Epilogue To Julie Stories.

There is more I have to tell about Julie. About twenty five or so years later I was waiting in line at a fast food restaurant when I heard a female voice say, ”Bruce?” I turned to see a tall, somewhat bulky woman in line who looked slightly familiar. I said, “Yes?” and she said, “I’m Julie- Jim’s sister.” I hadn’t thought about her for years. Memories of a previous girlfriend and my wife had replaced her in my erotic thoughts. She had become one of my sister’s many former friends back in high school so I hadn’t seen or heard anything about her since then. I apologized for not having recognized her and since she was alone invited her to share a table with me.

We caught up with each other while we ate. Both of us were happily married and had kids (one for me, three for her). She told me Jim had moved to a different state with his family and I told her Jeannie was on her third marriage but that we didn’t have much contact with each other.

At one pause in the conversation she looked at me and snickered with an amused grin. “What?” I asked.

She glanced around to see if anyone could hear us but the tables near us were all empty. “I just thought about that day in the hay mow. Do you remember what we did?” I smiled and admitted that it was hard to forget. I asked if it had been a bad experience for her.

“No,” she said. “I was a little uncomfortable that Jim was there, him being my brother and he was acting a little creepy. You were nice though.” I said I was glad she thought so and she continued. “I used to wonder what would have happened if my mom hadn’t called me away. Yours was the first real penis I had ever seen. A few times after that Jim tried to talk me into taking my clothes off again for him but I always refused. I always had a bit of a crush on you so I might have if you were there.”

For the first time in decades I was getting an erection over Julie. I wasn’t sure how to respond for a couple seconds, then took the jump and said, “Well, actually you don’t know it but you did.” She gave me a quizzical look and I went on. “That day you and Jeannie were out in the woods, I was watching you from behind a bush.”

“Oh my God!” she said blushing. We had finished our food and the place had started to fill up. “I have to hear more about that,” she said. “Let’s go outside.” We moved to an outside table that was a fair distance from any others.

I told her about what had happened in my previous story and she listened with a combination of amusement and embarrassment. When I mentioned that she was facing away and I had only gotten a short glimpse of her bush (I couldn’t believe how open we were talking with each other) she sighed and asked if her excess pubic hair grossed me out because she had been blessed with more than her share of body hair. I said that it certainly did not. She said that it had all come about when Jeannie found out Julie had never masturbated and insisted on teaching her. Then she asked if I had been there long enough to hear what they had said about me afterwards. “No,” I said nervously.

“When we were getting dressed I asked her if she had seen many boy’s wieners and she said she’d seen a few. I don’t know if you know it but she had already lost her virginity.” I didn’t know for sure but kind of figured she had. “I asked her if she had ever seen yours.” My mouth dropped and my eyes got as wide as they could get. “She said she had.”

“You’re kidding!” I said. “When did that happen because it’s news to me?”

“She said she saw you naked in your room through your bedroom window. I asked if it you had a boner and she said no and that it wasn’t anything special.” That’s something my sister would say. “Don’t feel hurt because I thought it looked very nice,” Julie assured me. I thanked her for saying so. “She asked if I had seen Jim’s and I lied that I had seen him playing with it once but he didn’t know I saw him. I didn’t tell her I had seen yours.” I’m sure Jeannie wouldn’t have kept quiet about it if Julie had told her.

We were silent for a moment then and I think both of us realized that if we went on we might end up doing something that could damage our two happy marriages. So we agreed it was time to go and exchanged email addresses so we could stay in touch (this was before Facebook was around so email was the way you made contact online) and parted with a hug. As soon as I got home I jerked off and came in a very short time.

A month or so later I got an email from an unknown address that read, “I shaved,” and contained a close up photo of a woman’s hairless vagina! It wasn’t from Julie’s email address but I couldn’t think of who else it could have come from. I jacked off to it, then deleted it because I didn’t know how I’d explain getting a pussy picture emailed to me from another woman to my wife. I confess to fantasizing about Julie a few times after when making love to my wife.

Flash forward another decade or so and my wife and I were at the wedding of one of my childhood friend’s son. Lo and behold there was Julie and her husband. We greeted each other and introduced our spouses. I’m sure neither spouse could tell we had a “history” limited as it was. Later in the evening I was on my way to the men’s room when Julie emerged from the ladies room.

“Julie,” I said. “I’m curious.”

“What?” she said.

“After we met the last time, did you email me a photo?”

She got a devilish grin. “I might have.”

“Was it really you?”

“Might be. Might just be a picture I downloaded off the internet.” The ladies room door opened and a woman came out. “Or it might have been a picture of…” She took the woman’s hand. “Bruce, you remember my sister, Susie.”

I think I must have blushed as I uncomfortably said I did and shook her younger sister’s hand. Julie winked at me and we went our separate ways.

To this day I don’t know who’s pussy it was in the photo but I imagined it being Julie when I masturbated after writing this story down.