I was far from being popular or even part of the 'IN' crowd as I worked on my Master's in Computer Science in Boston. Noting against people but I was focused on my future. Choosing to study and forgo all of the parties worked for me and enabled me to get a grant for a database security project I had developed. All I heard over and over again was this company or this bank had lost or compromised data on its customer base. It seems that no matter what anyone did or tried, the hackers always got in. Fences and walls don't keep people out. My solution was to encrypt the data and render it useless to the wrong people. I was making great strides in my research as the grant came to an end and sadly was not renewed. Never the less, I continued on with the intention of developing a mature product and starting my own business.
It was during that last few months before I graduated that I first learned of Julia Annette Morrow. My apartment was off campus and closer to an Art and Interior Design school in Boston. That location made most the people who frequented the same coffee shop as I did art students. One afternoon I was sitting by myself in a booth taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi and doing some research. With my head buried in thought I never saw the person who sat in the booth behind me.
What brought my attention to her was listening to the way she talked and treated others. She was definitely a sweetheart to everyone. I feigned a stretch here and there and even went up to get a refill on my coffee but did not have a chance to see her face very well. She was blonde and appeared to have a nice figure although it was obscured by the girl who had taken the outside seat in the booth.
Through eavesdropping I was able to ascertain that her first name was Julie. Her demeanor never wavered and she seemed to generally care about everyone who sat with her. When they got up to leave she was talking with one of the guys at her table and walked past with her head turned towards him in the opposite direction eliminating my chance to see her face short of calling her name out or embarrassing myself.
The next Saturday morning I was back in my favorite booth when I heard somebody call out, "You work way too hard!"
I looked up into the bluest most captivating eyes I had ever seen. It was Julie!
"I saw you here the other day. You never stopped taking notes and typing for hours. My name is Julia, my friends just call me Julie."
"Hi, I am Jim." I said sounding really stupid with no emotion in my voice. I mentally panicked thinking of something to say before blurting out. "Would you like to sit for a cup of coffee?"
"Sure, I am early. My friends won't be here for a while."
We sat together for two hours talking when she realized she had missed a text telling her that her friends were running real late and had gone back to their apartment. She texted back to let them know she would catch up later and then asked if I wanted to go grab some pizza or something.
And that is how we started dating. She was seriously into interior design and I was seriously into network and data security which allowed us to sit and study our own subjects while seated together for hours. Her friends seemed to notice sooner than I did that an attraction existed between us and they stopped coming into the shop or they would grab and go if they did in order to leave us alone together. If the coffee shop wasn't open twenty-four seven we would have closed it almost every night. Instead we would study until one of us fell asleep on the other's shoulder before packing it in for the evening.
We eventually started dating more seriously and became a lot closer as a couple. I graduated with my masters and she graduated with her bachelors at the same time that summer. I am not sure who said what first but the next thing I knew we were talking about the future in a way that engaged or married couples do. I would have asked to marry her that summer except that her father did not like me and made it perfectly clear that if I asked him for her hand, he would say no. Her mother and her sister were both very special and it was her sister who suggested that I don't ask him and to just ask Julie.
And that is just what I did. I asked her one Friday night as we rode the ducks through the harbor. We hadn't had full blown sex yet but the hours we spent in each other's arms kissing and touching were magical. The feeling was so right. There were a couple of times when Julie suggested we take things further but I relented. I was still a virgin at twenty four and Julie was the first actual girlfriend I ever had. I didn't want to ruin it for us or embarrass myself. I asked that we wait until we got married before we had sex for our first times and the look on her face told me what I had feared. We would not be each other's first since that ship had already sailed for her.
When we got back to planning the wedding I was basically told to leave every detail to her, her mother, and her sister Shannon. Julie's father owned a large Boston law firm which meant Julie could have the wedding of most girl's dreams. And what a wedding it was. The only downer was that I was still not good enough for his little girl. He made that abundantly clear throughout the day and even blasted me in a father speech at the reception where he referred to me as a geek and not nearly as much as a man as some of the attorneys he had hope to pair her up with. That comment caused me to make a scene as I went to my new wife and pulled her away and off into the evening to begin our honeymoon. That evening, Julie saw how I handled my anger. Walk away!
Our first night was incredible. Certainly for me as it was my first time, but also for Julie who though my size of eight inches and very thick was too much for her. She had me go real slow and was pushing on my chest to keep me from sinking in to her too fast. When I was finally able to pump in and out of her sweet pussy she rolled through a series of orgasms that had her wrapping he arms and legs tight around me and trembling. I wasn't sure if she didn't want to let go or she couldn't let go but the noises she made the whole time we were in bed together that night would be forever etched in my brain. Over the next few months I would learn that my little sexpot was like that anytime we were coupled together and our love for each other grew.
During many of our steamy bedroom sessions I would go down and her and eat the most delightful pussy that I could imagine existed. Her taste was something I couldn't get enough of and the feeling of her hands pulling my head closer, then pushing it away, then pulling it closer again as she came gushing into my mouth was to die for. My feelings for Julie exploded higher and higher the more time we spent together.
My favorite position was to enter her from behind as she laid flat on the bed. Once fully embedded in her love canal I would try to crawl forward pressing my cock tight against the entrance to her womb feeling it opening slowly around me. When I did this the sensation caused me to make noises similar to hers as I long for the day I would eventually impregnate her.
Our careers started off slowly with her trying to break into the Interior Design business as an independent. She set some pretty lofty goals and shared dreams with me that told me she wanted or needed a bigger house to decorate and grow as a designer. I started my own database security company and struggled for the first year. I did manage to build a small customer base and hired four people to help my business grow. The software I had written while working on my grant matured and I started seeing bigger companies take interest in what I advertised as its benefits.
There were many days that I ended up having to travel but as a newlywed I made sure that all meetings were scheduled so that I could fly out in the morning and fly home that same evening even if it meant getting home after midnight. It helped that most of my contacts were still on the east coast or the New England area. If I couldn't do it that way I offered the trip to one of my employees to handle.
Julie's father continued to be a thorn in my side stabbing me verbally anytime he could. He had also insisted on a pre-nup that was ironclad according to my attorney which basically left us each with nothing if we separated. We would sell everything and split the proceeds leaving no remnants of a marriage behind. If he could have added a trigger to initiate a divorce himself he would probably have added that in as well. My attorney who was also a childhood friend convinced me to sign it since no one would get taken to the cleaners if it happened.
About nine months into our marriage the trouble started. Julie was asked to visit the home of one of her father's new attorneys for the purpose of helping him decorate it. I was against this and ended up having my first real fight with Julie. She kept saying she had to do it because that is what daddy wanted. I kept saying she couldn't because that is what I, her husband wanted. She gave my all kinds of reasons why she should do it challenging me to defeat each reason one at a time. I told her I didn't have to. My wife did not belong in the home of another man alone with him and that was final. She didn't talk to me for a couple of days.
My startup company was getting busier and gaining recognition in the IT world and kept me quite busy. So busy that I found out later Julie had time to go against my wishes and visit her father's new attorney's home a couple of times. She let it slip once by telling me how nice the houses were in Brecker Park. She talked about the views, the sizes, and then let it slip that Mark's even had a walk-in wine cellar. I was furious that she had a secret life without me. She didn't see it that way. To her it was her career.
Julie tried to calm me down by explaining that he was engaged and I had nothing to be concerned over. At dinner that weekend her father made another dig by saying Julie should have married someone with a future like Mark but now it was too late. That night I stood and headed to the door while her sister Shannon gave her father an earful about his comments. Julie begged me to stay but I made it clear I was leaving. She had the choice to stay or go home with her husband. She ended up coming with me but shot me the death stare all of the way home as if I had done something wrong. She still hadn't figured out that I will just walk away.
Julie had other clients and I would occasionally look at her appointment book that was always sitting on the dining room table next to her laptop. For the next month or so nothing appeared out of the ordinary and she had been clinging to me non-stop after the last comment her father had made. Our passion in the bedroom never faded and Julie still trembled in pleasure each time I entered her body. When she was on top she could barely muster up enough energy to keep going and would settle onto my chest and breathe deeply until I would roll her over and ravish her body. I never got tired of hearing her tell me how full she felt when I entered her.
On a week where we both had multiple days of heavy schedules I was invited to fly to New York to meet with a large firm looking to form a partnership which would enable them to bundle my solution into their product offerings. It seems some of my recent customer contracts had been purged from their books and they felt a need to control the damages I was making on their profits. On top of that, we had recently added some features that were drawing more attention making it a necessary decision on their part.
I had a nine-thirty flight out of Logan for a quick jump down to La Guardia and then I would fly back on a five-forty flight that evening. Julie showered and got dressed that morning and looked fabulous as I gathered my things for the day. While packing my laptop and some files on the dining room table I noticed her calendar was empty until after lunch. When I asked her about it she gave me a big hug and kiss while telling me she wanted me to think about her all day.
My nerves weren't settling real well as I navigated through the heavy morning traffic towards the airport. Something was amiss. She was dressed for something. I was still twenty minutes from the airport's short-term parking lot when my phone rang.
"Hey Jim I hope I caught you before you got on a flight?" My client contact asked.
