Chapter 21: Monday Evening; Not Sore No More

Monday, April 4, 2005 (Continued)

I left Carol and rushed around to Julia's. She was waiting outside her front door for me, so even my pathetically low level of understanding females didn't prevent me getting the distinct impression that she'd been waiting for me somewhat longer than she'd expected. A very rapid explanation was definitely a good idea.

Running up to her, "I'm very sorry I'm late, honey. Carol had some personal troubles at home and was quite upset. There was no one else at home so I had to stay to look after her. Some guy rejected her recently. I think the guy she wanted as her first boyfriend. I'm guessing she even tried to get a bit sexy with him but he refused her. Poor Carol was quite upset. She's too young yet, but it still hurt her. There was some crying involved, which always gets to me."

Julia liked my explanation enough to give me some kisses, then ask, "Is she all right now?"

"I think she's fine, but Mom and Dad won't be home for a couple of hours and Donna is playing field hockey at school. Do you mind if we go inside and I call her to check?"

Julia thought that was a good idea, although it required that I kiss her a few more times first.

We went into the kitchen, where I called Carol while Julia made me a snack, "Because you're going to need your strength shortly."

While I was busy on the phone, Andrew wandered in and started eating my snack! He winked at me, as if that helped! Fortunately Julia made me another one, and kept it out of Andrew's reach until he'd wandered off with the coffee he'd come down to make, my snack having been a nice bonus for him.

Carol was fine. She was pleased that I'd called to check on her. She told me I was wonderful, which was nice of her.

Immediately after I hung up, I remembered that Carol had asked me about her spending some quality girly time with Julia. I should've done it while Carol was on the phone, but asking Julia now was fine too. I said, "Remember your offer to have Carol over one evening to look at your clothes, discuss makeup, and whatever other girly things you do at such times? Things that I'm sure no guy wants to be involved in. Before I left home Carol asked me to remind you about that."

"I'll ask Mom when she gets home when a good time is. I'll invite Carol over for dinner and she can even spend the night if she wants. She was very helpful getting us together when you were off school so I'm happy to return the favor, especially if she's depressed about something. I'll cheer her up right now by calling and telling her." Julia grabbed the phone and started dialing.

I suddenly had a silly thought: I felt a surge of pride that such a beautiful girl knew my home number from memory. How cool! Then I felt silly because we were about to go up to her room to have sex which was surely just a little bit more significant. I watched as Julia hit "Redial" and I felt disappointed.

Julia told Carol what she'd told me. I could hear Carol's squeals of joy from where I was standing. They started talking about the "fun things" they could do. None of them sounded like fun to me, so I tuned out to give my snack the attention it deserved. My ears did catch one sentence from Julia though, "Yes, he is wonderful." It was good that my two favorite girls agreed on that.

After Julia hung up, she said, "I don't think Carol is depressed anymore, haha. She was very excited. I'm glad I can do something nice for her."

"You mentioned something like that before, that you owed her a lot. I'm not aware that you owe her much. How did that happen?"

"I owe Carol HEAPS! The day you told Annette your feelings for me, and so many people told me the story, my heart almost burst. I rushed home to tell Mom, not knowing what else to do. Mom was very excited too, and we knew I had to talk with you the next day. But you'd been attacked and were in the hospital because of me. I was frantic with worry. That someone as incredible as you loved me was amazing, but I'd gotten you beaten up. I found out about Carol and approached her, scared she'd scratch my eyes out for causing her brother to be hospitalized.

^-- "Carol was the opposite of angry; she was wonderfully kind and helpful. She talked to me, then she talked to you, and when you told her that you wanted to date me, she passed that message on. If she wasn't so nice she could have easily have messed things up between us. Instead she tried as hard as she could to help. After you agreed to date me, Carol spent ages helping me get to know you, what you liked and disliked, your hobbies, favorite foods, TV programs, etc. Without her help I might never have been able to convince you to let me be your girlfriend. Having a girly night with her doesn't come close to repaying what I owe."

#4: <Ha! As if Julia would've had ANY trouble getting a date with us! It seems girls don't understand guys as badly as we don't understand them.>

#1: <Yeah. It's nice that Carol was so helpful though. It may have been totally unnecessary, but neither of them thought that.>

"I remember you did talk about some of that before, but I didn't realize how much Carol helped. What a neat sister. Hmmm, I have two statements to make. Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Number One: What is my favorite food?"

Julia unhesitatingly recited, "Roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings and lots of gravy."

"Correct. Don't forget it; food is very important to me."

Julia was smiling at me. I hope she realized I was being serious.

"Number Two: As much as you think you owe Carol a favor for bringing us together, I owe her a bigger one."

Julia gave me a VERY big smile, nicely accompanied by a very big hug and kiss. Once again, I hope she realized I was being serious. Possibly even more serious than about my favorite dinner.

While Julia was cleaning and putting away my snack plate, I held up my hand and counted off my fingers as I said, "Now let's see: Go to Julia's - done. Check on Carol - done. Eat snack - done. Hmmm. I felt sure there was something else I was supposed to do. What was it? Hmmm. Can't rightly remember. I seem to recall it was something to do with treating or mistreating an object. I'm confused over which it was though, but maybe I'll work it out when I see the object in question. Do you have any objects around here, ma'am, that need something done to them?"

Getting into the spirit of it, Julia responded, "You know, I believe we do have such an object. In one of the upstairs rooms I think. Fair crying out for some hard objectification it is. Follow me, kind sir."

I was composing my reply while we were walking up the stairs, when I noticed that Julia was walking somewhat funny. She still had some muscle tenderness, and I felt terrible. If I hadn't noticed, I would've been equally hard on her again today, and probably hurt her all over again. I felt like a heel. I resolved to be a tender lover this time. This distracted me from my composing, and we arrived at the "He Showed Me" room without any further brilliant repartee from me.

I thought of a fairly good one just as we were about to enter her bedroom. I motioned Julia back from the door, saying, "Stand back, ma'am. Sometimes these objects can be pretty wild. You wouldn't believe how wild the one I had to deal with last Saturday was. Let me go first to make sure the room is safe. You wait out here and I'll call you when the coast is clear."

I opened the door just the bare amount necessary, slipped in, and closed it behind me on a surprised but amused looking Julia.

I called out in a voice loud enough for Julia to hear, "Here, Object. Come on, Object. It's no use hiding, I'll find you. Where are you, Object?" While calling, I was gathering my robe.

I positioned myself in the middle of the room, and called out to Julia. "It appears safe, ma'am. You can come in now." Then I quickly ran so that I was hiding behind the door when it opened.

Julia entered cautiously, not sure what to expect. She didn't see me anywhere, so she advanced farther into the room. As soon as she was in far enough, I threw my robe over her head and wrapped my arms around her so I had her pinned and blinded. I lifted her off the ground and called out, as if to someone outside the room. "Ma'am, I've captured the Object. Quite a handful it is too. Let's see what type of Object it is."

I turned her upside-down, her skirt very conveniently falling down to expose her panties. Julia's legs were kicking back and forth, giving me a very attractive view, and she was sort-of-screaming, sort-of-laughing. She couldn't make up her mind. I admired the view while she tried to decide.

"Ma'am, stay out there. This one looks dangerous. I have my suspicions, let me check ... Yes ma'am, you were very lucky you called me, this is one of the worst types of Objects there are. This is one of the dreaded Sex Objects. You have no idea how much damage these beasties can do."

I removed my right arm from its sling. I was holding Julia vertically upside-down with my left arm around her waist in a way that also held the robe tight around her body. She's so much smaller than me that this was quite easy.

I moved my right hand up near her crotch to make sure it could reach, then I called out, "I'm about to attempt to determine its gender, ma'am. Cross your fingers and hope for a male because they're much easier to deal with. We really don't want a female - they've been known to be fatal to their helpless victims and are extremely hard to deal with." I occasionally had to pause my speech as sometimes Julia's giggles, screams and now hiccups were too loud. I didn't want her to miss any of this.

"Testing now, ma'am". My right hand pulled Julia's panties to the side and I immediately licked her pussy. Her screams doubled their volume. Her hiccups and laughter too. I licked a few times, but her legs were waving back and forth so much my face decided to retreat to a safe distance.

"Ma'am, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is REALLY bad. I'm afraid that what we've got here tastes like a female Sex Object. And it smells like one too."

That got another shriek from Julia.

"That confirms it, ma'am. The smell is unmistakable. This is definitely a female Sex Object. A young one by the look of it. We're going to have to proceed very, very cautiously. The good news is that you're very lucky you called me. I happen to be one of the world's leading experts on the handling of female Sex Objects. If anyone can subdue this particular Object, then it's me, ma'am. Sometimes we have to send in a whole team to subdue one of these, but I think I can handle this one. Fortunately it's quite small, although it's very vigorous."

I was at a bit of a loss now. I couldn't think what to do next, which was a real pity because I was enjoying myself immensely, and from what I could see and hear, so was Julia.

I saw the robe's belt hanging down, which gave me the idea of tying it around her upper-body to hold her helpless, but I certainly couldn't do that while holding her upside-down the way I was, especially with only one and a half good arms. If I dropped her on the bed first she'd probably squirm away before I could tie her. I was thinking this through when I had an idea, #4: <Why not lick her pussy several times before we drop her on the bed. If we get her worked up enough she'll be slow to react, and we'll have time to tie her up.>

#2: <I like the way you think #4!>

#1: <I'm worried about suffocating her in the robe.>

#2: <There are sleeve holes and what not. I'm sure that after we've tied her we can rearrange the robe to make sure enough air gets in. Let's do it?>

#1, #3, #4: <Agreed.>

"Don't come in yet, ma'am. It's going to get pretty messy in here shortly, and you really don't want to see it."

Before Julia had time to think about what could be happening, I pulled her panties to the side again, and - to borrow Mom's joking reference - rubbed my face in it. That's about all the technique I could use as Julia was thrashing around, waving her legs, and generally being most uncooperative. Not unappreciative though, judging by the amount of liquid I was able to rub my face in.

I walked slowly over to the bed while enthusiastically re-determining the gender of the Object. When I was in position I lined everything up carefully. I didn't want to drop her on her head, as even on the bed that could hurt. I wanted to lay her on her back, quickly but carefully. I also made sure I knew where the ends of the belt were, so once I had her entirely on the bed I could quickly grab the ends and tie them.

I gave her several extra-enthusiastic licks, then quickly lowered her on to her back. I grabbed the belt and managed to wrap it twice around her body and arms, and tie a reef knot. That barely took two or three seconds, and Julia hadn't even tried to stop me. I gave the robe some tugs to make sure there was a large spare volume around her head, with a sleeve nearby so air supply wasn't going to be a problem. I grasped a bunch of the robe about where the knot was. That hand could easily control her, so she couldn't roll off the bed, get away or hurt herself.

"Ma'am, I have the female Sex Object tied up. I'm ready to start subduing her now. This can be quite spectacular so you can come in and watch if you like."

She wasn't moving much, so I used my right hand to hold her down, and my left hand to start removing her panties. She kicked, screamed, laughed and hiccuped, but somehow never separated her legs enough to make removing her panties difficult. In a few seconds they were off.

"Look at this, ma'am. See the Object's pussy?" As I was rubbing my finger up and down it. "Look at it closely, ma'am. This is the most dangerous part of a female Sex Object. Sure they have other parts that are very effective, but this part right here," I inserted a couple of fingers and started pumping, "is the one that causes by far the most trouble. And by the look of it, this particular female Sex Object has an especially fine pussy. Imagine the trouble this one could cause on an unsuspecting individual. It's a very good thing that we've got her under control now."

I had to stop playing with pussy to very quickly remove my pants. Soon I was naked from the waist down and very erect. Julia was also very ready, but there was no harm in using my fingers to check again.

"Ma'am, there's another reason we were lucky to capture this one when we did. She's of breeding age and if we hadn't..."

#4: <Argh! "Breeding age"! Damn we have to use a rubber. Damn, damn, damn.>

I'd been planning to climb up between her legs and to start screwing her. Getting a rubber out of its foil packet and onto my cock while holding Julia down was going to be difficult. For a second I was tempted to do without the rubber, but I remembered the grim look on Dad's face when he'd talked about failing to live up to his expectations. Damn! Oh well, I'll just eat her to orgasm and then untie her so we can screw normally after that.

"Uh oh, ma'am. It looks like it's time to get down to business. This is the part of my job that I most enjoy. It's messy, but I personally find it very satisfying." I had moved to between Julia's legs, and at this point wrapped by my hands around her thighs, spread her legs and put lips and tongue to work, to do the best job I could.

I started off slow, but very quickly recognized that Julia was in absolutely no need of any slow-building foreplay play. She was hot and wet already, so I just went for bringing her to a climax quickly. Within a minute she was bucking hard enough that I had to seriously hang on with both hands. I wished I'd brought some protective gear, as my face got pounded by her lower torso several times.

Her various screams and laughs were replaced with her now trademark succession of yeses, in this case: "Yes, Yes, {hiccup}, Yes, YES, YES, {HICCUP}, YES..."

She was getting closer and closer, and the two parts of her chant were getting louder and louder. I had just started wondering whether the soundproofing provided by the robe would save the neighbors further embarrassment, when my head was slammed HARD between two thighs. The only sound I could hear was the ringing in my ears, and the only thing I could think was <How in hell can she grip our head so fiercely between those tiny thighs?>

Then her thighs - with my head FIRMLY encased - rocketed up in the air, then down again, then up again, then down again. Now my only thought was a serious, <Is our head going to survive this?>

Then Julia collapsed, her whole body going limp. Most importantly, her limpness included her thighs.

#2: <Thank God that ride is over!>

I cautiously moved my head to see whether it was still attached to my neck. It was. I couldn't believe it, so I repeated the test. Inexplicably, my head didn't roll off my neck and fall to the floor.

I slid off the end of the bed, got a rubber, and then sat beside the unmoving Julia. I untied the robe, and started loosening it enough to find a hole to move over her head. When I saw her face, she was awake, but only sort of.

She came around enough to recognize me, turned her head to look at me, smiled, and said, "{Hiccup}."

We laughed, and she started trying to disentangle herself from the robe, so I helped. When the robe was removed, I took the liberty of continuing to remove articles of her clothing. Soon she was naked, exactly the way I like her. She pulled my shirt over my head, and now I was in the same state.

A delightfully naked Julia stood up on the other side of the bed from me, pulled back the covers and slid in. "Come in, you wonderful man."

I accepted her invitation.

We cuddled. She hiccuped. We laughed.

She ventured, "That was a lot of fun."

"It certainly was. I don't know where all that came from. I just made it up as I went, but it was a lot of fun."

"I was laughing and screaming. I didn't know which to do more, or next, I was a helpless mess."

"So helpless you nearly pulled my head off my shoulders."

"What? When?"

"When you clamped my head between your thighs."

"Did I do that?"

"Did you ever! During your orgasm."

"I don't remember. Anyway, it was your fault. I was your innocent, helpless victim. I was tied down so there was nothing I could do to protect myself from the 'World's Leading Expert Female Sex Object Handler'."

"That'll teach you to be a sex object. I hoped you learned your lesson?"

"Absolutely: 'Always employ an Expert.' Several times if necessary."

Which reminded me, "Speaking of several times, I have this little problem."

Julia asked, with I suspect mock concern, "Oh?"

"Give me your hand." She did, and I moved it under the covers, to the problem area.

"Oh no," she said. "That's a BIG problem."

We both thought that the problem should be fixed immediately. Julia put the rubber on me, claiming it was "girl's work." When she was spreading and lifting her legs I saw her wince a little, which immediately reminded me that I had forgotten my resolution to be tender today. I made the resolution again, additionally resolving to remember it this time.

"Are you still a little bit sore?"

"From all the laughing. You had me laughing so hard for so long. It was wonderful. Don't worry about it, let's get that big problem taken care of."

I slowly inserted myself into her. I was still hard and she was still VERY wet, so I slid in easily. I took the weight of her legs on my arms, not that they weighed much, in order to ease the strain on her stomach, and then I started sliding back and forth. I didn't thrust; I EASED back and forth. I was determined to go easy on her this time.

It was very nice. It's wonderful to have her in front of me like this, and for me to be able to look at all of her so well. I also really enjoyed watching and feeling my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I didn't reach for her breasts because I didn't want to stretch her legs and stomach muscles too much, so I just rocked back and forth, enjoying the experience.

After a few minutes Julia requested, "Faster." So I sped up just a little. Not much, as I was determined to be gentle this time.

Another minute later Julia again requested, "Faster please." I increased my speed just a little.

After a few seconds she looked puzzled, "Even faster please." I moved just a little faster.

"Come on Mark, much faster. I'm ready, let's move it up." I reluctantly increased my speed a little. It wasn't a very smart thing to do.

"Mark! What are you doing? Fuck me. Get moving. I know you can."

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to go any faster."

"Why not? I need you to go faster. I REALLY need you to."

"I don't want to hurt you. On Saturday I was too rough, and already today you are sore. And I saw you even had some trouble walking up the stairs. I promised myself I would be tender to you today."

"I don't want you to be tender. Tender is the last thing I want now. I'm fine. Let's go."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Argh! I'm HORNY! I haven't had you for two days and I've been thinking about you every second. We've started playing and I'm very worked up. I'm desperate for you to FUCK me. FUCK me Mark, fuck me until you can't move anymore!"

"I really don't want..."

"I WANT you to! I'm REALLY horny, and I want you NOW!"

"But I don't want to hurt..."

Julia screamed, "ARRGGHH!"

Julia lay there, clearly pissed off and frustrated. I sat at her feet feeling sick. I hated telling her "No." Believe me, I REALLY hated it! But I knew I would hate hurting her too. I didn't know what to do, or what to say.

Julia worked out what to do though. She suddenly jumped out of bed, marched to the door, yanked it open, and yelled very loudly, "ANDREW?"

I heard Andrew's muffled answer, "Yes."

I said, "Julia, you're naked!"

She ignored me, continuing her yelled conversation with Andrew, "Please get Daddy's gun and bring it here."

"Get his gun! Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. Quickly please."

I was freaking out. I exclaimed, "Julia, what are you doing? Why do you need a gun? And you're naked? What are you doing?