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Back Rub for Julia

... roll with this, it might resolve itself. She padded out of the bathroom. I stood and admired how her hips swayed enticingly, and how tight her tanned teenaged ass was. I'm sure it could easily pass the quarter bounce test. She turned around at the doorway, and looked back at me. I made no secret that I had been checking her out. I expected a comment of "dumbass," or at least her confident 'I have this guy wrapped around my finger' smirk. I got neither. She looked nervous, and she darted out of the room, without any of her usual gazelle-like grace. I turned on the water in the large granite shower. I turned enough cold water on so that it wouldn't scald us, and switched the water from the faucet to the shower heads. I love this shower. Instead of having one shower head blasting you from the front, you have one forward, and one rear shower head. There are also four minor jets that strike a little above my waist. This was the perfect shower for two, or even three. I wonder why Katie didn't want to join us. I looked at myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to heat up. I had to admit that I looked pretty good. I flexed my muscles, and they jumped out into view. Honestly, my body is not bad, but it is mostly due to good genetics, rather than to a strict regimen of diet and exercise. My attention was pulled from my posing to a quiet conversation being held in the other room. With the door being closed, and the water running, I couldn't make out a single word. The tone ...

... sounded tense, and the exchanges of words between the girls were quick. After another minute of talking, the conversation stopped, and I heard the movie start back up. The linen closet door opened, and shut, and the door to the bathroom opened. Julia walked in with two pink towels held in her arms. All the nervousness that I saw in her face a few minutes ago was gone, and was replaced by her normal confidence. She tossed the towels on the sink, and slowly crossed the room to me. She placed her hand flat against my chest, right above my heart; it was also right on the bite mark that my sister gave me as a token of ownership. She paused for a second, and just appeared to be feeling my pulse through my chest. Her eyes locked with mine. "Does your heart beat harder when I'm near you, Jackson?" This was not what I expected. I hesitated in answering, and she slowly closed the distance between us. I bent down slightly to allow our lips to meet. She was taller than average for a woman, but even on her tip toes she couldn't match my height. The kiss was slow, and tender. I don't describe it that way to detract from the passion of it, but rather to contrast it with the hungry, needy way that she had kissed me the first day we had sex. What had changed between us? Maybe Katie was right about her being in love with me. Her body molded itself to mine. We fit together perfectly. She was the yin to my yang. Her hand rubbed the back of my head, and pulled me down farther. Without breaking the ...