Chapter 2: Building Tension
I had the most embarrassing moment in front of Evan, and I just couldn't drink that soda straight from the bottle, knowing what it would look like, knowing that bottle represented Evan's, penis. I just couldn't.
Oh god, how did I not notice? Evan moved to the VCR and put in a new movie, he was only in his underwear, these tiny briefs, I have panties larger that what he was wearing. Just as I was admiring his muscular and tight ass, the glow from the street lights flashed, and I saw the scratches on his back, obvious signs of the passion lovemaking he and Lena must have shared, his body was so well defined, like the romantic men in the romance novels I read before bed.
I felt a sudden surge of desire, I wanted to touch him, to feel his muscles tense under my fingertips, to know what it feels like to have him inside me, filling me completely. I was no longer the shy naive girl I was just a few hours ago.
Suddenly, he turned around, and I quickly looked away, my heart pounding in my chest. He walked towards me, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew I was in trouble. I wanted him, and I was sure he could see it in my eyes.
It was just a staring contest, watching him watch me, I could feel my breasts heaving from breathing heavy, I could feel my skin grow hot, as if the desire in his eyes was setting me on fire. And then, a moment later, I lost the contest and my eyes drifted down that hard body, down to his crotch, and I saw what I was doing to him, and that bulge in his underwear was getting bigger, and bigger, straining to escape.
I froze in fear as Evan walked towards me, his hazel eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I shivered, my breath hitching in my throat. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, tentative touch that sent a jolt of electricity through me.
"Alice," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "I want to show you something. I want to teach you."
I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded, my eyes locked with his.
Evan smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down my spine. He took my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine, and led me to Lena's bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the streetlights outside, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
Evan turned to face me, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. "Alice," he started, his voice low and husky, "I want to show you what it's like to be with a real man.
"Lena has told me that you practice fellatio on a plastic dildo, and you want to learn how to please a man.
I want to teach you how to please me, and in turn, I'll show you how to please yourself."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should walk away, but my feet refused to move. I was drawn to him, to the promise of pleasure in his eyes, to the heat radiating from his body.
Evan's hands moved from my face, trailing down my neck, my shoulders, my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He reached the hem of my shirt and paused, his eyes seeking permission.
I nodded, my breath shallow. He slipped his hands underneath, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending electric shocks through me. He lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it aside, leaving me in my simple white bra. His gaze traveled down my body, lingering on my breasts, my stomach, my hips, before meeting my eyes again.
"Fuck, Alice," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're beautiful."
I blushed at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. He reached behind me, unhooking my bra with ease, his knuckles brushing against my back.
The bra fell away, leaving my breasts bare to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened as he took in my hardened nipples, and he let out a low growl. "You're fucking perfect."
He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them gently.
I could feel the wetness between my legs, my panties soaked with my arousal. I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his mouth on me.
Evan pulled back, his hands trailing down my sides, my hips, my thighs, until he reached the hem of my skirt. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with lust. "Say yes Alice, give yourself permission, Alice," he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my thighs.
Evan watched me, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my pussy, making me gasp. He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face.
"God, Alice, you're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers slipping inside me, making me moan. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you with my fingers, to make you come all over my hand?"
I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps.
Evan's fingers moved in and out of me, his thumb pressing against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tensing, my breath hitching.
"Come for me, Alice," Evan growled, his eyes locked with mine. "Let me feel you come all over my hand."
His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm hit me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. Evan's fingers continued to move inside me, drawing out my orgasm, making it last longer than I thought possible.
I could feel my juices coating his hand, making his movements slick and smooth. He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.
When my body finally stopped shaking, Evan pulled back, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "God, Alice, you taste fucking amazing," he growled, licking his fingers clean. "I can't wait to taste more of you."
He pushed me back onto the bed, his body following mine, his lips never leaving mine.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands reaching for his underwear, wanting to feel more of him.
Evan chuckled, breaking the kiss. "Patience, Alice," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "We have all night."
He leaned back, his eyes roaming over my body, a predator assessing its prey. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, his fingers wrapping around them tightly. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.
Everything was just too much, I couldn't help but feel so grateful that Evan was doing everything, I was quickly learning that allowing a man to pleasure me gave him pleasure as well, and I wanted Evan to feel good too.
He released my wrists, his hands trailing down my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties, his eyes meeting mine, seeking permission.
I nodded, my breath shallow, my heart pounding in my chest. I lifted my legs as he slowly pulled panties, his knuckles brushing against my skin, sending electric shocks through me. He tossed the panties aside, leaving me completely naked, vulnerable, exposed.
Evan's gaze traveled down my body, lingering on my pussy, making me squirm.
He let out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, Alice, you're soaking wet. You want this, don't you? You want me to lick your pussy, to make you come with my tongue?"
I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. I had men talk to me like this at work, but this was a far different situation, I found myself loving it. I nodded, my voice barely a whisper.
"Anything Evan, please." I spoke in barely a whisper.
Evan's eyes flashed with triumph, and he wasted no time. He lowered himself between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, and I shivered in anticipation.
"Fuck, Alice, you smell amazing," he growled, his fingers spreading my lips apart, exposing my clit to the cool air. I gasped, my hips bucking slightly. "You like that, don't you?
You like me looking at your pretty little pussy," Evan said, his voice a low rumble. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes never leaving my pussy. "Now, let's see if you taste as good as you look."
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking me from my entrance to my clit, making me gasp. "Fuck, Alice, you taste incredible," he growled, his eyes flashing with lust.
His tongue dove back in, lapping at my wetness, making me moan and arch my back. He chuckled, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. "You like that, don't you? You like me eating your pussy."
I could only moan in response, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me. Evan's tongue was magic, swirling around my clit, dipping inside me, driving me wild. He groaned, the sound sending a thrill through me. "You're so fucking wet, Alice.
I can't wait to slide my cock into this tight little pussy," Evan growled, his voice thick with desire. I could feel his breath on my sensitive flesh, and I shivered in anticipation. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry. "Tell me what you want, Alice. Tell me to fuck you." I had never been so bold, so brazen. But with Evan, everything felt different. I felt empowered, desired. I wanted to give him what he wanted, what we both wanted.
What? Wait? Sex? With my best friend's boyfriend? I wanted to say yes so badly, just so his tongue would make me cum one more time.
But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't betray Lena like that. I couldn't be the reason she lost the man she loved.
"Evan, stop," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "We can't do this. Lena-"
"Fuck Lena," Evan growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "She doesn't deserve me. She doesn't appreciate me like you do." He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. "You want this, Alice. I can see it in your eyes.
You want this just as much as I do. You want me to fuck you, Alice. Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you." His voice was a low growl, his eyes burning into mine, challenging me, daring me to deny it.
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should say no, that this was wrong, that Lena would be hurt. But my body betrayed me, my mouth opening before I could stop it. "Yes, Evan.
I finally came to my senses and sat up as fast as I could, at the very moment Evan unfurled his manhood, I only had to move my head ever so slightly to kiss the tip, the smell was intoxicating, my body wanted to say yes but, perhaps instead of saying no and rejecting Evan, I extended my tongue and brought a hand to his shaft to took the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He was rock hard, and I could feel the veins pulsing against my tongue. I could feel the pre-cum leaking out, and I swallowed it eagerly, savoring the salty taste. I looked up at him, my eyes watering slightly from the size of him, and I saw the raw desire in his eyes.
He wanted this, he wanted me, and I couldn't believe it. I took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly. Evan's hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, helping me take him deeper. "That's it, Alice," he groaned, his hips thrusting slightly. "Take my cock like a good girl."
I could feel my pussy throbbing, my own desire building as I sucked him off. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, and I wanted more.
My mouth was already straining to keep the head of his cock in my mouth, I kept pressure with my tongue. I couldn't remember if I was suppose to bob with my neck or my back. But for sure, I remembered seeing other women giving blowjobs in the bathroom at work, about how guys like to fuck a woman's mouth and Evan was far too big to do that to me. I raise both hands to stroke his shaft and keep him from trying and making me choke.
My left hand moves up and down, while my right hand cups his balls, gently massaging them. I can feel them tighten in my hand. I look up at him, our eyes meet, and I can see the raw desire in his. "Fuck, Alice. That feels so good," he groans. I smile around his cock, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat again. I relax my muscles, allowing him to slide in further. I can feel my eyes watering, but I don't stop.
I want to make him feel good, and I want to push myself, to see how much I can take. Evan's hands tighten in my hair, guiding me, encouraging me. "That's it, Alice. Take it like a good girl. Show me how much you can take."
I can feel my pussy throbbing, my own desire building as I continue to suck him off. I can taste more of his pre-cum, and I love it. I want more. I want to make him come. I want to taste him.
I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying giving a man pleasure with my mouth, if Evan wasn't so big, if he was more average in size, I could absolutely see myself masturbating while giving head.
I was feeling good about myself, my very first blowjob and Evan was moaning, his hips rocking and meeting my mouth. My mouth was stretched out like a python and I wondered how much more I could last. Yes, my mouth needed a short break and I needed to breath. It was time to lick that cock. Oh god, how did I know so much about blowjobs?
I've never done this before, but my body seemed to know exactly what to do. I could feel Evan's cock throbbing in my mouth, his pre-cum leaking out, sliding down my throat. I could feel my own pussy throbbing in response, my arousal building with every moan that escaped Evan's lips.
I pulled back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft pop. I looked up at him, my eyes watering, my lips swollen. "Fuck, Alice," he groaned, his chest heaving.
"That was... fuck, that was amazing." His eyes were dark with desire, his cock still rock hard in my hand. I smiled up at him, licking my lips, tasting him. "I want more, Evan," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I want to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth."
Evan only replied with a growl, something felt off, I was doing everything I knew and doing things I didn't. I took him back into my mouth, I had to make him cum now or something else would happen, something more.
I didn't want to admit it, but I was afraid of what he might do next. I was so inexperienced, and he was so... big. I didn't want to be hurt. I wanted to please him, but I was scared.
I started to bob my head, my mouth moving up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the head. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole.
"Fuck, Alice, yes," he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair. "Just like that.
With an even more beastly growl, Evan backed away, leaving my mouth gaping open, his strong arms pushed back down onto the bed, my breasts bounced and jiggled and I felt his grip again, pulling my waist to the edge of the bed. I would have somersaulted as he threw my legs up above my head.
I quickly reviewed our conversations, when did I consent to go further? I only moaned when Evan asked to fuck me.