Chapter 5 - Bruce's Birthday Gift for Julie
December 1977
Finals week hit Julie suddenly. She had been experiencing so much new, and had begun spending more and more time engaged in sexual activities with Sarah, that she had started falling behind in her studies.
Furthermore, it was her 20th birthday. She must have casually mentioned it to Bruce, because he woke her up with breakfast in bed. Bruce didn't know how to cook, but she smiled gratefully, as she took the tray with overdone eggs, burnt bacon, and watery orange juice. He left her to eat in her room, and as soon as he had left and closed the door, she threw out the food, but drank the orange juice, taking her birth control pill with it. It was okay, because she didn't have much time. She had a study group to meet with, and didn't need much food anyway, usually contenting herself with salads more often than naught.
After she got dressed--pulling on a tee-shirt and a pair of cut-off jean shorts, she went into the living room. Bruce was waiting with a birthday gift. The package was poorly wrapped, but she was touched and thrilled that he had put this much thought to her birthday.
She sat down on a chair in front of him and made a big show of anticipation, guessing, and unwrapping. She opened up a box, and pulled out what appeared at first to be a bunch of yellow strings. She was puzzled at first, but quickly discovered that it was a bright, neon-yellow string bikini. The bottom was little more than a triangular patch that looked just big enough to cover her pubic mound, and a pair of strings that connected to a "T" in back, with a single string running down in back and gradually widening to a "V" in front. The bra top was also a pair of triangles and strings.
She held the outfit up in front of her, and stared at it with wide eyes. Did Bruce really expect her to wear this?
"I-I noticed you never used the hot tub, so I thought you needed a swimsuit," he managed to stammer.
She couldn't believe he expected her to wear something like this, but he looked like such an eager puppy dog that she found it hard not to laugh. She held up the tiny bikini in the air between them.
"I suppose you actually want me to try this on now?" she said grinning, trying to keep from laughing openly.
She failed and broke down laughing when she saw him nod eagerly.
Why not? she thought to herself. Afterall, what could it hurt? He had been kind enough to buy it for her, she supposed he had the right to see her in it.
"Okay, since you're so nice!" she said, dashing off to her bedroom to change--she detoured to change in the bathroom though, so she could see what she looked like in the mirror.
She didn't really want to wear it--she'd be practically nude! But since he was so kind, how could she refuse? She would make it quick--go out and show him, and dash back to the bathroom.
She quickly shed her clothes and undergarments. To her surprise, the g-string bottom was quite comfortable. She had expected the opposite. Well, it did feel a little funny going up between her butt cheeks, but not too bad. She tied the strings on each side of her hips, and decided she liked both the look and feel. The strings seemed to just curve up right over her hips, and the ties on each side would be real easy to remove.
The bra was a little more complicated, but she soon figured out how it crossed and then tied behind her neck. It had to be tightened some to ensure it would stay on, but it also would be very quick and easy to remove, with a single tug on a tie behind her neck. The outfit seemed to cover just enough for her to be legal in public--barely!
She looked in the mirror. It didn't look right to have her hair tied up, so she took a moment to brush her hair out, brushing the feathered edges around and back the way Sarah had taught her. Then she paused to look at herself in the mirror. She gasped and actually found herself getting hot just looking at herself in the mirror! She noted that the yellow contrasted nicely with her olive-toned skin. She would never have imagined herself looking like this a year and a half ago when she first came to California and this house.
She walked out to show Bruce, who was sitting on the couch.
Bruce let out an audible gasp when he saw her.
"You like?" she asked coyly.
He could only nod.
She couldn't just run back to the bathroom like she had intended. She found she loved the attention, loved being watched and lusted after. She found herself moved by impulse, and decided to show off some. She moved around in different poses for him, as she had seen some of his models do. She was having great fun.
She got down on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying below her, and arched her back up to show off her well-curved ass.
"Do you think I could be in one of your magazines?" she asked seductively.
"Oh yeah, he panted, most definitely." It was all he could do to stop himself from dropping his shorts right there and pulling off her bottom, so as to fuck her doggy-style right there, but she turned around, and put her hands up to his shoulders and pushed him back down on to the sofa.
Julie felt intensely sexy, and moved a little closer on her hands and knees, and kneeling up, she reached behind her neck and pulled the string holding the bra on. The bra fell off and her breasts sprung out.
"Do you think it might look better topless," she said in a whisper.
Bruce cried out softly and lunged for her.
She backed away with a giggle, her tits swaying in front of her. Standing up, she wagged her finger at him as she stepped back.
"Now now, no time! I have to meet with a study group," she said firmly. She stood up to go back and change. Glancing back, she noticed his erection tenting up his shorts.
"But keep that thought, she giggled, pointing at his boner, "and maybe I'll give you a blowjob when I get back."
She laughed out loud at his moan and stunned look as she retreated to the bathroom to retrieve her clothes.
