Chapter 9

Julie didn't scream.

But then she didn't give in very easily, either.

I held on to her hand and moved closer to her. She strained backward, her breasts thrusting against the white blouse, but she made no real effort to get away from me. Her lips were parted, her green eyes wide, staring at me unblinkingly. She knew what was coming next, and the look on her face was a curious mixture of fear and anticipation.

I let got of her hand and took her by the shoulders. I could feel her body grow suddenly tense under my touch. With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her until she was cradled in my arms across my lap. She offered no resistance to me, but her body was rigid and unresponsive. It was like holding a fully-dressed store dummy.

"Relax," I muttered, and I slowly bent my head down to hers.

She gazed up at me with open eyes as I brought my mouth down on hers. Our lips touched. I held the kiss, waiting for her to respond. Nothing happened. Her arms were stiff at her sides, her lips unmoving under mine. When I finally raised my head, I saw that her eyes were still wide open, still staring at me unblinkingly.

I waited a moment and then tried again. I kissed her harder this time, mashing my mouth down against hers. I could tell she was fighting to keep herself unresponsive. She was letting me have my way with her but that was all. I wasn't taking her by force. She was submitting without a fight. But she wasn't helping me, either.

It was frustrating.

At least when a woman fights back, it can make it an exciting time for a man. This way, it was nothing. Julie wouldn't fight back, and she wouldn't do anything else to either help me or hinder me.

I kept my mouth on hers, feeling anger start to build in me. This wasn't the way I wanted it to go. There was no fun, no excitement, no sensation in my arms. I had just about decided to give up and call it a night and go on home when I felt Julie stir slightly-and then her lips moved just a little under mine.

A savage thrill shot through me. She was beginning to respond. I felt suddenly strong and confident, and I knew that although her response had been slight it marked the beginning. From here on in, it was going to be fun.

Lots of fun.

I kept my mouth on hers and, without any preliminary touching or caressing, placed my hand squarely on her breast. Her body twitched, more with surprise I guessed than with passion, but she made no move to take my hand away. I curled my fingers over the front of her breast and slowly rubbed my palm against her nipple. The material of her blouse was so thin that it was almost as though I held her bare breast in my hand. That would happen soon, I decided. I'd take off her blouse the moment I felt she was ready.

I kept my hand on her breast, rubbing it gently, feeling the nipple come erect. We were still kissing, and I slowly pushed the tip of my tongue against her lips. For a second or two, she held back. Then her lips parted and her mouth opened, welcoming my tongue. I eased the tip of my tongue into her mouth, and that seemed to set her off all of a sudden. Her arms came to life, one of them going around my neck, the other around my back. Her breast pushed against my hand as she strained up against me, and her lips began to work furiously against mine as my tongue probed deep into her mouth.

After a while she pulled back from me, her mouth still open, her eyes full of self-doubt.

"Phil ... Phil...." she whispered, "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know very well what I'm doing," I answered, kissing her quickly and lightly.

"I didn't want it to turn out this way," she said, looking down at my hand on her breast.

I squeezed her breast gently, and she raised her eyes and looked at me-and I could see the doubt gradually fading away.

It was all right now.

She wanted me.

I smiled at her and let my hand drift from her breast to the fourth button on her blouse. Julie kept her eyes fastened on my face as I unfastened the button. She said nothing, but her breathing quickened perceptibly. I moved to the next button, which was the last, and her blouse fell open. I slipped my hand inside and cupped the warmth of her breast. At the same time, I bent dowD to kiss her.

Julie's hand tightened on the back of my neck bringing my head down fast. Our lips met with a rush and this time it was her tongue that went into action, snaking into my mouth eagerly and excitingly.

While we kissed, I continued to caress her breast The nipple was hard and erect and nestled hotly in my palm. The flesh of her breast was soft and warm and yielding, and I let my fingers trace over it tenderly. Julie twisted around in my arms, turning her body more to mine, forcing her breast against my hand.

It was time now to take off her blouse.

I drew my head back from her, breaking our kiss, and my hand moved swiftly, pulling the blouse out of the Capri pants. I started to slip it back from her shoulders, and then had to stop because Julie had suddenly pulled my head down to hers again and was kissing me furiously. She showered one kiss after another on my lips, and I responded by holding her tightly and slipping my hands under her blouse and rubbing her bare back.

I was more anxious than ever now to get that blouse off completely.

And the rest of her clothes, too.

I waited until she paused for breath, and then I gently held her away from me, guiding her with my hands until she was sitting upright on the couch instead of leaning backward across my lap as she had been before. Without a word, I slipped the blouse back over her shoulders and down her arms and off completely. I held the blouse in my hand for a moment, then tossed it over the end of the couch.

Julie looked at me with eyes that were bright with excitement and outspoken hunger. It hadn't taken too long to warm her up, and I guessed that it had been some time since she had gone this far with a man. If what she had told me was the truth-and I was sure it was she had spent most of her time recently fighting off Jason and his exploring hands.

I looked down at myself and realized that I was still fully dressed while she was already naked to the waist, and without getting up from the couch or making her move over, I started to strip off my jacket. Julie continued to look at me while I tore at my clothes, and I let my eyes travel over her naked breasts in open admiration of her beauty. Her breasts were big, full, and beautifully-shaped. No wonder she hadn't worn a bra she didn't need one. Her breasts had no sag at all, and both nipples tilted upward in rosy glory. The hunger in me grew as I looked at her, and I worked fast on my clothes. In a few moments I, too, was stripped to the waist, I reached for her, but she shook her head quickly.

"Changed your mind?" I asked, trying to keep the worried note out of my voice. "No," Julie whispered. "Then what's the matter?"

"I want to be naked ... completely naked!" Her voice was barely audible now, and her eyes were two brightly glowing green embers.

"That can be taken care of," I said.

"I want you naked, too, Phil."

"I intend to be," I told her. "But all in good time."

I reached for her again, and she came to me quickly, wrapping her arms about me and crushing her mouth against mine. As her tongue darted between my lips and forced its way into my mouth, I realized that I had really started something by making a pass at her. I had awakened a deep passion that had apparently lain dormant in her for a long while; and once the floodgates were opened, once her initial resistance had been overcome, there was no holding back for her. She was not going to hold me off as she had Jason. I was not trying to bribe her into going to bed with me as Jason had. What we were doing now was strictly for pleasure; there were no ulterior motives on my part or hers.

And, as her tongue continued to move frantically in my mouth, and as her lips rocked against mine, I sensed that Julie was ready to give all of herself to me with complete abandon. There was a feverish intensity about the way she was kissing me that told me we would drain every drop of excitement and sensation from each other before the night was over.

She pulled back from me, took a deep breath, and said, "Now, Phil! Make me naked now!"

I nodded and placed my hands on those tight blue pants she was wearing, feeling under the slick smoothness of the material the warm softness of her flesh. I fumbled around for a moment, then muttered, "How do they come off?"

Julie chuckled. "There's a zipper in back." She twisted around in my arms until, without my being aware of what she had in mind, I found her stretched out face down across my lap. She wriggled a bit, settled herself into position, and then raised her buttocks slightly and said, "See the zipper?"

"Yes," I answered, noting the cleverly concealed zipper. It ran from the top of her pants near the small of her back down over the wonderful curve of her upturned buttocks.

T placed my palm on her buttocks and rubbed slowly "Well?" Julie asked. "What are you waiting for? Pull down the zipper."

I gave a short laugh. "You're in a perfect spanking position," I said suggestively. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Don't tempt me," I said, and T laughed again and gave her a gentle pat on the buttocks. "Now, stop that, Phil!"

"Why?"

She twisted her head and looked up at me, her auburn hair falling over one eye. There was an impish expression on her face, and I knew that it was no accident that she had placed herself in this position across my lap. She continued to look at me with that impish expression, and she still had not answered my question as to why T should stop. The truth, of course, was that she didn't want me to stop-but I knew she wouldn't come right out and say it. She was being very feminine about the whole thing. She was inviting me to spank her-playfully, of course-but at the same time was pretending that she'd rather I wouldn't.

She turned her head and let it rest on the couch. "I suppose I can't stop you," she said with mock resignation.

"Nope, you can't," I said cheerfully, and T gave her another little pat. Her buttocks quivered delightfully under the blue pants. "I think every woman should be spanked regularly," I added.

She sighed, but did not answer.

I smiled to myself and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly, all the way down over her buttocks. The pants parted along the length of the zipper exposing the pink panties underneath.

I spread the blue pants open and started to slip them down over her hips.

"The shoes have to come off first," Julie said in a muffled voice.

I grinned and reached down and took hold of one ankle and lifted her leg, bending it backward at the knee. I removed the ballet slipper and let her leg drop back. Then I did the same thing with the other slipper.

"There's a zipper in each pant leg," Julie said m the same muffled voice.

"Thanks," I said dryly, and once again I reached for her ankles. It took only a moment to unfasten the two zippers.

"Anything else I've overlooked?" I asked "No," came Julie's muffled reply as she answered me without raising her head. "You can take them off now."

I took hold of the blue pants with both hands and moved them down her hips. Julie raised herself, and I slipped the pants off her buttocks. It was a bit of a struggle after that, getting those tight-fitting pants down her thighs. But I managed it with some help from Julie, who squirmed and wriggled while she lay across my lap, and I finally pulled the pants off her ankles.

I rested for a moment, looking down at her. The pink panties were sheer, and the curving mounds of her buttocks showed through the flimsy material. I placed my palm on the panties and rubbed slowly. Julie made a purring noise in her throat, and her buttocks moved under my hand as she wriggled around on my lap.

It was time to take the panties off.

I took hold of them, hooking my fingers under the elastic waistband, and I moved them down, slowly baring her buttocks. Once again Julie raised herself to help me in getting them down, and I slid the panties easily to her knees. I paused, then went at it again. I brushed my palms against the warm flesh of her legs as I moved the panties all the way down, then took them off completely.

She was naked now, upended across my lap, not a stitch of clothing on her. I was bare from the waist up only, and I literally itched to get the rest of my clothes off. But I knew if I took the time to do this, it would mean that Julie would have to get up and wait for me to undress completely-and this would effectively destroy the mood of the moment. Julie was ready now, lying quietly across my lap, expectantly awaiting the spanking she had so coyly invited.

I wasn't going to disappoint her.

I placed one hand on the small of her back and raised my other hand and brought it down lightly on her buttocks a couple of times.

Julie giggled.

I did it again, watching the way her buttocks quivered under my open palm.

"You call that a spanking?" Julie said. "Those are just love pats."

I grunted and brought my hand down in a quick, stinging slap.

"Ow!" Julie cried.

"That more like it?" I asked.

She didn't answer me. Instead, she wiggled around on my lap, raising her buttocks slightly. The invitation was obvious.

I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly, spanking her hard. Julie cried out again, and once again she asked for more by lifting her buttocks suggestively.

I spanked her in earnest now-not too hard, but hard enough to make her cry out repeatedly. My hand rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and her buttocks began to redden slightly. Her legs twitched, and she kicked a couple of times. I pressed my hand down into the small of her back, holding her across my lap while I continued to spank her. Julie began to kick harder, and the way her hips were thrashing around filled me with a deep excitement. Her cries became louder, but I didn't stop. She had asked for this, and when I got done with her she was going to know that she had been soundly and thoroughly spanked.

I kept on. ignoring her cries. Finally, she stopped kicking and crying out and lay quietly and submissively under the repeated slaps. I continued to spank her for a few moments longer just to show her who was in command, and then I stopped.

For a moment she was quiet, and I looked down at her reddened buttocks with a feeling of mounting excitement. Then Julie suddenly rolled over until she was lying on her back across my lap. She gazed up at me intently, her eyes glowing, her face flushed.

"You play rough, Phil," she said quietly.

"Any objections?" I asked.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook her head and smiled. "You're right, Phil. A spanking is good for a woman every now and then."

"Glad to oblige any time," I said.

She reached down and touched her buttocks gingerly. "I've had enough for tonight, thanks."

I grinned.

Julie got up suddenly and rolled off the couch and ended up on her knees on the floor at my feet. Her fingers fumbled with my shoelaces, and in a few moments she had slipped off my shoes and socks. Then, still kneeling, she reached for my belt, unbuckling it swiftly . and surely. Her hands went to the catch on my trousers, opened it, and then she pulled down the zipper in one quick motion.

She grabbed hold of the cuffs of my trousers and tugged. I raised myself a little, helping her, and she yanked the trousers down my legs and off. Without pausing, she reached out for the waistband of my shorts, curling her fingers Into it, jamming down hard.

"Slow down," I laughed, but there was no stopping her now. She yanked my shorts down, barely giving me time to lift myself so she could get them off-and now both of us were naked.

She was on me like a tigress, clambering up on the couch and forcing me back as she covered my body with hers. My arms went around her, and in the tightly confined space of the couch, we rolled over, our mouths locked, until I was comfortable and she was stretched out on the couch.

There wasn't too much room, but that made it all the more cozy. Julie sighed, and her eager arms went around me, and instantly she started bucking up against me. I grunted and strained and managed to get myself into position, and all the while she kept on moving, thrusting up against me, her body in constant motion. It was evident that she was now in the grip of so powerful a desire that nothing I could say or do would stop her long enough to complete my designs. Maybe it was the spanking that had done the trick, or maybe it was the gradual buildup of passion in her as we kissed and held each other while I caressed her breast and then undressed her across my lap. Whatever it was, it had brought her to the point where she no longer had control of herself.

I let most of my weight rest on her, forcing her to slow down just a little. This gave me the opportunity I wanted. I timed it so that I caught her just as she seemed to start straining against my weight, and I pressed myself down to her, taking her quickly in the instant that she paused before drawing back for another lunge.

Julie cried out sharply, and then a long sigh of delight escaped from her as I moved against her. The force of my attack carried both of us down against the couch, and I was able to concentrate totally and completely on the task of satisfying her.

Our bodies rocked together as she tightened the grip of her arms about me, and she cried out again and again. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails raked me, her fingers beat a tattoo against the back of my body.

I held on tightly and literally moved like a bucking bronco, and all the while her mouth clung to mine and her tongue worked ecstatically in my mouth. She writhed and heaved with me, grinding her body against mine, gripping me feverishly with her arms, moving with wild abandon.

I felt the sweet, hot rise of passion in me, and I let myself go completely, lunging against her with satisfaction. Our bodies clashed together, then separated slightly as we drew back, then came passionately together again. And, at the peak moment, Julie held herself against me while she rubbed her stomach against mine, pressing her softness against me, striving for even greater release while she moaned with gratification.

She was going wild with joy, completely out of control now, driving to a finish with surging abandon. Waves seemed to rise from her body, and when the climactic moment finally came, Julie went suddenly rigid, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat. I felt desire swell to the bursting point in me, and Julie arched herself again against me, her body taut against mine, her legs holding me in a vise-like grip And then, as passion spewed from us, Julie let out a scream and her body convulsed in a spasm of churning movement.

In a matter of seconds it was over-and at that same instant the liquor finally caught up with me, hit me like a sledge hammer blow. My head began to whirl, and I was only dimly aware of Julie moaning softly, her warm body still moving against mine.

I eased myself off. moving quickly and none too surely to lie beside her. Dizziness took sudden hold of me, and I swayed back and forth on my knees, my eyes shut. As though from a great distance, I heard Julie's worried voice ask, "Are you all right?"

I shook my head, and the motion only increased the dizziness. I was conscious of Julie moving about on the couch, felt her soft arms brush against me as she raised her knees and twisted herself free of the bed and to her feet beside the couch.

And then I was falling forward. I landed face down on the couch, one arm dangling limply over the side of the couch.

"What's the matter, PhD?" Julie's muffled voice came.

"Just want ... to ... sleep...." I managed to mutter and then I felt the darkness closing in fast. It would be only a matter of seconds now, I knew.

I was going to pass out.

And then the darkness surrounded me completely, and I knew no more.