Julia’s Booty: Part 3

by Feynman15, in 4 parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

She did a cute little toe pivot. “Did I do good?”

I finally caught my breath. “My god. Olympic gold medal. I can’t believe I came that quickly.”

“Yay!” she said. “I wanted to do that again so bad.”

I kind of laughed to myself as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, realizing that I never got a moment to do such a simple task. Julia came up to me and put her hands on my chest as we kissed, and her mouth was a bit salty and I soon realized why. But I went with it. She jumped into my arms and I dropped onto an ottoman, Julia now in my lap.

“You know what I want to do again?” I asked.

We parted lips and Julia said, “What’s that?”

“You know,” I said.

She laughed. “Now you have to say it!”

“I wanna lick your cunt.”

“Umm,” she said. “That sounds really good.”

“And,” I said, “I wanna taste your ass, too, if you’ll let me.”

She playfully scoffed. “Dirty,” she said. “Why are you such a bad boy?”

“You bring it out of me,” I said. “I wanna taste all of you.”

She gave me a tender kiss on the lips and giggled under her breath. “Naughty boy. There’s a bit of a problem, though.”

“Oh?”

Julia got off of me and stood up. She reached under her dress and wiggled her hips, sliding her maroon panties to her ankles. Those panties had a lot of wetness exactly where you’d expect. She carried herself with warmth and walked to the nearest ottoman. Her back facing me, Julia looked at me over her shoulder as she got on all fours onto the ottoman.

“I don’t think you can eat my ass,” she said. She lifted her floral dress up and over her ass, now fully spread doggy-style, her cunt on full display, a large sapphire-colored heart sticking out of her asshole. “At least not with this thing in the way.” She laughed and wiggled her ass at me.

My mouth dropped. “Wow.”

“You like it?” she asked. The sapphire was made of a sparkly plastic.

“Uh, yeah! But I mean, what does this mean?”

Julia got up and wrapped me in her arms. “You know what it means, dude. I want you to fuck my ass. I’ve been prepping, if you know what I mean!!” She snorted into a laugh.

“But; I didn’t know you like ”

“ I’ve never done it,” she said. “Hear me out, okay?”

“Of course.”

“I want you, so bad,” she said. “I wanna do everything with you. But, ya know, like I said I’m not experienced. I’ve never had sex. So, like, when we do it, and ya know I mean do it do it, I want it to be special.”

“I want it to be special, too.” 

“We’re sneaking around, though, ya know? This is hot. But it’s, like…”

“You want to lose it when we don’t have to be sneaky about it,” I said.

Julia’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! But, in the meantime, I want something. I, like, need you in me. We’re being bad here.”

“So let’s be bad,” I said. “I get you.”

“I know you do!” she said. “That’s, like, another thing. I’ve got, oh my god this is so embarrassing having to, like, literally say it. I’ve got feelings for you. And I know you have them for me.”

“I feel worse that I didn’t trust you earlier,” I said. “I shouldn’t have got into my head so much. My lack of trust is an insult to your judgment.”

Julia adjusted into a better posture. “Yep. It felt like that, not gonna lie.” She played around with her fingernails.

“You deserve better than that,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“We deserve better than that. Think of it like a sport. If we were a team. Our team isn’t going to work if we can’t trust our teammates.”

“Yeah, of course,” I said. 

“It’s, like, the same thing with what we’re doing here. Our team doesn’t deserve these facilities. You know? We deserve better than that. I want something better than that. You get me?”

“Yes.” We sat together on the ottoman and I held her hand. “And we’re already moving so fast,” I said. “This shouldn’t be rushed.”

“Exactly!” she said.

The warm lights in the room hummed and I felt a buzzing within. And there was silence and a sense of equilibrium. I rubbed Julia’s light brown hand and looked at her, and I saw her soul and  I saw the sincerity and in that moment felt there was nothing more real than what was in front of my eyes.

“I don’t think we should fuck tonight,” I said. I felt that perhaps an earlier version of myself wouldn’t say such a thing. That guy would be too horny to let anything real get in his way. But fuck that guy.

“Wait, what?”

“If I fuck you in your ass right now, I mean, of course it’s different than taking your virginity. But, isn’t it all just different levels of intimacy? I mean, what we already did was hugely intimate. If we keep going right now, we aren’t really shying away from much. When you said it, it clicked for me.”

Julia looked at me blankly then sighed and smiled. “Damnit. I shouldn’t have said anything!” She snorted again.

“It’s going to be so fucking good, though, when we do it,” I said. “Like, I fucking promise you it’ll be wild.”

“I’ve heard stories,” she said. I playfully clenched my teeth.

“I swear, it’ll be even better. I’m going to bring my A game.”

Julia rubbed my shoulder and had a bit of a whimper to her expression. She reached behind her and underneath her dress, making a funny face as she pulled from behind. She held the ass-plug by the sapphire tip, showing me the bulbous cone-shaped black object that had been in her ass just moments before. She looked at it with a bit of disappointment.

“What am I going to do with this?” she said. It was black and glossy and it was evident it had just been in her ass. I must admit to you, at this moment, that part of the reason I was so comfortable with ending the festivities before the parade arrived, was that I knew that ass-plug wasn’t about to magically disappear. I stared some seduction at Julia, who had a look of recognition.

“Bro,” she said. “So this is the legend they speak of. In the flesh.”

“Ok, time out, who is they exactly?” I asked. Julia clapped her hands and snickered and I moved on. I took the ass plug and held it by the sapphire.

“Oh fuck,” I said. “I mean, I just have to take care of this.”

“You don’t have to, like, at all dude!” She laughed uncontrollably and gathered herself.

I looked into Julia’s eyes. “Then let me make this clear. I want to. I fucking want this.” Julia offered her palms, as if to say, all yours, bro. And that was all I needed. I put Julia’s ass plug to my nose and inhaled her ass musk, as Julia herself looked at me with a crinkled forehead and a taken-aback expression. I inhaled some more, her scent rich and earthy and powerful.

“Oh my god, dude, you’re so kinky,” she said. “What does it smell like?”

“It smells like ass,” I said, to a solo audience of laughter. “But I swear, if you get over the fact it smells like that, and start, like actually paying attention to it, it’s fucking amazing. It’s just intoxicating in the absolute weirdest way.”

“Dude, you’re so weird,” she said. “You make me intrigued. What the fuck.” 

I continued to sniff it, maybe only a foot away from Julia’s face. My noises of arousal enveloped the space around us. As I began to lick her ass plug, taking in the surprisingly neutral and slightly sweet taste, eyes closed, I opened them to the sight of Julia on the other side of the ass plug, sniffing what I hadn’t got to yet. Her eyes were closed and she kept sniffing while I continued to lick. What a sight, I thought, and what a girl. She backed off from it.

“Oh my god I can’t believe I just did that,” she said. “Ok; I think I get it. It’s, like, kinda addictive. Like, there’s something to it that makes me wanna keep smelling it, even though it definitely smells funky, you frickin’ weirdo.”

I licked the wide base, where it was at its dirtiest, and I looked at Julia and took another risk and dove in for a kiss. And in that moment right before I fully dove in, I saw her see my intent, and I saw her close her eyes and open her mouth a bit, willing to receive the naughtiness from my tongue. We embraced and swirled our tongues and it didn’t have a discernible taste. And the walls hummed with a sound of silence.

I dropped the ass plug and we started to make-out hard. Our hands were all over each other and I was naked and Julia had nothing but her floral dress on. She rolled me onto the ottoman and got on top, sitting on my lap just above my cock, which was back to full energy and already dripping precum. She leaned into me and we kissed, and I scooted back on the ottoman so I could put my feet flat, my knees up. I reached underneath her dress, lifting it up and putting my hand underneath her undercarriage, which was scorching hot and dripping a bit of her wetness onto me. I grabbed my cock and started slapping my shaft hard against her cunt and asshole, occasionally swiping the tip against her wet labia.

“Fuck,” she said. “We need to stop.” But she started grinding on me, bouncing her cunt against and away from the shaft of my steady cock. I was looking into her eyes as I rubbed my shaft against her cunt lips, sliding along them up and down, up and down. My dick would swipe past her cunt opening, and when the head of my cock went past it, down towards her clit then back up again, it would ever-so-slightly dip into the opening before continuing its way up her labia towards her asshole. Julia was moaning and she was twerking her cunt against my cock.

“We need to stop,” I said. “We need to stop.” 

Julia was twerking now in such a way that she kept pushing harder against my shaft, so that when I continued sliding my cock up and down along her labia, I was spelunking more and more into her cunt opening each time I’d swipe by. At one point I held my cock, which was leaking out precum, and I pressed the tip of my dick right up against her vagina. I just held it there and shook my cock against her opening, pushing it just a bit, trying my best to somehow not fuck her even though my body was doing everything it could to go against that.

Julia hopped off of me and looked drunk with lust. She lifted her dress over her shoulders and was completely naked now. She got back onto the ottoman and squatted over my dick, hands on either side of my stomach. Her body was so fit and so sexy and her tits hypnotized me with their perky perfection. I watched her as she watched herself grab the base of my cock and intentionally lift her cunt right over my tip. She was now doing what I did, shaking my cock’s tip aggressively against her vaginal opening. And she looked at me like she was begging for it, and I was so out of my mind that I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know what to do. Julia started doing tiny squats directly onto my tip, allowing maybe ⅓ of my cock head to dip into her cunt and out, into and out, into and out.

“Fuck. I can’t take it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”

I was gasping for air. “But what about…”

“ I know,” she said. “I’m just so fucking horny. So fucking horny.”

“Here, turn the other way, sit on my face,” I said. “Just; sit on my face…”

“No,” she said. “I want your cock. I want your cock.”

“If this goes in,” I said, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Do it,” she said. “Please, please do it.”

“I’m going to pound your cunt like we’re rabbits.”

“Fucking do it. Fucking fuck it. I can take it. I want it.”

I grabbed her by the waist and brought her in for a kiss. We locked lips and her tongue was maniacal, desperate to do something it didn’t even understand. Thank goodness for that tongue. It made me realize how clouded we both were. While we kept kissing and I kept slapping my cock against her wanting cunt, I lifted her up a bit and slipped my sweaty back down the ottoman in one smooth move, latching my mouth onto her cunt, my legs and cock now off the ottoman’s edge.

Julia squealed as I moved us back to the middle of the ottoman, her on top of me, her cunt straddling my mouth. She was cooing high-pitched yelps while she stroked her clit up and down my tongue. She pinned my hands against the ottoman and started grinding her cunt into my mouth aggressively.

“Oh. fuck. yeah.,” she grunted with every grind. “Oh god that’s amazing. Oh god. Oh. my. fucking. god.”

Her cunt was delicious and so ludicrously wet that my face felt like a total mess even though I couldn’t see it. It didn’t really matter. I was simply happy that she was happy. And what a sight to see her happy, as she grabbed chunks of my hair and kept swerving her cunt over my face, basically using me to get herself off. I stuck my tongue up and we played a similar game, albeit a safer one, where she sat her vagina onto my tongue before popping back up. Just a little in, then out. In, then out. In and out. It tasted vaguely salty, mostly just like skin, and the scent of strong and musky pheromones had me begging for more.

“Uh uh uh uh uh,” she blurted as she fucked my tongue like a cock. When I started swirling my mouth onto her clit she removed her hands from me and pinched her nipples, tugging at them and bouncing on my face while I suctioned her sex button.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep doing exactly that.”

I obliged. I wasn’t quite sure exactly what I was doing, but whatever it was, I just repeated the motions over and over and over and over the top she went with her convulsions. Julia grunted loudly and ferociously, like she was jizzing all over me, like a puma with a guttural roar, one that was shaking and spazzing her cunt onto my face. And I kept going. And in little time Julia turned her spasms into slow rolls, gliding her soaked cunt lips along my mouth, slower and slower now, until she finally exhaled and stopped. She got off of me and helped me up, holding my face and kissing me with the purest intent.

“Shit, dude,” she said. “You saved me. I just needed to get that nut out.”

“You sound like a guy sometimes,” I said. She punched my arm.

“Shut up! Holy shit that was close.”

“Man, you’re not kidding,” I said. I wiped my face and it was drenched with all types of fluids. It smelled sexy and I loved it.

The night was no longer young. We were putting clothes on when Julia stopped me and held my hand. “Thank you. Seriously. That was, like, some legit gentleman shit right there.”

“Of course,” I said. “To be fair I almost caved in. You’re really persuasive!” She smiled.

“You didn’t. And that means a lot to me. To us.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her. “And when we get things right,” I said, “there won’t be any more holding back. And I’m not gonna be a gentleman anymore.” She leaned into me hard and sucked on my tongue.

“I’ll be yours. All of me,” she said. As we pressed against each other, she could feel my bulge strengthening. She reached down and gave it a squeeze. “Let me make sure your tank is empty.”

Julia dropped to her knees and took my erection out. The room was clean and there was a smell of sex. And she was young and brave and the ottoman was wet with our passions.

“Oh boy,” I said.

Something electric happens along highway 17 towards Santa Cruz. At a certain point the need for speed gives way to a slow coasting along the swerve of the roads. The trees tower over, and your eyes can't help but take in the scenery. The trees sway along the hills, the forestry drowns in abundance, and the air is crisp and pungent. Another swerve and the entire scene hits you again. Soon enough from the hills and forestry and the air crisp and pungent, the natural world becomes all that you know. And that’s when the electricity emerges, a sort of prickling deep within, awakening yourself from eons ago, telling you that you’ve finally come home.

But this electricity is fragile and fleeting. And soon enough there are blinking red lights and green signs in Clearview font and cars in caravan, and that old friend goes into hibernation as the city hums with a fluorescent hue.

As I approached the city of Santa Cruz in the middle of a clear April day, I carried some of that residual electricity with me. I was excited to be on a little vacation and leave my day-to-day behind. And of course, I was excited to visit Julia.

It had been almost seven months since we’d seen each other in person. A lot can happen in seven months. I’ve been told that the key to a successful long distance relationship is a commitment to daily communication. In that respect, we had succeeded. We were on the phone every day and zoomed at least once per week, despite my job, and despite her classes and traveling for tennis. But it still stinks. That feeling after those zoom sessions sinks your soul and makes you ache. It’s especially hard when what you have together isn’t exactly defined as a relationship.

Thinking back to my own experiences, I remembered what it was like at her age, especially those first couple years. You’re supposed to step beyond the life you previously knew. Experience new things. Experience new people. Have some serious fun and never get too serious, except for your classes. I wanted all of this for Julia, and at times felt guilty that I was tying her down because of our attachment to each other. I carried these concerns within as I found a guest parking lot in the heart of the campus.

UC Santa Cruz, where the world is your oyster and smells like it too. There were banana slugs all around but not the type you’d find in the woods. The day was beautiful and the ocean breeze complimented the heat. I wore a loose white button-down, untucked, with flip-flops and sunglasses. Even though I was a bit older than these banana slugs, I was gifted with some of those good anti-aging genes. Combine that with my tattoos and I blended in just fine on campus.

But I showed my cards soon enough, getting lost in search of Julia’s dorm. I ate crow and approached a couple guys, one of whom was carrying a watermelon.

“Let me guess. There’s vodka in there,” I said.

“Bruh. We’re about to carve it,” said the guy with the watermelon. “Step 1.”

“Tradition, baby,” I said. “Hey can you guys guide me towards Biko House? I’m lost.”

Watermelon’s friend got me on the right track. He wore a Hawaiian shirt that would have been seen as tasteful if he was on the islands. The boys were energetic and fun and the hills were lush with green grass. Thinking about those young men and their stupid adventures got me thinking some more about Julia. I imagined that Julia ran into plenty of boys like the watermelon bros, as well as a spectrum of others w