by Sj Hooks
"Stephen? I know what I want for my birthday."
"Hmm?" I murmured distractedly as I turned around to face her.
Oh my God!
"You're naked!" I gasped, even though that was obvious.
Julia had quickly removed all of her clothes and now stood completely bare in the middle of the apartment, beautiful and unashamed. She was glorious. In a matter of seconds I rushed back to her, holding her warm body against mine. How could I think about trivial things like eating when she was here now, within reach, and I had longed to touch her for so many weeks?
"What exactly do you want?" I asked, doing my best to conjure up a seductive voice.
"You. Just you," she whispered against my neck. "Inside me."
I smiled in response and without warning I lifted her up into my arms. "Bedroom?"
Julia nodded over my shoulder and I just about flew through the apartment and placed her gently on the bed. I looked at her, stretched out and waiting for me, for my touch. She was the loveliest girl in the whole world and she was mine, all mine. There was so much I wanted to do to her, and with her. I wanted to kiss and touch her all over, worship every gorgeous inch of her. I wanted to make her come with my fingers and my mouth. I wanted to make love to her, sweetly and gently. I wanted to fuck her, wildly and savagely. I wanted to tie her up. I wanted her to tie me up. I wanted it all and I realized that I didn't have to choose because I was never leaving her side again.
We had all night and the one after that, and the one after that. Forever and ever and ever. And that was only the sexual part of our relationship. We had started out with just that, but now it was so much more. We had so much more. We had love and tenderness to share. We had fun and exciting adventures to look forward to. We had marriage and children in our future. We had it all.
"What are you waiting for?" Julia whispered.
"Nothing," I said with reverence. "I'm not waiting for anything anymore. Because I already have everything I could possibly want." I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my side next to her, cupping her face in my hand.
"I love you, sweetheart," I whispered. I took her hand and placed it on my chest, above my heart.
"So much," I continued. "It makes me hurt right here when you're not with me. Please promise me that we'll stay together forever, that we'll always make time for each other no matter how busy our lives get. That we'll always love each other."
"I promise," she vowed. "Always."
"Always," I whispered back and leaned down to kiss her gently. "Always, always, I love you."
"I love you.”
Pulling back, I wiped away the moisture underneath her eyes. “No more crying, sweetheart. We’re together now.”
I kissed her again, parting my lips as she did and caressing her tongue with mine. My hand moved down her body, getting reacquainted with her beautiful curves; the swell of her breast, her slender waist, her softly rounded hip. She had lost weight in the time we had spent apart and I vowed to make sure that she ate healthily from now on. Now that I was here, I would cook for her every day, and I couldn't wait to spend time taking care of her and doing everything I could to make her happy, which in return made me happy. It was perfect. We were perfect.
I kissed my way down her body, focusing on the places I knew brought her the most pleasure. It had been a while, but it all came back to me easily. I knew what she liked; I knew her. I knew that she moaned when I kissed her neck, I knew that she was ticklish across her ribs, and I knew that sucking her nipples made her deliciously wet.
"Mmm," I hummed, brushing my cheek over the soft downy hair that now covered her pubic area. "This is new."
"I don’t have a waxer here. Does it bother you?"
She wasn't apologetic and, really, why should she be? This was the way she was supposed to look.
"Not at all," I said, honestly. "You don't have to keep doing it for my sake. Matt screamed when he got waxed and that was just his eyebrows. I know it has to hurt."
I parted her legs, moving further down. “Let me show you how much it doesn’t bother me.”
I moaned against her soft flesh when I tasted her on my tongue. I worshipped her with kisses, teasing flicks of my tongue, and long slow licks until she was panting above me, gripping my hair in her hands.
"Oh, fuck!" Julia gasped as I slid my fingers inside her. She was so close already. It made me wonder.
"Haven't you…at all?” I asked, looking up at her.
She shook her head. "I couldn't. It made me miss you too much. Every time I tried touching myself it just felt wrong."
"Oh, sweetheart," I said softly. "I'm here now. And I'll take such good care of you."
"Yeah?" She grinned at me.
"Mmm." I used my fingers to caress her. "You'll see."
Julia was a very sexual person and I loved that about her. Being away from me had apparently put a damper on that, but now it was time to resuscitate her passion and lust, just as she had done for me when we first met. I so enjoyed doing this to her. Every time I made her come a small part of the old me, the one who believed he would never satisfy a woman, disappeared without a trace until there was nothing left of that insecure, lonely wretch. The man I was today was completely different and I loved being him. He was happy, confident, and fully capable of making his fiancée gasp out his name as she came, thrashing and panting for breath.
Smiling, I kissed my way up her body, loving the sight of her satisfaction.
“A-plus,” she breathed out, laughing a little as I tickled her ribs. "Now you. Take your clothes off, please. I want to see you."
I sat up on my knees and rid myself of my clothes quickly, albeit gracelessly. But Julia didn't care about my clumsiness. Her eyes were glued to my naked torso.
"Fuck, you look so hot," she practically moaned. "How much time have you spent at the gym?"
"More than before." I shrugged. "I didn't like being at home without you."
"Never again," Julia promised, sitting up to position herself in my lap. "I’ll never leave again."
"Good." I wrapped my arms around her, loving the way her naked skin felt against mine. "I really don't function very well without you. And I've missed you so much."
"I can tell," she said as she glanced down, her eyes lit up with mischief.
"Not just that part." I laughed softly.
She nodded. Julia always understood what I meant.
"Let's make love," she whispered.
"I think we always do, in everything we do together. All those long weeks of phone calls and emails…we were making love then too, because every day I loved you more even though we were apart. Does that make sense?"
Instead of answering, Julia kissed me passionately, tangling her fingers in my hair.
"Yes," she whispered and kissed me again. "Yes. God, I love you so fucking much, baby. I want you, please."
I lifted her up, moaning when I slipped inside her. This was where I belonged, making beautiful love with my Julia.
And we did.
We made love for hours that night, only pausing to rest and hold each other close until we were ready again. We were insatiable, but there was no desperation in our movements like the last night we spent together before she left. No one was leaving now and we had all the time in the world to enjoy one another.
And we did.
Many hours later we finally dressed, both of us absolutely exhausted and starving but also deliriously happy.
"Ready?" Julia asked, holding her gloved hand in mine as she opened the door to the outside.
I was on a completely new continent, so far from my boring and predictable life back home before I met her. Yes, I was more than ready to experience whatever this new world had to offer as long as I had my sweetheart by my side.
"Ready," I replied happily, giving her hand a soft squeeze.
There was no doubt in my mind as we stepped out into the cool crisp night that this was the beginning of a great adventure. There was so much to see, so many places
to visit, so much to experience. The endless possibilities filled me with an excitement I had never previously known and it was all thanks to her. My Julia, my sweetheart, my future wife. We walked hand in hand through the brightly lit city, the whole world at our feet. We had it all. We were in love and I knew we were going to stay that way forever.
And we did.
Epilogue
“So you see, although some of Kerouac’s ideas and opinions are outdated, the message of the book is still valid today; it’s about taking chances and searching for the kind of life you really want, even though it might not look like everyone else’s.”
I looked at my students, several of whom were nodding along.
“Professor?”
One of the girls in the front row raised her hand.
“Yes?”
“Did you ever do that? Take a chance like that, I mean?”
I traced the gold band on my fourth finger. “I certainly did.”
“Did it work out the way you’d hoped?”
“Even better than I’d hoped,” I answered, giving the girl a smile. Color rose to her cheeks and she nodded before looking down at her notes.
“And with that in mind, I hope you all have a good weekend,” I concluded, dismissing my class. “But remember that your paper’s due on Monday, so not too much partying, OK?”
I chuckled as they groaned while packing up their things, eager to get out of there.
“Have a good weekend, Professor,” the girl from the front row half-whispered as she passed my desk, her eyes darting to mine for a second.
Soon, the place was empty, and I starting putting my laptop away.
“Well, it looks like you have another admirer.”
My heart skipped a beat and I lifted my gaze. My beautiful wife was leaning against the door, arms crossed.
“Oh, please,” I said with a grin. “Like half your students aren’t madly in love with you, sweetheart.”
Julia laughed softly. I watched as she walked toward me, her hips swaying sensually underneath her pencil skirt, her heels clicking with each step. At home, she still preferred her denim skirts and band T-shirts, but here she always dressed professionally. I loved her work clothes just as much as her more casual attire. In fact, there wasn’t much about her that I didn’t love. Sure, it still drove me crazy when she messed up her side of the home office, but I’d learned my lesson long ago, and never tried to organize her notes and books.
“All those poor boys,” I teased, pulling her into my arms. “Do you dress like this on purpose to set their hearts aflame?”
“No. I dress like this for you. To set your pants aflame.”
“Mission accomplished.” I laugh-groaned as she moved against me in an entirely suggestive way.
“Mmm-hmm.” She stood up on her toes to kiss me.
Six years of marriage hadn’t diminished the excitement I felt whenever her lips touched mine, or the way my heart started pounding whenever she was close. I was so in love. We were so in love.
“You know,” she said, pulling back to perch on my desk. “I used to sit right over there, watching you teach.” She nodded in the direction of the first row.
“I remember.”
“I used to fantasize about you all the time,” she confessed. “About you…fucking me right here.” Slowly, she leaned back on her hands, parting her legs.
“H-here?” I stuttered, amazed that after all this time, she could still surprise me.
She looked up at me, nodding. “I’d imagine saying something that would piss you off, and you’d ask me to stay after class.”
I moved closer to her, tracing her stocking-clad legs with my fingertips. “And then what?”
“What do you think?”
I chuckled. I certainly had some ideas of what she might be thinking.
“Naughty girl,” I whispered, leaning down to capture her lips with mine.
Unlike our previous gentle kiss, this one was filled with heat and I moaned as she deepened it, sliding her tongue against mine.
“Lock the door,” she murmured.
I stood up, instantly aroused. “We could get caught.”
“We could,” she said as she unbuttoned her blouse. “But it’s unlikely. It’s Friday afternoon. Classes are over and the cleaning crew doesn’t show up ’til later.”
I watched as she pushed the fabric off her shoulders, revealing a white, lacy bra I loved on her.
“Besides, we could’ve gotten caught when we first got together and that didn’t stop us, now did it?”
I had to agree with her there. What we had done then was much more of a risk. And the campus was practically deserted at this point.
“I’m so sorry I said Jack Kerouac is a literary hack, Professor,” she added in a breathy voice, grinning wickedly.
“Oh, you will be sorry,” I promised gruffly, turning on my heel and heading for the door.
I flipped the lock and dimmed the lights before taking a deep breath.
I can’t believe she wants to do this here. My wife is the best!
As I approached her, I felt a change come over me. We’d role-played a few times before and always had great experiences. It was fun, which was quite a revelation to me, since there was a time when I never would have thought sex could be like that.
“Oh, Ms. Wilde,” I said, looking her over. “What am I going to do with you? You’re failing my class.”
“That’s not fair, Professor!” she exclaimed, catching on immediately. “Just because I don’t like some boring old writer you happen to admire.” She raised her chin. “I’m allowed my own opinion.”
Towering over her, I pushed her down onto her back and pulled up her skirt.
“Shut up,” I whispered, hooking my fingers underneath the lace covering her, dragging it down her legs.
“But—”
“No. A woman is quiet,” I insisted, stuffing her underwear into my pocket. “Kerouac says so, remember?”
She huffed in annoyance, but her eyes shone with excitement.
“And if you want to pass my class, I need to make sure you understand what I’m trying to teach you.” I opened the front hook of her bra, pushing it out of the way.
“A woman is feminine and sexy,” I told her, running my hands up her torso to massage her breasts. “And you certainly are that, Ms. Wilde.”
She gasped as I pinched her already stiff nipples.
“Mmm, very sexy.”
I leaned down, pushing her breasts together, and caressed her with my mouth, my tongue flicking across her sensitive flesh. Already, Julia had started grinding her lower half against me, moaning softly as her hands roamed over my back and shoulders. Good. We had to be quick about this. As exciting as this was, I really didn’t want us to get caught by the maintenance staff.
I stood up between her parted legs and unzipped my pants.
“A woman is always ready for her man.” I looked down, smiling as I spread her wetness around, rubbing her clitoris.
“And a woman never complains,” I continued, pushing two fingers inside her. Leaning over her, I fucked her slowly, loving the sight of her enjoying my touch.
“You wouldn’t dare to complain or voice your opinion, would you, Ms. Wilde?”
Julia’s laugh turned into a moan as my thumb swept across her, and she bucked her hips.
“You bet your ass I would,” she panted. “Just fuck me, please!”
“Good girl. Sexually available. Kerouac approves, ” I said with a smirk, earning me a look from her. I was going to pay for my comments at a later time, I was sure. Julia enjoyed being the one on top, as much as she liked this. I loved all of it.
Lifting up her legs, I fucked her right there on my desk. The sight of her, blouse unbuttoned, skirt hiked up, wearing only her thigh-high stockings and heels was wildly arousing. The best part, though, was the gold band on her left hand, clearly visible as she fondled her breasts. She was mine. My wife.
“I love you,” I moaned, slipping
out of character.
“Love…oh!…you!” Julia groaned. “Fuck, Stephen!”
I took her with hard, fast thrusts, rubbing her clit as she came, making certain she got every ounce of pleasure out of it. The moment she recovered, she pulled herself up and kissed me. Pushing me backward, she surprised me by sliding off the desk and kneeling before me, taking me into her mouth. I didn’t last long after that.
“Oh God,” I exhaled a few minutes later as we were putting our clothes back into place. “I love your mouth. What brought that on?”
“I didn’t want to make a mess on your desk,” she said, smiling as she finished buttoning her blouse.
“Since when do you hate making a mess?” I asked, returning her smile.
“Ha-ha. You know I don’t. But this is your domain.”
I brought her back into my embrace. “It’s yours too, now. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”
Julia had worked incredibly hard since we returned from London six years ago, flying through the studies for her master’s degree and already securing an assistant professor position while studying for her PhD. Next month, she would be turning in her dissertation, and would officially have a doctorate. She was a great teacher and the students she taught loved her. The boys loved her a little too much for my taste, but that couldn’t be helped. How could they not fall for the brilliant, gorgeous woman in my arms when even her shy, grumpy professor had been helpless to resist her allure?
“I got a letter today,” she whispered. “From England.”
My heart leapt. “And?”
“I kept in touch with my professors over there. They want me back. Teaching full time, next semester.”
She turned her face up, a determined look in her eyes. “I won’t go without you.”
I smiled, caressing her face. “I’d never let you go without me.”
“Do you think it’s possible?”
“Anything’s possible,” I assured her.
Truthfully, I had seen this coming. During the year we’d spent in London together, Julia had dazzled the faculty and I knew they’d been keeping tabs on her academic progress. I was only teaching part-time now, since launching my new career. I had started writing fiction while we were abroad, needing something to fill my time while my fiancée took her classes and studied like a madwoman. As it turned out, I was pretty good at writing when it wasn’t poetry, and had now published three reasonably successful novels, set in the 1950s, about the Beat generation. I wasn’t exactly wealthy, but between our salaries, her inheritance from her grandfather, and my book sales, Julia and I lived very comfortably.
