Chapter 34

Bianka’s grand slam of a tryout had made my head spin. I wondered how much leg work Crystal had put into this. But I didn’t really have time to think about it. Thursday night, Rita and I went out to dinner. We cherished our date night and stayed up too late making love, acting like teenagers whose parents were out of town. We did it in as many rooms as possible. It was a perfect night of playful, romantic, sloppy drunk sex.

Morning came too early, and I drove Rita to work before going home and getting more sleep. I was going to need it. Rita would be home by 2 p.m., and we would meet the Infinity girls at the airport to jet off to Vegas. In the interim, I had another lunch date – this time an early one with Julie, Crystal’s redheaded friend.

I sensed that Julie was more nervous about our one-on-one meeting than Bianka had been. It was clear she was following along with her friends. She gave off strong submissive vibes. So I decided to ease her into things more slowly than I had with Bianka. We met at a wine bar, and Julie impressed me with her look. She had on a bright, breezy dress that hugged her waist and plunged at her cleavage. She was petite and had freckled, porcelain skin. Her gray-green eyes twinkled more than I remembered. She had done her makeup very lightly and left some natural curls in her fiery red hair.

When I walked up to the table where Julie sat – she had arrived ten minutes early, which I viewed as a good sign – she gave a sweet smile and hugged me. I asked if she had ordered a drink yet, but she said she would defer to me. I also took that as a good sign. She sat silently and at me with a nervous smile. She was really cute, the picture-perfect girl-next-door.

I ordered a bottle of white wine and struck up the conversation, hoping to put Julie and her visible nerves at ease.

“How was traffic coming into town?” I asked.

“Horrible,” she said. “It’s always so bad.”

The initial exchanges were like pulling teeth, but I was patient. The wine came, and Julie drained her first glass quickly, and I refilled it. As the wine worked its magic, the conversation came more easily. It became clear that Julie was generally a simple and quiet girl. But I sensed there was something lurking beneath the surface. As we polished off the bottle of wine, I decided to probe for it.

“So Bianka and I had lunch yesterday,” I said casually.

“I know,” Julie said, her eyes suddenly locking on mine.

“Oh yeah?” I said. “I guess we really didn’t eat much.” I smiled at her mischievously.

“She told me about it,” Julie said, and she made a big show of biting her bottom lip. “All about it.”

“Do you want some more wine, or would you like to head back to my place?” I asked.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she said. “Do you have some, you know, stuff?”

This was too easy.

“Let’s head to my place,” I said. “I’ll see if I have some lying around.”

Julie was a little unsteady in her walk, so I told her I would drive. In the car, she nervously smoothed over her dress as she sat in the passenger seat. I put a hand on her thigh, leaned over, and kissed her. She was receptive, if a little tentative.

“I’m going to fuck you today,” I said.

“I know,” Julie said in a whisper. “I want it.”

The drive home proved more eventful than I had anticipated. Julie was warming to me, and she felt comfortable revealing her naughty side, with my prodding of course.

“Did Bianka really tell you everything we did yesterday?” I asked.

“Yes,” Julie said. Her tone was that of a supplicant.

“Did it turn you on?” I asked.

“I played with myself all afternoon,” she said.

“You did?” I said, surprised. She didn’t strike me as the type.

“I really did,” she said. “I came too many times to count. I was so wet.”

“What made you that wet?” I asked.

Julie kept biting her lower lip, sharing Kat’s naughty tell, but as she did so more frequently, there was an increasing sparkle in her eyes.

“You did whatever you wanted to her,” she said shyly.

“And you liked that?” I kept pushing.

“I’ve always fantasized about men doing whatever they want to me,” she said. “I watch a lot of porn that’s really, really, really rough.”

Julie was more of a chameleon than I would have guessed. “But you’ve never let guys do that to you?” I said.

“I’ve only ever been with nice guys,” she said.”

“I’m a nice guy,” I said.

We were at a stoplight and, with a shaking hand, covered mine with hers.

“Nice guys don’t fuck married women,” she said.

“Bianka must have told you everything,” I said.

“I told you she did,” Julie said. “I want exactly what she got. I want it all. No matter what I say, do what you want. I’m not going to enjoy this if you don’t just ignore what I say and do what you feel like.”

When we got to the house, I toyed with Julie a little bit. I told her we might have some cocaine around and that she should check on the other side of the bar, on the lower counter. There was, of course, the usual massive tray covered in lines and a pile of powder.

“Help yourself,” I said, grinning, when I saw the gawking look on her face.

Julie nearly bounced around the bar to the tray. She snorted two lines and smiled at me, the twinkle in her eyes now full-blown desire.

“That’s so good,” she said. “Like the best I’ve ever had.”

I smiled at her warmly.

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a coke enthusiast,” I said.

“I’m shy,” she said. “I like that it makes me social like Crystal and Bianka.”

“So, is it something new for you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Crystal gave it to me the first time, but we’ve kind of formed this little group, and the three of us were getting together to do it.”

As Julie spoke ebulliently, I took her by the arm and guided her to the couch.

“Am I pretty?” Julie asked, talking fast and darting from topic to topic.

I rubbed her lower back while I answered.

“You’re really cute,” I said and paused. I knew she felt insecure compared to Crystal and Bianka, who were just gorgeous. “But it’s really about what you do.”

Julie looked a little confused and a touch frustrated that I hadn’t flattered her. I wanted to probe the depth and sincerity of her perceived submissiveness. I brushed Julie’s hair off her neck and made a trail of kisses down it, across the bit of collarbone her dress exposed, and put my lips against her mouth. She let me lead, using her tongue only after I had probed her with mine.

“You could be really special,” I whispered between kisses.

“Do you think so?” Julie said, almost giggling as I nibbled her ear.

“It just depends on how much you like to fuck,” I said.

Her response was to kiss me harder. My hands crawled up her back and found the zipper of her dress. I undid it and pulled the fabric off her shoulders. She wore a pedestrian bra, and her skin was so white, it appeared nearly translucent. She had fewer freckles below her face, and she was soft and warm to the touch. She reached back and unhooked her bra, and I eagerly put my hands under it to cup her breasts. They were natural and lovely. Her nipples were a pastel pink and stuck out proudly like pencil erasers.

“You know, Bianka was on this couch yesterday with my cock up her ass,” I said.

“I know,” Julie said, breathing heavily. “I want you to make it hurt.” When she saw my eyebrows raise, she added, “Sometimes I pinch my nipples really hard, and it makes me wet.”

With that confession, I bit hard on one of her nipples. She shrieked in surprise and then cried out in pleasure.

“Yes!” she screamed.

I stripped off her dress, dropping it and the boy-short panties to the floor. Her fiery red bush was more trimmed than our previous encounter but still unruly for my taste. Her skin was white, soft, and unblemished all over. Her hips and ass were less petite than her top half. Her ass was peach-shaped and proud, and you could see her largely unkempt pubic hair creeping between her legs and up her cheeks.

I spanked her. She yelped again, doubled over with her hands on her knees, and groaned happily. I gave her three more firm cracks, the pale flesh turning as pink as her nipples, and Julie turned around and bit her lower lip as she walked toward me. I put a hand over her pubic mound, and her hair and lips were coating with thick, slick fluids.

“You really do like it rough,” I said.

“I wasn’t sure until right now,” she said. “I’ve never had it rough. But yes. God yes.”

I pushed her onto the couch and climbed on top of her, entering her pussy savagely. The penetration was made easy by how wet she was, though, and we kissed as I began to fuck her.

“You’re really thick,” she panted. “Way thicker than Bianka said.”

My only response was to pinch her nipples until she cried out. Her pussy was velvety and tight. However I gave it to her, she urged me on by bucking her hips and imploring me to go harder and faster. Her syrup-like juices increased the friction while I was inside her, and in only a few minutes, I just let go and pumped my cum inside her.