0 comments/ 30385 views/ 2 favorites Watching Jules Ch. 01 By: enamoredwriter Note: This is a very slightly edited posting of my first erotic story attempt. Can't say its the best, but for the sake of nostalgia I thought I'd post the series and see if I can't bring it back to life. Not the quickest pace, so probably not everyone's taste. Here goes... * Jules had moved next door to me about three weeks ago. To say she was a bit shy would be a massive understatement. As far as I had seen she didn't have any friends yet. I suppose that isn't so abnormal, but she didn't even try to change that. She wasn't what I would call anti-social...she just seemed to keep to herself. The quiet-type maybe, but with a few words somewhere behind the silence. All these thoughts rushed through my mind as I jumped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride man." "No prob...you owe me one though." Joe said with a sneer. My car had broken down over the weekend, so I was at the mercy of my friends for rides. As Joe sped off in a cloud of smoke, my eyes returned to Jules. I quickly looked her over, before her gaze met mine. Her clothing was incredibly basic, simple jeans and a bland, gray t-shirt. It was almost as if she had gone out of her way to look as unnoticeable as possible, a definite change from the girls I was used to. Yet under all the basic clothes lay some hidden potential. A good body (although it was hard to get a good feel for the quality of her tits or ass), but what caught me was her hair. She had this long, black hair that went about three inches past her shoulders. For a brief moment, which honestly surprised me, I wondered what it would feel like to bury my face in it... All at once my thoughts were cut off as her eyes met mine. Her eyes were a misty blue, something I must admit I find irresistible. A soft, slow smile passed over her lips. I felt a bit...entranced. "Hey Jules." "Hi Chris...if you needed a ride, I could have given ya one." "Heh, I didn't even think about it. Would you mind giving me one tomorrow morning?" I could swear her eyes lit up for just a second... "Sure, no prob. Later" "Thanks. Later" With a turn of her head, her hair cascaded over her shoulder and she walked away. I went inside, to my room, and basically just hung out for a while. Later that night, after a shower, I was lounging around outside in the darkness...engaging in certain illegal practices which I won't delve into (here's a hint, it involves inhaling...). Due to the heat, I choose to simply stand in my boxers, admiring the slowly appearing stars. Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I quickly looked to it...and saw Jules walking into her room. I was going to look away (or maybe I wasn't, but at least I considered it for a moment)...but she slipped off her shirt and instantly had my full attention. She was wearing a rather plain white bra, probably cotton, which seemed to attract my eyes. As she stepped out of her jeans, she revealed matching panties. Although such lingerie would normally be considered childish, on her it offered a look of innocence that was quite tempting. She was somewhat full figured, probably a C cup. After a brief pause, she reached to her back and unhooked her bra. Quickly slipping it off, her hands cupped her now bare breasts and squeezed them softly. My thoughts paused. Was she...really masturbating? As her eyes closed and her head tilted back, her pleasure became all the more apparent. Her nipples quickly hardened...they were that beautiful kind that just begged to be sucked on. I was already getting very hard, all seven inches pressing uncomfortably against my boxers. Removing them quickly, I began slowly stroking myself while watching the little show Jules was unknowingly offering me. Her hands still lingered on her breasts, occasionally pinching one of those perfect little nipples. One hand began to slide down her stomach slowly, under the waistband of her panties, and inside to greater, hidden delights. Even in the dim light, I could see the wet spot on her panties. She began squeezing her breasts almost roughly, and I began to quicken my strokes. Jules pulled her hands away from her body, temporarily halting her pleasure. She quickly pulled down her panties, exposing a tiny triangle of hair that almost drew my eyes away from her dripping pussy. She quickly went back to pleasuring herself, using two fingers slowly on her pussy and her thumb on her clit. My eyes danced over her body, taking in every second of the show that she was giving. As her other hand began to massage one breast again tenderly, I could see an unmistakable look of pleasure in her eyes. The look in her eyes was that of a woman only a moment before a much needed climax. As she began to slowly thrash around her bed in her bliss, I was overtaken by a massive orgasm that left me breathless. After cumming on the bushes between our yards, my eyes made their way back to her beautiful body. She lay on her bed for a minute or two, both hands back on her breasts. I watched in silence as she fondled them for a moment, and then slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Finally accepting the end of the show, I slipped back inside and fell asleep. As I fell asleep, I couldn't help but wonder what the next few days would bring... Watching Jules Ch. 02 Dew had settled on the grass, offering the morning a slightly moist feel. A light mist hung in the air, the remnants of a bit of rain during the night. The sun was barely out yet, making it seem as if the day was awakening before me... A new day always offers new possibilities. I was leaning against her car, observing the early moments of morning. Her would be Jules, of course. In the fragile silence of the early morning, I was left to thoughts of the night before. My thoughts faded away as she stepped out of her house. "Hey Jules. Sure you don't mind giving me a ride?" For an instant a sly smile flickered over her lips. "Of course not, its no prob." As she walked towards me, my eyes couldn't help but glance over her body. Her clothing held that ever-present neutral look, a simple black t-shirt and jeans. I no longer had a doubt about the actual beauty concealed under them, and for a moment my lips betrayed my thoughts. A brief smile passed over my lips as I imagined Jules as I had seen her the night before. "What are you smiling about?" Her lips formed a serene smile as she spoke. "Nothing...just lost in my own thoughts." Our eyes met as we both jumped in her car, and a feeling of warmth spread throughout my body. Her misty blue eyes seemed to hold an amused and knowing look...but certainly it was just my imagination. The drive was mostly silent, only the occasional comment breaking the otherwise continuous outpouring from the radio. Upon reaching our destination, we both got out quickly. However before heading our separate ways, she asked... "So...you want a ride tonight too?" "Uh, if it isn't a problem I'd be thankful..." I could swear there was a sparkle in her eyes, similar to the one I had seen the day before... "Great...meet here at four?" "Uh...perfect." I noticed the vague pretense of a smile in the corners of her lips, and felt that warmth spread throughout my body again. My eyes stayed on her for a moment as she walked away, and then I turned away to the boring idleness of my own day. The day passed in an unbearably slow and pointless blur, during which I found my thoughts sporadically shift towards Jules. Her eyes, her hair...and all which I had seen the night before. Our meeting again at her car came all too slowly, yet was mostly silent, as was the ride back. As we both got out of her car, I found my voice again and heard myself asking... "Um...Jules, I dunno if you're busy Saturday, but I'd like to take you out or something..." It is hard to say what shocked me more, my ridiculous fumbling for words or the bluntness with which I had just asked her out... Yet her reaction was anything but cold. That beautiful and slightly teasing smile returned to her seemingly soft lips. I felt that warmth again, anticipating her answer. "That sounds great...here's my number. Call me." As she turned away, her hair cascaded over her shoulder. At the sight of this, a smile passed over my lips again. As I looked into my hand at the scrap of paper containing her phone number, the smile broadened. I walked inside slowly, lost in a daze of bliss. Upon entering my room, I simply collapsed on the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment...and fell asleep. I woke up with the usual confusion that accompanies a dreamer leaving the dream, and glanced at the clock. The cold digital reading read 9:37. My mind was lost for a moment...what time had it been when I saw her the night before? Certainly no later than 10... Cursing quietly, I slipped outside into the backyard. As I looked towards her window, all my eyes found was darkness. Perfect...she's asleep. I turned back to the house and saw the flicker of a light being turned on from the corner of my eye. My eyes immediately honed in on her room and adjusted to the new brightness. She had just entered her bedroom and turned on a lamp on the bedside table. Still clad in the same black t-shirt and jeans she had worn all day, she made her way to her bed. There she paused for a moment, then allowed her fingers to grasp the bottom of the t-shirt and quickly pull it off. Her bra was black and lace, or so it appeared. Before my thoughts could gather, she unhooked and unzipped her jeans with a practiced ease. She then pulled them down her long, shapely legs quickly. As she stepped out of them, my eyes traveled along her body once again. The simple matching black thong and bra she wore may have seemed dull to some, but to me it offered her a very sensual look. The contrast to the innocent look of the night before was very...alluring. Her hand slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra, which she removed quickly. Her breasts had such a soft, firm look to them...my mind considered the feel of them, and all at once I became fully aware of the erection that was painfully pressing against my jeans. In an instant I removed my jeans and boxers, but I opted to not touch myself until she had done so. My eyes returned to her, and found her lying on her bed. She was digging through a drawer under the bedside table...her searching produced something I would have never expected from her. A very small vibrator was in her hand. I expected for her to put it to use immediately, yet she was apparently in the mood for something a bit slower. She laid the vibrator on her bed gently, and picked up a small matchbox from the bedside table. I suddenly became aware of the five or so candles around her room. She struck a match, and carefully lit each candle before allowing the match to go out. As she returned to the bed, she picked up the vibrator with one hand and lay back. Her free hand went about the work of kneading one breast with gentle proficiency. The other flicked on the vibrator and began to use it on her pussy through her panties. My hand found my cock and began stroking it slowly, wanting my pleasure to wait for hers. Her underwear was quickly soaked, and she removed it readily enough to allow herself better access to the secrets held within. At first she used her toy to tease herself, obviously nearing her clit but not quite touching it. Her other hand was no longer massaging her breasts, but roughly squeezing them. The sound of her moans was so loud that they reached my ears through the glass...and I could swear I heard a "Chris..." among them...or was I lost in fantasy? The pace of my strokes quickened, sensing her pleasure. Allowing herself the final pleasure, she let the vibrator make contact with her clit. Her response was instantaneous...she thrashed around the bed in wave after wave of pleasure. Seeing this prompted my own orgasm, and again I offered my cum to the bushes that separated our yards. I watched the object of my growing affections still as she put away her little toy and blew out the candles slowly. Finally, she slipped her thong back on and threw on an oversized t-shirt. With that, she flicked off her bedside lamp... For a brief moment my eyes watched the dark window, then I turned back to my house and entered it in silence. As I entered my room, the phone rang. Cautiously picking it up, I said... "Hello?" A quiet, barely audible giggle was my response. "Jules...?" "Next time Chris, I think I should get to see you up close..." Watching Jules Ch. 03 I awoke suddenly, the sound of thunder bringing me awake with ease. I've always been a fairly deep sleeper, but something this loud managed to bring me back from the world of dreams quickly. The sound of rain wasn't the soothing, slow fall I was used to. Rather, it was the harsh, jagged fall of a full storm. Tossing aside my blankets, I stood up and stretched to my full extent before heading for the bathroom. After emptying out my bladder, I took a quick shower. The warmth of the water helped me relax a bit, but as my thoughts slipped to previous night, a certain...problem...managed to arise. Thoughts of Jules filled my mind, and a state of arousal accompanied it... I finished my shower as quickly as possible, and managed to ignore the problem. As I left the shower and went through the other various morning tasks, my thoughts managed to return to Jules again and again. Something about her entranced me, something in her eyes and smile that held my heart in a loving grip. The lights flickered, bringing me out of my Jules-inspired daze. A few loud claps of thunder followed and the lights went out...and stayed out. After letting a few choice words slip out into the silent darkness that now surrounded me, I fumbled around until I managed to find a flashlight. Flicking it on, I felt the sudden urge to find Jules. It was almost like an alarm in my head, something I didn't notice until it was triggered. Yet suddenly it was directing all my thoughts to her, along with a strong feeling of panic... I jogged outside, and was struck by a sudden wave of heat. Humidity I suppose, but whatever it was made it feel unbearably hot. The storm may have had the sound of fury in it, but the rain that poured on me was cool and refreshing. I ran to her front door, and by some miracle managed not to fall and injure myself in the process. I began to bang on the door with my fist, making all the noise I could. It was stupid...in this storm she almost certainly wouldn't hear me at the door. Still, her failure to answer gave my growing panic a much more serious tone. I checked the doorknob, and of course it was locked. Without thinking, I kicked the door as hard as I could. I felt it give a little, but it held strong. I would have laughed if I wasn't so worried. It must have looked like a failed stunt from some B-list movie. My next thought barely entered my mind before I decided to go through with it. I stepped back a few steps, charged at the door with all the speed I could get, and shifted all my weight. My shoulder hit the door hard, and I felt it give with a sound something like a loud crunch. A sudden dull pain appeared in my shoulder as I lost my balance and fell to the floor. After a moment on the floor, I stood slowly on slightly aching legs. The pain in my shoulder distracted me from my legs, but after making sure there was no blood I didn't care. I did the best I could to close the door (or rather, close the opening where the door had stood). I headed in the direction I thought her room was, as watching her through her window had offered me some idea of which direction to head in. Using the flashlight I searched vaguely around as I walked. Entering her bedroom, I ran the flashlight across what appeared to be something dumped on her floor. A strong feeling of dread appeared in the pit of my stomach and grew quickly. As the light touched the mass on the floor...I saw it was Jules. She was unconscious, and bleeding from a slight cut on her forehead. Taking great care, I picked her up and laid her on her bed. After a short search in her bathroom, I returned to her bedside carrying a washcloth. I carefully cleaned away the blood on her forehead...and saw that the cut was minor and had already stopped bleeding. Still I worried... My eyes, upon a less rushed examination of her body, saw she was still in her pajamas from the previous night. Something about the t-shirt and thong she wore was just...sexy in its own way. I reached towards her and let my hand touch her cheek, and felt a slow reassurance enter my body as my hand rested there. The light from the flashlight began to dim and flicker, and within a moment I was left to darkness. I cursed into the darkness, but with my hand still resting on her cheek I felt the anger leave as quickly as it appeared. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness quickly enough, and my lips found their way to her own. It was a soft kiss...not one of lust, but of love. I wish I could say her eyes opened then, like some fairy tale princess awakened by a kiss...but it took at least two hours for her to return to consciousness. I can't say exactly how long it was...I didn't leave her side again until she woke up. Her eyes blinked open slowly and uncertainty. My hand still rested on her cheek, and she placed her hand over mine. "You fell...I think you're okay, you just have a minor cut." "Chris...how long was I unconscious?" "I'd say about two hours, maybe three..." "You've been with me that long?" "I...was worried about you." Her eyes were locked on mine, and she smiled. That irresistible smile, that awoke warm, loving desires deep inside me...and gave root to some much more lust-based desires. Without thinking, I leaned down and softly kissed her lips. She responded quickly, returning the kiss with more passion than I expected. Her kiss was warming, and inviting. My fingertips barely lifted the bottom of her shirt, allowing my hand to slide under the soft fabric. My hand quickly found its way to one of her breasts, softly fondling the tender flesh. Her nipples quickly hardened, responding to my touch. She pushed me away as her lips left mine, a teasing smirk appearing on her lips immediately. "Jules...?" "Chris, you've seen me twice...now it's my turn to see you." As she spoke, her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them off slowly, not in any apparent rush. I quickly removed my t-shirt, leaving myself with just the boxers covering my body. The room was very dark, but that teasing smirk was still clear on her lips. She opened a drawer in her bedside table, and pulled out a small box of matches. She handed them to me, and all at once I remembered the candles from the previous night. Without a word, I walked around the room and lit the candles. After lighting the last candle, I turned to her. She was now sitting upright, with her fingers barely under the edge of her shirt. When our eyes met, she began to lift it slowly. I was overwhelmed by how beautiful and sexy she looked in the candlelight. I wanted her more than any words can explain, yet I stood still. As her breasts came into view, my eyes remained locked on her own. As beautiful as her body was, her eyes held me captivated. Finally, she finished removing her shirt, and she tossed it carelessly to the side. I stepped towards her, and our lips met again. What our second kiss lacked in passion, it more than made up for in warmth and love. As the kiss ended, her teeth softly pulled on my lower lip. "Chris, did you feel that?" "Yes..." "I...I love you." "I love you, too, Jules." Her hand rested softly on my chest, and gently pushed me back. She motioned for me to sit at the end of her bed. Before doing so, I removed my boxers. I stood out at seven inches, making it unbearable to continue wearing them a moment longer. As I sat down and turned my attention back to her, I saw her eyes staring at how hard I was. Her lips hung slightly open, as if they had frozen halfway through making a word. Before I could speak, she awoke from her semi-daze. Her lips slid into that teasing smirk I was becoming very familiar with. "Come now, Chris...now its my turn to watch." My fingers wrapped around my cock, and began to work their way into a slow stroking pace. My eyes traveled across her body, taking her in as readily as each breath of air. When my eyes again returned to her own, her tongue slowly traveled across her lips. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my own lips, as I wondered how her tongue would feel caressing the head of my cock. She began massaging her own breasts, squeezing them softly for me. I wanted nothing more than to touch her, to be with her...and as she moaned, I felt a desperate desire to be the cause of that moan. My strokes were quickening, trying to keep up with the passing minutes as we each intently watched the other. My eyes slid to her thong, where a small wet spot was beginning to form. I couldn't help but smile. She removed them with her own smirk, and tossed them at me. Her fingers began to explore herself, and my eyes watched...my mind filled with thoughts of replacing her fingers with my own cock. Her moans were becoming louder and quickening, and my own strokes we still increasing in speed. I felt orgasm nearing for both of us, and bit my lower lips without thinking. Her response was a quiet, yet clear whisper. "I'm so close, Chris...I want to cum with you." I moved closer to her, my strokes at a near frantic pace now. Her eyes closed, and her lips released this moan of sheer pleasure. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I began to cum. After a moment, we kissed again. In those serene few minutes after our mutual orgasms, we kissed again and again...soft, loving kisses. My fingers ran through her hair slowly, loving its silky, luxurious feel. I was in heaven...and we both fell asleep.