My mind was still replaying Jules milking my prostate when I woke the following morning. Since I came harder than I ever remember, I decided she could do it anytime she wanted. I needed to make sure she knew the only thing going in my ass would be her well lubed finger.
I dressed and prepared to head out to the gym. When I stepped into our kitchen, I was surprised to see my mom. She usually left for work long before I woke.
"Hey mom. What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you. I waited for you last night, but you got home too late. Where were you?"
"I went to a late movie."
"Alone?"
"No. I went with some guys from the football team. Why are you waiting for me?" I asked, confused.
"Your father and I haven't been spending a lot of time together. So, this weekend we're going to the U.P. to a bread and breakfast. We're leaving Thursday night after you dad gets home. We won't be home until Monday afternoon."
"Good for you and dad," I responded.
Really I was thinking, good for me. I could spend the entire weekend at Jules house, fucking her senseless.
The day went by in a blur as I thought about what we could do with our weekend. I didn't have football conditioning that night so I was able to beat Jules to her house after work.
I was at her car door when she arrived open. I opened her door, grabbed her and literally pulled her out of her car and into my arms. I kissed her as I lifted her off the ground.
"Wow. Someone is ready for another prostate milking," Jules said laughing. She leaned into her car and pulled her work stuff out of her car and headed for her house.
"I did enjoy you milking my prostate. You can do that any time you want. That's not why I'm excited though."
"You're just excited to see me?" Jules said, smiling.
"I am. But I have good news. My parents are going out of town for this entire weekend. I can stay here with you all weekend!" I said with a huge smile.
Jules did not return my smile or joy.
"Figures," she said disappointed.
"What? Are you breaking up with me?"
"Are you fucking kidding?" Jules said. She put her work things down on her kitchen table before hugging me tightly. "I'm definitely not breaking up with you. I want to spend every moment with you."
Jules grabbed my face with both hands so we were looking at each other nose to nose. "I want to spend every moment with you. I promise." Jules kissed me softly.
"Good. So why aren't you excited for this weekend?"
Jules let go of me and walked to the fridge. She pulled out 2 large steaks. "Fire up the grill, baby. We can talk while we cook."
I went outside and fired up the gas grill. I stepped back into the kitchen as Jules prepared a salad. "I meant to talk to you last night. But, I got so caught up in playing with your beautiful cock. I forgot to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"My cousin is getting married this Saturday."
"That's okay. We'll have Thursday and Friday night. And all day Sunday."
"No. My other cousin is coming to stay with me tomorrow. She's staying with me until Friday night."
I was bummed. Vision of non-stop sex had bounced through my head all day. Now those visions were smashed. "Well, we still have Saturday night and Sunday."
Jules nodded. But I could tell there was something bothering her. I moved up behind her and wrapped my muscular arms around Jules. "What's wrong. Tell me."
She spun out of my arms and looked at me. She looked concerned.
"I have a date for the wedding."
I felt like I got kicked in the gut. I was stunned.
"You have a date?"
"No. Well, technically yes."
I stared at her dumbly. I was shocked. Maybe she was getting tired of playing with an 18 year old. I'm not a jealous person. But I felt like I was getting kicked out the door.
"He's a friend of my brother-in-law. They've been trying to get me to go out with him forever. He knows the bride and groom and asked me to go to the wedding with him. It all happened long before you and I..."
Jules eyes began to fill with tears.
"I don't want to go with him. I want to go to the wedding with you," Jules said. Her voice broke and a tear ran down her cheek. "But, I can't. And if I cancel, I'll get the third degree from my entire family."
I grabbed Jules and yanked her to me. I kissed her. Hard. I held the back of her head as we kissed for a long time. I finally broke the kiss.
"Go to the wedding with your date. Have a great time. Enjoy yourself. Then come home so I can fuck your brains out."
Jules laughed and kissed me. My response seemed to calm her. She went back to the Jules I knew.
After dinner, we spent the night on her couch in her living room. We watched a baseball game as I sat behind Jules with my arms wrapped protectively around her. Somewhere in the middle of the game, Jules pulled down my shorts and gave me a long, slow, sloppy blowjob. She repeatedly brought me to the edge of cumming, before bringing me back down. When I finally erupted in Jules mouth, she swallowed every drop without blinking an eye.
As I was readying to head home, Jules handed me a key. "It's a key to the house. You can come here any time you want."
The week crawled by without being able to see Jules. I tried to busy myself with working out. I also spent a lot of time with my football teammates.
I had zero contact with Jules. I knew she was busy with family and didn't want to bother her.
Saturday morning, I woke with no plans. I was debating on going to the beach when the phone rang. I was surprised to hear Jules voice when I answered.
"Gawd, I missed you, baby!" she breathed into the phone.
"Me too," I assured her.
"You haven't found a young woman to replace me?" Jules asked, teasing me.
"Not yet. You found an old fart with a cock you like better than mine?"
"Never. I want to look at your cock forever."
Jules statement should have worried me. It didn't.
