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It had been three months since Paris and Juliette couldn’t get Ethan out of her mind. The 48 hours that they spent together in her suite at the George V were so intense; Ethan laying across her lap and sucking on her nipples while her hand slowly stroked his cock, Juliette riding him reverse cowgirl teasing his orgasm for hours, carnal experiences that brought her to orgasm again and again and that played on a near constant loop in her mind.

The morning that she was headed back to Chicago she left Ethan asleep in her room. They hadn’t spoken about what would happen once they left each other, but they both understood that the world created in Room 507 couldn’t exist anywhere else. She simply sent him a DM: ‘à bientôt j'espère’.

Now here she was in her apartment and a week past her deadline daydreaming, again. Damn it Ethan. Juliette grabbed her phone and opened up Instagram. She started a DM to him but didn’t know what she would say, so instead she just stared at their old conversation. Nothing in 3 months Jules.

The front door burst open, cans rolled onto the floor and the noise startled her back to reality. “Jules! Can you come help? I got more than I planned.” Juliette’s fiancé Miles had moved in shortly before the mandatory quarantine went into effect for the city. The past few months had been a lot for everyone, but for a recluse like her they had been especially trying.

She walked to the kitchen she scolded herself for feeling impatient with him. No one likes quarantine. Everyone’s having a hard time. Be grateful for your life. Miles had gathered most everything by the time she got into the kitchen. “You look nice! I got most of it if you want to start wiping everything down with me.”

“Thank you. I was just on my way to light a candle over at Holy Name.”

“Is there a holiday or something?”

Juliette hadn’t really thought about how she was dressed, but with quarantine every event outside of the house felt like a holiday. She was wearing a simple black silk dress with cap sleeves, her favorite Chanel sandals, her grandmother’s diamond earrings and her grandfather’s crucifix. It was so hot and muggy she had pulled her hair up into a bun.

“Nothing like that my love. Guess some of the old traditions stuck.”

Juliette had attended parochial school through high school and had been a devout Catholic until her sophomore year at Notre Dame. There was no dramatic event, she simply experienced what most college kids experience - a deepened interest in other cultures and perspectives. She still said a prayer to St. Anthony when she couldn’t find something and no matter what she still gave up candy for lent.

“Ok well, I’m about to jump on a marathon Zoom call with L.A., so I’ll see you when you’re back. Thai for dinner tonight?”

“Absolutely.”

She washed her hands, grabbed her purse and mask and headed out the door. It was only a few blocks to Holy Name Cathedral and even through a mask, Juliette loved the air of a Chicago summer afternoon. Even during quarantine there was an energy that felt electric. It also felt sticky and she was glad for the air conditioning of the church.

No matter how far she was from the faith, Juliette could always find calm sitting in a church and today was no different. She crossed herself with holy water before entering and headed to the private chapel behind the altar. She was there to light a candle, but it was selfish. She hadn’t prayed in years, but it was worth a shot to get Ethan out of her head.

Although it had been a while since she’d been to church, Juliette’s steps were purposeful and she hardly needed to look up to find herself at the private door of the chapel. It was a small, dark door located at the end of a long hallway tucked behind the altar. The architecture was intended to make you feel as though you’re in a sacred and private place. It always made Juliette feel that way.

She opened the door to the chapel, stepped inside and took off her mask. It was dim inside, the illuminated crucifix on the wall and  the prayer candles providing the only light in the small room. As she walked towards the first pew she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and let out a gasp. She quickly put her mask back on.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Jules?”

Juliette froze.

“Ethan?” With that Ethan stood up from his pew and walked over to Juliette. She could hardly believe it and when he got to her she gave him an awkward hug.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came back home to visit my folks right before the E.U. closed it’s borders.”

“Oh no...”

“Yeah...so now I’m living on the second floor of my parents place over in Lake Point Tower.”

“Wow...that’s...”

“A little challenging, yeah.”

“So what, you’re here lighting a candle asking Jesus to give you the strength to endure?”

Ethan laughed and looked down at his shoes. “Something like that.”

“No, but seriously, is everything ok?”

“Yeah, my Mom is meeting with the Monsignor about a donation that our family’s making - she asked me to tag along and now they’re off looking at cloisters or something and I needed a break.”

Juliette’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She had come here to forget Ethan and here he was. Being this close to him made her body ache for his touch. She remembered it intimately, and for a moment was lost in the memory of Paris.

“Jules, you ok? Your cheeks are bright red.”

She came back to this moment, pulled down her mask and was angry that her blushing cheeks betrayed her.

“I am, sorry. It’s just hot. I should sit down.”

Ethan stepped aside and Juliette walked past him to the last pew. She kneeled and crossed herself before she slid down the bench. Ethan scooted in next to her. She pulled a small bottle of water out of her purse and took a sip. Some of the water spilled on her chest and as she looked for something to clean it off with Ethan handed her his silk handkerchief. She cleaned herself off and handed it back to him. He took a moment, then buried his face into it.

“Smells like vanilla.”

Juliette closed her eyes and held her breath. Her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples ached for him to suck. Without thought, she crossed her legs and arched her back, causing her to let out a very quiet moan. When she opened her eyes, she cocked her head to the side and looked down at the floor. Control yourself.  

She was taking deep breaths and that caused her tits to slowly rise and fall with emphasis. Juliette reached her hand up to the crucifix that was dangling between them and placed it between her lips. Control yourself. When she did this, she saw a shimmer of light shine off her engagement ring. She looked out from under her eyelashes towards Ethan.

His eyes were glued to her tits and he was noticeably hard - summer linen really didn’t hide much.

“Jules, I didn’t write because you’re engaged and I’m trying to be a good guy.”

Juliette nodded her head. “I understand. I’m trying to be good too.”

She took another sip of water and as she did, she lost her grip on the bottle. It slipped out of her hands, soaking the front of her dress and tumbling to the ground. She’d been so happy to be in the air conditioning, but the combination of the cold water and the cold air betrayed her modesty. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, so every bump of her hard nipples were visible as the silk clung to her body.

They both froze for a moment. Then Juliette turned to Ethan and grabbed the silk handkerchief again. She slipped the straps off her dress and pushed them down to her elbows to reveal her soaking wet tits. She was a 36F, but her tits were still firm with pale pink nipples that tipped up slightly. Juliette grabbed herself and began to gently dab her tits dry. She looked over at Ethan, took a deep breath and continued touching herself.

Ethan let out a low groan as he watched her. He was doing everything he could to be good, but when Juliette gently grabbed his head and pulled him towards her lap and arm, he didn’t resist. Juliette held Ethans head in her right arm and placed her nipple on his eager lips. “That’s good Ethan. Take it.” He grabbed her with his hands and began sucking and gently biting her nipple.

It was Juliette’s turn to groan. When they were in Paris, they had discovered a mutual passion for role play when he first began sucking her tits. It was something that she hadn’t explored with anyone else and the exhilaration she felt in that discovery was like nothing she had ever experienced. She bent over and kissed his forehead as he continued sucking on her.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan looked up at her and nodded his head yes.

“Good. Do you want to feel even better?”

Again Ethan nodded yes.

She smiled at him as she reached her hand towards his pants. She grabbed his cock and started to slowly jerk him off. Her palm gently slid over the head of his cock and she used the precum to lube her hand. The only sounds that could be heard were the sucking of her tits and the rhythmic light slapping of her hand around his cock.

Juliette looked up to the altar and quickly begged for forgiveness, but Ethan’s insistent sucking pulled her back to him instantly. She had been stroking him and knew by the way he was sucking on her that he was close to cumming, so she gently pulled her tits away from his mouth and stopped stroking his cock.

“That’s enough for right now. I came here to light a candle and say a prayer.”

Ethan groaned and grabbed for her tits again. Juliette pulled back again and scolded him. He reluctantly sat up and started playing with his cock. Juliette grabbed his wrist and held it.

“If you can’t wait until I’m done, I’m going to have to make sure you wait until I finish.” She took his hands and made him sit on them. “Keep your hands under your legs until I come back from lighting my candle and saying a prayer.”

His hard cock was sticking out of his pants and the precum was dripping down the shaft. Juliette got on her knees and put her mouth near the tip. His cock was so close and she stuck her tongue out and got so close to it that he could feel her warm breath on him.

It took everything he had not to shove himself inside her mouth and he moved slightly in a desperate attempt to brush himself up against her, but she moved her head. “If you don’t touch yourself while I’m up there, I’m going to give you everything you want when I get back here. But you can’t touch yourself or put yourself away.” Then she took the handkerchief and covered his stiff cock.

Then Juliette left her tits hanging out of her dress, walked past him and went up to the front of the chapel to light a candle. As she passed the door, she locked it. As she lit her candle, she said a prayer out loud. “Lord, please make sure that Ethan is good and doesn’t touch his cock.” She walked up to the front of the chapel and stood at the altar.

“Ethan baby, are you still sitting on your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to touch your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to touch your cock?

“Oh fuck yes.”

“With my titties?”

“Please.”

“You said the magic word. Come up here to me.”

Ethan got up from his pew and walked to the altar where she was standing. Juliette leaned up against him, turned him around and he laid back on the alter. She grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip and all of it’s precum on her tit. He moaned as she gently twisted her necklace around the tip of his cock and flicked it lightly with her finger.

“Juliette. Please...”

“What Ethan? Please, what?”

“Please let me cum. I’ve been very good and I need to cum.”

Juliette smiled and unwrapped her necklace from his cock. She stood up pulled her panties down and then pulled the tip of his cock to her wet, bald pussy. Ethan pushed eagerly. Juliette kept him at bay.

“Ethan. You haven’t talked to me for 3 months. That’s not very nice. I don’t think that I should let you cum.”

“Please let me cum and I won’t do it again.”

“I’ll let you cum, but first I want to know that you’ll never not talk to me for 3 months again.”

“Never.”

“And I want to know that you’ll always suck on my titties when they ache for you to suck on them.”

“Always.”

Juliette loved to watch his cock twitch. She had gotten herself to the edge of cumming playing with him and wanted to have him explode all over her. Ethan stood against the altar as Juliette backed away, and she pulled her panties down a little off of her pussy and began rubbing her clit.

“Ethan, jerk yourself off into my panties baby. I want to walk home with your cum splashing against my pussy. It would make me so happy.”

Ethan began furiously jerking himself off. He pulled her top down and began sucking on one of her tits. She grabbed his other hand and stuck two fingers into her pussy. Ethan had been edging for so long that he started cumming as soon as he started fingering her pussy. He stifled a yell as he shot his hot load all over the front of her pussy and in her panties.

Juliette spread her pussy lips to make sure that she was covered in his cum. She took two of her fingers and began rubbing her pussy with his cum. She stuck them inside of her pussy, pulled them out and then pushed them into Ethan’s mouth. She then kissed him deeply to share.

When his cock finally stopped, she smiled at him as she pulled her cum filled panties up to her pussy. His cum spilled out and started to slowly roll down her upper thigh. Ethan put his cock away as Juliette fixed herself. She walked back to the pew, picked up her purse and mask and then went and unlocked the door.

She turned to him and said, “If you have your own floor at the tower, I’m assuming you have your own entrance?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then I’ll be by tomorrow at 11 so you can suck my tits. If you’re a dirty boy when I get there, we’re going to have to take a bath so I know you’re clean.”

Ethan smiled...“I’ll see you then.”

Juliette walked out of the chapel and closed the door. She stood in the hallway for a moment to catch her breath, her head spinning. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. When she looked down the hallway, she saw Ethan’s mother, Teggy Stevens, and the Monsignor walking towards the little chapel. FUCK. Juliette attempted to make herself blend into the wall, but to no avail.

“Juliette? Juliette is that you?”

She composed herself and drew a deep breath. “Mrs. Stevens, hello! How lovely to run into you.”

The two of them quickened their pace as they headed towards Juliette. “What’s with this Mrs. Stevens nonsense? It’s Teggy! How is your family doing?”

Juliette chatted with Teggy and the Monsignor for a few moments, talking about all the latest news around Chicago. Who’s at which club, how the ladies of a certain set are handling the quarantine and how long and hot the summer felt already.

“Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to see you. The Foundation is making a donation to the diocese, you know, during these horrible times we really must dig deep, anyway the Monsignor and I started talking and Ethan wandered off somewhere. Probably on the phone with work. The poor thing hasn’t stopped working since he got marooned here with his old Mum & Dad.”

At that moment, the chapel door opened and Ethan stepped out.

“Oh Ethan, there you are dove, mummy was looking absolutely everywhere for you. Look who I ran into! Juliette!”

Ethan turned to Juliette and nodded his head. “Hello Juliette, how nice to see you again.” Even with his mask on, Juliette could feel Ethan smiling.

“Ethan. Nice to see you as well. Your mother was just telling me how you wandered off from her earlier. She was worried you were working too hard. Shame on you for making your Mummy worry.” Juliette arched her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, “Plus, I couldn’t imagine anyone working hard in such a beautiful church.”

It was Ethan’s turn to blush, and the Monsignor unknowingly came to his rescue.

“Speaking of working hard, I must apologize, I need to go prepare for this afternoon’s confession. Teggy, I’ll send over the rest of the paperwork to the foundation today.”

With that Teggy grabbed Juliette on one arm and Ethan on the other and talked a mile a minute as they headed out to the courtyard. Juliette looked at Ethan and couldn’t believe that she was walking arm in arm with his mother while her panties were filled with his cum. She was so lost in her thoughts that when she came back to the moment Teggy was looking at her smiling.

“Well dear?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Teggy, I...”

“Nevermind, I won’t take no for an answer, we’ll see you both tonight at 9:00. Luddy has a lovely summer menu planned, we’ll tell her to add two plates.”

Suddenly it dawned on Juliette that she was being asked to have dinner at their place and bring Miles. She couldn’t think of a worse idea.

“Oh, Teggy, I can’t. I mean, Miles is headed back to California tonight for the next 10 weeks.” Juliette purposely didn’t look at Ethan, “The studio is making the entire cast and crew quarantine together while they film.”

“Then you’ll be alone and need the company. We’ll see you at 9. We can have driver pick you up. I won’t take no for an answer.” and with that Teggy and Ethan were off down Michigan avenue.

Juliette stood on the sidewalk in front of the church. She had forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of midwestern hospitality. She took a moment to compose herself and headed home.

She was a block from her place when the skies opened up on her. Any other day she would have been annoyed, but today she was grateful. It gave her the perfect excuse to come home and jump right into the shower.

Miles was in their bedroom still on his call and packing up his suitcase. Juliette gave him a quick kiss, said hello to “the coast” and slipped into the shower. Her heart was pounding as she stood under the water and watched Ethan’s cum drip down her leg. Juliette, you are the worst. She began to wash her hair and as she was soaping up Miles came through the door.

“Jules! The car is here, I’ve gotta go. I’m coming in to kiss you.”

He popped his head into the shower and smiled. Juliette walked to the edge of the glass naked and soapy. Miles groaned, “Oh man...are you sure you don’t want to come with me? 10 weeks away is going to be torture.”

Juliette smiled. Juliette, you’re the worst, Miles is the best and fuck all the way off ma’am. “I would love nothing more than to spend 10 weeks in Palm Springs with all of you, but I need to finish my next book. I won’t be able to do that on set.”

Miles shook his head, “I know...it was worth a shot. There’s Thai in the fridge, sorry I couldn’t wait!” He grabbed her close and kissed her hard. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll see you in 10 weeks.” They kissed a little longer and he let her go.

“I’ll see you in 10 weeks. Text me when you’re there.”

His phone rang and it was his producer. “Yeah, I’ll be right there!” He gave her a quick kiss again and headed out the door.

Juliette felt a pang of guilt at how relieved she was to be alone in her apartment for the next 10 weeks. She took a long time in the shower and when she got out, she walked naked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of whiskey.

Juliette opened the windows of her apartment to listen to the sound of the cars driving through puddles down her street. “Hey Siri, please play Fiona Apple’s Tidal album.” She grabbed her laptop, set her alarm for 2 hours and sat down to begin writing.

It was dark out when her alarm rang and it was still raining. 7:30. She had made decent progress on her next chapter. All right. You’re going to get ready to go over to have dinner with the Stevens family. You’re going to be polite. You’re going to be pleasant and then you are going to leave.

Juliette checked the weather app and it was supposed to rain all night. Thunder cracked outside - as if emphasizing the point - and she parted her wet hair down the middle, slathered coconut oil through it and slicked her hair into a low ponytail. With the humidity she didn’t want to risk her hair turning into a frizz festival. Then she moisturized her body with cocoa butter, put on some red lipstick and mascara and walked to her closet.

When she opened the top drawer of her dresser she stared for a moment. Then she dug to the back of the drawer and pulled out a bra and panty set from Agent Provocateur. She had ordered the set the moment she returned from Paris. A simple black thong and cupless bra.

Just because you’re polite doesn’t mean you can’t feel like a badass underneath your dress. She slipped into them and looked at herself in the full length mirror at the end of her closet. Her tits looked amazing. They hung through the “cups” and were cradled underneath by the smallest bits of french silk, presenting her nipples up for the taking. She put on her large gold hoop earrings and matching gold bangles.

She had given herself a pedicure, so she chose her favorite open toed wedges which paired with her simple summer sun dress. 8:30. Perfect timing. Her phone rang.

“Miss Duquesne. This is Brad, your driver. I’m out front when you’re ready.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Juliette gave herself one final look and ran down to the waiting Range Rover. Chicago has an amber glow at night. Juliette loved that about the city. No other city in the world had an amber glow, and she was lost in thought about Chicago when the SUV pulled into the underground garage at the Steven’s place. Juliette loved the tower. It’s sensual curves a nod to Schipporeit’s love of Brancusi sculptures. Her parents lived in a traditional colonial up in Highland Park. It was lovely, but it wasn’t a sensual tower.

Brad got out of the car, called the elevator and opened the door for Juliette. She put adjusted her mask and got into the waiting elevator. Brad inserted his key into the panel and the doors closed, whisking her to the 60th floor.

Juliette hated elevators with a passion, but was grateful when she arrived at the 60th floor and the doors opened immediately. There were only two condos on the city side of the tower and for a moment, she stood in the lobby of the elevator bank unsure of which door to knock on. Thankfully, Luddy opened the door to the Steven’s place.

“Miss Juliette! How lovely to see you!”

She smiled with relief, “Luddy. You look wonderful, it’s been too long.” It had been years since Juliette had been here - not since Doug & Ethan’s graduation party. The place hadn’t changed. As Juliette took off her mask and put down her purse in the foyer, Mr. Stevens came bounding in from the kitchen.

“Little Juliette! How are you doing?” He was as gregarious as a retriever and hugged as hard as a linebacker. He had a booming laugh and when he said hello, he said hello!

Juliette smiled and leaned into his hug. “Hey Lars. It’s so nice to see you. I’m doing well.”

Lars gave her a good hug, pulled back and gave her a wink. “That’s a girl. I’m glad to have you over.” When he let go of her, he pulled a small wedge of cheese and salami out of his pocket. “Don’t tell the girls, I was nosing around in the kitchen.” Just as he popped them into his mouth, Teggy came in from the kitchen.

“Lars! I told you to stop sneaking snacks! We have guests.”

Lars smiled, grabbed Teggy and gave her a big kiss before she shooed him off to the living room.

“Guests, Teggy? I hope you didn’t go through any trouble on my account.”

“Oh no one really dear. Just our neighbors. We’ve been absolutely tied at the hip quarantining together. I just love to make a fuss and give Lars trouble.” Teggy winked at Juliette, put her arm around her and led her into the living room. When she walked in, she had to stifle a laugh. Ethan was standing near the far windows talking to his mother’s elderly neighbor Eleanor - who was holding on to his arm for dear life.

“Oh Ethan, you’re such a good boy. I have one lime rickey and I’m dancing on the ceiling.”

Teggy saw the situation and hurried over to help, “Eleanor, dear! Let’s get you some food!” Teggy was from Louisiana and had married Lars when he was in law school at Tulane. Despite being in the north for 40 plus years, she was a true southern belle at heart. She graciously grabbed Eleanor and led her into the kitchen.

Ethan looked at Juliette’s body for longer than he should have and finally broke his gaze, met her eyes and smiled at her. His gaze sent electricity through her body. Keep it together. Here for dinner and then home. She reached out to say hello and Ethan stood up straight and gave her a perfunctory greeting.

Juliette was confused, but Ethan looked at her begging forgiveness and then walked towards a tall leggy blonde. “Darling.” Ethan and her embraced as he led her to Juliette. “Please allow me to introduce you to Juliette Duquesne. She’s a family friend. Juliette, my fiancee, Emily.”

Emily stretched her hand out to Juliette and smiled warmly. “Oh Juliette, it’s so lovely to meet you.” Juliette was stunned. She had no right to be jealous or hurt, but she was blindsided and having a hard time hiding it from Emily. There was an awkward moment and she composed herself enough to reply.

“Emily. So nice to meet you. Congratulations.” Juliette engaged in small talk and then excused herself to the restroom. She almost sprinted to the powder room and locked herself in. What the fuck are you doing here Jules? You’re engaged, he’s engaged...you’ve got to act like an adult! It didn’t matter what she thought, she started to cry a little bit...like an idiot. She turned the water on to splash her face. Fuck all if she wasn’t turning bright red.

There was a soft knock at the door.

“Jules?”

It was Ethan and she wanted to him to go away.

“Ethan. Go the fuck away.”

“Jules, let me explain.”

“There’s no need. We belong to other people and I was stupid to think that we could...” Her voice began to crack and she stopped. “To think that we could. End statement.”

Ethan leaned his head against the door.

“Does it make a difference if I say I’m sorry and I wish it was different?”

Juliette turned the water off and opened the door quickly. “No. It fucking doesn’t.” She stormed pass Ethan and joined the dinner party.

Over the course of the evening, she learned that Emily was heading to the airport to catch the red eye back to New York. She was an associate in Ethan’s office and had been instrumental in the Paris office launch. Emily was funny, well bred and absolutely a nice person and Juliette still fucking hated her.

Brad came to the door at 10:45 to take Emily to O’Hare. She left with fanfare and Juliette was glad to see her go.

The rest of the party sat around having desert and drinks for another 45 minutes. Eleanor stood up and announced that she wanted to go up on the roof to sit and gaze at the stars. She was; however, incredibly hammered and was not to be trusted to her own devices.

Ethan, being the gentleman he was, offered to escort Eleanor up to the roof for a few moments and then get her back to her apartment. Eleanor jumped at the offer. “All right good looking. Take me to the moon!”...and off they went.

Juliette finished up her drinks and began to help with the dishes, despite Teggy’s protests. When they finished the dishes, Teggy called for Brad to take Juliette home. He was stuck in traffic near O’Hare and wouldn’t be home for another 30 minutes.

“Teggy, it’s fine. Really. I’ll just call an Uber.”

She was at the door when Ethan came walking through the door.

“Oh Ethan! Brad’s still at O’Hare, would you be able to take Juliette home? I don’t want her taking the Uber’s home. They won’t make sure that she makes it to her door.”

Juliette started to protest, but Teggy cut her off before she even started.

“Juliette. I would never forgive myself if we didn’t make sure you got home safely. What would I tell your mother? I insist. Ethan will take you home.”

Juliette looked down and grabbed her things. “All right. Thank you Teggy. Please thank Lars for me.”

Teggy giggled, “Oh Lars. He can’t hold his whiskey for anything. He loved seeing you. Please don’t be a stranger dear, we absolutely adore you.” And with that she stumbled off towards the master bedroom as Luddy finished putting the dishes away.

Ethan and Juliette were left standing near the doorway. Juliette looked at the floor and mumbled, “I can seriously call an Uber.” Ethan wasn’t sure exactly how to react and stood silent for a minute.

“Jules. Let me take you home.”

“No.”

Ethan didn’t know what to say and Juliette was just as confused. He wasn’t hers, she wasn’t his, but she was mad about Emily. It was stupid and she hated it!

They stood there for another minute and Ethan reached out to touch her arm. “If you won’t let me take you home, come upstairs with me and look at the moon.”

Juliette was feeling particularly bratty and looked at him, “It’s raining you can’t see the moon.”

Ethan had lost his patience and grabbed her arm, “Then come upstairs with me and look at my bedroom.”

She hated to admit it, but she wanted to go up to his bedroom. She didn’t want to go back home. She wanted to fuck him. She relaxed a little bit and looked into his eyes. Ethan’s grip tightened around her arm and he pulled her close. He didn’t say a word, but he took a deep breath and held it. Luddy yelled from the kitchen, “Good night Mr. Ethan.”

“Good night Luddy, thank you.”

The lights of the kitchen clicked off and the two of them were left in the darkness of the hallway.

Juliette moved closer to Ethan and quietly reached for his cock. It was hard and pressing agains the zipper of his paints. The household was quiet and she was emboldened by darkness. She leaned to his ear and whispered, “Take me upstairs.”

Silently, Ethan led her through the house to the service entrance. They slipped through the door and up the stairs to Ethan’s floor. As they walked up the stairs, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. When Ethan opened the door to his floor he no longer tried to keep his hands off of Juliette.

He pawed at the buttons down the front of Juliette’s sun dress and greedily kissed the side of her neck. Juliette’s jealousy quickly faded and turned into lust. She leaned her head back as Ethan’s mouth worked it’s way towards her tits.

Ethan began to unbutton her dress and eagerly reached in to grab her, but Juliette stopped his groping hands. “No, no. You don’t get them until I know you cleaned your room.”

Ethan stood up and groaned. He reached down to hold his cock and Juliette grabbed his hand - “Ethan. You can’t play yet. Take me to your room”

He led her down the hallway to his room. It was gorgeous. Overlooking the city skyline. The bed faced the windows and the amber glow of Chicago made the need for lights unnecessary. Juliette looked around at the entire room as Ethan stood tentatively in the doorway.

She walked to the windows and looked out at the city, then turned back to Ethan. “Make me a drink.” She sat in the Eames recliner near the windows as she watched Ethan walk over to the bar in his room. As he made her a drink, she unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal her tits.

Ethan turned around and nearly dropped the drink when he saw her there. She sat on the Eames with her tits framed by her ‘bra’ - her nipples exposed and begging for him to suck on them. He got so hard that it was almost painful. He stopped for a moment and then walked over to her with drink in hand. He handed it to her and stood awkwardly for a moment.

Juliette took the drink, had a sip and looked up and him and smiled. “Thank you, this is a wonderful drink. You can sit down on the floor next to me if you’d like.”

Dutifully, Ethan sat down next to her. His head on her lap, staring at her tits with longing. Juliette loved this, but pretended not to notice. She began stroking Ethan’s hair and sipping her drink.

Ethan hesitantly reached his hand up to her tit. She moved herself away from him ever so slightly and then bent down to whisper in his ear. “Tell me what you want me to do baby. Tell me.” Ethan closed his eyes at the thought of what he wanted to do to her and didn’t say anything.

Juliette saw his cock twitch in his pants. “I know you want me to do “something”, your cock is telling me what you want.”

Ethan exhaled hard. “I want to suck your tits.”

She smiled. “You want to suck my tits, what?”

Ethan took a moment. “I want to suck your tits...please.”

Juliette smiled, positioned herself over him and leaned down to Ethan. She pressed her nipples against him and rubbed them down his face as she brought her face to his. She gently kissed and bit his lips. Her pussy was planted firmly in his lap and she began to dry hump him.

“You’ve been very good and very polite. And because you’ve been very good, I’m going to give you my titties to suck on.”

Juliette stood up and moved over to his bed. She sat near the headboard with her dress unbuttoned to display her big tits and her legs spread wide. She nestled a pillow against her leg and motioned for Ethan to come over.

“Come over here Ethan. Take your pants off and come suck on my tits.”

Ethan took his pants off and his glorious cock stood straight up against his stomach. He walked to the bed and crawled up to Juliette’s tits. He laid back against the pillow and Juliette laid her tit down to his lips.

He hungrily gobbled at her with his mouth and hand. With his other hand, he grabbed her nipple and began pinching it. Juliette groaned with pleasure. Ethan’s sucking and licking made her pussy throb with anticipation. The more he sucked, the more she was turned on.

Juliette began pushing Ethan’s face into her tits as he tried to get her hands to touch his cock. It had so much precum at the tip that he reached down and smeared it all over his hands and his shaft. Juliette watched him as he began to stroke himself.

“Does that feel good?”

Ethan shook his head, momentarily stopped his sucking and said, “It feels good, but you can make me feel better.”

“How can I make you feel better?”

“Let me rub my precum on your tits.”

Juliette nodded her head yes and Ethan shifted himself so that the tip of his cock was touching her nipple. He stroked himself and watching her fat tit bounce up and down at the end of his cock got him even more excited. He stood up a little bit more and brought his cock to her lips. With a tip full of precum he smeared her red lipstick as he pushed himself into her mouth.

Ethan looked down at her red lips wrapped around his cock and began fucking Juliette’s mouth - slowly. “I want your pussy now.”

Juliette looked up at him and relaxed her throat to take all of his cock. She was at the base of his cock and when she pulled back she left two red lip marks on his belly. A long string of spit strung from the tip of his cock to her lips.

“What do you want from my pussy?”

Now Ethan returned the favor and ran the tip of his cock from her lips all the way down her tits until he was between her legs. “I want all the cum you have in your pussy.”

Juliette smiled, “Well baby, some of it is yours.”

He wasted no time lifting up her skirt and taking off her panties. His cock found her wet, hot slit and thrust himself all the way in her. She felt so good that he stayed there for a moment and laid his body on top of her and simply started grinding.

The weight of his body felt amazing and the way that he was grinding he was rubbing her clit. Fuck. Juliette couldn’t think of anything else except her rising orgasm. She wrapped her legs around Ethan and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me baby. Fuck me.”

Ethan began pounding her and pulled himself off of her to watch her tits jiggle when he did. The harder he fucked her, the more desperate he was to suck her tits. He laid his body close to her, laid his head against her chest and began sucking on her tit while he was fucking her. It was absolute heaven for the both of them.

As Ethan got closer to cumming, his sucking got more intense and deeper. The rhythm of his tongue combined with his cock in her pussy brought Juliette to orgasm. As she came, she wrapped her legs tighter around him and he began to cum inside of her pussy. It felt amazing and Juliette had another orgasm from the feeling of his hot cum coating her inside.

When he was done, Ethan simply laid himself up against the side of her body and kept her tit in his mouth. Juliette let him stay attached to her. They sat like that for a long time. Ethan gently sucking on her tit and his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Her legs still wide and her dress still on.

Eventually, Ethan let go of her tit and she took the opportunity to get up to grab her drink. She found her purse and grabbed a cigarette so she could sit in the Eames and watch the storm while having a drink and smoking. Maybe she could figure out what this thing was that was happening between the two of them.

Ethan was laying in bed and he said, “Please stay with me tonight.” Juliette was sitting on the Eames staring out the window. She didn’t say anything. She just took a sip of her drink and lit her cigarette.

He got up out of bed and stood behind her. “Stay with me tonight. I need you.” Juliette turned back towards him and placed her forehead on his stomach. “Fuck Ethan. I need you too.”

Ethan reached his hand under her chin and gently lifted her face. He put his thumb on her lips and she opened her mouth to gently suck and nibble on it. She took a deep breath, rolled her tongue around his thumb and fed it back to her lips. With his thumb resting on her wet lips she looked up, “I really fucking need you.”

He groaned and the warmth of her breath on his stomach made him ache for her mouth wrapped around his cock. Juliette stuck her tongue out and began to break a trail from his belly down to the base of his cock. Ethan was still sticky from her cum and she ran her tongue across the top of his cock, making sure she left him clean as she traveled to the tip.

Just as she was about to take him back into her mouth they heard the front door open. They both froze, and then realized it was Brad loading in some luggage.

“Bro! I’m here.”

Ethan looked down at Juliette and let his head slump against his chest. “Fuck. It’s Ian. I forgot he was coming in tonight.”

Juliette lightly kissed the tip of his cock.

“I guess I’ll take that as a sign from the universe and ask Brad for a ride home.”

As they gathered their clothes, Ethan tried to persuade her that she should spend the night.

“Jules, don’t go. Stay. Ian’s got his own room on the other side of the place.”

The commotion from the hallway grew closer to Ethan’s room and before she could object Ian burst through the door.

“What, no welcome or hello? Rude.”

As soon as Ian entered, he noticed that Juliette was sitting on the Eames.

“Oh fuck. Jules. Hello! Did I interrupt something?”

Juliette grabbed her bag, walked over and hugged Ian.

“No Ian. It’s nice to see you again. I was just leaving.”

She walked out to the hallway and called after Brad, who was happy to oblige her with a ride back to her apartment. As they entered the elevator, Ethan came to the door.

“Let’s talk later?”

Juliette had her mask on her face, so he couldn’t decipher anything other than the slight head nod. She was grateful for the ambiguity that it provided. The entire ride home she kept playing the night over on a loop in her head. What the fuck is going on Juliette. You’ve got to get your shit together.

Brad pulled up outside of her place, and as Juliette was getting out of the car Brad looked at her through the rearview.

“I won’t be making any picks up from the airport for the rest of the summer.”

Juliette paused and nodded her head as she exited. Brad waited until she was inside the door of her townhouse and once she was inside her phone buzzed. It was Ethan. Breakfast? She double tapped a heart and headed up to bed.

The next morning Juliette woke up stretched across the entirety of her king sized bed. It was still raining out and there was nothing more that she loved than being lazy in her bed on a rainy day. She grabbed her phone and there was a message from Miles. Made it in late, didn’t want to wake you. Hot as balls. XO.

Juliette laughed to herself. Miles may have been a screenwriter but his brevity was second to none. As she rolled back over to snuggle into her pillow her front doorbell rang.

She laid back in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck. She waited a moment, unsure of what she was waiting for until the doorbell rang again and then she got out of bed.

Juliette opened the door. Ethan was standing there soaked to the bone and holding a box of Dunkin’ Donuts. She couldn’t help but laugh at him - he looked like a human rain drop.

“Ethan! Get in here before you turn into a puddle.”

“I brought donuts, but they were no match for the rain, sorry.” The box of donuts sagged sadly in his hand.

Juliette was trying very hard to not find him adorable, but it was difficult. She grabbed the donuts and headed back up the stairs to grab a towel.

“Stay right there and take off your clothes! I’ll be right back with a towel and we can put everything into the dryer.”

When she came back with the towel he was still in his clothes in her foyer. She stood at the top of the stairs, looked down at him and smiled.

“I thought I told you to take your clothes off so I could throw them in the dryer.”

“I wasn’t sure I heard you correctly.”

Juliette slowly descended the stairs.

“I think you heard me correctly. I think that you just wanted me to tell you again.”

She moved slowly towards him and pressed her body against his. He was so wet that he soaked her t-shirt. When he looked down at her, he could see her nipples were hard and pressing through her wet shirt. She smiled at him again.

“Take off your clothes Ethan.”

He undressed and left his clothes in a wet puddle at his feet. He was still wearing his boxer briefs. Juliette gazed at them and then back up at him.

“They’re not wet?”

Ethan shook his head no and Juliette reached down to touch them. Her hand grazed the front of him and then came up to his waistband. She stuck her hand under it lightly and began to lightly touch him as she made her way to his cock. She grabbed it gently and cupped his balls.

“Hm. I guess they’re not wet. Grab your clothes and follow me into the laundry room.”

Obediently he grabbed his clothes and followed behind her. Once they got into the laundry room she stood in front of him. She cocked her head to the side and said, “Put your clothes in the dryer, but don’t turn it on yet.”

Ethan did as she asked and then stood awkwardly for a few moments. Juliette began to take off her t-shirt.

“You got my t-shirt wet.”

She was completely naked. She handed her t-shirt to him.

“Please put my t-shirt in too, thank you.”

He did as she asked.

Juliette smiled and pressed herself against the front of him and again put her hands down his waistband and grabbed his cock. This time, her fingers found his tip and the reservoir of precum. She lightly rubbed it around, then pulled her hand out and placed her fingers in her mouth and began sucking.

“Mmm...seems wet.”

Ethan shook his head yes, took off his boxer briefs and placed them in the dryer. Juliette closed the door and turned it on. She looked around for a moment, put her hands on her hips and looked at Ethan.

“What should we do while we wait for the dryer to finish?”

Ethan stood silent for a moment.

“Is there something that you want to do with me Ethan? I’m sure you didn’t come over here just to do laundry.”

“No, I didn’t.” He put his hands on her hips and slid them down to her pussy. Spreading her lips. “I want to kiss you.”

Juliette smiled, “You can kiss me.”

Ethan got on his knees. Her pussy lips were open and a thick string of precum was stretched across them. He started by gently kissing her clit and running his fingers along her lips. She was so slippery that his fingers slipped inside of her pussy easily.

Juliette pulled him up by his shoulders and led him to her bedroom. He laid down on the bed and Juliette climbed on top of his face. Ethan continued to eat her pussy and reached up to grab her nipples.

Before she started cumming she lifted herself off his face and crawled down to his cock. She began kissing it lightly and it twitched with anticipation.

“Please don’t tease me Juliette.”

She smiled at him again. “I would never tease you if I wasn’t going to give you everything you wanted. Stand up and fuck my mouth.”

Juliette climbed off the bed, got on her knees and readied herself to take Ethan’s cock. He rubbed the tip over her lips as she stuck her tongue out begging for him. He grabbed the back of her head and slowly thrust his cock to the back of her throat. Juliette gagged a little bit and her eyes watered, but Ethan pushed a tiny bit more.

When he pulled out, he took the his spit and precum covered cock and smeared it over Juliettes face. He pushed it back into her mouth again and began fucking her. Slowly at first and then with more intensity. He brought himself all the way out and motioned for Juliette to lay on the bed.

He got on top of her and began rubbing the tip of his cock on her nipples. Juliette reached onto her bedside table for coconut oil and slathered her tits. She pushed them together and Ethan plunged his cock between them.

It was an incredible feeling and with each thrust, Juliette was able to stick her tongue out and lick the tip of his cock. Ethan began fucking her tits harder and Juliette knew he wanted to cum, so she stopped him.

Ethan groaned.

“Not yet baby. I want to sit on you.”

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last if you grind on top of me.”

Juliette wiggled out from underneath him and as he sat back on the bed she sat down on top of his cock and pressed her slippery tits against his chest.

“You’ll last long enough for me to cum.”

Ethan shook his head yes and Juliette began to slowly grind back and forth on his cock. Her clit was rubbing against him and she could feel his cock pulsing in her. Every once in a while she would stop mid grind until she felt him stop. She started to grind again, but this time, she pulled herself up off his cock until only the tip was in her. Ethan tried to push his hips up but Juliette stopped him by turning around to sit on him reverse cowgirl.

Ethan put his hands on her ass and spread her open as she lifted up and showed him her pussy. It looked amazing with his cock stuffed inside. He watched as she moved up and down until he couldn’t help himself. He grabbed on to her and began pumping faster.

Juliette turned her head and looked back at him. “Ask me nicely.”

“May I cum?”

“Where?”

“In your pussy?”

Juliette slowed him down momentarily.

“May I please cum in your pussy?”

Juliette stopped moving altogether. She enjoyed feeling him squirm under her hips. She took a moment and said, “Ethan. You can cum now.”

Ethan began pumping furiously into her pussy. Slamming her ass on him over and over until he came ropes of cum into her pussy. Juliette lifted herself up high enough on his cock that the last few pumps of his cum squirted all over her.

Sloane stood alone at the crowded bar staring at her glass. An unlit joint hung from her smeared lips and she fought back tears. She could see her ex across the room with his new girl. Her arms wrapped around his waist laughing at something that probably wasn’t even funny.

Her girlfriends had brought her to some guys loft party to help her get over her ex and of course here he was - happy. Fuck him. Fuck her. Fuck it. As she was getting ready to ghost her friends and go home a flame appeared at the end of her joint. Sloane stared at the flame and followed the arm up to an absolute smoke show. She lit her joint.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Sloane was a little buzzed and stood awkwardly for a moment then glanced back to her ex and his new girl. He followed her gaze.

“Shooting my shot here. Wanna go find a quiet spot on the roof, get high and forget about him?”

Sloane looked back at him.

“Yes I do.”

Wordlessly he grabbed her hand and they weaved their way through the crowd to a back stairwell. The rooftop terrace was empty and the view of the city was gorgeous. He led her to a dark corner and began kissing her neck gently. Sloane closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation. Without hesitation she turned around and began kissing him - deeply.

His hands reached under her shirt, into her bra and grabbed her tits. She undid his pants and reached in to grab his cock. It was thick, hard and topped with a pool of precum. Sloane rubbed her forefinger and thumb together over the slippery tip. She pulled away from kissing him and got on her knees to take his cock in her mouth.

Her eyes watered as she took it deeper and deeper until the tip was touching the back of her throat. He pulled it out and smeared the tip on her lips. Her mouth was sloppy and wet and spit mixed with precum was dripping down her chin. She stood up and pulled her panties off from under her skirt.

He wiped her face off and used the spit on his fingers to open up her pussy lips. She was already wet and he didn’t waste any time. He lifted her left leg under his arm and was inside of her. She was pressed against the wall with her panties hanging around her Doc Marten while he fucked her.

Neither of them said a word as he pumped deeply into her. She kept cumming in waves. His hands roamed her body and his mouth greedily kissed hers. He bit her bottom lip and his free hand rubbed her clit. Sloane was a wet mess and could feel her cum on the tops of her thighs.

He said only one thing, “Can I cum in you?” She pulled him closer with her leg and shook her head yes. He quickened his pace and when he started cumming he bit her nipples. Sloane came again from the intensity.

It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

Natalie, glowing in the light of the refrigerator, quietly rummaged through it looking for a snack. Her husband Alex had taken a sleeping pill and hadn’t noticed her leave the room after tossing and turning all night. She could never sleep in a strange bed no matter how “luxuriously” it was appointed.

They were at his college roommate Jack’s beach house. One week every summer some of his fraternity brothers and their families went to his Hamptons Beach house to vacation together. It was a fun tradition throughout the years, but Natalie always had trouble sleeping - even after smoking a joint on her patio. Now she had the munchies and was having trouble finding anything good to snack.

Undeterred, she headed over to the pantry. There was a soft glow coming from under the door and as she got closer she realized someone else was in there. Softly she cleared her throat so she wouldn’t scare whoever it was inside. The door slowly opened.

“Hey, it’s Natalie. I can’t sleep and I'm looking for a snack.” she whispered.

The door opened a little bit more and Jack was standing inside with a bottle of whiskey and a glass. “I guess I’m busted” he whispered.

Natalie smiled, “Not if you share your whiskey.” She walked into the pantry and closed the door behind her.

Jack held out a glass to her and she took a sip. “Nice place.” she remarked as she motioned to the pantry, “What’s a homeowner like you doing in his own pantry drinking whiskey at 3 a.m.?” She had a hard time not staring at him. She and Jack had always had a chemistry and she was standing in his pantry while he was wearing his boxers.

“I hide my good whiskey in here.”

Natalie stifled a giggle, “Well thank you for sharing then.”

While they were standing there, Natalie noticed some Rice Krispie treats and scooted towards them. The pantry wasn’t small, but she brushed up against Jack as she reached for the treats. When she did that the t-shirt she was wearing lifted up enough so that her stomach and tits brushed against his arm.

As she tried to maneuver around him, she ended up losing her balance, grabbing the basket of treats and they fell in a heap to the ground.

“I’m so sorry Jack. I’m kind of high and those Rice Krispie treats were calling my name.”

Jack nodded, “No worries, I get it. The siren song of Rice Krispies is enough to drive anyone wild.” He bent down to pick them up and as Natalie bent down to help he said, “Nat, it’s ok, I’ve got it.”

As Natalie reached down she picked up some Rice Krispies and his phone. She glanced at the screen and saw that a video was paused. He noticed her noticing the phone at the exact same time. There was a very long moment of silence. She placed his phone on the shelf next to them.

“Jack...I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to..”

“Nat, it’s totally fine. I’m sorry, this must seem really creepy...”

“No, no, no, it’s your house, I’m sorry.”

More silence. As Jack went to pick up his phone from the shelf he accidentally hit play on a video of a hot brunette and a guy fucking. He quickly fumbled to turn it off. Natalie wasn’t sure why, but she didn’t leave. She’d always thought Jack was hot and the thought of him jerking off in secret totally turned her on.

She dropped the Rice Krispies she had in her hand, grabbed Jacks hand and slipped it up under her t-shirt. He stood motionless for a moment. Natalie pressed play on his phone and leaned in to kiss his neck. She felt Jack’s dick up against her leg.

He tentatively reached his hand out and began rubbing her clit through her panties. “We can’t tell Alex or Kim about this.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Jack spit into his palm and got the tip of his dick wet. Natalie turned around and pulled her panties down and before she could get them off Jack was inside of her. She arched her back and he reached around and started rubbing her clit. Her pussy got so wet as they both tried to keep quiet that Jack had to pull his boxers down to keep the front of them from getting soaked.

Jack was getting close to cumming and Natalie could feel him going deeper and deeper inside of her. Feeling him enjoying her so much made her get close, so she bent over further and crossed her legs - tightening her pussy’s grip on his dick. It was enough for Jack to start cumming inside of her. Natalie finished at the same time and her pussy squeezed everything out of him.

When he finished, she grabbed a Rice Krispie treat and stood back up. She turned around, unwrapped it and smiled at Jack.

Juliette sat in the back of the towncar and could barely contain her excitement - she had finished her last interview! She grabbed a photo of front of the building, posted it to Instagram with the caption fin. and took a long, satisfying breath. Very French. Very done. She looked at her phone. 8:30 p.m.

“Back to the George V?”

“Yes. Please and thank you.”

The last 6 weeks on tour had been a blur of promotion and the next 48 hours in Paris had been the carrot Juliette desperately needed to get her through. It was her first time here and she wanted to see everything, but first she wanted to sit in the Hammam at the George V spa.

She was lost in thought when her phone vibrated. It was an Instagram message notification.

Hey Jules! It’s Ethan, Doug’s old roommate. I saw you’re in Paris. Been living here for 2 years. If you need a tour guide or want to catch a drink let me know! Would love to see you. Juliette smiled broadly and as her car pulled up in front of her hotel she took a moment to drink in this message.

Ethan was her older brother’s roommate from college. She first met him when they moved Doug into his dorm at the University of Michigan. She was a geeky high school junior carrying boxes of ramen arguing with her mom when Ethan walked in with his parents. She had a serious crush on him from the moment she laid eyes on him.

Ethan and Doug stayed friends and roommates throughout college and although the two weren’t living in the same city, they were still friendly and chatted frequently. Now here he was...hunky Ethan...texting HER...about getting a drink...in Paris. It was more than high school her could have ever imagined. She made a mental note to leave out the “hunky” when talking to him.

Juliette stopped at the front desk to confirm her appointment before heading up to her room. Once inside, she pulled out her phone to respond. Ethan, nice to hear from you. Would love to meet up. Tonight? Staying at the George V. Heading to spa shortly, back in room in about two hours. International cell service spotty, so insta is best - or hotel phone. Room 507.

When Juliette returned to her room 2 hours later she was blissfully relaxed...and super soft and smooth. She was so relaxed that she didn’t bother to change back into her clothes after her session, but instead opted to skulk the back stairs to her room in the oversized robe they offered her. She flopped on to her bed and casually picked up her phone. No messages.

It was 11:00 p.m. and Ethan “No Messages” wasn’t going to stop her good time. She had all of Paris before her, an in room bar and a 24 hour room service menu. Yes sir, I know how to have a good time. Good time is my middle name. Before she had left for the spa she placed an order for an American Cheeseburger and fries. She made the decision to eat the burger on her terrace...naked, like a glutton.

With the order placed, she turned on some music, opened the windows to the terrace and made herself a drink from the bar. Right as she was about to step on to the terrace, the doorbell rang. Juliette walked over to the door and opened it. It was Ethan.

“You’re not my cheeseburger.” she exclaimed.

Ethan laughed, “I’m sorry to disappoint you. I am not your cheeseburger.”

Juliette cringed a little bit. Yep. That’s Ethan. Great laugh, super hot and here you are J..in a fucking nana sized robe with no makeup on and your hair in a ponytail. All you’re missing is a box of ramen.

 She composed herself, “Ethan! What are you doing here at my room? I mean, not that I’m mad...I’m sorry, it’s been a long day. What’s up?”

“Well, I messaged you, but it didn’t go through. Then I tried to call you here, but the line was busy. I didn’t want you to think I was being flaky or standing you up, so...”

She looked at the hotel phone and it was off the hook. “Oh man, I left the phone off the hook after I ordered my cheeseburger. Of course. Please come in, I can get dressed and we can head down to the bar if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I do not mind waiting.” And with that he walked into Juliette’s hotel room. As he walked past her she reached out and hugged him a hello. He was wearing her favorite cologne, Tom Ford’s Vanilla Tobacco.

As she closed the door behind him the sound of a room service cart rumbled down the hallway. Just as she was about to close the door, the cart bumped the door slightly and left it ajar. A sweet looking younger man was on the other side of the cart. “Excuse me, excuse me.”

Juliette opened the door. Ethan turned around, smiled and said, “Your cheeseburger.”

“So it would seem.” she giggled.

The decision was made to order another cheeseburger and take their dinner on her terrace. They made fast work of the cheeseburgers and a bottle of whiskey. Ethan worked in finance and had spent the last two years helping his company establish their office in Paris. They laughed about Doug and talked about music and art and Juliette’s promotional tour.

It was a lovely evening and Juliette was thrilled that she didn’t have to change out of her nana robe. It had been a long day and this night had been just what she needed. They were sitting on the terrace in one of those lovely moments of space. When the conversation has a natural lull but it isn’t awkward. Juliette looked at Ethan and smiled. He pulled out two cigarettes, lit them at the same time and handed one to her.

She didn’t smoke on the regular, but that move was so smooth that there was no way she was turning down that cigarette. She took a long drag and said “I have a confession. I used to have such a crush on you when I was younger.”

“Really? I had no idea. You were always leaving the room whenever I came around.”

Juliette laughed. “Yeah, I had a real subtlety back then.” Ethan laughed too and she playfully reached across the table at him. “I left the room because you were a hot college guy and I was a 17 year old geek with braces and fluffy hair.”

Ethan smiled and nodded. “It was very fluffy.”

“It was the 90s. Perms were all the rage. I was excited to get your message and see you again.”

“Now that you’re a successful author and your hair seems to have de-fluffed you think you’ve got a shot?”

They both laughed really hard, “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Sell 5 million books, fly to Paris, fuck Ethan.” Their laughing died down to a slightly more awkward silence. Juliette took another drag and looked at Ethan. He wasn’t smiling. He was staring at her.

“Ethan, I’m just being silly. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t sell 5 million books just to fuck you. I’m a really talented writer.”

With that Ethan smiled, “I know you are Jules. I wasn’t uncomfortable. I was just thinking about it.”

“My book?”

“No. About fucking you.”

Juliette’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she wished that she was wearing more than just the nana robe. She cursed that she hadn’t stopped at Agent Provacateur upon arrival. She put out the cigarette and stared at him while readjusting in her chair. When she did that her robe fell open revealing her thighs. Ethan didn’t try to look away. Her heart beat faster.

He got up from his chair, walked over to her and placed his hand on her soft, smooth thigh. Juliette wrapped her arm around his forearm and pressed her face against him. She kept her legs closed, but slid his hand deeper between her thighs until his wrist was touching her clit. She looked up at him, bit her bottom lip and started to gently use his hand to masturbate.

Ethan smiled. He bent down and kissed her neck, then her shoulders. He moved down to her breasts and licked and sucked on her nipples. Juliette arched her back as he did that and she rubbed herself more intently. Ethan took his cue and he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand while his other hand slid between her pussy lips.

He grabbed her lips and gently tugged on them so that Juliette would stand up. She stood up and followed him over to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of the bed, released her wrists from his hand and spread her legs wide. Ethan continued to make his way down her belly until he was face first with her pussy.

“It smells like vanilla.” he said.

“You sound surprised.”

“Not surprised. Excited.”

Juliette placed her legs over his shoulders and Ethan began to lick her pussy. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have him between her legs. He ran his tongue all the way up and down her lips one last time and then he slipped his fingers into her waiting pussy.

He brought his face up to her and she pulled him close and licked his lips. Then she licked hers. “Not only do I smell like vanilla, I taste like it too.” Ethan took a deep breath and began to kiss her intensely. He was fingering her as he began to take his pants off.

He fumbled with his belt and it felt like he took forever, but once it was unbuckled Juliette’s hands took over and he stood over her. Kissing her face, fingering her pussy and loving every second.

Juliette drew immense satisfaction from how hard he was. She also felt her mouth water when she saw him naked. She pulled her face from his and whispered to him, “Please don’t just think about it, do it.” Ethan hesitated only long enough to pull the rest of her robe down, then he slid himself into her pussy.

She took him into her balls deep. He stayed deep inside of her and began pumping. He didn’t pull out very far, he just kept pushing deeper and deeper. Juliette’s nipples got really hard as she felt his balls slap against her ass. She put her hand around his shoulders, lifted herself up slightly and began grinding into him.

It only took a few moments for Juliette to be on the verge of cumming on him. He was rhythmic in his pumping and his mouth was tirelessly exploring the rest of her body.

“I’m going to get you sloppy with my cum Ethan. Is that ok?”

Ethan stopped fucking her for a moment, looked her in the eye and said, “Not only is it ok, I insist you cum on me.”

Juliette had been holding herself on the edge of her orgasm for a while and Ethan’s insistence pushed her over the edge. She grabbed two of his fingers and began sucking on them. Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around Ethan so that she could hold him on her while she came. Her legs were clasped tight around him until the moment she began to cum.

Ethan felt her pussy tighten and her legs weaken, but he pushed as deep as he could to keep her cumming. As soon as her pussy relaxed, so did her legs, and Ethan knew he had to cum too. He began pulling himself out of her until he was almost all the way out, then he slowly slid himself back in down to his balls.

Juliette’s pussy was warmed up and eager for his cum. She began wiggling her hips in a circular motion and sucking harder on his fingers.

“Fuck, Juliette. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum inside me.”

Ethan’s balls twitched and the thought of dropping a load inside of her was too tempting to not do. He took his fingers out of her mouth and with his thumb he began to rub Juliette’s clit. He picked up the pace of his fucking and Juliette groaned and spread her legs even wider. Ethan started to cum inside her and then he pulled himself out of her, stroked his cock and kept cumming all over her tits and face. Juliette groaned even harder and used her fingers to rub the cum on her nipples.

He looked at her and she was covered in his cum. She was now sucking and biting on the two fingers she had used to rub the cum on her nipples. Juliette smiled at him. Ethan laid down beside her - exhausted. They laid there for a few moments catching their breath.

Juliette turned to Ethan.

“I’m going to get up and take a shower before I go to bed. I am a very dirty girl and I’m going to need help to make sure that I’m very clean.” Ethan nodded at her.