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I had known Julie for a while. Our mothers had worked together in the same office, and we were always at each others house with our families.

Julie worked as a legal assistant, and I was an architectural designer. Though we had grown up together, we had never had thoughts of anything beyond a friendship. I decided to break the mold one day, and I called her at work, inviting her to dinner on Friday night. She asked me if I was serious, to which I told her that I couldn't be more serious.

She again asked me if I were asking her to go out to dinner with me. I pulled the trigger on the sarcastic gunn before she could, asking her what part of yes didn't she understand.
I thought my quick wit was cute, but she had other ideas.

"No, I will not let you take me out to dinner Friday night."

If I were a fighter pilot in combat, this would be the point that I would be ejecting the canopy.

As I sputtered for something to say, she laughed at me. "I would however love to have you over to my house, and cook dinner for you."

I couldn't believe my ears. This was a great relief. She told me to be there at 6:45 sharp.

All day Friday, all I could think about was dinner at Julie's. Finally, my day ended, and I was on my way. I stopped off and picked up a dozen red roses. I killed time until time for me to be there, and then I pulled into the drive way.

I rang the door, and Julie answered the door. Her appearance took my breath away. This little girl I had grown up with, was now a woman. Her sandy blonde hair was permed, and flowed over her sholders accenting her beautiful hazel eyes. As I handed her the roses, she gave me a hug just as if we were still kids at her mom's house.

I walked in with her, noticing she was barefoot. That had been Julie's trademark growing up, was her barefeet. Whether it was at home, or at the store.

Something was different now. They were not the same feet that I remembered growing up.
I blushed as she caught me staring at them.

"Is something wrong?" She asked with a smile. "Once I turned 18, I discovered pedicures, and my rough tomboyish little girl feet were history."

All I could say was an agreement in my throat.

She led me to the dining room where sha had candles, and my favorite. There was the most beautiful leg of lamb I had ever seen, with my favorite wine. How did she know? She simply told me that there were a few secrets that I would never find out.

The dinner was magnificent. We sat there, in the dark dining room, by the light of a flickering pair of candles, and sipped the wine. As we talked, and caught up on the times, and remembered the past, I felt something warm, almost like a silky cushion rub up my leg. I looked at Julie to see her smiling. I had to look down to realize she was carresing my leg with her foot. I know she saw the surprised look on my face because she explained that her office was private, and as long as her work was completed, she was alone all day, so she soaked her feet in warm water and baby oil two or three times a day. Accompanied with a weekly pedicure, she kept her feet perfect. I couldn't resist. I reached down and took her foot rubbing it. She closed her eyes and cooed softly as I rubbed gently. It had to be gentle, I was afraid I would break her foot it felt so delicate.

I don't know what hit me, but I had a streak of mischief ran through me, and I began to very slowly, and very gradually move up from her foot, and up her leg.

She pulled her foot away, and got up, leaned over and kissed me.

We were both surprised by this, and we engaged in a kiss that lasted down the hall and into her bedroom.

I began to kiss down her neck, and she moaned softly. I dropped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. I was following with kisss as I found her cleavage, and nibble and kissed her as I continued to her belly. As I kissed around her belly button, I unclasped and removed her bra, and panties.

As I stood up, she was unclasping my belt and slacks. She slowly unbuttond my shirt, and as she slid it off of my shoulders, she was kissing my chest. I dropped my slacks, and boxers as she pulled me toward the bed.

I don't know if it was the wine, which we consumed most of the bottle, or what, but I never imagined this.

As Julie lay back on the bed, I followed, and I felt the erect tip of my penis touching her now wet, and swolen vagina. I hesitated, but she would have none of that. She pulled me off balance, and as I fell forward, I entered her very easily, except for her being a little tighter than I was used to.

Apparently she had not been with many guys. I knew of the guy who took her virginity, but beyond that, I guess I was it.

As I slowly and deeply pressed my penis, she shuddered and I knew she had began her orgasm. I felt like the greatest man in the world, only I knew it was because it had been a while for her. I slowly began thrusting, and she matched my every move. I knew she was going for orgasm number two, and I was fully intent on giving it to her.

As I thrusted into her, she rubbed her feet all along my legs, and butt.

I felt my own climax beginning to grow, and her breathing and moans told me hers was there now. She partly screamed through her gritted teeth as she dug her nails into my back. This was it for me.
As her orgasm ended, mine was beginning. I burried myself deeper in Julie than I had ever, and I held myself there, just to see how deep in her I could shoot my semen.

"Oooohhhh, Maaarrrrrk." Was her response to my continuous injections into her petite body.

"Mark, oh Mark....." Julie was squirming and wiggling a bit under me. I thought it was from her enjoyment.

Now, for the end of the story from Julie's perspective.

As my second orgasm ended, my mind came back suddenly. I had been lost in the feeling, and I realized that we had not taken time to use a condom. I felt Mark burry himself in me, and I felt the warm explosions of his semen shooting into me.

The sighs of "Oh Mark" we not of pleasure, but of pure terror, and worry. The wigling and squirming was trying to get Mark's penins to be not so deep, if not out of me all together.
We were caught up in the moment of passion.

A week later, I started my period, and also, a safer and meaningful relationship with Mark.