3 comments/ 63915 views/ 11 favorites Julie's Experiment By: guspearl I went over to Julie's place the other day to help her put together a desk. Julie was my wife's best friend and over the years I had known her I had developed a crush on her and it was pretty obvious that it was reciprocated, too. I knew Julie's boyfriend Mike really well and we all four occasionally hung out. Mike was out of town and my wife had to work so I went over to Julie's place alone, a thought that didn't escape me on my over to her place. When I arrived at her Brooklyn apartment she buzzed me in and hugged me warmly. She had a great little white and black polka-dotted skirt on (Julie favored black items of clothing) and I loved seeing her legs and stylish knee-high boots. She also had on a red button up shirt. Julie had a very European look to my eye (in fact I think that one of set of her grandparents were from France). She was very fashionable—unlike me—but of a very classy kind: I had never seen Julie's midriff or a thong of hers due to low-riding jeans. The only thing that you would see were her awesome legs because she favored skirts and sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her bra through a button-up shirt. Her smile could melt a glacier. She offered me a little espresso which I accepted. She took off her boots and I my sandals and we set down and made small talk. And after catching up on various things we started on the project at hand. The items were spread out over the floor and we positioned ourselves there and started arranging the items into piles. It was a fairly large, L-shaped desk, so the hardware was in abundance. But Julie's skirt and legs became more and more of a distraction for me: for one I wanted to kiss every inch of her calves and thighs, and secondly her skirt was short enough that I caught a couple glimpses of her panties. She noticed me looking and I glanced away offering many apologies. "Don't worry," she smiled. "I don't mind." "Well, it is difficult not to look, I mean, you're so fabulous looking." I offered. She blushed. "You're just being nice." "No, not just nice, you're very stunning. You know that." Actually she didn't, but that was another attractive quality of Julie's. "You're quite beautiful." "Oh, stop," she said. And after we worked a little while in silence she offered, "It is kind of obvious that we like each other a little, isn't it?" "Agreed," I said, smiling. "But, you know, we could never do anything about it. I mean, it's just the way it is." "Also agreed, though I'd love to," I said. "Hmmm," she said, then quiet for a moment. "My own speculation," she said, "is that not only would we wreck our current relationships but we'd also never be able to trust each other. Right now we actually have a great situation: we can share a crush and it'll always be ideal." "That's true. We could remain in our current state for a much longer time. I'm just saying that the desire for physicality is part of that crush." "Oh, absolutely: I find you very handsome." "And you know that I think that you're beautiful." I was feeling elated. "So why don't we promise, no sex?" I said, "Sure, that's the right thing. No sex: just sexual tension." We both laughed a little and then tried to get back to work. The topic of sex did come up again, needless to say. Julie was interested in how often men supposedly think about sex. I confirmed that the usually purported numbers were in fact correct, if a little on the low side. "So you really do want to have sex with all of the pretty girls you see?" she interrogated. "Well," I began hesitatingly, "kind of...yes. I mean it's a biological urge. It doesn't mean that I believe that it would be a good idea to act upon those urges." "Sure, sure," Julie said, "I don't think of you in any worse a light because of it." Then her logician's mind went to work, "I'm just curious, though, say with me, with us, would it be the sex or the orgasm?" "I'm not sure I follow." "Well, all the tension you feel: would us having sex be the only thing to rid you of it, or would you masturbating do it?" I was starting to see where this was going and I was becoming quite erect. "I think it's the orgasm...obviously the sex would be wonderful, but the release of an orgasm is what it's about." I was thinking out loud, fumblingly and not very articulately. "Well, maybe to get rid of some of your tension you should masturbate," Julie suggested, "you know, as a kind of experiment." I grew very hard and my heart rate doubled. "I can't watch you, of course, but you could go into the bathroom and do your thing and get a big release and then we could do our project here with better concentration." I was definitely game. "OK, I'm interested in that." "Great!" She said. She stood and took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "Do you like to sit or stand?" she asked, opening the medicine cabinet. "I can do either," I said. She pulled out a tube of KY. "Don't ask," she said, glancing at the jelly. "You can sit on the toilet or stand here, or wherever you want." "If you were in here, watching me, which would you prefer?" I asked. "Oh, you're naughty! I think that standing would be exciting...but please do whatever is more comfortable for you." "Standing it is." "OK," she giggled, "have fun. See you in a minute." She went out and shut the door behind her. I thought about sitting down but figured that standing would be just as easy, not to mention that that was Julie's preference. I unzipped my shorts and slid them along with my boxers to the floor. I was already massively erect and took myself into my right hand. I squirted out the thick jelly with my left and started stroking myself, thinking of Julie's legs and that skirt of hers and those flashes of her panties I had briefly seen. I was getting along pretty well when I heard a knock on the door and Julie's voice. "How's it going in there?" "Pretty good," I managed. "Y'know, I'm sorry but I have to ask you to do something for me. Can you stop for a minute and come out here. I'm really sorry." "Sure," I said. I wasn't at a point where I really felt like stopping, but what else could I do? I washed the dick lube off of my hands and third leg and suited up. I opened the door and Julie was standing right there. "What's up?" I inquired. "I need to get something down from one of my cabinets but I don't have a step ladder. Could you just come in here a second and hold a stool for me?" "Sure." I followed her radiant figure into the kitchen and she motioned towards the stool. I took a hold of it while she climbed up. I then found myself staring up her legs and up under her skirt. Those white panties again, but this time I could see her ass cheeks curving out from under them. My hardness seemed to increase to an impossible level and it took all the strength I had not to reach up and start fondling her between her legs. "Damn, I can't find it," she said. "Sorry." She hopped down. For a moment I caught a glimpse between the buttons on her shirt: a nice lacey bra and well formed breast. "You're not trying to peek again, are you?" Julie asked with a smile. "Sorry." "No, it's OK. I did interrupt you." She paused and glanced around. "Alright, what I'm looking for must be someplace else. You can return to your work if you'd like." "Sure." I went back to the bathroom, stripped, re-lubed and recommenced with great vigor. I imagined that I was licking Julie's legs, and rubbing her crotch, hearing her gasp. I imagined pulling those panties down and slipping a finger into her wet, fragrant pussy. I was very close to coming when I heard another knock. "Hey, you didn't come yet, did you?" Julie asked. "No," I panted. "I'm really, really sorry, but I have to ask for your help one more time." I knew what to do: I washed and redressed, fairly frustrated but figuring that this was all part of Julie's scenario and that a little denial wouldn't be so bad. I opened the bathroom door and found Julie there holding a dark green dinner plate. "I found what I was looking for," she said, offering me the plate. "A plate," I said, taking it from her. "Yes. So here's what I'm thinking. I can't watch you come, but if you came on this plate and then I went to the bathroom and just happened to see it that wouldn't really be anyone's fault, would it?" Her ratiocination wasn't without a flaw or two, but I wasn't in any shape to point that out. "Yeah, there's no blame there." I said. "Plus, if I were just on the outside of the bathroom waiting for you to finish so that I could, say, come in next, and I overheard you and all, that wouldn't really be anyone's fault either, would it?" She offered all of this with her trademark hand lightly touching my arm. "No court of law would convict you," was all that I could offer, very excited to get back to my onanistic endeavor. "Great! No more interruptions, I promise!" She shut the door and I could hear that she wasn't walking away. I rested the dark green cum target on the bathroom sink. And for a third time I returned myself to masturbating in Julie's bathroom, now thinking of how I'd love to fuck her, her bent over in her kitchen with no panties, maybe even in her ass. Then I heard a voice from the other side of the door. "Hey, please don't look under the sink, I have some of my, uh, toys there." Needless to say I had to take a look. I stopped momentarily and opened the little sink door with my left, jelly-less hand, and saw right towards the front a fairly substantial dildo, a small vibrator and another dildo with a head that was angled. "Hey, what's the strange looking one?" I asked. "I told you not to look!" I heard her laugh from the other side of the door "I'm so embarrassed." I picked it up with my left hand and stroking myself again with my right said, "I'm the one about ejaculate onto a plate in your bathroom." "Well, seeing as how that's the case, it's a g-spot massager." I was getting really close now. "Does it work?" I asked. "You bet. It feels sooo good." I was really, really close, now, thinking of Julie pleasuring herself that way. "You know, it even makes me squirt when I come," she confided. Oh, god, I was so close and didn't want it to end so soon so I stopped for a second. I turned the apparatus on and watched it gyrate around in my hand. "That's why it's in the bathroom," she explained. "Because squirting is so messy and I don't wanna stain the couch or anything." "Of course not," I said, slowly fondling myself again, and imagining Julie spraying love juice onto her sofa. "Yeah, so I always get completely naked and sit on the toilet with my legs really, really far apart. That way it just goes onto the tile floor." Her narration was bringing me to the edge once again, and it occurred to me that she could probably hear my heavy breathing and hard dick pumping from the other side of the door. "I've tasted it, too...not off of the floor, but I've tasted it. It's good...pretty salty." "Oh, god I'm going to come," I said. "Really? Hey, I say the same thing right before I have an orgasm, too. Oh, and you know, the last orgasm I had in the bathroom there I squirted out so far it hit the door!" I could feel warm liquid moving into the head of my dick. "Yeah, I was completely naked and fondling my breasts with my left hand and with my right using that massager and I don't know what happened! Maybe because I was thrusting my hips into the air? I don't know why it went so far, that was the only ti—" I just let out a primal groan as I shot thick ropes of semen all over that green plate, my own hips thrusting. Some of the cum even overshot the plate and went into the sink. "Oh goddamn," I panted out, "goddamn." "Wow," Julie said and was silent for a moment. "That sounded like you had a lot of fun." After a brief respite I washed my hands and my cock a little then returned my garments to their proper positions. "Hey, you can come in now if you'd like, I'm all done here." She immediately opened the door and looked at the cum covered plate. "Woah!" she exclaimed. "You were really frustrated." Again the patent Julie hand resting on my arm. "Do you ever do that in Linda's mouth?" Julie's question brought some life back into my flaccid penis. "Sometimes," I said. "She must choke! I couldn't handle that much." "Mike doesn't ever come in your mouth?" "Well, yes, but I don't think this amount." She observed, even spotting how some of the ejaculate had gone into the sink. My cum-enhancement pills really worked. "But you never know," she furthered reflected, "I do always swallow. The next time I'll spit it out into my hand just to see how much it is! God, I wonder if I've been swallowing this much!" I almost needed to touch myself again. She set the plate down, hugged me and said, "Thanks for being such a good sport." "My pleasure," I retorted, and we held our embrace for a while. Later, after Julie had washed off the plate we returned to assembling the desk. But even after our little activity I still found myself stealing glances at her calves and down her shirt and up her skirt (and she certainly didn't seem to mind); I was, however, much more relaxed while doing so. A successful experiment, all in all.