~~The Sun, the Moon, the Stars....and Julie~~



Chapter 1 



The west Texas horizon rose to meet the setting sun, as his Ford pickup 

rolled westward on a seemingly never-ending ribbon of concrete.  This 

had been a long, long day.  It had started that morning when it was 

still dark in Houston, and had seen San Antonio and countless other west 

Texas towns pass by, as Mike drove toward Colorado and the friends he 

was meeting there for a early fall ski trip.



He had told himself that he would not even stop in that area of west 

Texas, that area where she lived.  I'm passing through only because it 

is on my way to Colorado, he thought to himself again, for the hundredth 

time this day.  Then he chuckled out loud, who was he fooling?  It 

really wasn't exactly on his way, but he knew he wanted to see her, and 

if passing through her town was the closest he could get to her, then 

that would have to do.



Julie.  Her name had a quality of mystery and intrigue to it that had 

gripped him when he first talked to her over the internet almost a year 

ago.  Since then, he had come to know her, and she him, as they talked 

for hours at a time.  He had even come to know her husband, Paul, as 

well.  The relationship between the three of them had developed into a 

deep friendship, with an undertone of something much more.  The fact 

that her husband knew about their cyber-relationship, and even joined in 

their sexual games at times, still intrigued Mike.  It was truly a 

unique friendship that they had. Over the months Mike and Julie had 

grown close, about as close as cyber-friendship could be, he guessed.  

They knew each others likes and dislikes, hurts, joys, and dreams.  He 

knew her favorite fantasies, she knew his deepest pleasures.  Her name 

had come to mean so many things, and to hold so many memories for him.  

It was like a song or a fragrance, that when you hear it or smell it, 

you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when you 

first experienced it.  Her name did that to him.  Even now, as he 

whispered her name under his breath, memories and thoughts and 

experiences came flooding back.  He smiled and thought, I really do miss 

her.



Mike had left his home South Africa two weeks ago, coming to Texas to 

visit friends and buy supplies to ship back to Africa.  The trip had 

been fun so far, but he had no internet hookup here in the states and he 

missed it.  Most of all, he missed talking to Julie.  This is wierd, he 

thought, when I'm in South Africa I feel closer to her than I do now 

that I'm the same state.



The sun had slipped behind a far range of hills by this time, and dusk 

had begun to creep over the fields and ranches that passed by his 

window.  It would be dark soon, and soon he would cross the state line 

into New Mexico.  I think I'll stop in Clovis for the night, he thought 

to himself, with a smile.  Go ahead, admit it, he told himself silently, 

you've been planning this all day.  Clovis was a small city close to 

where she lived.  Without her phone number or address, without even her 

last name, he knew this was useless.  Yet still, he thought, who knows 

what might happen....



Chapter 2



The little Motel beside the highway was a typical roadside bunkhouse for 

tired travellers, with a lumpy bed, itchy sheets, a wavy TV screen,  and 

the lingering smell of tobacco smoke on the air.  Mike hated Motels.  He 

hated the cheap, used, staleness of them.  He hated the bored, 

disinterested desk clerks.  He hated the loud drunks who would 

inevitably wander down the hall at two in the morning.  He would much 

rather have been staying at the Sheraton or Hilton, but such is life on 

the road, he sighed.  He decided he could put up with it for one night, 

knowing that he was close to her.



As Mike waited for the pizza delivery guy to arrive, he noticed the 

phone book on the night-stand.  Before he had time to really think about 

it, he had the book open and was looking through the names in the white 

pages.  Without her last name, this was imposible of course.  But still 

he looked, quickly scanning the pages, looking under the headings for 

small surrounding communities in this area of Texas and New Mexico.  He 

amused himself for a moment by trying to imagine what her last name 

might be.  What could it be?  Something common like Smith or Jones?  Or 

maybe it was a little more exotic or foreign, like Schumacher, Lazaro, 

or Paget.  Then suddenly, he saw it.  The listing was for a 'Paul and 

Julie' in a nearby community.  He knew it was had to be her.  It had to 

be.



The pizza guy banged on the door, making Mike jump.  As he paid the 

teenager and collected his supreme pizza (extra chesse, no anchovies), 

he battled with whether or not to call that number.  He occupied himself 

with eating and watching a wavy sports channel for a few minutes, his 

thoughts far away.  Suddenly said to himself, 

"Just do it, damn it."  

Turning off the TV, Mike sat beside the phone and began to dial the 

number.  Some 80 year old rancher will answer, and I'll hang up and that 

will be that, he thought.



"Hello."

It was her.  Mike had not heard her voice in months, since she sent a 

sound file to his computer.  But it was her.  His heart skipped a half 

dozen beats as seconds went by.

"Hello...?"  She spoke again, a little irritation showing this time.

"Uh, hello" he replied, finding his voice at long last, 

"This is Mike, I'm trying to reach Julie."

The silence was deafening for a moment, then,

"Mike??.....is that you??"

"Yes Julie, it's me."

"How....how did you get my number?"

"I looked it up...look, I'm sorry"

Suddenly he was embarrassed for intruding like this.

"I just wanted to say hi....I'll hang up now."

So much for that, he thought.

"No!  Don't hang up, please.  You just surprised me, that's all."

"Well, I just saw a 'Paul and Julie' listed, and thought I'd give it a 

shot."

"Where are you?"

"In Clovis."

"God!...what are you doing here?!"

Mike laughed, "I have no earthly idea."



Chapter 3



Mike proceeded to tell Julie about his Colorado trip, trying to make it 

sound plausible that he would pass this way from Houston.

"But don't you know that you are hours out of your way?"

He thought he could hear a smile in her voice.

"Yes", he chuckled, "I guess I am, but I just couldn't resist."

"I'm glad you couldn't.  I've missed you."

"Meet me for dinner".  The words blurted out before he could stop 

himself.

"I'd love to, but I need to check with Paul."

"Of course.  Bring him along."

"I'll see.  Let me call you back."

Mike hung up the phone, and immediately wondered if it would ever ring, 

if she would really call back.  He decided that under no circumstances 

would he call her again---if she didn't call back he would know it was 

off.  He concentrated on watching the wavy sports channel again.



The phone sounded like a fire alarm going off, making him jump in shock.  

Mike snatched up the receiver, to hear a male voice on the line.

"Hi, this is Paul."

"Oh, hi....I guess Julie told you about my insanity."

"Yes", Paul laughed, "We're on our way, we want to see you, let's meet 

at a place I know."

They made arrangements to meet in about thirty minutes at a place just 

down the road from the Motel.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?"  Mike needed to know.

"Yes, it's cool, we're looking forward to meeting you."

They hung up, and Mike took a moment to jump in the shower and then slip 

into some fresh jeans and a shirt before leaving the Motel.



The place Paul had recommended was a bar.  It had a restaurant and a 

small dance floor by an antique-looking juke box.  The place was nearly 

empty.  Mike slipped in, and got a table near the back, where he could 

watch the door.  In less than one minute, the door opened to admit a 

couple.  It was Paul and Julie.  She stepped through the door first, 

looking around quickly, trying to spot him.  She looked slim and 

beautiful, in faded jeans, boots and a blue shirt.  Her blonde hair 

flashed in the light, as she looked from side to side.  Paul stepped in 

right behind her, his hand on her arm as they looked around.  They are a 

nice looking couple, Mike thought.  They fit together.



Mike waved to catch their eye.  They smiled and made their way across to 

his table, as he stood to meet them.  Mike shook hands with Paul, then 

turned to Julie, offering her his hand also.  She ignored it, and 

instead gave him a hug, laughing at his slight embarrassment.  Her body 

felt good against his, and he held her close and laughed with her.  The 

three of them sat down together, and began to make small talk, breaking 

the ice gradually.  It was not like meeting someone for the first time, 

it felt good and free, their conversation flowed easily, and they 

laughed alot.  As they chatted about nothing in particular, Mike watched 

Julie.  She was so vibrant, so beautiful.  I want her in my arms again, 

he thought to himself.  Their feet brushed each other under the table 

from time to time.  As her fingers brushed his arm to make a point, her 

touch was electric on his skin.



After awhile as they nibbled from a basket of tortilla chips, Paul, 

asking if anyone wanted some music,got up and walked over to the ancient 

juke box on the edge of the dance floor.  Mike and Julie watched as he 

dropped in some coins and punched some numbers.  The music started, 

playing a slow song Mike had never heard before.  But that did not 

matter, because Julie was asking him if he wanted to dance.  He decided 

not to try to explain that he didnt really dance anything but reggae and 

slow, instead just nodding and taking her hand, he led her onto the 

small dance floor.



Her body fit so well against his, her arms holding him close as he held 

her with one hand on her waist and the other at the small of her back.  

They danced slowly and talked, feeling their bodies brush and rub and 

melt together, as they took advantage of the slow music to hold each 

other close.  Out of the corner of his eye, Mike saw Paul watching them 

with a smile on his face.  He felt self-conscious with her husband 

watching as he touched her and held her.  She read his mind and told him 

to relax, that Paul really was ok with all this.  Her breath was warm 

against his shoulder, and her hair smelled fresh and clean.  He felt a 

tiny bra strap under his left hand through the shirt, and her slim waist 

swayed under his right, rubbing and melting into him.  He felt his 

arousal growing, and jokingly told her quietly that he hoped he didn't 

embarrass her with any tent-making.  She threw her head back and 

laughed, pressing her hips against his hardnss, then she leaned forward 

to whisper in his ear that she liked big tents.  He felt her hands slide 

down his back, to pause at his waist and then move lower to cup his butt 

in her hands as she smiled up at him mischeviously.  She was enjoying 

this.  Mike figured, what the hell, and let his hands wander downward 

also, cupping her tight little bottom in his hands for a moment, 

squezzing her cheeks gently and drawing her to him tightly.  He heard 

her breath catch for a moment, and then heard her purr softly against 

his ear, 

"Yessssss."



The music ended much too soon and the two dancers moved back to the 

table, holding hands.  Mike hoped his arousal wasn't as obvious as it 

felt, his cock was straining against his pants, wanting to be free.  

Paul was waiting for them, a smile on his face, and asked if they 

enjoyed themselves.  Julie looked at Mike and said, with a wink, that 

she thought it was a good beginning.



"Do you like the Motel?",  Julie asked suddenly, as they sat down.

Mike replied honestly, 

"No, it's a dump."

"That settles it then, you're coming home with us."

"Are you both sure about this?" he asked.

"Yes, the kids are away for the night.  And besides, I want to show you 

my place."

"Ok, but you know how I hate lumpy couches" he said with a laugh.

"No problem, I already have a place in mind,---my bed" she said winking 

broadly.  Hmmm, Mike thought to himself, this could be a long night.



Chapter 4



It only took a minute for him to clear out of the Motel room and throw 

his battered overnight bag in the truck.  As he got in his truck to 

follow them out to their place, Julie climbed in beside him and 

explained that she would ride with him to make sure he didn't get lost.  



The night was crisp and cool, with a sky full of stars, as they rode out 

to her house.  Mike and Julie talked quietly, feeling at ease with each 

other, with no need to impress or prove anything.  After awhile, Julie 

slid across the truck seat to sit close beside him, and rest her head on 

his shoulder.  Mike's arm slipped easily around her, and sat in silence 

for a bit, just enjoying the feel of being in each other's arms.  

Julie's hand slipped between the buttons on his shirt and her fingers 

traced sensous circles on his skin, her fingertips brushing across his 

stomach and chest.

"I want to kiss you", Mike said softly.

"Do you think you can do that as you drive?" she asked with a slight 

giggle.

"Let's give it a try."



Their kiss was long and slow, as they tasted each others mouths for the 

first time.  To Mike, her mouth tasted like picante sauce with a touch 

of peppermint.  He savoured the feel of her tongue against his, the 

touch of her lips full and wet against his mouth.  Finding it difficult 

to drive, Mike pulled into a side street for a moment, and as the 

headlights of Paul's vechicle disappeared the bend, they took a moment 

to kiss and hold each other.  His hand took hers and gently led it to 

his hardness, letting her feel the effect she had on him.  Her hand in 

turn captured his and introduced it to her firm breast, encouraging him 

to cup it, to feel her nipple hard against his palm.



Mike reluctantly broke the embrace after a long moment and pulled the 

truck back onto the highway.  The few remaining minutes of the drive 

were a delicious torment as she kissed and touched him, giggling a 

little at his difficulty in driving.  As she kissed his chest, he told 

her how much he wanted her, how that he wanted to pleasure her all night 

long, how he wanted to take her as Paul watched.  Her only response was 

to moan as she kissed him harder, and to add a sharp nibble with her 

teeth on his skin.



Julie pointed out the driveway to their house, and he pulled in.  The 

house and barn were neat and attractive, sitting back from the road just 

a little.  She led him inside, to where Paul was already waiting in the 

spacious living room, and then slipped out of the room, remarking that 

she needed to get into something comfortable.  Paul and Mike talked for 

a bit about the farm and house.  Mike was geniunely impressed by it all.  

Paul asked Mike if he wanted a drink and Mike replied that yes, a Dr. 

Pepper would be great.  



As Paul stepped into the kitchen, Julie came back into the room.  She 

had changed into a dark blue silk night-shirt.  It buttoned in the 

front, and came down to her mid-thigh.  She moved slowly across the room 

and came over to Mike and sat beside him.  They began to kiss and touch 

each other, feeling the passion rising between them.  His hand found its 

way to her bare thigh, and felt her legs part slightly under his touch.  

The soft skin on the inside of her thigh felt so silky smooth under his 

fingertips.  Julie moaned softly against his mouth as his hand moved 

slowly, ever so slowly, upward.  Her legs were spread wider now, and her 

arms were wrapped tightly around him as she kissed him deeply.  The 

moistness against his fingertips surprised him, and then he realized 

that Aloha was not wearing any panties.  The smooth shaven lips of her 

labia were moist and warm to the touch.  As he stroked her there, he 

could feel her inner lips, swollen and wet against his palm.  Mike 

cupped her mound gently with his full hand, and then, breaking their 

kiss to look into her eyes, slipped his middle finger ever so slowly 

between her inner lips, stroking up and down several times before 

slipping into the tight, warm wetness that waited there.  As the tip of 

his finger penetrated her, Julie's eyes widened and she drew her breath 

in sharply in a tiny gasp.  Mike could feel her pussy throbbing and 

pulsing, tight around his fingertip, his thumb moving in circles around 

her clitoris.  Gently he took her, loving her wetness, her desire, 

wanting to feel her climax on his fingertips, wanting to pleasure her in 

every way.



The cough from the direction of the kitchen startled them both and 

caused them to look that way.  Paul was leaning against the kitchen door 

jamb, smiling.  He had a full view of what was happening, and Mike knew 

that he could clearly see his hand on Julie's pussy.  Her response was 

to smile at Paul and ask him if he liked what he saw.  Paul just nodded 

in reply.  As Julie invited Paul over to join them, telling him she 

wanted Paul to kiss her as Mike took her with his fingers, Mike thought 

to himself, this is going to be a very interesting night.