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A little background to our story …
Her name was Julia Stark and she was the teenage daughter of Edward Stark, the famous oil painter and the curator of “Gahna Third World Art Museum.” Though she loved her father very much, he was rarely at home for her. Most of the time he was out of the country giving lectures in international art schools. His articles appeared in Readers Digest, Newsweek, Aurora and other famous magazines.
Julia lost her mother when she was 11. A couple of years after her death, Edward Stark married a nurse by the name Stephanie. Initially, Julia thought no woman could replace her mother but Stephanie proved to be such a warm and loving person, Julia grew very close to her. She and Stephanie were more like best friends than stepmother and stepdaughter. Julia called Stephanie by her first name and shared everything with her.
Our story begins three days before Julia’s eighteenth birthday …
Chapter 1:
“Do you think this skirt is too short Stephanie?” Julia asked looking at the mirror.
“Hmm?” Stephanie was lying reading a magazine and did not look up.
Julia examined herself in the mirror for a few seconds then turned towards Stephanie once again. “Steph… come on tell me”
“Oh I am sorry.” Stephanie looked up and examined the girl who stood in front of the dresser. She was 5.6 inches tall, with blue eyes and smooth fair skin. Her blonde hair looked nice in the short bob cut that she always kept. As Stephanie looked on she realized that since Julia was now eighteen, her most noticeable feature was her figure. Julia was a perfect 36C-24-36.
“So… what do you think? Is this too revealing?” Julia asked. Her shirt was knotted at the top, revealing a firm tummy. The skirt was cut so high, her toned and smooth legs were open to display.
“Well …” Stephanie put aside the magazine and stood up. “ …you come across as someone who is really desperate for attention.”
Julia placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.
“No… what I mean is …if you must reveal your skin, you should do it with some class. Not like some street walker” Stephanie stood up and turned towards her closet. “Let me find you something.” She started going through her wardrobe. After a few minutes of searching, she pulled out a black dress. “Now this was ME a few pounds ago. It should fit you just fine.” She placed the dress on Julia. “I used to fit in it once upon a time.”
“Aww …come on you can still fit in that.” Julia took the dress from Stephanie. “Stop thinking you are overweight. Most guys would really go nuts for your kind of body.”
“Thanks honey but I still think I need to lose a few pounds.” Stephanie said and patted Julia on the shoulder. Julia turned around and disappeared in the washroom. “Now THAT’S what I call revealing with CLASS!” Stephanie said as Julia came out wearing her black dress. It was a figure hugging dress with a neckline low enough to reveal a few inches of her cleavage.
“You have a very symmetrical figure.” Stephanie continued. “You must wear clothes that emphasize your symmetry. This is tight from around the waist and it has these really long slits at the bottom, so every time you take a stride, your thigh will become bare all the way up to your sexy butt.” She slapped Julia’s ass playfully. “This way you are still showing your sexy body but not like some street slut.”
“Gee … thanks!” Julia spun around in front of the mirror, admiring her dress and her body from all angles.
Chapter 2:
Julia was standing in front of Ground Zero dance club with a couple of friends.
“Happy birthday girl!” Sally came and gave Julia a peck on the cheek. “You look nice in this dress.”
“Thanks … it was a birthday present from Steph.” Julia told her.
“So what are we waiting for girls?” Sally asked.
“We were waiting for YOU” Julia responded.
“Well I am here so lets go in.”
They showed their I.Ds at the front door and stepped in. Ground Zero was packed as usual. People were going crazy on the dance floor. The music was so loud the girls could barely hear each other.
“Lets go to the bar and get some drinks.” Sally said.
“WHAT???” Julia asked moving her face closer to Sally.
“LETS GO TO THE BAR AND GET SOMETHING TO DRINK!!!” Sally shouted in Julia’s ear as loud as she could and they all proceeded to the bar area where an overworked bartender seemed more than busy serving many people at the same time. As they waited for their turn Julia turned around and saw the tall young man who stood leaning against a pillar looking at her with admiring eyes. As Julia’s eyes met his, he looked away. Julia examined him from head to toe. He was over six feet with long, shoulder length hair and an earring. He looked Hispanic but Julia was not sure.
The man had spotted the four girls the moment they stepped in. Of all the four, his eyes had picked up the blonde in black dress. With admiring eyes he had watched the sway of her hips as she walked to the bar with her friends. With her small waist and perfectly rounded hips, she had the kind of backside that would make any man feel uncomfortable. Now that the girl was looking back at him, he did not have the guts to look into her eyes, for he was afraid that she would see his lust.
“Happy Birthday to youuuuuu …” The singing began. “Happy birthdayyyy dear JULIAAAA…. Happy birthday to youuuu.” The three girls had surrounded the blonde and were singing and clapping. The young man gave them a final look and the walked away to the men’s room. As the door swung close behind him, he took a deep breath and enjoyed the sudden soothing silence. There was no one in the rest room except him. He moved towards the mirror and looked at himself. “Come on Kalin… show some guts … ask her for a dance.” He whispered to himself looking in the mirror. He adjusted his hair and then his t- shirt and finally, after giving himself a last look he turned around and walked out of the restroom.
There she was, the blonde teenage goddess who had walked in a few minutes ago. With her firm legs crossed, she was sitting on one of the bar stools, chatting with her friends. He mustered up all his courage and walked towards the girls.
“Ahem … hello” He said politely. The music track had come to an end and there was a pause of silence that enabled Julia to hear him clearly. “I know you just came in but I was … sort of …wondering if you would you care for a dance?” He was nervous. Julia could see that and she loved every bit of it. She loved having this effect on boys. She looked at her friends and saw Sally winking back. “Hmmm …” She turned towards him and stood up “Sure!”. The next instant, he was holding her hand leading her to the dance floor.
As the music started, He put a hand on Julia’s waist and they began to move slowly to the rhythm. This was the first time Kalin had seen her close. She was a very sexy young woman no doubt. Her face looked fresh as if it had just been washed. Kalin looked down at the low neckline of her dress. Not only did it expose a few inches of cleavage, it also showed the upper swells of her high riding breasts. Julia saw him looking down at her neckline.
“So what’s your name?” she asked while dancing.
“Kalin, and you are?”
“Julia. Nice to meet you Kalin. Where are you from?”
“I am Native Indian…” He replied “Mohawk.” His eyes kept going down to her chest.
“Do you… always pay such close attention to the women you dance with?” Julia said with just a hint of a smile.
“Huh! Oh…” His eyes returned to meet Julia’s and he turned red with embarrassment.
As Julia looked down she spotted a tent in his pants. She noticed some movement in the tent and understood that his penis was pulsing. Slowly she turned around in his arms till her back was towards him. As his hands held her waist, Julia stepped back and pressed her firm round butt against the bulge in his pants. She heard him breath heavily as she applied pressure on to his growing crotch. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her butt as she danced. Collin’s hands grabbed her tightly from around the waist. Slowly she began to grind her hips against him to the beat of the music.
After a few minutes, Julia turned around to face him. He was breathing heavily with excitement. She looked down at his crotch and saw the bulge. His erection was pressing against the fabric of his jeans. He was so erect he could barely stand straight. They danced for a few minutes and then Collin pulled her close to him and whispered. “You have a very sexy figure.” The music track finally ended and Julia stepped back.