The Cabin Ch 02 18

The week after we got back from our cabin weekend, Julie went down to the trade school and met with one of the instructors from the program she was interested in. She found she could take some of the core classes in the evening during the spring and summer semesters which would make an easy first year in the program this fall. He went through all the classes and requirements, made some good suggestions, and even gave Julie the grand tour of the classrooms and shops. I was so proud of her when she came home all excited and announced that she had signed up.

Julie did well with her math and English placement tests, with a little tutoring help from me, and she was able to take the required core classes in the spring semester without starting over in basic math or English.

Her classes over January started easy but worked into a lot of homework, study time, and paper writings. My math skills are not scholarly, but I was able to tutor her through the rough parts and I read through her papers, making corrections and suggestions for her.

Julie still hated her job and the crew treated her poorly, but with her goals set and working hard for them, she was a changed girl and had developed a "fuck 'em" attitude about her work. She rarely came home in a bad mood anymore, and it was so good to see a happy and cheerful girl for a change.

February came, and our first Valentine's Day was emerging around the corner. We had spent most of the summer, fall, and winter months together without going out much, other than shopping, the occasional walks or hikes, and a couple of camping weekends over the summer. Julie and I had been enjoying each other's company so much that we really did not need or want to be out, just a desire to stay home and enjoy our time together, and each other.

Julie was awesome in her studies and with Valentine's Day here we decided to celebrate, cut loose a little, and have a special evening out somewhere, especially an evening devoted to us. Just dinner, we figured, then back home. A gentleman friend of mine from Lit I had been PMing with was giving me some serious urges for margaritas. As a bonus, Valentine's Day was on a Friday this year and I made reservations for that evening at a popular Mexican restaurant. I figured a nice Friday evening dinner and a couple of margaritas, then we would be ready for home.

Friday night arrived and we dolled up a bit, I wore short legged black jeans, black rhinestone pumps that laced above the ankle, and a dark blue satin blouse. I decided to go braless and let the girls ride free for the evening. My nipples teasingly poked through the blouse and I loved the delicious feeling of the silky fabric lightly rubbing my nipples as I walked.

As I primped my hair in the bedroom mirror while Julie got ready, a naughty little feeling came over me and I loosened an extra button on my blouse, then thought better about it and buttoned it up. I primped some more, then thought, why not, and loosened it again. Nah, the good girl in me said too much cleavage and I fastened the button.

Julie came out of the bathroom with her designer blue jeans that looked like they had been painted on, a body tight baby blue cami tucked into her jeans, and an open white blouse she had tied around her belly. The cami was skintight, and it was obvious she was braless, I knew her little nipples would be very evident under the blouse. Julie had added some extra volume in her straight, dark brown hair, and with those pretty brown eyes on her face and the sweet shade of red on her lips she looked absolutely stunning. I started getting wet at the delicious scene standing in front of me.

"You look fuckin' gorgeous," she smiled lecherously, looking me up and down and pausing her gaze at my nipples. She reached over and undid a button on my blouse.

"Perfect," she smiled, running the crook of her finger over one of my nipples.

"You look delicious," I smiled, as my nipple hardened, and she spun around for me. I caught too quick a glimpse of her sweet ass wrapped tightly in that denim, but I knew I was going to be having that for dessert tonight.

The restaurant was well packed when we arrived, but with our reservations we were seated right away. We drew several stares and turned some heads, mostly from guys, as we were escorted to our table. I felt a little intimidated and began to think perhaps we had overdone it a bit. We certainly did not look like tramps, I felt we were classy and tastefully dressed. "

Fuck 'em,

" I thought as we were seated. "

I'm here with my sweetheart, I'm here for her, and I shouldn't care what others think.

" We ordered a couple of margaritas and toasted each other when they arrived.

When Julie and I first got together we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves and not tell anybody. Partly due to concerns or reactions from friends and family, but also that it was nobody's business but ours and we wanted to build our world around us and include only us.

We had spent so much time together at home and not much time outside, certainly not as a couple, that it felt odd in public, slightly uncomfortable at the fact that we were exposing our relationship to the world. But the atmosphere in the restaurant was carefree and the longer we sat there the more we were able to relax, enjoy ourselves, and not worry about what the rest of the world thought about us. We felt at that point that maybe we were ready to confess our feelings to the world. I reached across the table and entwined my fingers with Julie's.

"Happy first Valentine's Day, Little One," I murmured with a wink as we tinked our glasses. I eyed Julie as I delicately licked salt off the rim of my glass and took a swig of my margarita.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sweet Girl," Julie responded back with a pretty smile and a sexy look in her eye.

The waiter arrived and appeared to pay no attention to our hands as we withdrew them from each other. Being a guy, he stole a quick look at my cleavage, making me smile and tingle a bit, but he was very courteous as he went through the specials and made suggestions. We placed our order and munched chips and salsa while we waited for our dinner. Many other couples were obviously celebrating the occasion, and as much as we felt a bit out of place we also felt publicly accepted, at the very least, and comfortable at the same time. We were not obvious in our affection for each other and if anybody noticed it didn't seem to bother them, which made us feel more at ease. Fuck 'em anyway, right?

Dinner was spectacular. We had ordered a big platter of fajitas; the savory meat and spicy veggies sizzled on the hot platter as it was brought out. The seared meat, sautéed onions, and grilled bell peppers smelled delicious as the waiter set the sizzling plate on the table in front of us, along with a plate of rice, a spicy Mexican salad, and a terra cotta container of small flour tortillas. "

Good Lord,

" I thought to myself. "

Did we order all this?

" The meal was glorious, and we enjoyed another margarita as we ate.

"I'm having a fantastic time," Julie started up, as we finished our meal. "I really don't feel like going home yet, why don't we go to that place right down the street?"

Maybe it was the margaritas, maybe it was the fact that we had not been out in a long time, maybe it was that Julie looked fuckin' hot in her white blouse and baby blue cami, maybe it was because we were tired of hiding and the world be damned with our relationship, but I had to agree with her.

The bar was very popular, and rumor had it that the band playing there was exceptional. It sounded like a nice way to end our evening out.

"Okay, a couple drinks and we'll go home," I smiled.

Julie returned the smile and tinked her margarita glass with mine before downing the last bit. We settled the bill and we drove the couple of blocks down the street to the bar.

The parking lot was packed even for a Friday night. I had to drive around through it a few times before I spied someone pulling out and was able to snag their parking spot just in time as they pulled away.

Inside, the bar was even more packed than the parking lot, and we ignored all stares as we walked through. Finding an open table would have been impossible, but we got lucky. A couple noticed that we were looking around, waved, and motioned that they were leaving; we graciously accepted the table as they left.

The floor we were on was slightly elevated and we had a great view of the band and the dance floor. The band was awesome, loud and rocking, very good, and played a variety of old and new rock. We ordered a couple of drinks and sat people watching as we waited. Julie reached over and took my hand, I felt so comfortable with her that I did not even really notice I was not uncomfortable until the waitress arrived, who smiled at us and placed our drinks on the table.

We toasted and sipped as we caressed our entwined fingers and watched the band and the people on the dance floor. Julie was dancing in her chair in time with the music, and I was really enjoying the scene. The song ended and the band immediately started into a new song, a really good one.

Julie looked at me and tilted her head, I smiled and nodded, and she smiled as we both stood up and wormed our way to the dance floor. All evening long we danced with intermittent breaks for a breather. We both love it and it had been so long since either one of us had been out dancing, even before we met. At one time the band broke into a slow song. I started heading back to the table, but Julie grabbed me and pulled me close.

Julie felt so good in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I placed my hands on her lower back, drawing her in close. The music was slow and sweet, we occasionally bumped bodies on the crowded dance floor as we swayed back and forth with our heads together. I snuck a peek occasionally, everybody on the dance floor was in their little world and other than the occasional glance, there were no disapproving looks and we were left alone in our own little world. Julie gave me a light kiss on the cheek, I wanted so much more from her and to give her more, but I did not feel this was the time or place for it. I did not want to put on a show.

The band started a new song, a good fast one, and we danced a couple more until we took a breather. We were getting hot and sweaty from all the dancing and I wished then I had worn something a little lighter. Julie untied her white blouse and hung it on the back of her chair, her little nipples very apparent under the tight baby blue cami.

Guys would hit on us as we sat at our table, buying us drinks, and would try to get us to dance with them. Most of them assumed we were sisters, and we did not discourage that thought. A couple guys were even bold enough to ask for our numbers. We politely declined them all, but Julie had one guy that would not leave her alone and was very persistent. There are plenty of single girls here, why did he have to pester Julie? She is an extremely attractive girl and she almost always gets hit on when we are out, even when just shopping. It was kind of funny to watch him struggle, knowing he would not get anywhere with her, but Julie finally managed to shrug him off and he left in a huff.

Before we knew it, the band had played their last set, and was saying goodnight. We were having such a good time; we could not believe the time had passed and we'd stayed late enough to close the bar down. We both had drunk a lot and I knew I had too much to drive, probably Julie, too.

Fortunately, the waitress had been looking after us and came to our rescue. "Are you guys okay? Do you want me to call you a cab?" she asked.

She was cute and the look on Julie's face as she looked her up and down was, "why don't you drive us home?"

"That'd be nice Sweetie, please," I managed to spell out without slurring.

We paid our tab and I left Cutie a nice tip. We were hot as we walked outside and we carried our jackets instead of wearing them, the cold night air felt good, even as I felt my nipples hardening. Our cab was waiting for us and we climbed in right away. The driver was a guy, black or Hispanic, or both, I could not tell, but very good looking and Julie gave him our apartment name and building number. We had not even cleared the parking lot when Julie grabbed my head with both hands, pulled me close and started kissing me.

Our hands were groping each other, Julie undid a button on my blouse and slipped a hand inside to fondle my boobs. I kissed her harder and sucked on her tongue, moaning, and biting it as she pinched my aching nipple.

I stole a look at our driver who did a surprisingly good job of watching us through his mirror and watching the road at the same time. He turned the music up slightly, a light hip-hop tune that was slow but not obnoxious. Neither of us are much into hip-hop, but for some reason the tune and the beat made our love making so much more erotic.

Julie undid a couple more buttons on my top and exposed a breast, caressing and squeezing it. I noticed the driver had angled his mirror down a bit.

That seemed to excite me even more and I let Julie have her way with my tits. She is infatuated with them, perhaps because hers are so small, but she cannot keep her hands off mine, especially if we are at home. Even in public she will give me a grope or if she is feeling really naughty, she will grab my nipple and tow me around by it. I sometimes resist a little, which makes her pinch and pull it just that much harder.

My blouse was open and one of my tits was bare, Julie reached down to suck a nipple while she pinched and twisted the other, sending naughty erotic pleasure signals through my body and down to my kitty. Both of my nipples were rock hard, I held her head and combed my fingers through her hair as she sucked and nibbled them. I looked up through pleasure filled eyes at our driver watching us through the mirror.

Julie sat up and began kissing me as she undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse and let it hang free, both of my tits and my belly button were fully exposed to the driver and my nipples were erect and hard. Julie moved her hand down to my crotch and began massaging, aggressively, as she kissed me. I sucked my breath through my nose at the sudden rush of pleasure. I tried to cover my boobs with my open blouse, Julie reached her other arm around my neck, pulling me closer and grabbing my hand so I could not cover myself, wet kissing me as her hand continued its job on my pussy.

I could feel an orgasm coming, fuck, I was on display and was going to cum in front of a complete stranger. It made me more excited, I bit Julie's tongue and muffled a squeal as I came, my breath puffing through my nose as my orgasm passed through me.

Julie kissed me gently, very sweetly, as my body calmed, and I pulled my blouse together to cover my boobs. Neither one of us had realized the cab had come to a stop and we were home already. Sometime between picking us up and arriving home the driver had turned the meter off.

I held my blouse closed with one hand and reached into my purse with the other to pay the fare.

"I'm sorry," I apologized to the cab driver embarrassed, as I passed him some cash and a small tip.

"No, no," he replied politely, with a pleasant smile. "It's all good. Very good. You ladies have a good night."

We stumbled into the building and kissed our way up the stairs. On the second flight I pinned Julie down on the stairs, and I viciously kissed her as she cruelly squeezed my bare tits and humped my knee I had jammed in her crotch.

Julie shrieked as I chased her to our door, and I attacked her as she squealed and tried to unlock it. I shoved her up hard against the door and kissed her from behind as I squeezed her tight little ass in her jeans.

"Oh, you fuckin' bitch, you have a sweet little ass," I hissed into her hair, inhaling her sweet, heady scent as I pressed her against the door.

My hand made its way around to her front and I grabbed her crotch, massaging it through her tight jeans as my hips pressed against her ass and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her hard against the door and wet kissing the side of her face. Julie moaned and mumbled a curse as she fumbled with the key trying to unlock the door.

"Fuck, somebody is gonna see us," Julie hotly panted.

"Then you better fuckin' hurry up," I hissed through clenched teeth as I pressed my hot face hard against hers and bit her cheek.

Once inside the apartment, we peeled jackets and clothes off each other, wet kissing each other, and leaving a trail of purses, jackets, shoes, blouses, pants, panties, and socks from the front door to the bed. I roughly shoved Julie down on the bed, raised her knees up and plunged my tongue deep in her dripping pussy. She threw her head back as I licked, sucked and tongue fucked her savagely. Julie held my head until she came in a high-pitched cursing squeal. I climbed up on top of her and feasted on her little tits, mercilessly squeezing, and pinching them. She held my head and ran her fingers through my hair, pleasurous moans escaped her while I sucked and bit her tiny pink little nipples.

I moved up and dangled my tits over Julie's mouth, she cruelly squeezed them as she sucked and bit my nipples, ruthlessly pulling on them with her teeth. I threw my head back at the luscious pain lancing through my tits and my body, howling a curse at the painful pleasure.

My kitty was in serious need, I moved up and empaled my wet pussy on top of Julie's waiting tongue and rode her face as I rocked my hips back and forth. Julie grabbed my thighs and pulled me down closer, I spread my knees wider, driving her tongue deeper inside me.

"Eat that pussy, fuckin' little bitch," I cursed through pleasure clenched teeth as I looked into her pretty brown eyes peering over my public mound. I took a fistful of her hair in each hand and pulled, forcing her face into me. I tilted my head back as Julie lapped my pussy and suckled my clit, my hands pulling her hair like I was holding the reins of a galloping horse. Glorious pleasure ran through by pussy with each lick.

"Fuck, ff-fffuck!" I cursed as I came, spasming and rocking my hips hard on Julie's face. I turned around, still riding her tongue, and lowered myself down to feast on her love box.

A battle engaged; licking, sucking, and finger fucking, each of us trying to make the other cum first. We rolled over on our side, moaning, panting, licking, and sucking, and rolled again with Julie on top. I grabbed her ass, pulling it close to my working tongue, my nails digging into each cheek. We continued our pussy assault until we could not hold it and we both came in a squealing, cursing, spasm of flesh and pleasure.

I lay there trying to catch my breath with Julie's sweet ass in my face. I tenderly kissed her thighs and her drenched lips as her finger gently rubbed the last glow of pleasure from my clit.

I realized I had dozed; I awoke with Julie still laying on top of me and she stirred awake as I squirmed out from under her. The covers on the bed were a total mess and we did our best to rearrange them on top of us. Julie spooned me with my head nestled in the crook of her arm and her other hand cupping my breast. We snuggled into each other under the covers, each of us with a sleepy smile; two warm, naked, sexy, satisfied bodies, holding each other close.

Julie gently, sweetly, kissed my neck and my shoulder. "I had such a good time tonight. Thank you."

I drew her arms tighter around me.

"Me too, Little One," I murmured with a sleepy smile. At least I think I did.

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Monday morning the temperature outside had warmed up somewhat and we had received a light dusting of snow. I left the apartment a few minutes early making traffic into work a bit on the light side.