Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... not your fault, Jack. There is no way that you could have known that Julia had only one dose of the morning after pill. If anyone is to blame, it's me." I pulled her to me, and held her close to my chest. Our tightly molded bodies didn't make the fear, and uncertainty go away, but at least it made it more tolerable. "It isn't anyone's fault, K. Sometimes shit just happens." We didn't make love that morning, as had become our habit lately. I just held her close until it was almost time for our parents to get up, she then reluctantly returned to her own room. I would be glad when it was time to go to college. Perhaps then we could have better sleeping arrangements. *** Although we had a lot on our minds, that day started out to be pretty good. My sister and Julia made up soon after Katie left my room. I listened through the wall as they talked quietly, then cried loudly. I didn't even have to convince my mom to lend me her car. She was making lasagna, when discovered that she was lacking some of the essential spices. She asked me to go into town to buy them for her. I had thought that the girls could accompany me, so that we would be out of parental oversight. My parents weren't overly attentive, but they seemed to have planned to spend the entire day doing things with us. My dad nixed the idea of them accompanying me, because he needed them to help him plant flowers. I gave them both a shit eating grin as I pulled away, leaving them both elbow deep in dirt. It was only a ten ...

... minute ride into town, and I occupied myself with listening to the one local radio station. They mostly played classic rock, which wasn't exactly my thing, but anything that would get my mind off my situation was worth it. I cruised into the drug store, and picked up a jumbo pack of Trojans. Having sex with two women would take some getting used to. I went to the grocery store, and picked up the ingredients that my mom needed: fresh basil, fennel seed, and some Italian parsley. It was only as I neared our vacation house that I realized I had no place to hide that big box of prophylactics. How could I get them from the car, and into the house without my parents seeing them? I had no logical explanation as to why I would need a jumbo pack of condoms when there was no obvious recipient of my sexual attraction. It was then that the devious nature of my mind surprised me. I popped the condoms out of the box and stuffed them down my pants. I stashed the empty box under the seat. I would have to dispose of it later when my parents weren't paying attention. I dropped the lasagna ingredients off to my mom, and practically ran into my room, where I shut the door. I had just slipped the condoms into my dresser drawer, when my door opened. It was Julia, who was looking oddly attractive in her soiled gardening clothes. She had worked up a sheen of perspiration, but the sweat did nothing to subtract from her natural beauty. Her light brown hair flowed out from her usual ponytail, and her ...