Chapter 19: Julia's Outpouring

Sunday, April 3, 2005

Sunday morning, as soon as I could, I asked Mom, "Should I call Julia now? I made her wait too long yesterday and don't want to make that mistake again."

"Good boy. You're learning and thinking about how to be a good boyfriend. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks."

"But in this case I suggest you wait for her to call you, even if it takes a few hours. Yesterday morning she was desperately anxious to know whether you loved her or not. I don't think she fears that now, and she probably needs a sleep-in after the excitement of the last few days, so let her catch up on her sleep and she'll call you. From what I've heard, she will DEFINITELY be calling you! Haha."

Dad came in part way through Mom's explanation. After she'd finished, Dad said, "I heard you had a good afternoon, Mark?"

"I certainly did, Dad. It was awesome. I got a bit carried away though."

"So Fely told me. Don't let it go to your head, there's nothing worse than an arrogant boyfriend."

"Mom told me that yesterday."

"She's right. When I was a little older than you are now, I nearly was. Your mother turned my life around." Dad gave Mom a tight hug, decided it wasn't enough, and gave her a big kiss. Mom seemed to like that.

Not long ago I would've made an 'Eww' sound, but now I had a much better appreciation of how important such statements are.

After his kiss Dad continued, "Arrogance would be wrong anyway, in a few days Julia will be able to screw you into the ground. Women can easily outlast guys in the sack."

"Mom and Prof both said that yesterday."

"It's a well-known fact. You can't compete with a woman so don't even try. Anyway, it's not a competition. Love is all about giving not winning. You don't want to go down that road; it's bad, wrong, and you'll lose. Boy-oh-boy will you ever lose, {chuckle}."

#3: <Have you noticed that everyone keeps assuming we're in love with Julia?>

#2: <Yeah, I noticed that too. They say it a lot. Both here and at the Williams'. I'm not too comfortable with that.>

#4: <Me neither. There are times that I love being with Julia; but the other times are when people talk about marriage, having children, and long-term stuff like that. I can't even begin to think about that stuff. It freaks me out.>

#2: <So what do we do?>

#1: <We're certainly not going to break up with Julia just because we're worried! We don't know how we feel about those things, so we carry on how we are and see how we feel about them when they come up. Agreed?>

#2, #3, #4: <Agreed.>

#4: <We are NOT breaking up with Julia, that's for sure!>

I did things around the house, some chores, some homework, chatted with the girls a bit. Carol was particularly eager to know when she could go to Julia's to look at her clothes and makeup. I was trying to be productive while I hung around waiting for Julia to phone me.

There were a few false alarms caused by phone calls from other people, but about 11am Mom yelled from the kitchen, "Mark! Julia's on the phone."

I rushed to it, and said, "Hi."

From Julia, "Hello Lover."

"That sounds good! How are you? I was worried."

"I'm great! Very happy. Walking funny though."

"I hope you're on the phone in your bedroom?"

"Why? You think my family can't see I'm walking funny?"

"You mean you really are? I thought you were joking."

"I really am. I love it. Every step I take reminds me of how good you are, My Lover."

"Oh."

"Anyway, the reason I called is to see if you want to come over after lunch? I've asked Dad to put chains on my bedroom door so you can't get me in there today because I need at least another day off. But you can come over and we can study, chat, and just hang out. That okay with you?"

"I'd love to come over..."

#2: <There's that word again.>

" ... What time do you want me to get there?"

"Dad said he'd collect you at 1pm. He said he wanted to check the homework he gave you, whatever that means."

"Oh, he was serious about that then? I thought he was mostly joking."

"That's what he said, and he is going to come and get you, if that's okay with you?"

I asked Mom, she nodded, so I told Julia, "It's fine with me. I'll get my schoolbag ready and see you after 1."

"Good. I love you, Lover."

"Ahh. I love you too, Julia."

#1: <Oh boy, that last bit didn't feel comfortable.>

^

Prof arrived right on time. Mom just waved him in as he walked up the drive. He let himself in and joined us in the kitchen, where we were just finishing the lunch dishes. Coffees were offered and accepted. I had my standard milk.

After the usual pleasantries, Prof asked Mom and Dad, "Did Mark tell you about his little homework assignment yesterday?"

Mom answered, "No."

"At my home after wearing Julia out, he wouldn't stop apologizing to her, Vanessa and me. If it moved, he apologized to it, over and over again. It got tiresome so I stopped him. It was ridiculous that he was apologizing for making Julia so happy. He doesn't listen to other people properly..."

#1: <Huh? I thought we were pretty good at that.>

" ... They keep telling him everything is fine, and he keeps apologizing. So they tell him it's fine again, and he apologizes again. He doesn't listen. So I told him to think carefully about how he described the day to you, and that I would check up, which I'm doing now. I told him that if he blamed himself for doing some imagined wrong to Julia, then I wouldn't be pleased. So how did he describe what he did to my very happy daughter?"

Mom said, "He said he 'was too enthusiastic', and that he 'wore her out'. But that 'she was very happy.' Is that an accurate summary of what you told me Mark?"

"Um, I think so, Mom."

Prof said, "That's much better than his attitude at our home but it's still not very accurate, is it Mark?"

"I think it is. I thought about what to say, like you asked me to, and I think that's a good description."

Prof turned to Mom and Dad to say, "Excuse me, I should ask your permission before I start parenting Mark. Both my ladies have made it very clear to me that it is both of their intentions that he becomes my son-in-law. If both of them insist on something, I am NOT going to argue."

Mom and Dad chuckled in agreement, which was scary in several ways.

#3: <I wonder whether we have any say in this?>

#4: <I'm beginning to suspect not.>

Prof continued, "He's a good boy, but for my little girl's sake he needs a thing or two pointed out, so with your permission?"

Mom, "Be our guest. We also think he hasn't got a chance of getting away, especially as he doesn't want to."

#1: <Huh? How does Mom know what we want? I'm sure she's smart enough to see past the obvious lust and stuff. Is she saying that deep down inside we love Julia?>

#2: <I don't know. What do I understand about how Mom thinks?>

Prof turned back to me, "Okay Mark. So you think your description was accurate, yes?"

I nodded.

"Julia was there too, of course. So she has at least as much right as you do to have her description of the afternoon accepted as accurate, yes?"

I reluctantly nodded.

"Probably even more right, as we're talking about the effect on her body, and who better than her to know, yes?"

I gave an even more reluctant nod as I could see where this was going.

"Okay. Now tell us how you think Julia has been describing the afternoon."

#3: <Oh dear!>

#4: <We're not going to be able to get out of this, are we?>

#1: <Not a hope in hell. We might as well just grit out teeth, and do it.>

"If you'll excuse me borrowing your phrase, sir, I think she will have been saying that she was well fucked."

"You're trying, that's good. At least there was no apology in that sentence. But that's still not a very good description of what she's been saying. Care to try again?"

#3: <Oh dear yet again. I thought that'd get us off. There's more?>

#2: <You notice he even sounds like Mom during one of her lessons. Where do parents learn this stuff from?>

"Umm..." I couldn't bring myself to get any more detailed than that.

"Okay, Mark. I can see you're embarrassed..."

#4: <Someone finally noticed!>

" ... so I'll let you off. I'm sure you'll get the answer when you get back to my place. Just think about Julia's description being ENORMOUSLY better than yours, and ask yourself why yours is so poor. You need to think about what other people are thinking about you, rather than assuming you've done something wrong. Got that?"

"Yes, sir. I'll try."

"Good. Lesson over for now."

#3: <Phew!>

Dad asked, "Was he really that good?"

#3: <Uh oh. I take the "Phew" back.>

"Let me describe my night. Julia and her mother sat in the hot tub going through the events of afternoon, from beginning to end. They were engrossed. The only way I was getting any dinner was if I made it myself, which doesn't happen often."

^-- Turning to me Prof added, "So you owe me for making me dust off my rusty skills and cook the family dinner."

^-- He turned back to my parents, "The conversation continued over the dinner table, which I could've done without. I'll save you all the gory details, but it boils down to the following. Julia had several orgasms to each of Mark's, and how many virginal 15-year old boys can do that? He was gentle, but VERY vigorous. Julia has nothing to compare that with so we don't know how vigorous that was, but we're led to believe that 'VERY' is probably an understatement. When she said 'Stop', which she had to do more than once, he did, and either waited until she was ready again or stopped for good when she'd reached the end of her rope. Mark was also humorous - they had some good jokes going - affectionate and caring.

^-- "I could go on for hours if I was to continue to quote Julia. She was already locked onto Mark, but she's even more so now. She's bursting to express her feelings but doesn't have the vocabulary for it. As far as she's concerned, it was four hours of unimprovable perfection."

^-- Prof turned to me. I was well past mere embarrassment already. Admittedly in a proud sort of way, but I'd much prefer Prof to direct his comments elsewhere. He said, "I wouldn't normally say those sorts of thing in front of someone in case their ego swelled too much, but your problem is too little ego so maybe this'll help, and as soon as you get to my house Vanessa and Julia are going to express the same sentiments anyway.

^-- "However - and this is a big 'however', so pay attention - I don't know how you had this much effect on my daughter. Certainly she and her mother have always been over-the-top romantics, but this goes beyond that. Julia is totally bowled over by you; head-over-heels irrationally bowled over. So be damned careful you don't abuse her vulnerability, boy!"

"(Gulp). Yes, sir."

"And start carrying a good supply of handkerchiefs."

"Sir?"

"You'll see."

Mom asked, "Was he really that good? Julia's not exaggerating?"

"Julia's certainly not exaggerating about her feelings, and I doubt she's exaggerating about his physical performance either. She's inexperienced so she doesn't have any way of comparing, but I overheard more than enough details last night to make significant exaggeration unlikely."

Mom said, "Mark told us a much-diminished version of this, and we assumed his wearing Julia out was just his first-time exuberance and her being new to it. That's not what you've described though?"

"No, I don't think that's what it was," agreed Prof. "Time will tell though. One thing's for sure, he'll get plenty more 'times'."

Dad chuckled to himself, then said, "I don't suppose I can claim he's a chip off the old block, can I?"

The adults laughed, and Mom said, "That depends, dear, what were you like at fifteen and a half?"

"Four hours, didn't you say Prof?"

"About that, yes."

"At that age I think my record was about four minutes."

The adults laughed again. I wasn't capable of laughter though; I was too embarrassed, somewhat freaked out, and VERY scared of Prof's dire warning. Also: Dad had been sexually active at my age! He'd kept that quiet. Can't say I was surprised that he had been, but I was surprised that my parents were willing to be open about it in front of me now.

There was a pause, then Mom said to Prof, "You say Vanessa is an over-the-top romantic?"

"Yes. I was wondering if you'd spot that."

"So how was your night then?"

"About what you'd expect. This morning too."

All the adults laughed again.

#4: <Do you know what they're talking about?>

I must have looked puzzled because Prof explained it to me, "Vanessa was very loving to me last night, then again this morning. And I'm sure we still haven't finished working through the charge."

Now I added embarrassment to my look of puzzlement.

"Mark, you've got a lot to learn about women..."

#3: <Doubtless very true, but getting annoying to hear so often.>

" ... When a woman hears something romantic she gets romantic herself. The more she hears, the more romantic she gets. Last night Vanessa spent about three hours talking to her much-loved daughter about what a superb love and lover you are. Not to mention that she'd heard four hours of her daughter's passionate screams. Vanessa built up a great deal of romantic pressure that needed to be relieved. We're still working our way through it. I expect it'll take a few more days even if you don't come back. Take it from me, my boy, you've more than paid me back for the cost of soundproofing my daughter's room. Haha."

All the adults laughed again. It was one of those types of conversations, that only the adults find funny while I felt as awkward as hell.

Dad raised his eyebrows, "Soundproofing her room?"

Prof chuckled, "One of the things a father never imagines he's going to learn about his little girl: she's LOUD."

More adult laughter.

Prof continued, "I'm surprised the neighbors on that side haven't complained. It can only be embarrassment that's holding them back. I called a couple of firms this morning to get quotes."

#1: <I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He really is going to soundproof Julia's room.>

"Ahh, sir, we could try to be quieter."

"What sort of father would I be to hold my daughter back from expressing her happiness in her own room? Getting soundproofing is better. I might have to get you some earmuffs though since you'll be inside the room. They'll help protect your head when she clamps it between her thighs."

Once again the adults laughed at my embarrassment.

"She told you that I was down there."

"She didn't just tell me - well Vanessa mostly - that you were down there, she described in detail what you did and its effect on her.

^-- "Don't look so embarrassed. Most of their talk isn't so physical. Mostly they talk about feelings, emotions, dreams and plans. Fairly boring really. I did tell you they spent three hours discussing it last night."

"I thought you were exaggerating. We were only in there for four hours, so how can they spend three hours talking about it?"

"Three hours last night. Probably another three hours already today, and doubtless as many hours again over the next week or so."

"But that makes no sense at all. That's much longer than we took in the first place."

"You've got a lot to learn about women."

#2: <{Groan}.>

Prof added, "I think we've kept the impatient members of my family waiting too long already. I'll be in trouble if I don't deliver you soon. Let's get on our way, Mark."

I grabbed my schoolbag and we left.

^

When we pulled up outside the Williams' house, Julia came running out - with a noticeably sore-muscle, limping style of run - falling into my arms when I moved to meet her. Having only one good arm I had to drop my schoolbag quickly in order to catch her. She made up for it by kissing me several times.

"Let's take it inside, kids."

Julia reluctantly allowed me to lower her, but hugged my arm tightly.

"Ah, honey, I need my arm back so I can pick up my schoolbag."

She picked it up for me, draped the strap over my shoulder, and then reattached herself to my arm. We walked toward the house.

Julia said, "Sorry Mark, but my brothers insist on being silly. Sorry, but I couldn't stop them."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see when we get inside. It's not bad; they're just being silly."

As we got closer to the front door I could hear military marching music playing. Just inside the front door, on either side, were Julia's two brothers, standing at attention with a broom each held over their right shoulders. As I reached them they stamped one heel on the floor and saluted smartly. Then laughed and broke formation.

One of them advanced on me and offered a handshake, "You're obviously the Mark that we've heard so much about. I'm Robert, he's Andrew. 'All welcome the conquering hero.' Haha."

I shook hands with them both, clumsily offering my left hand, temporarily released for the purpose by Julia.

I asked, "What's with the army stuff?"

"Just having a bit of fun. We got home last night and Mom and Sis were in a complete tizzy. You'd think Jesus Christ himself had just left. Except that some of the things they were saying about you would've been MOST inappropriate for him, haha.

^-- "We decided you'd conquered the women of this family, so we're saluting their hero. But mostly we're teasing Sis. She's been plaguing us all week with embarrassing questions so we're getting a bit of lighthearted payback.

^-- "It's good to meet you at last. Come in, come in. I'll turn the music off."

As we wandered toward the living room, Andrew added, "Judging by some of the things we've been hearing, we should be asking you for advice about how to make a girl happy."

Robert called out, on his way to and from the stereo, "That's for sure. I had to carry Julia up to bed last night. The poor little girl couldn't even walk. You wouldn't know anything about that would you? She couldn't stop smiling though, so it can't have been too bad."

We chatted away for a while. They were nice guys, much to my relief. When Julia had told me they were going to be silly, I'd gotten worried. I knew they were much older, so presumably bigger than me, and there were two of them (they were actually shorter than me, but they still had me outnumbered). I'd feared they taken exception to the state I'd left Julia in, but it was quite the opposite.

Mrs. Williams - Vanessa (I have to get into that habit) - brought me some milk and cookies. Lunch was only half an hour ago, but there's always room for a snack. Especially as she was very eager to please and I didn't want to disappoint her by rejecting her offering. Julia curled up on my lap, with my arm-and-a-half around her, and just radiated happiness.

After a while Robert and Andrew excused themselves to get back to whatever they do when they're not teasing their sister's new boyfriend.

As soon as we were alone, I asked Julia, "How are you? Are you still sore?"

"A little. But it's a wonderful reminder. I am SO happy, My Love. I can't believe how fantastic you are. I'm the luckiest girl ever..." She went on with this theme for a while. I was eventually forced to kiss her, and then we went with that theme for a while, which was personally much more enjoyable for me.

We even studied for a while, between kisses. We had some common classes so we could discuss those, but mostly we worked individually, especially as I was doing two grades. In practical terms studying here was a nuisance, as I have a very useful setup for myself at home: a desk just wide and deep enough for two books side by side and with a pad for each, a pen in each hand, and a shelf immediately above where everything else I might need is. All in privacy so I can effectively split myself down the middle and work as if two people. It's very efficient but too freaky to do here. The kisses and cookie service were good though. Vanessa kept me well supplied with snacks, which was great. My stomach didn't have to rumble to remind Julia to feed it.

After a reasonable amount of work, Julia suggested, "Shall we adjourn to my room?" It was an especially reasonable amount after the invitation.

"Oh, I thought you were too sore?"

"We can't do much, but I noticed last night that the only places on me that weren't sore were my ears and breasts. I think you ignored those areas, they're offended, and they demanded some attention. Let's go to my room and you can decide which of those areas you want to pay attention to. Although if it's just my ears, we could stay here?"

We went to her room.

I noticed her walking a bit funny, particularly going up the stairs. I offered, "Do you want me to carry you?"

"No thanks, love. Walking is good for my muscles; it stops them seizing up."

When we got near her room I saw a cute sign on the outside of its door. The border was small cherubs, hearts, vines, and that sort of girly stuff. The words in the middle read:

The
"He Showed Me"
Room.

I stopped in the hallway outside her door and said, "What does that mean?" pointing to the sign.

"I made it this morning. Remember when we got undressed yesterday?"

"I'll NEVER forget that!" Which earned me a big smile.

"I said I loved you. You said you loved me. Then I said, 'Show me.' For the next four hours you did. No girl has ever been better shown. It was perfect, awesome, overwhelming ... Just indescribable. I only wish that I deserved the love you have for me. I feel so inadequate for you, but I promise I'll try as hard as I can to be good enough for you. I know I'm not, but please, PLEASE let me try. I will try and try and try until I burst. Please let me try! I don't want to lose you, oh..." And then she burst into tears and threw herself at me, burying her face in my chest and wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.