Chapter 18: Well-Fucked

Saturday, April 2, 2005 (Continued)

There was a knock on my door a little later. After I woke enough to focus on my watch, I worked out that I'd only managed to get an extra half an hour's sleep. I called out, "Yes?"

"Julia's here. Come to the kitchen, honey."

Half a second later I was in the kitchen. Everyone was there: Mr., Mrs. and Miss Williams, Mom and Dad, Carol and Donna.

Carol was busy telling Julia how beautiful she looked last night. Not being able to get a word in edgewise, I just moved to Julia, who moved to me, and we gave each other a big smile and hug.

Carol paused, giving me a chance to say, "I'm so sorry I didn't call you earlier. I was stupid. I'm sorry for any worry I caused you."

"That's okay. Your mother's already explained the two reasons to me."

"What two reasons? This is news to me."

Julia smiled at Mom, then answered me, "Reason number two is that you thought I was going to call you because I had said that I'd come over sometime."

"Yes, that's right."

"And reason number one, which your mom stressed I should never forget, is that you're a male and therefore thoughtless. You didn't intend to be mean, it's just that you never thought about what you were doing. Your mom said that guys do this all the time and that we girls have to learn to make allowances and be forgiving. So I forgive you, haha."

"Thank you, MOTHER. I am so glad that you're on my side."

^-- I turned to Julia, "Umm, I think my mom knows what she's talking about, but I will try to do better in the future. If you'll still have me?" There was no harm in getting some extra reassurance.

Julia leaned forward, cupped her hand to my ear, and whispered quietly, "I'd like to have you now."

I felt my face go red, and everyone laughed at me. A self-satisfied smirk on Julia face didn't help either. Yep, having a girlfriend is one embarrassment after another.

#3: <Hey, why don't we use our subconscious control to stop the blushing?>

#2: <I've tried but the blush is too quick. Our face is red before I've had a chance to try to stop it. I can make it end quicker, but I can't stop it happening, and by then everybody is already laughing.>

#3: <So we're just going to have to get used to it then?>

#1: <Unfortunately it looks that way.>

#3: <Bugger.>

Mom said, "Mr. and Mrs. Williams brought Julia over, rather than her biking. We're going to have a parents' talk in the living room in a few minutes, so please do not disturb us. Okay?"

A chorus of, "Yes Moms."

"Mark, Julia has brought her schoolwork over, so you can study together if you wish. You can go into your room, but for the present leave your door wide open.

^-- "And girls," looking mostly at Carol, "that doesn't mean you can go running into and out of Mark's room. It's still his room, okay?"

"Yes, Mom."

"What are you girls going to be doing?"

Donna answered, "I've got a soccer game soon." Donna had added that sport to her list after seeing me play a couple of times recently.

Carol said, "I want to talk with Julia about clothes, makeup and stuff." I didn't like the sound of that!

Mom was on my side, saying, "Haha. Julia has come over to be with Mark. Do you think Mark's going to want to listen to a conversation about makeup?"

"Um, probably not."

"Julia is MARK'S girlfriend, not yours. I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's looking forward to being with him. You'll have chances to talk with her later."

Julia piped in with, "I'm sure we will, Carol. I'll be coming over here lots of days, if Mark will let me, so we'll have lots of chances to talk. And maybe you could come to my home one day and I could show you my clothes and give you some makeup lessons?"

"{Shriek!} Oh, that would be SO cool! I'd love that. Can I go please, Mom?"

"ONE day yes, but not today. Now help me make some coffees, then back to your studying, okay?" Carol usually has some studying to get back to; she's a very diligent student.

Julia couldn't resist adding, "Besides Carol, I want to catch up with Mark. He made me wait HOURS before he called me this morning."

Guilt-trip successfully inserted, we broke up, wandering off in our various directions. Julia and I headed straight for my bedroom, her schoolwork left forgotten in the kitchen.

We lay on my bed - with the door open unfortunately - and mostly talked. What I had to say boiled down to, "I'm sorry I made you wait," and, "I'll try to be a better boyfriend."

Julia's talk boiled down to, "I'm going to be the best girlfriend ever!", "I'm so happy I'm yours," and, "We're SO good together."

I must confess that I couldn't resist putting my hand over her breasts for a feel. I'd been kicking myself for forgetting last night, so I made up for it now, even though they were encased in a damned bra. I kept telling myself that it's the thought that counts, while I kept kicking myself.

Julia loved it, making "hmmm" sounds as she snuggled even more firmly into my arms. I couldn't do much more, and I probably shouldn't even be doing that with an open door and four parents in the house, but I'm only a guy, a defect that had been pointed out to me several times recently.

Thanks to Mom's talk, I realized that I should give Julia lots of reassurances that I wasn't going to lose interest in her. I honestly wasn't either. Being scared off by her intensity was a possibility, but not losing interest. So I talked about things we could do in the future: how much I was looking forward to studying with her for the rest of our schooling, how I was glad she and Carol could be friends, and anything else I could think of that emphasized an ongoing relationship.

Julia was VERY happy with my reassurances. I began to get some understanding of just how worried she had been this morning, and how horrible it would've been if I had just waited for her to call me. Not wanting to disturb her by phoning, I would've waited for hours if not for Mom's advice. I resolved to thank Mom again at the first opportunity.

Donna called out "Bye" as she walked past my room. She seemed quite indifferent to my lying on my bed with a beautiful girl in my arms, as if it were an everyday event. It was incredible to believe that it could become one.

I awaited the result of the parental conference with some trepidation. What the "Bedroom Rules" would be was very much in my mind. After more than an hour - which is a very long time to wait while something so critical is being decided - I heard the living room door open and Mom called out for Julia and me to join them.

When we had, I said, "Before we start, can I say something to you all please?"

Dad said, "Our minds are made up."

"This is about something else. I just want to say it while you're all here."

"Okay then."

Taking a deep breath, I started. "I had a very good talk with Mom this morning. Until that talk I was blind to so many important things. Mom made me see how much of our happiness," giving Julia, standing beside me, a quick hug, "is due to our parents, and how much I have to be thankful for. I'd like to say now how thankful I am to all of you, especially our mothers. Thank you all very, very much indeed, especially you Mrs. Williams, and you Mom. Thank you."

I could see that this speech was definitely scoring me some points with the parental units. Lots of smiles, and "You're welcomes." Julia was grasping my arm again.

I continued, "I'd like to add some apologies too, especially to Julia and Mrs. Williams. I should've called much earlier this morning. I know now how thoughtless I was, and I'm sorry. I'll try my best not to be so thoughtless in the future, but - as my mother has pointed out to me several times - I'm only a male so I will make mistakes. I apologize in advance for such mistakes. I really don't know what I'm doing as all this is just so new to me. Last night was my first-ever date, Julia is my first girlfriend, and - umm - other firsts," that got several good laughs, "but I will try. If I make ... No, WHEN I make such mistakes, please know that they're not intentional, and as soon as Mom points out how stupid I was, I'll apologize as hard as I can."

Yep, I could see my brownie points scores going through the roof with the parents. That struck me as an EXTREMELY good situation to be in.

Mrs. Williams responded, "We accept your apology for being a male, Mark. I don't think there's much we can do about it, as it's doubtlessly an important contributing factor to Julia's attraction for you. Fortunately, after several years of hard work, some males can be trained into being most satisfactory partners." She hugged her own husband briefly. "Judging from that little speech, your training is already well underway. Well done and good speech."

Julia was squeezing my arm even tighter. I'm sure that when my cast is finally removed from my right arm, it'll be my left arm that's the skinnier of the two, from all the squeezing.

With a look of pride on her face, Mom presented the Bedroom Rules to us, with some confirmatory expansions from the other parents:

• We are not allowed to stay with each other overnight, in either house.

• We are not allowed sex anywhere other than in Julia's room, and only with the drapes closed and her stereo on. It was stressed that this meant not in my room or anywhere else. "Sex", it was made clear to us, was any contact of either person's genitals. Mr. Williams added, "Clinton's definition notwithstanding." It was greeted with no laughter from the other parents, as they were in a too-serious mood. And in case we were in any doubt, Mrs. Williams added in a no-nonsense voice, "That means keeping your hands out of each other's pants or panties. Hands out, faces out," I blushed, "and everything out. They're a no-go zone other than in Julia's room. Clear?" Julia and I nodded.

• We are allowed in my bedroom, and we can make-out there a little, but the door had to be fully open and all the lights on if it's nighttime.

• Absolutely no blabbing about having sex by either of us to anyone outside the families, and we were told to actively deny it if asked. Dad added, "We're aware we're telling you to lie, but you tell everyone that you're waiting until Mark's eighteen, even if every other boy and girl in your classes are going at it like rabbits."

• Treat Carol and Donna appropriately. Mom expanded, "We cannot realistically keep it from them, especially Carol, and especially with Mark's lack of discretion, {sniff}, {sniff}." Which caused me to blush yet again. "I'll talk with Carol about it myself, but keep that aspect or your relationship low key, especially in front of Donna."

• The rules would be reviewed in about two months, after the trials of the jocks who'd assaulted me (the Biffs). The rules might be relaxed then, but only if we abided by them PERFECTLY in the meanwhile.

#1: <Did you guys expect anything like this? It's pretty heavy isn't it?>

#2: <It's very heavy all right! Way more than I expected. Also weird because Mom and Dad have never ordered us to lie before; quite the opposite. And sex only in Julia's room - what's that about?>

#4: <Yeah, that seems almost unnatural. Not that we're going to complain, but I would've expected "only in Mark's room" if it was going to be restricted to one place. I'm HUGELY glad we're allowed to though.>

#3: <No argument there. I think we can agree that: (a) we don't understand parents, and (b) we're not going to argue, are we?>

#1, #2, #4: <Agreed.>

"Thank you, Mom and Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Williams. I'll definitely abide by your rules."

Julia agreed also.

Mom offered, "Let's move to the kitchen and have lunch."

We all did, with the guys sitting while the women pulled out the makings. Bless them! I was very hungry.

Julia sat in my lap, hand-feeding me. Ostensibly because of my broken arm, but that was a transparency everyone saw through.

Toward the end of lunch, Mrs. Williams - Vanessa - said, "We'll go back home after lunch. Would you two like to stay here or come back with us?"

I started shrugging, then realized how incredibly stupid I was. I was just about to answer when Julia suddenly started bouncing with glee on my lap, "{Squeak}. Home! Now! Quickly!"

There was laughter from around the table.

I couldn't resist, so with mock casualness, "Hmm. I've got quite a few chores to do this weekend. What do you think, Dad, should I stay here and do them?"

I've been teased SO many times because of this relationship that it was great to finally be the teaser rather than teasee. Unfortunately my tease probably wasn't as effective as it could've been, due to the fact that Julia was sitting on proof of my lack of interest in doing chores.

She just wiggled on my lap, looked at me, and said, "Goody". Then she turned to her mother and said, "Eat faster, Mom."

I knew that being a good boyfriend included supporting my girlfriend, so I said, "Yes, please eat faster, Vanessa."

Carol was very interested in Julia's and my relationship, but she hadn't heard the Bedroom Rules so was puzzled by the laughter. I wasn't going to explain.

^

It took FAR too long to get to Julia's house, but I was eventually being dragged upstairs to her room. Okay, maybe not "dragged". It was true that Julia was in front, but only because I didn't know the way.

Prof called out, "Don't forget to pull the drapes and turn your stereo on." I don't know why that was important to him, but I was more than happy to comply in return for what would follow.

Then we stripped each other. It was intense. I had seen almost nothing of Julia's body last night, but now I was going to see EVERYTHING. And we had HOURS of privacy with which to enjoy each other. I was very excited, and I could see that Julia was the same.

We fell into a game where we took turns removing one article of clothing from each other. My shoe, her shoe, my other shoe, etc. The anticipation was incredible. This was much more exciting than last night; I was shaking all over. Looking at Julia slowly getting more naked was a VERY sexy experience. She seemed equally thrilled to be looking at me, but I knew who was getting the best end of this deal!

The confusing thing was Julia's confidence that it was her. When my shirt came off, Julia exclaimed, "Mark! Your body is AMAZING! I had NO IDEA you looked so good. How do you find time to exercise so much with all your schoolwork?"

"Um, I don't exercise much, just soccer and goofing around with Donna. I appreciate your strange enthusiasm, but my body isn't anything great."

"I'm standing here looking right at it, so you can't tell me it's not amazing. Your torso tapers so much it's erotic, and your muscles look great. You're a HUNK! I never knew that about you. Lucky me! Haha."

"Haha. I'm not a 'hunk'. I'm just skinny so what muscles I've got have to stick out."

"That's absurd. You can't get shoulders that wide by under-eating."

#2: <Why are we arguing about this when we should be taking Julia's blouse off?>

"I must have wide-shoulder genes then. The buttons on this blouse are difficult to undo."

"Your hands are shaking too much. Let me help."

Do you know how hard it is to undo a bra when your hands are shaking? The single most important item of female apparel, and it's impossible for an excited boy to get it off! The bastards who design those things should be shot! Julia took pity on me with that too, and unhooked it herself. I suspect she was feeling a degree of impatience too.

As her breasts came into view I nearly blew in my shorts again. Luckily #2 felt it coming and just in time did our subconscious control trick on it, softening it a little. Not enough for Julia to see me go limp - that'd be bad! - but enough to avoid making a mess. #2 - after he identified himself as the going soft initiator because we can't tell who does things with our body - received some very effusive <Thank yous.>

When Julia and I were naked, apart from that DAMNED sling, we just stood back from each other and stared. Wow!

Julia insisted forcefully, "You ARE a hunk. You've been keeping that very well hidden. Did you think I wouldn't love you if you were buff?"

"Ahh, no. I can't say I thought that."

#1: <Apparently "Love IS blind.">

We stared at each other for another five years, then Julia said, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Julia." I'd been staring at her naked body for several minutes. It made it surprisingly easy to say I loved her.

"Show me."

I moved to her, took her hand and led her to the bed. She moved to the center - she has a very nice room because it has a double bed - lay on her back and spread her legs. Even with my dearth of sexual experience, there was no mistaking what she wanted next.

#2: <Rubber!>

We all immediately remembered that we'd left my wallet at home. All my rubbers were in my bedroom.

#1, #2, #3, #4: <Arrgghh!>

Then I remembered how superbly prepared Julia was, hopefully. "I'm VERY sorry, but I forgot to bring my wallet. Do you have a rubber? PLEASE tell me you do!"

Julia still had several spare from last night, so she grabbed them and dumped them in her bedside drawer, "For future use." She kept one out, opened the foil and gave it to me.

I'd never put a rubber on before, so of course I got it wrong.

Fortunately Julia knew how. She laughingly told me about her asking Andrew (one of her brothers) about it, so no wonder her parents had known what she'd been planning for our date.

I was eventually in a position to respond to her "Show me" request. The missionary position, in fact, with my broken arm resting on one of her knees. No foreplay, no side-trips. Neither of us was complaining though, we were far too busy being excited.

It took less than a minute after we started before I felt myself about to cum. Even with my never having seen a girl orgasm in person, I knew I was going to finish WAY too early for Julia. I had to do something to stop my cumming, especially after being too early twice last night; the first being so early that Julia hadn't even known about it. So I used what has to be the best skill I have, I went soft on command. Not totally soft of course, that would've been just as bad, although VERY temporary. I simply started the "Go-soft" process, applying it slowly enough to remove the tingling tension that'd been building at the base of my balls. Once I'd stopped tingling, I stopped the "Go-soft". I hadn't done it enough to affect my cock, so it stayed hard.

Several seconds later I felt the tingling start again, so I removed it again. Being able to issue small go-soft commands was doing wonders for my performance anxiety, and it let me REALLY enjoy myself. Julia too.

After a few minutes I could see that Julia was getting very tingly herself, or however it works for girls. She started calling out, "Yes, yes, yes." I sped up, going faster and faster. I'm not totally ignorant, and I knew speeding up was probably a good idea. I was having a blast seeing how much pleasure Julia was getting, although it required increasingly frequent go-softs to stop me having too much of a "blast".

(I'll adopt the terminology I invented for myself at this time. "Go-soft" will mean going all the way soft, down to limp-noodle status. "Mini-go-soft" will be what I do when I back off from the tingling just far enough for it to stop for a short while.)

Soon Julia was chanting louder and louder, "Yes, Yes, YES, YES, YYEESS!"

I couldn't believe the volume she was putting out, and it kept RISING! She was screaming at the top of her voice. Her last yell was REALLY LOUD, as her body thrashed in her climax. It was deafeningly LOUD, but it was also music to my ears, once they stop ringing. I was a good lover! It was wonderful.

#4: <We did SUPERBLY! Thank God for mini-go-softs. We would've cum a couple dozen times before she did without them, but instead we gave her a fantastic time.>

#1: <There's no way we're ever going to last long enough without them. They're wonderful all right! And by the look of Julia, she agrees, haha.>

I wanted to hear her scream again, in part to check whether the first time had damaged my hearing. I was still inside her, but I waited almost motionless for Julia. I slowed my movements right down to a bare crawl, just enough to keep me hard (you can imagine how little movement that required!).

It took her a minute or so, but when Julia started looking fully aware again, I slowly picked up the speed of my thrusts. She looked a bit surprised that we weren't stopping, but she soon started grinning again. Me too.

My thrusts got faster and faster, to her enthusiastic encouragement. Whenever I needed to - which was VERY often - I did a mini-go-soft. With all the practice I was getting with them, I was soon able to do them without needing to slow my thrusting. One mind kept my body moving, another mind concentrated on getting my cock and balls to back off the right amount. It was fantastic to be able to control myself so well.

Julia got more and more aroused, and after a few more minutes she screamed another orgasm. This was so neat!

I decided to do her one more time. I'd come twice the previous night and she not at all, so I'd let myself cum just after her on the next one, to give us three orgasms each.

When she got her breath back, I started accelerating again. Julia looked a bit shocked, but shock was soon replaced with pleasure, and she got more and more into it. By this time I'd done something like four or five dozen mini-go-softs, so my body was DESPERATELY ready to cum.

When she was quite close I suddenly decided to see if I could make this last one especially good. I rocketed my thrusting up to the highest speed I could do. Julia's body took a second to respond, and then her arousal rocketed upward too. She blasted straight into a ripper of an orgasm, surprising me with how quickly it arrived. I kept thrusting, urging my own cum to arrive. Between my body being so ready, the spasms in Julia's pussy from her orgasm, and my knowing that this time I was going all the way, it took next to no time for me to cum too. Julia was still bouncing at the end of her orgasm when I had far and away the best cum of my whole life. Admittedly that'd been a pathetically easy standard to surpass, but never again.

I collapsed on top of her, and felt her grunt. The poor girl, I was double her weight. I rolled off to my left, and just lay there panting, smiling, and oh so happy with my life. What a day! Sex is WONDERFUL!

I can't believe how useful going soft on command is! The day I accidentally discovered that skill has got to be one of the very best in my life - it's led to my having some FANTASTIC times with Julia. I bet every guy wished he had that ability!

Julia was still out of it, looking like she was sleeping. For the first time I took notice of her room. I couldn't believe I'd missed this much pink before! To describe it as a "girly room" wouldn't do it enough injustice. Her dressing table mirror was large, heart-shaped, with alternating white and pink little hearts around the edge. EVERYTHING had frilly edges. I suspect that even the frilly edges fractally had their own frilly edges. Even her computer monitor had a frilly pink dust cover!

There was a small bookshelf, and most of the books even had pink spines. How over the top does someone have to be to buy books based on the color of their spines? There were little knickknacks scattered around the room, displays of cute little things, with hearts featuring heavily. (Got the image of this room in your mind? Now make it about two times pinker and three times frillier, and you'll have it about right.) Even without any posters of the latest boy-band heartthrobs, it was still a horrifyingly girly room. No self-respecting guy would be seen dead in a room like this. I was here for the sex though, which beats self-respect every time.

After my brain stopped reeling from all that pink, I narrowed my focus to the only thing in this room that I really enjoyed looking at, but she was still sleeping.

I shook her a bit, but got no response. I shook her a bit more, but still no response. I got a bit panicky then, and checked to make sure she was breathing. She was fine, thank God! I gave her an impolitely big shake, and again no response. She'd passed out! While I was trying to decide how much to freak out, her breathing suddenly deepened and she started stirring. Her eyes fluttered for several seconds, then opened wide at the same time as she took a deep breath.

I took her a few seconds to wake up enough, and then she said, "WOW! I didn't know it was possible to feel that wonderful. Oh my God, that was incredible! No wonder people like sex! I can't believe how you made me feel. Today is the best day of my life! I know I said that last night about yesterday, but I didn't know you could do this then."

"I take it you enjoyed it then?"

"You have no idea! Or perhaps you do, I don't know. I sure didn't know that was possible. Thank you so much, and by the way, you are NEVER, EVER, EVER getting away from me. I am yours for life."

I mentally cringed, but my conversation with Mom had taught me that I had to keep a happy face. If I showed even a small amount of doubt, it'd upset Julia, Vanessa and Mom greatly. So I said, "Good. I enjoyed it very much myself. It was a HUGE buzz to see you have such a good time, especially after you didn't cum last night."

"If I never cum again, my life will have been worthwhile."

We exchanged similar enthusiastic announcements of happiness, until Julia reached across to her vanity and retrieved a box of tissues. She removed my rubber, carefully wrapped it in a tissue and dropped in her wastepaper basket. Then she cleaned my cock with a couple more. I helped by lying still and basking in my happiness.

Julia was about to start cleaning herself when I remembered Mom's "Pussy Juice" talk. I called, "Stop!"

"What? Why?"

"You're wasting it. Don't do that."

I hadn't intended anything more than asking if I could lick her, to show my appreciation for her taste. But I could see she didn't understand what I was saying, and an evil idea occurred to me. I knew I was going to enjoy this.

She was temporarily motionless, with the box of tissues in one hand, and a single, partly used tissue in the other. In other words, both her hands were full, snigger. I rolled over, raised myself into a kneeling position, and moved so that I was between her legs.

"I'll need a tissue", I said out loud, and I pulled a new one out of the box so she would assume I was going to continue wiping her in much the same way as she had been. That should maximize the surprise nicely.

I moved down so my head was above my target area.

"Now let's see," as I lowered my head. Julia was still clueless, excellent!

I quickly extended my tongue and did my best to wipe it over as much of the "target area" as I could.

"Eeekk!"

I would've laughed, but my mouth was busy with the second lick.

Julia bucked her hips into the air. To hold her down I had to drop my tissue. No loss, as I'd never intended to use it.

Another wipe of my tongue.

Another "Eeekk!" and buck of her hips.

This was fun. And I was pleased to note the taste was fine, not that I would've dared stop if it wasn't, not after Mom's lesson.

I got down to serious business, licking as rapidly as I could.

"Eeekk! What Eeek! are Eeek! you doing? Eek! {Pant}."

My response was more licks. I thought that if I gave her enough clues she'd be able to work it out for herself.

She responded with another "Eek!" then they morphed into sounds that meant she was over the shock, and was starting to have a very good time. As was I. I'd been nervous and worried, but those emotions dissipated as Julia started enjoying what I was doing.

She was over the shock completely now, and I just kept licking. Every time she gave an especially strong gasp, pant or buck, I increased the frequency of my previous action. Before long she was doing a lot of gasping, panting and bucking.

And not long after that, she added screaming and even more frantic bucks.

She did some more screaming, then some more, and then she really SCREAMED, arched her back, held it for a second, and then collapsed. Drawing on my extensive sexual experience, I knew I'd done good. I think most of the neighborhood knew I'd done good.

I moved back up to be beside her. She was motionless, lying on her back, her elbows on the mattress but both of her hands still up in the air holding the box and tissue. She looked quite silly, and also dazed and happy.

I removed the box and tissue from her nerveless hands, and said, "You won't need these ever again. From now on I will clean you my way."

"Oh."

I waited for her. Basking in the joy of a job well done.