Reborn in 1994: Internet Empire

50 Max and Jules

       Max danced with Jules into the night until eventually the entire group was incredibly tuckered out. Charlie and Lina returned to their room early, just so that they could wake up early for a more fun-filled day. Trae decided to do the same. So at the bar, it was only Max and Jules left.

       “Max, did you enjoy the d-dancing?” Jules asked, trying to keep herself balanced as they went drink for drink with one another.

       “Y-yeah, I really did,” he replied, as he took another shot of a drink that he could no longer remember.

       At this point, Evan had left them to their own devices, personally stopping the flow of drinks himself. It was up to them to figure out the next thing to do. And at that moment, their next challenge was to figure out how to make it back to their room without somehow messing around in a drunken stupor. Max stood up, and immediately almost fell over before regaining his balance on the counter of the bar. Jules hopped off of her chair, and leaned against Max, as they stumbled back into their room. The airconditioning was cold and refreshing, and yet somehow they were both still incredibly sweaty. It was probably from all the dancing and drinking.

       “Max, I’m gonna… I-I’m… I’m gonna shower like really quick,” she said, still reeling from the drinking match that lasted all the way until the twelfth round.

       She pressed her hand against Max’s face and rubbed it around, clearly not knowing what she was doing.

       “Don’t you d-dare peak,” she said, as she walked into the bathroom.

       Suddenly, Max was alone in the room. Hearing the shower come on immediately brought him back to earth. And it brought him right into this room. He became hyper aware of every sound that was coming from within the bathroom. The whooshing sounds coming from the showerhead. The drips that the water would make whenever she would turn off the faucet every so often. The steps that she would take around the shower would make a small splashing sound. The squish of soap that would come out of the bottle she would squeeze to get out. Suddenly, he was painting a picture of her in his head. He stopped himself, however, because he knew that if something were to happen, then he would never be allowed near her again. Right? He tried to turn his attention away from the shower and looked, still drunkenly, at the near bedside table. He picked up a card that was placed carefully onto it. When he opened the card, a small plastic packet fell onto his lap. Max ignored it for now and read.

       “Dear Max and or Jules,

Please do remember to always be safe. Use protection.

-Sincerely, Evan Williamson and staff”

       He looked at his lap and quickly realized that these were packets of condoms that they had left just in case something were to happen. Suddenly, he heard the door click open. In a panic, he threw the condoms in the drawer of the bedside table, and turned back at Jules, pretending to be as innocent as he could be. This didn’t last long however as he realized what Jules was wearing. It was a silk nightgown that accentuated every curve and every part of her body. It was then that he realized the expression that she wore on her face. Longing. Desire. Maybe even, hunger. As if she couldn’t wait any longer, she pounced onto Max and pushed him down onto the bed. She rested her thigh onto his crotch firmly, but not enough to hurt him. He looked her in the eyes, and saw just how much she wanted him.

       “Max… You know why I asked for us to be in the same room… Right?” she said, still clearly dazed from her long drinking session.

       “Jules, what are you doing?”

       “What do you think I’m doing… Max?” she said, as she began to undo the knot behind her silk nightgown. “Don’t you see that, I want you?”

She pressed her chest onto his. The softness of her breasts caught him completely off guard. His eyes wandered onto the two voluptuous breasts that pressed up against him. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel his heart begin to beat faster, as she leaned in closer. Slowly, her hand travelled down from his shoulders. To his chest. To his stomach. To his thighs. He knew exactly what she intended to do with that hand as soon as it reached its destination.

“Max, I… I-”

It was then that she collapsed onto the bed next to him.

“Jules? Jules?! Are you ok?” he said as he sat up in a panic.

After checking her pulse, he realized that she was just fast asleep. He let out a sigh of relief. As much as he was attracted to her, losing his virginity to her in that way would just be completely wrong in his eyes. In his opinion, if a lady or anyone for that matter was completely drunk, he should do his best to take care of said person until they are their sane selves again. It’s especially true when it came to Jules because he was the girl that he desperately cared about.

With a sigh, he tied the knot on the back of her nightgown and even double-knotted it just to be safe. He then lifted her and placed her on the proper side of the bed. Now she was parallel to the bed and could sleep without any hesitation. He then stripped down and decided to take a shower of his own. The warm water helped him shake off a bit of the drunkenness. It also made him incredibly sleepy. After putting on some comfortable clothes, he lay down next to Jules and drifted off to sleep.

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       It was the next morning, and Max was woken up by a loud scream that happened just next to him. Completely hungover, he shot up just to see what the racket was. He noticed that Jules was looking at him in shock, as her nightgown was not how she left it. She felt the back was knotted really tight as if it was someone else who did it. She also noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear down there. She turned to Max in shock.

       “M-Max! Did we… Did we go all the way last night?!” she asked, clearly concerned about what had happened.

       Max though had no patience for this and just wanted the noise to stop, as his hangover was completely wrecking his head.

       “No, we didn’t. You came onto me but passed out. After that, I tied your blouse back and took a shower. Then I passed out too. Now let me sleep please,” he said before collapsing back into bed.

       Jules took a slight surprise in that. But she smiled when she remembered who she was dealing with. She lay down beside him and pressed her forehead against his broad back.

       “You really didn’t do anything with me?” she asked again.

       “I promise I didn’t,” he mumbled back at her. “Besides… If I wanted that to happen, then we would both be sober.”

       She giggled again and wrapped her arms around him. Before long, they both fell asleep again.

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       After they woke up at around 11 am, they were called down and had an amazing brunch where they were able to choose whatever food they wanted. And another amazing day had passed on their amazing vacation. Max and Jules walked along the beach, just appreciating the wonderful night sky in this distant island, far away from the problems that they had in New York City. It was then that Jules started to probe Max a little bit.

       “Hey, Max?”

       “Yeah?”

       “What is it that you see in me? As a girl?”

       Max turned to her, a little surprised at the sudden question. But eventually, he nodded to himself in self-introspection.

       “Well, honestly. I think I like everything about you. Superficial stuff first. You’re beautiful. I have a thing for redheads. I also dig the pixie cut. You’re stunning and you’re fit. Look killer in a swimsuit,” he said as she giggled softly at his enthusiasm. “But that’s kinda only like, twenty percent, of why I like you.”

       She looked back at him, more interested in what he had to say.

       “Well, the rest of the eighty percent is more on, I love the way that you are so able to be friends with people. Even the connections that you’re able to form with people is so good for our business. But it’s not just the business. There’s just something about the confidence you have with yourself and with what you believe in that strikes me. I remember when you told me that you don’t want to be just… some maiden. And you cried. Because you knew that you wanted to be better, and you wanted that so badly. I like that about you. The way you try so hard to succeed. The way you work at something until you make things work. The determination and the drive. I fell in love with the fact that you’re unstoppable. No matter what anyone says, you’re unstoppable.”

       She looked at Max in the eyes, as she leaned in. Max met her halfway. They shared in a kiss under the moonlight in front of an empty beach. It was nothing else but the sensation of each other’s lips that ran through their heads. Not the sound of the crashing waves. Not the whistle of the wind. Not the chirps of the crickets. At this moment, it was only the kiss between two sweethearts that mattered. When she finally pulled away, she kept her eyes locked on his.

“Max… Will you be my boyfriend?”

Max was stunned. He had wanted this to happen for so long, but he wasn’t it expecting it to be this abrupt. Nor was he expecting to be the one to be proposed to. Nevertheless, he smiled at her.

“This is some role reversal, Jules,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Well… I’m unstoppable aren’t I?”

“You sure are… Yes, I will,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her again.

It was a few sweet moments before they decided to head back to the room. Before that, however, Jules playfully whispered in Max’s ear.

“If you play your cards right, maybe we could have a redo of what happened last night,” she said as she walked ahead after giving him a coy wink.

Something told Max from that reaction, that they were probably not going to get any sleep that night.