The third point of view:

"Wow, what a nice evening," Anabelle muttered, rubbing her shoulders.

"Do you feel cold?" Julie asked, watching her closely.

"No -" Anabelle was still saying when he took off his jacket and wore it on her.

"But I don't -"

"Shhh," He pressed his finger against her lips, she went red in the face.

"You're my woman, your comfort is my priority," Julie said as he helped her put on the jacket.

Anabelle boomed with joy, she had seen this type of scene so many times in movies. Who knew she would ever experience one? God, she could die from happiness now. She felt jolly.

"How do you feel now?" he asked Anabelle who was safely cocooned in the warmth of his jacket. They were outside and Lincolnshire's weather got cold at night even though it was summer.

"Better," she smiled at Julie who intertwined their hands and continued their journey.

Without him watching, Anabelle brought the jacket to her nose and took a long sniff. As expected, he smelled of pine which was kind of strong and masculine - he was just her type. His scent increases her desire for a sexual encounter.

Although they hadn't exactly done it, Anabelle could still remember the way her body tingled at his touch. It was almost as if her body came alive and the sensation? It was heavenly.

Anabelle had just a hint of the forbidden fruit and now, she wanted to experience the real thing. Isabella had called it the best feeling ever, she wanted to feel that way as well.

So lost was Anabelle in thought that she didn't notice when Julie stopped and she ran into his back.

"Hey," He steadied her by placing both hands on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Of course!"

Julie stared at her skeptically,

"Are you sure?" he didn't believe her. Not to mention that Anabelle was a bad liar.

"Yes, I am," Her face was already beet red. How was she going to tell him that she was daydreaming about them having sex?

But then, it hit Anabelle. Wasn't Julie her boyfriend? Having sex wasn't that one of the benefits of being together? If she doesn't have sex with him? Who then?

Hence, Anabelle summoned courage and asked a question that the previous her wouldn't even have attempted.

"When are we going to have sex?"

"What?!" Julie almost choked on his saliva. Where did that question come from?

"When are we going to have sex? Like real sex,"

"Real sex?" Julie asked, intentionally covering up his own embarrassment.

"The kind of sex where you know....." she made an insinuative demonstration by making both of her fingers meet.

Anabelle scratched the back of her head awkwardly. She had thought she could pull this topic off efficiently without shyness creeping in - you know, be as shameless as Izzy - but she was wrong.

Even now, she wished she could take back those words - it was so embarrassing. Weren't men supposed to be the ones making a move on their women? Who Kew what Julie thought of her now? God, this was so embarrassing.

"Oh, you mean that kind of sex," Julie said, causing her blush to deepen.

Suddenly, he started towards her causing Anabelle to step back until she couldn't anymore. He leaned down, Anabelle arched her back, the scent of the roses wafting into her nose since she was closer to the flower.

Anabelle let out a startled gasp when Judy's hands went to her ass and cupped it, pressing her flush against his chest. Her eyes widened and her heart began to pound as his hand kneaded her behind.

Her hands went to his chest and she wanted to hide her face. He was touching her inappropriately outside where anyone could run into them at any moment.

However, Julie's gaze caught her own and she couldn't take it anymore, it was almost as if he hypnotized her. One of his hands left her ass only to trail down her throat, a shiver ran down her spine.

Julie continued to tease her with her finger causing her breath to became an uneven mess. Her chest heaved and her hands formed a fist across his shirt.

Anabelle gasped when he rubbed her against his erection, her eyes widened. The sensation was exhilarating yet she couldn't relax. What if someone sees them?

Then Julie leaned down and trailed a kiss down her throat and she moaned. Instantly, her hands flew over her mouth cupping it. What if someone had heard that? God, this was so embarrassing.

"See?" Julie chuckled, "You're not yet ripe,"

"What?" Anabelle couldn't understand him at first until the words sank in - he thought she was not ready for this.

"Come," He stretched his hand towards her, "We should go in,"

Anabelle stared at the hand he wanted her to take and she placed her hand in it. However, she tugged on Julie's hand forcefully, knowing she was no match for him when it comes to strength.

Julie stumbled to a stop in front of her and she wrapped her hand around his neck, shifted her weight to her toe, and kissed him. The kiss was no way near the word "romantic", "soft" nor "sweet". It was hard and passionate as she tried to make a statement.

Anabelle might be that sweet, girl next door, but she wasn't as innocent as they thought she was. She knew stuff - stuffs Isabella told her and the ones she read in romance books and movies. She might seem shy to do it, but that wasn't the case with someone she was comfortable with.

She was the type who wouldn't show that active side to her unless she trusted you and Julie had underestimated her. Now she was going to prove that to him.

Anabelle deepened the kiss, her hands digging into his hair as their breath quickened. Her lips moved aggressively against his and just as her tongue gained entrance into his mouth, Anabelle touched him down there.

Julie moaned, shivers of pleasure running through him with none of them caring about the fact that they were in the open. The pleasure was everywhere and just when he wanted to feel her everywhere, Anabelle withdrew and whispered into his ears, "Sorry, but I'm not ripe yet,"

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