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My name is Julia Crossings. I was 22 and in the graphic designer program at North Bridge College. Life was pretty good. I was getting good grades. I guess I was OK looking. I didn't have a boyfriend, nor did I want one. Life was pretty humdrum. That is until one guy stepped into my life. He had moved to my town and...he sat by me in all my classes.
His name was David Bentmore. There was something about this guy. He was cute, fit, intelligent, sensitive and not a half-bad listener. I know what you're thinking. He was Prince Charming. Well, you’re wrong. Prince Charming had something he didn't...charm.
What was absolutely amazing about this guy was that he had this incredible ability to reel you in. He was different. He had his own ideas, his own way of looking at things. He knew what to say and how to say it. He made you feel like there was absolutely nothing you could tell him that would offend him, hurt him, or make you any less than what he already thought of you.
I had a certain level of trust with him. Maybe too much. He never went back on his word, and I have to admit, I did. But after a while of knowing him, he had something that I didn't know...an ability to see right through my BS.
Why did I stay his friend?
Because I was in love with him. He had most of the qualities part of me longed to be with all the time, but I knew in the long run, that wouldn't be enough for me. I knew that it wasn’t worth getting my hopes up because if I wanted him, chances are he didn’t want me. Most men think of me as friend material. Trying to be independent, but secretly wanting a man in my life, can be a real bitch.
The phone rang. I picked it up. It was that oh-so-familiar voice. David.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Julia.”
“Oh, not much. How about you?”
“I've just been thinking a lot.”
“What's on your mind?”
“Well, I've been thinking about how much I want a boyfriend.”
I’m so good at throwing men off the scent of my secret desperation.
“Oh no, not this again. Are you sure this time?"
Yeah. Last time I had the urge to go on a brief and fruitless search for a guy, it didn’t go so well. Let’s just say, he was good looking and I felt insecure. I didn’t make it through the date because I had to excuse myself so I could go get myself off with the small vibrator I carry in my purse in the bathroom (and calm myself down). Sometimes my fantasies beat the quest for the real thing, and I just get so worked up about it, I have to go give myself an orgasm. In this case, three.
So, there I was, in the bathroom, vibrator in hand, thinking about David. I was thinking about him being so hot and bothered by my presence that he drags me into the bathroom stall of the women’s room and proceeds to plunge two fingers into my already soaking panties and rub my clit ferociously. I knew he was going to fuck me quickly and it was going to be an amazing, sweet release.
Actually, in most of my fantasies, I prefer slow foreplay followed by a slow and explosive orgasm including fucking until my knees are weak, my cum dripping down my leg, and I’m panting and crying out “oh God, I’m cumming, you can stop fucking me because I can’t come anymore.” Anyway, back to David fucking me in my fantasies.
His fingers are gently pulling and tugging rapidly at my clit and he kisses me to keep my moans down. Luckily, no one else is in the bathroom.
“Oh God, yes, David, I need to be fucked.”
“I see that. Your panties are so damn wet, Julia. Is that how hot I make you?”
“Hotter, baby-UGH!!!”
He’s already lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, his tongue parts my pussy lips and licks furiously at my clit. His lips hold my clit while his tongue rhythmically lashes at it.
“Fuck David, if you keep that up, I’m going to come in, like, a minute, but I want to cum on your cock instead.”
He stops licking.
“I want to make you cum with my cock, too.”
He lifts my legs up with his muscular arms and pins me against the wall of the stall as his tongue opens my lips and tangles with mine. He continues to kiss me while-
“Oh shit, David, ahhh, yeeeee-essss!!!!!”
I suck in my breath as he buries his cock in my pussy.
“Fuck, Julia, God, fuck yes!”
He feels my pussy walls contracting and pulling him in deeper. He eyes roll back in his head a bit. Seeing him like this, I have a small orgasm. I let out a small gasp.
“Huu-uggh-(panting)-aa—mmmm-haa yeah baby-”
“Hold on, baby, don’t finish coming, it’s never as good until I make you cum.”
“You’re so right David, make me cum. I want you to fuck me until I cum.”
He starts to pump in and out of me slowly, but picking up speed very quickly.
“Mmm-Julia—baby—fuck yes—ah!—that’s what’s I want—ugh!—to-ah-UMMPHH-yeah!—make you cum.”
“Yes...hu-ugh!...oh God, oh God, oh God...”
My hips are bucking into his as I straddle his cock while he continues to thrust into me against the wall. My hips are moving faster and his picks up the pace, meeting mine, and we start to nearly slap into each other.
“Fuck!—-AHHHHH!...I’m coming, I’m coming, Oh God...”
“Yes!!-FUCK!-Come for me, Julia, come hard—MMMPH!”
Then, the tip of his cock finds my g-spot, hits it once—twice—and then I can’t hold back anymore. Luckily, the bathroom is still vacant.
“AaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! I’m cummmmmmiiiinnnggg!”
I scream softly, panting and gasping for breath.
“Fuck, Julia, fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk—-uuuugggghhhhh—Fuccccccckkkkkk!”
He begins to cum in my pussy.
“Huuuu-UUUUU-uuuu-UUUUUUUUUghhhhhhhh-Uggghh-aaaaAaahhhh—uuh-uuh-uhh-yyeaah—yeah—-uughhh-ughhh-ughh—oohhhhhhhoooooo.”
We both cry out one more time and then as I collapse on him he gently pulls me down to the floor.
“Fuck, David, that was amazing.”
“Julia, you’re so damn amazing. I came so hard.”
Meanwhile, back in reality, my pussy was clenching as I stroked my clit a few more times with my vibrator and, as I tried to keep my gasps down—-just-a-few—-more—-buzzes-FUCK!
I let out a small squeal and covered my mouth with my hand as my orgasm came crashing down. I calmed down, wiped off my toy to be cleaned later, and put it back in my bag.
When I came back to my date, Jared was not too happy. I sat at our table feeling satisfied, and he could smell my insecurity. After that awkward meal was over, I never saw him again.
Yes, it is what you think. My interest in David was an insatiable craving I would never satisfy. Meanwhile, back at the phone conversation:
"Well I might be able to do a little favor for you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I just might be able to hook you up again."
That's when I lost my sensibility.
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Yeah. So, anything specific you're looking for?"
You.
“I trust you know what you’re doing.”
"Well, I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks so much!"
"No problem."
Yey! I’ve got myself another David distraction.
