Julie's Story

Julie stepped in from the harsh winds of the New York winter. “Baby, I’m—baby?” she announced into pure darkness. Normally, the apartment was lit, if not by lights by candles. There were no smells coming from the kitchen alerting her of dinner being prepared. There was no note from her girlfriend, no text message or phone call telling her that she was going out.

Suddenly, a small light illuminated from the bedroom, creating the silhouette of a body she was use to seeing, dressed in clothes that she was not. The shadow moved forward in rugged steps, steps that were completely different than the long, graceful strides she was use to seeing around her residence.

“Carly?” Julie asked, cocking her head to the right slightly.

“Welcome home,” a voice said. It was husky, an imitation voice of a male, with a slightly feminine touch.

“Thanks…Whatcha doing, my love?” Julie asked, flicking on the living room light. Her normally feminine girlfriend was dressed in baggy jeans; a long, blue button-down dress shirt, and a backwards baseball cap. She had doodled on a small, simple goatee and sideburns onto her otherwise makeup-less face.

Carly came up behind her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck gently. She felt Julie’s thin body shiver slightly in her arms.

“How was work?” Carly whispered, sucking on her girlfriend’s earlobe gently.

“Work was…work.”

“I missed you,” Carly mumbled, biting down Julie’s neck slowly, moving over her shoulders slightly, around the nape of her neck, then back up the other side. Her hands, slightly larger than the normal woman’s, fiddled with the button of Julie’s jeans. Her fingertips danced across the top of them, pushing the form-fitting pants down slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Julie asked quietly, clawing at the hand that was now brushing up and down the crotch of her thin-laced underwear. She sighed quietly, almost in a deep, slow exhale, as the rubbing became more intense, grazing the tip of her already sensitive clit.

Carly locked her fingers around the belt-loops of her lover’s pants and pulled them down forcefully, kissing up the back of Julie’s long, slender legs. She felt Julie adjust slightly, pushing backwards absently. Carly smacked her ass playfully before biting it, letting her teeth drag over the flesh. Julie moaned graciously, biting her lip to stifle it slightly.

Carly reached up and snapped the thin strings on her girlfriend’s hips before pulling them down as well. Julie stepped, kicking her stripped clothing to the side as her girlfriend stood. Julie turned and wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her lips closer before kissing her forcefully. The girls pressed their bodies closer to each other, their lips battling each other’s. Julie drug her fingernails down the front of Carly’s body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She reached her hand in casually, her fingers meeting an unsuspected object. Julie looked at her girlfriend confused, who just smiled back seductively, biting Julie’s full, soft lips.

Carly grabbed her lover by her sweater, pulling her towards the bedroom. Forcefully yet gently she pushed her onto the bed. Julie bit her own lip this time, leaning back on her elbows, her legs spread slightly, revealing the morning-shaved labia lips, glazed vaguely with her erotic juices. Julie ran her fingers down them gently, which received a playful glare from the androgynous female in front of her.

“I’ll get the handcuffs if you don’t behave yourself,” Carly warned in her mock-male voice.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Julie apologized, smiling sweetly.

“You better be,” Carly replied smartly. She added a “bitch” for measures. She ran her hand down her stomach then turned around, her back to Julie. She slid her jeans down and kicked them aside, looking over her shoulder, smiling at her girlfriend. Julie eyed her with anticipation, her body wanting nothing more than to reach out and take hold of her, to feel her body pressed close to her, their hearts racing together, their bodies cumming together.

Carly turned on her heels, revealing the hidden object; it was the pale green strap-on that the two girls had purchased months ago, and hidden in the back of the closet for safekeeping. Honestly, the object had slipped Julie’s mind long ago. However, seeing it standing at attention from the harness attached to her girlfriend, made her wish that it had been used long, long ago. Upon its revelation, a wave of heat raced through Julie’s already aroused body. Her clit throbbed with expectation. She watched as Carly stroked the rubber toy, her body moistening as it anticipated what was to come; as it grew eager to experience the pleasure it knew it was about to endure.

“I’m going to show that pussy of yours how much I missed you,” Carly said. She didn’t say it angrily, like a horny man. She said it in the sexiest voice she could muster up, the voice that she knew drove Julie crazy. It was a voice of command, of sexual power.

Julie moaned quietly. “Mmm…Baby, please do.”

Carly drug her nails up Julie’s flat stomach, pushing the winter sweater up. “Take it off,” Carly demanded as she kissed back and forth across the quivering stomach of her soul mate. Julie obliged, pulling her shirt off quickly and tossing it on the floor. Carly bit her stomach lightly, causing Julie to laugh slightly. “And the bra,” she stated, licking around Julie’s belly button slowly, biting just below it. Julie’s shaking hands fumbled behind her back as she struggled nervously to unsnap her bra, removing it hastily once she figured out the cantankerous clasps.
Carly looked up at her and smiled. “You look good naked,” she complimented, kissing Julie quickly. “You should be like this more often.” Julie laughed gently and wrapped her arms around Carly’s neck, laying flat on the bed, pulling her girlfriend down with her, kissing her passionately. Carly returned her kiss for a few second before pulling away, looking at her sternly. “Control yourself,” she whispered, before sucking the bottom lip of the mouth she loved kissing more than anything.

Carly kissed down Julie’s neck, her lips barely touching the sensitive skin. Julie’s entire left side went numb as it often did when her neck was tampered with. She had always said it was directly connected to her lower area, which Carly knew. Looking up at her seductively, Carly’s tongue slowly traced around each of Julie’s semi-hard nipples. Julie inhaled sharply then exhaled deeply as Carly’s wet mouth wrapped around the innocently pink nipples. She sucked hard, like a child nursing, on the most sensitive part of the breast. She bit occasionally, the flesh dragging across her teeth as it fell out of her mouth, and then she returned to the suckling. Julie’s deep breaths hastened and turned into casual moans.

Julie’s hips levitated, as if being pulled on by some minstrel’s strings. Carly could feel the heated passion radiating against her pelvis. Her lips traveled down Julie’s long torso, the stomach pulling away from the tender caresses. Carly could feel herself dampening as she neared the most sacred area of her girlfriend, the zone in which she’d ventured countless number of times and yet, never grew tired of. She was oddly addicted to the way it tasted, a flavor specific and beautiful as the person that harvested it.

As if it knew what was about to happen, Julie’s legs spread generously, her smooth lips separating slightly, revealing the swollen bundle of nerves housed behind them. Carly wiggled her tongue against it quickly, causing a shallow groan to escape from Julie. She sucked on each lip lightly, letting the saccharine tang sting her tongue. Pushing the lips apart, she brushed her mouth against the swollen and drenched clit, sucking on it delicately. Julie groaned loudly, her pelvis pushing forward, pushing her clit into Carly’s torturous touch more. She wrapped her mouth around the swollen area completely, sucking on it without hesitation, without reserve. She stretched it back somewhat, letting it snap back. The more she did it, the louder the sexually satisfied moans of her victim became. Her own sensitive vaginal area pulsated with the whimpers. Julie had always been able to make her incredibly wet with the slightest moan, the gentlest groan.

“Baby, put your fingers in me,” she heard over the increasingly loud noises being released into the room. As bad as she wanted to feel Julie wrap herself around her slender fingers, she had other plans, other ways of filling the sweet vagina she’d come to know and love. Carly drug her nails over Julie’s ass slowly as she continued to flick, suck, and tease the moistened clit. Each change in technique brought a different grunt, a harder moan, a longer sigh of contentment.

Julie begged her more, begged her loudly to enter her, and each time, Carly ignored her, changing the speed in which her tongue tormented her. Julie groaned exceedingly loud as Carly began to tease her ass with her finger, running it back and forth over the vulnerable area. They had talked about it a number of times, the pure excitement that Julie received by being fucked up the ass. Carly could never bring herself to venture to that area however, until tonight. Tonight she wanted to please her love more than she had before. The comfort level that they’d acquired with each other over the months had brought them to this point, where she found herself thinking of pleasing her girlfriend in more ways than one, pushing it beyond that limit, taking it over that redundancy that they’d become use to.

Gently, cautiously, Carly let her finger slide into the already wet hole. Julie whimpered sexually, pulling on Carly’s hair roughly. It wasn’t a cry of pain, but of bliss, of pure enjoyment. It was a sexually pleased sound that Carly had never heard Julie make. It excited her, causing her to continue with the short, placid strokes, in and out of the miniature opening. “Oh fuck yes,” Julie groaned through clinched teeth. “Baby if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to fuck myself,” Julie promised forcefully. Carly loved having her in this position; she loved the way Julie sounded, the way her body reacted when she wanted her this bad.

Carly stood and placed her hands on the top of Julie’s legs, smiling down at her girlfriend. Julie glared back playfully, biting her lip, clawing at her stomach anxiously. Carly traced her clit with the head of the strap on. Reaching down, Julie wrapped her hand around that of her companion. She guided the fake cock up her clit then back down, sighing gently. She circled her yearning entrance and nodded at Carly once, who, without hesitation, thrusted the object into her slow but forcefully. Julie moaned loudly, her back arching high off the bed, her fingers clutching the bed sheets eagerly. Carly rocked her hips back and forth in slow, even strokes, pulling the toy out completely before thrusting it back inside in the same harsh yet tender fashion. Julie moaned each time the cock entered her, her body jolting up with every thrust. She wrapped one leg around the swaying hips of the sexual goddess she was involved with. The other leg extended vertically against Carly’s body, Julie’s foot resting on her shoulder. The position opened the tight vagina up even more, allowing deeper penetration. The head of the faux cock grazed over her inflamed g-spot absently, causing Julie to whine erotically.
Carly varied her speeds, the deepness of her thrusts. She never left Julie entirely, however, always remaining inside of her, even if it was just the head. Julie tightened her grip around the object the faster it maneuvered in and out of her. She moaned louder and louder the closer she neared an intense orgasm. “Mm baby, fuck that pussy,” she repeated. “Fuck it harder.” Carly obeyed, gliding in and out harder than before. Even when she thought she was going as fast and deep as possible, Julie demanded more, and Carly delivered. She loved watching her girlfriend writhe; she loved the way she bucked her hips, the way she pulled at her own hair, her stomach, her nipples. Her body squirmed more, thrusted harder, rode the dick fiercer as her orgasm approached.

“God Carly, I’m going to cum,” Julie announced. As if on cue, Carly’s finger lodged itself back into her ass, only microseconds before the release of sexual excitement ripped through her body. She screamed loudly, Carly’s name passing her jarred mouth. Her back arched higher than it had the entire night. Carly could feel her pussy pulsating against the cock attached to her, the juices flowing freely.

Julie reached for her girlfriend as her body wound down. Carly crawled into her arms and pressed herself close. She wrapped her arms around her trembling life-partner, holding her securely. No other words besides a shared “I love you” were whispered that night.

Nothing else needed to be said. The racing hearts, the shaking bodies, said it all. This was what it was all about, laying in the arms of the one you’d been looking for your entire life, and not having to speak. It was knowing, without promises that could easily be broken, that you had found your forever love, that it was okay to be vulnerable, to let your heart fall again, knowing that it would be caught by ready hands at the bottom. It was knowing that it was okay to love again, without fear of being hurt, misguided, or left alone. And she made it possible…