julia-n-ryan
mf, f-solo
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The cassanova beat thundered across the water and echoed off the high cliff
walls that surrounded the bay. The city was alive with activity in the
velvet moonless night as mummers and harlequins danced through the streets.
Shirtless drummers, sweat running down their darkly muscled bodies in
rivulets, played rythms as old as carnivals. On the bay, party boats bobbed
over smooth waves that flowed like the motions of two lovers.

"Fah, who needs it," growled Ryan. He turned from his balcony and closed the
windows, muting the music into a dull roar. He stumbled past the wicker
table, accidentally knocking over one of the brown bottles sitting there.
Thick syrup the color of blood rolled out of it and onto a pair of tan
trousers.

Ryan stumbled out of the room, down the hall, into the bathroom, and dry
heaved into the toilet. It was a deep and violent retching that ripple the
muscles on his back and caused his stomach to ache. There was nothing left
to give: Ryan had already lost everything he'd eaten in the past few days.
When the episode had passed, Ryan simply sat down on the floor and rested
his head against the porcelin. The tile felt cool against his bare legs and
it was comfortable against his burning skin.

A few moments later, Julia came bouncing out of her room. Her long dark hair
was tied in a pony tail and she was wearing loose shorts and a white cotton
tank top that bore the emblem of her school.

"Are you all right, Mr. Ryan?" she asked. "I heard you in run into the
bathroom and you sound terrible. Would you like me to get some more
medicine?" She kneeled down next to him. When she had first seen him at the
airport his dark eyes and raven hair had attracted her. His body was what
her friend Tia had called "a pleasant piece of work", but that was far from
the truth now. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy and his pale skin
reflected the blue tile, becoming a sea-green.

"No lass," Ryan moaned, "I'll be just grand so long as I never have another
taste o' that gawdawful medicine."

Julia giggled. Ryan's Irish brogue was usually weaker, hidden behind years
of English schooling.

"Well, I'm going to bed soon but if you need anything just yell, Okay?" she
said and smiled as she started to pick up the bottles on the floor.

Just as she said this she realized that Ryan was wearing only a light pair
of boxer shorts. The head of his penis protruded out from underneath them
just a bit but it was more than she had expected to see. She flushed for a
moment and then continued to pick up the bottles, never able to take her
eyes off Ryan's penis.

Suddenly, Julia felt very hot and dirty and for no reason blurted out, "My
mom and dad will be home soon."

"They'll na be back for a while yet," Ryan said into the toilet bowl. Much
to Julia's relief, he hadn't noticed his appearance or her reaction. "It's
the first night o' carnival an' they said they might'n be back till dawn. If
I hadna caught the local white man's death I'd be out there too. Sounds like
the whole bloody island is awake. Must be some party, eh?"

"Uh, yeah," Julia mumbled. She stood and replaced the bottles on the counter
top. "Look, Mr. Ryan, you sure you're going to be all right?" She said it to
his face but couldn't help but look at his shorts.

"Yeah, lass, I'll be just fine. Just help me up an' to my room, eh?" he
replied.

Julia was gratefull when Ryan pulled himself up, sliding his shorts back
down and allowing her to look him in the face. She put an arm around him and
suddenly became aware of how hard his muscles were. As they stumbled back to
his room she could feel the heat from his fever against her breast. The
cotton tank top rubbed against her nipple and she realized the it was hard.

Ryan fell into the bed. Julia stood there for a moment watching him as he
panted for breath and then she pulled the mosquito netting over him, draping
him in a white veil. Within seconds he had nodded off to sleep. She turned
the light off as she left but kept the door open for a better breeze.

Julia went to her room. She liked to keep her window open on carnival nights
so she could hear the night sounds. The dirty feeling was still with her and
she couldn't erase the memory of Ryan's penis poking from beneath the
material. She tried to shrug it off, saying, "I didn't want to see his dick,
it was just there." It didn't work.

A new burst of energy came from down the street and it pulled at Julia's
attention. She turned off the light and moved to her balcony. Because the
house was set on a hill, her view of the city was spectacular. She loved the
flow of lights and sounds.

Directly below her was the small unpaved road that led to her home and
across from it was a small alley that ran between the neighbor"s homes.
Suddenly a memory from last year's carnival flooded into Julia's mind.

SHe ahd been at home, alone, again. She wanted to go to the carnival but her
father had told her that sixteen was too young to "be in with a bunch of
drunken street reprobates" and her father was always the last word. So,
there she stood, watching the lights move in the city below.

>From inside the alley she had heard a noise. It was a quiet sound, like a
slightly squeaky door. Then it came again.

Julia had strained her eyes to see what was there. Inside the alley a man
and woman weaved drunkenly. It was the woman's giggle that she had heard.
She watched as the two danced and swayed in the pale light from the street.
Julia envied them.

A broad sweep of the dance had allowed the man to press the woman up against
the stone wall of the alley. At first Julia thought the man would mug the
woman but was shocked when he reached out and pulled her shirt off.

The woman's breasts were full and shone with sweat The man cuppped and
rolled them in his hands. Then he knelt in front of her and buried his face
in her belly. His face moved slowly downward and his hands slipped the loose
skirt she wore from her hips. She wore no panties.

Julia watched with amazement as the woman spread her legs and the man
pressed his face to her crotch. She clutched at his head, running her
fingers through his hair as he moved rythmicly back and forth against her.
She made soft, dovelike sounds. They did this for several minutes until her
body shook and she groaned heavily.

Then the man stood and turned his back to the wall. The woman quickly
unzipped his jeans andpulled out his penis. Julia had watched as the woman
first kissed the erection, and then slowly slid it into her mouth. Like the
man before, the woman moved her head over him as he pulled at her hair. In a
short itme the man quivered, his head rolling back and forth on his broad
shoulders. The woman stood and together they slowly danced to the thundering
music flowing from the city.

Julia had been entranced by the entire thing. She hadn't even dared take a
breath for fear of revealing herself. She had immediatly gone to bed, but
had never been able to fully forget what she had seen.

Julia pulled herself away from the balcony, ashamed at the memory and
feeling flushed. She closed the window and pulled the drapes shut. When she
turned on the light she saw that her nipples were erect and she felt a warm,
wet feeling between her thights.

She shoved her hand down her shorts to see if she really was wet. Her
fingers touched the crest of her pubic bone and felt the soaked cotton. Her
other hand reached to her breast, the hard nipple slid between her fingers.
A twinge of pleasure swept over her and she pulled her hands away quickly,
embarrassed.

Moving quiety, she stripped down to her underwear and pulled on her
nightshirt. It hung to her knees and made her feel very prudish. She climbed
into bed, ignoring her prayers as she always did when her parents wern't
watching, and listened to the drumbeats of the city.

The memory of the couple in the alley crept back into her mind and in her
tired state she imagined if it was her in the alley. SHe felt the strong
arms pushing her against the wall, pulling her shirt away and massaging her
breasts. The she imagined him between her legs, touching her, kissing her
lips, pressing his tongue against her clit.

Her hands moved back to her breasts. The nipples were hard between her
fingers and when she gently sqoze them a surge of pleasure rolled over her.
She pulled on them gently and her skin tingled like a touch of cool water.
Onconciously, she rocked her hips back and forth.

Julia slid her right hand down her stomach, over her mound, and between her
thighs. She pressed on the soft flesh and a burst of white-hot feeling took
her breath away. She continued to press and squeeze and noticed that when
her nipples and clit were simultaniously fondled, an almost electrical
feeling connected them.

With the rubbing, her nipples had become sensative to touch and she pushed
her lift hand down to join the right. She tugged at the moist lips and
gently stroked the smooth skin beneath them. Then, after what seemed to be
hours of pleasure, she pulled the lips slightly apart and explosed her clit.

After rubbing her index finger in the moisture on her thighs, Julia
ever-so-gently stroked her swollen clit. With the slightest movement, waves
of ecstacy flowed through her body. As the clit became more and more used to
the touching, she massaged it harder and faster. Soon, she was rubbing
furiously, the waves becoming a solid wall of pleasure that overrode her
every sense.

Suddenly, Julia felt as if she was about to explode with light. Warmth
flowed through her body and every nerve tingled with life. Her muscles froze
and quivered with the sensory overload. She tried to cry out but could only
manage a shuddering breath. She rolled onto her side, squeezing her thighs
together, and buried her face into the cool sheets and let the sensation
ripple through her.

Slowly, the hard edge of the orgasm faded and Julia felt herself drifting in
and out of a dreamy awareness. Her body, especially her breasts and clit,
tingled like wildfire. She rolled onto her back and stretched, more relaxed
than she had ever been in her life. Where she had lay was moist with sweat
and it was cool to her skin.

She lay on the bed and listened to the pulse of the drums meld with the
thunder of the fireworks in the night sky.

windows, muting the music into a dull roar. He stumbled past the wicker
table,