This is an edited version of my first Story. I uploaded it pretty soon after the first story was released, however there was a problem and it did not get released. I haven
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t worked on anything since then but I just remembered I had this, and wanted to publish it. I hope you enjoy.
I did not fill in any more content because I did not have the time and this was meant as an introductory chapter. The only things that changed are grammar and some wording which is supposed to make it more immersive / better to read.
The second person still persists, in future stories I will (probably) write in the first person as it seems as that is what most people prefer.
Let me know what you think of this edit, I
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ll try that a second chapter will be at least 3k words and include some more background etc.
Thanks for reading!
Edit by Kenji Sato | Thanks goes out to him!
All characters are at least 18 years old.
Julia has invited you to her home. You feel a little weird about it since you two don't usually have much contact with each other in class, but you get along fine. You are a little excited however because she is quite hot and sounded kind of mysterious over text and the last couple of weeks you feel like she has been flirting with you.
You arrive at her house and ring the bell.
After a short while, Julia opens the door with an excited smile. She is about a head smaller than you, but tall for a woman. She has a slim body and long brown blondish hair. Her face is not the prettiest you have ever seen, but there is something about it -- about her -- that has your fantasies going wild; with you fucking her face and finding out how her tongue would feel around your shaft.
"Hey! Glad you could make it!" Julia says, with a playful but slightly nervous tone.
She is dressed in a semi-business outfit, nothing you would normally wear at home or with a normal friend; but nothing too uncomfortable either, by the looks of it. Her breasts and ass are on the smaller side, but you imagine them both to be quite firm and they fit her body perfectly.
You smile and enter the house; you slip out of your shoes and exchange a few words.
"Come follow me upstairs, I want to talk to you about something," Julia says. You ask about what, but she insists on telling you upstairs.
You follow her and the two of you enter a room that looks like a work office. It is made of dark brown wood and a door is to the left, Julia sits down behind an imposing desk and signals you to sit in a chair in front of it. Your chair isn't too bad, but it is clearly below hers in levels of both looks and comfort. It is a curved wooden chair you would find at a garden party of your school friend, while she is sitting on a big leather chair.
