Third Times a Charm

[EltonC]

I was with Julie for three separate stretches over a seven year period. We first met in the church youth choir at the beginning of my senior year. I had just turned 18, Julie was a year younger and just for the record, nothing ever happened, not that I didn’t try. Choir was 5-6, youth group was 7:30-9. Lots of the kids went out to dinner, but Julie didn’t so I hung out with her. She was tall and thin, buxom and always wore designer jeans and a halter top with an unbuttoned flannel shirt. Anyway, within a couple of weeks, I had convinced Julie to go off with me to deserted areas of the church and we’d make out. I had gotten a hold of a master key so we could go into locked rooms where we wouldn’t be disturbed. Anyway, any time I tried to slide my hand towards the front of her body, she stopped me. Plus her mom was crazy. She wasn’t allowed to date, I couldn’t go see her on weekday afternoons, and she didn’t like me calling. I was holding out hope that with time Julie would relent, but that didn’t happen and I quit the choir and youth group after about six weeks, she was the only reason I was going! She called me a few times saying she missed seeing me, but I told her that I generally did more on a first date that we had done during our entire time together. Eventually she stopped calling me.

So life went on, I had a good senior year, went away to college and had a great freshman year, 1200 kids in a coed freshman dorm, all glad to be out from under the yoke of their parents. If you wanted to, you got laid a lot. When spring quarter ended, I came home for a week before summer term. I went to a local dance club with a buddy, and there she was, dressed to kill - tight red top and white mini-dress. She saw me and ran over and hugged me and gave me a kiss. We chatted, she was starting college this summer and had enough grants and scholarships that she was getting a place on campus because she was sick of her mother’s shit. After a couple of drinks we hit the dance floor, when the slow set came on we fell into each other’s arms. I maneuvered us over into the back corner of the dance floor where it was darker and we started making out. After a bit, I slowly slid one of my hands on to her side, then up towards her boobs and felt her up for a while. She did not object. I moved us around so the other side was facing the wall and repeated on the other side. At this point, I asked her if she wanted to go back to her place but she said she couldn’t because she was there with friends. But I could come over and see her tomorrow night. She gave me her number and address and told her I would call her the next day, which I did.

She answered the door wearing a pair of gym shorts and a halter top, so much skin! I kicked off my shoes and we stood in the middle of her living room making out, my hands were all over her boobs from the start. Within a couple minutes, I had untied and removed her halter, her boobs were every bit as fantastic as I had imagined. I licked and sucked her nipples for a while and she pulled my shirt off over my head. She started moving us over to her bed, when we got to it she reached down and undid my shorts and pulled them down with my underwear and had me lie down on the bed on my back. She slid her shorts and panties off and climbed on top of me, I moved down so her boobs were in my face, it was my plan to move on down and have her sit on my face. But that wasn’t her plan, she pulled me back up and guided me inside her and we had sex with her on top. When we finished, she rolled over so we were on our sides and when I got hard again, we had another round. Round three was me on top. And thats what we did every time we got together. Not particularly imaginative but still good sex.

One of my grandfathers was doing pretty poorly and my parents wanted me to come home as often as I could. And since coming home meant I would get laid, I came home every weekend. I’d spend the day with the grandparents and head over to Julie’s Saturday night for sex. This went on through the first seven weeks of the quarter, the last three weeks I had a term class - an entire quarter’s class compressed into three weeks. I already had a 15 credit load, the term class added an effective 9 credits - 24 hours is a hell of a lot of credits to be taking and I didn’t have time to make the weekly trips home. I called Julie and she said she understood. I survived the quarter and took a two week vacation with the family when I finished. I was going to come home for a few days before fall term started so I called Julie and her number was disconnected. Directory information had nothing, I contacted a few of her high school friends and none of them had been in touch with her. I asked a couple of guys from the church youth group to keep an eye out for her, but they never had any luck. So she was gone without a trace.

I went back and finished my degree, decided on grad school back at the home town university as they were willing to pay my tuition and give me a stipend for living expenses. It was a top 15 school and probably the best I was going to get. Found a pretty nice apartment close to campus and found out pretty quickly that if I wanted to get any work done, I need to go to the library. First quarter of grad school is all coursework as you aren’t doing any research and that means a lot of work. So I started going to the library every evening for a few hours. It was in the second week, I was leaving the library around 11-11:30 and I see it is drizzling. Luckily, I kept a big umbrella attached to my backpack because I had grown up in this town - it was not uncommon for a sunny morning to turn into a downpour by the time school let out. Anyway, I’m getting my umbrella out and I glance over and see Julie standing just inside the door.

I said something to her, she seemed happy to see me. She said something about not being able to walk home in this, I asked where she lived and she told me. It was only about a half a block from my place so I asked her if she wanted to walk with me. So we set off, turns out she saved close to $100/month by moving into a house with a few other girls and lost my phone number in the move. We were walking pretty close to each other at this point and even had a couple of kisses while waiting at red lights. We got close to her place and I asked if she wanted to come by for a while and she said sure.

We kicked off our shoes and took our backpacks off and were in each other’s arms making out almost immediately. I took her top and bra off and started in on her nipples and she pulled my shirt off as well. I moved her over so she was standing in front of a comfy chair and knelt down, pulled her shorts and panties off and sat her down in the chair. I spread her legs apart, leaned in and started licking her clit. After she came, she stood up, pulled my shorts and underwear off and sat me down and gave me head. It was obvious this was not her first time. After I finished, we went over to the bed, I had her sit on my face. After I came she worked her way down and sucked me off again. After a little break, we had intercourse and she said she needed to get home because it was getting late.

So that was our deal almost every weekday night. We’d meet at the library to study, then head back to my place for a couple of hours of sex. Weekend afternoons and evening were fun as well. While she had added oral sex to her repertoire, she really didn’t have a lot of other experience. Over the next weeks, I introduced her to many new things: doggy style, bondage, having a vibrator used on her, hanging weights from her nipples, tit fucking, ball gags.

So it was a good quarter, we hadn’t really discussed the future at all. Anyway, its Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend and we met up at my place. We were lying in bed after a round of sex and she tells me “we need to talk”. That’s not a line you want to hear. I was thinking this was going to be about commitment, but she said that she was graduating this quarter (which I knew) and had accepted a job. I asked where and she said “Manhattan”. I had always known she was really smart, turns out she was going to work for some big firm doing international finance. She asked if there were any good engineering schools there I could transfer to and I told her I’d look. Turns out there was one really good school that was above my pay grade and a few that were out of the question. So the quarter ends, she graduates and moves to NYC. She came home to see me a couple weekends, but that ended after a couple months. Haven’t seen or heard from her since.