A true story from my past that has fueled many, many hours of private time since...picking up where Chapter 1 left off.
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That one evening with Julie had been incredible, but confusing. There really hadn't been any conversation that night, Julie didn't really seem all that interested in talking about what it is we were doing and what it all meant. That is, if it meant anything. And while the rest of the three day weekend was good fun, our usual gang went to the beach, went to a ballgame and drank a lot of beer, Julie made only occasional appearances and never at a time that gave me an opportunity to talk to her. When it was time for me to head back to New York she wasn't around, so I said my goodbyes and started driving south. I enjoyed mentally recounting the events of Saturday night, but was still puzzled by her controlling behavior and had no idea if there would ever be anything more that would come from that evening. I certainly hoped so.
I returned to my New York City life. I jumped back in to the grind at work, had a couple of dates the following week, and for all outside appearances was my normal self. But thoughts of Julie were always lingering, and my continued indifference to the girls I was meeting in New York was only worsened by that night after the beach bar.
Early the next week, Tuesday night to be exact, I got back to my place pretty late. I worked late and was invited to a rooftop party in the city afterwards by a woman I had been out with a couple of times. I walked in to my apartment, dropping my briefcase and punched the button to listen to messages. There was only one and the voice made me stop right away. It was Julie in that distinctive deep throaty pitch. She told me she was going to be in New York the following weekend, not the city, but at her parents place north of the city off the Hudson River. I always knew Julie came from money, but never knew any of the details and had only a vague notion she was from New York. She was having a few friends together and invited me to come join. She added she knew it was a drive, it really wasn't, and invited me to 'throw some things in a bag and stay if you want.' The invitation was all very, well, confusing. But on the other hand, I was going to be in town. And, well you know the rest of my logic, of course I was going and of course I was going to bring some stuff.
Saturday afternoon I drove out of the city and followed the river north. When I exited the highway in to Julie's family's village it was just as I suspected. Exclusive, big money looking. And as I followed the directions the homes got bigger, more stately. The landscaping followed suit, and finally I turned right past the stone pillars that marked their drive. I pulled up to a very nice house at the end of the long drive, not ostentatious, but very nice. I parked, left my bag in the car, and tried to figure out where I should go. I heard some voices over by the pool, so I followed them. I turned the corner of the house and found a group of a couple of girls lounging by the pool, apparently gossiping and laughing loudly. The make shift bar set up on a table near their lounge chairs make it clear that drinks had been flowing, and the girls were already quite comfortable for mid-afternoon. Julie was in the middle of the group, seemingly working through the same ritual of catching up with her New York friends that I went through when I arrived in Boston. I waited rather than interrupt her story, and quite honestly enjoyed the view. The girls weren't in swimwear, but it was a warm mid-September day and they were all in loose fitting summer wear. Finally Julie finished her story, complete with dramatic arm waving and theatrics, and noticed that I had wandered in. She smiled, and walked my way. 'So you found the place ok.' Julie gave me a friendly hug, a hug that didn't clear up any confusion about what we were doing, and grabbed my arm to as she playfully dragged me to introductions. The introductions were brief, and I have a terrible habit of not listening, so within a minute I couldn't have told you who was who. And Julie's introduction of me didn't give any indication of my role or status, it didn't help at all. The girls all had that look of good breeding and money, though they were all fairly average looking. One of the girls, Carolyn, was distinctive for having big boobs, but that was about it.
Julie handed me her glass as she glanced around the table. 'Why don't you check if the girls need a refill while you are getting me one.' Again that way of telling people what to do as only she can...and yet we all do it. I should add Julie looked great. A short skirt showed off her long legs, and her top hung loosely giving regular flashes of cleavage.
I did as I was told, and Carolyn held out her glass for a refill too. I thought I caught a twinkle from Carolyn, I couldn't tell if it was flirtatious or if she was enjoying watching me do Julie's bidding. But either way we both knew I was doing what Julie told me to do. A pitcher of some version of a margarita was already mixed at the makeshift bar, so I shook it in ice, poured and served. Carolyn was grateful, and went out of her way to bend over to reach for her glass. I got an intended eyeful of her generous bosom, and she smiled when I looked up. It was clear she had caught me peeking. Julie was chattering on her phone, and only gestured to a side table where I should put her glass. I had grabbed a beer for myself and went in search of an opener.
The girls only stuck around for about another hour and a half or so. They liked to drink and laugh loudly, but as if on cue they all gathered their stuff and did a round of goodbye hugs before drifting off toward cars. Julie saw them off to the cars, then wandered back to the pool area where I had opened another beer. Now we were alone, truly alone, and I had no idea what would come next. I know what I hoped for, but was just as confused as ever.
'Did you bring stuff to stay tonight?' she asked. I only nodded, for some reason a little intimidated. 'Why don't you get your bag and bring it down here, you can stay in the guest cottage' Julie said with a wave to a small building adjacent to the pool area. I walked up to my car and grabbed my bag, then came back to the pool area to find Julie again on the phone, stretched out on a lounge chair. Her legs looked a mile long. She got off the phone, and said 'Italian?' in a tone that made it clear she had already made a reservation. 'There is a great casual place with a view of the river, you will love it.' There was a brief pause. 'Sit down, let's talk.' she said in a tone that made it clear I might finally be getting some insight as to what this what we doing, what this all meant. I sat on the side of the adjacent chaise, facing Julie.
'Ok, the sex was good.' she said in a tone that made it clear she was just getting started. 'You followed directions and worked hard, you still can do better, but it was a good first time. You cum really quickly, but most guys do the first time, and your dick is pretty small. But you are smart and funny. I like you, and you would be acceptable to my family.'
