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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