Taking Her Place Page 7

  A motion caught my eye, and I stared down at the bedcovers where an interesting lump was beginning to form. I glanced back up at his face and gave him a slight smile as I unbuttoned the last few buttons of my blouse.

  I pulled the shirt off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor alongside my skirt. I had no idea anything was going to happen between Julian and me tonight, but I’d worn my sexiest bra just in case. Now, I was glad I did as he stared raptly at how my areolas were slightly visible through the translucent cloth. My nipples were swollen and stiff, tenting the material and leaving no doubt that I was just as turned on as he was.

  Reaching behind my back, I undid the clasp of my bra and felt its hold loosen around my breasts. As I slid it off my full mounds, they barely sagged at all, standing firm and proud with the nipples angled upward.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as he gazed hungrily at my chest.

  My hands moved lower and my fingertips teased over the elastic waistband of my panties. His gaze shifted downward, watching me in anticipation.

  I gave him a slight smile. “You first.”

  He seemed puzzled. “What do you mean?”

  I continued to smile at him as I reached down and took hold of the covers. He grinned as I began to slowly pull them towards me.

  The head of his cock appeared first, and it was apparent he was fully erect. I continued to slowly pull on the covers, revealing more and more of his long dick. It seemed to go on forever, until finally his hairy balls came into sight.

  It looked even bigger than I remembered, jutting up in a rigid arch over his stomach. The skin was stretched smooth, and the swollen head was a faint shade of purple. A warm bubble of wetness popped softly in my pussy, and I wondered if something like that would ever fit inside of me.

  “Oh my god,” I whispered reverently.

  He smiled. “Your turn.”

  Keeping my eyes on his cock, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and pushed them down, revealing my shaved-smooth pussy to his lust-filled gaze.

  “Beautiful,” he repeated.

  “What now?” I asked.

  He pointed to a chair beside the bed with a few pillows on it. “Grab those pillows and get on the bed.”

  I did as he asked as he kicked the covers down, getting them out of the way.

  Once I was kneeling on the bed between his spread legs, he said, “Set the pillows up so you can lean back against them. That’s it, right between my legs.”

  I set the pillows in place, then took my position, sitting between his legs and facing him. My knees were up, and my feet flat on the bed.

  “Now drape your legs over my thighs,” he instructed.

  I did as he asked, and now we were sitting face-to-face, both of our legs spread.

  “A little closer,” he said.

  I scooted up until my pussy was less than a foot away from his cock, bringing the pillows with me.

  “Perfect,” he said, and smiled as his eyes roamed over my body.

  “Now what?” I asked.

  “Now, we have a little fun.” He gripped the base of his cock with his left hand and then curled the other hand around the shaft, just below the head. He began to stroke it slowly with his top hand, bumping his fist over the raised ridge circling his cockhead.

  “Oh god,” I groaned. “That’s so sexy.”

  “Join in anytime you want,” he said, staring down between my spread legs.

  I slid a hand down to my pussy, caressing the smooth skin as I dipped one finger between my labia. It was already very slick, and the lubrication coated my fingertips as I explored my vertical crease.

  “That’s so hot,” he groaned, his eyes intense as he watched me touch myself. Then he leaned over to the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube I’d seen the other day. After squirting a generous dollop onto the head of his cock, he capped the bottle and put it away. Then he resumed stroking himself, spreading the slick fluid over his engorged skin.

  His hand made sticky wet sounds as it slid up and down his stiff erection, and I watched in fascination as I continued to touch myself. My fingertip found my clit, and I rolled over the swollen nub with a light touch, bringing my pleasure higher.

  His stroking hand increased its range, sliding from his cockhead all the way down his shaft to meet the other hand encircling the root, then back up again, his cockskin shiny from the slick lubrication.

  I shifted my hips slightly forward and tilted my pussy up, pulling apart my labia with my fingers of both hands. He groaned softly as he stared at my spread pussy, taking in all of my secrets as I held myself open to his gaze. My engorged clit peeked out from its protective hood, and I flicked at it with my finger, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

  “So sweet,” he murmured, as he continued to stroke his cock. Part of me wanted to stop this silly game and crawl up onto him, taking his thick erection in my hand and sitting on its stiff hardness, filling my cunt to its limits. But I knew we had to take our time and do it his way. From the look in his eyes, I guessed it wouldn’t be long before he wanted the same thing I did.

  His hand continued its tight stroking, and I noticed that his cockslit began to drool with pre-cum, adding to the copious lubrication already coating his rigid dick. Each time he stroked upward, the slit would ooze out more of the clear fluid, where his tight fist would slide over it, spreading it all around the bulbous knob.

  I stared intently at the tip of his cock, where the engorged head was split by the slotted hole. My tongue involuntarily licked over my lips, as I imagined what it would be like to lick over that sensitive skin. To feel the salty slickness of his pre-cum on my tongue. And to ultimately feel his hot seed spurt against the roof of my mouth.

  My climax was looming before me, and his hand picked up speed, making a slick, rhythmic sound as he pushed himself to the edge.

  “Uhhh,” he groaned. “Getting close.”

  “Me too,” I moaned, as I used two fingers on my clit, batting at the swollen bundle of nerves. My leg muscles twitched as I lifted my pussy up against my fingers, imitating the motion of fucking.

  His cock seemed to swell even further, so hard and shiny as he pleasured himself. The head looked like it was about to burst, and it required all of my self-control not to lean forward and take it into my mouth.

  His hand slowed, and I watched closely as his tight fist slid over the oily skin, focused on the head now. The fleshy slit continued to drool, running down over the front of the head to his gripping fingers.

  “Uhhhh,” he groaned. “Gonna come.”

  “Come on me,” I said, my fingers rubbing furiously at my gaping slit. “I want to feel it.”

  He groaned loudly and angled his cock forward. The head swelled even further and then his entire erection visibly pulsed. A split-second later he exploded, grunting loudly as the first spurt of his cum rocketed from the tip, forming a ribbon of white that hung in the air for a moment before landing with a soft, warm splat between my breasts.

  “Oh god,” I groaned, and as his cock launched a second jet of white, I went over the edge, crying out loudly as my climax seared through me. His cum rained down on my breasts as my body jerked and convulsed, the waves of pleasure washing over me.

  My pussy spasmed and throbbed, the inner walls clutching frantically at nothing as Julian continued to cover my body with his hot seed. He groaned and grunted as he clutched his cock tightly, holding it at an angle so that the pulsing spurts landed on me. Each was weaker than the previous, and the last one to reach me landed directly on my trembling pussy, coating the smooth skin with warm, thick cream.

  My butt had lifted off the bed, and I lay there jerking and shuddering as the last of my orgasm throbbed through me. My clit pulsed against my finger as I collapsed back on the bed, panting for air from my exertions.

  Julian was lying back also, his eyes closed with his fist still around his cock. His last weak spurt was dribbling down over the front of his dick, coating his fi
ngers with the dripping goo.

  I panted and closed my eyes, reveling in the afterglow of our pleasure. No, it hadn’t been actual sex, but it was still pretty damn good. Just sharing this much with him had been special, and I had a feeling this was just the start between us.

  As I lay there in a semi-stupor, I allowed my fingertips to trace over my breasts, smearing his warm cream over my skin. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking them softly and enjoying his sweet taste.

  “You’re so damn sexy.”

  I opened my eyes to the sounds of his words, and smiled as I saw him watching me.

  “Mmm, so are you,” I replied, before giving my fingers another lick.

  He leaned to the side and grabbed a towel off a chair, then sat up and began cleaning me off. I lay back and enjoyed his touch on me, as he wiped his cum from my skin. When he got down to my pussy, I shuddered as I felt him caressing me through the towel.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  “No apology necessary,” I replied. “That felt good.”

  I took the towel off him and repaid the favor, wiping his cock and balls clean as he lay back to give me room. His dick had gone slightly soft, and I took my time, making sure to get all of the mess he’d made. When I was done, I tossed the towel back onto the chair before moving up to lie beside him. I was on my side, facing him as he lay on his back.

  Chapter 20

  “Thank you for sharing that with me,” I said, as I pressed against the side of Julian’s naked body.

  “I should be thanking you,” he replied. “It’s been way too long since…”

  “I know. I’m just glad it was me.”

  He turned his head to face me. “I’m glad too, Beth. I wanted it to be you, but I couldn’t admit it, even to myself.”

  I looked at him for a long moment. “I saw the pictures.”

  “What pictures?”

  “The ones of me. In the drawer beside your bed. I saw them the other night when I was going to bed.”

  He stared at me. “I’m sorry.”

  “What are you sorry about?”

  “I meant to get rid of them like you asked, but I just couldn’t. All that time I thought they were Cheryl, and when I found out they were you, I discovered I still wanted to…”

  “Jerk off to them?”

  “Yes. Are you angry?”

  “No, I’m flattered. And after what we just did, how could I be angry?”

  “I’ll get rid of them, I promise.”

  “No, keep them.” I smiled. “Besides, now you have the real thing to jerk off to.”

  He chuckled. “Does that mean you want to do this again?”

  “Of course. I loved it. How about you?”

  He continued to smile. “I think you saw how much I enjoyed it.”

  I giggled “That’s true. I’ve never actually, um…”

  “What?”

  “I haven’t seen one that big before.” I glanced down at where his softened cock was lying against his thigh. Even without being erect, it was still impressive, thick and long with its smooth, rounded head.

  He seemed slightly embarrassed. “I get that a lot. I mean, I used to, back before I met Cheryl.”

  “It seems like it would… hurt.”

  His smile returned. “Maybe a little at first, but after that there were no complaints.”

  I laughed again. “I never heard any complaints from Cheryl.”

  He nodded. “Did she talk to you about us? About sex, I mean.”

  “Nothing specific.” I thought for a moment. “There was this one time, back when I was thirteen.”

  “Thirteen?”

  “Yeah, I remember it clearly. It was a Saturday, and that morning Mom had sat me down and gave me the birds and the bees spiel. I already knew most of it, but it was weird to get the official version from Mom. Her explanation was very technical, describing which body part fit where, but then she finished up by saying that I was way too young to be doing that, so I shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

  “Of course, her saying that only made me think about it more, and I had all kinds of questions I was too embarrassed to ask her. I thought about it all day, and that night I was watching TV in the living room when Cheryl came home from a date with you. She flopped down on the couch next to me, and it occurred to me she looked sleepy-eyed and kind of disheveled. Of course, now I know that look meant she’d recently had sex, but back then I was clueless.”

  Julian chuckled. “Yeah, she probably did.”

  “So, out of the blue I asked her what sex was like. She seemed surprised by the question, and told me that I should ask Mom. I explained to her that Mom had given me the talk, but I was too embarrassed to ask her some things. She seemed to understand, and then we had a long talk about it, and she explained a lot to me.”

  “What did she tell you?”

  “Well, first she told me that I was too young to be considering having sex, but then she went on to say that there’s two kinds of sex. First, there’s the kind where you’re just finding out what it is, and having a little fun. And she said that that kind of sex is pretty good, at least for a while. But then she explained how sex with someone you care about is so much better. Amazingly better. And once you have that kind of sex, the other kind isn’t so good anymore.”

  Julian nodded but didn’t reply.

  “She told me that I’d understand someday when I met someone very special.”

  “And did you?”

  I sighed.

  “Beth?”

  I shook my head. “I guess I haven’t met someone that special yet. Because sex is just sex. It feels really good, but there’s nothing more than that.”

  He nodded. “I understand. Don’t worry, you’ll meet that guy. And when you do, you’ll know it.”

  “That’s what people keep telling me.”

  “You’re young. You have plenty of time. You’re just a few months older than Cheryl was when we got together.”

  “Yeah, but she got lucky finding you. What if you two had never gotten together?”

  He shrugged. “I’m a big believer in fate. Cheryl and I were meant to be, and we would’ve found each other somehow.”

  “Do you think there’s another girl out there for you?”

  His eyes met mine. “I’m not sure. I think so, but time will tell.”

  “So you can imagine yourself being with someone else?”

  His gaze was intense. “Yes.” After a pause, he added, “And it doesn’t take much imagination.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He smiled softly and shook his head. “Nothing. I’m sleepy. If you’re not, you can watch some television.”

  I slid over closer to him. “I’m sleepy too.”

  He lifted his arm and I moved under it, pressing my naked body against his side. As my breast flattened against his ribs, he rested his arm on me, holding me to him as his fingers curled over my hip.

  I snuggled closer. “This is nice.”

  “Yeah,” he replied, but then went silent.

  We lay like that without talking for several minutes. He fell asleep first, and I followed a minute later.

  Chapter 21

  When I awoke, faint, early-morning light was coming in through the windows. After a few seconds of disorientation, I recognized the room and remember my masturbatory encounter with Julian last night.

  That also explained who was pressing against my back as we lay in the spoon position. His arm was around my waist, and his erection was nestled between my asscheeks.

  I listened for regular sounds of sleep breathing coming from him, but after a few moments it became obvious he was awake.

  “Julian?” I said softly.

  “Good morning, Beth.” His breath was warm against my hair.

  “How long have you been awake?”

  “Just woke up. Sorry about this. I guess I gravitated towards you while I slept.”

  “I’m not complaining. It feels nice.” I wiggled my butt slightl
y against him for emphasis.

  He groaned softly and pressed his hips tighter against me. “Yeah, it does.”

  I began to roll my hips very gently, causing his stiff cock to slide between my cheeks.

  He groaned again and tightened his arm around my waist. I reached down and slid my hand between my legs, sliding a finger into my already-wet slit. Soft gasps escaped my lips as I rolled my fingertip over my swollen clit.

  His hips began to move, matching my rhythm as his thick erection slid between the globes of my ass. I could feel the heat and hardness of his swollen flesh, and pressed back against him, meeting his strength with my own.

  Both of our breathing increased as we continued to hunch against each other. My slippery clit danced under my finger, sending jolts of pleasure sparking up my spine.

  He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered through my hair.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes. Completely.”

  “I want to do something with you. Something that I used to do with–”

  He stopped, obviously not wanting to say my sister’s name while being so intimate with me.

  “Yes,” I said. “Whatever you want.”

  I felt his weight press against me, and found myself being rolled onto my stomach. He followed, keeping his cock snugly in my asscrack as his weight settled onto me, pressing me down into the mattress.

  I groaned from the sensation of being trapped by his comforting weight. My hand was still between my legs, my finger constantly moving on my stiff clit.

  Keeping his weight on me, he reached over to the bedside drawer and retrieved his bottle of lube. After lifting from me slightly, he squirted a line of the cool gel down through the valley of my ass, starting at the tip of my tailbone and ending at the tight pucker of my anus.

  Then he placed the bottle to the side and settled his weight back down onto me, aligning his stiff cock with my vertical valley and pressing down between my fleshy globes. I felt his engorged skin meet the lube, and instantly the gel spread to make our contact warm and slick.