Watching Jules Ch. 02

Dew had settled on the grass, offering the morning a slightly moist feel. A light mist hung in the air, the remnants of a bit of rain during the night. The sun was barely out yet, making it seem as if the day was awakening before me... A new day always offers new possibilities. I was leaning against her car, observing the early moments of morning. Her would be Jules, of course. In the fragile silence of the early morning, I was left to thoughts of the night before. My thoughts faded away as she stepped out of her house.

"Hey Jules. Sure you don't mind giving me a ride?"

For an instant a sly smile flickered over her lips.

"Of course not, its no prob."

As she walked towards me, my eyes couldn't help but glance over her body. Her clothing held that ever-present neutral look, a simple black t-shirt and jeans. I no longer had a doubt about the actual beauty concealed under them, and for a moment my lips betrayed my thoughts. A brief smile passed over my lips as I imagined Jules as I had seen her the night before.

"What are you smiling about?" Her lips formed a serene smile as she spoke.

"Nothing...just lost in my own thoughts."

Our eyes met as we both jumped in her car, and a feeling of warmth spread throughout my body. Her misty blue eyes seemed to hold an amused and knowing look...but certainly it was just my imagination. The drive was mostly silent, only the occasional comment breaking the otherwise continuous outpouring from the radio. Upon reaching our destination, we both got out quickly. However before heading our separate ways, she asked...

"So...you want a ride tonight too?"

"Uh, if it isn't a problem I'd be thankful..."

I could swear there was a sparkle in her eyes, similar to the one I had seen the day before...

"Great...meet here at four?"

"Uh...perfect."

I noticed the vague pretense of a smile in the corners of her lips, and felt that warmth spread throughout my body again. My eyes stayed on her for a moment as she walked away, and then I turned away to the boring idleness of my own day. The day passed in an unbearably slow and pointless blur, during which I found my thoughts sporadically shift towards Jules. Her eyes, her hair...and all which I had seen the night before.

Our meeting again at her car came all too slowly, yet was mostly silent, as was the ride back. As we both got out of her car, I found my voice again and heard myself asking...

"Um...Jules, I dunno if you're busy Saturday, but I'd like to take you out or something..."

It is hard to say what shocked me more, my ridiculous fumbling for words or the bluntness with which I had just asked her out... Yet her reaction was anything but cold. That beautiful and slightly teasing smile returned to her seemingly soft lips. I felt that warmth again, anticipating her answer.

"That sounds great...here's my number. Call me."

As she turned away, her hair cascaded over her shoulder. At the sight of this, a smile passed over my lips again. As I looked into my hand at the scrap of paper containing her phone number, the smile broadened. I walked inside slowly, lost in a daze of bliss. Upon entering my room, I simply collapsed on the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment...and fell asleep. I woke up with the usual confusion that accompanies a dreamer leaving the dream, and glanced at the clock. The cold digital reading read 9:37. My mind was lost for a moment...what time had it been when I saw her the night before? Certainly no later than 10... Cursing quietly, I slipped outside into the backyard.

As I looked towards her window, all my eyes found was darkness. Perfect...she's asleep. I turned back to the house and saw the flicker of a light being turned on from the corner of my eye. My eyes immediately honed in on her room and adjusted to the new brightness. She had just entered her bedroom and turned on a lamp on the bedside table. Still clad in the same black t-shirt and jeans she had worn all day, she made her way to her bed. There she paused for a moment, then allowed her fingers to grasp the bottom of the t-shirt and quickly pull it off. Her bra was black and lace, or so it appeared. Before my thoughts could gather, she unhooked and unzipped her jeans with a practiced ease. She then pulled them down her long, shapely legs quickly. As she stepped out of them, my eyes traveled along her body once again. The simple matching black thong and bra she wore may have seemed dull to some, but to me it offered her a very sensual look. The contrast to the innocent look of the night before was very...alluring.

Her hand slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra, which she removed quickly. Her breasts had such a soft, firm look to them...my mind considered the feel of them, and all at once I became fully aware of the erection that was painfully pressing against my jeans. In an instant I removed my jeans and boxers, but I opted to not touch myself until she had done so. My eyes returned to her, and found her lying on her bed. She was digging through a drawer under the bedside table...her searching produced something I would have never expected from her. A very small vibrator was in her hand. I expected for her to put it to use immediately, yet she was apparently in the mood for something a bit slower. She laid the vibrator on her bed gently, and picked up a small matchbox from the bedside table. I suddenly became aware of the five or so candles around her room. She struck a match, and carefully lit each candle before allowing the match to go out.

As she returned to the bed, she picked up the vibrator with one hand and lay back. Her free hand went about the work of kneading one breast with gentle proficiency. The other flicked on the vibrator and began to use it on her pussy through her panties. My hand found my cock and began stroking it slowly, wanting my pleasure to wait for hers. Her underwear was quickly soaked, and she removed it readily enough to allow herself better access to the secrets held within. At first she used her toy to tease herself, obviously nearing her clit but not quite touching it. Her other hand was no longer massaging her breasts, but roughly squeezing them. The sound of her moans was so loud that they reached my ears through the glass...and I could swear I heard a "Chris..." among them...or was I lost in fantasy? The pace of my strokes quickened, sensing her pleasure. Allowing herself the final pleasure, she let the vibrator make contact with her clit. Her response was instantaneous...she thrashed around the bed in wave after wave of pleasure. Seeing this prompted my own orgasm, and again I offered my cum to the bushes that separated our yards.

I watched the object of my growing affections still as she put away her little toy and blew out the candles slowly. Finally, she slipped her thong back on and threw on an oversized t-shirt. With that, she flicked off her bedside lamp... For a brief moment my eyes watched the dark window, then I turned back to my house and entered it in silence. As I entered my room, the phone rang. Cautiously picking it up, I said...

"Hello?"

A quiet, barely audible giggle was my response.

"Jules...?"

"Next time Chris, I think I should get to see you up close..."