Watching Jules Ch. 01

Note: This is a very slightly edited posting of my first erotic story attempt. Can't say its the best, but for the sake of nostalgia I thought I'd post the series and see if I can't bring it back to life. Not the quickest pace, so probably not everyone's taste. Here goes...

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Jules had moved next door to me about three weeks ago. To say she was a bit shy would be a massive understatement. As far as I had seen she didn't have any friends yet. I suppose that isn't so abnormal, but she didn't even try to change that. She wasn't what I would call anti-social...she just seemed to keep to herself. The quiet-type maybe, but with a few words somewhere behind the silence. All these thoughts rushed through my mind as I jumped out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride man."

"No prob...you owe me one though." Joe said with a sneer.

My car had broken down over the weekend, so I was at the mercy of my friends for rides. As Joe sped off in a cloud of smoke, my eyes returned to Jules. I quickly looked her over, before her gaze met mine. Her clothing was incredibly basic, simple jeans and a bland, gray t-shirt. It was almost as if she had gone out of her way to look as unnoticeable as possible, a definite change from the girls I was used to. Yet under all the basic clothes lay some hidden potential. A good body (although it was hard to get a good feel for the quality of her tits or ass), but what caught me was her hair. She had this long, black hair that went about three inches past her shoulders. For a brief moment, which honestly surprised me, I wondered what it would feel like to bury my face in it... All at once my thoughts were cut off as her eyes met mine. Her eyes were a misty blue, something I must admit I find irresistible. A soft, slow smile passed over her lips. I felt a bit...entranced.

"Hey Jules."

"Hi Chris...if you needed a ride, I could have given ya one."

"Heh, I didn't even think about it. Would you mind giving me one tomorrow morning?"

I could swear her eyes lit up for just a second...

"Sure, no prob. Later"

"Thanks. Later"

With a turn of her head, her hair cascaded over her shoulder and she walked away. I went inside, to my room, and basically just hung out for a while. Later that night, after a shower, I was lounging around outside in the darkness...engaging in certain illegal practices which I won't delve into (here's a hint, it involves inhaling...). Due to the heat, I choose to simply stand in my boxers, admiring the slowly appearing stars. Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I quickly looked to it...and saw Jules walking into her room. I was going to look away (or maybe I wasn't, but at least I considered it for a moment)...but she slipped off her shirt and instantly had my full attention. She was wearing a rather plain white bra, probably cotton, which seemed to attract my eyes. As she stepped out of her jeans, she revealed matching panties. Although such lingerie would normally be considered childish, on her it offered a look of innocence that was quite tempting. She was somewhat full figured, probably a C cup. After a brief pause, she reached to her back and unhooked her bra.

Quickly slipping it off, her hands cupped her now bare breasts and squeezed them softly. My thoughts paused. Was she...really masturbating? As her eyes closed and her head tilted back, her pleasure became all the more apparent. Her nipples quickly hardened...they were that beautiful kind that just begged to be sucked on. I was already getting very hard, all seven inches pressing uncomfortably against my boxers. Removing them quickly, I began slowly stroking myself while watching the little show Jules was unknowingly offering me. Her hands still lingered on her breasts, occasionally pinching one of those perfect little nipples. One hand began to slide down her stomach slowly, under the waistband of her panties, and inside to greater, hidden delights. Even in the dim light, I could see the wet spot on her panties. She began squeezing her breasts almost roughly, and I began to quicken my strokes. Jules pulled her hands away from her body, temporarily halting her pleasure. She quickly pulled down her panties, exposing a tiny triangle of hair that almost drew my eyes away from her dripping pussy. She quickly went back to pleasuring herself, using two fingers slowly on her pussy and her thumb on her clit. My eyes danced over her body, taking in every second of the show that she was giving. As her other hand began to massage one breast again tenderly, I could see an unmistakable look of pleasure in her eyes. The look in her eyes was that of a woman only a moment before a much needed climax. As she began to slowly thrash around her bed in her bliss, I was overtaken by a massive orgasm that left me breathless.

After cumming on the bushes between our yards, my eyes made their way back to her beautiful body. She lay on her bed for a minute or two, both hands back on her breasts. I watched in silence as she fondled them for a moment, and then slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Finally accepting the end of the show, I slipped back inside and fell asleep. As I fell asleep, I couldn't help but wonder what the next few days would bring...