44. Plans

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"Man, I wish I were as smart as you," Kris sighs, leaning back on her chair at the cafeteria table. "College applications are a bitch. Where are you applying anyway? Have you already decided on a major?"

I groan. College applications are everything everyone's been talking about for the past weeks. "I honestly don't know. I was thinking Engineering, but I feel like a lazy ass like me won't make it out of there alive."

"Ugh, math." Kris makes a puking gesture. "What about you, Alexis?"

"I've applied to Wharton. My dad wants me to take up Business, but I'm leaning more towards Architecture," Julia says nonchalantly. She looks at me and places a hand on my lap.

Wharton. There goes my chance of going to the same school as Julia. I try not to let my disappointment show. We haven't really talked about college all that much because I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, and Julia doesn't seem too enthusiastic to talk about it either. But I can't deny there's a part of me that assumed we'd want to go to the same university.

Kris lets out an appreciative whistle. "That's big."

"Didn't you get scouted for basketball, Alex?" Casey butts in. "I heard Diane did."

"Someone did talk to me, but I turned down the offer. I won't be playing in college." I was already contemplating the thought even before a scout approached me, but dropping basketball came easier than I thought. Sure, I love playing, but I figured I wouldn't have any time left for myself if I add another extracurricular activity once I enter college. "I might be preoccupied with some other stuff.." I drift off. At Julia's raised eyebrow, I shake my head. "Nevermind. I just know I want to do something with computers. I've been helping out in our labs and I have enough background. Plus, it's the future."

"If we don't go to the same school, I'm gonna miss you." Kris pouts.

I roll my eyes at her. "You're gonna miss me doing your math homework, you mean."

"That, too, but who am I gonna call at night when I want to get laid?"

Julia chokes on her water and I pull out a hanky from my pocket, softly dabbing it on her mouth.

I shoot a glare at Kris, who bursts out laughing. "I'm fucking with you. I meant no one would be my chaperone to drive me around bars and intimidate guys I don't like."

"Intimidate?" Julia raises an eyebrow at me. "She's as intimidating as a puppy."

"That's because she turns to a softie when she's with you. Oh, you should see her in action. She wraps a possessive hand on my waist and looks at the guys with her chin up and an expression that dares them to come closer. Fucking works like a charm. It also doesn't hurt that she's more handsome than half of them." Kris raises her hand, palm up. "But don't get jealous, that's just Lexi being a gentlewoman."

"I know." Julia smiles, takes my hanky, and pockets it. "She can be intimidating when she wants to."

Kris points an accusatory finger at her pocket. "I saw what you did there. That must've been the third handkerchief this week." She turns to me. "Just how many of those do you have?"

I shrug. "Enough." I did notice that my collection is diminishing faster than usual, but knowing that they all go to Julia instead of someone else, I didn't mind. She seems to have taken a liking to them though I never see her use any.

The conversation around the table flows easily, Julia giving her input even without prompting and casually joking around. It's good to see her relax around my friends. When the girls got to know her and realized she's not the ice queen people are making her out to be, they warmed up instantly.

After school, instead of staying at the office, Julia asks me if I can come over to their house for a bit. As if I would ever say no. It's not that I don't appreciate our time together in school, but being with her in a place where there are eyes everywhere is way different when we're alone together. And in case you're wondering, coming over is not a code for sex—we don't need a code for that.

Once inside her bedroom, Julia heads straight to her closet. I grab the remote of her newly installed TV, turn it on, and strip off my shorts. Not bothering to fold it, I make myself comfortable on the bed. Julia told me she had the TV installed because her bed is more comfortable than the couch on their second floor. I think she wanted privacy since we always end up making out.

A minute later and she emerges, now clothed in only my hoodie and nothing else. Well, nothing I can see because my hoodie is too big and long that it covers the shorts she's probably wearing underneath it.

"You know, I think half my wardrobe migrated over to yours."

"Mine is more spacious. Wanna talk about it?" She asks as she sits on the edge of the bed.

"About what?"

"Wharton." She tucks a leg underneath another and turns sideways to face me. "Don't think I didn't see that kicked puppy look earlier. I'm sorry, Al. I should've told you sooner."

"Am I that transparent?" I try for a laugh, but it sounds fake even to my own ears. I've been told a lot of times that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I haven't yet decided if that's a good or a bad thing. I place a hand on her thigh. "But I understand. It's not like we can do anything about it. Is it final? "

"No." Julia looks at me with a furrow between her brows. "At least, I don't think so. My dad just wants me to apply because it's his Alma mater. I'm planning to apply wherever you do." She covers her hand with mine.

Hearing those words makes me lose a little tension from this morning. I intertwine our fingers. "Really?" I ask, my voice sounding hopeful.

"Yes, of course. I'll do what I can to be with you." She flicks her hair over her shoulder with her other hand. "Even though your habit of haphazardly throwing discarded clothes in the nearest available surface gets in my nerves," she plucks off the hastily thrown shorts and folds it neatly before placing it on the bedside table. "That's not nearly enough reason to pass up the chance to live with you."

My heart stutters. Live with you. She wants to live with me. "Do you mean that?"

Julia smiles, showing her full dimples. "Yes."

She was about to sit on the bed but instead, I grab her by the waist and kiss her. I don't crave for sex. I swear I don't, but the moment her lips touch mine, there's always this tug on my stomach that makes me want more. She lights a fire I didn't even know I had inside me.

Following my lead, Julia plants a knee on either side of my thighs and straddles me. I run my tongue on her bottom lip before plunging inside. She moans and presses both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.

I slip a hand inside her hoodie, pleased to find that she's wearing no shirt under it. I tug the hoodie to take it off her, breaking the kiss. Julia sits naked on top of me, hands on my ribs, nipples erect, cheeks flushed, and breathing heavily. She looks like a goddess.

The surge of desire from the pit of my stomach threatens to undo what little control I have left. When she leans in for a kiss again, I use the chance to switch our positions. Now on top of her, I use the strength of my lower body to keep the pressure off her. "You're easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Have you seen Diane?" Julia looks up at me. Though her eyes were clouded with lust, there's a hint of insecurity that leaks from her voice.

"Julia," I trace my fingertips over her face—her eyebrows, her nose, her jaw. The pad of my thumb rests on her lower lip and I cup her cheek. "Everyone pales in comparison to you."

Julia inhales deeply. Her gray eyes, almost silver, bores into me as if she can see the deepest recesses inside my soul. She kisses the thumb hovering over her lip and whispers, "I love you."

The words hit me square in the chest. Julia rarely says it, and so do I. I prefer to let my actions speak, but in this case, hearing those three simple words puts my heart at ease. It's because she rarely says it that when she does, it feels like hearing it for the first time again.

Instead of using words, I show her by memorizing her lips with my tongue. My hand traces every exposed curve of her body. It's not enough—I need to feel her on my skin. As if she were thinking the same thing, Julia tries to ease my shirt off me, but with the disadvantage of being shorter and under me, she barely manages to get it past my shoulder. I laugh and get off the bed, stripping every piece of clothing away.

Julia follows me and is about to do the same, but I still her hands. "Let me." I hook my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and tug it down along with her shorts. She steps one foot off, then the other. The black ink etched on the pale, creamy skin never fails to draw my eyes. It's simple yet so elegant, and so Julia. I plant a swift kiss on it before standing upright.

Julia intertwines her fingers on the back of my neck and kisses me. "I love it when you undress me."

"I should do it more often." I circle her waist and tug her closer. The moment our bodies press together, we both let out a sigh. "You feel so good." I nuzzle her throat before placing my hands beneath her thighs and carrying her back to the bed. The heat of her center makes contact with my stomach and I suck in a breath.

I lower her gently on the bed, placing one leg between her thighs. Leaning down once again with my arms supporting on the side, I place feather-light kisses on the side of Julia's throat where I feel the rapidly increasing pounding of her pulse. The skin-on-skin contact almost makes me dizzy with need. "If we live together, will you make me packed lunches?"

"If you want me to," Julia answers breathily. I make a trail down to her breasts. I place open-mouthed kisses around her breast in a circle, working closer and closer until her nipple is the only place left untouched.

I look up at Julia, who pleads at me with her eyes. I smirk and flick my tongue over her nipple. Her head falls back on the pillow with a moan, her hand tangling in my hair. I take a pebbling nipple in my mouth, ravishing, alternating between sucking and nipping, and at the next flick of my tongue, Julia arches her back and whimpers. I move to her other breast and do the same. "How about the groceries?" I thrust my leg upwards and Julia moans.

Between labored breaths, she answers, "We go together."

"Will we have roommates?" I trail a finger down her stomach.

"No, I want you all to myself." At the first touch of my finger on her center, Julia shudders. "Fuck."

I run a finger through her slick folds. "Baby, you're so wet." I slide my finger downward, teasing her entrance, then going back up again.

"Then do something about it," Julia complains and tries to find purchase with her hips, but finds none as I pull my hand back.

"Later." I move downwards and plant a kiss on both ankles. From there, I make my way upwards, leaving a trail of kisses along the length of her legs. In my exploration, I find out a sensitive spot at the back of her knees and the inside of her thighs. I venture as close to the apex of her thighs as I can without touching where she wants to be touched the most, then I stop.

"You're killing me." Julia covers her eyes with an arm.

I kiss her on the stomach. "I'm enjoying you." Gently removing her arm, I make her meet my eyes. Then slowly, I swirl my finger on the side of her clit.

Julia lets out a strangled moan and closes her eyes as if savoring the feeling. "Yes," she breathes out, her voice raw and throaty. "Fuck me, Alex. I need you inside me."

Heat shoots through my core. There's nothing hotter than someone taking control of her own pleasure. "Fuck." Her command makes me feel like a soldier on a mission, and not even the president can stop me from obeying it. I enter her with one finger, feeling wet heat inside her. I pull out and come back with two.

Julia shouts out in an unrestrained moan, writhing underneath me. I take a nipple in my mouth, lashing out with my tongue. I can feel Julia's shaking legs and hear the sound of her wetness with every thrust of my finger. She pulls on my hair roughly and her other hand grabs on my back, nails digging into my skin.

I welcome the bite of her nails and thrust harder. Julia's nonstop moans intensify and I know she's about to come from the way she's tightening around my fingers. She's so hot I think I'll come just by hearing her moan. With a jerk of her hips and arch of her back, she cries out, "Alex!"

I watch her come undone and wait until she comes down from the high of orgasm before slipping out as gently as I can. I lie beside her and without a word, she snuggles closer, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I wrap an arm around her waist. "Will we bring the babies with us?"

"Yes." The vibration of her words on my throat makes me squirm. Julia notices it and slips her hand between us, reaching for my aching clit. She untangles herself from me and makes her way down.

Julia stops at my breasts, giving each of them the attention they deserve. I close my eyes, savoring the sensations Julia's tongue brings to me. After a moment, I feel her shift. Then everything happens at once. Julia's silky hair on my thighs, her breath on my center, her tongue on my clit.

My eyes fly open and a moan rips out of my throat. "Fuck!" One of my hands flies to her hair, holding her in place. The other grips the sheets until my knuckles were white.

"Mmm." If the vibration of her mouth on my throat makes me squirm, this one almost makes me come. Julia strokes me with the flat of her tongue languidly, as though she's taking her time. After months of dating, she already knows when and where to hit all the right spots. At this rate, I won't last five minutes.

Julia mumbles something but I'm too far gone to understand it. Did she say quota for orgasms? "Whatever you want," I tell her because there's nothing bad about orgasms, right?

"Deal." I can feel her smiling. She uses the tip of her tongue to lash out on my clit. Repeatedly. And just when I think it couldn't get better than this, she sucks on my clit. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I can feel the pressure of orgasm building up in every part of my body.

"Oh, fuck." I groan, my hands tightening their grip on Julia's hair.

Julia looks at me, head between my thighs, eyes blazing with desire, and mouth dripping wet from my arousal. "I want you to come in my mouth." She lifts up my butt and dives in.

I've never been a fan of penetration but that fucking tongue. Julia's tongue reaches inside me, though not reaching far enough, just the sensation of having her wet, smooth, velvety tongue inside me makes me lose it. And if that wasn't enough, she uses her thumb to continue the pleasant torture of my clit. I thrust with my hips, matching the rhythm of Julia's tongue. I try to hold on for as long as I can, but soon, the ecstasy reaches its peak. I cry out as the sensations override my senses and Julia continues to relentlessly fuck me with her tongue.

As I come crashing back to earth, Julia darts out her tongue to lick her lips. With one final kiss to my still-throbbing clit, she climbs up back to me.

"C'mere." I open my arms to welcome her and kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her lips. We both settle on to our usual positions with her head on my shoulders and my arms around her like old lovers. "You make me feel..." Good. Alive. Like I've been fucked to hell and back. Loved. "...so much."

"You do too." Julia traces my collarbone. She gives me an impish look. "And I'm holding you to that minimum of six orgasms per day."

Good God. "You sly woman." I laugh. "Your pleasure is mine. I'll raise you and make that eight."

Julia's eyes widen. "I think I should start to run and raise my stamina," she murmurs.

We lie for a while, taking comfort in each other's arms. "If this what it's going to feel like once we move in together, I think I'm going to miss a lot of classes. You can't tear me away from your naked ass."

"You have more self-control than I do. Even if you can miss classes, you won't let me miss mine. You care about me too much to let me sacrifice academics. Take responsibility for both of us."

"True." I hug her closer. "And at the end of the day, I can look forward to holding you like this again."

"Great motivation."

I kiss her forehead, feeling content and happy and excited about a future together. "I can't wait to come home to you." 

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