Julie

I have known since I was very young, I was attracted to girls. That said I wasn't that sort of lesbian that automatically broadcast that I was gay. I kept a slim athletic build and always tried to look feminine.

Recently I have been trying a new look, cutting my short but not too short, and going blonde. I’ve taken to wearing sports tops that showed off my abs, my best feature. My breasts are still little more than large pimples, but my prominent nipples look good in a tight top. I remembered back in my early years of high school when I worried about my tits as they remained flat during much of it, and I received no attention from the boys.

I was living in a small house not far from my university (where I am one of the stars on the women’s soccer team). I live with a girlfriend of mine and another guy, Jack.

Classes were over for the week, and I was looking forward to a peaceful Friday evening. Just then I heard the door shut downstairs and a bunch of giggles, this could only be Jack and his girlfriend, and this was bad. A bit older than me, he and his high school sweetheart were coming home and fucking every chance they got. I heard them clumping up the stairs and decided it was time to go out to the garden for a bit of quiet instead of listening to them having what is always loud sex. Truth be told, I was jealous not because I was attracted to his girlfriend, but because I have not had my own partner in a very long time.

I got up and passed the two in the hall, a sneer from her and a smile and nod from him -- standard stuff. What wasn't standard was finding a really attractive girl on the sofa in the living room, looking through the channels for something to watch.

“Uh hi … who are you?” I enquired.

“Sorry! I'm Julie … Stacy is my sister” she mumbled like she was embarrassed of being caught.


‘That's ok, you don't need to apologize for her, I know I certainly won't apologize for my brother,” which elicited a giggle.

Julie got up and shook my hand. “You must be Ellen, Stacy has said a lot about you.

“I’ll bet she has, all true I'm afraid.” Julie giggled again and I decided that she was probably straight.

“Sorry my sister has always been a bit like that with … you know, other girls, she told me you were gay.”

My cheeks reddened; I was now sure Stacy hated her for being gay. “I had a feeling it was because I’m a lesbian.”

Right on cue we heard the first moans of sexual pleasure from the bedroom upstairs. I turned to Julie “you, can stay here if you want. Personally, I'm going out to the garden for a bit of quiet.” I grabbed a soccer ball and made for the back door.

To my surprise Julie followed me to the back garden which was just a big grassy area with a shed and a place for hanging washing to dry. Julie looked around her first time here and she looked unsure. “Oh, there's a bench at the back of the shed if you want to relax.” Julie smiled at me and I was struck again by how beautiful she was. She was in a short summer dress checked with yellows and oranges, she had nice breasts (bigger than mine) and her long straight brown hair reached just past her shoulders. Her long legs were something that really caught my eyes; they looked soft and slender.

As I walked behind her I tried to take her all in. Her dress was deeply cut in the back, baring most of it. She had a nice tan and I was struck by the lack of tan lines. “Think they will be at it for a while?” she asked, turning to look back at the house. “It will be hours; they never seem to get tired” I replied dryly, which got another pleasant giggle. It was nice that she didn't seem disgusted about my being gay. I had learned some girls could be super nice to me to my face and then mean when they were back in their group of friends. Julie and I reached the bench. She sat down and I began kicking the ball against the shed then using the momentum began to kick the ball into the air keeping the ball in the air with touches from her head, knees and feet. “I’ve loved to watch you play; you’re so graceful on the field” Julie said quietly.

I hadn't expected that, not only was she beautiful, she liked soccer – and me, apparently. “Oh I try my best, it's hard though.” I began to do some more difficult exercises and was surprised to get applause from Julie. I hadn't expected it, and it felt good getting cheered on, especially by a girl.

“So, you know about soccer?” I probed.

“Yeah, one of my high school friends is a star at her college and has played on the women’s national team for a few years now. So, I always talk to her about it and try to watch her games. My dad got me into it before he died.”

“Sorry to hear about your dad, it's nice though that you had something like that with him. Mine can't wait to get rid of me. Probably because I’m a lesbian.”

“So your parents don’t like you being gay?’ Julie asked, it was an honest question and really in my experience, she had waited longer than most to ask about my being gay.

“Not really, I think they accept it but I get the feeling they are disappointed in me.” I answered and picked up the ball messing with it.

“That's rough, bet school is a bitch” sounding empathetic which was rare for me.

Aren’t the women playing tonight” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, but it doesn't look like I’ll get to see them. I have to wait for those two to quit fucking and you don't have the right channel.”

“Would you like a ride home? I can take you.” This was true she had recently bought a motorbike.

“Oh, that would be great; would you like to come and watch the game with me? It's been ages since I've had someone who knows about soccer watch with me” Julie exclaimed excitedly.

“I would love to watch the game with you. I'll get ready if you would tell the lovebirds were heading off.” With that Julie ran in the house while I got my bike out the shed. I wasn't sure what Julie was expecting but clearly by the look on her face a motorbike wasn't it.

“Whoa; I'm not sure about this” when she saw the bike.

“Relax it's easier than you think, and besides I'm a good driver, I promise you’ll be fine, put this on.” Julie looked at the helmet, dubious about the whole thing but bit her lip as she watched me putting on my pink helmet, and she decided to go for it.

“OK, when you get on and off, just be careful of that exhaust it can be hot ok?” Julie lifted her leg stopped then rolled up her dress to the tops of her thighs which treated me to a nice little leg display before she got on behind me. Julie held on to my waist and for a moment I thought about telling her to hold on to the handles behind her seat but decided I would rather enjoy the sensation of her hands around me and her chest pressing against my back.

They were off and Julie squealed with excitement as they went before I stopped to ask her where she lived, both of us laughing at each other getting carried away. Julie quickly gave me directions and they were off in no time. It only took seven or eight minutes and we got there with no problems. On the way, I could feel Julie’s hands riding up over my breasts; I couldn’t tell if she was feeling me up or readjusting her position. When we arrived, I warned Julie again about the hot exhaust and as she dismounted Julie’s legs came apart for a bit longer than necessary, giving me a long glimpse of white panties. “That was great; I can see why you like it.” We got inside ten minutes before kick off. Julie nipped through to grab drinks and some snacks. During the match we discussed tactics and different players had a great time. The US girls won, and Julie’s friend scored on a penalty kick much to Julie's delight.

After the match Julie’s mother arrived home from work and insisted that I stay for dinner. In truth, I really enjoyed being with Julie and was starving. We sat down and they discussed the game and what I was planning on studying. After dinner, I said goodnight and Julie walked me to my bike. “That was fun, I enjoyed meeting you.” “Yeah, that was great, your mom's cooking was pretty great too.” Julie tried to hand me the helmet she had worn. “Uh I can't take it, can you maybe get your sister to bring it back?” This was a blatant lie; I could have strapped it to the seat, but I wanted to see Julie again. “Oh, sure but I don't think my sister will. Is it okay if I bring it Monday; we’re away camping this weekend?” “See you Monday?” Julie waved her off, it was nice to have a friend and maybe even a potential partner.

The weekend went well, there was lots of sports to watch, and lots of listening to Stacy getting fucked next door. I wondered how they would react if I brought a girl home and made her scream and moan. The thought of it made me laugh but as I listened to the sounds of sex from next door on Sunday morning. It made me very horny, and I decided to masturbate to Stacy’s moans. I found myself thinking of Julie while masturbating and it started to feel good. I imagined Julie licking my pussy and playing with my tits, and it didn't take long for my own orgasm to peak. I sat back in bed looking forward to Julie showing up and wondered if Julie was really straight.

I smiled when Julie arrived for class, excited to see me. She dressed in our school colors: a grey plaid skirt that was very, very short and a tight white shirt under a grey blazer. She looked fabulous. I honestly tried not to stare but lost that battle. Julie rushed up. “Hey, I brought your helmet, what are you up to Friday night?”

“I asked my mom if you could stay over; are you up for it?” I don’t know if there are any games on, but we could watch a movie and get to know each other.”

“Wait, does your mother know I’m a lesbian?” Frankly, I was stunned by even getting invited to spend the night with another girl. She hadn't had a sleepover since she was a c***d.

“Sure, Stacy told her.”

“Oh God.”

“Yeah; Stacy was pretty awful about it but my mother pointed out that back in her college days she had herself “experimented” with girls and liked it. So, my mom’s pretty cool about the whole thing,” laughed Julie. “So are you going to come?”

“I wouldn't miss it.”

Classes dragged by that entire week; it felt like an eternity, and I stressed over what to wear as if I was going on a first date. In the end I chose a tank top and loose shorts for the sleep over even though I wanted to wear something more risqué. But I reminded myself that Julie wasn't gay, and I didn't want to do anything dumb and scare her away.

Friday came and at 8pm I made it to Julie’s house with a bag over my shoulder. “Hi Ellen, glad you could come over and keep Julie company; I'm off to visit a relative and won't be back until Sunday night. You two have fun.” And with that she drove off leaving me in the doorway. “What she really means is that she has a hookup with her boyfriend, and she is skipping work for a dirty weekend” Julie said as she watched the car drive around the corner. “So, we have house to ourselves; she left us pizza money and even bought us a couple of bottles of wine.”

“Come on, I'll show you where you will be sleeping. Mom insisted you use Stacy's bed; she wasn't happy about it, but she isn't happy about a lot of things.” We went upstairs and the room was a twin, two beds in one room. I realized I would be sleeping in the same room as Julie, and wondered if she would offer to sleep downstairs. “OK, let’s order the pizza, anything you want?” “I like anything so if you're not fussy neither am I?” “OK, I'll order; would you open a bottle of wine and I'll meet you back downstairs.”

We had a glass or two of wine and chatted as we waited for our pizza. The pizza arrived and we continued to chat as we ate. But, I could tell something was wrong with Julie.

“Are you okay?” I finally asked.

“Can I ask you something?” Julie cocked her head to the side; her cheeks reddened, and I could tell it would be about being gay. “Go ahead, I know you’re dying to ask me about being gay.” I was shocked at what came next.

“Yeah; I guess you get asked a lot, but I’m really curious. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. My soccer friend is gay, and I’ve actually been thinking that I might be attracted to girls. When did you know you were gay?”

“It's fine honestly; I don’t get asked about it a lot, but I don’t mind. I guess I knew very early something was different. I was never attracted to guys and just felt a lot more comfortable around girls. I was on the soccer team in high school and a couple of my teammates were gay and talked about it. I must have looked interested, because one of them, her name was Dale, brought me home with her one day and seduced me. I have never felt such a thrill” I answered, looking into Julie’s eyes.

We finished our pizza and our first bottle of wine. “Movie time?” Julie asked.

“What are we going to watch?”

“How about ‘Portrait of a Woman on Fire’?”

“You know it’s a lesbian film?”

“Yeah; I need to watch it for my Lesbian Film class.”

I was breathless at the turn of events.

Julie grabbed my arm. “Let’s go upstairs. I want to get changed into pajamas before we settle in to watch the movie.”

“Sure, I’ll wait down here until you’ve changed.”

“Don't be silly, just get changed with me. I'm sure you have seen more when the soccer girls shower.” Actually, the straight girls ask their gay teammates to change last. I thought about saying that but then faced the other way as Julie took her top off; I was not embarrassed that I wanted to watch. Julie had changed into skimpy white panties and a gauzy white tank top held up by spaghetti straps. A small patch of bush was visible through her panties. An equally gauzy bra cupped her taut little breasts, but her dark small nipples were on full display.

It took a moment for the sight of Julie’s beauty to sink in. I changed into my cotton nightie that fell to my midriff and a white thong under my loose shorts. When I was done I turned to find Julie sitting on her bed staring at me, her nipples now hard.

We got onto Julie’s bed. We were going to watch the movie on her laptop. I sat against her headboard, and she scooted up between my legs, her back to me and her computer on her lap. I could feel my panties getting wet.

“Have you had any … uh … partners?” Julie asked in a whisper as she looked for the movie.

“Not in high school; after I was found out, if any of the girls were interested they got pretty deep back into the closet.”

“So, you’ve only kissed one girl?”

“In high school? Yeah, and even then … it wasn't even a real kiss … I was a terrible lesbian back then.” I moaned and fell back against her headboard laughing at myself. “Things changed when I got here. My freshman roommate was gay. She was on the volleyball team and was drop-dead gorgeous, like you. We were girlfriends for that entire year; then she had enough of me and transferred away.” I laughed again.

I stopped laughing when I realized that Julie had leaned back against me and was stroking my legs. I wasn't sure what was going on because I could also feel Julie’s hips begin to slide against my crotch. “Julie, what’s going …” I realized what was going to happen when Julie turned around, took her hand, and turned my head to her. I didn't try to stop her. She leaned in into a very tentative first kiss. “Julie, first kisses should be something you never forget … Like this.” I put a hand on the back of Julie's head and the other slid up and down her back. I pressed my lips to hers and then we were really kissing; I opened my mouth slightly, inviting Julie’s tongue, then loving the taste of Julie’s tongue as it found mine, “God you’re right; that was great” whispered Julie as we finally parted. I sat up and looked into Julie's eyes and simply said “thanks” and I meant it, as I shivered after our first real kiss.

After our kiss I backed away at the shock of being seduced by her, but I was all too willing to go with it as we met again for a much longer, more intense kiss. I pulled away, needing to catch my breath. Looking up I saw Julie smiling at me. “Where did that come from?” I asked.

“I guess I'm like my mother … I've been thinking about you since our bike ride … did you like it?” Julie asked with an infectious grin.

“So you were feeling me up?” Julie blushed and nodded.

“I guess we should watch the movie; I paid for it.” I was deflated, but then Julie asked “Is there a love scene?”

“Yeah, and it’s quite erotic.”

“Can we watch it first?”

“it’s a little more than halfway through, when the two girls get in bed together.”

As Julie searched through the movie, she asked me to get the other bottle of wine. I went into the kitchen and brought the bottle and a couple glasses. I slid into Julie’s bed and pulled her back against me. Julie had found the scene where the two girls begin to make love. I slipped my arms around Julie’s waist and pulled her closer. The girls in the movie begin kissing and I followed their lead and began kissing Julie’s neck. My right hand softly rubbed Julie’s stomach sliding lower and lower each time. My other hand gently caressed Julie’s shoulder. I could feel Julie’s body melt against mine. Her head leaned against mine and I could hear her soft breathing. My left hand slid the strap of her nightie off her shoulder, and I slid the fabric down to bare her bra. Then my hand drifted over and began to caress her breast through her bra fabric. I found her nipple and began to roll it between my fingers. Julie gasped in what sounded as “No” as I played with her tit.

“You want to go further?” I whispered. Julie nodded her head. “Yeah” was all could hoarsely get out in barely a whisper. “I’m just nervous.”

“Just relax.” I continued to play with her nipple; it felt amazingly better knowing that Julie was getting aroused as her nipple got harder and harder. In the movie one of the girls had slipped her hand inside her lover’s panties. I did the same. “You’re so beautiful” I whispered as I slipped my other hand under Julie’s nightie and pressed onto her pussy mound over her panties. “Oh god …” she moaned as my fingers traced around the hem of the fabric covering her pussy. “Can I touch you?” Julie was now panting softly and could only nod her head.

I slipped my hand inside the waistband of Julie’s panties. She had a pronounced pussy mound and I let my hand wander over it, pressing gently, then pulling softly on her tiny bush. Julie was now beathing in short gasps and her hips began to move. As her hips moved, they found my fingers, and I let a finger or two slide up and down the length of her slit as her hips gyrated. “Julie, do you feel how wet you are?”
“I’ve never felt like this before” she gasped.

Julie’s pussy was slick from her juicing and I began to tease around her entrance with a finger, rimming her and then pushing my finger in just a tiny bit. I had slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and was now alternating between nipples. I began to kiss and nuzzle Julie’s neck, slipping my tongue in her ear as I let hot breath play over it. By now, Julie was an erotic mess. She was writhing against my crotch as she feverishly stroked the insides of my thighs. Her hips tried to thrust against my hand to force my fingers deeper inside her, but I kept them teasing her entrance.

“I need you inside me!” Julie begged. In the movie one of the girls had begun to finger her lover. “Is that what you want?” I asked. Julie looked at her laptop “Oh, god, please …”

As the girl in the movie slipped a finger inside her lover, I did the same with Julie. She let out a deep moan of pleasure as my finger sank into her pussy. I withdrew it and slipped two fingers in with the next stroke, bringing another loud moan. Then Julie’s hips took over and she began to fuck my fingers. A gasp accompanied each stroke of her hips.

I was sucking and biting the side of her neck. “Are you marking me?” Julie moaned. “I want you to remember me for a while” I whispered. “But my sister …” Julie objected. “Tell her you had as much fun with me as she has with Jack.” And I went back to marking her.

Julie was oozing come and it ran through my fingers. I knew she was going to climax soon. Her hips pounded my fingers. I shifted a bit and let my thumb find her clit. Now, each time my fingers thrust inside her, my thumb ground against her clit. Soft moans came with each stroke of her hips as Julie began to climax. Then, suddenly her body went stiff as her orgasm washed over her. She was stiff for a long time and then she went limp. As Julie regained her composure, she turned toward me. She was a sexy mess. Her hair was pasted against her forehead and her body shimmered with perspiration. I took her nightie and pulled it up over her head; her bra fell away and she was now naked except for her panties. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and began licking and sucking it and slipped my hand inside her panties again. My fingers moved towards her clitoris and began to work it over again. Julie put her arms around me and held me tightly as her hips began again. It didn't take long before Julie’s second orgasm hit and she again came on my fingers. When she came to I was holding her hand and hugging her.

“I think we should go to bed” Julie said suggestively. “Head on up I'll be up in a minute I've got a surprise for you.”

By now, I was so horny; all I wanted to do was have Julie fuck me. I sat on her bed wondering what her surprise was. Minutes later Julie entered the room in her full school uniform. “Oh god,” I thought. “I saw you checking me out on Monday. I really wanted you to touch me then. Now, I really want to fuck you.”

With that Julie spun around and lifted her skirt from behind; no panties. Then she turned to face me and lifted her skirt. Between her legs she has put on a large strap-on. “This is your surprise” she whispered; “I bought it the other day hoping to have a chance to do you.” It looked like the real thing and was the biggest dick I had ever seen.

Julie walked over to where I was sitting, took the waistband of my panties and pulled them down and off and spread my legs. She eased me onto my back and laid on top of me. Her hands began to explore my body as she leaned in and began kissing me. She lifted off me and pulled my top up over my head and off. I was now naked. I could feel her softly grind her “cock” against my slit and I could feel my pussy beginning to ooze come. She propped herself up onto her elbows. “Look at my cock teasing your pussy.” I looked down and saw her slipping between my slit. The strap-on was already slick from my juices. Then Julie slid down and kneeled between my legs. She took a finger and slid it along my slit, gathering my juices. Then she sucked her finger clean. “Not only do you taste good, but you also have a wonderful body and a gorgeous pussy.”

Julie spread my legs further apart, opening my pussy to her. I felt her fingers spread my outer lips and then her tongue entered me. I shivered as her tongue worked in and out of my pussy. A finger began to flick my clit and I began to lose control to my erotic side. “Come inside me. I’m close to coming but I want you to fuck me.”

Julie rose from her knees. I lifted her skirt to watch her enter me. I was so wet she slipped inside me easily, but the dildo was so big I could feel my pussy stretching to take it. “Go easy; you’re so big.” Julie gave me an inch and then pulled out. A little bit more the next time. My head went back onto the bed; I pulled on my nipples and groaned with each small stroke. God, it was so big I thought I was going to explode. Finally, I could feel Julies hips against mine. She was all the way in. placed her hands on the wall and lowered herself under Julie's skirt. “Go slowly; I like is slow and deep.” The dildo pulled against my pussy lips and ridges on the top rubbed against my clit. Julie rocked her hips gently, pulling all the way out and then re-entering me. All of a sudden I felt like I was falling and a giant wave building from deep inside me.

“Julie, I’m going to come.”

Julie kept fucking me until my hips began to buck and my legs started to shake. And then it hit. My pussy exploded; I could feel my come oozing past her dildo and soak my thighs. I pulled on my nipples and bit my lip to muffle the loud moans. Julie collapsed on top of me and gently began to kiss me back to reality.

“Oh my god, that was amazing. Don’t tell me it was your first time.” We sat and hugged for a bit and then kissed a bit. Then my hands moved up and began to unbutton Julie's blouse. “I so wanted to do this on Monday” I whispered.

Then I slipped off her skirt and Julie unfastened her strap-on. I pulled her down on the bed and arranged my legs between hers and leaned back to push my pussy against hers. I then ground my hips in a circular movement but it wasn't quite right. Then Julie moved back “I get it; you want our clits to rub together. We quickly found each other’s clits and they rubbed together, making a sloshing sound from all love juice between us. Julie came first and I slowed to allow her to enjoy her orgasm. Julie quickly recovered and our clits found each other again. It only took a few minutes for me to come but this time we came together.

We shifted positions so we were lying facing together. Julie had a beautiful mark just under her left ear. I kissed it and we fell asleep.