A Song for Julia

my foot, tickling me, sending sensation racing up my entire body. He grasped my right leg in both hands and held it, then began running his tongue up the side of my foot, then my leg. He shifted one hand to my other leg, caressing up my thigh. My legs were shaking, my whole body shuddering, almost convulsions, as his tongue ran up my inner thigh. Slowly, painfully slow.
    Then his tongue was inside me, and I nearly screamed, my hands grabbing the sheet into my fists, and I threw my head back. I didn’t know if I was in pain or pleasure or what. I’d never had a man do this. It was something entirely new, and then I was just lost in the sensation. I moaned, loud, then louder, squeezing my eyes shut and wanting to cry out.
    I thought he was going to stop, and I didn’t want him to. But he kept going, and I got lost in wave after wave of sensation. My eyes rolled up in my head, and I felt my toes clench together, and then I couldn’t stop myself. I let out a scream.
    He did stop then. “Careful, you’ll wake up your roommates.”
    “Screw them,” I said, my voice fierce.
    “That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as this.”
    “Shut up. Keep going.”
    “As you wish,” he said, teasing, then plunged back to business, and my back arched, and I stuffed my face into a pillow, desperately trying not to scream again. Tears were running down my face, and I felt suddenly lightheaded as my entire body shuddered.
    I pulled my face away from the pillow, my breath starting to slow, and whispered, “That’s never happened before.”
    He chuckled. “It was my pleasure.” And then he kissed my belly button again, and my breasts, and moved his way back up to my mouth. I felt his penis, hot and erect between my legs. I pressed myself to him. “I want you inside me.”
    He closed his eyes for a second. “I don’t have any protection with me.”
    “What?”
    He sighed. “I hadn’t … didn’t plan on this.”
    I wanted to cry out in frustration. But I certainly didn’t have any condoms in the room, and I wasn’t on the damn pill, and … damn it!
    “Lay down,” I said.
    “What?”
    “You heard me, punk. Lay down. You don’t get to do that for me and not get the favor returned.”
    He lay down flat. “My dreams just came true.”
    “Be quiet.”
    And then he was.

CHAPTER TWELVE

    Why should anything make sense? (Crank)
    I could think of nothing in the world I would have liked better than to have just stayed in bed with Julia. All day. All night. All month. Whatever. Unfortunately, we had a couple of problems to deal with—she had a big paper due on Monday, and we had two wrecked cars across the street. I wasn’t about to suggest putting off working on the papers: Julia’s too smart for that. And the cars, well, we couldn’t just leave them.
    So, we got our showers, suited up for the cold, and spent a good chunk of the morning on the phone with our respective insurance companies. This was going to be very, very bad for my insurance rates. I didn’t even want to think about that.
    Finally, that was sorted, and we were both trying to figure out what to do next. And that was—awkward—because in truth, we hadn’t really resolved anything. Had we just had a one-night stand, and no one told me? I didn’t really know the answer. Were we friends? More than friends? Lovers? Hell, if I knew. And as bold as I usually am? I was afraid to ask.
    It was time for me to go, and I didn’t want to go, and from what I could guess, she didn’t want me to go either. And then my phone rang.
    I looked at it. Dad. Dad rarely called me, unless it was for something important, so I answered it immediately.
    “Hello?”
    “Dougal, listen … I need you to come by the house. This afternoon.”
    “Dad … kind of a bad time, what’s up?”
    “If I wanted to discuss over the phone, I wouldn’t ask you over, would I, wise guy? Just come by.”
    I sighed. “Listen … I kinda wrecked my car last night. And Julia’s.”
    “You what? How the hell did you manage that?”
    I shook my head, getting frustrated. “Ice, when I was taking her home.”
    “Well, take the T then. But I need you to come to the house, all right? It’s important. Where are you, anyway?”
    I swallowed then said, “I’m in Cambridge.”
    His voice dropped. “At Harvard? With her?”
    I coughed. “Yeah.”
    “You better not be doing anything that’s going to end up hurting that girl, Dougal. I love you, but I know you, kid—you’re bad with the