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A Song for Julia

A Song for Julia

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Autoren: Charles Sheehan-Miles
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another thing. They expected me, and there was no getting out of it. School was closed from mid-December until late January, five full weeks. Five weeks with my mother browbeating me daily, telling me what a disappointment I was, telling me she didn’t raise me to be a whore.
    I wasn’t what she thought I was. I never had been. But she didn’t take the time to find out. She took the side of a malicious gossip over her own daughter. She believed the things that Maria Clawson had written about me. And I knew why. Because it was easier than looking at herself. It was easier than looking too closely at the fact that during that same time period when I’d been involved with Harry, she had her own secrets.
    But for now. For now I was curled up in bed with Crank. And I didn’t know where this was going: I didn’t know what it meant. But for now, it felt safe. So I decided to close my eyes and go with it. It scared the hell out of me. But sometimes, you just have to walk through that fear. So I clasped my hand over his and let myself drift.
    He stirred when I touched his hand. His breath sped up, and he stretched, which had the effect of pressing him up against me. I felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. Then he froze, and he said, very quietly, “Well, that’s awkward.”
    I could pretend to be asleep and let him withdraw. But I didn’t want to, so I whispered, “Only if you let it be.”
    I heard him stop breathing for a second. Then he said, “You’re awake. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …” and he started to pull his hand away.
    I held on, didn’t let his hand go.
    His breath quickened. And then he whispered something that brought very sudden tears to my eyes. “I don’t want to screw this up, Julia. I don’t ever want to be a person who hurts you.”
    And then he kissed the back of my neck, his lips just touching the top of my spine, and I felt it all the way down to my toes. I squeezed my eyes tighter, feeling his body down the length of mine, and pressed his hand harder into my breast. His lips moved slowly, just barely touching my skin, along my neck, up the side of my face. I turned my head to the right, bringing my lips to his. He was slow, tentative, his lips touching mine. My mouth opened, just slightly, and his opened, and for just a few seconds our tongues touched, and I shivered, my whole body awash with sensation. He ran his tongue along the edge of my lip, and I felt myself smiling. I turned my body toward his, my arms twisting around his body.
    When I turned, he lowered his head, bringing his lips to the base of my throat. His stubble was rough against my neck, and I sucked in a breath, my body pressing against his as if it had a mind of its own. His lips traced the edge of my jaw, up to my ear, and I found myself tilting my head back, giving him room. I let out a soft moan of pleasure, all of my attention focused on that one spot, where his lips touched my body.
    I gasped when he suddenly pulled back and opened my eyes. He’d backed up, and he said, “I want to see you. All of you.”
    He didn’t have to ask me twice. I nodded, quickly, and he reached forward and lifted my shirt, lowering his face to my belly. I whimpered a little as his tongue explored my belly button, even as he raised my shirt off my head with his hands. He moved his head up, and ran his tongue along the edge of my breast, and I grabbed his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle as he teased me, moving around, but not quite touching my right nipple. Then his teeth grazed my nipple, and I gasped. A part of me couldn’t help but mentally compare this to Willard, who would have been all finished by now, leaving me bored and feeling slightly used. Crank was … different. I’d never been with a man who was focused on how I felt. And it was very, excruciatingly clear that my pleasure was foremost in his mind. For a second, I thought I was going to scream as he bit me, and I found myself pressing my hand on the back of his head, willing him to bite harder.
    “Is this okay?” he asked, his tone deep, reassuring.
    “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
    He slid up my body and whispered in my ear, “Are you sure? Is this moving too fast?”
    I opened my eyes and looked in his. Then I reached up, grasping his face between my hands. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
    He grinned, then reached down and grabbed my pajama pants and yanked them down and threw them across the room. I let out a shriek as his tongue touched the bottom of

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