Julia’s first fuck

This is my first story, so please tell me what you think!


Julia was a fifteen-year-old freshman. She was a little over “5’2”, and had a knockout figure. She was one of those petite, curvy girls. She had 32C tits, and tiny waist that faded into a perfectly round ass. She had an angular face with full lips, and creamy ivory coloured skin. Long chestnut brown hair tumbled down her back. But her most striking feature where her eyes. They were large, intelligent and bright blue, half-hidden under a fan of dark lashes. Ben was the quarterback, the popular guy. He had a blonde head of floppy hair; he was tall and muscular, and always seemed to have a cocky grin on his face. He was senior.

Julia had been getting ready for her first lesson when Ben had sauntered up to her.
“Hey.”
Julia tried to ignore the way her heart sped up.
“Hey.”
She stood in uncomfortable silence.
“I heard you aced the last Spanish test.”
She nodded. Julia planned on majoring in languages.
“I did.”
He grinned. “I practically failed. I was wondering…”
“Yeah?” Julia tried not to sound too eager.
“Well I was wondering if you could tutor me. I know midterms are next week though, so if not that’s fine I guess.”
Julia’s heart sank. It was about tutoring.
“Sure. When do you want your first lesson?” She kept her tone light.
He smiled and for just a second, his eyes flicked up and down her small frame.”
“Friday. Is your place alright?”
Friday. On Friday, her parents were going to be out of town.
“Yeah that works. What time?”
The bell started ringing madly.
“Right after school.” He grinned that confident grin of his. “See you then.”
And then he disappeared through the crowd, leaving Julia blushing at her locker.
Friday morning came, and the day passed in a blur of excitement for Julia. The final bell came, and Julia rushed home, and changed out of her uniform. She chose a green tank top, and didn’t wear a bra. She slid a denim mini skirt on, and decided to stay bare foot. She shook her long hair out. She dug through the piles of homework on her desk, her arms laden with textbooks that she set out on the kitchen table. She decided to take her mind off the butterflies swarming her stomach by going over some of the material she planned to show Ben. A moment later, the doorbell rang. Julia padded over to the front door, and could see through the glass that it was Ben. She opened the door and smiled. He’d changed out of his uniform too. He wore a pair on jeans and a yellow polo, but he made it look amazingly sexy. Julia realized she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her skirt.
“C’mon in.”
She opened the door wide and Ben passed through.
“The kitchen?”
“Yep.”
Julia took a seat, and Ben sat next to her, scooting his chair so close that they could feel the heat coming off each other’s bodies.
“So.” He said.
“So.” She said back, meeting his gaze, with an eyebrow raised.
Julia began with adjective agreements. It seemed that Ben didn’t know the basics, and that was where his problems were based.
“So, if you want to say that something feminine is red, you’ll change rojo to roja.”
“What if I’m making the noun plural?”
“Well if it’s going to be plural and feminine, then you’ll change it to roja, and then add an ‘s’. Get it?”
He lifted his eyes to hers.
“I think so.”
“Awesome.” Julia smiled. She liked teaching him.
“Let’s take a break.”
They both stood, and Julia walked around the island, and pulled the fridge open. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open, surveying its measly contents. She grabbed a beer.
“You wanna drink?”
He ached an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you broke rules.”
“Who said I did?”
He grinned.
“Your parents aren’t here. Do they know you’re alone with a guy?”
Julia pulled the top off and took a sip of the amber liquid.
“So you don’t want a drink then?”
He grinned, and Julia tossed his a bottle. Julia hopped up onto the island, and let her legs dangle as she sipped. She liked the feeling that the alcohol gave her.
“Aren’t you friends with that Tonya girl?”
Julia nodded, thinking of her funny friend.
“Yeah, why?”
“She’s going to prom with Conner.”
“Yeah. She never shuts up about it.”
They finished their beers, but didn’t want to go back to work.
Julia sighed.
“Well. Back to work then.”
She hopped down, and tossed her reached to throw her beer bottle in the bin, but Ben was blocking it.