Weekend Wendy

The Beginning

When Alan and Julie met, he was looking for a friendship, possibly a more physical lasting relationship, but what happened was eye-opening for him. Would he be able to go along with it?

Julie was out with her friends but had plans to move on to a club closer to her home.

Hope was my best friend’s wife. She hadn’t seen Julie since they had left school several years earlier. I was only out by chance; Hope’s sister was home from France, and Hope phoned me and insisted I join them for a drink. Thank goodness they did.

It was getting to the end of the night.

Julie had finished her beer and didn’t have a drink. The bar was busy and about to be closed.

I offered Julie beer; I had quite a few left, too many for me to drink myself. I was getting a little bit drunk.

I wasn’t going to drink much more, anyway.

Julie tapped me on the shoulder, pecked me on the cheek, and we continued with our respective groups. Moments later I got a tap on the shoulder from Julie.

“I’m off to a club!” “It was lovely to meet you.”

"Yes, it was."

"May I have your phone number?"

Julie walked round the table, bending over me, whispering in my ear.

"Thanks for the drink."

"Do you have any paper and a pen?”

I asked Hope for some paper and a pen if she had them.

I couldn’t help but look down; Julie’s cleavage was torturing me. She wrote down the number and handed it to me.

As she turned away to leave, I caught sight of her lovely tight dress. I could see the outline of suspenders, and I couldn’t resist a little glance at her gorgeous tight arse; it stirred me up a little bit.

Julie turned and waved goodbye; I saw the look in her eyes. I got a wry smile, and the matron look, and I waved goodbye to her, blowing a kiss at the same time to one another.

I worked at a store on a Saturday with my best friend Craig.

Craig had taken Julie's phone number out of my coat pocket, dialled her number for me, and handed the receiver to me.

Julie's dad unexpectedly answered the call.

Julie told me she was going to a family party that evening and going to rest Sunday to be fresh for work. We did arrange to meet later that week. It was a disaster, but we did agree to meet again.

Over the next few weeks, we had a few dates; we started to get closer, but nothing more serious than kissing in a doorway. It was clear from the start that she had already made plans with friends, and she wouldn’t be changing them.

Julie had arranged to go to Edinburgh that weekend for the Tattoo with some of her colleagues from work, so our plans for that weekend were not possible.

Unperturbed, I asked if she would see me on her free nights.

“That would be lovely. How about Tuesday evening at The Rock?”

“That sounds good.”

We kissed; it was a long, lingering kiss, and then I turned and left.

We met most weekends and some weeknights over the next few months; we were having fun, but nothing serious was happening.

We hadn’t made any plans for this weekend, so after giving Julie a peck on the cheek and saying goodnight, I dropped her off at her flat. As I turned to head home, she asked if I would like to join her at a Halloween party at a local club the following evening. I thought of saying no, but I enthusiastically answered.

“Yes!” “OK!” “What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Meet me there.”

“I’ve given them your name and put a ticket on the door for you.”

She had that same wry smile on her face, the one from the night we met!

Were things about to change? I was hoping so!

The following evening, I arrived at the club just as Julie did; she was with quite a few people: her close friend and her husband, her dad and his lady friend, and her sister and husband.

Julie looked stunning; she had certainly dressed for the occasion.

I could see a bra strap, and I was hoping for black suspenders to go with the black stockings she had on. Looking around, it turned out we had quite a few friends in common, but one friend in particular was trying to catch Julie’s.

“Hi, I’m Rita!”

“Oh yes, I know you; don’t you do my next-door neighbour’s hair?”

"Yes, how long have you known Julie?"

“Not very long, but I hope to get to know her much better!”

Rita laughed.

“Give me a call, Julie.” “Frankie would love to catch up soon.”

“I will call you after the weekend.”

Julie’s sister secured us some tables, more family and friends arrived, and Julie introduced me to everybody.

The night began, and the drinks were flowing.

We were all having a fantastic time, but I could sense an uneasiness in Julie.

Julie's sister pointed out that Julie's ex-fiancée was in with his new wife and their families.

I asked Julie if she would like to dance. Getting on the floor, we connected; it was a smoochy, slushy song, and as the song ended, we kissed in the full gaze of her family and her ex’s family too.

The night was really taking off, and I was really at ease with everyone. Dancing and drinking, just like that, the night was coming to an end. We all collected our belongings. I needed the toilet and asked Julie if she could wait for me. As I came out of the toilet, I could see Julie talking to an older guy and Rita; she again looked uneasy. I walked over briskly.

“Hi again, Rita!”

“Oh, hi!” she replied.

“Don’t forget to call me Julie.”

Rita kissed Julie on the cheek; she left with what I assumed was her husband.

I offered to walk Julie home, or was she going with family?

“No.”

“I’ve ordered a cab for us to take us back to the flat.”

With the club closing and everybody leaving, we both stood waiting in the rain, getting heavier and heavier; we were soaked through to the skin.

The cab arrived and made its way to her flat; when we arrived, Julie invited me in for the first time.

“We’re on our own; my dad’s gone back with his lady friend to her home.”

We made our way up the stairs to the first floor; she told me her room was just across the hall from the front door. Fumbling to get through the front door, kissing and feverishly touching each other, and closing the door behind us, we crashed across the hallway and into her room.

She stripped down to her wet lingerie; it was black, just as I had hoped.

Were we about to fuck each other for the first time?

Julie stripped me out of my wet clothing and pushed me onto her bed; she took my cock expertly in her mouth. Up and down the shaft she worked the whole cock for fifteen minutes of sexual heaven. I couldn’t contain myself any longer; I felt the wave of spunk erupting through my cock, opening her mouth and releasing it. My hot spunk shot all over her face and tits. She expertly licked my cock and balls clean; she couldn’t get enough of it.

Julie stood up and turned to her bedroom windows, closing her curtains. She took off her wet lingerie as she turned round.

I got the first look at her pussy, expertly trimmed as if by a beautician (Rita).

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I stood up, felt her ample breasts, turned her, and laid her down and drank in the sweetness of her pussy; it was like champagne. Julie moaned with pleasure; I was sure she was humouring me.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “Please! Don’t stop!”

Moaning, Julie arched her back, again and again crying out with pleasure!

Then, with her body stiffening and arching, crying out wave after wave, her orgasm shuddered through her body.

Julie relaxed and sobbed.

I held her in my arms, and I felt a little tearful as well; she then dropped the bombshell.

“That’s my first orgasm,” she said.

“What!!”

Julie looked at me with a big smile of pure satisfaction.

“Yes, that’s what I said.

“Surely, you’re not serious?

You, you’ve had one before!”

"No, I wish I'd never had sex with that useless excuse for a man."

"He had an affair when he was engaged to me."

"He took advantage of me and put me into debt."

“No orgasms with him then?” “Oh god no,”

“I tried, but he didn’t do it for me; I wanked him! sat on him! Rode him! I moaned and faked it but never ever orgasmed.”

We kissed and drifted off, happy and contented.

I woke with a start! I was disorientated, and Julie wasn't by my side. I looked at my watch; it was 7:00 am. I was due in work by eight. Just then I could hear sobbing and muttering.

Had her dad arrived home? I didn’t know where I was; I had to follow the sounds.

At the end of the hall was what I assumed was a door into a living room. I made my way toward the voice; it was clear I was heading in the right direction. Opening it, I could see Julie was alone; she looked up, and I made her jump.

“Erm, sorry, can I get you a drink and some dry clothes?”

“Well, if you have another dressing gown, that would be a start."

"You're crying. Is there something wrong?

Brushing past me, I could see Julie was visibly upset. Was there something wrong?

Was it over before we’d begun? Julie returned with one of her housecoats for me; I put it on and sat next to her on the couch.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you; it’s all such a mess!

You will finish with me. I wish we hadn’t gone there last night. I hate Rita so much. Why could she not leave me alone? I told her I was past all her sideshows!”

"Julie, I've got to go to work! I’ve told you I work in a local store on a Saturday; I keep it on to pay for my holidays.

Whatever the problem is, I’m sure we can talk about it like adults; I’m not easily shocked.

Julie was laughing through the tears.

“What are you going to put on?

"Your clothes are still wet through; I’ve got something in my wardrobe that’s unisex you could wear.”

“Okay, we’re basically the same size!”

Julie was a sexy size twelve and just a little shorter,

“Do you have any jeans?

Julie opened her wardrobe, and she handed me a pair of Wranglers and one of her unisex t-shirts.

My boxers were still wet; it was clear I couldn’t wear them. What happened next was a turn-on and a surprise.

“Top Draw,” Julie said.

I opened up the drawers, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Don’t look at those; they’re my everyday knickers. Try those on the right, folded up.”

I took a pile out and sorted through.

“OK, long shot … Do you have any French knickers?”

“Next draw down, leave the bras alone.”

She started giggling again, and I liked that.

I opened the drawer. I left the bras as instructed, but I also saw a few toys. I had a stirring in my groin, and Julie spotted it. I picked up the knickers and chose a black pair; they were just a little tight, but I wouldn’t have them on long, hopefully!

“What’s going on down there, you sexy bitch!” she said.

“Err, what?? I, erm, well!”

Julie was giggling uncontrollably.

I felt a little weird, and then I put on the jeans and t-shirt, again a little tight but comfortable enough to wear for the next few hours.

“I’ll have to wear my wet shoes with no socks.”

I called out to Julie; she had gone to the bathroom.

“Bottom drawer.”

Opening the drawer, my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing: a full-size black bisque with what I thought were ripped French knickers, stockings, suspenders and, well, socks.

Julie had just made what she thought was a huge mistake.

“Sorry!

"I forgot!"

"Please don’t judge me!”

“What’s to judge?”

“Although those knickers look like they’ve been through a bit of a hammering!”

“They’re crotchless!

"A friend bought them for me at a party.”

Time was getting on, and I was late already.

My hard-on just wouldn’t go away, and Julie had noticed.

“Can I use your phone?

“Do you have one?”

"Yes."

“It’s in the living room,” she replied.

I made the call.

I hated letting people down because I never missed a Saturday unless it was a bank holiday or I was on holiday.

I returned to Julie’s room, and she had changed into a baby doll; her tits looked huge, folding over the top, and my cock was bursting to get out.

“Here, let me free that for you.”

We embraced, exchanging a long, passionate kiss.

I didn’t notice, but the jeans were undone and going down. Julie deliberately brushed her hand over my cock; almost ripping the t-shirt off, she pushed me onto the bed.

“Leave the knickers on; you’re such a sexy bitch!”

Julie went down on me again; I was aching to fuck her. I couldn’t wait to put my cock into her neatly trimmed pussy, but I needn’t have worried. Up she came, hands inside my knickers, pulling at my cock, kissing me hard on the lips.

Off came the Babydoll.

She lay back and opened her legs wide. 'This has got to be it,' I thought. Her pussy was dripping, and my cock felt as though it would rip out of the foreskin. Would I be premature? Pulling my knickers off, in I went.

Julie’s pussy pulled me in; we fucked hard.

I was pumping for all I could muster; we were both moaning with pleasure.

I couldn’t hold on to my load any longer; my balls filled, and I shot my load into Julie.

Julie was breathing hard and moaning with such pleasure; every drop of spunk I had pumped into Julie’s hungry pussy.

Her pussy tightened around my now-spent cock. She let out a moan, louder and louder.

She arched her back, and then down she went. We were spent; we had orgasmed together. This was the best fuck I’d ever had. I was sure it was Julie’s.

Just then we could hear a key being put in the door.

“Shit!”

Julie said,

“Sounds like my dad.”

Rushing to put her dressing gown on, her pussy was wet through with cum juice and spunk.

"Don't come in, Dad."

"I’m just putting my dressing gown on; see you in a minute."

She wiped herself down and made her way into the living room.

Meanwhile, I put on the housecoat I’d worn before. I could hear her dad saying that he would be home the following night; he’d come home for a change of clothing.

Offering her some money to get herself some food, she declined it.

Moments later, I could hear activity in the hallway, and the front door opened.

“See you tomorrow. Enjoy yourself.”

The door closed behind him.

Julie came back into her room.

There was an elephant in the room, and it needed to be addressed.