Julie on top, sometimes

JULIE’S ON TOP, SOMETIMES


Sometimes, you get what you need, even if you didn’t know you needed it.
I’d been dumped by my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago, and I was feeling rejected, lonely, and kind of low, so I decided to head down to the bar to have a couple, and perhaps meet someone new. I didn’t need any more emotional baggage, so I sat on a stool between two others, distancing me from a direct conversation with the other ‘poor and lonely’ people. I thought I would just have a few to try to mellow out over what I had just been through with the woman I gave my life to (I thought), so I ordered a draft. It was flat, and the glass was NOT frosted. ‘Well’, I thought to myself, ‘I will drink the drink I paid for, and head to the store and buy myself a six-pack, I have frosted glasses at home in the freezer, and even if this damned beer cost me $3.00, I won’t waste it by leaving NOW—
I sat at the bar nursing my beer, and a guy sat down next to me and ordered the same thing I had.
“I wouldn’t”, I told him. “The draft’s kind of flat”.
“Hey, thanks”, he said. “Let me buy you one in a bottle, for warning me! Bartender, two of these, but bottles!”
“You didn’t have to do that”, I said to him, “but, thanks. I’m Chris.” I held out my hand, and he shook it. “My name’s Eric”.
A couple of beers later, we were talking about stuff—cars, football, the elections. The subject of women came up, and I told him about my breakup.
“Yeah, I’m kind of worried about my girl, too”, he said. “We got in a fight, and I’m in the doghouse right now.”
“What’d you fight about?”, I asked. “With mine, it was the money thing.”
“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing—”
I said, “As far as I have heard, ‘The bigger the checkbook, the bigger the dick look’. I wasn’t man enough because I don’t make enough money! You’d think that 40 grand a year was enough, but her new boyfriend makes 70 grand—”
Eric said, “No, nothing like that. She wanted to try something different, you know, in bed, and I don’t want to do that.”
“What could be so bad? Is it something like S & M, or weird bondage games?”, I asked.
Eric had another swig of beer, turned to me, and said, “I’m kind of embarrassed about this, but Julie said she wants to try being on top when she does it. I’ve always been the one in charge, and it freaked me out. One thing led to another—” He had another swig from his bottle, and looked away, staring at the game playing on the T.V. mounted in the corner of the wall.
“Well, if it helps, I’ve had a couple of different girlfriends that liked that. Actually, it’s kind of a break to let them do all the work for once!”
Eric turned to me, and asked, “Chris, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot”, I replied.
“Julie’s really messed up about this. It’s like she NEEDS this, or she’ll die of frustration. It’s not that I don’t want to please her, but I just CAN’T do that for her! Are you ‘clean’, Chris?”
“If you mean, have I taken a shower, I took one this morning, but as far as STD’s go, I have none, and none of my ‘former’ girlfriends had any either.”
“Good, that’s a relief. Julie’s healthy, too.”
“What are you asking me?”, I said.
Eric reached for his wallet, and pulled out a picture. The dog-eared photo was of a beautiful blonde, I’d guess about 27 or 28 years old, with a skimpy white bikini on. It showed the navel up, and her breasts were firm, round, and had protruding nipples through the fabric of her top. Her soft freckled shoulders led up to a gorgeous, classic face with a small but straight nose and almond-shaped brown eyes. Clear skin, and beautiful, full blonde hair flowing over her shoulder blades–her tan was almost golden, but not TOO dark to hide a birthmark on her left shoulder, a small mole—full lips, and the look in her brown eyes was full of mischief, surprise, and a kind-of ‘bedroom eyes’ glance, all at the same time. I was stunned by this picture, and I felt my cock begin to thicken, even though I was in a bar—
“I’m afraid that I might lose her over this. She told me that either I let her be on top, or find someone who will. If you think that you could do this—”
“Eric, she’s beautiful! If she was single, I’d try my best to get in her pants, but you ARE her boyfriend, and I wouldn’t want to—”, I assumed.
“I’m totally O.K. With this.”, Eric said. “I’m asking you, would you PLEASE have sex with Julie? It would really help me out. You have to let her be on top, and do what she wants!”
“I haven’t even met her.”, I replied.
Eric got his cell phone out of his pocket, and dialed a number. He talked for a few seconds, and handed the phone to me. “Introduce yourself.”, he said.
“Is this Julie? I’ve heard so much about you—”
Julie and I talked for a few minutes on the phone. Her voice was so delicate, yet slightly husky and sexual. She ended with, “Tell Eric to bring you home to me. I need to meet you and get to know you MUCH better!”
I was a little nervous when I said to Eric, “Tell me where you live. I’ll follow you home.”


It was one of the nicer homes in the area. The garage doors swung open, and Eric motioned me in to the open stall. The doors swung shut, and we got out of our cars. We went through the door in to the kitchen area, and Julie was standing at the sink, rinsing out glasses. My first view of her was her bottom, and she had a really, honestly HOT ass! Tight, firm, and the sweat pants were clinging to all the right curves! She turned around, and asked, “Can I get you fellas a beer?” She turned and walked to the fridge, and I got a shot of the wonderful walk she had, with each bun lifting and shaking in stride! My hard-on was beginning right then, and I tried to hide it from them both, as I had never had this happen so suddenly, but the thought of her firm shapely ass pumping on my cock as I was laying on my back naked was too arousing—
Ignoring Eric, she walked right up to me, put her hand on my upper arm, and leaned in. “I’m Julie. Chris, if there’s anything I can do to help you, just let me know—” She kissed me on the cheek and leaned in to my ear. I heard her whisper, “Nice bulge”, and she reached down and grabbed my ass-cheek. “Ooh, nice ass, too.” leaning back, she said, “I really liked talking with you on the phone, Chris.” She took my right hand with hers, and shook it, girl-like. “It’s really good to meet you!”
I looked at Eric, and he said, “I think you two should get to know each other a little better. I’m going to go watch T.V. In the living room. Remember, do what she says, Chris.” With that, he turned and left.
I heard Julie say, “I’m really glad Eric left. I’m SO horny, and I want to let you know that I’m not usually so forward, but I NEED it SO bad—” She kissed me on the lips, and we twined our tongues together. I wasn’t expecting this much, so fast, but I went with it anyway, soon responding with an embrace that slowly built in to a full-on make-out session. This lasted for a couple of minutes. She was really better than the picture, and her thin waist and the curve of her back were too much for me! Her waist was thin and firm, and the small of her back in the feeling from my fingers was beckoning me to explore further. She reached down and stroked my hardening penis, pulled away from our kiss, and said, “I’m kind of a clean freak! Come to the bathroom with me!”
Mutual showers were always a turn-on for me, so I gladly followed her out the other door and through the well-decorated hall, as she led me by the hand to the ‘bathroom’.
The bathroom was something really special in itself. Full-length mirrors graced the walls, and there was a soaker tub, as well as a separate shower stall and double vanities. A door led to another room, and I asked, “Where does that go?”
“Silly, that’s the toilet room!”, she replied.
She clicked the door latch shut, and locked the door. “It’s our private time now”, she said. She turned her back to me, and took off her flowered top and sweatpants, in a kind of strip-tease motion. Underneath, she had on a pink leotard that clung tightly to her ass and back- soft pink spandex.
“Your turn. I have MY underwear on for you. Let’s see yours!”
I quickly, yet not nearly as gracefully, stripped down to my black briefs.
She reached out and put her delicate hands on my chest, stimulating my nipples. “Ooh”, she said, I am going to enjoy reaching out for these—”
Again we made out, and our kisses seemed to be more passionate, somehow.
She said, “I need to be in charge. Can you understand?”
Julie”, I whispered in her little ear, “I am so horny, and so overwhelmed by you! I have NEVER met any girl like you, and I will do anything you say! I would LOVE to be the guy that satisfies you this way!”
“Are you SURE you want this?”, she said, as she reached for me again.
“Is the Pope Catholic? Does a bear shit in the woods? You are SO hot, and beautiful—”
“I’m not like the other girls you have been with.”, she replied.
I stood back for a few seconds and examined her body. Classic girl, all the way. Perhaps a little more meaty-looking vagina, but that was a turn-on too. I had yet to touch her there-
“I’m going to ask you to take off your briefs now”, she said. “Is that O.K. With you?”
I grabbed the waistband with both hands at my hips, and stripped for her. “Is this the answer you wanted?”
Turn around!”, she ordered.
I complied, and she got a view of my buttocks, and put a soft hand on the small of my back. “Bend over, Chris. I want a view from the bottom up—”
She pushed me up against the twin vanity, and I bent over for her. I felt her run her finger down the crack of my ass, until it reached my asshole. “Look at my face in the mirror. I want to give you an enema. I like my men as clean as I am. Will you do this for me? I’ll be gentle, and I promise you will enjoy it!” She massaged my ass, taking her finger away and lubing it with a dollop of Vaseline on the counter. She continued, “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You are different, aren’t you, Julie?, I said. My cock and balls were tingling by this time, and the attention she gave my anus was quite stimulating. “If the enema feels as good as your finger—”
“Hold still, right there. This will only take a second.” She produced a pre-prepared quart bag, hose, and nozzle from the cupboard underneath the vanity, and said, “I got this ready for you while you were driving here from the bar. I hope you aren’t too shocked . It’s warm, and I enjoy these myself. I just LOVE being clean inside—”
“Hold still, lover. Here it comes—” With that, she inserted the nozzle in my ass. She gently pressed it in a couple of inches, pulled out a little, and pushed it back in, all the way up. She rotated it in a swirling motion, and I couldn’t help but moan, a little. This was totally new to me, and the sensations were great, and embarrassing at the same time. “Now, I’m going to fill you up, Chris.” With that, I heard the clamp release, and the warm, smooth sensation that I had never felt until then filled my intestines! She said, “O.K. Clamp down, because we don’t want any mess.”
I said, “What do you mean?”
“Tighten your muscles, baby!”

As the bag drained in to my insides, the feeling was a little painful, but in some undiscovered ways, a turn-on, as well. Julie reached down between my legs, and massaged my balls and penis, and ran her fingers up my cock. She milked my cock head, and the clear fluid she found there was a turn-on for her. “Mmmm. That’s sexy! Do you know what this is called?” she said. “This is prostate juice. I love this when it happens to me—”
With that, she stripped off her leotard. I watched her in the mirror as she revealed her firm, size 37 tits. The picture I saw in the bar didn’t do them justice!