0 comments/ 16303 views/ 1 favorites Coming Home: Jeff & Julie Ch. 1 By: Storyguy A few years back I was offered a teaching job at a University out of state. Moving out of Texas can be a huge task. I was moving west to California. Since I lived close to the Gulf Coast, I was dreading the 28 hour drive that was ahead of me. I had thought about renting a truck but I settled on a moving service. All I had to worry about now was getting my vehicle to my new home. The prospect of driving alone for two days through some of the most desolate parts of the United States didn't thrill me. So I turned to Julie. Julie was my best friend, of the non-sexual type. She was great. She laughed at my jokes, liked my cooking, and helped me out with shopping. She was always up for a movie, when I didn't want to go by myself. We went everywhere. I had been burned badly by my last girlfriend and Julie was just what the doctor ordered. Moving to a new state was going to be hard for me. Not only did have no friends or relatives in California, I would be leaving behind my best friend in Texas. So I decided to ask Julie to at least ride with me. "Come on, it will be great. We'll leave on Thursday morning and I'll fly you back on Monday morning just in time for your job, " I pleaded with her. "You've never been to California and I would love your company." "Fine, I'll go. But you have to take me shopping when we get to San Francisco," she conceded. So we loaded up my SUV with everything but an invasion army. We had food, music, books, and even DVD's that played on a little dash mounted screen. I was pushing the last of the load into the back of my Durango when Julie showed up. I had told her to dress comfortably, but I had never seen her like this. She usually dressed modestly. I don't think I had ever seen her cleavage or very much of her legs before that night. She was wearing short cut-off jean shorts and a tank top. She was stunning. I had always known she was stunning, from the way that other guys would sniff around her. But that night she really rubbed my nose in it. She was not much shorter than me, at 5'6" and weighed around a buck ten. But her curves were in all the right places. She must have been at least a 36D, and I swear I could touch my fingers together when my hands were on her waist. She didn't have on any makeup, which was the first I had ever seen her like that, but she still managed to glow. "Wow," I stammered, looking her up and down. "Uh . . . . is it laundry day or something?" I was teasing her now and she knew it. She posed with her hand on her hip with her other hand up behind her head, threw back her head and said, "Don't I look yummy?" "No. Not really." I joked. I walked over and hugged her as we both laughed. Somehow she just felt different in my arms. It was like an innocence between us had been lost. It was both scary and exciting. "We should be going. I want to take you shopping and out to dinner when we get there. Are you ready?" "Let's do it!" She was like a kid going to her first day of school. The first two hours we just talked. We talked about work and the other meaningless things that two friends talk about. I was driving the first leg. I had decided to stick to the back roads for awhile. So I would drive until evening, when we reached the interstate. I figured I would let Julie drive for a few hours and then I'd take over. Driving during the late night hours was fine with me. I'm more of a night owl anyway. Around seven in the evening we stopped for dinner. We didn't really eat alot since we had been snacking on our supplies all day. We were back on the road by eight. Julie was driving. She joked about not being able to reach the pedals. She had never driven my Durango before. "Where are the controls for the seat?", she asked. "Right there," I said, pointing to the arm rest on her door. "Where?" "Oh, good grief. You must be blind," I said as I leaned across her lap and adjust the seat for her. Her breasts tickled my ear as I did so. I didn't flinch away because I felt wonderful just to touch her in this new way. I didn't want it to stop. "I love these leather seats. They're great." She was doing her Tony the Tiger impersonation. "Something about the way they feel on my skin, I love it." She was wiggling in the seat. Something about the way her breasts bounced, I loved it. She ask me to put on a CD for her since the rock radio stations in West Texas are sparse. I popped a few of her favorite CD's into the changer beneath my seat, then settled back. I decided to take a nap, since I would be driving all night. I reclined my seat all the way back, slipped off my shoes, and promptly fell asleep. I must have been having a really great dream because when I woke up, I had the biggest erection. I peeked through my eyelids over a Julie. To my amazement, she was staring at my crotch. Eventually, she looked back at the road and made an over-correction to her staring. I decided that was my cue to wake up, or at least to appear to just wake up. "Damn, girl. Try not to kill us until we at least get out of Texas." I joked. "Sorry, I . . uh, must have spaced out." she stammered. I decided to push it and explore some new areas. "Really, what were you thinking about?" "Just how much I'm going to miss you. You are my best friend, you know," she sounded so sad. "I'm going to miss you, too. Who else will I have to take to see bad movies," I smiled. "Why didn't we ever date? I mean, romantically," she turned the tables on me. "I guess it just didn't fit us at the time." I couldn't really explain why we didn't date. I was a little curious about it myself now that she mentioned it. "I wish we had." she replied with a little sadness in her voice. I didn't know what to say. We just drove on in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Julie broke the silence. "What do you miss the most about dating?" She was taking control of the situation now. "I don't really miss it. I'm too busy with work, and I don't have time for all of the head games that women like to play." "You don't miss the sex," she sounded amazed. "The oral sex?", she amended. "I guess I miss the sex, but that's a very small part of the whole dating, uh . . . thing." She had me stammering now. This was unusual. I'm rarely at a loss for words. I was a professor, of English for crying out loud. "But you don't miss the oral sex," she steered it back to sex. "That's a shame. I always liked that part." "I do miss the oral sex, but . . . .", I let my voice just trail off. In truth, it had been a long time since I had gotten a really good blow-job. I've got pretty good stamina. For a woman to get me off with a blow-job, she either has to be really good, or she has to be able to put in the overtime. My last girlfriend was neither. In fact, neither was the one before her or the one before her. "But, what?" Julie was being persistent. This was a little shocking since we never really talked about our sex lives. Mainly because I didn't have one and I never asked about hers. "It's been a long time since I was on the receiving end of some really good oral sex," I confessed. I was looking at her and as she took in what I was saying, she looked sad. "I'm sorry to hear that. I think I can relate. It's been a long time since I was able to give some one a really satisfying blow-job." Julie grinned at the last. "What's gotten into you?" Now I was grinning. "I've been thinking about us and our friendship. I thought that this would be my last chance to have fun with you. I decided that I probably won't get to see you again for a long time, so why hold back?" This sounded good to me. But I couldn't tell her that. I was still having a hard time seeing her as anything else but my friend. I was sitting there thinking how I could possibly take the next step when Julie spoke up. "So what were you dreaming about?" "I don't know. I don't really remember my dreams very often." I was being honest. "Whatever it was, it must have been exciting." She smiled again and glanced at my crotch, which was still tenting like a circus big-top. "Uh, yeah. I'm sure it was." I was getting nervous. What was I doing? "Can I see it?" "What?" Surely, Julie didn't mean she wanted to see my cock. "Your package. Your dick. Your manhood." She was serious. She smiled one of her mischievous smiles and winked. "Show me you penis, Jeff." I sat there for a few seconds trying to take it all in. Here was my best friend, this beautiful woman who had never even shown a sexual interest in me, she's asking to see my cock. This was like some kind of surreal dream. I was looking around for a camera or something. This had to be a joke. But there she was asking for it. She was serious about it. "Well, I guess I just have to take matters into my own hands." With that Julie reached over with her right hand and unzipped my fly. She reached inside my boxers and grabbed my cock. Her hand was soft and gentle. It was like I was being touched for the first time. Julie sent sparks through my whole body just by touching me, and I knew that she would do so much more than just touch me. She had already gotten me hard as steel. "This is a surprise. You're bigger than I thought." Julie was stroking me up and down, playing with the head. She traced her finger down the underside of my dick with such a light touch that it almost tickled. She was toying with me. Then she saw it, a drop of precum had formed on the tip of my cock. She scooped it off with her finger and tasted it. "Uhmmm. That's good. You have to give me candy. I need it, Jeff and I think you do, too." She didn't wait for my answer, she just pulled over on the side of the highway. "Switch me places, it's your turn to drive." There weren't any cars anywhere near us, so I just jumped out and ran to the driver's side of my Durango with my cock still poking out of my shorts. Once I got inside, Julie pulled my shorts down around my ankles. "Drive and leave the rest to me." Julie started to caress my shaft with her left hand. Her right hand was busy cupping my balls. She was getting acquainted with my equipment, measuring it. She leaned over and blew on the tip of my dick. The sensations made me gasp. She looked up at me with a smile. Julie winked just before she turned her head back to my cock. Thank God for cruise control. I set it for sixty-nine and settled my gaze down at my lap. I looked down just in time to see Julie's lips part as she put the tip in her mouth. She sucked the precum from me like she was drinking a thick milkshake through a very small straw. She swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked for all she was worth. Every touch of her tongue, the feeling of her breath on my crotch, the way her hand was cupping my balls sent shivers through my body. She opened her mouth and slide all of me inside her mouth. I'm not the biggest guy in the world. I've got seven inches, a very thick seven inches. She took it all until I felt the back of her throat on my dick and her nose was in my pubic hair. Then she swallowed. It was as if her whole body was milking me. She swallowed again. I was in heaven. Julie began to move her head up and down. When she reached the tip she would turn her head slightly. She was moving her tongue on the tip in the opposite direction. It was fantastic. She was settling into a rhythm now. She was moving her hand with her head like she was jacking me off into her mouth. But it wasn't just some kind of passive bobbing motion. She was sucking and twirling her tongue around my hole, trying to savor every drop of my juices. All I could do is watch her and moan. It was great. It was the best sexual experience that I had had to date. I couldn't believe how she made me feel. She pulled me out of her mouth and looked up. "Are you close?" "I'm very close to coming. That feels so wonderful." My voice was raspy. I sounded like I had not spoken in years. It seemed that way to me. "I could make this last all night." She was teasing me. "Please, just make me come. I need it. Please, Julie." I was begging. It felt so wonderful. Julie didn't say anything else. She lowered her head and began again. She was twirling her tongue and jacking me off with her hand. I was in ecstasy. My arms and legs were going numb. I can't explain it. It was as if Julie was sucking the very life from me. I could feel the numbness spreading up towards my body. At the same time I felt the energy of my orgasm building. It was building higher than I had ever experienced before. I was ready to explode. "I'm coming.", I shrieked. I exploded into her mouth. She kept up with the flow, taking into her mouth, twirling her tongue on the tip of my cock after each spurt. She was still sucking. My orgasm just kept going as she kept sucking. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I was finished coming. Julie was still leaning across my lap, gently licking my cock. She was massaging my balls. She had her hand gripped around the base of my tool, holding it in her mouth. I don't know how I kept us on the road. After a few minutes, Julie sat back in her seat. She licked her lips and smiled at me. "That was yummy. Now tell me, was that the best blow-job you ever had." She was giving me a pouty look, like she was eight-years old. I decided to tease her a little. "No. Actually, I've had better." A blatant lie, if there ever was one. "Well, I guess I'll just have to keep trying. Wait until we get to California." Coming Home: Jeff & Julie Ch. 2 I could hardly believe what had just happened to me. I had just received the best blowjob ever. To top it off, I got it from my best friend. Julie had promptly turned towards the door and curled up into a ball. I could hear her breathing softly in her sleep. I was left to my thoughts about our first, and only, sexual experience. I was hoping, very sincerely, that it would not be our "only" sexual experience much longer. As I still had several hours left in our trip, I had plenty of time to plan my next move. After all, she had given a hint of what would come when we got to San Francisco. Or more to the point, that she wanted to come when we got to San Francisco. As Julie lie asleep in the seat of my Durango, I watched her. Her light brown hair was hiding her face from me, but I know what her face looks like. I wasn't really interested in what I was very familiar with. I was interested in the rest of her gorgeous body. Her skin was light brown. Julies arms and legs were so smooth. I couldn't find a single blemish anywhere that I could see. She was wearing very short, tight khaki shorts. She was curling up into the fetal position in the seat next to me. Since her back was towards me, I had a lovely view of her shapely ass. It was so very round. Her ass seemed to beg to be held. My hands ached to knead and caress each pert hemisphere of her bottom. It looked so firm. I strained to find any kind of panty line. I didn't see any. Somehow the knowledge that the only thing beneath Julie's shorts was Julie, excited me. It had only been ten or so minutes since she had brought me to that rocketing orgasm, but I could feel the stirring in my pants. I could detect the faint discoloration of her shorts at her crotch. The smell of sex was permeating my SUV. I savored the fragrance like the precious flavor it was. I wanted so desperately to reach over and slip my hand between Julie and her shorts. I was dying to solve the two-fold mystery: Did she have any panties on and was that dark shadow on her shorts caused by her sweet juices? I couldn't let myself give into the temptation. If I felt her wet pussy now, I would have to taste it. If I were to taste it, I would have to lick her pussy. If I were to lick it, I would have to know what her pussy feels like around my cock. No, that would have to wait. But the thought was driving me crazy. The wonder and the mystery would serve well enough to fuel my hunger for her. Julie would be in for a fantastic weekend of pleasure when we arrive in San Francisco. I lowered my foot on the accelerator as I thought of all the things I would do to her . . . Julie's face. That's were I start. I lay her down on the bed and start by kissing her lightly on the forehead, just lightly enough for her to know that my lips are there. I work my way to her cheeks and then to her ears. Licking her earlobes and exploring the sensitive areas is my pure delight! I hear her squealing and squirming under my kiss. Her neck is next. I leave a trail from her ears to the top of her shoulders. Julie is covered in goose-bumps, nipples standing out, hard and crinkled. I can feel her hands holding the back of my head, pulling me closer, as she moans with delight. She begs me to move farther down, to hurry up, to be inside her. But I won't do that. I'm taking my time and teasing her into ecstasy. Instead of moving my way to her breast, I move down her arm with my mouth. I kiss her arms, starting at the shoulder. I won't move on until I've found all of the sensitive areas and teased them well. I kiss her hands, working each finger as if it were her clit, teasing the tip with my tongue, and licking around each knuckle. I'm making her more excited with each caress of my tongue. Then I work my way back up to her shoulders, revisiting each spot. Each sensitive, moan-causing spot. I work my way down to her breasts, kissing and licking in ever smaller circles until I reach her nipples. I've never seen Julie's breasts, but I can only imagine how beautiful her nipples must be from the way I saw her nipples poke through her shirt earlier. What I do know about Julie's nipples is this: I am going to thoroughly enjoy sucking and licking them. I take them into my mouth, sucking them, and flicking the tip of her erect nipple with my tongue. Her right nipple, then her left. The right, and the left. Over and over. From her nipples I move to her stomach. I want to kiss every square inch of her soft, flat stomach. I taunt and tease her by moving from her navel towards her sex. I move back to her navel and explore it with my tongue. I touch her only with my tongue and my lips. I want her to feel the gentle softness of my tongue only. I want her to concentrate on what I'm doing to her with my mouth. I can't distract her with my hands, at least, not yet. I move to her thighs. I kiss her in a beeline from her navel towards her sex. I move to the side just before I reach the top of her slit. Julie, by now, is begging me to lick her clit, to suck it into my mouth so she can come. I just keep kissing her, and licking her. I move to her thighs and claim each pore with my tongue. I leave nothing untouched, save for her sex. I move to her knees. I sit up and place her lower leg on my shoulder. I begin by kissing the inside of her calve, moving ever so slowly to her ankle. I kiss the ticklish instep of her right foot. I move up to her toes. I give them the same oral attack that Julie's fingers received. I move her leg to my other shoulder so I can work my way back up her leg, but on the outside of her calve. Julie has her head tilted back, her eyes are closed. Her mouth has long since been locked into a permanent posture for moaning. Her tongue is flicking over her lips to remoisten them, where her moaning and heavy breathing have dried them out. I smile and keep moving up her leg to her hip and her ass. I gently roll her over onto her stomach and kiss her soft ass cheek. I work my way towards the crack of her ass. I pause, briefly, at the top of her ass to kiss and lick it. I pull my mouth away from her and let my warm breath tease and tickle her. I don't explore her ass with my mouth, yet. That will come after I explore her other leg. I start, this time on the outside of Julie's leg. I move a little more quickly this time, pausing only at the most sensitive spots, the spots that caused Julie to moan on my first run. I give these extra attention. The back of her knee, the outside of her calve, the inside of her calve, the instep of her foot, each of her five delicious toes earn my oral attention. I begin to work my way back up Julie's leg, on the inside this time. As I reach bottom of her ass, I touch her for the first time with my hand since this oral assault started. Only briefly do I touch her with my hand, just long enough to pull her onto her hands and knees. I move back towards the top of her ass. I kiss every inch, and leave nothing untouched. Julie pushes back towards me when I touch her rosebud with my tongue. As she does so, her cheeks spread naturally before me. Her pussy, swollen and wet in her excited state, spreads. The fragrance hits me in the face like a fist. I almost lose concentration. Almost. I am excited by her urge for release and her pushing against my face. I continue my tongue bath of her with renewed vigor. I cover her ass with my mouth, flicking my tongue against the sensitive skin, pushing into her ass with my tongue. Julie is moaning incoherently. I feel a warm drip on my hands which are supporting me on the bed. It is followed by another and another, in a steady trickle. I pull away from Julie's ass to see what it is. She moans in protest. I look quickly because she is pushing against me and whining. Her pussy is swollen and spread wide. I can see the beautiful pink of her sex dripping juices onto my hand below. Now she is ready. I pull my mouth away from her ass again, which causes a fresh protest from Julie. She doesn't actually say anything. She is beyond words. She whimpers and pushes back against me, shaking her ass as if she were offering her dog his favorite chew toy. This may not be far from the truth. I lightly lick her pussy lips, which causes her to stop whimpering. I lick her pussy lips down on side and back up the other. I very carefully avoid both putting my tongue into her pussy and touching her clit. I lick her pussy in big circles. From her perineum to just above her clit back to her perineum. Over and over, faster and faster. She is moaning incoherently again. I can see her breast swaying as she pushes back against me. Her nipples drag along the rough comforter on the bed. I slow my pace. The circles begin to get smaller. Then I touch her clit, I place my mouth over it and gently push on it with my tongue. Julie shudders with a violent orgasm. I don't let go. I push on her clit with my tongue as if I were trying to flatten it with my broad tongue. As Julie's orgasm starts to subside, I slide my tongue back and forth, as I would to lick an ice cream cone. She has started shrieking. Her voice, which was low and breathy earlier, has risen in pitch and volume. She is squealing, one long, loud, incoherent torrent of sound. It is music to my ears. Her pussy juices are flowing into my mouth as I continue to put pressure on her clit. She tastes sweet and warm. She tastes like a rich combination of raw sex, beauty and joy . . . "Ttthhhddddd." I had hit the "road titties" put on the highway to warn drivers they are going off the road. This snapped me out of my delicious daydream and back into reality. Julie stirred but didn't waken. I was only 60 miles from our hotel and forty minutes away from realizing that day dream. I looked down at my shorts. They were tenting from my erection. There was a slight wet spot on the crown of the tent. I was leaking through my boxers and my shorts. Again, the accelerator went to the floor. I had no time to waste.