2 comments/ 11346 views/ 5 favorites Finding the Unexpected By: losthead57 He was standing at her door step, waiting to be invited in. Julia could all but stare at his tall, lean frame. He was certainly what many women would think as honestly, and sincerely handsome. Rugged, yet there was a touch of gentleness to him. She blushed when she realized she was staring, but she just could not help it. Smiling shyly, she stepped aside to let him into her tiny apartment. ##### "You have got to be kidding me," Luke inwardly said to himself as the door opened, finding himself faced to faced with a mere teenager. A little girl! Okay, so he was not much older. 27, to be exact, and he was a male escort after all. But that does not mean that he liked the thought of getting paid to have sex with young girls. There is just something extremely wrong about that. Usually, the age group of his female clientele ranged from late 30s to the 50s. And yes, he goes only one way, thank you very much. Seeing the girl standing there, looking all lost at sea (a little defiantly lost at sea), he blurted out, "How old are you?" Her eyes widened at the abrupt question, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "22," She replied, clearly, distinctly. Her voice was like crystal glass. And it was all so contradicting, because she looked ready to bolt out the room. Luke composed himself. Yes, he can do this. All he had to do was just act normal and do not let her see how flustered he was. He smiled at her and stepped in to the hall, taking a look around. It was a small, cosy place. Tiny space, but superbly done up. The wild mix and mash of vibrant colours from the furniture to the wallpaper were exquisitely wonderful. Taking in a deep breath of awe, he turned around to find her standing rooted to the exact same spot, staring at him. "Why don't you close the door and come sit with me?" Luke took off his leather jacket and sat on the royal blue sofa. It was a two-seater. He ran his hand over his freshly cut hair, finding them not much to run over. He watched the girl, Julia, slowly close the door and make her way over to him. She was actually very pretty, in a sad, soulful way. The chestnut waves of hair curtaining her face were breathtaking. With her pale skin, and thick lashes framing her almond eyes, Luke seriously wondered why the hell he was invited to spend 'a night of pleasure' with this young girl. She looked like one of the popular girls, not the cheerleader type (which used to be his type), but the quietly sexy and intelligent type. Surely, she should be out with her clique of equally good-looking friends clubbing at the latest hotspots in town? Julia stood in front of him, uncertain of what to do. Wearing slim fitting jeans with a white tank top, she looked, well, simply gorgeous. Her eyes were downcast, unsure beyond measure. Now, Luke thought, this girl is one weird package. He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him. Expecting to find some resistance, he was surprised to find that she fluidly allowed herself to settle down beside him. He turned to face her, still holding her hand in his, and said, "Tell me what you want. Any fancies? And special requirements?" She looked straight into his eyes and replied, "I want to lose my virginity," Did he hear that right? "What?" He asked, somewhat stupidly. She tugged a part of her locks behind her ear and repeated her sole 'requirement' for the night. Luke pulled his hand away from hers. He immediately regretted doing that because she looked slightly hurt at his action. The blank stare in her eyes was dangerous. It was as if there was no life behind it. It was the look of a person who had lost hope. Such a waste, because those brown eyes were very, very alluring. He gave himself a mental shake of the head. This night is just getting weirder and weirder. "Look," She continued, pleadingly, impatiently, "I know what you think. What kind of loser would want to hire a male escort in order to lose her virginity right? Judge me all you want. But you don't know me at all. This is my life. And I am paying you to do what I ask for. I want this." Her last sentence came out in a whisper. More for herself, than for Luke. He searched her face for some further, helpful explanation. When he got none, he replied, "Yes, you are right. I have no right to judge. But help me understand. Why? You are obviously a very attractive girl... Guys worship girls like you. This doesn't add up..." Julia flashed a look of amusement. "I do not need you to understand me. And I thought as long as I pay you, no questions are asked, right?" Slightly wounded by her stereotyping his profession, he took her hands, wrapping it tightly, tenderly in his. "Alright then. No questions asked. For now. But you must promise me one thing." Julia cocked an eyebrow. Staring deep into her eyes, as if trying to transfer all the willpower he could get into her, he said, "Promise me not to kill yourself," Julia burst out laughing at what Luke said. She laughed so hard at the thought of her committing suicide. Yes, she did thought about it. The enigma to suicide, not the desire for the act itself. To think that he would think of her like that, she must be in really bad shape. He watched her as she laughed freely. Patiently, indulgently. Then, suddenly, he cupped her face in his hands, and pulled her up to face him. He was so gentle and loving; it was hard to imagine him as a male prostitute. As if moving in slow motion, he leaned down to kiss her. Julia gasped at the touch of his lips on hers. A mere feather of a touch. It was all so sudden. He tasted of coffee, and mint. Her eyes fluttered shut to feel all of it. Luke pressed on deeper, leaning on her to be closer. His tongue licked her lower lip, and then coaxed her to open her mouth. She obliged, with much shyness. His hands ran through her hair, while she did not know what to do with hers. She was oblivious to everything but the kiss. A surge of electricity shot through her body down to her crotch. As Luke tongued her with increased passion, she struggled to breathe for air. Pulling away, she seemed bewildered, and dazed. Oh lord, was this how it felt like to be kissed? Luke looked at her curiously. "I have never been kissed," She whispered, as a way of explanation. Her face was in flames of fiery red. Luke said nothing, but looked equally bewildered at what she said. She wondered, was she doing the right thing here? Having a stranger kiss her like that in her apartment suddenly felt incredibly scary. But she enjoyed the kiss very much. She wanted so much more to happen. Looking at his handsome face, Julia knew that there was something she could trust in him. And lord, he was certainly something. The wavy brown hair, sea green eyes, aquiline nose and lean physique were a perfect combination in making him a real-life Adonis. Yes, she was doing this. And there would be no regrets. She needed this. Luke smiled at her, and told her, "I promise you, you won't regret this," Could he read her mind? Luke got up from the sofa. As Julia turned to look up at him inquiringly, he lifted her into his arms in one smooth motion. "Where is your bedroom?" Julia pointed which way to go as she snuggled up within him. He felt so strong and safe. She could get used to this. Argh! Mentally slapping herself, she inwardly chided herself, "It will be just one night! Get a grip. This is to overcome my fears. Nothing else!" She was still a little sad to find that they have reached the bedroom so soon. Her stomach churned in anticipation of what was soon to come. Settling her down on the bed, Luke stepped away and eyed her as how a person eyed a special prize. There was a glint of lust in his eyes. Luke leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. For a person who has never kissed before, she certainly has got fire. And the best part was- she did not even know it. Her hands, slightly trembling, ran up his back underneath his shirt. He pressed his hardening cock on her thigh, eliciting a small moan from her. He pulled away, looking impressed. "Are you sure you have not done this before? You are a natural." She blushed in response, choosing not to answer. Chuckling, he kissed and nibbled her earlobe. She gasped and writhed beneath him. Ah, there goes her sensitive nub. Luke knew he was good at what he did. But this girl here, underneath him, demanded that he gave it his best. Being her first time, he wanted to give it only the very best for her. She was an exquisite puzzle to solve. His hands ran down her delectable body to pull the tank top off. She did the same for his shirt. She was wearing a skin coloured bra, and Luke could see that she has got some curves. Generous bosom, accompanied by her hourglass figure made him gulp eagerly. He kissed the valley between her breasts, making her moan even louder. He snapped the bra open. Her breasts came free, revealing two hard dusty pink nipples. His hand trailed a feather-light touch underneath her mounds. It was as if he was touching a woman the very first time. He circled his palm closer and closer to her peaks, unbearably slow. She was practically heaving. Just as she was about to groan in frustration, he seized her left mound in his mouth and rolled the right nipple in his fingers. Julia let out a yelp of ecstasy. She ran her hand through his hair and his broad shoulders, all the while trying to control her breathing, but in vain. He then trailed wet kisses down her flat stomach, stopping at the waistband of her jeans. His bright green eyes met with her intense ones. Gaining unspoken approval, he popped open the buttons. She lifted briefly to allow him to tug her jeans off, and blushed as he slowly removed her cotton panties. "Take my pants off for me, please." He smiled devilishly at her startled face. "Julia, trust me on this." Luke huskily pulled her up to a seating position as he stood before her. He brought her hands to rest on his belt buckle. Tilting her chin up to look at him, he kissed her reassuringly. Julia's hands were shaking. He guided her hands as she removed his belt. Next, together, they unzipped his jeans. His erection was evident under his plain white briefs. Stepping out of his jeans, Luke brought her right hand to feel his erection. Running her hand up and down his shaft, he let out a low, guttural groan. Then, he helped her remove his briefs. His cock sprang out amidst a small nest of brown hair. On her own, she held his shaft in her hand. As if fascinated, she touched and felt the complete length of him. Struggling to wrestle back some control, he pushed her back down and lifted her legs, settling them firmly on each side of his shoulder. He gently kissed her soft, white inner thighs. His hands held her waist to keep her in place while she struggled to stay still. Luke got impossibly hard as he stared at her gates of heaven. It was pulsing wet with desire. Her smell was intoxicating. Checking his breathing, he expertly kissed the sensitive flesh. He tentatively licked her folds, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her. Alternating between licking and sucking until her breathing grew more laboured and ragged; he seized her clit in his mouth while plunging a thick finger into her. She yelped at the sudden intrusion. He released her clit to kiss her soft, wanton lips. His finger was still massaging her tight walls. Hushing and kissing her away her tears, he coaxed her until she was ready. Slowly, but surely, he felt pleasure course through her veins. A second finger plunged in, while his left hand massaged her clit. As she was reaching the peak of it all, he removed his fingers from her and replaced it with his hard, ready cock. It filled her so full as her spasms began. He rocked her gently as her juices flowed fiercely. Kissing her and nuzzling her neck to comfort her, Luke found her slowly growing impatient and bucking herself into him. He thrust harder and deeper, groaning louder. She moaned and gasped at the incredible friction, reaching the heavens above once more. One final, deep thrust brought him to ejaculate within her, rocking her almost unconscious. He arched over her, breathing heavily. Her glazed brown eyes met his, and she beamed at him. He pulled out of her to settle down beside her. Their racing pulse slowly calmed down. "That was amazing." Julia breathed, staring at the ceiling. She was positively glowing. "Well, then I have done my job well." Luke was equally rocked. He was surprised at the fact that he just had real, passionate sex in a long, long time. She laughed. ##### Julia could barely move her limbs. No regrets in making her choice, after all. She soon drifted into a deep slumber, romancing dreams of pleasure, which involved Luke. By the time she woke up, it was 3 am. The soreness reminded her of what happened. She turned to find the space beside her empty, with an evident, disappointing dent. She had not paid him. Slowly climbing out to grab a bathrobe, she padded cautiously into the hall. She exhaled to find Luke sitting at the dinner table, reading yesterday's papers. He was clad only in his jeans, his broad back facing her. Sharp longing zigzagged through her. The smell of warm fragrant coffee drifted about the kitchen. As if sensing her presence, he turned around to smile at her. "I hope you don't mind. But I made some coffee." He got up to pour a steaming mug for her. She smiled in return. She noticed that her head barely reached his shoulders. Accepting the coffee, she offered, "Thank you for... umm... everything," Luke sat down and smiled luxuriantly, "No need for that. It's my job." Settling herself next to him, she continued awkwardly, "So, umm... How much does it cost?" She kept her eyes downcast as she waited for an answer. When she got none, she looked up to find him looking at her. Not just looking, but it was as if he was trying to look into her, searching for something. "Julia, why did you call me?" There was something in his voice that was just so honest. She did not even feel like one of his clients. She felt special, like she was the only one who mattered to him. Absurd, but that was what she felt. It was either he was genuinely caring or he has gone to a really good acting school. Mistaking her silence as resistance, he went on, "I don't pretend to understand what you're going through. Because I don't know how. But seeing you like this, someone so young... It just baffles me. I just want to know why. And I will be off. Plus, I'm not the kind of guy who blabs." He winked and crossed his heart. She could not help but smirk at that gesture. He really knows the way to draw out the truth. Dropping her gaze, she let out a heavy sigh. "It is quite a story. And I might bore you to death." He countered, "Try me." Taking a deep breath, Julia decided to let it all out. After all, she will not be seeing him again. However much she wanted it. "Two years ago, I was raped." Luke's eyes widen in shock. He stuttered, "Oh god, I'm so sorry---," But she held up her hand to stop him. She was going to say everything before she broke down. It was time to let this all go. "I know I lied about the virginity thing just now... But hear me out..." Her eyes pleaded with him. He nodded, still in shock. "I was living in another city at the time. Was having the time of my life in college, being carefree and reckless. But I swear- I was a virgin at the time. And I have never kissed anyone before." Not meeting his intense gaze, she paused to gulp down some air, and continued. "The night it happened, I was walking back to my place. It all happened so fast... Three of them suddenly surrounded me, tackling and dragging me into this dark alley. I screamed like hell, but no one came for me. I couldn't do anything... I, I..," A sob escaped her lips. Luke reached across to grasp her hand tightly in his. The coffee was forgotten. "Aft... After what they did, they ran off. Left me for dead... And I would rather be dead than having to go through that all over again. Couldn't face anybody... Scared, humiliated, ashamed.. Packed up and came here. Started a new job, stayed away from everybody... Couldn't even talk to a guy without feeling humiliation and anger..." He gripped her hand even tighter. Anger was rising in his throat. But he kept silent and let her continue. She seemed to want to, although she was visibly struggling. "Threw myself into my job. Tried to black out the whole episode. Slowly, slowly healing... Felt better. But still couldn't bring myself to be close to another guy. But I wanted to... That was when I came up with a plan," She glanced up at him. "I couldn't do this with other guys because it takes the long, excruciating process of getting to know one another. The chase, the judgements, the accusations... Too many questions would be asked, and I would definitely lose it. It's too draining. That's why I called you. No questions asked... It's a brand new start, and getting rid of the... getting rid of it all." A moment of silence passed between them. Then Luke said haltingly, "My sister was raped, too," It was Julia's turn to look shocked. He continued, sadly, "She was raped by some thugs. Murdered... Only 16 at the time." The pained look on his face was heart-wrenching. Luke himself was surprised at what he said; it had taken him a long time to finally say it out loud. Julia said nothing. Instead, she turned to pull him in for a hug. It was awkward, but she thought that it was the best response she could give. They held each other for while, and finally, Luke pulled away, not meeting Julia's eyes. "I am very sorry for what happened to you two years ago. And Julia, you are a strong person. I can see that. It warms my heart to you see you living here," He waved his hand around his surroundings. "and living so comfortably well." Julia continued to stare at him. His eyes flickered over hers, then looked away again. "I hope I 'helped' you overcome your problem, whatever help you thought I could help you with. I should err... be off now." He smiled hesitatingly, and got up to make his way to the bedroom to get his shirt and stuff. "How much do I owe you?" Julia's voice floated around him, somewhat coldly. He turned around to look at her. Uh-oh, he could see it in her eyes. The Look- Hurt, yet angry that he was leaving. He could obviously tell that Julia was expecting him NOT to leave. Well, what did she expect? Cuddling and breakfast of pastries and giggling off the bed? Sigh... This was the part he hated most about his job. Clients getting all confused between 'service' and 'attraction'. He was the type who could not help but care about what the ladies have to say, but more often than not, once he started showing concern, they start thinking of him as boyfriend-potential. It is flattering, but extremely difficult to deal with. Luke hesitated. He was trapped in a typical dilemma. He did not want Julia's money. After all, he was financially comfortable enough, and he was helping her to get pass her trauma towards sex. BUT, if he did not accept the money, he feared she might start hoping that there was more to it than just a night-call service. Sighing and cursing inwardly, he replied as indifferent as he could, "That would be 300 dollars." Julia got up abruptly, and walked past him into the hall. She took out some leaves of cash and handed them to him. Her face was a mask of nonchalance. There was a wall between them now. Her wall. The vulnerability was gone. The confession was forgotten. 2 minutes later, Luke left the apartment. Shit. Now he really hated his job. As Luke walked back to his place (the cool night air allowed him to think better), he could not help feeling emptier than usual. His profession, which used to offer all the perks any man would kill to get, just did not feel so enjoyable anymore. Thinking about Julia's brave, but unorthodox way to move on in life, he felt that he should be doing the same. Move on, be more responsible. Admiring her wilfulness, he also felt sorry for her. She could have anyone she wanted. Men would get hard just by looking at her. And yet, she chose to hire a male prostitute. Finding the Unexpected Thinking about her, he felt a twitch in his crotch. Her killer body, soft as silk hair, and those uncertain almond eyes... They were such a contradictory, yet perfect bland of attributes that really, could make any man fall in love with her. If he was in a more 'normal' profession, he would have asked her out, without a doubt. Her eyes, belying such wonderful expressions and thoughts, made him feel like he wanted to know everything that went on in that head of hers. Luke shook his head. Careful, he warned himself. He was starting the blur the line as well. Damnit! Attraction towards a client was a dangerous thing. Like playing with wild, flaming hot fire. ##### Now that was all done and gotten over with. So why was she feeling more empty than she has ever felt before? Julia sighed. She was such an egomaniac. Of course it was purely business for him. She wanted to knock herself on the head for expecting comfort from him. The only form of comfort Luke can offer is only limited to the bedroom, she mused. Sex with a man was not as terrifying as she had thought it would be. In fact, it was far from terrifying. She wanted so much more. All the nightmares after the rape had really scared her senseless. The sensations Luke had made her body feel really made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time. But that high only lasted until he left. Now her apartment was too big, too empty. At first, she was overwhelmed by the presence of Luke in her private space. Too crowded. Too full. Now, it exuded an aura of disgusting loneliness. She longed to be in his strong, lean arms again; to feel his powerful body pinning her down. It felt so right, so safe... Julia laughed out loud. Was she infatuated with a male prostitute? Well, it certainly was looking that way. ##### Luke was not happy, at all. For the past few days, his mind was tottering between anticipation and dread. He could not sleep. The dreams were all too vivid. Too real. It has been a week since Julia. And his mind was filled with her. The way her hair swayed and shined, the way her body moved, the way she smelled, the way she looked at him... Knowing the many dangerous risks of falling for a client, he was extremely irritated with the idea of him not being immune to that clause at all. In fact, he got it real bad. The things Julia said were glued into his head. He seriously wanted to beat the guys who raped her to a pulp. Everything, he wanted it to be right for her. He knew that he could never have feelings for a client. It would be too complicated. His job would be in real jeopardy. Worst of all, he did not have a goddamn clue as to what she did that made him feel this infatuated. This obsessed. Luke was perfectly crazy about her. But he perfectly understood that his feelings will abate, because their paths would never cross again. Until she called him. Just hearing her voice on the phone made him so hard. It was gently, seductively caressing his whole being. After that, the dreams grew worse. Julia laughing in his face when he gallantly confessed his feelings for her... Julia dumping him for a banker/lawyer/businessman... Julia telling everyone that he raped her... Julia was a poison he wanted to kill himself with. ##### The doorbell rang. This time, he was not smiling. Julia, again stepping aside to let Luke in, felt her body heat up just looking at his be-clothed physique. The thought of seeing him naked made her ache with desire. Feeling a sense of wonderful déjà-vu, she closed the door and walked towards him. He was standing in the middle of the hall, frowning slightly. Ignoring the look on his face, Julia leaned in for a kiss. And yes, she had a glass of wine while waiting for him. Or was it three? Why was he hesitating? Julia impatiently pressed her lips on his, her hands moved down urgently to take off his jacket. She pulled his hands to rest on her breasts. Suddenly, he pushed her away. Gently, but firmly. Was there disgust on his face? Disappointment? "Julia, what are you doing?" He whispered. Sadly. Disappointedly. Julia stopped, astonished at his tone. "Why did you call me?" He was frowning outright, now. "What do you think?" "Julia, what do you expect is going to come out from all this?" Julia took a step back. Horror and humiliation were creeping up from her toes, right into her heart. The high of the wine was giving away to disgust. And anger. The way he said her name, made her feel like a little girl who was caught taking cookies from the cookie jar. How dare he. She was an adult. She had the right to do whatever she wanted! "You do not know me. You do not have the right to judge." Julia responded, trying to be as composed as she could. Tears were threatening to spill over the edge. Luke looked torn. "You have so much life ahead of you. You are so young! You should be having the time of your life with friends and family. Don't mess it up with the likes of me. You just... You just deserve so much more." Struggling to control her breathing, a tear fell onto Julia's cheek. A sob escaped from her lips. A torrent of tears followed. Stumbling back further, she gasped, "Please leave," Ignoring her request, Luke stepped toward her. She pleaded, tears flowing down fiercely "please, please, please, just leave..." Just as she looking to crumble to the ground, Luke grabbed her to pull her in a tight embrace. She flinched, and used her fists to beat his chest angrily, but weakly. He eased her to the floor, still holding her firmly while she cried her heart out. He stroked her satiny hair and soothed her as waves of tears soaked the front of his shirt. His heart broke to see her like this. It was just too painful. "It's alright..Shhh... I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." Luke said gently as he rocked her. She continued to sob silently in his arms. Slowly, the crying stopped. She pulled away, her hair shielding her face from him. He cupped her cheek gently to make her look at him. Her pale face was even whiter than usual. And her eyes were puffy. "God... You are so beautiful." He whispered. Shit. Did he say that out loud? Julia's eyes widened in surprise. Oh well. The damage was done. He did not wait for a response. Instead, he leaned across a very short distance between them to seal her red, puffy lips with his. Julia gasped. Her sudden intake of breath left a shocking sensation on his lips, and he felt his cock harden reactively with desire. He pressed his lips further, pulling her in tighter. Closer. Frustrated that she was still not close enough, he lifted her up and placed her on his thighs. Her soft body welcomed his every command. She tentatively opened her mouth, the pressure was making her dizzy with pleasure. Luke took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, drawing out a moan from her. That sound made him so hard, he wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there and then. He pressed his erection onto her, making her feel what she was doing to him. "You feel that? Just the thought of you make me so hard." His husky voice caressed every inch of her skin. "And I think about you all the time... I want you so much." He murmured into her neck. Julia moaned in his ear, incapable of responding in words. But that was the exact answer he needed. He pushed her down on the lush carpet, kissing her ear lobe. His stubble tickled her jaw erotically. She writhed in pleasure beneath him. He was losing control. And he knew it. He was not thinking clearly. His desire for her was clearly clouding his judgment. Slowly, painfully, he forced himself to pull away from her. She whimpered in protest. He looked at her, mentally dragging himself away from her swollen lips. His erection was still evidently pressing down into her belly. She stared at him questioningly, anxiety already seeping into her glazed eyes. Luke smiled, and reassuringly stroked her hair away from her face. "I do not want to take advantage of you." He explained. Julia raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little bit too late?" "No, I could have done worse damage." "But I want this." She steadily held his gaze. "No. We can't." He pulled away. Before she could answer, he swept her off the floor, into his strong arms. He carried her into the bedroom, and settled her onto the bed. His erection was throbbing. Ignoring it, he sat down on the bed, slightly away from her. Taking her hand in his and kissing it, he said, "Truth is, I'm a little scared of all this. I'm thinking of you a lot more than I should. And it won't do any good to my... job. And you're so young... I know I shouldn't... But you got me hooked..." Luke wrung his head in frustration. "Look at me." Luke turned to face Julia. His face was a picture of uncertainty, and confusion. It seemed as if he himself had just realized the profound meaning to what he had just said. Making sure that Luke's eyes were locked on hers, she placed her hands on either side of his face. "Make love to me." An eternity passed between them as they stared into each other. Then Luke gave his answer by seizing her lips in a kiss so ardent, so passionate, so fervent that by the time he pulled away, they were both panting and feeling dazed. He unbuttoned her blouse like he was doing it for the first time, like opening a long-awaited Christmas present. Julia, in turn, did the same for his shirt. A dust of brown chest hair was sprinkled across his chest down to his belly, and further below. Her stomach churned in anticipation. She tugged his shirt off as he did hers. Then, he unclasped her bra, revealing her already hard nipples. Gently pushing her down on the soft mattress, he removed her jeans and her panties. He pulled back to admire her beautiful body, eyes as intense as the blazing sun. Julia squirmed in embarrassment. Chuckling, he leaned back down to lock his lips with hers. Slowly moving his mouth downwards, his hands tugged and played with her mounds until she moaned in ecstasy. Her hands explored with their palms on his flat stomach, and slipped into the waistband of his jeans. Luke sucked in his breath at the wonderful intrusion. So distracted he was with Julia's hands, he completely stopped what he was doing. She slid her hand down further, drawing a deep groan from him. "Oh, Julia... Don't stop." Feeling empowered by what she could do to him, she leaned forward, and turning him over so she could be on top of him. She had not done this before, and it was apparent. Her hands were nervous. Luke noticed it immediately, "Here, let me show you." He allowed her to remove his jeans and briefs, releasing his cock from the tight confinement of his boxers. It seemed to have a life of its own, wavering and twitching as he guided her hand, running her fingers down the shaft. Julia wrapped the length around her hand, gently moving her hand up and down. Luke moaned in pleasure, his hands grabbing the bedsheets for control. He was breathing heavily, his chest slightly heaving. Wanting him to feel much more, her other hand went down to play with his balls. Noticing that his eyes were closed, Julia bent her head down, shyly licking his mushroom head. One lick sent Luke's eyes flashing open, startling her. "Do that. Please. Do it again." His voice was almost gravelly, verging on begging. Locking eyes with him, Julia licked his shaft again. And again. Luke threw his head back against the pillows, moaning in pure bliss. More aroused than ever, she licked him more vigorously. Her hand continued to play with his testicles. Suddenly, Luke got up. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down, so she lay beneath him. He positioned himself at her heavenly gates. Kissing her fiercely, he got even more excited at the taste of his salty self on her tongue. He pushed into her, his thickness drawing a moan from her. The intrusion slowly turned frantic, as he impaled her further. Julia's breathing grew impatient as she pushed at him, wanting more. "Harder." Luke needed no encouragement. He drove into her, until she screamed in pleasure. He fingered her clit while his other hand pinched and pulled at her nipples. The combination of sensations was so intense, so powerful, that soon, waves of pleasure crashed through her, her orgasms came one after another. He speared her again and again, each time deeper than the last. Her fingernails raked his back in frenzied gratification. One last, deep thrust brought him to climax, and he emptied his seed into her wonderful body. Panting, and almost delirious, he pulled out and got off of her. Both of them were soaked in sweat. The look on her face spoke of one word- bliss. He pulled her in for an embrace, her back facing him. Her hair was tickling his chest. His flaccid cock lay spent, kissing the small of her back "Did we make love?" Julia whispered "Yes, I think we made great love." Luke murmured. He continued, "I am going to have to rethink my profession." "And why is that?" Intertwining his fingers with hers, he answered, "Because now I do not want to go to bed with anyone else but you." #####