Julie blushed and tried to pull to the side away from him, but it was impossible. And although it was disturbing, she remained flattened up against his rising member on one side, and the sink on the other, her glass of water sloshing over the sides.
She felt like a teenager… silly and giddy. There seemed no sense in questioning the fact that she was alone in an apartment with a man she hardly knew; after all, it was still afternoon.
"How's about another bottle of wine, Julie," he whispered in her ear, kissing her on the neck in taunting nibbles. "I've got one very special bottle I've been saving for the right moment," he melliflously urged. "And this is the right moment, isn't it?"
"Ah, well…" giggled Julie. "I guess the moment is what you make it…"
"Hey, my kind of girl. All right!"
She didn't see any harm in staying for another bottle. Ertha's apartment was not far… three, four blocks, maybe and she had a key. She would share this bottle of wine – her gourmet curiosity demanded – and then leave. She didn't want to go back and be alone again watching television. Her tormented thoughts about Roy were gone for the first time and as long as the day continued, she knew that she would be free of sadness.
"As long as you don't get any wrong ideas," she added coyly as they turned and Don opened the top cabinet and reached in for the bottle of white burgundy that, true to his words, sported a sophisticated French label. Don looked at her: "Oh, no, of course not!" he said laughing. "What did you take me for, the mad rapist of Telegraph Hill?"
Julie stood with her back to Don as she rinsed out the wine glass. In etiquette befitting a waiter, Don opened the wine bottle, cloth over arm, and poured her a glass for tasting. "How is it, my lady? Would the lady care to keep the bottle?" he laughed, showing her the label. Julie squinted at a 1963 label and smiled. Age had to mean something.
"Care to toast, gorgeous?" Don said, staring at Julie's plush, rounded breasts.
Julie giggled.
"Okay… to us!" She held up her glass and both of them toasted, then Don took her glass from her and, casually setting it on the kitchen table, he drew her close and ran his tongue over the nakedness of her half-exposed breasts. Julie was not prepared for his forthright touch.
"Yum, yum, are you built, baby!" he said, leering into her face and running his hand over her breasts. He had expected no resistance and was totally surprised when she slapped him hard across the face.
Julie suddenly felt cold sober. She was not going to let another misunderstanding take place like the one with Corby Lewis. She shuddered, a shiver of repulsion starting at her toes and running straight up her spine.
"Please!" she begged. "I like you and I had hoped we could see each other again, but I don't like to be man-handled like that!"
Don stood there stunned, a hand against his stinging cheeks. He didn't understand… unless this woman was frigid or something… maybe a lez. Hell, maybe she was into a little "S and M" just to make it a little more exciting. Well, whichever it was, he'd gone through that with his ex-old lady and that was the reason he'd moved out to this bachelor apartment. He couldn't let a woman put him off like that twice.
"Come on, get off your high horse, will you?" he said, his eyebrows furrowing. "Who do you think you are? It can happen to me once, but twice is downright insulting!" Julie couldn't understand what he was talking about… maybe he was some kind of pervert! But she began to scratch and pull at him, trying to get away.
Then he backed off, his head hanging. "I'm… I lost my temper for a moment. But, to tell you the truth, I've just gone through one heart ache with a woman who turned up one night drunk with another woman and I came home to rind them in my bed… and damn it, since then… I've…"
Julie knew he wasn't lying. "I'm sorry for you," she said, rubbing his cheeks hoping the red mark went away before he looked at himself in the mirror. He might really hate her then! Resides, he hadn't deserved that kind of rebuke.
"What… do you say we go into the living room and lie down. I feel like lying down."
They did, only now Don took the foam rubber mattress that had doubled as a sofa and lay it down on the floor. Seconds later he was taking off his clothes.
Julie shivered, deathly afraid to insult the man again after she'd slapped his face; next time he might not be so gentle.
"Lay down," he said simply, guiding her by the arm. Only one direction to go, Julie did his bidding, daring not to budge, and her breath came shallowly.
Don looked down at the prostrate figure. His cock had been aching all day to open up those long luscious legs and get inside that little cunt and in a few minutes it would do just that.
Julie knew intuitively what was going to happen. With a certainly that allowed for no alterations, she knew that this man was going to make love to her right then, on that foam rubber mattress. He would do gross and ugly things to her, almost as if in punishment for what had not happened with Corby Lewis. It was beyond her why Don hadn't slapped her back. God knows, she hadn't led him on, but she had drunk quite of lot of wine, she realized and then she had let aim hold her like that when he was obviously aroused. But still, it didn't make any sense at all… none of it made any sense, like why he'd want to make love to her if he was in love with another. Or was he? What had he said about his ex-girl friend? And why, after she'd slapped him, didn't he just hit her back and call it quits? Men… she'd never understand them.
She could hear him taking off his clothes, and still she found it hard to understand what was really going on. He was moving now, coming toward her.
She sucked in her breath as he undid the buttons on her dress, slowly and deliberately and then began to pull it off her shoulders, down over her hips and off her legs, leaving her naked but for her underthings. All the while Julie remained unmoving. She could feel Don's eyes on her breasts and she squirmed as she felt her flimsy nylon panties being pulled down over the soft roundness of her buttocks and thighs. He was surprisingly gentle about it and this terrified her even more as she cringed tightly down into the mattress.
At first she refused to look at him. In front of this complete stranger's eyes, she felt more ashamed than she had ever been, more naked than she had ever thought possible. If she complied with his wishes, she thought, it would all be over sooner. Her thoughts turned to Roy, her boy friend… what would he think if he knew what was happening to her? And a voice, a woman's voice told her that he wouldn't even care. That's what Ertha would say… he wouldn't even care!
Tears welled in her eyes, but her self-control held them there and she realized that she probably had cried more in the last week than she had cried throughout her whole life. She also felt a horrible queasiness in her stomach from the wine she had drunk. If only she could faint and not know anything about it.
Julie glanced up at Don who was raptly studying her nakedness. His nude body loomed over her, and she could see his stiff prick sticking out of the black fuzz of hair at his groin. It looked awful! The thought that he was going to worm that lewd extension of his flesh down between her legs and inside her… the very thought! She shuddered and turned her face away at the idea of being made love to by someone other than Roy.
"Please," she whimpered, then becoming afraid that he would become violent, she fell silent, wishing she had said nothing. The whole thing revolted her, and she felt she just couldn't go through with it, no matter what happened to her, even if he beat her up!
But Don continued to fix his stare, and despite her brave thoughts, Julie felt so vulnerable that she did not budge. Don almost drooled as he looked down at her, enjoying a few moments of complete power over her. His eyes swept along her long shapely legs, then rose to her milk-white thighs that trembled softly, clamped tightly against each other, as though they would prevent any intruder from tasting the joys of the silken honey-patch between them. Julie's breasts were large melons of flesh that jiggled on her rib cage with each tremulous breath she took.