EroticReverie

Julius James

When I look up, I don't see Tucker, and I don't see Evangeline. I stand up straighter, looking around. Did they go off together? Did she really fall for Tucker's drunk moves? I politely tell the blonde and red head to give me a minute as I look out around the yard with no sign of either of them. 

I nudge Stone as he makes out with some brunette. He pulls his lipstick smeared mouth from hers. 

"Where's Loveland?" I ask and he looks to where her and Tucker were standing then around some more. 

"OOh shit" Stone laughs. 

"Tucker did it?" he laughs. 

I slap him upside the back of his head. 

"did you see where they went?" I ask and Stone shakes his head. 

"Probably his room." Stones says.

"Ya can't blame him man..." Stone says, when he sees my lips tighten slightly. 

"We all held off on that one for years...you were never gonna make the move dude" he says and I snarl. 

"Shut up." I say shaking my head and then pushing from between the two girls and making my way through the yard and into the house and up to Tucker's room. 

I barge in, because the door is unlocked and see Tucker but ass naked, banging a girl. A girl that thankfully isn't fucking Evangeline.

"What the.." Tucker slurs. "Duuuude what?" Tucker says, slowing his thrusts, how the guy can still manage to fuck with how shit faced he gets, I'll never know. 

"Where's Loveland?" I ask. 

"Who? Loveland is here?" he slurs. 

Jesus christ. 

"Nevermind. Continue" I say barging back out , slamming the door shut behind me. 

Evangeline Loveland

I go shot for shot with some guy named Jeremiah who lives in the house. I wince on the fourth shot, and cough. 

"fuck" I mutter and sip a chaser. 

"you can quit." he says. "you're the one who said you wanted to get fucked up" 

"Just...give me a sec" I say and then lift the next shot and he smiles and lifts his.

"1...2.." on three with both take our fifth shot. 

"Three more to go" Jeremiah rubs his hands together. I wince and make a face, taking another sip of my chaser. 

"She's too tiny, she can't be drinking that much" a guy says beside Jeremiah. 

I'm not even that tiny, I'm 5'6" , but I'm an average weight, I'm not a waif. 

"You're tiny!" I yell, and pick up the next shot, shooting it back as Jeremiah and the other guy laughs. 

I hold my breath, willing my gag to calm. I feel the heet coursing through me from the alcohol, burning in my stomach and in my veins, flushing my cheeks, making me hotter by the second. 

Jeremiah and I, take all eight shots. 

"Hell yea" Jeremiah says, giving  me a light slap on the back. 

"Congrats. We should kiss to celebrate your achievement." he says, and I cant tell if he's teasing or serious, but I don't care. All I can think about is damn Julius, his hot mouth on my hand, sucking that salt, and the way he was all over that girl. 

I grab Jeremiah by his shirt, and pull him to me, and his eyes widen in surprise as I stand on my tip toes as kiss him. 

The guys standing around hooting and hollering as I slide my arms up around Jeremiah's neck. The girls giggling as Jeremiah let's me essentially attack his face. 

With no shame I part his mouth with my tongue, and he meets mine, the hollering continues and Jeremiah pulls from my mouth and smiles. 

"What's your name?" he asks and my eyebrows lift, when I realize I didn't tell him my name, and I only knew his, because I heard the guys it the kitchen call him that. 

"Her name is Evangeline" a voice booms from behind me and I'm being pulled from Jeremiah by my arm. 

"ow" I say looking to the hand on my arm and then up at the face it belongs to. 

I scowl. 

"rude!" I say and pull my arm from Julius's hand.

He sighs and looks to Jeremiah. 

"How much did you give her Jer?" he asks. 

The guys around him snicker. 

"Just eight" Jeremiah says and Julius curses. 

"She with you boss?" Jeremiah asks. 

"No" I say as Julius answeres "Yes." 

My head whips to him and I scrunch my nose. 

"Says who?!" I squeak. 

"Says me." Julius stares at me. 

"Did you eat anything today?" he asks. 

My brows pinch. 

"What'd you have for dinner?" he asks. 

"huh? I didn't....I had...I had oatmeal this morning.." I say confused. 

"Jesus." Julius groans and runs a hand down his face. 

"Cmon" he says and pulls me to the other side of the kitchen and I yelp and feel the room spin slightly as he lifts me onto the counter. 

"Sit." he barks the commans making me cock my head.  "Don't move." he says. 

"yes master" I roll my eyes and he gives me a warning glare, but then laughs slightly shaking his head as I just smile. 

I watch him pull a loaf of whole grain from the cupboard and he pushes a bunch of plastic cups aside and pops four pieces into the toaster. 

"You need something in you to absorb that shit...what the hell were you thinking Little Love? What happened to just one drink?" he asks. 

I shrug. "I was bored." 

"uh huh...so black out drunk was the goal to cure the boredom?" he asks. 

"I'm not black out drunk, I'm barely even drunk." I say. 

"Cause the shit hasnt hit you yet. You might be able to puke some of it up actually." he says and I make a grossed out face.

"Ew. no." I say and he laughs and shrugs. 

"Fine, have it your way." he says, and I hiccup.

Julius just smiles as I cover my mouth. 

I hiccup again. "Ouch" I say, as I place my hand on my chest. 

"I've got angry hiccups" I say. 

"Angry hiccups?" he says, raising a brow. 

"The ones that.." I hiccup again and whimper. "That hurt."

"They hurt?" he asks as he moves and pushes himself in between my legs. I look down to my thighs hugging his sides. I swallow hard. 

"Yea"I nod as I look back up at him. 

"What kind of oatmeal did you have this morning?" he asks, tilting his head, but his voice is rather low, and...sexual? Or am I drunk and imagining it? Imagining it. Oatmeal..is not...sexy. 

"Umm.." I say and look down and see his hands on the outsides of my thighs, and his hands are sliding up towards my hips. 

"I uh....with brown sugar" I say and look back up. big mistake. 

Julius is looking at me with those stupid blue eyes of his, his mouth curled into a little grin. 

"I love brown sugar with my oatmeal" he says. 

"It's so sweet." he whispers and my breath hitches as his hands go to my waist.  I swallow hard when he grips my hips , his hands under my hoodie, but not touching any higher, but his hands gripping a little hard, then releasing, then gripping again. 

My eyes feel heavy as I look up at him, as if he's put me in a daze, or hypnotized me. 

"Did you have anything else for breakfast?" he asks , his hands sliding back to the outside of my thighs then to the tops and I feel my pelvis squirm as his large hands firmly plant themselves on my thighs grabbing them. 

What was with him and breakfast?

I shake my head, and he smiles leaning down and I feel like he's about to kiss me. 

The toast pops, and I jump. 

He smirks and chuckles slightly. 

"Distraction and surprise." he says. 

"huh?" I say when his hands leave my thighs, and he moves from between my legs, grabbing  a plate and putting the toast on there. 

"Distraction and surprise..the way to get rid of hiccups." he smiles and pace the plate beside me.  I feel myself deflate. 

"Oh." I say. "yeah....thanks" 

He smiles. 

"you want butter or jam? or peanut butter on your toast?

"Just a little butter" I say, and he opens up the second fridge, which is not full of beer, but actually well stocked, and he pulls a tub of butter from it. 

He grabs a knife, and puts the perfect about of butter on the four pieces of toast and gestures to the plate. 

"Eat up little love" he smiles. 

I take a piece of toast, breaking it in half and taking a bite. 

He smiles and as I take another bite he picks me up again and sets me on the floor. 

"Cmon before you're too drunk to walk." he says, and picks up the plate. 

"where are we going?" I ask, holding my piece of bread, girls staring at me, but I just walk along with Julius as he takes me up a small staircase in the kitchen. 

Julius may have answered but I didn't hear him, and I dont ask again as I shove my face with toast as I follow him to the second floor and down the right hand hall, some doors open, some shut. 

My eyes widen when I see one of the rooms has the door wide open and three girls , in only their underwear are dancing and grinding on two guys who are sitting on a bed. 

I don't realize I've stopped and stared, until Julius is laughing and pulling me gently by my arm. 

"Come on you little voyeur...this way." he teases and I turn and follow him. 

"I'm not a voyeur" I say. 

"uh huh..sure" he says with a chuckle as he swings open the door at the end of the hall. 

My brows lift. 

"Is this your room?" I ask before I step in.

"Yes." he says standing inside of it with the plate of toast. 

"Fancy" I say. 

He laughs. "Are you going to come in, or stand in the doorway?" he says and walks over to this bed and set down the plate with the toast , then walks over to a mini fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. 

"here, to go with your toast" he says setting the bottle fo water on the bed as I step in and look around.

"Is that a..." I pause looking to one of the far corners of the room.

"Yes." he says before I finish talking as I point to the sex swing in the corner of the room. 

I giggle. "Can I sit in it?" 

He laughs.  "Eat your toast and drink some water first and we'll see." 

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Julius James

Can she sit in it? Can she sit in my sex swing? Fuck. I know she didn't mean it like that, not the way I'm picturing her in it, stripped naked, cunt bared and ready to get fucked. She just wants to sit in it, looking cute in her little jeans and hoodie and her sneakers . Just to say she sat in one. 

"Party pooper" she says and walks over and sits on the bed, grabbing her second piece of toast. 

I will kill Jeremiah tomorrow for feeding her eight shots. A, because it's too damn much for her. B, because I can't make a move on my little sisters friend, if she's fucking drunk.  

"you're a great cook" she says through a mouth full of toast. 

I chuckle. "Thank you" 

"my butt!" she yelps. 

"What?" I ask looking at her as she put the piece of toast down, and then leans to the side, reaching behind her pulling out her phone. 

She fumbles it slightly and then looks at it, then tilts her head, and then tilts the phone. 

"It's Adrienne" she says, and I can tell her speech is starting to get slightly, just a tad bit slower. 

"What's she want?" I ask. 

She rolls her eyes as she snatches a bite of toast, and grumbles, and then voice texts her response to whatever my sisters text to her was. 

"Way to ditch me, after you begged me to come. Rude Adrienne! I hope Kevin gives you crabs you dirty bitch" she yells into the phone while laughing. 

A few seconds later as she is munching on her toast, quite adorably I might add, she plays my sisters voice text back. 

"Whateverrrrr, I know you wanted to come to see Julius you skank! Yea! you think i dont know?" I hear my sisters voice and see Evangeline's jaw drop as she fumbles trying to to stop the voice message from continuing, I bite my lips together, trying not to smirk. 

"You both have such fucking boners for each other it's ridiculous! Just fuck him and get it over with. I did you a favorrrrr bringing you here! Bioootchhh, later! love you!" 

My eyes widen now, my sister calling us both the fuck out., not knowing we were together or listening to it together. 

"well..." I say. 

Evangeline scrunches her nose and looks up. 

"Awkwarrrrrd" she sing songs. 

I laugh slightly. 

"She's a bitch." she says. I laugh, and sit down on the love seat across the room, not trusting myself to sit next to her on my bed. 

"You didnt have to make me toast...or...anything." she says. I smile. 

"Yes. I did. Otherwise you'd end up puking your pretty little head off somewhere in this house or in the yard, and I'd prefer to not have to clean that up." I tell her and see her blush slightly. 

I watch her grab the third slice of toast as she sips the water from the water bottle. 

"So it true? " I ask and she cocks her perfect little eyebrow at me. 

"that you wanted to see me?" I give a little smirk. 

"shut up Julius." she rolls her eyes, clearly embarrassed as she sets down the toast. 

"I'm glad you came." I say, and watch her eyes lift to mine. 

"you are?" she asks as if she's not sure if she can believe that. 

"yes." I say simply, looking at her, her long brown hair piled ontop of her head, her large loose grey hoodie and blue jeans, and her white sneakers. And I swear she looks prettier than I've ever seen her, maybe it has to do with the fact she'd on my bed. Im not sure. 

She bites her lip and I try my best not to think of her in that god damn swing. 

I can hear everyone outside and inside counting down to midnight as me and Evangeline just look at one another. 

"Come here." I tell her, hearing them starting from sixty, knowing I have time to get her over here and steal a kiss from her. Just a kiss. Nothing else, I tell myself. Because she's drunk. 

"Why?" she asks. 

"Because I want to kiss you at midnight." I tell her. 

"Oh." she says and she sits there, still. Not moving. 

"Love.....come here please." I say gently. 

I watch her wipe her hands on her jeans. 

"40....39" I can hear every chanting as she slips off the edge of the bed and walks over to me slowly. 

By thirty she's in front of me. 

I reach up, and grab her hips, and gently pull her onto my lap. 

"I won't kiss you if you don't want me to..." I tell her as her breath hitches. 

She shakes her head. "I  want you to." her eyes skitter all over my face and I smile. 

"Good. Because, I really...really, want to kiss you." I tell her. 

I see her nod and swallow, she licks her lips. 

"14...13" the people yell. 

"I wish you weren't drunk..." I tell her. 

"I'm not" she scowls. 

I grin at the way her nose scrunches and her eyes narrow. 

I slide my hand up behind her neck and her eyes look at me, her lids heavy. 

"8...7" the voices call. 

"Oh god" she whispers, her eyes going wide. 

And it takes me half a second to figure out, its not an oh god for the kiss that about to happen. Because Evangeline pushes up and runs across the room and to my small , flicking on the light as I jump up out of the love seat. 

"1!!!! Happy new year!!!!!" the crowd calls, as Little Love loses her toast, and her shots into my toilet.