A Good Person

Julie ordered a pizza and I watched stunned as she only put her short t-shirt on to answer the door. The guy didn't know where to look, he spent most of his time staring at her pussy as she counted the money coin by coin.

"I can't believe you just did that," I said, shaking my head as Julie took her t-shirt back off to sit at the kitchen table naked.

"What?"

"You just showed that boy your cunt!"

Julie shrugged. "He's a stranger, right?"

I laughed. "What difference does it make?"

"He doesn't know me. What's it matter?"

"You don't feel embarrassed?"

"I only feel embarrassed when people know me see me."

"When do you show your cunt to people you know?" I asked curiously.

"Huh? I don't know. Just Michael's friends. Oh, and now Bobby. Oh, that's embarrassing."

"I'm sure he won't have bad thoughts about you."

"He better not tell anyone, or he'll never have children, I can promise that."

"There is some spirit in you, that's for sure," I beamed.

"No, just your gunk," she joked back.

I stared at the girl eating happily next to me. I'm not sure any man would ever be worthy of her.

"I've always loved you," I said plainly.

"I know."

"You don't feel the same?"

"I'm sorry. I love Michael, I always have. Same as you, I guess."

"Then how can you...do this...with me...if you really love him?"

"Hey, just because I love him doesn't mean I'm not attracted to you."

"Attracted...?"

Julie nodded. "Hmmm."

"But you just want to have sex with me?"

"How can you say 'just'? You're the first guy I gave my...you know...to. That's no little thing, don't you think?"

"So I can have it again?"

"Can we eat first?" she smiled.

"I mean after. Later. Anytime. Your boyfriend is at college, we could find lots of time to do it."

Julie was being patient. She picked up a piece of pizza and gave it to me, picking the pineapple off another piece for herself.

"I'm someone's girlfriend. I've never kissed another boy since we've been together and you know how long that's been. Last night I was drunk and I really didn't think it would go so far. I thought I could give you my breasts, just for fun you know, maybe see what it feels like getting fingered once by a different guy, but never did I think I'd have sex with you. Not all the way."

"So that's it?"

"Please. Don't be angry. I'm here now. You can stay in my bed tonight, we can still do it. I just don't want to lose Michael."

"You're being selfish."

"Not just me," she said, calmly and correctly.

I didn't have anything to say for a while. I ate then helped tidy up as Julie sat and watched me.

"You have a great ass, though," she said smiling, forcing me to blush. When I passed she tugged on my cock. "And this. This is nice."

Afterward we kissed like lovers on the sofa for the longest time then rolled all over the floor fucking to the best of our ability. I was feeling so strong and proud of my own performance, I was hard for so long and held off cumming until we were back in her bed.

"Julie, you have no idea how lucky I feel. Especially in your own room."

"My first," she added, kissing my ear.

"How do you feel?"

"It's strange to have it in me. Even stranger to feel the cum."

"You like it?"

"Yeah. I guess. It's nice," she grinned.

"You have no idea how miserable it is to think that his cock is going to be in you."

"I know. But you were the first one, will always be the first one. I think he would be jealous about that."

"Can we...you know, just sometimes, perhaps..."

Julie immediately began to shake her head.

"Okay," I said before she spoke, "Just humor me. Even if you have no intention of fucking me again, tell me you-never-know, give me something to take away so I don't jump off a bridge on the way home."

"Gee," Julie smiled, trying to grip my cock with her cunt and hold it in there as I shrank and slipped slowly from her, leaving more sperm behind, "Can you imagine how I would feel if a guy killed himself after sex with me. What sort of reputation would I have?"

"Please," I begged, ignoring her attempts to joke it off.

"Can I clean your cock instead?"

"With your mouth?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can I video you doing it?"

Julie took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "Okay."

I went and got my phone and filmed her rubbing my cock all over her face, sucking and licking it clean like a cat would. She said some nice things into the video about my erection and how she liked what it had done to her, though complained about having to drink her own cunt juice. I filmed down her body and got her to pull her cunt open for me before she made me shut the video off, embarrassed at showing her insides.

We snuggled and kissed and fell asleep with the covers off, my fingers in her pussy from behind.

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I had a complete sense of deja vu when I woke the next morning. It was early, the light was bright but clean, no real warmth to it. Julie was missing and I found myself alone in her bed.

Once again I was wary of people having come home, or come over. I listened carefully at the door for noises. From the other end of the house I could hear Julie talking, but like the evening before it was a one-way conversation. She was back on the phone. Without dressing I walked slowly down the hall, through the living area and into the kitchen.

Wow, she looked good. Her hair was completely ruffled with the sunlight behind it. She wore nothing, not even her necklace. From what she was saying she was back on the phone with the bastard Michael Hendy. She saw me and smiled, she even stood her body up and posed for me. I did the same and she gave me a thumbs-up. I flicked my morning wood to show her how hard I was and she silently beckoned me over. I came in next to her and grabbed her bare ass, kissing her on the cheek. She grabbed my cock. She pulled on it as she spoke with her boyfriend as if nothing was happening. I put my hands between her legs and drew out wetness.

"Oh!" she yelled out and flicked her hips as I pressed her clitoris. I slowly pushed a finger into her hole. "Ah, ah."

Even I could hear the voice at the other end of the phone say, "What's happening over there?"

"Shit, ah, I stubbed my toe," she said as I pushed two fingers in. "Yes, yes, I'm okay, just need a minute for the pain to die. Ssssssss."

Julie pushed me away by the chest. I thought she was trying to calm us down but instead she pointed at the dining room chair, beckoned me to pull it over. I let go of her vagina and brought the chair over.

"Closer," she whispered.

I brought it right to her. Julie took me by the arm and made me sit. Without a noise she squatted over me, facing me. She held my cock out from my body and lined herself up. One hand held the phone to her ear, one hand held my cock as she pushed herself down my shaft. All the time she was mumbling, "Uh-huh, uh-huh," into the phone.

"Oh, shit," she couldn't help but say as I thrust up unexpectedly, getting all of myself into her.

"What?" I heard down the phone.

"It's okay, it hurt, but it doesn't anymore. Oh, that feels better. Happiness is the absence of pain. Feels really good," her eyes looking at mine as she quietly pulled herself up and down my shaft.

After a while listening to the other end talk Julie began getting romantic.

"Baby?" she asked

There was noise at the other end of the phone.

"Do you miss me?" she wanted to know.

"Yes," I heard the bastard Michael Hendy say.

"When we're alone next...what will you do to me?"

There was silence followed by some murmurings I couldn't hear clearly.

"Baby, I want more than that," Julie said, her breathing deeper, her fucking deeper. She leaned forward and put a breast to my mouth. "You want to suck my tits. What else?"

I sucked her nipple hard. I was outrageously jealous that the bastard Michael Hendy would be doing this soon, but ridiculously hard to think I was doing it now.

"My pussy?" Julie moaned. "Touch it? How? Tell me, let me do it for you."

Holy shit, did these two normally act like that?

"Oh shit, Michael. I'm putting it in, I'm putting it in."

Julie lifted right off me and thrust her cunt downward, taking all of me in one sweep.

"Oh, fuck, it's in, it's in. I'm moving around. Oh, god, I can feel it. You too baby, you too. Please move your hips for me."

I moved my hips. All sorts of noise was coming down the phone. This went on and on, Julie egging both of us on, fucking herself madly on what the bastard Michael Hendy assumed was her own fingers.

"Oh shit," I mouthed silently. I couldn't last much longer.

"Your cock feels really good. I've waited so long. I love having it in me." Julie was almost crying into the phone. I could only imagine the experience the bastard Michael Hendy was having the other end. He wouldn't believe the experience I was having this end.

"Cum. Please. Cum. Cum in me. Please. It feels so warm when you do that."

I could hear the other end growling shortly before I did. I couldn't help but lose the plot.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled out at the top of my voice as my sperm exploded into Julie.

Both of us froze, in shock at what I had just done. Julie listened to the phone waiting for a response, terrified. My hips still flicked the end of my orgasm. It was silent for a minute until Julie sheepishly said, "Baby?"

"Ah, sorry," I could hear the bastard Michael Hendy say. "I had...to...go...get some tissues."

The bastard Michael Hendy was panting. He hadn't heard me. Both of us groaned and Julie collapsed on me in relief.

"What's that?" I heard the phone say this time.

"Huh, nothing. Just coming down from the high."

There was more murmurs, Julie had the phone to her ear properly.

"I know you want to, honey. I want it to. No, no, not today. Next weekend. Find us somewhere we can be alone. "

For a guy who had just spermed the love of his life, I felt awful. Truly awful. Next weekend.

"So soon?" I whispered.

Julie ignored me, speaking to her man. "I don't care about that. It's ok, you can put it in. We'll fix it later."

Wow.

They spoke for another ten minutes or so about boyfriend-girlfriend things while I kissed her neck and sucked on her breasts, squeezing her ass. It was some consolation for my loss that the bastard Michael Hendy had no idea I was driving his naked girlfriend crazy with my touch. She lost track of the conversation a few times as I tongued her ear or fingered her clit.

"Okay baby, I love you too. No, I love you more. Miss you, will dream of having sex with you," she said then reached up and put the phone back.

Julie came down and kissed me madly.

"Ah, I am in a dream now," she rasped, "You make me feel so wet. You have to give me a lifetime's worth of sex all in one day today. You got it?"

I got it.

"What time do your folks get back?"

"Don't know, but good idea. Let me call."

Julie reached up and took the phone again, dialing the cell-phone of her Mum.

"Dad's hung-over?" she repeated for my sake. "Won't leave until after lunch, will stop in Hamilton on the way home, get in here early afternoon tomorrow. No, it's okay, I'll survive. School tomorrow but it's all messing around this week, don't even need clothes."

What her mum thought she meant was proper school clothes. And anyway, Julie had to also see Dr. Edwards tomorrow to get a morning-after pill.

"Okay, see you tomorrow night," she signed off. Then that was that.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow," she repeated. "Breakfast?"

I didn't feel like eating, but took the offer of cereal. We went to take a shower together afterward. A long, slow, sexy shower. I shaved my face with her razor then held it up in front of her.

"May I?"

"May you what?" she frowned.

I nodded down to her cunt.

"No way!"

"Just a little bit."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Michael. He will see. He will know."

"You never shave your bikini line?"

"Well, that, yeah, sometimes..."

"You have swimming this week?"

"I always do."

"Right. So, a little trim."

"A little bit," she conceded.

I dropped to my knees in the shower. Being this close to her pussy, I couldn't help but run my tongue through it. Julie lost balance and leaned on my shoulders from above. I began lightly shaving the sides, one then the other, coming in closer and closer each side - but taking breaks to suck and finger her. By the time I finished, the job on either side met in the middle, only the thinnest of strips was left. I made one long stroke from top to bottom.

"Oh shit. It's bald," she moaned as I flicked at her clitoris. "Holy shit, you are going to get me in trouble."

I ignored her and shaved all the left-over rough bits and down around her flaps, until she was completely smooth whichever way I ran my hands.

"How does that feel?" I asked, fingering her.

"You bastard," she said but with no venom. "How am I going to explain this?"

"Swim meet," I shrugged, bringing my face in to it. "Anyway, if it's like my beard, it will be normal again in 5 days."

"Holy shit," Julie screamed as she felt a tongue on bare flaps for the first time. "Holy shit."

I stood up and fucked her from behind, reaching around to play with her mound and clit. She felt amazing bare. She went over the edge, I didn't think in all my days I will ever see a more sexually satisfied woman as Julie was at that moment.

"Oh, baby," she said afterward in front of the mirror, "Look what you've done to me."

"You like how it feels?" I asked running my fingers through, knowing the answer.

"Whoever gets you...wow. You want me to give references?" she said, holding her arms up behind my neck, watching me hold her tit in one hand and finger her shaved pussy with the other.

"You can't. You'll get in trouble."

"I could give a secret one," she smiled.

"I'll just take my video along, that will do," I replied.

"You want to make another?"

I nodded and smiled. "Wait until we're ready to fuck again. I want to see my cock in you."

"Okay."

We wandered aimlessly in the house for a while, wondering what to do next. The day was warming up.

"How about your pool?" I asked, looking out back. It was covered up still.

"We haven't started it yet. Haven't cleaned it or anything."

"You know how?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"How long does it take?" I asked.

"With just us? Two hours until you could swim in it. There's a lot to do. Have to clean it all out, put all the chemicals and stuff."

I shrugged.

"It's still early."

"You want to?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

I walked out back and across the decking to have a look at the outside. The yard seemed private, there were no windows from any house I could see. Julie stood at the doorway.

"Hey, you better put something on."

"Why?" I asked looking around. "No one can see."

"They can if they stick their head over the fence."

"Who's going to do that? Come on!"

Julie gingerly stepped over to the pool, looking around more observantly than she had before, considering the possibility of getting caught. The neighbors we not strangers, it did matter if they saw her naked in the back yard. Especially with a guy.

"Take the cover off first?" I asked.

"Yeah."

We worked together to get the pool ready. They had one of those moving vacuum thingies that had been on enough to keep the sides and bottom clean so it was mainly a matter of cleaning out the crap and bugs that had made their way under the cover, clean the filters, top up the water, put in the chlorine and test the pH, test the pump, things I knew little about. It didn't take two hours but Julie said wait for the chemicals to mix in, which I wasn't sure if she really knew needed to be done or just guessed.

It was fine watching her walking around naked in the daylight. With her pussy bare she looked scandalous. My overwhelming regret was this would end soon. I would have sold my soul to swap bodies with the bastard Michael Hendy.

"Wait an hour, then we'll go in," she said in the end, coming over to push her front to mine, kissing my lips and neck. She could feel me get hard and smiled.

"You wanna fuck me?"

"Yes. Yes I do," I said seriously.

I turned her around to hold the railing for the steps. It wasn't easy getting in but once we got started she got wet. Like in the shower I reached around and palmed her bare mound and clit which drove her crazy. I really had no more sperm for her, it was a miracle I was still hard, so we fucked until Julie screamed and lost power in her knees, dropping her cunt from me. She turned and sat gingerly on the pool edge, recovering.

"This really isn't what I expected this weekend," she said with a half-smile.

"Nice, though," I returned.

Julie nodded agreement.

We sat on the edge in a shady place and talked about the old days when we were young and clothed, until time was enough that we could get in.

"Come on then," she said, standing. "Don't be afraid of the cold."

She dove in elegantly, I jumped in inelegantly. We'd had so much sex it was nice to have a diversion. We swam, splashed, laughed, kissed, touched and tossed a ball. After a time we could hear the phone ring in the distance, inside the house. Julie got out to answer but it stopped ringing as she got to the back door. I was hard again watching her ass walk wet and naked across the decking. Unbelievable, she was. It was like watching one of those women from the Met-Art, if you know that site, but with warmth and a smile on her face. When she came back and stood by the side of the pool, her shaved pussy looking down at me...wow. She was beautiful and I told her. She thanked me. The phone rang again.

"Actually, leave it," I told her, "Nothing good could come from answering that."

"What do you mean?"

"Whoever is calling wants to ask you to do something other than be with me all day."

"That's probably true," she agreed and left it ring out. Whoever it was tried three times.

"Come back in the pool," I asked and she came. "I want to know what an underwater blowjob feels like!"

We stayed in and out of the water for the next hour or so, until we started to think about lunch. We were in the shallow end kissing and discussing the options when the side gate to the house swung open.

"That's where you are!" came a voice that scared the shit out of us. It was Bobby. "What's the deal? You two together now or what?"

Julie ducked behind me, pushing her front to my back. We were in shallow water, my cock just below the surface.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled.

"Don't scream at me. Your mum sent me here. Lucky she didn't come herself!"

"Mum?"

"You didn't call her back last night and haven't been answering today. She is beginning to wonder if you're even alive or not."

"Shit."

"I told you to call your mum," Julie scolded me.

"Shit."

"You better call her," Bobby warned.

"Fuck. I guess."

I moved to get out but we were both naked still.

"Ah, Bobby, you wanna...," I didn't know what to say, we didn't have any clothes or towels nearby. "Julie, where do you keep the towels."

"Don't be babies," Bobby said dryly. "I've seen both of you having sex already, what's it matter!"

I turned to Julie. She shrugged.

"You don't care?"

"It's true. He's seen already...," Julie conceded.

Okay. Fine. I took the steps out of the pool. At least I'd lost my hard-on. Julie dropped below the water line and swam to the other end of the pool.

"Can I come in?" Bobby asked her.

Julie really didn't know what to say. I had my head inside the back door calling home, ready for a verbal barrage.

"I'm not wearing anything," Julie tried to say as a means of discouraging him. It didn't work.

"I don't mind," he said, pulling his own t-shirt off and standing on the edge of the pool.

"Hey, hey. Don't wear street shorts in here!"