Cookie Time Again

"Was that good?" Julie asked after she cleaned me, and all I could do was smile and look at her like she was crazy before finally whispering that it was incredible.

"Don't get up," Julie said as she got up and put her blouse back on. "I'll let myself out. Thank you Mr. Hall."

Thank you? What did I do besides have an orgasm, the likes of which I hadn't experienced in so long I couldn't recall. Maybe never, because I had thought my days of getting pleasure from anything besides my own hands were over.

"Thank you," I wheezed as she left the room. "See you again."

That was more of a question than a statement, but I was too much in a daze to think much about it then.

***

I didn't see Julie for a week after that, although to be precise I did see her once a couple of days after my magical hand job. I happened to be looking out the window for the mailman when I saw her.

Julie had her school books clutched to her chest and was staring at my house from a little ways down the road. The school bus must have just let her off at the stop down the road a way, but Julie's house was almost a mile from mine, and she looked like she was deciding whether to stop by or not.

I went around to the door to call out to her but she was already gone, and when I went out to the road Julie was already well down the street and our of earshot. The temptation to hop in the car to go get her was there, but I decided against it.

***

After aimlessly channel surfing in search of something bearable to watch, I was about to go to be to read a book when I happened to look towards the front door. There was somebody out there, which was strange because it was after 9, and as I got up I heard a timid tap on the glass. I put my bathrobe on over my pajamas as I went to the door with some apprehension

"Julie!" I said happily.

"Hi Mr. Hall," Julie said. "Can I talk to you?"

"Not out there you can't," I said as I opened the door to let her in.

Julie was wearing a windbreaker and what looked like pajama bottoms - blue ones with kitty cats all over them, and after I brought her into the living room I asked her how she got up here.

"Walked."

"Honey, it's so late," I said. "Not too late for me but for you being out all alone, and dressed like that."

"Couldn't sleep," Julie said. "I needed to talk to you."

"Sure. What about?"

"About last week, when I was here. Remember?"

"Remember?" I said with a laugh. "It was the best night I've had since I can't recall."

"I didn't want you to think that I was - you know - a whore or something," she said as she bit her lower lip in that adorable way she had.

"I didn't think anything of the sort," I said as I leaned toward her and patted her knee. "Believe me."

"I'm a virgin," she said softly. "I know you probably don't believe me after what I did, but I am."

"I believe you. What we did - you did - was just having a little fun and you were being nice and humoring an old man you felt sorry for."

"Not really,' Julie confessed. "I liked doing it, and I felt... I dunno. Safe with you, I guess."

Now it was my turn to feel guilty because the thoughts that had been going through my head about Julie were anything but safe.

"I'm glad you feel that way," I replied.

"Your - you know - your dick? It's only the fourth one I ever touched," Julie confessed.

"Well I guess I'm one of the 4 luckiest guys in the world," I said with a chuckle and another pat on her knee, and my hand stayed there for some reason.

"With those other guys, it wasn't like with you. They were just thinking about themselves, but you were so nice and made me feel pretty," Julie said as she put her hand on mine. "Plus, your - you know - dick. It was really neat. Not just because it was bigger than the other ones, it was just like different. Like a work of art."

I had no idea what to say to that, because there isn't anything remarkable about it at all. Just a 64 year old dick that spends way more time pointing down that it used to.

"That's why I came back down here," Julie said as she took her hand off my the one I had resting on her knee and put it on my thigh under my robe. "Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about it."

"Julie," I whispered as she moved her hand into the fly of my pajama bottoms and reached in to find my cock.

"I want to do something to you," Julie said as she slid slowly off of the couch and onto her knees. "Been having dreams about doing it all week. Only did it once before, and I guess didn't do it good either, but I want to try because you won't make fun of me if I don't do it good."

***

I stood up to let Julie take my pajama bottoms down, and before I could sit back down on the couch Julie was kneeling before me and bringing my limp cock up to her face, darting her tongue around the edge of the foreskin and flicking the tip while looking up at me for approval with those innocent eyes.

I ran my hands through her curly red hair, wishing we could have gotten a little more comfortable, but when her mouth opened up and the took the hooded glans into the wet warmth, that was forgotten, and after working her mouth up and down it a couple of times she pulled back the foreskin and ran her lips over the bared bulb.

I was hard in less than a minute, and while Julie might not have been any good at it the first time she did it, she was doing okay on me, with only a couple a minor scraping of the teeth at first.

The visual part of it was even better. The sight of Julie on her knees, with her left hand wrapped most of the way around the base of my cock as her lips moved up and down the rest of my member, was making me weak in the knees. I could see the sparkling of the blue stone in her school ring through the swirl of my salt and pepper curls around it at the stump of my cock, and her braces twinkled when she took my dick out of her mouth and smiled.

I somehow managed to get Julie to let me go down onto the couch before I fainted or something, and I perched on the edge of the cushions and leaned back so I could continue to watch her work.

"That's it," I said as I put my hand over hers and got her to spin it around and she moved it up and down on the part her mouth couldn't reach.

A couple of times she seemed to try and deep throat me, only getting about halfway down the shaft before choking a bit and looking at me sheepishly afterward.

"It's okay honey," I said. "You're doing so good. Feels so great."

Now her right hand was kneading my dangling nut sack while her mouth and left hand started working harder. The "work of art", as Julie had called it, was hard as it was ever going to be, with half of the 8 or so inches glistening with Julie's saliva, and I felt like I wasn't going to be able hold back much longer.

"Honey," I said as I looked down at Julie down between my bony knees. "I'm going to cum soon."

Julie pulled her head back off me but didn't miss a stroke as her right hand came up from my balls and joined the left, pumping up and down my manhood while looking up at me.

"The other time - I choked on it," Julie said.

"You don't have to have me cum in your..."

"Want you to," she said as she looked at the drooling tip of my dick.

"Then put your tongue on the tip when I tell you," I grunted. "It'll block it."

With that Julie's mouth went back down, her head bobbing furiously, and when that right hand went back to my balls and squeezed them, I could hold back no longer.

"Cumming," I groaned as my hands clutched Julie's hair.

Julie's face was red and her eyes were closed when I started to cum, and while she made a little gagging sound once, she never stopped her mouth or hands as I spurted what felt like a whole lot of semen into her mouth.

"Beautiful, beautiful," I was gasping, not only for the way it felt but for the way Julie looked as she seemed to be trying to siphon every drop of semen from me.

Cum was drooling out of the corners of her mouth when I finally pulled her off of my very dead dick and cradled her face in my hands.

"I didn't choke," she said proudly, wiping my cum off of her chin with the back of her hand and then, with a devilish look flicked her tongue to catch the residue around the corner of her mouth.

"No, you didn't. It worked didn't it?" I asked and she nodded. "You're going to make somebody the greatest wife in the world someday."

"Maybe you," she said with a giggle as I pulled her up to hug her.

"You'll do better," I assured her as we embraced, and I kissed her semen encrusted mouth to seal the deal. "You're a treasure."

"You never even got your windbreaker off," I said as I coaxed the zipper down to reveal the matching kitty cat PJ tops.

"I gotta go," Julie pouted as she looked over at the clock. "I snuck out."

"But I want to make you happy too," I said while struggling to my feet as she went to the door, and while she was debating herself about staying, she shook her head and made a face.

"You walked up here," I assumed. "You aren't walking back. No argument. I would be up all night worrying about whether you got home safe."

I tied up my bathrobe and grabbed my car keys on the stand, and then remembered the picture I had dug out.

"Here Julie," I said as I handed her the photo of us in our younger days; me with my ponytail and Grace in all her natural beauty.

"Oh wow!" Julie exclaimed as she looked at the picture and then at me again. "Mrs. Hall - she's so awesome looking, and you. You look like Chris Daughtry."

"Is that good?" I asked, not knowing who she was talking about, and she nodded. "Well, hopefully whoever he is will look better than I do when he gets my age."

"You guys look so cool, and so happy," Julie said, giving the photo another look before handing it back to me. "Must be nice to love somebody and have them love you back."

"You'll find out," I assured her. "You'll see."

***

It was a chilly night but since it was only a bit less than a mile ride the car heater didn't get warm until we were already down the quiet road and at Julie's house.

"I'll pull around and drop you off away from the

front so in case your mother's looking out the window she won't see you getting out of the car."

"The lights are out," Julie said. "Even her bedroom, so she's sleeping. If all the lights were on, that would have been a problem."

The houses were so far apart that there wasn't any chance of any snooping eyes seeing Julie getting out of a car in her pajamas, but I had turned the lights off anyway just in case.

"I don't have to go in yet," Julie said, looking charming in the sift glow of the dashboard lights. "We could talk, if you want."

"Sure. When will the cookies be arriving?" I said, relishing the visit of the cookie girl more than the treats themselves.

"Another week or 10 days," Julie said, sliding closer to me on the seat.

"Well, when you deliver them, maybe you'll let me make you happy like you made me," I said. "There are ways that don't involve - you know."

Julie had already mentioned that she was going to stay a virgin until she got married, or as long as she could hold out, she had quipped, but I didn't think that a tongue counted as a violation of that vow.

"I know," Julie said.

"Did any of those boys?" I asked, and Julie shook her head no. "Did Darcy?"

As soon as I said it, I was sorry I did. She had mentioned her friend Darcy Hamilton that first night, and had suggested that they had played around with each other, but I had no right to say it.

"I'm sorry," I said. "That's none of my business."

"That's okay Mr. Hall," Julie said as she leaned next to me, and I felt her hand digging under my bathrobe. "I trust you, and I know you won't make fun of me or judge me."

"We messed around a couple of times," Julie confessed as her hand grabbed my cock and started to leisurely pull on it in my pajamas. "I'm probably not good at that either. Darcy's better, probably because she's been with another girl before.

I had seen Darcy Hamilton in town last weekend - pleasant looking girl but no Julie, that's for sure. Chubby with big boobs, and when I looked at her I couldn't help think about Darcy and Julie having a sleep over, proving that even at my age I can still dream.

"The thought of you and Darcy together is very erotic," I said. "But I'm afraid that even that image - heck even if the two of you were here together in the front seat - nothing will bring me back to life again tonight."

"It's okay if I play with it, isn't it?" Julie asked, nuzzling into my neck. "I love to play with your dick."

"Be my guest," I said, kissing her softly scented hair.

"Yours is bigger soft that the other ones were hard."

"It doesn't grow much afterward," I reminded.

"Tell my jaws that," Julie said with a giggle. "Guys care about stuff like that, I know. The one guy, his was really small and he kept apologizing for it. I'm like - hey dude - I'm 18 and practically wearing a training bra. Who am I to complain?"

"None of that matters much in the end," I said, the feel of Julie's hand milking my cock making me squirm a bit.

"Are you sure I can't get you hard again?" Julie said with an impish look on her face.

"You are a frisky devil tonight," I said. "Just for that..."

A thought went through my mind as I leaned over towards Julie and started to kiss her neck while my hand went to her pajama bottoms. My life is coming around full circle. Here I was acting like a teenager again, groping a girl in a car while hoping her parents didn't catch me.

"Mr. Hall..." Julie gasped when my fingers popped open the snap of her pajama bottoms, and then my hand sank into what felt like an incredibly lush forest.

She should stop calling me mister. I made a mental note to mention that to her next time as my finger was sliding into a very moist part of her bush, and then inside Julie. Not far, barely penetrating enough to get had her clit, but judging by her reaction, I must have found it.

Julie squealed, a sound muffled because her mouth was over mine, and the noise sounded feral as the nubile lass contorted in the seat, rising up off the fabric and grinding into my hand.

It was over way too fast for me, and while it wasn't my ideal choice of ways to be introduced to Julie's pussy, I couldn't help myself, and judging by the way Julie had driven herself into my fingers as she came, she didn't mind.

"Oh man," Julie whispered in my ear and I embraced her, with my body contorted crazily, my lower half still behind the wheel and my upper half at the passenger side sprawled onto the poor girl.

I knew my body would register a complaint the next morning over this rare athletic maneuver, but I was too busy enjoying it, and when I tried to climb off of Julie she held me where I was. Even after I pulled my hand out of her pajamas she kept hugging me, and a minute after she had her orgasm her body was still quivering with little aftershocks.

"Not exactly the ideal place," I whispered to the still panting Julie, and while I really wanted to get my face down where my fingers had been, I sensed that this was far enough for tonight.

"It was awesome," Julie said, kissing me again before mercifully letting me straighten up. "I would have done it when I got inside anyway, but it wouldn't have been that good."

"It's raining," I said, and moisture had indeed started falling from the rear view mirror and drooling down the inside of the windshield, because the heat created mostly by Julie had turned the interior into a sauna of sorts.

After I wiped down the glass so I could see to get home Julie said goodnight, promising to see me again soon, and as I watched her skip across the yard and into her house I inhaled deeply.

Sex. The sweet scent of pussy filled the car, and the pungent aroma made me smile and had me wishing it would linger like a new car smell did. I put the car in the gear and after I got past Julie's house I turned on the lights and headed down the road savoring the smell.

It got even stronger, and then I realized it was coming from my fingers on the steering wheel. Safely in the driveway, I killed the ignition and brought the index finger to my nose and then into my mouth.

"Art Hall, you are one sick SOB," my conscience said to me, but I was too busy savoring the taste that I sucked too quickly off of my digit to listen to that nonsense, and as I got out of the car and went inside I noticed that I was half hard.

18 again? The way I was experiencing this de-evolution of sorts, I was beginning to suspect that diapers might be coming sooner than I had feared.

***

My back ached like hell for a couple of days, but it was worth it because every time I moved it reminded me of that night in the car. As for the car, it seemed like that smell lingered in there as well, providing another reminder that made it tough to wait those 10 days for those cookies to get delivered.

As it turned out, I didn't have to wait, because on Saturday night, there was Julie at the door.

"What a pleasant surprise!" I said as I let Julie in. "Take off your windbreaker and stay a while.

Julie was wearing the same light blue windbreaker that she had on that last night, and I wanted to make sure I got a good look at her tonight.

"Um - I've got a surprise for you," Julie said mischievously as she played with the zipper of her windbreaker.

"Hope it's not something that will give me a heart attack or something," I said.

"It won't. It's under my jacket."

"Oh. What's under your jacket? Nothing would be nice," I suggested.

"You gotta promise not to laugh," Julie declared. "Or get mad."

"Promise," I said, and when she unzipped the windbreaker, she wasn't wearing anything under it, but what she was so excited to show me what the fact that she apparently hadn't shaved her underarms since I had told her about my late wife's natural days.

"I got Gym class tomorrow and we're playing volleyball, so I gotta shave in the morning so I don't get teased," Julie explained as she showed me how furry she had become in just a few weeks.

"You didn't have to do that for me," I said while reaching over and running my fingers through the burnt orange tuft of hair. "But that was very sweet of you. Now I have to do something for you."

***

Julie was on her back in my bed with her knees up, and I was kneeling between her slender freckled thighs. I had just slipped her panties off, and as they came down the aroma of Julie's sex washed over me, sending tingles down my spine.

On her back, Julie's waif-like body seemed even more boyish, with her tiny breasts almost disappearing with her on her back, but lower down was the clear evidence of her womanhood.

The triangle of hair between her legs - actually it was almost a heart shape, grew high and wide and was lush and soft, and as I knelt there, as naked as Julie with my cock bobbing in front of me, I was sorely tempted to make love to Julie, but instead I bowed my head and let my cheeks fall into the jungle.

Judging by the was Julie reacted from the first moment my tongue slid along her moist opening, either she was incredibly horny or I hadn't forgotten how to eat pussy. Probably a combination of the two. Either way, for the next 11 minutes I proceeded to eat her sweet pussy like I suspect it had never been eaten before.

I only knew how long it was because I had happened to see the clock on the nightstand before I went down on her. By the time Julie had um for the third time - not counting the little orgasms she seemed to have in between the major ones - my tongue and back were screaming at me but I was having the time of my life.

Julie had been squealing, squirming and bucking so hard that I had to practically hold her down by the hips, and even doing that we managed to work our way all over and half off of the bed before Julie came that last time.