To Hell With Ethics
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Man oh man, this is just too much to take in at once. I think I need to sit down for a sec,” Julie groaned softly as she dropped her ass onto the edge of her desk and brought her hand to her face. She rested her head in the palm of her hand and took several deep breaths to clear her head. It was a breathing exercise she told her patients to try when things get too stressful; she’d have suggest something else to them because it sure as Hell wasn’t helping her relax.
“I’m sorry to just lay this all on you like this, but I just can’t keep it in anymore. It’s more then just that I think you’re beautiful, although it sure helps, you make me happy in so many ways,” you try to explain, having trouble finding the exact words to place your feelings for Julie. Love is a strong word and your not there yet, but you care for her so deeply that she’s all you can think of. You’d almost call it an infatuation with the older woman, but that sounded like something a stalker says.
“I make you happy?” Julie lifted her head and you see her giving you a lop-sided grin; not the usual devil-may-care smirk, but it still gives you butterflies in your stomach. “Funny. I became a therapist because I wanted to make people happy. All these years I’ve never been able to do that until now. I should be happy, but all I can think about is how I’m going to screw this up. Listen Peter, you’re making a mistake, I’m not the kid of girl you want to be with.”
“I don’t want a girl, I want a woman. A smart, sassy, fun, beautiful woman,” you reaffirm. You’ve not so sure about confessing to Julie, but your positive about what you’re confessing. You’re feelings for her are genuine and nothing can shake your belief.
“I’m not that perfect!” Julie paused after her outburst and lowered her face, unable to look you in the eyes anymore. “Christ, kid, I’m a freaking mess. I’m a neurotic underachiever that screws up everything in her life. I can’t eat right, I can’t dress right, I can’t do my job right, I’m just a big screw up. Whatever time you have left is better spent anywhere, but around me.”
Julie didn’t even have to lift her head to see you. Mustering up every once of courage you had, you walked towards Julie, standing directly below her as she held her head low. You didn’t even reach her breasts anymore; your head stopped just bellow the bottom of her shapely breasts. Looking up, you’re staring directly into her sad, lonely eyes and for a second you falter, but taking a big gulp you force yourself to speak.
“I don’t know how you feel about me, whether I’m a friend or a patient or something more, but I know how I feel you. I want you Julie because you might not be perfect like everyone else, but your perfect for me. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want happiness and I think I can truly get that with you. I don’t care about what’s wrong with you Julie, only what’s right. If you don’t feel the same way, I’ll survive through whatever little time I have left, but if you do feel the same, then don’t deny what I feel. What am I to you?”
Julie hesitated for a moment, struggling with what to do, until she figured it out. Slowly she started to smile and your heart missed a beat as she let out a small chuckle. “For now, I think you’re a cute friend who I wouldn’t mind getting closer to, much closer to.”
Before you can react, she reaches down and grabs you by the shoulders then leans her face down towards you. Her big face looms in front of you as her hair falls around both your faces like a curtain to give your privacy. She opens her mouth slightly before turning her head a few inches to the side and capturing your mouth in a kiss. Her lips easily cover your shrunken mouth, a warm tingly sensation races through your body as she kisses the bottom of your face. You feel like your floating, which you are. Julie lifted your feet off the ground to kiss you. Suddenly it kicks in, Julie freaking Winters is kissing you and your not kissing back. You pucker up and kiss back, your lips only finding something wet and soft. She has your lips covered with hers; you’re kissing her tongue, which is rubbing against your pursed lips. She breaks the kiss after a second, but still holds you up, looking deep into your eyes as you stare back blankly in shock.
“I’ll admit, you’re not the best kisser, but you sure are the cutest and pretty tasty to boot,” she teases as she lifts her head back up, throwing her long blond hair back over her shoulders. She lets you down and you stumble for a second, a goofy grin plastered over your face. It wasn’t an intense or passionate kiss, but it was the most incredible thing you’ve ever experienced. Julie enjoys your amazement; relishing how much joy a simple act could have on you. Her smile becomes raunchier as she imagines how you’ll react when you really start having fun.
“I’m sorry to just lay this all on you like this, but I just can’t keep it in anymore. It’s more then just that I think you’re beautiful, although it sure helps, you make me happy in so many ways,” you try to explain, having trouble finding the exact words to place your feelings for Julie. Love is a strong word and your not there yet, but you care for her so deeply that she’s all you can think of. You’d almost call it an infatuation with the older woman, but that sounded like something a stalker says.
“I make you happy?” Julie lifted her head and you see her giving you a lop-sided grin; not the usual devil-may-care smirk, but it still gives you butterflies in your stomach. “Funny. I became a therapist because I wanted to make people happy. All these years I’ve never been able to do that until now. I should be happy, but all I can think about is how I’m going to screw this up. Listen Peter, you’re making a mistake, I’m not the kid of girl you want to be with.”
“I don’t want a girl, I want a woman. A smart, sassy, fun, beautiful woman,” you reaffirm. You’ve not so sure about confessing to Julie, but your positive about what you’re confessing. You’re feelings for her are genuine and nothing can shake your belief.
“I’m not that perfect!” Julie paused after her outburst and lowered her face, unable to look you in the eyes anymore. “Christ, kid, I’m a freaking mess. I’m a neurotic underachiever that screws up everything in her life. I can’t eat right, I can’t dress right, I can’t do my job right, I’m just a big screw up. Whatever time you have left is better spent anywhere, but around me.”
Julie didn’t even have to lift her head to see you. Mustering up every once of courage you had, you walked towards Julie, standing directly below her as she held her head low. You didn’t even reach her breasts anymore; your head stopped just bellow the bottom of her shapely breasts. Looking up, you’re staring directly into her sad, lonely eyes and for a second you falter, but taking a big gulp you force yourself to speak.
“I don’t know how you feel about me, whether I’m a friend or a patient or something more, but I know how I feel you. I want you Julie because you might not be perfect like everyone else, but your perfect for me. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want happiness and I think I can truly get that with you. I don’t care about what’s wrong with you Julie, only what’s right. If you don’t feel the same way, I’ll survive through whatever little time I have left, but if you do feel the same, then don’t deny what I feel. What am I to you?”
Julie hesitated for a moment, struggling with what to do, until she figured it out. Slowly she started to smile and your heart missed a beat as she let out a small chuckle. “For now, I think you’re a cute friend who I wouldn’t mind getting closer to, much closer to.”
Before you can react, she reaches down and grabs you by the shoulders then leans her face down towards you. Her big face looms in front of you as her hair falls around both your faces like a curtain to give your privacy. She opens her mouth slightly before turning her head a few inches to the side and capturing your mouth in a kiss. Her lips easily cover your shrunken mouth, a warm tingly sensation races through your body as she kisses the bottom of your face. You feel like your floating, which you are. Julie lifted your feet off the ground to kiss you. Suddenly it kicks in, Julie freaking Winters is kissing you and your not kissing back. You pucker up and kiss back, your lips only finding something wet and soft. She has your lips covered with hers; you’re kissing her tongue, which is rubbing against your pursed lips. She breaks the kiss after a second, but still holds you up, looking deep into your eyes as you stare back blankly in shock.
“I’ll admit, you’re not the best kisser, but you sure are the cutest and pretty tasty to boot,” she teases as she lifts her head back up, throwing her long blond hair back over her shoulders. She lets you down and you stumble for a second, a goofy grin plastered over your face. It wasn’t an intense or passionate kiss, but it was the most incredible thing you’ve ever experienced. Julie enjoys your amazement; relishing how much joy a simple act could have on you. Her smile becomes raunchier as she imagines how you’ll react when you really start having fun.
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