Chapter 7
"I wonder if I gave Kristine a call. .." Johnny scratched his head. "You think she'd go with me to that new movie in town?"
I pushed a fork around in my potatoes. I'd heard his words but hadn't made any sense out of them. I was feeling the ache inside me too much to listen. I was hurting for my Julian.
"What?"
"You're out in space somewhere tonight," my brother laughed. He finished his milk and wiped his lips with a napkin. "I was wondering whether or not Kristine would go out with me . . . like tonight."
"She's gone. "I pushed my fork through my food. I wasn't hungry. I had to see Julian, had to see him in a hurry. "She joined her folks I guess."
"I thought her folks had left her at home. I thought she didn't want to go with them." He looked at me questioningly.
"I don't know anything about it. That's just what the hired man said." I told Johnny about the guy I'd seen over at Kristine's house. He frowned.
"Sounds kinda weird. But anyway, that takes care of that." He got up. "Guess I just won't have to be turned down by her if I can't ask her." He started out of the kitchen. "You sure that's what that guy said? That she'd decided to join her folks?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Johnny shrugged. "Nothing much. Except that once I was talking to her in the hall at school. And she told me she hated being with her folks. Especially on vacations." He put his hands in his means. "Seems weird, that's all."
I couldn't begin to worry about why Kristine had decided to go with her folks. I had to see Julian. The longer I thought about what had happened between us, the stronger my feeling became. I had to get it straight exactly how he felt. For all I knew, I was in big trouble. For all I knew, a baby was growing in my tummy at that very moment. Julian's baby. Ohh, God, I didn't want that to be true, but how could I know? I had to hear Julian's assurances that he would stand by me. I didn't expect him to divorce his wife just like that and sell his business and leave town with me. But I had to have help if somehow one of Julian's sperm had made it.
It was dark when I told Mom I was going for a walk. Dad and here were watching TV and hardly looked up when I went out the front door. I walked straight as I could to the section of town where Julian lived. I knew I couldn't go barging right in on him or anything. But I had to figure out some way of seeing him. I couldn't phone him any more. I'd had to hang up on his wife three times in a row. It was plain to see that Julian wasn't answering the phone, and didn't intend to. I pushed aside the thought that he might be avoiding me.
There were lights on in his house when I came down the walk. I went on by and then came back again. I could see his wife and him at the dining table. They were talking, talking loud. It was more like an argument. I was too scared to sneak up to listen. Some neighbor might see me and call a cop. I went to the end of the block again and then cut down the alley. I wasn't sure which back yard belonged to Julian. Until I saw his dark-haired wife pass by a window. I went through the back gate and up to the side of the house. I could see them in the kitchen now, still arguing. The words came to me in snatches. I couldn't understand exactly what the problem was. Then the pretty woman who had Julian's name stalked out of the room and up the stairs. I went back into the yard behind the house. A door slammed upstairs and a room light flashed on. Julian went back into the front room and turned on the television.
I crouched in the grass behind a bush until the light upstairs went off again. Julian's wife was in bed. At least it sure seemed that way to me.
It was easy to slip in the back door. Julian didn't hear me until I came around the end of the sofa and touched his hand.
"Goddamn it, Valerie! What in hell are you . . ."
I melted into his arms.. . before he could keep me out.
"Talk to me Julian! Hold me! I'm scared I'm pregnant."
Slowly he wrapped his arms tighter around my back. I nuzzled in the nice smell of his neck, kissing him, whimpering with love. I'd been telling myself I'd just wanted to talk to Julian. But now that I was so close, now that I could see the soft swell between his legs . . . I wanted to fuck again. I wanted to give my lover my body. Like I had twice before.
"Valerie, this is ridiculous. Beth and I were just arguing about this very same thing." He pushed a hand through his thick hair. "She doesn't know who it is, but she knows I've been fooling around with somebody."
"Kiss me!" I pushed my open mouth up at him. He kissed me. Our tongues twisted and I whimpered and pushed a bold hand down his shirt front. He didn't try to stop me when my fingers slipped under his pants, under his Jockey shorts.
"Make love to me!"
I straightened his lovely cock and began to move the skin up and down the shaft.
"Ohhhhh, Valerie... Damn you anyway. You..." He kissed me wetly, forcing my head way back. My hands were going crazy on his cock and his breathing began to quicken.
"I want your cock inside me again! I'm crazy for it!"
The words were so unlike me. But I was getting used to saying things I wouldn't've dreamed of a week before. Julian was obviously caught up in my wild and daring passion. He milked at my mouth with his lips. His hands felt my body in a way that made the butter flood from between the lips of my cunt.
"There's a downstairs bedroom. I think we'll be safe in there."
Julian left the TV going. I followed him down a short hall and into a bedroom. He shut the door and turned off the lights. There was a glow from a streetlight outside. It caught the shape of his cock as he slipped down his pants. The feeling I got was so sudden and so intense that it scared me. But I found myself on my knees, groveling, pulling at his underwear so I could get that lovely, hot prick into my mouth. Julian groaned as his rod slid along my tongue. I fought against the urge to gag and let the bulging tip rake my throat.
"Valerie! Ohhhh, you're the hottest, prettiest . . . Uhhnnnnn!"
My panties were stuck tight against my cunt-mound and all the kinky hair was plastered down. When Julian's shaking fingers stretched my panties aside, I grunted with hunger and plugned my butt around wildly. He shoved two fingers as deep into my hole as they'd go. I gasped thankfully and worked my pussy up and down against the jabbing friction. My juice sucked and spilled down Julian's wrist.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I whimpered.
"Turn around, darling," Julian gasped. We were half sitting, half lying on the bed. I let Julian finish undressing and rest on his back on the mattress. Then he positioned me over him so that my pussy was there dripping above his open mouth. My knees were bent and I bent them more until I could feel his hot breath against my exposed gash. In that position my cunt was stretched as wide as it would go. Every fold, every cranny seeped hot juice. And there before my own mouth was Julian's cock! I grabbed it with both hands and plunged my mouth around it. Then I bobbed my head on his prick, keeping my lips in the shape of a plump 0.
"Ghhaaaaa!" he sighed, wallowing his mouth up hard against my throbbing pussy. I felt his tongue rake deep along my slit, felt him nurse my clit up out of its hiding place! I writhed my hips against the ecstatic friction. My tongue curled around the thick, hot cock in my mouth. I bobbed and bobbed and bobbed, sucking as best I could. It was hard to get to the sensitive underside. But when I did manage to lap at that part, too, Julian shivered all over and his mouth softened against my cunt.
"Baby. . ."
"Darling . . ."
Our panting breath filled the room. It had happened so fast. I knew that Julian desired me. It hadn't taken but a second to get him hot! He'd probably been thinking about me, dreaming about me! My tits hung heavy on my chest as I worked my wet mouth around Julian's cock.
I'd never dreamed I'd do anything like this . . . and love it! But I was in love. What could be better than sucking the cock of the man I loved? Just the shape of that spongy tip against the roof of my mouth made me whimper with passion. And Julian's mouth was inflaming my pussy! He speared his tongue into its flooding heat and sucked out my juice.
A shuddering moan came from my throat. I felt I was getting so close to coming . . . I didn't think I could keep my mouth on his cock much longer. It was so hard to concentrate with that fever ravishing my blossomed pussy! But I tried. I dropped my head down on his stiff dick and sucked as hard as I could.
My teeth grated against his knob and he trembled like I'd stabbed him. To show my lover that I was sorry for my mistake, I dropped my head until his cock penetrated the softness of my throat. Then I wallowed my head around in a circle, letting the soft, wet membranes around my tonsils caress his delicate cock-head. Julian made a coughing sound and I remembered that night at the motel, the first night he'd fucked me. He'd made noises like that then. Just before he came. But this time his cock was deep in my throat, not covered with some thin membrane.
When he came this time, it would fountain right into my mouth! I'd either have to swallow his jizz or spit it out. I knew I'd swallow it. Even if it choked me, I'd try. I wanted Julian to know that I was his, that I was worth taking a risk for.
"Valerie!" He writhed on the bed, his hands caressing my thighs. Then he plunged his tongue into my pussy again and dug deep against the throbbing folds. My juices were flowing freely now and they bathed his cheeks and chin with a glossy slickness. I could wallow my cunt all over him. I could feel his chin go in my hole and his nose rubbing between my inner labes. I dropped all my weight down on him and heard the sucking, gasping noise as he tried to get air.
His balls jerked high in their sac. My fingers caught them and rolled them excitedly. Then I felt that spasm up between his thighs, up in the heat of his body. And his cock-tip stiffened and beat against my throat.
"Valerieeeee!" He jerked and twisted on the bed. Something salty spit forcefully against my throat and I pulled my head up so that I could nurse the hot curds better. I wasn't afraid! I wanted to taste every droplet of his jizz.
"Mmmmmmmm!" The next frothy spurt covered my tongue and clung in hot stnngs. Now I knew! Now I could taste it good, and it wasn't such an awful taste! I curved my tongue and pulled it forcefully along the bottom of Julian's shaft, urging the thick fuck-sap from his tubes.
"Valerie . .. Valerie . .. Ohhhh, Valerie!"
Julian was having a hard time keeping his mouth going on my cunt. But I didn't mind. I was so close to coming that it would only take a few more licks. The foamy jizz slipped down my throat and I sucked for more. I was moaning as I bobbed my head, the hot seed popping in my flared nostrils.
Then the bedroom door was flung open and light flooded the room.
Julian threw me sideways. I rolled off the edge of the bed, bumped my head and came up on the floor on my knees, staring at a tall, dark-haired woman. It was Julian's wife! Then I felt the long string of his cum leak from the corner of my mouth. I wiped at it quickly but not before the woman's lips curled in disgust.
"You filthy little pig," she spat. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
I was so scared that I felt a trickle of pee seep from between my cunt-lips and darken the rug. Julian was trying to grab his pants from the floor. His wife jerked them away and flung them out into the hall.
"So you two decided to have a little party, did you?" She looked death at Julian and I saw him wilt. His face was smeared with my cunt juice. His cock was dark purple where'd I'd sucked the blood to the head. I shivered, wishing I were a million miles away. His wife turned on me again. "Are you that little slut he was seeing last year?" she yelled.
I found my voice. "What? What does she mean, Julian? I... I.. ."
"Oh, you're not the first, don't you know? But of course Julian wouldn't tell you that, would he? My husband has a pathological weakness for underage girls. Or didn't you know?"
"Will you quit screaming at her," Julian said. He had wrapped a blanket around his waist. He looked suddenly very silly. I wanted to cry. I grabbed my clothes and pulled them against my nakedness. Julian's wife went back upstairs. I could hear her crashing around doing something. I dressed and went to the kitchen where I washed out my mouth.
Julian came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulders.
"It wasn't true, was it?" I asked. "About those other young girls?"
"Of course not. She's mad at me. She wants to foul us up, of course." He took a deep breath and let it out. "You'd better get out of here, though. She's a real bitch when she's got a horse to ride."
I don't remember how I got home. I must have wandered around for hours. I thought of Julian and how I'd really loused things up. He would have to leave me alone now, maybe for good. I knew I'd really blown it. And I'd just wanted to make sure he loved me. I hadn't felt lower in my life.
When I went up the front steps, I could see my dad sleeping in front of the TV. Mom had gone upstairs. I went in the kitchen to have some orange juice. The taste in my mouth had gotten a little flat, and my teeth were slimy from the jizz that had pumped from Julian's balls. My brother was sitting at the table with an open beer. He was just nineteen, of course, but my folks let him have an occasional drink. In fact, it looked so good that I picked up the can and swigged some.
"I been thinking," he said, as if I'd been there listening to him all evening.
"About what?"
"About Kristine. I went over there this afternoon late. And I talked to that guy, that cowboy. But he sure acted funny. He was inside when I went around back; He came out and talked to me and acted like he was painting a room. But there wasn't a drop of paint on him."
"Maybe he's just neat." I didn't give a damn about my brother's wild imaginings. My own world seemed to be crumbling around me. I touched my belly. Was there something growing deep inside?
I put Johnny's beer back down. "I don't feel so good. I think I'll go to bed."
"Mom and Dad were kinda wondering where you were tonight. Had a date?"
"Yeah." I turned to the door.
"If I were you, I'd wash my hair," he said. He was grinning when I turned to look at him again.
"Cause your boy friend got something in it . . ." His snigger told me what he meant. I felt the dried cum where it'd matted a hunk of my hair together. I turned red and ran up the stairs. For some reason this last little embarrassment had devastated my emotions. I fell across my bed and bawled like a baby. Nothing would ever go right for me again! I wanted to scream! Finally I was so miserable that I sneaked downstairs to the telephone. Everybody had gone to bed now. I dialed Julian's number. I had to hear his voice. I didn't care what kind of chance I was taking. But the phone rang and rang and rang. Then I hung up and climbed the stairs slowly, dying inside.