Looking Through The Lens

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Chapter 3: How Many More Times?

Back Home

Sleep took a long time to come to me that night.� Having my new relationship with Julie suddenly thrust out into the open seemed to make it more serious.� I started thinking about some things that hadn�t yet crossed my mind.� In less than a week, we were leaving for home.� There was a good chance that I wouldn�t see Julie until next summer.� Neither of us drove, obviously.� Even if we did, it was a five-hour trip, each way, from Montauk to the Catskill Mountains where I lived.� And that was on a good traffic day.�

Beth and Hans always came up to our place for Christmas, since they could get in some skiing that way.� Despite the opportunity that this presented, it was unlikely that Julie�s mom would let her be away for three weeks� Christmas or not.� I wasn�t sure she would even let her come at all.� I also doubted that Julie�s mom would want to come up and spend Christmas with us.

Julie�s mother and father used to be friends with my aunt and uncle, as well as my parents.� When her parents divorced, five years ago, her dad moved to Florida with another woman.� Her mom had had a difficult time since then.� Basically, she had shut everyone out of her life.� The few times I had seen her over the last few summers, I could see why Julie was over at my aunt�s house most of the time we were there: her mother was seriously depressed.�

At the same time, I wondered what my relationship with Julie actually was.� Were we just fooling around, or did she have more long-term ideas in mind?� To be honest, I didn�t know what I wanted.� I had fooled around with a couple of girls back home, but those episodes were related to alcohol, and party games like spin the bottle.� After a few times, they were pretty meaningless.� Fun, yes.� I realized, though, there was no expectation or offer of anything further in those hookups.

It was different with Julie.� Apparently, she was attracted to me, even though I still couldn�t believe that last summer she had been interested in me.� We had not kissed simply because of the direction a Coke bottle was pointing.� I was certainly attracted to her, and if not for my obsession with the girl at the pier, I probably would have noticed Julie�s flirting sooner.� Maybe I would have done something about it sooner, too.

And what of the pier girl?� I�d had three days to get her out of my system.� I was no longer depressed about the situation, particularly with the fun time I was having with Julie.� However, part of me wondered why I still felt such a longing to fish with her again.� I had no answer for that as I drifted off into sleep.

I woke up late, feeling hands wrapped around my neck.� Expecting to see Lara playing a prank on me, I opened my eyes groggily, only to see the room empty.� I thought my shirt had gotten twisted around my neck, but when I pulled at the cloth and looked at it, I bolted upright in bed.

It was Julie�s bathing suit top.� For a second, I wondered if it really was one of Lara�s pranks.� Then I remembered I had stashed it under my pillow the day before.� Somehow, in the night, it had worked its way out and had gotten wrapped around my neck like a scarf.�

I looked at my door, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was wide open.� The room I slept in was Beth�s office and art room, and it was possible Beth had come in to get something.� Or, either of my parents could have come in to peek in on me.� I thought I had closed my door the night before, but I wasn�t sure.� A sinking feeling spread throughout my chest.�

Great, another embarrassing day, I thought.�

I got up, replaced the suit under my pillow, and put on my clothes hurriedly.�

When I walked out into the kitchen, I knew, as soon as I saw Melissa�s face.

�Good morning, sleepyhead!� she said, much too brightly, even for her.

�Morning, Mom,� I said evenly.

She continued washing the dishes for a moment.� I could just see the grin on her face, even through the back of her head.�

Finally, she couldn�t hold it in anymore.� I almost said, �Go ahead��

�So� wild night last night?� she said.

It seemed only yesterday that the pier girl had asked me something similar.� Suddenly a thought occurred to me.� Did she think Julie had snuck in last night and we had been fooling around?� The sinking feeling was getting worse by the moment.� I opened the fridge and stared at the light bulb.

�Wild night?� I echoed, buying some time.� I wondered what I could possibly say to explain sleeping like that.

�Either that, or you are starting a new fashion trend for sleepwear.��

Even though she didn�t turn to look at me, the grin was dripping off of her words.� Even the soap bubbles in the sink were grinning.

For once, I thought the truth would actually serve me better here than anything I could make up.

�Oh, so I guess you saw it, then,� I said evenly.

�Yeah.� You looked cute.�

Cute?� Things were getting worse by the second.

�Well, it was on my bed from yesterday,� I said sheepishly, realizing how much information that statement necessarily conveyed.�

At least it wasn�t bikini bottoms, I thought, grasping desperately in my mind for any silver lining.�

�Ah.�

�Somehow it got, uh, tangled up,� I continued.�

Mom didn�t say anything.

�While I was sleeping,� I said.

�Mm hmm.�

�Julie wasn�t here last night,� I added after a pause.

�I know,� my mom said, never looking at me.

She did?� When it seemed like Melissa wasn�t going to say anything else, I went about getting breakfast together.� I suddenly had the horrid vision of my mom gathering Beth and Sarah from the porch and bringing them into my room when I was sleeping, to look at the �cute� situation.� I cringed, wondering if the rest of my life was going to be a series of red-faced events.

It felt like everyone in the house was looking at me differently, that day.� It was probably just my imagination.� I was nervous about having to tell Julie about the events of last night.� I also was feeling bad about how I had made her go out through the window.�

Julie showed up as Lara and I were helping our parents make lunch.� She came into the kitchen through the porch.� I mustered up some courage, and gave her a quick, but firm, kiss.�

She was clearly a bit startled, and looked at me questioningly.� I expected her to be surprised, considering my parents were right there, watching.� Just the day before, she had been escaping through my window.� I didn�t offer any explanation, though.�

�How�s your arm?� I asked, determined to show some responsibility.

�Um, fine.� It�s just a little red today.�� She lifted her arm and showed me.� The scrape was starting to heal up already.

�I�m glad it wasn�t worse,� I said earnestly.� �Want to help with lunch?�

�Sure!�

A couple of times I gave Julie a modest kiss while getting lunch together, and she would give me a quizzical look.� I just smiled back innocently.�

After eating, Julie and I went out to swim.� Lara sensed our need to talk, and told us she was going to read for a while and come out later.

�So what was that all about?� asked Julie, as we settled into the water.� The waves were low, so we just floated out to where it got deep.

�What was what all about?�

�You kissed me in front of your parents, and you were acting all different around them,� Julie said, pointing out the obvious.

�Oh, that.� Well, it turns out I had a talk with them last night.�

�And you told them that we are together?�

�Not quite, they already knew that.� We talked about how you were in my room before dinner.�

�You told them that?� she asked again, a bit incredulous.

�No, I didn�t tell them that either.� They already knew that, too.�

�What?� How?�

�They saw you jump out the window,� I said, unable to conceal my grin.� Despite feeling shameful about it last night, it was a little funny now that it was out in the open.

Julie stared at me for a full five seconds with her mouth hanging open.

�Oh, my, god!� I am so embarrassed!� she said, putting her face in her hands.

�Don�t be.� Everything�s cool,� I said soothingly.

�Are you in trouble?�

�No, no.� They were cool about it.� I think their main point was that if we need to be sneaking around, then we aren�t ready for whatever we were hiding.�

�Well, I did offer to walk out with you,� she said defensively.

�I know.� And I�m sorry we didn�t.� I shouldn�t have let you jump out the window and get hurt.�

�It doesn�t really hurt anymore,� she said, examining the scrape absently.

�Still, that wasn�t cool.� I�m sorry.� I thought at the time walking out with you would have been embarrassing,� I said honestly.� �I don�t know why.�

�I�m guessing last night�s talk was probably more embarrassing,� Julie said.

�Yeah, I guess.� But at the time, I didn�t know you were going to be seen, so...�

�So you took the risk,� she finished.

�Exactly,� I said.� �And you got hurt.� I�m really sorry.�

�Don�t worry about it,� she said, grinning at me.� �Besides, it felt kind of naughty sneaking out your window.� Like Romeo and Juliet.�

�But the other way around?�

�Yeah.�

�Come hither, Juliet,� I said, taking her into my arms for a hug and kiss.�

�Mmm, that feels good,� she said.

�Yeah.� You know, we need to find a place to hang out that�s not my room.� My parents didn�t really say anything about� you know� being alone in my room together; but I don�t know if I feel comfortable just going in there now, whenever we want to spend some time alone.� It�s like announcing to my family, �Hey, we are going to go make out now!� �

�Well, my house is out.� You know how my mom is.�

�Mm.� Do you know any good spots where we can be alone?� Back home there are many trails and streams where you can find some privacy.�

�Really.� How would you know?� she asked archly.

�Um, I don�t know� I was just saying.�

�Just saying, huh?� she said, with a disbelieving tone.�

�Here it�s all beach grass and sand, and private property,� I continued, ignoring her teasing.� �I don�t know�� You know the area better.�

�I know a few spots that would be good,� she said with a grin.

It was my turn to tease her.� �Oh, so you know some spots?� Something you�re not telling me?�� I gave her a grin.�

For a second I thought I saw a strange look on her face.� Maybe fear?� But then she laughed and I wasn�t sure.

�I was just saying,� she imitated, and splashed me with water.� I dived under the surface and grabbed her waist, pulling her under.� We wrestled in the water for a few minutes, laughing and carrying on.

When we finally stopped to catch our breath, we looked at each other for a long moment.� She was smiling, and I watched her radiant face.� I gathered some courage.

�You�re pretty when you smile,� I said.� Jeez, I sounded like a robot when I said it.

�Thanks,� she squeaked.

�I mean, you�re pretty when you don�t smile, too,� I added awkwardly.� �Um��

�I knew what you meant,� she said, with a shy smile.

�So,� I said, now that the ice had been broken, �you want to show me any of these places you mentioned?�

�I will,� she said.

�Like, now?�� My heart sped up a little.

Her eyes flashed.� �Really?� she said excitedly.

�Yeah.��

I took her hand and we waded back to shore.� After we put on our clothes, we went into the house.� I told our parents we were going to bike into town.� Lara looked at Julie, giving her an impish grin.

�Do you want to come too?� I asked Lara, since my mom was right there.� I figured that inviting Lara would make our trip �into town� seem more innocent.

�No, this book is getting good, so I�ll see you later.�

I noticed that Lara was only a few pages into a new novel, and I smiled to myself.� I mouthed a �thank you� to her, as we walked out the door.

�So where are we going?� I asked, as we biked along the road.

�You�ll find out when we get there.�

Soon we turned off the main road, and headed towards the north shore.� Julie led me down a few small roads I had never seen before.� Finally, she stopped by the side of the road, and hopped off her bike.

�Wait here,� she announced, and walked towards a house that sat on the beach.� She went around back and disappeared for a few minutes.� I wondered what was going on, but then I suddenly remembered her mentioning she was housesitting.� Julie popped out from behind the house and waved for me to come over.� I looked around.� Not seeing anyone, I picked up our bikes and walked with them over to where she was standing.

�Is this the house you are sitting for?� I asked.

�Yeah.� My friend Becky and her family went away for a few weeks, and they asked me to check in on their cats.�

I had met Becky last summer, but I didn�t really know her.� I wasn�t quite sure if I would be allowed in her house when no one was home.

�Do you think I should be here, though?� What if someone sees us?� I don�t want you to get in trouble.�

�It�s fine.� They wouldn�t mind.� They won�t be back for a few more days.�

I put the bikes around the back of the house, and followed Julie up the stairs to the deck.� The house had a great setting on a quiet part of the sound.

�Nice view,� I observed, looking out at the water as we climbed.� She looked back at me.

�Matt!� she exclaimed, with mock horror, and then giggled.�

Then I realized what she thought I meant.�

�Um, I was talking about the water.�

�Yeah, right.�

�But, now that you mention it���

Julie looked at me wide-eyed for a second, and then laughed and ran up the last few steps.� She opened the back door, and looked at me coyly.� I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should go in.� There really was no harm, since Julie was supposed to be sitting for the cats anyway.� But�

I tried hard to justify entering.� It worked, since I ended up going inside.

Julie shut the door behind us.� A couple of cats looked at me for a second before slinking away.� The house was fastidiously kept; everything looked like it was new.

I turned to Julie.� �Now what?� I said, feeling a little out of place in a strange house.� I figured maybe she had an idea of what to do.

�What do you want to do?� she asked with a slight smile.

�I don�t know.� Everything looks like a furniture store.� I�m afraid to walk anywhere.�

�I know, right?� Becky�s parents are obsessive housekeepers.� Let�s sit on the couch.�

She led the way into the living room, and sat down on the sofa that faced the large picture window.

There was an awkward pause as I sat down and looked around.

�Nice view,� I repeated, pointing to the window this time.

�You already said that.�

�I wasn�t actually talking about the water last time.�

I turned to her, and leaned in closer.� I kissed her lips gently and felt her body relax into the couch.� After a long moment, I released the kiss and looked into her eyes.

�Are you sure we�re allowed to be here?� I asked softly.

�Yes.�

I kissed her again, with more heat this time.� Julie embraced my neck with her arms, and pulled me tightly against her.� We explored each other�s mouths with our tongues, while I gently caressed her body.� I moved down from her mouth, and kissed her gently on the side of the neck.� She turned her head, opening herself to me.� I responded by running a line of kisses up to her ear and then down her neck, as she let out a slight moan.

I kept kissing down the middle of her upper chest, somewhat tentatively.� Her skin was incredibly smooth!� She gripped my head with her hands as I kissed her.� I wasn�t sure what to do next, so I worked my way back up and returned to her mouth for another kiss.� Julie pushed on my chest, so I rolled over and she climbed on and straddled me.� She pulled her shirt off in one quick motion.�

I inadvertently laughed out loud when I saw her bikini top and remembered my mishap that morning.

�What�s so funny?� she asked, concern spreading across her face.� She held her shirt up to her chest in modesty.

�I�m sorry.� Not a good time to laugh!� I just thought of something funny, from this morning.�

�What?� she asked, tentatively.

�Remember how you left your top in my room yesterday?�

�Yeah?�

�Well, I stuffed it under my pillow after you left.� This morning, when I woke up, it was wrapped around my neck like a tie.�

�Are you serious?�

�Yeah.� I guess it looked pretty funny.� That�s what my mom said anyway.�

�Your mom saw it?� Julie blurted out.� She turned a little red.

�Yeah, unfortunately she must have come in to get something, and saw me.� God, how embarrassing.�

�Tell me about it!� She knew it was my top!� What did she say?�

�She teased me about it.� Said it was, uh, cute.�

�Cute?�� Julie laughed.� �Your parents like to tease you.�

�Yeah.� I�m used to it, although sometimes I�m not confident enough about the situation to take it all that well... like waking up with a bra around my head.�

Julie let out a giggle.�

�It must have looked pretty funny,� she said.� �What did you think when you saw it?�

�I thought it was a joke that you and Lara were playing on me.� Then I remembered where I left it, and figured it had gotten loose in the night,� I said, staring off for a second, and then clearing my head.� �So yeah, that�s what I was laughing about.� Where were we?�

Julie tossed her shirt aside, confident again, and she pulled at mine.� I helped her take it off, and then she pressed herself against me.� We started kissing slowly again, rebuilding the passion that had somewhat evaporated with my ill-timed laugh.

The conversation about that morning�s event, reminded me of what my parents had said about responsibility.� I didn�t think Julie and I were about to have sex on her friend�s couch.� I certainly was not prepared for that, if she was really thinking that�s where we were going.� I made a promise to myself to keep things under control, no matter how hot Julie and I got.�

Responsibility didn�t preclude some fun, though.� So with that thought in mind, I returned my attention to Julie, who was now slowly moving her body up and down along mine.�

I pushed Julie up from me.� She sat up, straddling my legs, looking at me with desire in her eyes.� I pulled the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulders, letting them fall around her arms.� She pulled her arms fluidly through them.� I reached around and undid the back clasp of her top.�

Julie shyly held the cups over her breasts for a second.� I watched as she slowly lowered her hands and revealed her breasts to me.� I looked at them for a long time, not wanting to rush the moment.�

I reached up and cupped them.� They were firmer than I had thought they would be.� I had only felt one other girl�s breasts before, but I was drunk at the time, and the whole thing was rushed and kind of hazy.�

Feeling Julie�s breasts was divine.� I slowly massaged them, taking in every detail with my fingers.

Not quite sure what to do next, I pulled her down to me, and gently kissed her neck, working my way down her chest.� When she didn�t resist, I took one of her hard nipples into my mouth, gently probed it with my tongue, and then sucked on it.� Julie responded by pressing herself against me.� I gave her other breast some attention as well.� Her nipples seemed to be quite sensitive, and after some time Julie�s breathing had gotten more intense, which I was pleased about.�

I rolled her over onto her back, and we kissed energetically.� I was trying to keep some of my weight off of her, but she reached around me and pulled me down onto her, opening her legs to me.� My erection was firmly pressed against her mound; only a few thin pieces of fabric separated us.� We kissed and ground against each other for what seemed like both a minute, and an hour.�

Julie�s breathing got more and more uneven.� Then she stopped kissing me and moaned into my neck as we vigorously humped through our clothes.� I was feeling more aroused than I ever had.� It was taking a significant effort to not go over the edge.� The feeling of her tensing, quivering body beneath me was incredible.�

Still, a small part of me wondered what I was getting into.� I felt like I was going along for a ride, and I wasn�t sure if I would be able to get off.� If Julie had asked me to go all the way right then, I wasn�t sure if I would have been able to resist.

Julie started to slow down.� I could feel her body loosen up, and she opened her eyes to look at me.� We looked at each other for a long moment, breathing heavily.� Her face was flushed, and a sheen of sweat covered her chest.�

�I liked that,� she whispered.

�Me too,� I replied.

She nudged me, so I sat up on the couch.� She reached over and felt my erection through my bathing suit.� A jolt of pleasure shot through my lower body.� Julie tugged at the hem of my suit and started pulling it off.�

I must have tensed up, because Julie stopped and looked at me.� I realized I was holding my breath.

�What�s wrong?� she asked.

�Um, nothing.� I just don�t...� You know, I�ve never done this,� I admitted.

�Just relax.�� She leaned in and kissed me softly.�

That eased the tension a little bit.�

At least she seems to know what to do, I thought.�

She sat up again, and pulled down my bathing suit with one quick motion, freeing my aching erection.� I saw a small smile cross her face, as she reached for it and gently began to stroke it.�

Shots of pleasure spread through my body as Julie slowly worked her hand up and down.� Her stroke was just slow enough to keep me from going over the edge.� The feeling was both exquisite and excruciating.� Part of me wanted her to never stop, and part of me wanted to grab it myself and make it explode.�

She started speeding up, and I knew it wouldn�t be long.� I closed my eyes and hissed at the pleasure she was giving me.�

�What?� she said gently.

�That feels great.�

She increased her intensity, and I reached the point of no return.� I opened my eyes, and Julie looked on raptly as the first jet shot out.� It arced about two feet up in the air and landed on my chest.� Julie let out a gasp of surprise.� Another series of smaller jets followed, shooting out across my stomach.� Julie kept stroking, but soon the feelings turned hypersensitive.� I reached down and stayed her arm.� I took some deep breaths, as I continued to pulse in her hand.� Julie let go and curled up next to me.

�That was incredible,� I said.

�Mmm, it was,� she murmured.

I sat on the couch for about five minutes, reliving the experience.� Julie was resting her head against my shoulder with her eyes closed.

�I guess we should clean up and get home before we�re missed,� I said.

I was starting to feel uncomfortable in the strange house, again.� Despite the fact that Becky�s family wouldn�t be back for a few days, I still felt like they could come in at any moment.

Julie grabbed some tissues, and I gingerly wiped up the mess I�d made.� After making sure everything was back to normal, we locked up and biked back to my house, smiling the whole way.

The next few days Julie and I hung out with Lara and James pretty much all day.� Somehow, it seemed that whenever Julie and I wanted to slip away, there was not enough time to go anywhere, or my parents found some excuse to not let me leave the house.� The best we could manage was sneaking a few moments here or there in my room or in the bathroom.� The kissing was wonderful, but after two days of it, both of us had built up some definite sexual energy between us.�

That evening my aunt and mothers announced at dinner that they were going out to see a movie.� Julie and I looked at each other with the same thought, but we were a bit disappointed when Hans announced he wasn�t going, after hearing the film they planned on seeing.� I thought about suggesting they see something more down Hans�s alley, but my motives would have been instantly recognized, at least by the females.

Still, it wasn�t a bad deal.� Hans was rather free-spirited in his approach to �watching the kids,� which basically meant we were free to do whatever we wanted as long as the women didn�t find out about any bent rules.

After dinner, Beth and my parents headed out.� Hans retreated to the couch to read.

�Hans, we�re going to walk on the beach,� said Lara.

�Fine.� Just be back before your mothers come back,� he said with a wink.

�Which is when?� Lara asked.

�I don�t know.� Eleven or twelve, to be safe.�

We went out through the porch, collecting Julie and James who were waiting there for us.� Once on the beach, I had expected that we would split up as couples, but Lara announced we were going towards the pier.� She was carrying her beach bag, and I presumed she had gotten more whiskey.

The four of us seemed eager to use our time wisely that evening.� We didn�t bother going all the way to the pier, and instead set up a little way down the beach where there weren�t any houses immediately around.� Lara pulled out a bottle of tequila, a surprise that James had managed to acquire.� We passed the bottle around several times.� I wondered if everyone had the same idea in mind, since we all drank quickly and quietly.�

Sure enough, after ten minutes and half the bottle gone, James stood up and announced he was going for a walk.� Lara immediately got up, too.� Without much more fanfare, they walked off down the beach, taking a blanket with them.�

I laughed silently, wondering when James would become less formal about splitting up.� They seemed to have a destination as they grew smaller.� I made a note to ask Lara about her private spots.

I took another swig of the tequila, and Julie did as well.� The pier was dark and a possibility for a place to go, but still exposed.� I wanted somewhere where we wouldn�t have to look over our shoulders every minute.� My room was out of the question; Hans probably didn�t care what we did, but I didn�t think it appropriate to be with Julie in my room when he was just out in the living room.

Julie was looking at me with a smile.� I snapped out of my thoughts.

�What were you thinking?� she asked me.� I could tell by her voice she was feeling the alcohol.� I duly noted that I was too.

�Uh, I was wondering what to do.� Where to go��

�So where�s that?�

�I don�t know.� Everywhere is so out in the open.�

Julie took a few more sips of tequila.� �I have an idea,� she whispered conspiratorially, her eyes glinting in the faint light.

�What?� I asked.�

She leaned in and kissed me deeply, with no restraint.� A pang of arousal shot through me.�

�Here?� I said, after we pulled apart.� I looked around.� �People walk the beach at night.�

�No.� I was thinking we could go to Becky�s,� she whispered, as if the imaginary beach walkers were near.

�What?� Aren�t they home by now?�� For some reason I was whispering too.

�No.� They get in tomorrow night.�

�How are we going to get there?� I asked, wondering if I could ride a bike.

She seemed to be wondering the same thing.� �We can bike.�

�You really think you can bike?� I asked doubtfully.

She shrugged and grinned.� �Maybe.�

I thought for a second.� It wasn�t that far, and it was mostly back roads.� And back roads in Montauk are really back roads.�

Julie looked at me expectantly.� I threw caution to the wind when I saw the desire in her eyes.� The lure of her full lips and soft flesh was completely overwhelming.

�All right, let�s go.�

We walked back to the house, and I pulled the bikes quietly out of the garage.� I shouldered the beach bag with the tequila.� We decided to walk the bikes along the main road, to be safe.� Despite the hour, there were some cars, and veering into the lane at the wrong time would not be fun.�

I was feeling slightly unsteady as we walked, but I thought I could bike.� I wasn�t so sure about Julie.� When we finally got to the smaller road that led towards Becky�s house, I hopped on my bike and pushed off slowly.� If I paid attention, I found I could ride steadily.

Julie tried to get on her bike, but she was having trouble.� She managed to fall on her butt and she started laughing.� I pedaled back to her.

�Okay, not such a good idea!� I said, chuckling, and offering her a hand.

�No, I just can�t get on the bike!� The seat is too high.� You grabbed the wrong one, Matt.��

I looked, and indeed, I had grabbed the bike James had set for his tall frame.� I tried twisting the seat, but it was locked tight.

�Mine�s just as tall,� I said.

�I think I�ll be all right once we�re going,� she said.� �Here, hold the bike.��

I held it steady, and she got on and pedaled off.� She seemed relatively stable, so I got back on my bike and rode after her.�

A few times we almost crashed into each other as we rode side by side, but we got to Becky�s house with much laughter, and without serious incident.�

The house was dark, except for an outdoor light by the front door.� We pedaled down the drive, set the bikes against the back deck posts, and went up onto the deck.� Even though she was quiet, I could sense Julie�s excitement as she opened the door to the dark house.

As soon as we were in, she closed the door, and pulled me towards the couch.� She pushed me down and climbed on top of me.� Julie was very heated.� She grabbed my head and kissed me hard.� Her tongue snaked into my mouth and we kissed passionately for a long time, building up intensity.�

Without ceremony, Julie sat up and pulled her shirt off, and then pulled her bathing suit top off as I removed my shirt.� Clearly, she wanted to move to more intense activities.� I could hear a slight warning voice growing in my head.� It sounded a little like my mom, and it was saying something about responsibility�

She pressed her chest against mine and rubbed her smooth body over me.� I moved my hands across her, feeling her silky skin and the hard curve of her waist.� Julie climbed off me, and stood up.� She slowly removed her shorts, peeling them down her legs.� I watched intently as she bent over to pull her legs out of them.� Her breasts swayed seductively in front of me.�

When she had put her shorts aside, she sat down beside me.� Her hand reached down for my erection, which was tenting my bathing suit.� Julie caressed it lightly through the fabric.� Then she reached her hand under the elastic and gripped the shaft.� I lifted myself off the couch and pulled my suit down to my knees.� Julie hungrily looked at my throbbing erection.� She stroked it for a few moments, before swinging her leg over me and settling herself down on my lap.�

I could feel the heat from her sex through the fabric of her bathing suit bottom, as she pressed herself against me.�

Waves of pleasure spread through my body as we felt each other�s bodies.� Julie�s breathing became heavier, and she pressed herself as hard as she could against me, slowly moving her hips back and forth.� I reached around and rubbed my hands over her butt, and then put my hands under her suit, feeling the fleshy mounds.�

Eventually, Julie�s rubbing was starting to push me towards climax, so I pushed her off, and onto her back.� I kissed her breasts and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it, exploring the bumpy texture and supple hardness.� Julie moved slowly beneath me, breathing heavily.� I licked around the nipple, and gently pulled on it with my lips as Julie clutched my head against her chest.�

I sat up and looked at her in the dim light.� She looked back at me with big eyes and a heaving chest.

�What?� she asked softly.

�You look beautiful,� I blurted out.�

A smile spread across her face.� �Thanks, Matt.�

I lowered myself onto her, burying my head in her neck.� She opened her legs to me and I again felt her warmth against my penis.� I slowly slid my erection across the fabric of her bathing suit.� Julie dug her nails into my butt, trying to get as much pressure against her as possible.� I slowly increased the pace, as I continued to kiss her neck.�

Julie arched her back and moaned out as I quickened my movements.� I was vaguely conscious of trying to keep the pristine couch clean, so as I felt my climax approaching, I paused and let the impending orgasm recede.�

�Did you � you know?� asked Julie through heavy breaths, as I lay on her.

�No.� I was close though.�

�Do you have any condoms?�

�No.� I said, simply.� I wished that I had though.

�Do you want me to do what I did the other day?� she asked.

�Sure,� I replied.� I was glad she didn�t ask if I wanted to try without the protection, because my answer probably would have been the same.�

I sat up on the couch, and Julie kneeled next to me.� She reached out and gave my penis a few long slow strokes, watching me with a smile.� She started pumping it faster, and I leaned back and closed my eyes.� I knew I wouldn�t last long.

Suddenly Julie straddled me and started rubbing me with her clothed mound again.� That was enough to push me over the edge.� I let out a groan as I felt spurt after spurt shoot out onto my stomach.� Julie continued to grind herself against me, never stopping.

�Oh, god,� I said through clenched teeth, as the feelings became almost agonizing.

Julie slowed after a few moments, and I slumped into the cushions.

�Oops,� said Julie with a grin.

I looked down, and could see a shiny pool of cum on my stomach.� Some had dribbled off and down onto the couch.

�Oh, shit!� We better clean that up,� I said.�

Julie hopped up and went to the kitchen to get a paper towel.� I sat stiffly on the couch, trying to keep the rest balanced on my stomach.� Julie wiped me off, first.� Then, I moved aside, so she could clean the spot on the couch.� I turned on a small light.� Luckily, the couch was patterned and the stain wasn�t noticeable once she had rubbed it in.�

�You�re still hard,� said Julie, eyeing my penis.

�Yeah.� I guess so.�

She leaned in and whispered into my ear.� �I want you.�

�But I don�t have any condoms,� I said, still deeply disappointed at that fact, despite my orgasm.

�What if you just put it in for a few seconds?� she said with barely concealed excitement.

�I don�t know�� Is that dangerous?�

�I don�t think so.� As long as you don�t, you know, shoot in there.�

I considered for a moment.� It seemed reasonable, and I was certainly still horny enough to want to do it.� Vague thoughts of �Don�t rush things� echoed through my head, but I let them float away again without worrying about them.

�All right, but just a few seconds though,� I warned, holding Julie�s eyes with mine.

Julie jumped up off the couch, and started to pull at her bathing suit.� I watched closely, but she stopped.

�Turn off the light,� she said coyly.

�Why?� I said.� I was enjoying the view.

�I don�t know�� I�m a little shy,� she said.

I chuckled at the irony, but I turned the light off anyway.

She quickly pulled her bathing suit off and crawled onto me.� I couldn�t see anything since my eyes hadn�t adjusted to the low lighting yet, but I felt Julie�s hair brushing against my middle as she rubbed herself on me.�

She reached down and held my penis in her hand as she positioned herself.� She paused for a second, slowly moving the tip across the folds of skin around her entrance.� I shuddered in delight as she lowered herself slowly.� She let out a hiss as the head slowly forged its way deeper into her.� I wondered if she was in pain, since I had heard that the first time for girls was usually painful.� But she didn�t stop, so I figured she was hissing in pleasure.

Julie descended all the way until I was buried in her.� The feeling was exquisite; I could feel her vagina pulsing around me.� I flexed my penis a few times, which got a gasp out of Julie.� She stayed impaled on me for a few moments, and then started moving up and down slowly.�

�Oh!� My god!� she said, supporting herself on my chest with trembling arms.

I could hear our wetness smacking as she moved and I went in and out of her.� I started moving my hips up to meet her as she came down onto me, and soon I was pumping into her with a good rhythm.� Julie started moaning heavily.

Suddenly I remembered I didn�t have a condom on.�

�Hey, we have to stop!� I gasped, pulling down into the couch.�

Julie ignored me and continued riding me.� I started feeling the signs of a second orgasm, so I grasped her hips and pushed her up enough to slide out.

�No, that feels so good!� Don�t stop!� she cried out, still bucking her hips and trying to catch my penis again.

�We can�t!� I don�t have a condom on!�

�I know, I know...� she moaned lustily.� �It just feels so good.�� She continued rubbing herself on me, and leaned down to kiss me hard.� She was working herself up again, and her kissing trailed off into heavy breathing and moaning.� She reached down between us and grasped me.� I felt myself slide inside of her warm opening again, and she immediately sat up and started bouncing up and down on me.� She started letting out a series of ascending �Oh�s!��

I was hard pressed to protest, but I didn�t want to get her pregnant.� The warning voice became a scream in my head�

�Julie, stop, stop, I�m about to...!� I said a bit frantically.� She moved up and down a few more times, and then quickly raised herself off of me.� My penis slapped against my tummy with a wet splat.� She went back to rubbing herself against me, very much in the grasp of pleasure.

A change in the light caught my eye.� I saw some strange illumination on the trees out past the deck.

�What�s that?� I asked, as the light dimmed and then grew stronger again.�

Julie was lost in her own world, kissing my neck.� She had slipped my penis inside of her again.� I watched as the beam focused and brightened.� I pushed Julie up off my chest.�

�Someone�s coming,� I said quietly.�

Julie opened her eyes, and looked at me in a daze.

�Look outside!� I said urgently, pointing out the picture window.�

Julie turned to look.� For a moment we looked silently at the light, and then heard the sound of a car engine fade in.�

�Oh, shit!� she said, jumping up and running to the kitchen window.

�I thought you said they were coming back tomorrow night!� I said, feeling frozen for a moment.� �Is it them?��

�They�re not supposed to be home tonight!� she cried.

I stood up unsteadily and started looking for my clothes.� I stuffed her bathing suit top and bottom into the beach bag, and capped the tequila and threw it in the sack as well.� My mind raced as I tried to remember everything we had brought in with us.� Fortunately, it wasn�t much.

Julie was leaning over and still looking out the window.� The car was definitely coming down the driveway, from the sound of it.

�Oh, shit,� she repeated.� Julie ran back to the couch and I tossed her shorts and shirt to her.�

�Where�s my suit?� she asked, fumbling with the hem of her shorts.�

�No time for that,� I said.� �I have it in the bag.�

We groped awkwardly at our clothes through the fog of the tequila and the darkness of the room.� I heard the garage door opening downstairs.

�What are we going to do?� I said.

�I don�t know, but we can�t be here,� she said.� �They�ll probably come into the house through the garage, so we�ll just have to go out the back as they�re coming up.�

I remembered the bikes.� Luckily they were out of sight, as long as Becky�s family stayed in the garage.� Panic was setting in, as the shoes were not going on fast enough.� The light on the trees disappeared as the car turned into the garage.

�Come on,� I whispered.� We looked around one last time, carefully opened the back door and slipped out.� Julie locked the door behind us.� If Becky�s parents decided to come into the house through the deck, we were trapped.� We slowly walked to the stairs, looking for any sign of someone coming to the back of the house.�

We could hear Becky and her dad talking in the garage.� For a second, the voices got louder and Julie and I crouched back onto the deck.� But then the garage door motor turned on again, and their voices retreated behind the closing door.�

Julie and I started down the stairs, which creaked loudly a few times.� When we reached the bottom, lights in the kitchen and on the deck came on like prison searchlights.� I looked up and saw Becky�s Mom through the kitchen window, dropping something onto the counter.� We were in plain view.� Fortunately, she was not looking out the window or she would have easily seen us.�

We hurriedly grabbed the bikes, and then quietly walked them around the edge of the house, trying to stay out of the glow of the upstairs windows.� We stopped at the corner of the house by the garage door, catching our breath.� I couldn�t think straight from the liquor.� We still had to deal with the light from the front porch.� It lit up the driveway enough that if anyone looked out the front of the house, they would see us.�

A noise made us jump.� We realized someone was in the garage unpacking the car.�

There wasn�t any reason for them to open the garage door, but if they did, we would have been standing right there.�

When I heard talking, I knew we had to go immediately, while they were in the garage.�

Riding the bikes was out of the question, since even walking was a challenge at this point.� We walked as quickly as we could up the driveway.� Neither of us dared look back to see if we had been seen.� When we got to the road, we continued our quick pace, feeling like Becky and her family were just a few feet behind us.� Finally, we were out of sight of the house.� After putting a few hundred feet between us and the driveway, we collapsed onto our backs on the grass by the road.

�Holy shit,� I said, breathing hard.�

�I swear they said they were coming back tomorrow night,� Julie said, her voice unsteady.

�They must have changed plans.�

We stayed on the grass in silence for a few minutes.� Finally, I started laughing.

�What�s so funny?� asked Julie.

�You should have seen the look on your face when you heard their car.�

�Yeah, well you looked pretty freaked out, yourself,� she said, defensively.

I rolled over and looked at her with a smile, and she started laughing herself.

�That was still an amazing night we had, even with the interruption,� I said, after we had calmed ourselves some.

�Yeah.� I wish we could keep going.�

�Me, too.��

I kissed her gently, cupping her face in my hand.� She returned my kiss earnestly.� Our passion from the house was rekindled in a few seconds, and soon we were rolling around on the grass by the side of the road.

�We better cool off.� Someone could drive by,� I said, rolling off of her.

�Yeah, I guess you�re right.�

�It�s almost midnight, too.� We should get back to the house,� I said reluctantly.� I really didn�t want to go, but was a bit scared of what would happen if I didn�t break up the evening right then.

Julie gave me a tender kiss.

�Thanks,� she said.

�For what?�

�For tonight.� For everything.�

I didn�t really know what she was talking about, but I smiled back at her anyway.

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