Shortly after I first saw Julie naked—she had lost a bet to me and had to perform a striptease at a club on amateur night—we began sharing a bed, always in pajamas. Every morning I’d lovingly brush her hair, like a smitten schoolboy crushing hard on the girl next door. I had long fantasized about making love to her or us being intimate with each other, but that remained just a dream. I couldn’t hide my arousal when she slept in my arms, and I even unintentionally creamed my shorts more than once because of it.
There had been sexual tension between us from our first meeting, which we both indulged with flirtations, but always the line was drawn as to how far things would go.
“Never without my permission,” Leeloo had told Korben Dallas when he tried to kiss her in the movie The Fifth Element. This was my inspiration for calling Julie the pet name Leeloo.
Julie had only ever called me “Guido” or a “silly boy,” names I took as endearing. I loved every moment of her teasing and toying with me. It was a playful intimacy of youth and innocence, and it tested and strengthened us both. Her irresistible charms and feminine wiles always seemed to best me.
“I am leaving tomorrow for a week with my family before returning to college. I have come to say goodbye, Guido.”
I fought back tears and said nothing, knowing my sadness would be heard in my voice, and we’d both start crying. I could not even look at Julie, afraid it would break me.
“I’ve played a naughty girl and called you a silly boy. I have tested you with a lot of flirtation. You’ve proven that I can trust you and that you’ve always respected my boundaries and wishes. We both know how much you have always wanted me, and I confess, I have always wanted you also. You win, Guido. My goodbye gift to you is me. I’m yours to do with tonight as you wish. I want to spend every last moment before I leave with you.”
I had never seen Julie so vulnerable. She fidgeted nervously, afraid to say what was on her mind, and then she looked sincerely into my eyes and made a second confession.
“I’m a virgin. I’ve spent this summer planning and hoping to end it with you making love to me.” She looked at me with hunger in her eyes, awaiting my reaction, having put all her cards on the table.
At this moment, it was as if our minds shared the same thoughts; I heard her voice in my head.
Are we going to fuck each other already tonight?
I love and hate how helplessly attracted to you I am.
I’m terrified of you because I know how easily you could break my heart.
“Yes, I desperately want to make love to you.” Neither of us could believe what I said next: “But I won’t.”
“I promise I won’t call you Silly Boy anymore…” Julie said tenderly, pressing herself softly close to me.
“You don’t need me to do this to become a woman. You are already an amazing, beautiful woman who will forever be in my heart.” I scooped her up in my arms. “As you said, you’re mine to do as I wish with for tonight.” I then tossed her over my shoulder and playfully gave her ass a spank. “I’m going to have fun with you tonight. What are your feelings about giving blow jobs?” I mentioned it to her as I carried her to my bedroom.
Asking her for a blow job had been a recurring joke.
“No!” she exclaimed, as she always did when I brought up the idea, then blushed and began to laugh.
When she had decided to offer herself to me, she resolved to do whatever my heart desired. She had gone through the list of possibilities. Yes, she would give me head and even swallow my cum. Cum, which she had had me swallow. Yes, she would make love and fuck me as many times as I wished. Yes, she would take it in the ass if that was as I desired.
She had come to see me immediately after her last shift at work, still dressed in the outdated uniform.
“Take off that awful dress. Wait, let me do that for you,” I winked. Slowly, I stripped her naked, enjoying the task. She reciprocated by unburdening me of my clothes.
The naked Julie crawled onto the bed. She wiggled on the bed naked with anticipation.
I repositioned her. Bending her over the bed, I leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck. I caressed and stroked her gorgeous back, taking in the subtle curves with my hands and eyes.
Next, I flipped her over. I took an ankle in each hand and spread open her legs. Her eyes locked on mine as I hungrily took in the feast before me. Fully erect, I ached to plow into her, with my eyes looking as deeply into her eyes as I was inside her. I fought off my lust. Instead, I tenderly kissed her ankles, then inner thighs. I wrapped her legs around me, then rested my head lovingly on her stomach. A perfect pillow.
Julie clutched my head, her fingers threaded through my hair, hugging me closer with her legs and arms.
I was awakened by a motion. Julie was under me, grinding herself against my chest, to the rhythm of her whispering, “Fuck me, fuck me.” Her vaginal lips, like a suction cup, nursed on my heart’s pounding.
Naively, I’d never dreamt Julie had been fantasizing through sleepless nights about me as I had her.
I moaned with pleasure, and this broke Julie’s control. An orgasm raged through her body, making her spasm and try to crush me to death in her grip. Greedily, I feasted on her breasts, attempting to suck nourishment from the luscious mounds.
“I’ve no milk for you, but you’re welcome to lick out my honeypot,” she purred sweetly.
I then revealed to her my intentions for the evening. I had had months of fantasies about how I’d spend this night with her. I was most definitely going to make love to her, but not in a way that would deflower her. I wanted to paint her, minus the paint and canvas, with soft sable brushes used to touch her, and sensually tickle, tease, and taunt her senses. I would celebrate her beauty and her vulnerable willingness to surrender her virgin innocence and purity. A sacred trust bonded us as Julie lay naked, allowing my brushes to caress her breasts and draw on her shape, gentle strokes, coaxing every nerve awake.
I flirted with her alert clit using a fan brush, testing its capacity for pleasuring anyone who played with it. Then, taking a feather in hand, I played with the joy buzzer with the seriousness of someone losing themselves to having fun with a favorite toy or dear friend.
I wanted my parting gift to her to be taking her to that paradoxical orgasmic state of both agony and ecstasy, where Nature has you in her storm, unleashing her fury and wild passion. You will be shown no mercy and surrender all control; all you can do is endure. The veneer of resistance breaks, the shell of self-preservation cracks, and the wall of denial crumbles. Magma-hot blood flowing, burning away who you were, leaving behind you anew. Alive and dying, desolation gripping, trembling like a leaf detached from its tree, swept away in a current. First wind, then a river. Fighting spasms for breath, face and chest painted flush, shimmering with sweat, all over wet.
Julie became the personification of the goddess Juventas. Her cup was an overflowing fountain of ambrosia. Her cup bore nectar for the gods. I wanted to drink from her this alchemy of mystery. Kiss up the elixir of her ecstasy. I made a Freudian slip and called her Juicy instead of Julie as I wet my lips with the sweat between her breasts like a wine-thirsty Bacchus.
We spooned for hours, Julie confessing in French, telling me secrets and her life’s dreams and plans. At least that is what I choose to believe she was saying. I had no idea what she was really talking about, but I loved every word. It was a welcome distraction from the looming reality that we soon would no longer be in each other’s lives.
“You’re talking about how you always wanted to say yes to giving me a blow job, aren’t you?” I said.
She replied by calling me silly, no longer adding the boy part.
She was correct. I was silly. Sure, a blowjob would be great, but the request was always made with the hope Julie would offer me a kiss instead. It was something my ego wouldn’t let me ask for, afraid it would be an admission of weakness and then I’d be unworthy of such a token of affection.
I could not sleep, unwilling to abandon a moment I had left with her. Instead, I pretended to be asleep, holding Julie as she slept in my arms and affectionately stroking her hair. Hours passed in this intimate embrace, with me fantasizing about her lips, wanting to steal a kiss as she slept, then ebbing that hungry tide.
I had kissed her cheek, her head, neck, and shoulders. Kissing her naked back was a favorite pleasure of mine. I had also kissed her hands and feet. She once jokingly told me to kiss her ass. I bent her over and kissed both of those cheeks, too, even making threats to lick her butthole.
We, however, had never once shared a true kiss where her mouth met mine. I resolved to wait, hoping to hear her say, “Kiss me.” I needed it not just to be my want but hers as well. I’d wait until the very last moment we had together, and if she didn’t say those words, I planned to steal a kiss from her before letting her go.
In the stillest hour, Julie stirred and whispered, “Are you asleep?”
I focused on breathing, hoping she couldn’t tell I was faking sleep. Then I felt Julie’s hand rest on my flaccid penis. It awoke to her touch, and I could feel her radiate with a smile. Then she did what I had so oft wished to do to her; she stole a kiss from me. I moaned with pleasure as if I were dreaming of the kiss. Then she kissed me more deeply, her warm breath and tongue mingling with mine.
The kisses made me want to succumb to the passion and make love to Julie, taking the virginity she had offered up. I had been fighting this urge all night; her kisses had quickly aroused me fully erect. It was an erection the likes of which I’d never before, or since, achieved. After months of flirting and fantasizing, it had worked its magic on me, culminating in this intimate moment.
I could pretend to sleep no more. “I’m going to explode with cum if you kiss me again.”
Without hesitation, Julie pressed her lips to mine. The moment our lips touched, all my breath was gone. I felt all my muscles clench firm, my heart delivering warm pulsing sensations throughout my entire body; it was my turn to surrender. I came, a series of quick bursts, her hand feeling me throb out the orgasm her kisses had brought me to.
Julie gleefully fingerpainted the cum all over my stomach and chest. Her laughter poured deliciously into my ears. “If I glue myself to you, perhaps I won’t be able to leave in the morning,” she said, glowing, her hair adorably dishevelled, looking happier and more beautiful than I had ever seen her as she bedded herself on top of me—the warm sticky mess between us.
Morning arrived too quickly. We showered and breakfasted together, and then I helped her to her train. There were no words left to say, so we held hands one last time and then let go.
