Watching Jules Ch. 03

I awoke suddenly, the sound of thunder bringing me awake with ease. I've always been a fairly deep sleeper, but something this loud managed to bring me back from the world of dreams quickly. The sound of rain wasn't the soothing, slow fall I was used to. Rather, it was the harsh, jagged fall of a full storm. Tossing aside my blankets, I stood up and stretched to my full extent before heading for the bathroom. After emptying out my bladder, I took a quick shower. The warmth of the water helped me relax a bit, but as my thoughts slipped to previous night, a certain...problem...managed to arise. Thoughts of Jules filled my mind, and a state of arousal accompanied it... I finished my shower as quickly as possible, and managed to ignore the problem. As I left the shower and went through the other various morning tasks, my thoughts managed to return to Jules again and again. Something about her entranced me, something in her eyes and smile that held my heart in a loving grip.

The lights flickered, bringing me out of my Jules-inspired daze. A few loud claps of thunder followed and the lights went out...and stayed out. After letting a few choice words slip out into the silent darkness that now surrounded me, I fumbled around until I managed to find a flashlight. Flicking it on, I felt the sudden urge to find Jules. It was almost like an alarm in my head, something I didn't notice until it was triggered. Yet suddenly it was directing all my thoughts to her, along with a strong feeling of panic...

I jogged outside, and was struck by a sudden wave of heat. Humidity I suppose, but whatever it was made it feel unbearably hot. The storm may have had the sound of fury in it, but the rain that poured on me was cool and refreshing. I ran to her front door, and by some miracle managed not to fall and injure myself in the process. I began to bang on the door with my fist, making all the noise I could. It was stupid...in this storm she almost certainly wouldn't hear me at the door. Still, her failure to answer gave my growing panic a much more serious tone. I checked the doorknob, and of course it was locked. Without thinking, I kicked the door as hard as I could. I felt it give a little, but it held strong. I would have laughed if I wasn't so worried. It must have looked like a failed stunt from some B-list movie. My next thought barely entered my mind before I decided to go through with it.

I stepped back a few steps, charged at the door with all the speed I could get, and shifted all my weight. My shoulder hit the door hard, and I felt it give with a sound something like a loud crunch. A sudden dull pain appeared in my shoulder as I lost my balance and fell to the floor. After a moment on the floor, I stood slowly on slightly aching legs. The pain in my shoulder distracted me from my legs, but after making sure there was no blood I didn't care. I did the best I could to close the door (or rather, close the opening where the door had stood). I headed in the direction I thought her room was, as watching her through her window had offered me some idea of which direction to head in.

Using the flashlight I searched vaguely around as I walked. Entering her bedroom, I ran the flashlight across what appeared to be something dumped on her floor. A strong feeling of dread appeared in the pit of my stomach and grew quickly. As the light touched the mass on the floor...I saw it was Jules. She was unconscious, and bleeding from a slight cut on her forehead. Taking great care, I picked her up and laid her on her bed. After a short search in her bathroom, I returned to her bedside carrying a washcloth. I carefully cleaned away the blood on her forehead...and saw that the cut was minor and had already stopped bleeding. Still I worried... My eyes, upon a less rushed examination of her body, saw she was still in her pajamas from the previous night. Something about the t-shirt and thong she wore was just...sexy in its own way. I reached towards her and let my hand touch her cheek, and felt a slow reassurance enter my body as my hand rested there. The light from the flashlight began to dim and flicker, and within a moment I was left to darkness. I cursed into the darkness, but with my hand still resting on her cheek I felt the anger leave as quickly as it appeared.

My eyes began to adjust to the darkness quickly enough, and my lips found their way to her own. It was a soft kiss...not one of lust, but of love. I wish I could say her eyes opened then, like some fairy tale princess awakened by a kiss...but it took at least two hours for her to return to consciousness. I can't say exactly how long it was...I didn't leave her side again until she woke up.

Her eyes blinked open slowly and uncertainty. My hand still rested on her cheek, and she placed her hand over mine.

"You fell...I think you're okay, you just have a minor cut."

"Chris...how long was I unconscious?"

"I'd say about two hours, maybe three..."

"You've been with me that long?"

"I...was worried about you."

Her eyes were locked on mine, and she smiled. That irresistible smile, that awoke warm, loving desires deep inside me...and gave root to some much more lust-based desires. Without thinking, I leaned down and softly kissed her lips. She responded quickly, returning the kiss with more passion than I expected. Her kiss was warming, and inviting. My fingertips barely lifted the bottom of her shirt, allowing my hand to slide under the soft fabric. My hand quickly found its way to one of her breasts, softly fondling the tender flesh. Her nipples quickly hardened, responding to my touch. She pushed me away as her lips left mine, a teasing smirk appearing on her lips immediately.

"Jules...?"

"Chris, you've seen me twice...now it's my turn to see you."

As she spoke, her hands unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them off slowly, not in any apparent rush. I quickly removed my t-shirt, leaving myself with just the boxers covering my body. The room was very dark, but that teasing smirk was still clear on her lips. She opened a drawer in her bedside table, and pulled out a small box of matches. She handed them to me, and all at once I remembered the candles from the previous night. Without a word, I walked around the room and lit the candles. After lighting the last candle, I turned to her. She was now sitting upright, with her fingers barely under the edge of her shirt. When our eyes met, she began to lift it slowly. I was overwhelmed by how beautiful and sexy she looked in the candlelight. I wanted her more than any words can explain, yet I stood still. As her breasts came into view, my eyes remained locked on her own. As beautiful as her body was, her eyes held me captivated. Finally, she finished removing her shirt, and she tossed it carelessly to the side. I stepped towards her, and our lips met again. What our second kiss lacked in passion, it more than made up for in warmth and love. As the kiss ended, her teeth softly pulled on my lower lip.

"Chris, did you feel that?"

"Yes..."

"I...I love you."

"I love you, too, Jules."

Her hand rested softly on my chest, and gently pushed me back. She motioned for me to sit at the end of her bed. Before doing so, I removed my boxers. I stood out at seven inches, making it unbearable to continue wearing them a moment longer. As I sat down and turned my attention back to her, I saw her eyes staring at how hard I was. Her lips hung slightly open, as if they had frozen halfway through making a word. Before I could speak, she awoke from her semi-daze. Her lips slid into that teasing smirk I was becoming very familiar with.

"Come now, Chris...now its my turn to watch."

My fingers wrapped around my cock, and began to work their way into a slow stroking pace. My eyes traveled across her body, taking her in as readily as each breath of air. When my eyes again returned to her own, her tongue slowly traveled across her lips. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my own lips, as I wondered how her tongue would feel caressing the head of my cock. She began massaging her own breasts, squeezing them softly for me. I wanted nothing more than to touch her, to be with her...and as she moaned, I felt a desperate desire to be the cause of that moan. My strokes were quickening, trying to keep up with the passing minutes as we each intently watched the other. My eyes slid to her thong, where a small wet spot was beginning to form. I couldn't help but smile. She removed them with her own smirk, and tossed them at me. Her fingers began to explore herself, and my eyes watched...my mind filled with thoughts of replacing her fingers with my own cock. Her moans were becoming louder and quickening, and my own strokes we still increasing in speed. I felt orgasm nearing for both of us, and bit my lower lips without thinking. Her response was a quiet, yet clear whisper.

"I'm so close, Chris...I want to cum with you."

I moved closer to her, my strokes at a near frantic pace now. Her eyes closed, and her lips released this moan of sheer pleasure. Her orgasm triggered my own, and I began to cum. After a moment, we kissed again. In those serene few minutes after our mutual orgasms, we kissed again and again...soft, loving kisses. My fingers ran through her hair slowly, loving its silky, luxurious feel. I was in heaven...and we both fell asleep.