Chapter 3

Julie was lying on the couch in her apartment watching “Real World” and wondering why they chose such brainless, shallow actors.

“How’s the new job?” asked her roommate Rachel.

“Not bad.  The kid, Joey, is sweet.  His mom, Sandra seems like she’s down-to-earth and I haven’t met the dad yet.”

“Does the mom work?”

“No.  The days I work she’s off running errands and meeting friends.  I think she’s got it pretty sweet.  Nice house, pool, nice kid and enough money to enjoy herself.”

Rachel scoffed, “Wow.  Why have a kid if you’re not going to take care of him?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I think it’s kind of nice that she can go and do ‘her’ stuff and not have to be tied down with Joey.”

“Then why not work and make some money?  I mean doesn’t she want to be her own person?  Or is she one of those people who is totally tied into her husband?”

Rachel, like Julie, had just finished her first year at the University.  They had met in a freshman seminar course on Woman’s Studies taught by an “ancient” professor.   Ancient in their eyes since Dr. Lieberman was in her late-fifties and had been an icon in the Woman’s Studies Department since 1983 when she took over as chair.  According to University scuttlebutt she always “indoctrinated” at least one of her seminar students each year.  

Rachel and Julie had decided to move off campus for their sophomore yea.  Rather than go home for the summer they rented a two bedroom apartment and stayed around campus.  They were both working at Starbucks two days per week, Julie was being a nanny and Rachel spent the other days as a temporary receptionist moving around campus as full-time staff took time off.

Neither of them had steady boyfriends.  They did have a group of friends that they hung out with, going to movies, attempting to get into bars, typical underage college stuff.  

Julie got up, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass out of a cupboard.  “I don’t think she lives vicariously through him.  She doesn’t strike me as someone who would live through her husband.  I mean, I think she used to have some kind of corporate job until she had Joey and then she decided to stay home with him.  The husband is some major corporate dude and is way successful so she doesn’t need to work anymore.”

“Lucky.”

“Yeah.”

“I think she fucks around on him too.”

Rachel sat up and asked “Really!  Why do you say that?”

Julie walked back to the couch with her glass of water, sat down with her legs underneath her, “I don’t know for sure, but yesterday I took Joey and his friend to the park.  When I got back, Sandra and the friend’s dad were a bit flustered.  Actually she wasn’t flustered at all, he was flustered, or flushed would be a better way of putting it if you know what I mean.” Julie added slyly.

“Wow, that’s so cool.  You’re in the middle of a soap opera!”

“I suppose, he is pretty delicious.  I wouldn’t blame her one bit, I know I got a little tingle when he looked at me.”

“No Way!  How old is he?” Rachel squealed.

“Uh, I don’t know 30-something I suppose.”

“Closer to 30 or closer to 40?” Rachel demanded.

“I don’t know, what do I look like?  The guy who guesses ages at the state fair?”

“How could you find a guy like that hot?  He’s just another one of those frustrated, horny old married guys.  There’s like a zillion of them around.  Hell, half of my profs are like that.”

Julie took a sip of water, swallowed and said, “I know, they’re everywhere, but this guy just seemed different.  I could see myself lying naked in bed as he took off his shirt, seeing his muscled chest.  Watching him undo his belt, then slide his pants off, getting an eyeful of his hot, tight ass as he turned to put his pants over the chair.”  Julie’s breathing had become deeper and she didn’t realize it but her hand had wandered down and was lightly rubbing her pussy through her shorts.

Rachel was doing the same thing, eyes closed imagining the older man walking towards her on the bed.  Out of the corner of her eye, Julie saw Rachel’s hand moving over her shorts, gently touching herself.

Julie continued to watch Rachel, “Walking over his cock hard, pointing straight up.  Knowing that you’re going to be fucked by it.  Wanting it, needing it.”  Rachel’s fingers slid her shorts aside and began sliding a finger inside between her pussy lips.  Julie’s eyes were locked on Rachel’s hand.   Her own hand was rubbing her clit through her shorts, and she could feel a damp spot spreading through her panties.  

“Feeling your pussy heating up, desire washing over you.  He walks over to the bed, your legs are spread, your hand is already on your pussy, rubbing it.”  A moan escaped from Rachel as her fingers worked in and out of her.

Julie continued to finger her clit, but it was too much, she pulled her shorts aside and shuddered as she sank two fingers into her.  Rachel’s other hand had worked up under her shirt and was squeezing a nipple.  

“He gets on the bed, looking into each other’s eyes.  You look down at his cock, he’s stroking it, showing you how hard it is.  The tip, red, precum leaking from it.  He slides it up and down your pussy, lubricating it, spreading your lips.

“Then, looking you straight in the eye, he slides in.”

“Ohhhh God….” Escaped Rachel’s lips as her hips thrust up to meet an imaginary cock.  Her fingers continuing to saw in and out of her pussy.

Julie’s eyes widened as she watched her friend masturbating.  Her own pussy wet, she could feel her orgasm approaching.  “His cock, nice and thick spreads your lips.  His hips thrust and you can feel his cock deep, deep inside of you.

“Squeezing your pussy around his cock, you know you’re not going to last long.  Each thrust brings you closer and closer.  You want him to cum, you want to feel him spurt inside you.  Feel his hot cum, filling you.”

Julie couldn’t continue, she dropped into her own fantasy world where Mike was between her legs and his cock was plowing into her.  She could feel his balls slapping against her.  Just then Rachel let out a low growl as her orgasm crashed over her.  Julie opened her eyes in time to see her face contorted and her hips thrusting to meet and imaginary cock.  Julie’s own orgasm hit her, wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.  When it was finished, she lay back on the couch and tried to catch her breath.

Rachel was enjoying her own post-orgasmic bliss, shorts still pulled aside, shirt riding up when she said, “Damn girl, I need to come over the next time this guy picks up his kid.”

Julie started to put her clothes back in place, stood up, looked at Rachel and said, “I think that can be arranged,” and walked out of the living room.



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