be included in every part of my girlfriend’s life.

“It’s different for girls,” Julie said, only that, and we were soon making love again.

And now I had a real mess, with Julie’s tart juices well mixed with my own whitish semen. We could suddenly smell the heady aroma of our sex filling the car. Julie giggled and managed to find some napkins in the glove compartment. Naturally, she used them to wipe at the trickle of cum leaking from her pussy. Her inner labia were thick and dark with arousal, and her clit was bright pink and about as big as the tip of my pinky finger. I didn’t know if that was because of her piercings or she was just naturally a little larger than the other girls I’d been with.

I didn’t care and Jules smirked when she caught me watching her wipe up our cum.

“I should make you clean this up,” she said, snapping my eyes upward and I immediately began to blush. “Or maybe we should get some condoms. You really put a lot inside me.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry!” she said, laughing. “I love it when you pump me full of cum! I just don’t like the mess.”

“Yeah.”

I frowned and looked around to find something I could use on my slimy cock and stained trousers. I’d worn khakis, not jeans, to meet her parents and the growing stains were dark and obvious. They weren’t going to dry anytime soon either, especially if I couldn’t wipe up the puddled cum that was slowly soaking into the cotton.

“Alright,” Julie sighed a few seconds later. “That’s better. Let’s go to the mall. We can walk around for a little bit, that’ll be fun.”

She’d tugged her skirt back into place. One of her shoes had come off and she’d fixed that. And then she rolled down the window and tossed the gunky wad of napkins onto her parents’ front yard. I mean, Julie didn’t just drop it out the window, which might have been bad enough, but she actually tossed it onto the grass. I kind of blinked at that, but I didn’t ask and she didn’t tell. Clearly, there was some strange dynamic here that I wasn’t aware of yet.

“Hurry up and put that away,” Julie said, pointing at my semi-hard cock. “I want to get out of here. It’s depressing.”

I drove to the other mall, the one all the way on the other side of town, with the heater on and the air blowing across my lap. Julie would glance at me and giggle. My face warmed with humiliation. Someday, I thought, this would all seem very funny to me, too. Thankfully, my pants were mostly dry as we toured the mall, but I knew that I must have smelled a little funky. Julie certainly did, and five minutes after we’d arrived she was looking for the bathroom.

She glanced around and then hitched up her skirt. Not too far, just enough that I could see our cum dripping down the inside of her left thigh.

“You’re definitely cleaning me up from now on,” Jules decided, and to my surprise, she actually seemed pretty annoyed.

I thought it was sexy as hell to have my gorgeous girlfriend walking around a shopping mall with my sperm running down her legs. I started wondering if I couldn’t suggest we find a changing room and try public sex. It had never been a fetish of mine, but I was hot for Julie like you wouldn’t believe, and the idea of fucking her in public had my blood rushing hot through my veins.

She wouldn’t say no, either. I mean, she might, but ... I’d already figured out that she wasn’t like other women. Julie had a rare confidence. She was cocky, that’s the word I used most often to describe her attitude. How could she not want to have sex in a changing room? It would be awesome. Unless we got caught! But if we were careful...