Chapter 13: Julia's Glow

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[This chapter contained an underage sex scene between two minors that was written by a 34 year old adult male. This is a warning to those who do not want to read such explicit content.]

[Also in this chapter, he spelled his own characters name wrong for the entire chapter]

It was summer. I was with my dad in Ohio. We had just arrived at a cabin in the woods, by a lake. There was a girl there, her name was "Julia." She had long curly brown hair, she had a smile that lit up the room & a look in her eye that felt like a beam of energy shooting through me whenever we made eye contact.

I was 5'10 despite being so young, she was about 5'1 despite being 4 years older than me. We were listening to Sugar Ray on the radio, standing out on a beautiful deck, looking into the woods. She made me feel good about myself. The subtle touches of my shoulder, my hand, her giggling after every other thing I said. I was lucky to have someone distract me from the last couple months of life.

A flashback thought crossed my mind, the boy in the bathroom... he must have injected me with something... done something to me. I woke up sitting in the corner of the bathroom. A janitor was shaking me, the female principal wouldn't come in the bathroom and he was the only option. He smelled like alcohol.

Shaking out my thoughts,Julie and I decided to play darts. She tried, but I won with little experience. "Good job Daniel, you're a natural." she said. I replied "Thank you for letting me win." she laughed. She was so cute, wearing jean shorts, a yellow spaghetti strap top, a thin metal necklace around her neck... I was entranced by her.

Every week Julie and I would see each other at church. My father was part of a small gathering he sometimes preached at. There were about 15 members, and we were all pretty closely involved. Having dinner parties at each other's houses, going out to eat after every day of church. It often felt like none of us were really there for God, but just there to have friends... to have a social life. God was just the guilt that made us responsible enough to show up every week.

One day we were all praying in a circle in church, someone was praying about how their really old grandpa got cancer, and they asked God to save him. Two weeks later, the same person would be there, saying they understood why God let their grandpa die. But my question is, if God didn't want him to get cancer, why did he get cancer in the first place? So what is the point in praying about it?

A lot of times when we would pray in a circle,Julie and I would try to hold each other's hands, because of my skepticism, I would often have a hard time not laughing when someone would ask God for something really stupid. Julie was was more respectful than me, she would squeeze my hand the moment she detected I was about to laugh, and that would help prevent me from losing it.

My dad only got to see me during the summers while my Papa was out fishing in Alaska. My mom left my Dad because he was accused by her two sisters & her own child of being inappropriate to an illegal extent toward them. Maybe that is why he resorted to religion so strongly, to make sense of his own sins, to try and accept himself despite what a monster my family members accused him of being.

One day my dad decided to go over to Julie's parents house after church. The majority of the church followed.

There was a silly little pond outside Julie's house and she asked if I wanted to go out on a paddle boat with her and a friend of both of ours, Michael. Michael decided to bring a fishing pole for the pond, and pretty quickly caught what looked like a catfish. "Oh my gosh!" Michael said "This is so gross!" Julie paddled back to shore with me, Michael in the back of the boat & immediately her dad said we needed to let it go. I replied "We're not going to eat it?" and her dad said "No, it's too small." I was confused as the fish was clearly wounded, and putting it back, well it just seemed wasteful considering we half killed it by catching it, and now it was going to die anyway, uneaten. As if it was all pointless.

We played in the pond a little longer till I said something to Julie. Michael had made a joke about how he thought Julie liked me and I replied "I hope so." Julie reacted by pushing me in the water, and we all laughed. I laughed last thanks to me needed to catch my breath.

Julie promptly suggested I wash off now that I was covered in pond water, so the three of us walked over to her neighbors house which was twice as big as hers, much newer and unoccupied as the neighbors were on vacation.

I was about to hop in the shower,Julie was the only one in the room with me. Michael was in the music room of the mansion, strumming away on a guitar and singing funny lyrics like "Don't eat the fish, the itty bitty fish, I think the meat would be so bland."

Julie looked at me with a smile, clearly not ready to leave the room so I could shower. I said "Well, I'm going to hop in." Julie replied "Want me to join you?" My heart fluttered. I then laughed awkwardly and said "You... want to shower with me?" She laughed and said "Don't be too long." as she walked out of the room.

I blew it. She would have probably showered with me... why did I say that? Why didn't I just say "Yes please, thank you." or at the very least "I would love that." The warm water felt incredible, but I couldn't help being upset with myself. I thought about what it would be like if she was in the shower with me, would she have taken her swimsuit & shorts off? Would we have kissed?

Before it was time for me to return home to Washington State, we had one more cabin trip to go on with a few church members. Michael was there, so was one of my sisters, and Michael's sister. Julie, most importantly, remained close to me the entire first day of us being there. All the kids were to sleep upstairs in sleeping bags in a big carpeted room of the cabin. It consumed the entire upper floor.

Julie was staring at me from her sleeping bag for most of the time the lights remained on in the cabin. She was smiling every time I looked at her, and I would smile back upon seeing this.

There was a pillow between her sleeping bag and mine. She had put her hand under the pillow in a way that only made sense if she was reaching out to me, so I reached my hand out, and held hers. No one else in the room had any idea.

After a short while the lights went out and that's when Julie began moving toward me, slipping her body inside my sleeping bag.

She immediately began kissing me and I kissed her back just as aggressively. I had never kissed a girl before this moment, but it seemed like I was doing everything right. With one hand I unbuttoned her shorts & slipped my hand into her underwear. This again was the first time I had ever touched someone like this.

Julie, now on top of me, began breathing heavily as my fingers moved in and out of her. She continued to kiss me and began to grind on me as well. After twenty minutes of one of the best moments in my life to date, she buttoned her shorts back up and kissed me good night.

I was glowing, and not to my knowledge at the time, it wasn't even over.

The next morning Julie and I were the first two people to wake up in the house. I found her sitting on the couch downstairs, and realizing we were still alone, we again threw ourselves at each other in exactly the same way we had last night,only now on the couch in the cabin front room. The fabric of the couch had a purple base color, and a design tributing to the natives of America. I ran my hand up and down her legs, I pulled her body as close to me as I could, I tried to make her feel as loved & blissful as I knew how,. She seemed so happy.

"Good morning!" my dad's voice boomed from the back room.Julie quickly sad up while zipping up her pants. I slowly reacted with a smile and a good morning back.

I could see Julie was beaming. It was sad I had to go home soon... back to that bedroom, back to that school... but my mom had custody, and the only reason I wanted to stay was the thought of a beautiful girl who would probably be embarrassed to ever publicly date me considering our age gap.

The plan ride home was a cold one. 

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