Reversal of Fate, page 5
“You’re probably right.” Julie closed the entrance door, and it clicked shut. “See, it was a good idea of me to invite you in.”
He put one arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “So you’re planning to use me, hmm? Is that all I am to you, a bodyguard?” He swept a purposefully lusting look over her cleavage. “It’s not the worst body I’ve ever guarded.”
She slapped him playfully and giggled. “Not the worst? You sure know how to get to a girl’s heart.”
Carter laughed out loud, and a wide smile appeared on Julie’s face, a smile that encompassed her eyes. He’d never laughed like this with any of the girls he’d dated. But with Julie it was different. It felt as if he knew her, as if they’d been friends for a long time. Yet, it didn’t take away from the excitement of knowing that they both wanted more than just that one kiss.
“I have other ways up my sleeve, if you want me to show you,” he said and let his hand slide down to her backside. Before she could answer, he added, “But only if you want to. If not, we can talk all night. It’s your choice. It’ll always be your choice.” Because it had to be. If he had any chance at winning her trust and her affection in less than a week, he had to trust in her first, trust that she would make the right choice.
She tilted her head to the side, contemplating something. “You’re different from the other guys.”
“Which other guys? Are you telling me I’m not the first guy you’ve invited to your room?”
“We’re not in my room.” She winked at him. “Yet.” Then she stepped back and took his hand.
He let her lead him to the stairs, and together they walked to the second floor. She opened the door to her room and entered, still holding his hand.
Automatically, he shut the door behind him and pulled her into his arms. Moonlight streamed in from the window, but otherwise it was dark.
“We should close the curtains,” Julie suggested.
“So you can have your way with me?” Carter said.
“So I can put the light on.”
Carter turned to the window and pulled the curtains shut. Julie switched on the bedside lamp. It provided just enough light to see everything he wanted to see.
He looked at Julie. She appeared a little lost, as if she was suddenly getting cold feet. He went to her and tipped her chin up with his fingers.
“May I promise you something?” he asked.
“Promise me what?”
“That I won’t undress myself. You’ll be the one to undress me, if that’s what you want. Okay?”
“But don’t you want to…”
“Don’t think about what I want. Think about what you want, what you feel comfortable with. That’s the first rule tonight.”
“If there’s a first rule, what’s the second?”
“You’ll decide if and when to take off your clothes. If you want me to help you with that, you’ll just have to ask.”
“Good.” Julie put her hands on his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt.
He took her hands, stilled them. “There’s no rush, Julie, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not doing this to prove anything to you. I’m doing it because I want to feel you. I’ve waited long enough.”
“We only just met.”
She sighed. “I don’t know whether you’ll understand, but I always wondered if I would know when it was the right time, or whether I was just afraid of… you know…”
“Sex?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes, that. It turns out that I wasn’t afraid of… losing my virginity. But I was afraid of losing it to the wrong guy.” She looked into his eyes. “It’s the right time. And you’re the right one.”
He hoped that she would still think the same once she found out where he was from, and what his mission was. He wanted to tell her the truth. He wanted to come clean, but he knew what would happen if he did this tonight in the wake of Julie almost being drugged—and raped—by Todd. She would lose her trust in men completely, and shut him out. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to show her that he cared about her happiness. Even if that meant hiding the truth from her tonight.
“So you want me to take this shirt off,” Carter said.
“See, now you get it. You’re not just a pretty face,” Julie joked.
He shook his head, laughing. Then he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off, tossing it toward the chair. “Is that what you want?”
He noticed her looking at his hairless chest, a look of approval in her eyes.
“Can you help me with my dress?” she murmured, her voice sounding husky all of the sudden.
He reached behind her with both hands and found the zipper. Inch by inch, he pulled it down with one hand, while he let his other hand glide onto her skin. He caressed her back.
Julie closed her eyes and sighed. “Kiss me.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. Carter slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. Julie didn’t immediately put her arms around him. Instead, she brushed her dress’s straps over her shoulders and let the dress slide down her body, pooling at her feet. Then she kicked off her high heels.
He interrupted the kiss to look at her. She wore a white bra and panties. Befitting a virgin. And sexier than any stripper.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against her parted lips, and lifted her into his arms.
He carried her to the bed and laid her on top of the covers, then took off his shoes. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. She molded her body to his and pressed her lips to his, inviting him in. He swept his tongue into her mouth and explored her. She wasn’t timid, but participated with equal fervor.
She put one hand on his nape and caressed him there. At the gentle touch, a shudder went through his body, and he let out a moan. He was glad he still wore his pants so he wouldn’t just roll over her and bury himself in her. He was already rock-hard and holding onto his control with everything he had.
Slowly, gently, he began to explore Julie’s body. Her skin was soft. She wasn’t a curvy woman with big breasts, but rather an athletic one with a few subtle curves where it mattered. He slid one hand along the side of her torso, feeling her shiver at his touch. She moaned into his mouth, confirming that his caress was welcome.
When his fingers reached the seam of her bra, he felt her pull in a deep breath. Slowly, giving her a chance to swat his hand away, he caressed her breast through the thin fabric. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, eliciting a drawn-out moan from its owner. He repeated his action, then took her breast into the palm of his hand. Julie arched her back and thrust her breasts into his palm, demanding more. He squeezed her, first gently, then firmer.
Julie didn’t back away, didn’t stop him. Instead, her hand moved from his nape down to his jeans-clad butt. Even through the thick fabric Carter felt her dig her nails into him, forcing him to press his groin against hers. It only intensified his need to make love to her, but he wasn’t ready to get naked, or it would be over far too quickly.
He eased his lips from hers. “I’d like to touch your skin.” He squeezed her breast again, telling her exactly where he wanted to touch her without any barrier.
“Then open my bra and take it off me,” she invited him.
He fumbled in the front, but couldn’t find the closure.
“In the back,” she whispered.
“Sorry,” he said. “Don’t have too much practice in this.” Which was true. Still, he felt like a fool not knowing that bras in 2025 had to be opened and closed in the back. By 2085, bra manufacturers run by all-women designers had completely reworked the bra to make it more comfortable and practical.
Nevertheless, he was a quick learner. Seconds later, he’d freed Julie of her bra and gazed at the pretty sight. Her breasts, though small, were firm and beautiful.
Carter dipped his head, eager to taste her firm nipples. When he put his lips around one hard bud and sucked it into his mouth, Julie gasped. He pulled back instantly, worried that his action had made her uncomfortable, when he felt her hand on the back of his head, guiding him back to her breasts.
“Please,” she murmured, her voice colored with need, “don’t stop.”
Julie was responsive despite her inexperience. She had the right instincts, and her desire matched his. Carter hadn’t expected this when Dr. Mandell had told him he was being matched up with a virgin.
He’d thought that the computer program that had been fed with every piece of information—including any available DNA data about the women who’d died during the pandemic of 2025 as well as the Romeos—had failed. But Carter had underestimated the scientists who’d developed the program. They had promised the Romeos that each and every one of them would be matched up with a woman who would be their best biological, physical, and psychological match, and practically guaranteed them that their attraction would be mutual.
“I’ve only just gotten started,” he said against Julie’s soft skin.
13 – Extremely Close Encounter
Julie felt the cool sheets beneath her and Carter’s hot breath on her breasts. He seemed to be in no rush, but lavished her breasts with tenderness and unlimited patience, learning instinctively what she liked, and how to drive her to want more. She had never thought that being intimate with a guy could make her feel as if she were a real-life goddess, and he the man who’d come to worship at her altar. Carter was treating her like a treasure he laid bare inch by inch.
The few instances where she’d kissed a guy had always ended with an attempt at undressing her when she wasn’t ready, and putting his hands where she wasn’t welcoming them. She’d always felt that they didn’t even care who she was or what she wanted, as long as they could… well, as long as they could get laid. And that had put her off, and made her push them away, and decline any further dates.
Carter seemed to be in no rush to seek his own satisfaction. Yet, she heard his moans as he licked and sucked her breasts, as if he enjoyed it as much as she did. He was gentle, his hands and mouth caressing her without guile, without rushing to be inside her. It surprised her, because she wasn’t unaware of the hard bulge in his pants. He was aroused. And she liked the feel of him, of his hard-on pressing against her. She rubbed herself against him, loving the way Carter responded: with a barely suppressed moan that sent ripples over her breasts, making her sensitive nipples even harder.
She felt an overwhelming need to make Carter moan again, so she ground her groin rhythmically against him. She could feel the wetness in her panties, a signal from her body, telling her what she wanted, what she needed.
Carter lifted his head from her breasts, his green eyes shimmering in all its facets. “Damn it, Julie,” he whispered with a husky voice, “you’re so damn hot.”
“You’re making me hot.” She put her hand to his fly, but he captured it and stopped her from opening the button.
“How about we start with you?” He let go of her hand and slid one finger along the top seam of her panties.
Her breath hitched in anticipation. “Why don’t you show me what you have in mind?”
Carter held her gaze, while he moved his hand beneath the fabric. Julie wet her lips, then felt one long finger slide down to her core, where wetness seeped from her. When he touched her clit lightly, a bolt of excitement shot through her body, and she gasped.
Carter smiled. “Ah, there it is. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He captured her lips and explored her mouth with his tongue, more demanding now, while he caressed her clit with his fingers, first gathering moisture from her wet folds, then spreading it over her center of pleasure.
She couldn’t hold back her moans anymore and surrendered to his touch. She needed this, wanted this. Impatiently, she tugged at her panties, pushing them down as much as she could. Finally, Carter helped her take them off completely, and she could open wider for him, allowing him to caress her with his expert fingers.
“Oh, God, please, yes…”
She didn’t care that she sounded needy, or slutty. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Carter was touching her, giving her pleasure, showing her what it meant to be a woman. Her hips moved in concert with his caresses, urging him to increase his tempo.
He took his lips from hers. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
His reassuring words made her desire him even more. “I want to feel you.”
“You will,” he promised. “But first, I want to feel you shudder with pleasure, because once I’m inside you, I’m not sure I’ll last long.” He brushed his lips against hers. “You’re too sexy. And I love caressing you. The way you respond turns me on.”
She didn’t get a chance to respond, because he kissed her again, and his fingers worked their magic. With every stroke, every touch, her arousal rose, and her body seemed to take on a life of its own. She moved in sync with Carter’s caresses, forcing him to increase the intensity with which he stroked over her clit.
All of a sudden, she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her heart raced, and waves rippled through her, one crashing against the next as she climaxed. Carter’s fingers stilled but remained on her clit to let her ride out her orgasm.
She let out a long breath and looked at him.
He gave her a warm smile. “Feeling alright?”
Julie put her hand on his nape to pull his face to him. “Do you have to ask?”
Carter shook his head. “I could feel you shudder with pleasure.”
She sighed contentedly. “I’m glad I went to the party, or I would have never met you.” She put her lips to his and kissed him softly, before releasing him again. “Can you please do me a favor now?”
He smiled. “I hope this is not the part where you toss me out.”
She chuckled. “You’re not leaving anytime soon.”
“Good. So what’s that favor?”
“Take off your pants, and make love to me.”
“So you haven’t had enough for tonight then?” he asked with a smirk.
“I’m only just getting started,” Julie replied, using Carter’s words from earlier.
14 – Guy Interrupted
Carter stood up and rid himself of his jeans and the briefs he wore underneath. When he turned back to Julie, her gaze dropped to his cock. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.
By her look, Carter guessed that not only was Julie a virgin, she hadn’t seen an erect cock in real life. He hoped that she wouldn’t change her mind at the last minute, because he was so hard by now, it was almost painful. Not being able to find release in Julie’s hot body would be a huge disappointment. And a failure on his part. But if she wasn’t ready for his cock, he was prepared to continue to make her come with his hands and mouth until she was.
He locked eyes with Julie, then put his hand around his cock and tugged on it once. Julie’s lips parted, and she licked them.
He slid one knee on the bed to join her.
“Julie, I just heard what happened at the party. Are you o—”
The voice was accompanied by the opening sound of the door, and stopped abruptly.
Carter instinctively blocked Julie from view, and quickly glanced over his shoulder. At the door stood a black girl about the same age as Julie.
“Tonia!” Julie shrieked, and scrambled to pull the duvet over her.
Tonia had the decency to instantly whirl around facing the open door. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright… Obviously you are… Sorry, again, sorry.” She fled, pulling the door shut behind her without looking back.
Carter looked at Julie.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, mortified. “She gonna tell everybody that I’m… that we’re…”
Her entire body looked flushed.
Carter took the interruption in stride and shrugged. “Just as well. At least nobody else will barge in now.” He lowered himself onto the sheets next to her, pulling her into his arms. “Where were we?” He brushed his lips over hers very lightly. “Now I remember. I was about to make love to you… as long as you still want to.”
She put her hand on his nape. “I do.”
At the invitation, Carter rolled over her, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, nudging her thighs apart. He adjusted himself, ready to plunge into her, when she put one hand on his chest, stopping him.
“Condom,” she said.
He instantly remembered the lectures he’d attended as part of the one-week intensive training he’d undergone.
In 2025, sexually transmitted diseases still ran rampant all over the world, and unwanted pregnancy was a problem. In 2051 HIV and other STDs had been cured. Health care was free all over the world, because world leaders had recognized that a healthy workforce was a productive workforce. And by the mid 2070s there were no more unwanted pregnancies. If an unmarried young woman did get pregnant and wasn’t prepared or willing to keep the baby, dozens if not hundreds of families were lining up, offering vast amounts of money to adopt the baby. Abortion was virtually unheard of and only performed when the life of the expectant mother was at risk.
Carter had never worn a condom in his life, and he’d been unable to practice because no company in 2085 produced condoms, and the stock that was still available from the late 2060s just before production of condoms had ceased, had deteriorated so badly that the thin latex had crumbled upon removal from its foil packets. Unfortunately, Carter had forgotten to purchase some upon his arrival in 2025.
Carter hovered over Julie. “Fuck, I don’t have any. I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t planning this.”
To his surprise, Julie smiled at him. “That’s refreshing.”
“Being unprepared?” he asked, perplexed.
“In a way. You’re probably the only guy who’s ever gone to a fraternity party without carrying a few condoms in his pocket.” She kissed him softly on the lips, then she motioned to the bedside table. “Top drawer.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” Carter said and reached for the drawer. Inside, there was indeed a small box of condoms. It was still in its original wrapping. For a few seconds, he struggled to remove the outer plastic, before he could open the cardboard box and take out one foil packet.
