The Rediscovery of Julia

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  1. D_Grizelda Bracegirdle

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    Life sometimes has that cruel habit of catching up on somebody, surprising them with its speed and agility. When Julia reached her 35th year, she faced this most modern of dilemmas: what have I done with my life?

    Harry could never be described as a bad husband, but nor was he a good one. Friday nights for him were when he could kick of his shoes and watch the TV, without removing himself from the floor until the following morning. He had married Julia three years earlier, even then fast on his way to becoming Fatty Arbuckle II. Now he was worse than ever, downing beers and devouring fried chicken every night of the week. With his increased workload, he had lost any sense of masculinity or adventure. He was content to live on the same street until he hit middle-age, by which time he had already picked out a retirement home next-door to his parents.

    Julia had always been aware, as had Harry, that she was the intelligent one of the two. She met him straight from Law School in a bar. What attracted her to him was what she hated now: his easygoing manner, desire for family, homeliness.

    In bed, he was nothing more than an amateur. Making love to him was like a wardrobe falling on you, with the key still in, as Julia's brash friend Tammy would have said. He was aware of his size, or lack of it, and trawled sites for enlargement pills and other schemes to satisfy her. She had never known anything beyond the four walls of their bedroom. Life was distilled to repeats of Oprah, new recipes from old Mrs Hillard and anniversaries were celebrated at the local, tepid Italian.

    The street they lived on dull and staid, just like the lives of its inhabitants. It was the last place one would expect to find a stranger fitting the description of Dexter Rider.
     
  2. D_Grizelda Bracegirdle

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    Dexter was never the conventional sort though. He was a strange mix of wild and well-groomed, a huge and powerful figure but gentle and calm. He stood 6' 2'' with great hands and light hair to his shoulders. Julia always thought of him as Tarzan- lost in the jungles of suburbia.

    She watched him for days on end, entranced by how he moved, how he walked and talked, charming the neighbours. He was more man than anyone she had met, yet he had no need to prove it to some of the local guys, who considered themselves kings of their own little empires.

    One balmy evening, Julia watched Dexter in his bedroom, the sun making his hair appear like woven gold to the eye. He pulled off his tight T-shirt and the air around him seemed to gently massage his naked flesh. Next was the glory shot: his boxers gave way to an almighty bulge of manhood. It was strong and mighty, bowing to the floor in splendour. Harry couldn't even get close to it with a month's worth of bootleg Viagra. Dexter looked up. Julia froze with terror and blushed. Dexter though, instead of moving away or running to close his curtain, gave a wink and smile, before striding into his bathroom.

    For days, Julia lay awake at night, silently dreaming, secretly hoping that the show would continue. She didn't dare leave the house, for to bump into Dexter would be mortifying. Harry was oblivious to her, consumed with his new business venture. At the end of the week, without thorough explanation or even a kiss goodbye, Harry left for Chicago. 'I'll be back in two weeks, baby. Be good,' he grunted.

    And Julia knew she would be anything but.
     
  3. D_Grizelda Bracegirdle

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    She remembered every minute of the next few days. It was two days later, after no sign of Dexter, that she had a knock at her door. It was he, in a surfer's t shirt and baggy shorts. Julia let out a squeal of fear and excitement.

    'You!' she exclaimed.

    He let out a deep, throaty laugh- her first experience of his voice.

    'Yeah, me,' he said, 'your own private show!'

    'Jesus, I'm sorry. God, I can't tell you how sorry I am, suburbia is just a hotbed of pent up frustration and longing. Forgive me.'

    'Who's complaining? I was there for a reason.'

    'You were? What do you mean? You ain't some pervert, are you!'

    'I've been watching you too. Hey, it's a new town, I'm lonely. I get tired of just having old Mrs McCarthy and Oprah for company.'

    Julia beamed at him. And then, without another word spoken or movement made, Dexter embraced her, collapsing into a heap on the floor. She pulled off her dress and writhed on the floor, tumbling over one another, frantic, quick, deft movements.

    He kissed and caressed her neck, ran his fingers through her hair. She licked him, scratched his back and inhaled the scent of his heavenly hair. She had never felt anything quite like his manhood as it filled her, so manly and firm. He took control as she yelled out in exclamation.

    All her years of loneliness, dowdiness evaporated within minutes. She was free...
     
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    'We should have a dinner party,' Harry said upon returning. Julia was shocked that such a thought would even enter his head. He was happy to have fries washed down by a Bud. 'Let them all know that we're coming up in the world.' Ah, that was it. Not a dinner party, but more of a bragging contest where the neighbours could all come and describe how their son/daughter was top of the class, how husband/wife was due a promotion and their car simply had to be replaced.

    Julia could think of nothing worse. 'So, who would come? Derek and Patsy? Mike and Trisha?'

    'Yeah, that'll do.'

    And then it hit Julia.

    'How about that new guy across the street? The young one?'

    'Him? Why? A country bumpkin if ever I saw one.'

    Julia knew however, that she and that country bumpkin would be able to have a whole lot of fun, right under her husband's very nose.
     
  5. D_Grizelda Bracegirdle

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    Let me know if you want more. Its my first time and would like to hear what you have to say.
     
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    go on please.
     
  7. David187

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    nice job so far. i like how you don't fixate on numbers, like some of the other stories do.
     
  8. TheRob

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    I wouldn't mind ifyou described the female we are reading about
     
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    Hey Britneysmears:Good stuff!I like the scene setting, the description and the build-up. I can feel the sexual tension. I agree with TheRob; a bit more description of Julia. If you want to prolong the story before the two main characters actually do the deed, you might throw in a bit more description of her fantasies thinking about Dexter -- in her mind she could compare him to other guys she has dated or just describe her fantasies masterbating in bed one evening. Another way to extend the story and add some sexual spice could be to describe Dexter's thinking about Julia. Tell it from his perspective and have him imagine what he might do with the sexy neighbour. What does he find attractive about her? What does he want her to do to him when they actually get alone together? I like your writing and want to read more! These are just a few suggestions how you might tease out this story and please us horny readers :)
     
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