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FF Summary: Julia gets something unexpected for her birthday. |
“It’s beautiful!” Julia gasped as she opened the small box and drew out the necklace inside. A single, faultless pearl hung from a silver thread spun as thin as a spider web. I had picked it out especially for her, spending four hours shuttling from jewelry store to jewelry store. “I just saw it in a window last week, and it seemed so you,” I lied, beaming. “I’m glad that you like it!” “I do, thank you,” Julia piled her thick mahogany hair on top her head, exposing her long, white neck. “Could you help me with the clasp?” “Of course,” I said, wondering if my sweaty fingers would be able to do the task. I leaned in close, wrapping the thin silver strand around her neck, securing the microscopic clasp with trembling digits. “Thanks again, I love it!” Julia spun around before I could lean back, her burgundy colored lips lingering in front of mine. Her eyes sparkled. Her hair fell around her shoulders again with a spontaneous perfection. I couldn't wait any longer. I kissed her. I actually kissed her. The speech I had been crafting each night for the past year fell away useless. With this single, simple act, I confessed my undying love to Julia. Beautiful, kind, sexy Julia. But something was wrong. I was kissing a statue. Cold granite lips met mine, unmoving. I leaned back, searching her eyes for any reaction. There was none. Her face was completely dispassionate, no joy, no revulsion. Nothing but a blank, stone slate. “People are going to start arriving soon,” she said, still smiling blankly, still staring back at me like before. “We should start setting up for the party,” “Right, of course,” I said, bile and tears trying to burst from my body. “Thanks again for the necklace,” She said, then got up and walked out of the bedroom. “No problem,” Sitting on the edge of Julia’s bed, I took a deep breath and walked to the door, dragging my guts across the floor behind me. I whispered, “Happy birthday,” * * * Julia and I prepared for the party, setting out the crudités, hanging decorations. The guests arrived and I hid in the crowd, saying little and drinking too much. Everyone else laughed and talked, and Julia passed through the gathering like a wisp from a dream. Nobody knew what I had done, not even her. "So, has our fair town won you over yet?" I was talking to Michelle, a coworker who was this slice of the upper Midwest's most enthusiastic booster. "Oh yea, I..." Nodding, I knocked back the rest of my chardonnay. "I survived the winter at least," "Don't say that too quickly, it is only April," she said with a wink. Michelle had gone out of her way to get me settled in after I arrived at the Minneapolis office. She'd taken me under her wing, showed me around town and helped me find a condo in the same complex as her friend, Julia. "Well, last summer was nice," I said, trying to pull some mirth from the pit of my stomach. All I managed to do was regurgitate a bad joke, "I don't remember, was it the first or second weekend of July?" "We'll just have to thicken your blood, girl," Michelle was a plump blonde who, along with her crew cut and overly aggressive husband, seemed to be the basic social atom in this part of the country. She and John were two of the nicest people I had ever met. And I hated myself for hating them so much. She was always willing to offer me quick bread recipes and rental movie recommendations and introductions to square-jawed single men from her husband's Christian men's group. "So?" "Before you ask," I smiled as patiently as I could, refilled both our wine glasses, "Brian was a very nice guy, but he's just not my, er, type...," "Well, he was very impressed with you," Michelle said. "But, I suppose if there's no spark on your end," "He was very nice, but...," "So, what kind of guys did you date when you lived in Portland?" "Oh, look! They're bringing out the birthday cake," Mercifully, I saw the sheet cake emerge from the kitchen in Julia's arms. I needed chocolate. And maybe another glass or two of wine. * * * After a couple hours, five glasses of chardonnay and enough chocolate cake to cancel my diet completely, I crept to the closet for my coat. I desperately needed to get home to my bathroom and cry, possibly vomit. Julia caught me trying to escape on her way back from bidding farewell to Michelle and John. I was the only person left. “I hate to ask you this, but,” she reached out and stroked my arm, a friendly gesture. No more than that, never any more than that. "Could you stay and help me clean up?" “Sure, no problem” I put my coat back and dropped my shoulders. Julia was, after all, my best friend. “Thanks, if it were up to me this stuff would still be sitting her next year,” Julia joked as we gathered up paper plates and wine glasses. I bagged the garbage and set it by the door, while she washed the dishes. I helped myself to the leftover wine. “I think all you need is a quick vacuum,” I said gathering my purse. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” Julia collapsed into the couch. “You’ve been such a huge help today,” “No problem,” I made a few unsteady steps towards the closet. “Well, I guess I need to go home,” “Wait a minute, I hardly got to talk to you during the party,” Julia patted the cushion next to her. How much longer was this hell going to last? I sat down stiffly on the couch, staring at my toes. “You know,” Julia scooted closer. “You can kiss me again, if you want,” “What!?” I sputtered. “I said, you could ki-” I didn't let her finish. Pressing my mouth against hers, this time I felt Julia respond. Her lips moved, opening and closing, dancing with mine to the rhythm of our rising blood pressure. My fingertips found her hair, memorizing each strand as they wandered towards her neck, finally crossing the line of silver I had so gently placed there earlier in the evening. I never needed to come up for air again, content to drown there in her lips. “Wow,” Julia broke off contact, flushed. “God, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long,” I gushed, breathing deeply. “I know,” she smiled, wrapping her hand around mine. “What?” I shook my head, wiping away the tears which obscured my vision of her. “For how long?” “About four hours now,” Julia laughed, looking at her watch. “I’m sorry I got freaked out earlier, but I had to think things out. I mean, I wasn't expecting this,” “Is 'this' a good thing?” By now we were sharing a single couch cushion, with me practically in Julia's lap. She still had her arms wrapped hesitantly around my midsection, while I clung to her unabashedly. “This is a very good thing,” Julia smiled, and I dove into her lips again. This time, she pressed forward more aggressively, and I fell back onto the couch with her on top of me. This change of position seemed to embolden Julia, whose hands no longer waited stiffly, but began exploring even as my own were testing the various textures of her body. “Oh, Julia,” I breathed as she reached underneath my blouse. “Come on,” Julia's smile flickered as she withdrew, stood up and smoothed out the front of her black dress. “What?” I took her hand and she helped me to my feet. “It's my birthday,” she said. “It is,” My heart was beating through my chest. I still hadn't let go of Julia's hand. “Of course, you... you're going to have to show me how,” “I think you've got a pretty good idea what to do so far,” I pulled Julia gently through the living room, making sure not to lose her on the stairs, and up to the second floor. By the time I reach the hallway leading to her room, Julia had kicked off her heels to keep up with me. “Aren't you the eager beaver?” She laughed and then froze, simultaneously realizing the double entendre and all the naughty things I was going to do to her. Her delicately up swept ears turned red and a chill passed from her hand to mine. I had to thaw her with kisses and the heat from my body. “Please, don't be nervous,” I led her into the room where I had first made love to her. “It's going to be beautiful, I promise,” “I'm not nervous,” Julia shrugged as I stared at her with adoration. “Well, maybe a little,” she let out a tittering giggle, and I leaned in to apply my lips to her neck, still listening. “It's just, I haven't gotten this treatment in a long time,” “Then there are a lot of damned fools out there,” I reached behind my beloved and pulled the zipper of her black dress down. When she didn't resist, the garment fell around her ankles. Instinctively, Julia crossed her arms over her breasts, but I opened them for her, noticing not for the first time how her little brown nipples matched the freckles on her chest and cheeks. I led Julia to the bed, and laid her down on top the sheets, covering her body with mine. Responding to my kisses, Julia began tentatively touching me: my back, my hair, my arms, the top of my ass. I could feel her frenzied heartbeat beneath her light touch and small, conical breasts. “Hey,” my beloved laughed and tugged at the bottom of my blouse. “How come I'm the one getting naked?” “Mmmm, good point,” I sat back on my calves, my knees to either side of Julia's hips. Removing my top and bra, I tossed the clothes in a pile next to Julia's dress. Finally interlacing my fingers with hers, I guided Julia's hands to my bare chest. Feeling her arms grow taut, I held her hands as she explored my breasts and abdomen. When she would discover a particularly sensitive spot, I squeezed her fingers in mine and we'd both smile. I pulled Julia's torso up to mine and we continued trading deep kisses filled with passion. I pressed my lips against her neck, then her collarbone. She gasped in surprise and I stole the opportunity to kiss the soft skin between her breasts. My laughter was cut off mid-chuckle, however, when Julia surprised me by planting a long, tongue twisting kiss right on my lips. “So much for bashful,” I said before working my pants off my legs. Julia took my lead and laid her head on the pillows, lifting her butt off the bed so I she could pull her panties down her long, alabaster legs. I leaned back and saw my Julia lying before me, wearing nothing but the necklace I had carefully wrapped around her neck. I captured an adorable brown nipple in my mouth, and then her twin. Crawling down Julia's stomach, I felt her hands close around my wrists. Slowly, I worked her lower lips as best I could with my hands held captive. Julia didn't seem to mind. “Oh, SHIT!” she squealed as I wrapped my tongue around her pearl. Julia having released my wrists to pursue other areas, I was free to slide my hands under her butt, lifting her pelvis to get better access. I squeezed her cute little ass and tasted her essence, while Julia squirmed and spasmed on the bed. I crawled up next to her and, smiling, wiped strands of sweat soaked hair from her eyes. Her gaze met mine and she started to giggle uncontrollably, wrapping her arms around my naked torso. I leaned forward and let Julia taste herself on my lips. Hands still exploring the surface of each other's bodies, we lay in bed, our skin pressed together like a full-body kiss. "Happy birthday," I whispered after we had pulled the quilt over our shoulders. "Thanks," Julia mumbled, her face warm against my chest. "It was beautiful," THE END |
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