Playing for Julia by Annie Carroll Page B

slows h e rolls off of me and onto his back.  “High school sex.  Wearing clothes and fast.”  And he laughs softly.
    “Maybe your high school, but not mine,” I answer , smiling, as I lay there, limply, my dress still wrapped around my waist.  My black sandals are lying on the bottom of the bed.  I kick them off onto the floor and pull my skirt down.  He stands up, pulls up his jeans and zips his fly.
    “No sex in high school, huh?”
    “Not for me.”
    “Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that,” he smiles that honey smile.  “Catch up on what you missed, but first let’s go get something for dinner.”
     
    I think it is still morning when I wake up, but it could be later. The terrace cut into the hillside outside the bedroom is flooded with sunlight.  No fog.  I grab my toothbrush and in the all-white tile bathroom find Austen naked and shaving.  He looks so sexy, like one of those statues of Greek warriors, tall and slim with beautiful skin.  I’ve never thought about a man’s skin being beautiful before, but his is. I have an urge to run my hands down his chest with its sprinkling of hair and then on down.
    Instead, I ask: “May I use your toothpaste?”
    He hands the tube of toothpaste to me as he continues to run the electric shaver across his face, then steps into the shower and turns it on.  He turns off the shaver.
    “Time for a shower, Julia.”  He has a big smile on his face.  I think I know what he has in mind and I finish brushing my teeth.  Shower sex is good.
    The soap smells like cucumbers, luxurious English cucumber soap.  He rubs it into the washcloth and begins to wash my back, then my arms and sides.  Again, his hand in the washcloth caresses my fanny, then goes between my legs, circling around and around.  My hips begin to move in rhy thm with his insistent fingers.
    “Be still, baby.  Be still,” he murmurs.
    “It’s hard to be still when you do that.”
    “Just wait, babygirl. All things in good time.”  He is smiling.  “Turn around now.”
    More cucumber soap on the washcloth and he washes my shoulders, then down onto my breasts.  His erection is growing harder.  The warm water pours down on both of us.  He leans over and tenderly kisses one nipple, then the other.  Then continues to wash my body until his hand is again between my legs, circling, probing, desire building inside me.  I can see that this excites him as much as it does me.
    “Done.”  He says and drops the washcloth to the tile floor and steps out of the shower.  He has a grin on his face as he hands me a n oversize fluffy white towel.
    “Done?”  I ask, softly.   How can he leave me wanting more like this?
    “Oh, does beautiful Julia want more this morning?”  He asks in his honey voice.
    “Yes,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck. “More.  More sex.  More with you.”
    I kiss him lightly on his ear, then across his cheek to the corner of his mouth .  He slides one hand down between my legs.  His fingers caress me round and round slowly. Suddenly he stops.  Not again, my body shrieks.
    “ Let’s do it this way,” he says, leading me to the bed.  His voice is rough. “You on top, baby.”
    I push his naked body down on the messy, tangled sheets on the bed.  He is so sexy looking and so aroused.  And there it is: Temptation standing firm and upright at the top of his legs. Maybe I should surprise him.
    I climb onto the bed beside him and put my hand around hi m and gently move my hand up and down. He feels so good.  He is so hard—like velvet wrapped around steel—then I lean over and run my tongue around the smooth head of his erection.  I close my mouth around him and suck and twirl my tongue around some more. I hear him gasp in surprise and he sits up.
    “ Oh baby, save that ‘til later.  I want you on top now.  I want to see you, watch your face, beautiful girl.”
    He is still sitting up, facing me.  I straddle him.  He holds