Pete's Weekend Ch. 04

Pete sat beside Julia in her car as they turned out of the cul-de-sac and on to the main road. Both now fully dressed they had raced around the small house eradicating any trace of what had gone on over the last twelve hours then left quietly. Pete was in a good mood; he was certain now that his illicit behaviour with Diana would remain a secret from Andrew and that as long as no more was said about it to Julia, the possibility of a repeat performance was not entirely unlikely. He drummed his hands on his knees and looked out of the window. A thought occurred to him and he laughed quietly to himself.

"What?" Julia asked.

"No, it's nothing," Pete smiled.

"Tell me."

"Well, I know we just got through that by the skin of our teeth and I should be feeling very lucky right now, but, well..."

"What?" Julia demanded turning briefly to look at him and smiling when she saw his mischievous expression.

"Well, I can't help feeling slightly cheated."

"You're kidding me, right?" she exclaimed. "You just screwed your brother's girlfriend, twice, and in all probability got away with it, how have you been cheated?"

"I seem to recall the promise of seeing Diana and your lovely self locked in a sixty-nine, yet here I am without that image seared in to my memory." He chuckled again, knowing he was on thin ice. Julia didn't say a word, she just picked up a street map from the dashboard and whacked it on Pete's thigh with a laugh.

They pulled in to a petrol station and Julia grabbed her purse before opening her door.

"Gotta fill her up-don't even think it." She slammed the door behind her and stepped to the pump. Pete looked around the interior of the car, it was clean. A box of tissues in the back, a bag of sweets on the dashboard and some CDs in a folder on the back seat. He'd met Julia fairly often, but admittedly less so in the last year since he'd been living with Diana and his brother. When Andrew had told him that Diana had a promiscuous lesbian past he'd assumed immediately that Julia had featured heavily in it. He imagined them in a university dorm room together, naked legs entwined, breasts mashed together, soft whimpers of pleasure as they ground their pussies together. He wondered if Julia still had lesbian relationships now, he couldn't recall hearing anything about who she was with, ever. He watched her walk to the squat building across the forecourt and decided that whoever she was in a relationship with was a very lucky person; her legs stretched up to a tight little arse, her thin blouse flapped in the wind reminding him of her back against his chest, her breasts under his arm, they'd been more than a handful, and firm too. She reappeared from the building, clutching her purse and a folded magazine, she smiled playfully as she walked toward the car, her hips swaying a little, the corners of her mouth turning up as if she was enjoying a private joke. Reaching the car she pulled open the door and tossed the magazine on to Pete's lap, it unfolded to show an absurdly perfect female model in a G-string, her nipples covered by two little yellow stars.

"'Lesbo Dreams'" Pete read aloud.

"D'you have any idea how long it took me to find one with two girls in a sixty-nine?" Julia started the car and slipped back on to the road. Pete opened the magazine and began slowly turning the pages. They drove in silence for a few minutes until Pete began reading out a selection from the 'Readers' Letters' page, after a few minutes they were both laughing and Pete was finding it difficult to keep reading.

"I noticed there was a section at the back," Julia sighed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Part four of their Karma Sutra series. Let's have a look at that." Pete flicked to the back of the magazine and then skimmed forward until he found the beginning of the segment. True to the magazine's name every position was posed by two girls. As Pete turned each page Julia would look across.

"I've done that one," she said jabbing randomly at the page closest her. "And that one." Pete turned the page again. "That one's physically impossible," she declared.

"They're managing it," Pete replied.

"Well firstly they're both girls and secondly, d'you see any penetration there? There's no way a guy in that position could get himself inside a woman in that position." As she spoke her finger pointed at the image, as she briefly turned her head.

"I could," Pete argued.

"I doubt it."

"Sounds like a challenge to me," Pete replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you wish it was a challenge," Julia laughed. "Anyway, I don't need you to try an prove to me that it's possible, I know empirically that it' can't be done."

"Empirrily?" Pete asked, doubtful that it was even a word.

"Empirically, from experience," Julia explained.

"Where are we going?" Pete asked, realising they'd run from his brother's house and jumped in Julia's car without any discussion.

"We're going to my place," Julia replied, "and before you get any ideas about what that means, I've got work to do. The only reason you're here is that Diana told us to go and you got in my car with me."

"What am I going to do at your place then?" Pete asked.

"I don't know, walk back to Andrew's, your parents live close to me don't they, go and see them. Y'know you have to talk to them again some when, right?"

"Yeah, some when." Pete closed the magazine and folded his arms.

Julia realised she wasn't the right person to be lecturing Pete about his relationship with his parents and returned to safer territory.

"So, why d'you do it?" she asked. "Sleep with Diana I mean," she continued when he didn't answer.

"Oh, I dunno, it just kind of happened I guess."

"Bullshit Pete, things like that don't just 'kinda happen'. You wanted to right?" Julia gave a nod of thanks as another driver let her pull away from the junction.

"Yeah, I did," Pete replied.

"Did?" Julia echoed, "meaning you don't want to any more?"

"Well Diana's Andrew's girlfriend, I can't really, can I?"

"You couldn't do it the first time, now you've done it once it hardly makes a difference if you do it again." Julia's phone let out a little beeping tone and she lifted it, jabbing a few buttons before dropping back on to the dashboard. "OK, was it good?"

"Yeah," Pete said trying to sound relaxed about it.

"Yeah, that's it, 'yeah', it sounded a lot better than that to me."

"Well why are you asking me then?" Pete sighed, he was getting annoyed with Julia's constant questions.

"I remember when we used to do it at uni, sometimes we'd spend all day in bed together, if Diana is half as good at sucking cock as she was at eating my pussy then you must've had one hell of a fuck."

"You two really slept together at university?" Pete asked, shifting in his seat as the image of the two of them writhing naked on a bed flashed across his mind.

"Yeah, didn't you know that?" Julia shot him a glance.

"I always assumed it was something Diana told Andrew to keep him interested."

"No, we really did. For two years we lived together and we spent a lot of it fucking each other." Julia gave a little smile as she remembered the fun university had been, then turned to ask Pete something and noticed the bulge in his jeans. She smiled to herself again, mischievously. "I loved having Di's face buried in my pussy, we'd get up in the morning and sit on the couch and all I had to do was open my robe and she'd slide on to the floor on her knees and eat me, sliding her tongue inside me, tasting me before crawling up and sharing my juice with me while I jammed my fingers in her hot, begging cunt." As she spoke she cast furtive glances across at Pete sitting silently, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the bulge in his trousers had grown impressively.

They were speeding along a quiet road through the countryside now, twenty minutes from Julia's home-town.

"God, I'd love to get Diana's mouth on me again, now you've got me thinking about it I don't know why we ever stopped. Maybe I'll give her a call later and see if she wants to come over. We could call up some of our other friends, get some whipped cream and have a little orgy." Julia wriggled in her seat. "I'm getting wet just thinking about that." She looked across at Pete again and saw his flushed face, she reached over and squeezed his thigh softly. "I'm just teasing Petey," she giggled. Her hand slid a little further and on to his cock straining in his jeans. "Wow, that really did it for you, didn't it?" she asked trying to squeeze him but failing to get a hold.

"Are you surprised?" Pete replied, finally breaking his silence.

"You like the idea of me and Diana together don't you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push it so far. You probably can't wait to get to a bathroom or something, right?" Pete didn't reply. "You can do it here if you like, there's tissues in the back." Pete turned and looked at Julia with incredulity. "Really," she nodded with what she hoped was a sincere expression. Pete didn't move. "Really, go for it, you haven't got anything I haven't seen plenty of times before."

Hesitantly Pete unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans then began awkwardly shuffling on his seat in an attempt to lower them.

"Here," Julia said, reaching over and pulling the lever to lower his seat, "makes it a bit easier, doesn't it."

In his reclined position Pete found it a lot easier to pull his cock free from his jeans. It sprang out and pointed skywards, already wet. Julia looked over and Pete caught her eye.

"You're wondering if I think it's big, aren't you?" Julia said casually. Pete didn't reply. "I'll say this, it's big enough and from what I heard this morning you certainly know what you're doing with it."

This seemed praise enough and Pete wrapped his hand around his length and began to pump up and down furiously, the images of Julia and Diana locked in a lover's embrace, sweat glistening on their skin. They were both gorgeous now, he could only imagine what they'd looked like when they were nineteen. He imagined he'd been there, walking in on them, then invited to join them, laid on the bed and stripped, first one then two mouths pleasuring his throbbing cock, then a sweet hairless pussy appearing above his face and slowly lowered, his tongue gently probing, tasting the nectar while unbelievable oral acts were performed on his cock.

Julia watched as Pete lay back, his eyes closed, and furiously tugged at his cock. She remembered that after stumbling in to her friend's house the previous night, having failed to find a guy, or a girl for that matter, to bring home with her, she'd promised herself a long, slow session with her vibrator later that day. Pete looked like he was going for some kind of world record, his face red and his hand a blur.

Julia pulled off the quiet road they were on and along a track between the trees, as soon as they'd rounded a corner and the road was out of sight she stopped the car, apparently without Pete noticing. She turned in her seat and watched him for a short while before clearing her throat meaningfully. Pete's eyes opened and he looked across at her, his hand stopped suddenly and his expression dropped.

"What?" he asked, worried about what the reply would be.

"Nothing, I just wanted to watch," Julia replied with a smile. "Carry on." Pete kept his eyes on her as his hand slowly started to move again. "Why is it," Julia began, "that guys insist on yanking on their cocks so hard and fast, are you worried it's your last chance or something?" She noticed Pete had stopped again and was looking at her. "Sorry," she whispered. She watched him start again but a few seconds later felt compelled to continue. "You know how long I took last time I masturbated? An hour and a half, and that's only because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Doesn't it feel a lot better if you take it slowly?"

She reached over and placed her hand on top of Pete's, dictating the pace, stroking him up and down with long, slow movements. Pete opened his eyes again and looked up at Julia kneeling on her seat and leaning over him. His eyes traced over the side of her face and down her obscured neck to her breasts, encased in a tight black tee-shirt under her open blouse.

"Isn't that better?" she asked.

"Much," Pete breathed as he released his grip and moved his hand aside. As he'd hoped Julia's hand gently took hold of him and continued working up and down in a lazy ellipse. He put his arms up and behind his head, intent on enjoying Julia's attention as much as possible.

"Don't think I haven't noticed what's happened," Julia sighed, "I'm not bothered. I don't mind getting you off with my hand, especially if you're learning how to do it properly." Her thumb moved up and swept briefly across his slick head while the rest of her fingers continued their expert machinations. He felt thick and heavy in her palm, it was a good feeling to be in control of him, in control of his cock, while he just lay back. Usually guys wanted to dominate her, they'd be happy to let her jerk them off so long as they could grope her in some way at the same time, or their rough fingers would be trying to work their way inside her jeans, seeking out her pussy and penetrating her savagely.

Pete sighed and Julia looked across at his face, a smile spread across it. With a grin she held her hair aside and lowered her mouth, closing her lips around the head of Pete's cock. It was hot in her mouth and she sucked it briefly before pulling her closed lips away with a soft pop. She looked over at Pete again, his eyes open now and staring at her. She tilted her head to one side and Pete nodded in agreement. With a smile she lowered her head once more, taking as much as she could in her mouth and wrapping her tongue around it before ascending again, dragging her tongue along the base and probing the back of his head with it. He groaned and removed his hands from behind his head, placing them by his sides.

Julia's hand encircled the base of Pete's cock and pumped it softly as she lowered her mouth, enveloping him once more and sucking hard, tasting his leaking juice and wondering why she hadn't done this as soon as they'd got in the car. She bobbed her head up and down, her free hand holding her hair up, partly so it didn't get in the way and partly so Pete could watch her mouth.

"You like me sucking your cock Pete?" she asked, raising her head momentarily. Pete nodded. "Say it," she said.

"I love you sucking my cock," Pete groaned.

Julia raised her head again and gently slapped the thick member against her tongue a few times.

"I love sucking your cock too," she purred, looking him in the eye, "I want you to cum in my mouth Petey, you want to do that?" She dropped her mouth back down and held him tight between her lips while her tongue lashed at his head and her hand pumped him. "You want to shoot your hot cum in to my throat?" she asked, barely removing his cock from her mouth first. "Say it," she ordered.

"I want my cum in your dirty mouth," Pete groaned, "oh god, suck me, harder."

Julia redoubled her efforts; her hand pumping as furiously as she'd admonished Pete for earlier, her lips dragging up his cock and sinking back down while she covered every inch of his pulsing head with licks. As she felt his body tense she quickly withdrew her mouth and flicked her tongue across the underside of his head, causing him to moan loudly.

Pete's eyes were fixed on Julia's talented mouth as the orgasm ripped through his body, closing down on his crotch, and centring on his head as her tongue managed to flip a little switch and give him the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. He watched as his cum shot up and between Julia's lips on to her tongue. She lowered her mouth once more and sucked another spurt out of him, then rose up to lick the last oozing smudges from him. He breathed deeply and watched her clean first him and then her own mouth with her tongue.

Julia sat back in her own seat, her back protesting at the strain she'd put it through by leaning over for so long. It'd been a while since she'd put so much effort in to getting a guy off. She smiled as she looked at Pete's exhausted expression, he looked back at her and managed a smile of his own.

"How was that?" Julia asked.

"Breath-taking," Pete replied.

"You're telling me," Julia said with a grin and a sigh.

"It was, mind-blowing." Pete gave her a broad smile and tucked his cock back inside his boxer shorts and sorted out his jeans.

"So, how long after you cum can you usually get erect again?" Julia asked as she turned the key in the ignition. Pete laughed.

"Why?" he asked. "I guess it'll be a little while yet, that was my third today, maybe an hour or so."

"Good, we're going to my place now. And my work'll have to wait until tomorrow."