Grinding with Julie

Deb was a year younger than me, Julie about a year older. They were both achingly pretty with honey-blond hair, pale blue eyes, and long, coltish legs. Thanks to whatever god makes Field Trips assignments, I was seated next to Deb on our 8th grade visit to the Museum of Natural History in NYC. It didn't take long to discover that behind those great looks, Deb was also a great kid. She listened thoughtfully as I told her about growing up in Smallville. Then she described her former life in NYC -- her school, her parents, her pets, her neighborhood, her friends, the perv the lived next door, and just about everything else. On the drive back, Deb fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. Sadly, it ended there. Deb invited me to a Fourth of July Party, but as soon as school ended, my family always relocated to our Summer House, and didn't return until the start of Football Practice in late August. When school resumed, I was a Freshman and I found myself riding the After-Practice bus, not with Deb, but with her big sister Julie who was on the JV Soccer team. In my imagination, Julie was as unapproachable as, say, Megan Fox. In reality, she was just as friendly and down to earth as Deb. Within a few days, Julie and I were saving each other seats and walking home together. Every time she'd say something like "when I lived in New York" I'd remember what Deb had told me and ask questions like, "Oh, was that on 23rd St, or after you moved Uptown?" "Are you psychic or something?" she'd ask, with her big blue eyes looking at me with maximum intensity. "I don't think so," I always answered. "Just a good listener." That I was a lowly Freshman boy while she was a popular Sophomore girl never seemed to cross Julie's mind. The second week of school, she had a game on Monday, and I had one on Tuesday, so we didn't see each other until Wednesday afternoon. "Are you in a rush to get home?" Julie asked as we stepped off the bus together. She was wearing a short summer dress and I'd been sneaking peeks at her long, tan thighs and firm little breasts, and wondering if she wore bra. "For what?" I replied. "TV Dinner and trig home work?" "OK, then. Let's explore the neighborhood," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the highway toward an abandoned dairy farm. As soon as we were out of sight, Julie pushed me against the side of a barn, looked up into my eyes, and took me completely by surprise when she pressed her lips against mine. You didn't need to be psychic to know what was on her mind. The barn doors were chained, but the side door swung open with a hard shove. Inside was a old jalopy with no tires or engine, but the rear seat was intact. We dropped our backpacks and scrambled inside. With the next kiss, Julie literally melted into my arms. I felt her lips part and her tongue roll across my mouth. It took me a moment to respond, but when I did, our tongues swirled around each other and my cock stiffened at warp speed. I don't think either of us wanted that first deep kiss to end. And it didn't. At least not until we both were forced to come up for air. When we finally parted, Julie was panting and looking at me through half-opened eyes. In a moment of panic, I realized my hard-on was blatantly obvious beneath my lightweight chinos and I shifted my weight to conceal it. "Are you trying to hide an erection?" she giggled. "Ummmm guilty," I blushed. "Don't be embarrassed," Julie said, her eyes searching mine. "I'm glad you're aroused." I didn't know what to say, so I just relaxed, and unclenched my legs. Julie looked at my lap and smiled. "Look," she said, pulling the fabric of her dress tight across her breasts. There was no doubt about it, Julie was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were as hard and erect as pencil erasers. "See what you've done to me." With that, she slid down the seat and spread her legs until I could glimpse the front panel of her panties. "Come here, Horn Dog," she laughed, pulling me until I rolled over and the front of my chinos pressed between her legs. "Haven't you ever seen white-cotton panties before?" "Not reallly" I stammered. "Kiss me again, and maybe you'll get see what's underneath them one of the days," Julie said, pressing her open mouth against mine. As our kiss deepened, I could feel her hips undulate beneath me, and I answered by pressing my cock into her warm softness. Julie moaned and her tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, her fingers stroking the back of my neck. I couldn't stop thinking about what she'd just said, about seeing what was underneath those sexy white panties. Soon, the only thing on my mind was the sensation of my cock humping against the moist gusset of her panties. Knowing my cock and her pussy were separated by only a thin layer of fabric was causing me almost unbearably excitement. We would start slowly, savoring the feel of our bodies pressing against each other, then grind harder and harder until with muscles clenched, we forced ourselves passionately into each other. Finally, we would relax and catch our breath before launching into another slow climb toward ecstasy. Eventually, Julie's moans turned to whimpers that seemed to catch in the back of her throat. We were no longer kissing, just grinding with primal urgency. Julie cried out and with that, I ejaculated, my cock throbbing between us as warm cum gushed into my briefs. It took a long time for our breathing to return to something like normal. Julie gently rolled me off her, then took my fingers in her hand. "Feel me," she whispered, guiding my fingertips between her legs. I was not surprised by the heat I felt through her panties, but I was shocked by the slippery wetness. "Is that from me?" "No, you big dork!" she said, swatting the side of my head with her free hand. "I came. That's my wetness." Before letting go of my hand, Julie pressed my fingers until I found the groove at the entrance to her sex. Taking the hint, I forced my middle finger as deep as her panties would allow, and was rewarded with a gentle shiver and another whispered moan. "Can I touch you?" she asked. I followed her example and guided her fingertips until they brushed against the outline of my cock. She touched it gently, working her way up and down, squeezing gently through my pants. As she reached the tip, her fingers strayed into the wet spot that was seeping through my briefs. She ran her fingertips across it and then lifted them to her mouth. "Mmmmm not bad," she said, running her tongue across her lips. I reached back between her legs, drew my fingertips along the slickness on her panties, and then brought them to my tongue. I was amazed to find my body shudder with pure pleasure. "You like my taste?" she asked with a very naughty smile. "Apparently, I do," I answered. Julie kissed me. "That's good, because there's plenty more where that came from." *** It was almost dark when I got home, and it took some deft maneuvering to get past my Mom and bury my stained clothes at the bottom of the clothes hamper. I realized that in the future, I'd need to find a better way to dispose of the incriminating evidence. The following afternoon, Julie wasn't on the bus, and my heart sank until one of her friends from the soccer team passed me a folded note sealed with a drop of red wax. Inside was Julie's distinctive handwriting, embellished with little hearts at the end of every sentence. "Mom announced a surprise shopping trip for this afternoon after practice. Can you meet me in the pool house at 10?" The "pool house" was a little cabana behind Deb and Julie's place. I'd been there a few times long before Deb and Julie had moved in, and was pretty sure I could reach it in the dark without being seen. Still, my heart was pounding when I opened the cabana door and slipped inside. The only light was from a flickering candle and it took me a moment to realize that Julie was sitting cross-legged on small sofa, watching me with that mischievous smile of hers. When I saw her, she patted the cushion next to her in an invitation for me to join her. "Do you ever imagine what I look like naked?" she asked. "What? No, of course, not!" I replied unconvincingly. "Liar," she smiled. "Tell me how you think I look without clothes." "Well, tan lines," I began. "Bikini lines, actually, so that my eyes are drawn to your breasts and the triangle between your legs." "Mmmm I like that." "Your breasts are small and firm. About the size of tennis balls. With puffy pink nipples that get very stiff and erect when you're excited. Your torso is long and thin, so thin I can see your ribs. Your stomach and abs are absolutely flat and end in sharp V covered in pale blond pubic hair. Your legs are also thin, and impossibly long. And where they join there's a visible gap" "I just knew you were psychic," Julie said, standing up and peeling off her tank top and shorts. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but I was correct about almost everything except maybe her public hair, which was so fine as to be virtually invisible. "My turn," she began. "Wide shoulders and with muscular arms and pecs. A narrow waist and hips with a tight butt. Flat stomach and abs with tan lines from a Speedo, no, make that Jams. A thick patch of curly dark pubic hair, I think. A pale penis, not too long, but not too short, that sticks straight out and bounces up and down when you're aroused. Am I right?" "I suppose there's only one way for you to find out," I replied. I pulled my shirt over my head, then unbuckled my belt and in a single motion, pulled down my shorts and briefs. My cock was rigid and, indeed, bounced up and down as soon as it was free. "I AM right!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight, her eyes locked on my cock. With that, she gently pushed me back into a sitting position on the sofa and lowered herself onto my lap. At first I thought she was going to guide my cock inside her, and I could feel myself twitch in anticipation. But that wasn't Julie's plan. Instead, I felt her fingers reach between us and part her pussy lips, spreading them over my cock shaft. By rocking our hips, we could make my cock slide between her moist lips without actually penetrating her. It was a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. We started slowly and began gathering speed, my cock gliding effortlessly between the moist heat of her clinging lips. Soon I could feel the sweat rolling down my torso as our bodies flowed together almost as one. Julie turned her head upward and whispered, "Squeeze my nipples." I started by rolling her nipples between my fingertips, but soon found I could do an even better job by cupping her breasts with my hands while pinching her nipples between my knuckles. What I couldn't control was the sensation building in my balls. "Ohhhhh, God!" I yelled. "Julie, I'm going to cummmmmmm" Julie gave one of her squeals of delight and cupped her hand in front of my cock just as the first blast shot from the tip. With her other hand, she pressed me even more firmly between her legs so she could feel every pulse of my cock as I ejaculated. When I had finished, she lifted her cupped hand and bent her head down until she scooped up a few drops on the tip of her tongue. After licking her lips, Julie wiped her hands on a beach towel and used it to clean off my cock. Then, once again, Julie began to slide herself along my still very much erect cock while at the same time, lowering her hand down the front of her stomach and over her abs. To my astonishment, her fingertips continued until they slipped between her pussy lips. I'd never seen a girl masturbate, and as her head leaned back against my shoulder, I peered down, watching Julie's fingers rub small circles on what I now know was her clit. Not only was I seeing this private act for the first time in my life, I could feel her fingers moving provocatively against my cock shaft. After my initial surprise, I resumed toying with her tits and nipples, trying to match my movements to Julie's increasingly feverish fingering. Soon her breathing grew shallow and raspy. Then, her body stiffened and a long moan emerged from deep in her throat. I realized I was once again thrusting my cock between her pussy lips. As her orgasm subsided, we collapsed onto the sofa. When her eyes finally opened, Julie looked down at my cock, which was still as hard as ever. "Your turn," she whispered to me, motioning toward my cock. "My turn for what?" I asked naively, although I had a pretty good idea what she had in mind. "To show me how you do it, Silly," she replied. "How you make yourself cum." Up to this point, no one had ever seen me jerk off. At least, not that I knew about. But I could hardly deny Julie, so I reached down and wrapped my thumb and forefinger around my cock, which was already well-lubed with her juices. "Wait," she said, pushing me off the sofa. "Do it standing up so I can see." As I got to my feet, she sat up upright, bringing her eyes level with my cock. Even in the flickering candle light, I could observe the intensity with which she watched my hand slide up and down the shaft. To me complete surprise, following Julie's eyes as she watched me jerk my cock was an incredible turn on. In what seemed like no time at all, my cum was splashing across Julie's tits. "Oooohhhhhh, Wow!" she exclaimed, scooping up a few drops on her fingertip. "That was sooooo cool and tasty!" Julie's sexual inventiveness was boundless. Almost daily she found find new ways for us to masturbate each other, or for each other. Often we fell asleep in each other's arms and slipped back to our own bedrooms in the light of dawn. Sometime in October we added oral sex to the repertoire -- which Julie took as much pleasure in giving as in receiving. By unspoken agreement, we somehow managed to refrain from full intercourse. Although I'm sure that if either of us had wanted it, the other would have surrendered without hesitation. By the time the first Winter snow storm put a chill on our cabana explorations, I was hopelessly in love. It was the worst day of my life, when 10 months later Julie tearfully told me her family was moving back to NY. I managed to visit her a few times, but inevitably, we began to drift apart. Although I never found another girl as sensual or as uninhibited as Julie, the things we learned together paved the way for the many sexual adventures that were to follow. P.S. This story is uploaded in gratitude to Solo Touch for facilitating at least a decade of joyful stroking.