Hot Julie
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Soon you’re sharing a laugh with Julie, you can’t even remember what you were talking about, all that mattered was that you were having fun with Julie. She places her hand on your shoulder as she throws her head back and laughs. Her touch makes you shiver slightly, unable to keep from feeling a stirring deep inside at the simple touch. You know you’re attracted to Julie, your glassy stares at her rump and your pleasant dreams about her were enough to assure you that you had a crush on the hot doctor, but this warm feeling in your stomach from her touch feels different then anything you’ve felt before. You’re not the only one feeling something building up in their belly as Julie open’s her mouth and lets out a burp.
It’s barely a hiccup, but it comes to fast for her to cover her mouth or even turn her face away from you. The thick odder of her belch stings your nose, but you don’t react to it beyond wrinkling your nose. All the humor on Julie’s face vanishes as she covers her mouth and turns away from you. You know Julie is kind of a slob, but it seems even she has her limits.
“Fuck, can’t believe I did that. I am such a fucking pig,” Julie groans, resting her face in the palm of her hands to hide her blushing face.
“It’s okay, just forget about it,” you try to reassure her. It was a little gross that she burped, but you really don’t care. In truth you actually find it kinda cute because it shows how relaxed she is with you. Sometimes you worry she’s just pretending to be your friend to do her job, but if she feels comfortable enough to not hold back her bodies natural reactions, it means that she definitely isn’t pretending.
“It’s not okay, I get gassy whenever I eat bad food and that’s all I eat. I can’t cook to save my life so all my meals are either made in the microwave or come in a greasy paper bag. At least when I was dating I could get whoever I was with to pay for some decent food, but lately I’ve been having a dry streak and all the bad food I eat has caused this,” Julie’s hands moved to her stomach, cradling the small bulging midsection like it had a baby inside of it instead of just baby fat. She looked down at her pudgy belly with disgust. “I’m fucking hideous.”
“No, you’re not!” You burst out saying without thinking. This woman you obvious have a crush on is calling herself ugly and you won’t stand for it. You know you don’t have a chance with her and at best she sees you as new friend, but you aren’t going to stand for her insulting herself. “I know I’m just a kid, but you are not ugly, you’re hot, really hot. So you don’t have a completely flat belly like the annoying girl’s at my school, so what. You’re ten times as nice, smart and hotter then those bitches ever are or ever could be. You said you dated a lot of guys, even though they were jerks, they knew you were hot.”
“Most of them just wanted me for my big butt,” Julie softly said, a smile starting to form on her lips as she turned to you. She was teasing you, that was good, her mood was improving. Blushing softly at her warm gaze, you find your bravado fading as you look upon the beautiful woman you had just told was hotter than any high school girl; a tad inappropriate to say to your therapist.
“You know, you’re right kid. I shouldn’t worry about how I look. Fuck societies notion of beauty. Fuck trying to look like every blond bimbo on the street. And fuck that fucking scale in my apartment that tells me I gained ten pounds.” Okay, Julie was back to normal. When she started swearing up a storm you knew she was in a good mood. You share a few more laughs with her for the rest of the hour, forgetting completely that last time you were with Julie you could look her in the eyes without having to look up. It was fun again and when your time ran out you felt like staying eve more then last time.
“Well kid, time to call it a day. I’ll see you next week and maybe by then I can find a pair of pants that don’t make my butt look big.” You nod to that, glad to see Julie is in a joking mood. You don’t like seeing her sad, it was just so hard to see that sarcastic, foul-mouthed face look so gloomy. Turning her back to you, Julie adds one last thing. “Then again, maybe you’d prefer a pair of pants that make my butt look even bigger.”
You blush heavily and even though you can’t see her face you know Julie is smirking at you. You shuffle out of the room, taking one more glance at her wide rear. You need a cold shower.
It’s barely a hiccup, but it comes to fast for her to cover her mouth or even turn her face away from you. The thick odder of her belch stings your nose, but you don’t react to it beyond wrinkling your nose. All the humor on Julie’s face vanishes as she covers her mouth and turns away from you. You know Julie is kind of a slob, but it seems even she has her limits.
“Fuck, can’t believe I did that. I am such a fucking pig,” Julie groans, resting her face in the palm of her hands to hide her blushing face.
“It’s okay, just forget about it,” you try to reassure her. It was a little gross that she burped, but you really don’t care. In truth you actually find it kinda cute because it shows how relaxed she is with you. Sometimes you worry she’s just pretending to be your friend to do her job, but if she feels comfortable enough to not hold back her bodies natural reactions, it means that she definitely isn’t pretending.
“It’s not okay, I get gassy whenever I eat bad food and that’s all I eat. I can’t cook to save my life so all my meals are either made in the microwave or come in a greasy paper bag. At least when I was dating I could get whoever I was with to pay for some decent food, but lately I’ve been having a dry streak and all the bad food I eat has caused this,” Julie’s hands moved to her stomach, cradling the small bulging midsection like it had a baby inside of it instead of just baby fat. She looked down at her pudgy belly with disgust. “I’m fucking hideous.”
“No, you’re not!” You burst out saying without thinking. This woman you obvious have a crush on is calling herself ugly and you won’t stand for it. You know you don’t have a chance with her and at best she sees you as new friend, but you aren’t going to stand for her insulting herself. “I know I’m just a kid, but you are not ugly, you’re hot, really hot. So you don’t have a completely flat belly like the annoying girl’s at my school, so what. You’re ten times as nice, smart and hotter then those bitches ever are or ever could be. You said you dated a lot of guys, even though they were jerks, they knew you were hot.”
“Most of them just wanted me for my big butt,” Julie softly said, a smile starting to form on her lips as she turned to you. She was teasing you, that was good, her mood was improving. Blushing softly at her warm gaze, you find your bravado fading as you look upon the beautiful woman you had just told was hotter than any high school girl; a tad inappropriate to say to your therapist.
“You know, you’re right kid. I shouldn’t worry about how I look. Fuck societies notion of beauty. Fuck trying to look like every blond bimbo on the street. And fuck that fucking scale in my apartment that tells me I gained ten pounds.” Okay, Julie was back to normal. When she started swearing up a storm you knew she was in a good mood. You share a few more laughs with her for the rest of the hour, forgetting completely that last time you were with Julie you could look her in the eyes without having to look up. It was fun again and when your time ran out you felt like staying eve more then last time.
“Well kid, time to call it a day. I’ll see you next week and maybe by then I can find a pair of pants that don’t make my butt look big.” You nod to that, glad to see Julie is in a joking mood. You don’t like seeing her sad, it was just so hard to see that sarcastic, foul-mouthed face look so gloomy. Turning her back to you, Julie adds one last thing. “Then again, maybe you’d prefer a pair of pants that make my butt look even bigger.”
You blush heavily and even though you can’t see her face you know Julie is smirking at you. You shuffle out of the room, taking one more glance at her wide rear. You need a cold shower.
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