Eva

This story takes quite a while to get to the sexual content. It’s a pretty long set up. I hope those who stick with it will find it interesting. Thanks loyal readers!

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When I was back in high school, senior year, March 1979, I started dating the class brain. She wasn’t someone I sought out because outwardly she was not the type I would usually ask out. Eva was kind of mousy, with long brown hair and big plastic glasses. She seemed like she might have a nice body under layers of clothes, but it was hard to tell for certain. She was also the quiet type, without many friends. So no one knew a lot about her, except she was neck and neck with Elizabeth Chen to be the class valedictorian. Third place was too far behind to be a factor.

Not that I was a class stud. I did ok, I’d gotten laid by a few different girls, but no one I was head over heels about. I dated a few girls but never got all that serious with anyone. I was fairly good looking, with dark brown hair and eyes, a 70s mustache and longer than now acceptable hair. Stocky but not fat. I was on the wrestling team and played softball and football with friends. Good grades and excellent SATs, so I was no dummy myself. In March of my senior year, in 1979, I made the decision to go to Binghamton, in the State of NY college system, a tough school. I hoped I was up to it.

After classes one day in mid-March, I was walking down the hall with my friend Mike (sorry, I’m Jon) on our way to the Student Government office (he was class VP, and I was a ‘delegate’) when we saw Eva sitting on the floor against the tiled wall, red in the face, a picture of frustration. Now, I didn’t KNOW Eva, but I knew her, casually. We went to Hebrew school together from age 8-13 and we went to public school from 7th grade on. So we knew each other a long time, but it was more of an acquaintance than anything. We never had a conversation that I could remember.

As I walked by I said “Hey, Eva, are you all right? Anything I can help you with?” Mike looked at me with a ‘what the hell’ expression and I just shrugged my shoulders.

She answered “No, you can’t help, but thanks for asking.” I indicated to Mike he should just keep going and I’d catch up with him later.

I sat on the tiles a few inches away from her, put my books down and said “You can talk about whatever is bothering you if you like. I’m a pretty good listener.”

“Do you really care, Jon? We know each other almost 10 years and you’ve never said five words to me at once. Why now?”

“Eva, if you want me to go, I can do that. I just thought you looked upset and like you could do with someone to talk to.” I got up and started to walk towards the SG room.

“Jon, wait. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so rude. Please, sit down? I really am sorry.” I turned back and sat back down.

“You’re not wrong, Eva. We never have shared more than a few words in all these years. But forget that. You can tell me what’s wrong if you want. Or I can just keep you company.” Looking through her glasses, she really did have nice soft blue eyes. Her cheekbones were high. She was cute at the least, and maybe more with a little makeup or a different haircut. Something. Maybe she just needed a reason to smile.

“I have few friends here, and none who are very close. I have a cousin I’m close to, but she’s not convenient; she lives in Chicago, and a couple of close friends from years of going to sleepaway camp, both as a camper and a counselor. I get together with some of them when I go out, but no one that close here.” She blew our her breath, a frustrated gesture. “I found out Elizabeth will be the valedictorian. I get the booby prize, salutatorian. Big deal.”

“I’m sorry, Eva, really. I can only imagine how disappointed you must be. But think of it this way. Over 300 of your classmates wish they could be in your position. At least most of them would. I sure as hell would.”

“No you wouldn’t. You have plenty of friends, you’re popular. I’d trade my second place to have some good friends here.”

“Yeah, but would you trade first place?” I said with a smile.

She smiled back at me, the first real smile I had ever seen her give. “Probably not. I’m competitive as hell.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being competitive. I’m that way when I wrestle. But unlike you, I’m mediocre at it. I win some, I lose some. That’s ok; it’s not like it’s going to be a career choice. Binghamton doesn’t even have a wrestling program.”

“You’re going to Binghamton? So am I!” she said with a sense of pleasant surprise.

“How about that? We’ll have at least one person we’ll each know there. We can be each others support system.”

Eva smiled wider. It did wonders for her appearance. Her teeth were white and perfectly even. Her cheekbones were even more pronounced when she smiled. But her hair….

“Eva, do you mind if I touch your hair? Just your hair. I’m not getting fresh with you.” She looked a little bit wary, but she said ok, so I reached over and gathered her hair and pulled it back behind her. It showed her face in full and the effect was amazing. Then I asked her to take off her glasses and when she did, my heart jumped. Her eyes were gorgeous and with her face less hidden, she was beautiful. “Eva, do you have a mirror of any kind in your purse? You should see what I see right now.”

I let go of her hair while she rooted around in her bag and came out with a small mirror. I pulled her hair back again and Eva looked at herself in the mirror. It must have been the first time she saw herself like that because her eyes widened, like she was stunned with her appearance. “Oh my god….” She turned her face from side to side, not all the way, but enough so she could see herself in profile, then again straight on. “That’s me? That’s me.”

“That’s you” I confirmed. “A change in your hairstyle and maybe some contact lenses or a more modern pair of glasses and you’re beautiful.” But I noticed something else. I dropped her hair to her normal style and I guided her hand to put her glasses back on. “You’re beautiful like this too. I just never saw it before. I never paid attention, and I’m sorry for that.”

Eva had a skeptical look on her face. “I’m not beautiful like this, Jon. I know I’m kind of plain.”

“No way. I’m not kidding. Talking to you like this, finding out you’re a real person,” I said in a clearly humorous way, “you’re lovely. Change your look or not, you’re very attractive either way. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you had to change to be beautiful. You don’t have to. Just be comfortable with who you are.”

I could tell Eva wasn’t sure what to make of what I was saying. She must have had no, or at least little experience with guys. “You’re not screwing with me, are you, Jon? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“Scout’s honor. I just wasn’t looking before. And that was a mistake. Would you like to go out this weekend? Friday or Saturday? Just you and me.”

“A date? Like to a movie?”

“A date, yes. But not a movie. We don’t know each other well enough to sit quietly through a movie on our first date. Do you like Italian food and beer?”

“I do, but I prefer wine. And I’d like to go with you. Friday night.”

“Done. Pick you up at 7? I know your street but not your address.” She wrote it down for me and we had a date for Friday.

That was on Tuesday. I had to go to work at my part time job at a printer shop on Wednesday and Thursday from 3-6:30, as well as Saturdays from 11-5 to put the money in my pocket that made it possible to have a date on the weekend and do other social things with friends. I liked the job well enough, the owner and his wife were decent people and the 8 full time workers there were nice as well.

Friday afternoon I showered and shaved, dressed in neat pair of jeans and a nice gold and red sweater and brown shoes. My kid sister, Camilla, all of 12, giggled as she watched me in front of the bathroom mirror, making sure my mustache was even and putting on cologne. “She must be really pretty if you’re going to all that trouble. What’s her name, Jon? Tell me!” she whined. My sister was adorable, bright, and sometimes a total pain in the ass. Good thing I loved her dearly.

“If you must know” I said while concentrating on the hairs above my lip, “her name is Eva. And yes, I think she’s very pretty.”

“She’s very pretty and she’s going out with YOU?” Another giggle. The kid loved breaking my balls.

“That’s right. Maybe if you’re lucky when you’re old enough, some guy will think you’re pretty enough to ask out. Like when your 65.”

Camilla knew I was messing with her but she got a big pout on her face and stormed off like I hurt her feelings. I didn’t and we both knew it. We had our roles to play in the family. She was about four years from being old enough for our parents to let her date.

I put on a light coat at 6:45 and grabbed my keys to my ’74 Ford and said goodbye to my parents, telling them I’d be home by 1. I got in my car and by the time I got to Eva’s address, it was just a few minutes to 7. Right on time.

I rang the bell and a man who was obviously her father answered the door. “Hi, Mr. Glazer? I’m Jon Grossman. I guess you know I’m here to pick up Eva.”

“Sure, come on in, sit down. She’s not quite ready yet. You know how that goes” he said with a chuckle. I liked him right from the go.

Two 14 year old boys that were obviously her twin brothers were lying on the floor in the living room watching tv and barely paid me any attention. Her mother came out of the kitchen and came over to meet me. “Hi, Jon, I’m Phyllis and you met my husband, Harold. Those two brats over there are Walt and Will.”

“We’re not brats, mom. We’re just busy” one of them said.

“Too busy to be polite to a guest?” I liked Eva’s whole family. They reminded me of my own in a lot of ways. While we waited her parents asked me questions, nothing too personal but enough so they knew I had a part time job, I was smart if not a genius like their daughter, a couple of things about my parents. It was getting to be 7:15 and, while I had been kept waiting by dates at times, this was getting to be pretty late, especially for a casual date. A couple of minutes later Eva finally came downstairs and I tell you, she looked good. I mean it. Good. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail that showed off her face with light makeup. No glasses, so she was either using contacts or she was going to have a little trouble seeing clearly. She was wearing a dark green silk blouse and designer jeans, Calvin Klein, which were all the rage with girls of the day with the Brooke Shields very sexy ad campaign. The jeans fit her like a glove, like they were spray painted on. I’m telling you, she looked GOOD. She sure as hell never dressed at school like that.

I stood up and said “Hey Eva, you look great! Really. Are you wearing contacts?”

“Yes. I’ve had them for years, but only wear them on special occasions.” So she thought of this as a special occasion. Good, so did I. I helped her on with her coat, including holding her ponytail up. She told her parents she wouldn’t be too late, whatever that meant specifically and we left. I opened the car door for her and Eva smiled her approval.

We talked kind of nervously on our way to a local Italian restaurant. The place, called Marco’s, was nothing to look at from the outside. It looked like a neighborhood bar below a private residence on the bottom on a mostly residential street and it was, with about a dozen tables in the back in a cheaply decorated room with checkered tablecloths. But the food was amazing, and it was very inexpensive. Perfect for a high school student on a budget.

Eva never heard of it before and looked at me like I was out of my mind before we went inside. She thought I was taking her to a dive bar, but it was a dive restaurant. It was busy, always a good sign, and we had to wait about 15 minutes for a table. I asked her whether she preferred white or red wine and I ordered a carafe of the house red. I asked if she liked chicken and when she said yes, I told her to forget the menu, that the chicken cacciatore was the best anywhere. It took 45 minutes to prepare. She trusted me and I ordered it for both of us with ziti.

While we waited, we drank, slowly, so as not to get more than a light buzz and we talked and we had a very good time. We learned a lot about each other. We both liked 60s and 70s rock music and we both hated disco. We both liked to read books beyond what school assigned. She didn’t care much for sports in general, but she liked baseball. She was a Mets fan, the local team in Queens, but I was a Yankees fan. We filled in the time while we waited for our dinners.

“I’ve never let anyone order my food for me, not since I was little. Then again,” she said with open honesty, “this is only the second date I’ve ever been on. And the first one was two years ago.” She kept my gaze, those very lovely blue eyes locked on my brown eyes. Eva wasn’t easily embarrassed.

I was pretty sure she didn’t date much, though one date a couple of years ago did surprise me. “Who was that date back then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A friend of my family. My family and his are close friends and I’ve known Steven almost all my life. He’s nice, but I’m not exactly attracted to him. I went just to be able to say I’ve had a date in my life. And now I’ve had two.”

“Are you attracted to me?” I asked both jokingly and curiously.

She rested her chin on the back of both hands. “What do you think? Am I out with you just to have a date or am I attracted to you?” She gave me a smile that gave away the answer…..I hoped.

“I think you find me attractive. At least I hope you do. Otherwise why would you have accepted?”

“Maybe I liked how you talked to me when I was feeling down. Maybe I think you’re funny. And honestly, I do think you’re a good looking man. As for you, we already know you found me attractive. Why else did you want to ask me out?” Eva kept her eyes on me. I could tell she had a powerful bullshit detector built into her brain. The truth was my best bet. It almost always is.

“Well, you know when I got a good look at you, I thought you were beautiful and I still do. I also liked you when we started talking. You have a sharp sense of humor. And you’re so smart, obviously. I like that in a woman. I know a lot of guys find that intimidating or a turn off. But not me. I like a woman to be who she is. And I prefer smart over average. I don’t like dumb people in any way. So you had a lot going for you. Not that I’m God’s gift to women.”

Eva was about to ask me another question when our food arrived. Two big plates of a half chicken cut up, lightly breaded and sauteed in a pan before it was cooked in the oven with onions, peas and a lot of a thick tomato sauce served on a bed of ziti. I waited while she tried her dinner and Eva loved it, as I expected.

“This is fantastic, Jon! Really delicious! Where did you find this place?”

“A friend of mine…my friend Mike, you saw me walking with him the other day…. brought me and another friend, Gil, here and I’ve been coming ever since.”

“Ever bring other women here?” Eva gave me a fun grin; it didn’t matter to her either way.

“I have. Twice before. The food is great, it’s not expensive, and it’s small, so not too noisy so it’s easy to talk in here.” We kept talking while we ate, learning little things about each other, nothing too intense. We took our time and it was almost 9 when we finished eating. After the plates were taken away I asked her if she wanted coffee and dessert.

“No dessert. I couldn’t eat another bite! But coffee would be fine. Decaf.”

I ordered decaf for her and tea for myself, and after it was served, we sat quietly for a couple of minutes. It was a comfortable silence; we both were having a nice evening. After a few minutes Eva asked me “Jon, why did you ask me out? Really. You’ve seen me around for years, we’ve shared some classes, including now, seen me in the halls. We barely said hello to each other. Why now?” She looked at me over the rim of her cup as she sipped.

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Again, the truth was my best bet. It almost always is, in almost every situation. “Eva, it’s pretty much as I told you before. When we were talking, I found you interesting. I said I don’t like dumb people. Smart doesn’t intimidate me. And then when we were up close, I noticed how pretty you really are, even with your glasses and hair down. But when I pulled your hair back, my heart skipped a beat. I haven’t been that drawn to a girl, maybe ever. And I’m not screwing with you, as you asked the other day. Shame on me for not noticing you like this before. Shame on all the guys who ignored you all this time.”

Eva put her cup down and looked down at the table. “As you can guess, I’m not used to anyone talking to me this way. I never even had close girlfriends. Even they get intimidated by a smart girl. So I’m a little uncomfortable hearing all those compliments from you. Like maybe you’re just saying all these nice things so I’ll have sex with you, like a conquest. Something you can brag about.”

“Hey, Eva, look at me, please.” She looked up and into my face. “I’m not going to say guys don’t do that, because they do. Some guys, not all. I don’t. I’ve never been serious with a girl, because I can’t seem to find the right girl. I’ll be honest with you from the start. I’ve had sex with a few girls. And I’m assuming you’re a virgin, from what you’ve said about one date with a guy you weren’t really into. I’m having a very good time with you tonight. I’m going to ask to see you again. Hopefully again and again. And I promise, nothing will happen between us until and unless you’re ready and want it to happen. No pressure, no pushing. I promise. Besides, our date isn’t over tonight.”

“That’s a lot to take in, Jon. I was hoping you’d ask me out again because I’m having a good time tonight as well, though I have nothing to compare to. But I don’t need to compare. I’m just having a nice time with a nice guy.” She smiled widely and her face lit a small fire inside me. “Since you’re being so honest with me, more honest than I would have expected, I’ll be honest too. Yes, I’m a virgin. I haven’t exactly had a lot of opportunities, you know? I have no idea when that will change. Not tonight” she said with another smile. “And I appreciate when you say there won’t be any pressure. I hope you can keep to that. Who knows what will happen and when. You also said our date isn’t over tonight. What else did you have in mind?”

“Would you like to go hear some live music? There’s a couple of good clubs nearby. Small places and they have live bands most nights. Are you interested?”

“Sure. I’ve never been before. Let me just go to the Ladies room.”

Eva got up and I took care of the check. When she came out I helped her on with her coat again, something she appreciated, and we went to a club called Poet’s Corner. It was just a couple of blocks from our high school, so she had heard of it. We got carded at the door and went in to the blaring sound of rock and roll. It was still early yet, about 10, so it wasn’t crowded and the music was recorded, but it would change by 11, so we were there right in time. I asked her what she wanted to drink and Eva said “What do YOU want to drink? This is on me.”

“Come on, Eva. I asked you out. It’s my treat.”

“You bought dinner. I can buy the drinks. I want to.”

I’d never had a date treat me on anything before, including girls I had been out with a few times. I appreciated what Eva was doing. She wasn’t a selfish woman in any way. So I told her I’d have a bottle of Beck’s beer and she treated, getting herself a gin and tonic. We found a table not too close to the band, which would be better for our ears, and we talked while we drank. I reached across the table and took her hand and Eva held my fingers in hers. Her hand was soft and slender, a very feminine hand and her grasp was very inviting. When the band came on a little before 11, the dance floor filled with couples dancing to songs of the Beatles, Bruce Springsteen and others, and I invited her to dance with me.

“Jon, I don’t know how to dance. Except at weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.” I laughed, not at her, but to put her at ease.

“I’m not big on it myself. I bet you’ll find it’s easier than you think.” I held out my hand and she somewhat reluctantly followed me to the floor. I was right; it took a couple of tries but she found a rhythm to move her feet and body and soon we were having a great time dancing together. Her petite body was very lithe (Eva was 5’2″ and slender with small breasts) and she naturally enjoyed herself. When a slower song came up and couples moved closer together, holding each other, she looked a little unsure. I stepped closer to her and held her hips in my hands. She put hers on my shoulders and we looked at each other while we shuffled to the songs. Her eyes and her whole face sparkled from the mirror ball turning and reflecting light all over her face. She saw that other women held their partners around their necks and Eva moved a little closer so she could do that to me. There was a significant height difference for us (I’m 6′) and even with the three inch heels she wore, she had to bend her neck back a ways to look into my face. I saw such incredible beauty on hers and her body, close up against mine, was thrilling. My heart felt like it was skipping every other beat. I had to kiss her and I did, right there on the dance floor.

I pecked at her lips first and Eva didn’t back away. Instead I saw desire on her face after and I kissed her again, this time a soft kiss that lasted and lingered, I could taste a trace of lipstick and I got a strong whiff of whatever perfume she wore. In the club that was as far as I went, closed lips kisses, but they were great. I would never have believed she didn’t kiss a man before.

When the song was over and we all applauded the band, I asked Eva if she wanted to leave. She nervously nodded her head in agreement. We got our coats and her purse and we went to my car. I drove a few blocks to a quiet street. It was a little after 12 now. I had told my parents I’d be home by 1, but I didn’t have a curfew. They knew I was on a date and coming home later was possible. But if they didn’t know where I was, I really had to be home by 2.

I asked Eva “Do you mind if we park and talk a while? Do you have to be home at a certain time?”

“We have time. I can stay until 2 or so. And you just want to talk? I was hoping for a little more than just talk” she said, blatantly flirting with me. I slid across my wide bench seat and we held each other tight as our lips met again, But this time my tongue teased her lips and they parted, bringing me in. We explored each others mouths, our tongues teased each other, back and forth, as our arms held each other tight. I didn’t try to feel her up because that may have gone against what I had told her earlier about not pushing her. But after about 10 minutes or so I had to try and see where the line was. So my hands started roaming over her back and Eva’s did the same to me. Then I reached for her butt and again, there was no protest and there was reciprocity as she squeezed my cheeks with her small hands. When I tried to touch her breasts she brushed my hand away, but she didn’t break our kiss. I now knew where the line was and I respected it.

We made out like that for over an hour. Whenever we paused we were both breathing very hard from lust. I could see that desire in her eyes but this was our first date and Eva needed to take it slow. The only problem was I was hard like never before and I actually ached in my groin. But I didn’t tell her that; that would be pressuring her and I promised I wouldn’t do that. As brutally uncomfortable as it was.

By then it was 1:30 and I had to take her home. If I had known we were going to have such a good time, I would have told my parents a later time. I had stayed out later, as late as 4AM, but I told them 1. So 2 was pushing it.

When we got to her house we kissed again, not as aggressively, but definitely wanting more. “Jon, I had the best night I’ve ever had. I hope you call me over the weekend. I want see you again. And again. Not just in school, though that will be nice too. Just tell me one thing: in school are you going to ignore me or are you going to treat me like a friend?”

“I was planning to treat you as more than a friend. I have no problem if people know we’ve gone out and will keep going out. I want you to get to know some of my friends. Eva, do you mind if we talk about this Sunday on the phone? I have to work tomorrow and I need to get some rest.” And some relief, I didn’t say.

“I’m sorry, I forgot you told me you work tomorrow. Go, get some sleep. Call me Sunday afternoon. I’ll be home.” She was smiling a sweet and warm smile.

I kissed her once more, tender and caring. Even a little bit loving. Normally I would have walked her to her door, but I couldn’t exactly stand up easily at the moment. So I watched her as she walked up the path to her door, she waved goodnight and I then drove home. I needn’t have worried about my parents; they were sound asleep. I got into a pair of shorts, got onto my bed and pulled out my cock and jerked off quickly, thinking of how great Eva felt in my arms and on my lips and I came very fast. It wasn’t like I needed to tease myself. I needed to get off as quick as possible. When I came, I was covered in my semen, all over my hand and my tummy. It relieved my problem, but it would have been so much better if Eva had done it for me. Sometime soon, I hoped.

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Saturday morning I got up at 8, not easy under the circumstances, and did my daily sets of sit ups and push ups and other exercises to keep my body solid. Wrestling season still had three more matches over the next two weeks and I wanted to win all three of my matches if possible. I ate kind of heavy the night before and needed to burn off some weight before work at 11. I hopped into the shower and met my parents down in the kitchen. Camilla was out early at a friends. I had to be at work in 40 minutes, giving us about 20 to talk.

“Good morning, Jon” mom said, kissing my head. “How was your date last night with…..Eva?”

“Yeah, mom, Eva. It was great. I like her a lot. We had a nice time at dinner, then we went for a drink and we danced to some live music.” The rest was none of their business.

My dad said “So I suppose you’re going to see her again?”

“Oh yeah. We already talked about that. I told her I’d call her tomorrow afternoon. Work today, and a bunch of us are hanging out at Richie’s tonight. Nothing special, just chilling.”

Dad asked “Are there going to be girls there? Or just guys?”

“I don’t know. It’s nothing special as I said. Just hanging with my friends.”

“I’m just thinking if you really like this girl, and there will be boys and girls, maybe you should invite Eva along.”

“Dad, don’t push things. I have no idea what’s going on there tonight and besides, as much as I like her, I don’t want to rush things. Let me take it easy with her.”

“OK, enough said.” I ate a light breakfast and went to work. That night at Richie’s and there were girls as well, mostly friends, a few who were part of couples with some of my friends. It was mellow, a couple of joints were passed around. And I found that I was thinking about Eva a lot. At least twice someone had to get my attention when my mind wandered as I thought about her. Shit, I was really into her. I missed her.

Thinking about it made sleep difficult that night, even with the hits off the joints. I tossed and turned for at least an hour, trying to think about how close I wanted to get to Eva. A week before I barely knew her as a person, and now, after one single (great) date, I wanted to be a lot closer to her. I knew it in my bones; she was someone special. And I didn’t have to worry about getting too close and then being separated: we were going to the same college in the Fall.

I still wondered when I called her the next afternoon. After exchanging pleasantries and some light conversation, I brought up what was on my mind. “Eva, I feel a little guilty. Last night I went to…well, not a party…but a bunch of friends got together and hung out. And I found myself missing you, like I felt bad I didn’t invite you along.”

She chuckled briefly. “Jon, we went out on one date so far. One terrific date, I grant you” she said with a smile I could hear “but it was one date. So far. Not that I would mind meeting your friends.

You don’t owe me anything. So don’t sweat it. But you’re very sweet to feel that way. What did you do at the ‘gathering’?” she said lightly.

“We just bullshitted around, listened to some music, passed some weed around. The couples got a little privacy. Really no big deal.”

“I’ve never tried weed before. I guess you like it?”

“On the weekend. Never during the week, never when I’m driving. Eva, would you like to go to a movie one night during the week? I assume you don’t study all the time.”

“I guess that’s the reputation I have, a bookworm. It’s frustrating. And yes, I’d like to go to the movies with you one night. Which night? I can make it tomorrow or Wednesday or Thursday.”

“How about tomorrow then? Would you like to see Hair?”

“Sounds good to me. But not late; it’s a school night.”

“Yeah, for me too” I said with a laugh, and Eva laughed with me. She had a nice laugh. “How about I pick you up at six? We can grab a couple of burgers first. I’ll have you home by 11.”

So we set our second date, hamburgers and a movie. We went to a local diner, a few minutes away from the movie theater, where the movie started at 7:30. Plenty of time.

When I ran into Eva at school Monday morning, she still was dressed like she always did, the baggier jeans or slacks and loose fitting tops that hid her upper body. But no glasses and her hair was pulled back like the other night. And she applied light makeup. Her bright, soft blue eyes shone like gems. “Do you like me better this way?”

“Do I like you better what way?” I said, picking on her and at first Eva thought I was serious, like I didn’t notice. Then she saw the smile on my face and Eva lit up and laughed with me. We touched hands discretely but we didn’t kiss. We weren’t ready to be that open in front of the school grapevine yet . We knew, and we knew we were growing together. That was all that mattered. Then the bell rang for first period; I would see her for fourth and fifth periods, in AP History and English, respectively. She was in all AP classes and was likely to get 5 college credits from each one. That was 25 credits before she even got to college. I was likely to get 8-10. “I’ll see you fourth period.” We smiled, squeezed each other fingers, and went on our ways to class.

My friend Mike, whom I had been close with for years, came up to me before second period started and said “So Jon, what did you say to Eva the other day? She looks radically different today.”

“What makes you think I had something to do with her new look?”

“Don’t think I’m an idiot just because I’m not in any AP classes. You talked to her all afternoon. Don’t deny it; you never showed up to the student government meeting. And the way you were smiling at each other. Did you go out somewhere Friday night? Come on, man. Talk.”

I knew I had to tell him. I was a lousy liar. “OK, we went out Friday night, dinner and a little dancing. We had a great time. We’re going out tonight as well. And hopefully Saturday. I like her. She’s so much more than just a brain. She’s funny, she has a good heart and if you take a good look at her, you see she’s beautiful. She didn’t have to get rid of the glasses or change her hair. She’s still stunning either way.”

Mike said “Hey, if you’re into her and she likes you, it’s all good. Have fun with her tonight.” He gave me a wink and a smile. I knew what he was thinking.

When I picked her up that night, Eva was ready, so we were able to get going right away. We talked through dinner like we’d been together for a long time. It was so easy talking to her. I was kicking myself for not noticing her much sooner. She was warm, funny and sharp as a razor blade.

We got in the car and before we drove to the movie, I turned and kissed her, a soft kiss that caught her by surprise but was enthusiastically returned. We didn’t go beyond a couple of those kisses because we wanted to go to the movie. But her lips were soft and sweet. For a girl who hadn’t kissed much, if at all, she had a lot of natural talent.

Eva insisted on buying the popcorn and a soft drink, both to share. I tried to pay but she wouldn’t hear of it. “You bought dinner and the tickets. I want to do this, please, Jon.” I didn’t want to argue with her and besides, I appreciated her paying a part of the way. I wasn’t exactly swimming in money.

We sat near the back of the theater where there were plenty of empty seats. The movie had been out for about two weeks and was a hit, but it was a week night and the crowd was fairly light, so we had a lot of empty seats around us. I had my arm around her and she cuddled up against me as the movie started. We fit very comfortably together, though there was that arm of the seat between us.

We paid close attention through the first third of the film, the story of a draftee from Oklahoma who stops off in New York City for a few days of fun before reporting for service. There he meets a group of hippies, takes some drugs (including an intense LSD trip), gets arrested and falls in love with a rich, classy girl. After that we weren’t sure about what happened because we were making out like we discovered kissing. It started with just a couple of light kisses every few minutes but it quickly became an all out make out session. I even reached tentatively for her breast, over her sweater, and this time she didn’t push my hand away. I massaged it gently as Eva twisted around towards me and sighed into my mouth. I kept applying gentle pressure to her breasts, switching between them and from that point on, we missed the entire second half of the movie. We didn’t stop until the lights came up and we looked at each other kind of shyly, but not at all regretful.

We got in my car a little after 9:30 and we still had over an hour before I had to drop her off and go home myself. “Is there anything you’d like to do, any place you want to go?” I asked, not at all ready for the evening to end.

“Do people really ‘park’ under the bridge?” Eva asked expectantly, meaning the Whitestone Bridge. There was park by the bridge, but it wasn’t like there was a lot of privacy, even in the colder weather, since there were private houses across the street. It was ok for kissing, but not for anything else. Maybe she wanted to go a little further…..I knew where to go.

“Yeah, people do, but it’s not very private. I know a spot nearby that’s better. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, Jon. I want to be alone with you. Just don’t expect me to go too far.” Her eyes were shining but I understood the message.

As I got going, I told her “Eva, remember what I told you. I’ll never push you to do more than you’re ready for. I promise.” That satisfied her and we drove less than 10 minutes to a spot I knew of, also near the bridge, but it was a somewhat hidden small area where at most 3 cars could park. And luckily, on a cold Monday night, no one else was there. We were alone. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““

I kept the car on and cracked the window in back, to keep the heat on and to make sure no fumes built up. Eva turned to face me, her back against the door, and her smile was all the invitation I needed. Our lips were locked again in no time at all, continuing where we left off in the theater. My hands started a more considered and careful exploration of Eva’s body. She even let my feel under her sweater, even under the cups of her bra. Her breasts were small but nice and soft and her nipples were thick and stiff. The fingers of my left hand toyed with her nipples, making her moan loudly between kisses, as my right hand held her back.

“Jon, that feels incredible” she gasped in my ear. “I’ve never felt anything so good before. Please use your mouth. I want to know how that feels” she said, almost pleading.

“Anything you want” I moaned as I kissed her neck, getting another great response from her. Eva lifted her arms and I pulled her sweater up and off, then, after a moment of hesitation, she leaned up to me so I could undo her bra. Her cute, lovely breasts were being seen by a man (besides a doctor) for the first time and her natural inclination was to cover them with her arms. I gently held her arms away from her body and I told her “You have no reason to hide. Your breasts are beautiful.” They were too. Very pale white, gently rising mounds with light pink areolas and same colored nipples that were begging for my lips. I moved towards them with my face and Eva then took my head in her hands and brought me to her. I kissed her gently, taking my time, kissing all over and between her lovely mounds. After covering them with kisses, I licked all around the areolas, getting them wet and thrilling her all over. I kissed the nipples directly before applying soft suction to the left one first. Eva cried out with pleasure, pulling my face closer to her body. Her eyes were closed as she leaned back and I kissed across to the right and did the same thing there. She was squirming under me as the pleasure burned throughout her petite body.

I wanted to help her get off so I pressed my hand firmly over her pussy, over her pants and Eva was so hot she didn’t stop me. My fingers went up and down over where her slit was and she pushed her hips up to meet my pressure in sync with my movements. It was like fucking, for her anyway, without the genital contact. Our lips were mashed together as I kept pushing on her pussy as best I could, then I went back to her breasts. She was almost there, but there was too much clothing keeping Eva from getting enough contact. I used my hand to open the button at the top of her jeans and she grabbed my wrist to stop me. I said, softly, “I’ll keep to the outside of your panties if you want. I just want to be able to touch you so you can enjoy yourself, Eva. I promise, I won’t go under your panties, I won’t put my fingers inside you. But I want you to cum.”

Her eyes were wide open, a mix of desperate need and some fear of going too far on our second date. Her needs won out and she nodded her head a couple of times. I got her pants open, then I slid her zipper down and she let my hand inside her pants, over her cotton panties. I could feel soft hair under the cotton and then just below that I touched the moist heat of her panties as Eva cried out in lust. I was able to apply a lot more contact as I kissed her lips and her neck. “Oh my god….” she moaned over and over. Her hand was around the back of my neck and she was kissing me as lustily as I was kissing her. She moved all around my head and neck as my fingers felt how damp her panties were getting. The heat rising off of her was palpable. “Faster” she moaned and my motions up and down along her slit were much quicker. Almost there now. I sucked her left nipple hard, even biting lightly down and Eva gasped as she obviously came, her body shaking and her right leg wrapping around my hip. I kept going and, a couple of minutes later, she came again. There were beautiful tears rolling down along her temples towards her ears that I licked and kissed away.

We clung to each other for a few minutes, sharing some very soft kisses. I pulled my hand from her pants and I sat up, pulling Eva with me. When we were up all the way she gave me a long, lusty kiss that tingled from my head to my toes. And I was hard, harder than ancient Greek. I looked at the clock on my dashboard. 10:20. Not a lot of time to get me off, drop Eva at home, and get home by my own curfew, which my parents were strict about on a school night. If Eva was even ready to do something about my problem.

I helped her get herself together, her bra on and her sweater, fixing her pants and her hair. Then she kissed me and said “Thank you so much, Jon. I’ve never felt anything even close to that before. It was amazing.”

“It was my pleasure, honey. I loved making you feel good.”

“You called me ‘honey’.” Her eyes welled up again, this time from happiness. “I’ve never been called that by anyone, except my parents. I like hearing it from you. Jon, I know you must be feeling frustrated now, and I would love to do something about it. But it’s almost 10:30 now, and besides, I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never touched a man’s penis before, let alone anything else. I hate leaving you like that but I don’t think I could take care of it for you and have enough time for us both to get home.”

I could see she felt badly about the situation. And I did need to get us both home. “Eva, you can make it up to me next time. And I want there to be next times. Many next times. So don’t worry about my ‘problem’. I’ll deal with it when I get home.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard anyone talk so directly about masturbation before. I like that you feel you can be so open with me. I’d like to do the same with you. Talk to you honestly.”

I backed my car out of the small clearing onto the street and I said “You can, any time you want. And for the record, I liked the way it felt, calling you ‘honey’. I like you, a lot. I’d like us to be a couple. I don’t want to date anyone else. Just you.”

“It’s not like I get a lot of offers” she giggled. “But if I did, I wouldn’t accept them. I just want to date you too. You’re so nice, Jon. Pretty sexy too.” I looked sideways at her and saw a big grin on her face. Then she slid along the bench seat and held onto my right arm as I drove with the left. We were quiet the rest of the way home, pleasantly so. When we got in front of her house, this time I managed to get out, open her door and walk her to her door. We kissed a single, lingering kiss goodnight. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow….sweetheart?” She was asking if I liked that term.

“Sweetheart. It sounds very nice from you.” She smiled again. Eva had such a great smile. I wish I had seen it years before. “And I’ll see you too. I have to run. I have just enough time to get home.” One quick peck and then, after she let herself into her house, I walked as quickly down the walk as I could with swollen balls.

I got home just before 11 and my dad was asleep, but mom was still awake. “Hi, Jon. So, how was your date?” she asked with a tone that said she already knew.

“It was fine. Oh, the heck with that. It was great, mom. I really like Eva, more than I’ve liked anyone I ever dated before. She’s special. Pretty, super smart, fun.”

“Well you’ve met her parents. Would you like to bring her for dinner Saturday night? Or Friday. I’d like to meet this young lady, who has my son so enthralled.”

“I’ll ask her tomorrow when I see her. I just have one condition: can we get rid of Camilla for the evening?” I had a big smile on my face.

“Jon, that’s a terrible thing to say!” Mom was smiling back. She knew I adored my little sister and she adored me, even though we liked to make each other miserable.

“Ok, she can stay. Friday night, all right?”

“Good. Let me know tomorrow. Good night, Jon. Get some sleep. Early morning tomorrow.”

I went to lie down and jerk off again. Next time, I wouldn’t have to take care of myself….hopefully.

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The next morning again I saw Eva outside before school began. But this time, I went to her and I kissed her hello. I caught her by surprise, but she willingly returned the kiss, and it let people know we were seeing each other. Word would get around; that’s how high school is. It’s a big game of Telephone.

“Good morning, honey” I said with a gentle touch of my hand to hers.

“Good morning, sweetheart” she responded, closing her fingers around mine. “Did you…take care of your problem last night? I still feel bad about that.”

“I did. Don’t worry. Next time, maybe you can do it for me?”

“I’d like that. If that feels even half as good for you as what you did felt for me….”

She didn’t get to finish. A couple of my friends came over, Mike and Kevin. “So you two are an item?” Mike asked. He and Kevin were both smiling with shit eating grins.

I put my arm around Eva and I said “Yeah, I guess we are. So Eva, I know you know Kevin and Mike. It’s time you got to know them a little better.”

Shyly, Eva said hello and my friends were very polite and friendly to her. A couple more people, guys and girls, wandered over, the usual pre-bell ritual and I introduced her around, not that she didn’t know them all casually. Everyone was very nice to her, but she was kind of quiet unless someone asked her a direct question. To be fair, suddenly being around a half dozen new people can be overwhelming. It would take time for Eva to feel comfortable with my friends and acquaintances.

The bell rang, five minutes to first period, and we all shuffled into school. “Oh, by the way, my mom told me to ask you to come to dinner Friday night. She wants to meet the girl who has her son so, and I quote, ‘enthralled’.”

“‘Enthralled’? She actually used that word?”

“She did. Direct quote. I said I’d ask. I’ve met your parents, she pointed out.”

“For fifteen minutes. Oh god, I’m going to be too nervous to even eat!”

“Does that mean yes you’re coming?”

“Yes, I guess so. I’m going to have to go out and get something to wear.”

“No you don’t. My parents are nice, easygoing people. Just come as yourself. They’ll adore you. See you fourth period.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips as we went our separate ways, me to Honors English and her to AP Math.

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Wednesday and Thursday were work days after school which meant the night was for studying and homework. But I did call Eva Wednesday night and we talked for almost an hour. My only problem was I didn’t have a phone in my room and had to talk to her while I sat at the kitchen table, which meant Camilla kept popping in to break my balls. She’d stand there with a big smile on her face, listening to our conversation while I tried to shoo her away. She thought she was being cute. Finally my dad heard her teasing and he told her to come to the living room and to leave me alone. She stuck her tongue out before she left. I loved her, but she made it difficult sometimes.

Our conversation was nice, but it couldn’t get too personal with my family ten feet away. So we just talked about simple things. I told her physics was causing me problems and she offered to help me study Sunday. I thanked her profusely and she chuckled, saying it was no big deal. We said our long, drawn out goodnight, and returned to my studying.

We saw each other the next days in school, which was making my stomach all aflutter each time. I was really falling for her. Friday night I picked her up at 6:30. She said she could get her mothers car and drive to my house, but I told her I didn’t want her driving home late by herself. Eva found that sweet and I told her blame my parents. I was taught never to let a girl go home at night without an escort. If she drove, I would have gone with her and then walked home. This seemed much easier.

When I picked her up, Eva looked even better than she did the night of our first date. The first thing I noticed was her hair. She had it cut a little shorter and it was parted on the left side instead of down the middle, and it had more body, giving it a silkier look. Outstanding. She was wearing a burgundy cashmere sweater with black slacks that hugged the curves of her ass, and medium black heels. A little makeup and I’m telling you, I was tempted to call my parents and say we couldn’t make it, then sneak off somewhere to be alone all night. Of course, you can’t do that with your parents. But we’d have plenty of time to be alone after dinner.

I helped her on with her coat, and before we said goodbye to her parents, Rose said “Jon, you have to come here for dinner next Friday. It’s only fair.”

Eva smiled at me and said “You heard her. It’s only fair.”

“I’d love to, Mrs. Glazer. Thank you.”

“Such nice manners. Go, have fun.”

We got in my car and Eva said “You had to expect that. One good turn deserves another and all.” She giggled in a way that made me want to nibble on her neck. I settled for kissing her lips a few times, softly, so as not to mess up her lipstick. Then we drove the five minutes to my house.

“Honey, you look amazing! That hairstyle is beautiful and sexy. I just hope you didn’t feel you needed to do that for me.”

“A little for you. Mostly I thought it was time to do something different. You’re making me feel desired. I want to look like it as well.” I could see her warm smile from the corner of my eye.

“I do desire you, Eva, because you’re desirable. I told you I thought you were beautiful as you were. But I’m not exactly complaining about your new look. You’re very…enticing.” She chuckled at my choice of words, but she was flattered. She reached across the bench seat to hold my hand.

To say the evening went well is an understatement. Unsurprisingly, Eva and my parents hit it off nicely. Even Camilla was on her best behavior. I think she had a sister type crush, drawn to Eva like the older sister she kind of wished she had. (Not instead of me, in addition to me). Mom made a large chicken with potatoes and carrots in the chickens fat. Eva might have been petite, no more than 100 pounds, but she could eat. I liked that about her. Some girls push the food around, trying to make an impression. We had such a nice time, we even stayed for another hour talking. But we wanted some alone time. So at 9 we said our goodbyes and, after I helped Eva on with her coat, I went to kiss my mom goodbye.

“She’s a darling girl, Jon. Don’t you mess this up!” she whispered, kidding with me in the way we had with each other. Camilla asked when she could come over again and Eva laughed and said maybe Sunday. We had a study date after all. My sister squealed with glee and gave Eva a kiss on her cheek, something I rarely got myself. Eva kissed her back and so a friendship was formed.

In my car, Eva was glowing. “Your family is so nice, Jon. Your parents are very sweet, like you, and your sister is a doll! I think she loves me!” she said with a giggle.

“Oh, she definitely does. She’s always wanted a big sister, and I think she’s got you measured for the role. I love her but she can be a real pain in the ass.”

“Jon, how could you say that about such a lovely girl! I may just ask you to take me home now!” Yeah, right. She was laughing inside, trying to keep it there and not succeeding.

“You don’t really want to go home now? It’s so early yet.”

“No, I don’t. I would like to go back to that parking area you took me to the other night. I want to do something very nice for you, sweetheart.”

“Gee, and I thought you wanted to go for ice cream.” I smiled as she shuffled next to me on the seat and held my arm.

“Last thing on my mind. I owe you.”

“Seriously, Eva, you don’t owe me anything. I don’t want you doing anything because you feel obligated. If you’re still not ready, we can just park and kiss. I like kissing you. A lot.”

“Thanks for that, Jon. I appreciate your not trying to push or make me feel guilty. It only makes me want to take care of you even more. And I could do with a little being taken care of. You opened a can or worms, sweetheart” she said with a big, wide grin.

“I bet it’s a tasty can of worms” I said a little lecherously and Eva laughed, a little bit nervously, but there was a lot of excitement there. Soon we were back at that private spot and again, we were alone.

I had gassed up the car before I picked her up, so it was no problem leaving the motor running for heat, though ideally I had to shut it off after an hour to avoid too much heat from the undercarriage starting a fire underneath the car. We were parked over grass there. So for the time, I left the engine running and shut off the lights and in no time we were again kissing like we were starved for each other.

While we were kissing, an idea came to me, totally off base from what we were doing. “Hey, honey, instead of getting together to study on Sunday, would you mind doing it tomorrow night? I have an idea for how we could spend Sunday together.”

She looked at me like I was a little nuts. “Saturday night studying? How exciting! What every girl wants to do on a Saturday night. You want to tell me what you have in mind for Sunday?”

“Not completely. All I can say is it involves going into the City (New Yorkers call Manhattan ‘the City’) for the day. It will be fun, I promise.”

“How can I say no to that? Ok, why don’t you come to my house? I’ll even make you dinner, as long as you’re not too fussy. I can cook a few things. Nothing fancy. My parents are going out, but my brothers will be around, so no funny business. Well, a little, maybe.”

The deal was made and sealed with a lot of kisses. It didn’t take long for both of us to be turned on and Eva actually was touching my cock, tentatively, over my khakis. Her touch, unskilled though she was, still felt heavenly. “Eva, do you mind if we go in the backseat? It’s a lot roomier. I promise, we won’t go too far.” She thought for a moment before saying yes. I shut the engine and I got a blanket from the trunk before meeting her in back. It got cold quickly; early April could be chilly still. The rare blizzard wasn’t unknown in April. But between the blanket and our own body heat, we’d be warm enough.

We were kissing and touching each other, her hand rubbing my cock again and my hand between her thighs. I felt her other hand go under my shirt and feel around my muscles and the hairs on my chest and i moaned from the pleasant touch of her slender fingers as well as her grasp on my dick. I pulled up her sweater and her breasts were covered by a sexy black bra with lace on the edges. I kissed her chest between her breasts and I asked “Is this new too? It’s very sexy.”

“No, I’ve had it a while. I may not have dated, but I like pretty, feminine things. I hoped I’d have someone to wear them for. I’m glad it turned out to be you, Jon. I like wearing it for you. But I also like when you take it off me” as she kissed me hard and I got her bra off. Her nipples were fully hard, begging to be sucked. So I did, sucking each one, one at a time, swirling with my tongue as Eva groaned and grabbed my cock as tightly as she could.

“You can help me get my pants down, honey. Why don’t you try to do it yourself? It’s a big turn on.”

“Yes, I want to get your pants off, then you can take mine off.” She was eager, more than ready to start exploring me. She used both hands, a little clumsily, to unbutton the waist, then the zipper went down easier. I lifted my hips as Eva pushed my pants to my ankles, leaving me in a pair of black boxers that were tented from my throbbing cock. “Oh, wow” she said nervously. “I need to see you.” Her breathing was deep and a little ragged and her hands shook a little as she pushed my boxers down to my pants, and there was my raging hard 7 inch, fairly thick cock, the head all red, even in the dark of the car. “May I touch it?”

“You really didn’t have to ask, honey. I’ve been hoping you would.” Her fingers wrapped around my cock, squeezing me firmly, with a lot of enthusiasm and even skill than I expected. Her hand moved up and then down a couple of times and I sank back into the car seat. I reached for the snap on the hip of her slacks and they loosened so they slid over her ass and hips right down her legs. Eva lifted up to help me and they were around her ankles like my pants were around mine. I saw she was wearing a dark red pair of satin bikini panties. When I got a view of her cute, round ass, the panties were snug, covering her cheeks. She was so sexy and my cock twitched in approval, in Eva’s hand. She squealed her delight as she felt me jerk.

“Jon, does it do that all the time?”

“Only when I’m very excited. Like right now. I know you’ve never touched a man like this before, but you’re doing really great things to me. And you look so sexy in those panties.”

“Really? You like what you see?” Eva asked as she continued to slowly pump me gently.

“Oh yeah. And between you and me, I have a thing for a pair of sexy panties, but only when they’re being worn by a beautiful woman. Like you.”

Eva kissed me all over my face as her fingers gripped me tighter. I was rubbing her breasts with my hands, rolling her nipples in between my fingers, moving up and down and Eva was loving it. “Jon, please put your hand inside my panties. I need to be touched by you. Touch me” she gasped. “Touch my pussy.”

I had no doubt she knew everyday dirty words, but I wondered if she was uncomfortable using them, especially in this kind of situation. Maybe she had to be very turned on first, and when I put my hand down the front of her panties, there was no doubt she was hot as hell. Her pussy was slick from her lubrication and it was getting all over my fingers. I moved my fingers along her slit as she kept stroking my cock in her hand. She was gaining more confidence all the time, or maybe she was just so aroused, she was doing what came naturally.

In any case, we were kissing all over, both of us kissing the others’ neck and throat, shoulders and chests, and of course lips, lips, lips. We were mutually masturbating each other and it had both of us moaning and shaking. My hips were almost fucking her hand and my cock was throbbing in her soft grasp. I managed to work her panties down to her thighs and then I was rubbing her pussy, surrounded by a light covering of dark pubic hair. Eva’s legs were spread as wide as she could with her panties holding her thighs. Without my asking, she used her free hand to feel my balls, all swollen with my ‘gift’ for her. “Oh, god Eva, that’s incredible. I’m getting close to cumming.”

“Stop touching me, sweetheart. Just sit back and let me concentrate on finishing this.” I didn’t argue; I was way too into this to do that. But I watched her closely and despite the cold in the car, she had a little perspiration on her brown and under her lip. Her hands were handling me much more skillfully than I would have thought possible. My cock was jerking in her hand, precum kept leaking from the tip, making her hand nice and slippery as she moved. I felt the familiar sensation of my balls contracting a little and my dick swelling. “Are you going to cum?” Eva asked in a voice that was sexy and seductive. “Are you going to cum for me? I want to see you!” She was completely into this.

“Oh yeah, don’t stop…. don’t stop, honey…..oh god here it cums!” I shouted as I shot thick strands of sticky, viscous sperm at least a foot in the air before it landed back on her hand and on my cock. The next spurts were almost as powerful until the last few oozed out. Her hand was covered in my load, my cock, now softening, was also covered, and more was in my pubic hair. “Keep squeezing, honey. Just a little easier.” She didn’t shy away from my cum at all, didn’t hurry to wipe her hand clean. She seemed curious, actually. Then she surprised me by lifting her hand to her mouth and taking a very small taste of my seed and, when she wasn’t bothered by the taste, took a little more on her tongue.

“It’s not bad. A little salty, a little bit sweet. Kind of slimy. You taste good” Eva said with a smile.

“Yeah? You think I should try it?”

“Really? you won’t be grossed out by it?”

“You weren’t. But put it on your tongue or lips. I want to try it that way.” I don’t know what came over me, I had never tried it before, especially after I got a blowjob and the girl had my cum on her breath. But with Eva, I wanted to try it at least. So she licked a little more, holding it on her tongue and we kissed, sharing my semen. It wasn’t bad, she was right, it was a little slimy. But it didn’t freak me out and we kissed passionately.

“I didn’t expect that at all, Jon. Then again, I didn’t expect me to like it at all” she said lightly as she snuggled next to me, both for romance and body heat. She wiped the rest of my cum on the blanket and we huddled under it until we felt warmer. We kissed easily, enjoying each others closeness. As I’ve said, the more time we spent together, the more I was falling for Eva and I thought she felt the same way. But as close as we were getting, I didn’t know how to talk about my deepest emotions.

After a while, when we both felt warmer, I said to her “Honey, don’t you need a little attention? You were so excited before. Let me do something very nice for you. You’ll love it, I’m sure.”

Eva smiled shyly and said “Are you talking about doing something we haven’t done yet?” Her ability to flirt was fantastic. She just needed someone to pay attention.

“I am.” I moved so she was stretching out on the car seat and I removed her shoes so I could take off her slacks. She was all but naked, creamy skin and cute, soft curves. Sexy in a way she wasn’t even aware of. I kissed her a few times and before I moved down her body I said “I hope you’ll enjoy this. Just let yourself go with the flow.” I kissed her throat, then her collarbones and then her breasts. I lingered there for a few minutes as Eva stretched out catlike and soft moans escaped her lips.

I licked wet circles around her thick nipples and Eva arched her back as she whispered “Yes, please, Jon, suck on my tits, lick them, it feels amazing.” I noticed her use of the word ‘tits’ and thought briefly there’s a lot of pent up sexuality to this woman. Down I went, licking and nipping at her tummy. I bit softly at her flat tummy, licking around her belly button and she gasped loudly. As I got closer to her panties, I could smell her, a little musky and salty, a very appealing odor. I got to her panties and I kissed her mound and her lips through the satin covering her. I wanted to stretch this out, tease her, make her even beg a little.

Eva’s legs were rubbing on the sides of my face, getting her scent on my cheeks from some of her juices that had seeped down. I looked up at her face and I could see her eyes locked on mine. Her eyes were wide and glassy; she was eager for this. I pulled her panties down her legs the rest of the way and tossed them on the floor of the car. I got my first look at her pussy and even in the dim light, I thought it was a beautiful sight. Her hair was not too thick and it was contained within a defined tan line. Very sexy. I gently pushed her legs apart and I saw her lips, inner and outer, nice and even, with drops of beaded moisture there. I licked her lips and Eva shuddered and moaned, and her hips twisted around. I loved her taste and I licked up some more. I used my flattened tongue to scoop up as much of her natural lubrication as I could as Eva kept pushing into my face. Her hands reached down and grabbed at my head and my hair, more reflexively than deliberately. Her body was reacting as I would have hoped and expected.

I used my thumbs to pull her pussy open and her clit appeared at the top from behind its hood. I used the tip of my tongue and went up her right side to the top where I swirled around her clit, then down the left side. Eva scrunched her eyes closed, her breathing was rough and shallow. “Fuck, that’s so good” she grunted a few times, or variations like that. “Shit, Jon keep licking me there!” she cried when I hit her clit. I made fast little circles around it and her ass lifted off the seat. This time she actively grabbed the back of my head as she cried “There! Right there! Don’t stop, baby! Oh god, cummingggggg!” Eva wailed as her thighs tried to grip my face and she had a pulsing orgasm. She held me there and I kept going, licking at her lips before I sucked her clit in my lips and she again came really hard before she let me go and kind of pulled away. Eva was shivering from the sweat on her body in the cold car and I moved up quickly to cover her again and keep her warm. She turned to me and held me tight as I used my fingertip to circle her nipple, which gave her another two smaller climaxes. “Stop, Jon, please. No more right now.” Her petite body curved into my larger frame and I let my fingers tickle her up and down her spine.

Eva mewled and pressed her face into the side of my neck. I could feel her warm breath on my skin and it was very exciting. “You’re such a sexy woman, honey.”

“I never felt that way, not with other people. You’re the first man to even try to make me feel sexy. You’re very good for my ego, Jon. And very good for me in general.” She kissed my chin and then my lips.

We laid there quietly for a while in each others arms. I’d held other girls like that before, but not really. I mean, holding the others was nothing like holding Eva. Not even close. I was feeling things for her I never felt about anyone before and it both thrilled and frightened me. The thrill part is kind of obvious. The frightening part was because I couldn’t believe how fast I was falling for her. I really wanted to know if she was feeling the same way. I had to know.

“Eva, do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Uh oh. Should I be worried?”

“No, nothing like that. But there’s something I want to know if you can answer. And if you prefer, I’ll answer the same question first.” We sat up a little straighter and she looked at me expectantly. “Eva, how do you feel about me? I mean deep inside.”

“Do you think you need to ask, Jon? Can’t you tell?”

“I’m not good at deducing these things. I can say that I’m very drawn to you, that I like you a lot. More than I would have thought I could at this point. Shit, I sound like an insecure girl.”

“Gee, thanks. You don’t seem girlish to me. So you really do need me to answer you?” I nodded my head gently. “I’m surprised you can’t tell. I like you too, also a lot more than I would have expected. I didn’t see this coming a few weeks ago. I’ll put it to you this way, sweetheart.” She turned my head with her hand so we were eye to eye, just inches apart. “We got here because I was upset about not getting selected as valedictorian. I was disappointed and even angry about it.” I knew this, I remembered well how upset she was. “And now, I don’t give a shit. If I had gotten chosen, we wouldn’t have ended up talking that afternoon, you wouldn’t have asked me out, and we wouldn’t be here now. This is so much better, it’s making me so much happier than first place could have made me.” Eva kissed me, soft and tender. “But I am glad I at least got chosen as salutatorian. Third place would have just sucked.” We both broke out in laughter and we hugged tightly. “So if you still don’t know, I’m thrilled to be with you. And it’s not just because you are the first guy who ever wanted to ask me out. You’re a good man, you’re a handsome man, and you genuinely care about me. At least I’m pretty sure you do. You’d better” she teased me.

“I do, honey. Very much. I never felt like this about anyone before. God, it’s cold in here” I said like I just noticed. “Even with you keeping me warm. We need to get dressed before we get back up to the front seat.”

“Are you in a rush? I’m cold too, but I had other plans for you. After how great you made me feel, I want to try something myself. But I could do it in the front seat with the heat on.” Her eyes were sparkling with mischief.

“Really? You’re sure you want to?” I asked, very pleased and excited.

“I want to try. You’re going to have to give me a lot of instruction. Probably.” We kissed again, gentle and tender kisses, before we somehow got our clothes on again. I still had my pants around my ankles so I just had to pull them and my boxers up and get my shirt on while I helped Eva find her discarded clothes, which wasn’t so easy in the dark car. Especially her panties. We just couldn’t find them. I got on the floor and looked under the seats but no luck. “Screw it” Eva said after a while. “It’s too damn cold. Find them tomorrow and get them back to me. Or….you could keep them as a keepsake if you like” she said with a smile that was nothing like her. It was naughty and teasing.

“I’ll keep them for a while. I’ll get them back to you in a few weeks.” I gave her my own wicked smile. “I might even clean them first!”

“Naughty boy.” We got out of the car and after adjusting our clothing I threw the blanket in the trunk and we got back in front and I turned the car on and the heat up to high. Thankfully my car had a good heater. Soon we were feeling the warmth and much, much better. Eva cuddled up to me and my arm was around her, pulling her in as close as possible. It was 10:40, still early yet. I could have sat with her all night long.

“Honey, you don’t have to do anything else tonight. I’m perfectly happy to just hold you, and maybe steal a few kisses every so often.”

“How about right now?” she asked, looking up at me. So I did the only decent thing I could do and I kissed her. Eva had been getting a lot of practice lately, but I still couldn’t believe she never kissed a man before we dated. She reached for my pants and her touch brought my cock back to hard again. “Sure you don’t want me to try to…..give you a blowjob?” She said it like the word choked her a little coming out. It was clearly a term she never, or rarely, used before.

“I wouldn’t mind, but you don’t have to. I just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve practically had to attack you most of the time. I want to, Jon. You keep doing such wonderful things to me. I never imagined I could feel so good.” She kissed my neck and my chest, lifting my shirt to get to me. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful, sensual touch of her lips on my flesh. Her hand was caressing the crotch of my pants where my cock was straining to get free. This time her hands were more assured as she undid the button and then the zipper. I turned partially sideways to give us both more room and Eva helped by pulling my pants back down again. Then my shorts as she came face to face, so to speak, with my cock.

Eva gulped nervously. “It looks big, bigger than I thought.”

“Just kiss it to start. Take it slow. And if you feel like you can’t go through with it, we’ll stop.”

“You don’t have to be so nice all the time.” But she smiled at me and I gave her my own smile of encouragement. Eva kissed the tip, then a few more all over the head. As she moved down along the shaft, she grew more enthusiastic. Then her tongue peeked out and she licked along the shaft and I kind of melted, my body relaxing and enjoying, especially when her tongue swirled around the head. I let out a huge gasp and Eva knew she found the most sensitive area, the glans on the underside. She kept licking and kissing, but she didn’t take me in her mouth yet. She paused and asked me “Am I doing it right? Does this feel good?”

“Very good, honey. Especially under the head, as you must have noticed. But if you think you can, take it into your mouth, as much as you feel comfortable taking. Go slow until you feel more confident. The only thing to be careful of is your teeth. Anything else is up to you.”

“Ok, let me try.” Eva pushed her lips onto the head and slowly, almost painfully slowly, took my head into her mouth. I kept moaning, both to encourage her and because what she was doing did feel good. She sucked gently but steadily, then took a little more in. Her lips were now about halfway down and her tongue was moving up and down along my cock. Eva was naturally enthusiastic, moving easily, not taking me too deep, but what she was doing felt great. I held onto her body with my right hand and my left was gripping the steering wheel as my hips rose up off the seat. “Eva, I’m almost there….oh fuck it, I’m cumming!” I warned her in case she didn’t want my cum in her mouth but to her credit, she tried. The first spurts shot into the back of her mouth but she mistimed her swallows and gagged before spitting my cock and cum out. She choked a few times and I grabbed my cock myself to finish off. But Eva pushed my hand away and she jerked me as she kept coughing. I appreciated that she wanted to take care of me despite her own discomfort. That alone told me just how special she was.

“I’m sorry, Jon. I didn’t expect it to be so forceful” Eva said through a few more coughs.

“It’s fine, Eva. You made me feel so good” I said as I kissed her, the taste of my cum still on her lips. “It was great, really.”

“You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No. I mean it. And I appreciate how you reacted at the end. You’re very sexy and very, very sweet.” I held her and she still had the occasional cough.

“Jon, can we get something to drink? My throat is irritated. Water would be fine, or a soft drink.”

I then realized with the blanket in the trunk I had nothing to clean up with. I asked her to look in my glove box for some napkins but no luck. I was about to pull up my pants to cover the sticky mess (which would be incredibly uncomfortable) when Eva found some tissues in her purse. Gratefully I used them and she used a few as well and we cleaned me up as best we could before I got my pants on. Then I hopped out for a minute to make sure I was suitably fixed to appear publicly and I drove us to an all night convenience store where I got us two bottles of water and a couple of bags of chips to munch on. Eva gulped down a third of her water before even saying thank you and I chuckled at her. “You’re very funny, and kind of cute too.”

“Just kind of cute?” she challenged me with a defiant smile.

“Ok, you’re incredibly cute. And seriously, I have more fun with you than I’ve had with any girl I dated before. I’m not even talking sexually. I mean things like talking, dancing, sharing dinner, and kissing. Lots of kissing.”

Eva blushed but I could tell she liked what she heard. :”For the record, while you’re really the only guy I’ve been with, I have a great time with you too. You’re funny and very sexy. And I love talking to you as well. You’re very smart yourself. It’s a big turn on, a smart guy.” I blushed a little bit myself and we kissed a minute in the parking lot before we both felt kind of exposed and got out of there. It was still just 11:45, still early, and we weren’t ready to go home yet. So I suggested we get a drink and talk and Eva liked that idea. We stopped at a bar I knew of, a quiet kind of place, and this time she asked for a beer, whatever I was having. I got us two Becks and we took a small table. We spent the rest of the evening talking, holding hands and, once we got in the car, more kissing. Then it was time to go home. If only I didn’t have to work the next day….

We kissed a little longer in front of her house, though she said someone was waiting for her, probably her mother, by the light on in the living room. “I’d better go. Not that I want to. Do you still want to come over and study with me? Come at 6, or is that too early with your job?”

“6:30 would be better for me by the time I get home from work and shower and all.”

“Hmmmm i bet it would be fun to shower together” Eva said with a sexy taunt.

“I have no doubt in my mind. Maybe some day.”

I walked her to her door and we kissed one last time before hugging and saying goodnight. “Tomorrow, honey. 6:30. I’ll bring some wine.” She went inside reluctantly and I drove home on cloud nine. When I got in I put the blanket in the laundry, I washed as best I could without falling asleep over the sink and got in bed and fell asleep thinking about the most amazing girl I thought I would ever meet in my life.

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I got through the next day of work more distracted than I ever had been before. I like the job, I like the people, but Eva was on my mind all day. That’s how it is when you fall for someone. 5 couldn’t come fast enough.

I got home at a quarter after, was on my way to take a shower when my mom knocked on my door. I was still dressed so I told her to come in.

“Jon, anything you want to tell me?”

“About what, mom?” I had no idea what she was asking about.

“About this” she said, holding Eva’s panties in her hand. Even though she washed them, she still held them by two fingers at the elastic band. Oh, god. I turned deep red with embarrassment.

“Where did you find those?” I asked as I took them from her and hid them in a drawer on my dresser.

“They were in that blanket from your car. Which is also washed. Jon, I know you’re both 18, and I’m not exactly an old lady (mom was 42 at the time). I understand to some degree what happened, and I don’t want the details. But I expect a little discretion. If you need to talk about something, your father and I are always available. But please be more careful in the future. Think about if your sister had done the laundry.”

That did make me think. My 12 year old sister was still a child for the most part, and didn’t need to know anything about my sex life. My parents didn’t either, for that matter. “I’m sorry. I should have looked more carefully. We…..god, we couldn’t find them last night. That was very careless of me. I’ll be more careful in the future. I promise.”

Mom gave me a slight scowl before closing my door to let me get ready. As I got ready to jump in the shower, I decided to wait a few days and tell Eva during the week I found them when I did some laundry. I didn’t think she’d be happy if I told her my mom found them.

I stopped for a bottle of red wine and I was just a little late getting to Eva’s. One of her brothers let me in (don’t ask me which one) and Eva called to me from the kitchen.

I went in and whatever she was cooking, it smelled great. “Hi!” she said with a big smile. “How was work?”

“Longer than usual. I was distracted all day.” I gave her a quick kiss and a smile.

“I can’t imagine what you were thinking about” Eva responded playfully.

“Think about it. I’m sure it will come to you. So, what’s for dinner? It smells delicious.”

“Beef Stroganoff over egg noodles. I’ve been cooking for over an hour. You have to braise the beef and cook it slow so it comes out tender.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“You can sit at the table and keep me company. I’ve got this. If you want something to drink….”

“No I’m fine. We’ll have wine with dinner. Where are your parents?”

“They’re getting ready to go out in about….45 minutes. But my brothers are joining us for dinner. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind. It will give me a chance to talk to them. We’ll study after dinner?”

“For a while. My brothers are going to sleep at a friend a couple of houses away. We’re going to be alone for a few hours.” She had a very naughty grin on her face. “Of course, we don’t have to study at all. I’ll get you through physics another day.”

“I think I like the sound of that.” A minute later her mom popped in to say hi.

“Hi, Mrs. Glazer. How are you?”

“Running late. My husband can never get ready on time.” She turned to Eva and said “So we’ll drop your brothers off at Gene’s when we leave and we’ll be home sometime after midnight.” They looked at each other and something passed between them before Rose went back upstairs.

I asked Eva “You mind telling me what that was all about?”

“Later” she said quietly. “When we’re alone.”

Dinner was ready a half hour later and the four of us, Eva and her brothers and me, ate together. She could cook, based on that one meal. I raved about it and she told me she had been learning from her mom since she was 12 or so, especially Jewish Holiday specialties. Chicken soup, brisket, carrot and prune tsimmis…all my favorites. As long as I wasn’t expected to eat chopped liver.

Her brothers were actually nice kids, and they got along with their sister well. They even cleared the table when dinner was done and rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. I tidied the table and Eva and I took the rest of our wine to the couch, where we sat together, but not on top of each other. Not yet.

Her parents left not long after and they took the twins an d we were alone. Not in my car, in her house. Alone. It didn’t take us long to move closer and share some very desired kisses. Eva laid back across my lap with my arms under her and her arms around my neck as we kissed and kept kissing. Light pecks on the lips and on her nose, longer kisses that pressed on her soft, moist lips that were lightly sweet with her lipstick and wine, and longer kisses full of passion and desire. But I had to ask her something.

“Honey, what was that look you and your mom shared?”

“Oh, that. My parents are very liberal, small ‘L’ and big ‘L’. They were living together at 18, long before it was even a thing in the late 50s. So she kind of knows we’re not going to sit here and play cards all night.” Her smile was so innocent and naughty at the same time.

“What if I just want to play cards all night? Maybe that’s enough for me.”

“It’s definitely NOT enough for me. Don’t even think about not taking me upstairs, Jon. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Eva stood up and took my hand, leading me upstairs to her room.

It wasn’t an overly girlish room. The walls were painted white, not pink. The posters on the walls were of rock bands that appealed to boys and girls, though she had a thing for Rod Stewart; there were three of him. Her bedspread was feminine, white and somewhat frilly. And it was a full size, big enough for us both. We kicked off our shoes and laid down on top of her bed and I rolled on top of her as we kissed again and again. Our hands were moving over each others bodies, very slow and deliberate at first, teasing each other to build up the heat. There was no need to rush; we had plenty of time.

I unbuttoned her blouse, a soft white with blue flowers cotton, and she shook it off with her shoulders, then she helped pull my cable knit sweater off and her fingers played with my chest hairs. It was hard to believe she had only been with me a few times because her touch was thrilling me all over. Her nails scraped my chest, not hurting or scratching at all. I kissed her neck and licked her ear and Eva sucked in a huge breath. “Jon, baby, that feels so good, so good.”

“I think you’ll like this even more” I whispered before blowing into the same ear and Eva writhed beneath me as sounds of lust came from her chest. I got her bra off and with my fingertips I teased her hard nipples. I licked my finger and ran it all around her areola. Eva was on fire as she hurriedly unbuttoned all the buttons on the front of my jeans. She reached into my briefs and touched around the head of my cock and then it was my turn to squirm and moan. “I can’t believe how confident and natural you are when you touch me” I said, nibbling on her earlobe.

“I love the feel of you cock” she moaned, and again, her language both surprised me and made my dick twitch for her. “You’re so hard, Jon. It’s very hot.”

“Let’s see how wet you are for me” I said as I opened her jeans and pushed my hand a little roughly into her panties. She gasped and arched her back as my fingers rubbed through the slit of her pussy and around her pulsing clit. “Mmmm you’re very nice and wet. And I love how you taste.” To make my point I pulled out of her panties and made a point of making sure she saw me licking my fingers.

“Fuck, that’s unbelievable” Eva said, panting with lust. “You tasted your sperm, let me taste my pussy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Very sure.”

I dipped back into her pussy, swirled my finger around in her juices while she whimpered, and then brought my fingers to both our lips. She was tentative at first, then we both enjoyed her musky cream together. It’s always the quiet ones, I told myself.

After that we urgently got out of the rest of our clothes except our underwear. She had another surprise for me, wearing a ecru colored pair of see-through hipster panties that I was tempted to tear off her body. I could see her sparse, dark hair through the mesh-like material. I resisted the urge and just eased them down her hips and then her legs. Then she took my briefs down and my cock almost leapt out at Eva, causing her to giggle. “All of you is glad to be with me” she said as she held my cock lovingly.

“I know what’s good for me. And I can’t believe how sensual you are. I thought it would take a long time to help you find this side of you.” I was touching her torso from her hips up to her breasts, back and forth, sliding my hand lightly on her tummy.

“I hoped I would find a man who could help me find it before I got to college. And then you came along.” She kissed me and I gave as good as I got.

“Mind if I ask you something?” I said still touching her, moving down to her thighs.

Eva closed her eyes and moaned before answering. “Right now?”

“If you don’t mind. Did you ever look at me and think you wanted to go out with me? I won’t be upset if you say no. I didn’t see it in you until that afternoon.”

“Honestly no, Jon. I guess I had my eyes on someone else. Don’t ask me who. I can’t tell you because it could come between us and I don’t want anything to come between us. Except maybe your cum” Eva said with a playful smile.

“As I said, it’s ok. Until we talked, I wasn’t looking for you either. And I’m kicking myself. You’re beautiful, sexy, sensitive and sensuous. Very desirable.” We kissed harder this time, our bodies rubbing roughly with my very hard penis between our bodies, practically cooking from our mutual heat.

“Jon I love the way your cock feels between us. It’s pulsing so nicely and it’s making me incredibly horny.” She thought for a minute, looking in my eyes as our hands touched each others arms. “Jon, sweetheart….can you make love to me tonight? I feel ready. More than ready. I want you, very much.”

I looked into her eyes. I stroked her cheek and she kissed my palm. “Eva, honey, are you certain? Remember, no pressure. Only when you’re ready.”

“Trust me, I’m ready. I’m going a little crazy with lust. I need this and I need you to help me. I only trust you.” Eva’s eyes shone like two soft blue stones.

“I would love to, more than almost anything. Except I don’t have a condom with me. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“It’s ok. I’ve been on the pill over a year. Believe it or not, it was my mom’s idea. And right now, I’m very glad she suggested it.” Eva was shivering under my touch. Her skin was warm, almost hot, and smooth and unblemished. I leaned over and kissed her tummy and she groaned as her legs spread apart, I kissed lower and lower until I was between her thighs, I got up on my knees, bent over her lower body and while keeping my eyes on her face I pulled her panties down and tossed them at her face playfully. She laughed out loud as she flung them back at me.

“You keep them, as a memento” she said. “When you find the other ones, you can make a scrapbook” Eva burst out laughing.

I kissed her right above her pubic hair. “Keep giving me your panties like this and you’ll be walking around feeling the wind between your thighs whenever you wear a skirt” I said with a lecherous wink.

“What if I come to like that?” Eva asked, up on her elbows.

“Then you’ll be a very” a kiss on her mound, “very,” a kiss on her clit, “dirty girl.” I licked her pussy, soaked with lust.

“Jon, please, don’t tease me. I’m aching for you.” Her eyes were pleading with me.

I was up on my knees, my cock sticking almost straight out with a slight upwards curve, all 7 inches. I held it in my hand and stroked it a couple of times so a bead of almost clear fluid appeared. I leaned down, close to her face on one arm while the other hand put the head against the entrance to her pussy. “Last chance, honey. You’re ready?”

Her hands held my hips and her legs were wide and bent at the knees. “Very ready. Just take it slow, please.”

I kissed her, felt her lips trembling and I smiled at her reassuringly. “I will. If you need me to stop, just tell me, honey.” I pushed forward with my hips, a little, keeping my weight on my forearm. A little deeper before I felt some resistance in front of my cock, he hymen, “It’s probably going to hurt a little. Between you and me, I’ve never done this before.”

Eva looked at me questioningly. “You said you’re not a virgin!”

“I’m not. But I’ve never taken a girls virginity before. So it’s a new thing for me as well. All right, honey,” I kissed her, held it, our tongues active together as I pushed through as Eva cried out, muffled by our kiss. I pushed a little more and her natural lubrication combined with how aroused she was made it easy to bury my cock all the way inside her. We broke the kiss and Eva dug her short nails into my ass, holding on tight. At that moment I didn’t care if she drew blood. Her pussy was so snug and moist and her legs pulled back automatically for me. “Are you ok?” I asked, holding still, wonderful sensations bursting throughout my body.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m kind of sore, but it feels good as well. Could you do something on my clitoris? It’s tingling like crazy” she said breathlessly.

I shifted my body so the base of my cock pushed up on her throbbing little pearl, then I moved my hips all around so it was grinding on her pubic bone.

“OHMYGOD LIKE THAT!” Eva shouted as her legs wrapped around my thighs and her fingers dug deeper in my cheeks. She was panting hard and her lip was quivering.

“Honey, could you loosen your grip on my butt? You’re going to make me bleed.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe. That felt so great!” She was moving around under me, encouraging me to move in the other direction. Without sliding in and out at all, Eva came twice and I was like a bug caught in the spiders web. But a hell of a lot better. And I could have cum then as well. I was totally charged up. But I wanted to experience more, for now, romantic sex with Eva, for both our pleasure.

“That’s fine, honey. And you’re amazing as well. I love being together with you.” I kissed her delicious lips as my hairy chest moved over her breasts. “Are you ready for more?”

“There’s more?” she asked with a big, teasing smile. “You’re such a stud!”

“You’re pretty fantastic yourself. Just relax and let me guide you, Though I think most of this comes naturally.” Another kiss on her lips and then a whole bunch on her face and neck, Eva moved her hands to touch my chest and arms and my cock twitched inside her.

“Oh god, Jon! That’s wonderful” she moaned as she bit her lower lip. Her lower body lifted off the bed to meet my gentle thrusts, easy and brief as I pulled back just a little to start. I moved slowly, deliberately. Even with her natural wetness, I didn’t think I could have moved much faster at that point. She was so tight, unsurprisingly and her pussy wrapped around my shaft like a snug glove. I kept twitching in her pussy and Eva kept crying out softly and tears were leaking down her cheeks.

“Honey, are you ok? Does this feel good for you?”

“Do you really have to ask, baby? I’ve never felt anything better, even when you were eating my pussy the other night! Well, maybe not better….different” she said dreamily. She was floating in her mind and she caressed my cheek and my neck. Eva was a natural lover, thoroughly enjoying our sexual connection and able already to express her joy and pleasure. I think I knew then I was falling in love with her. “Are you enjoying fucking me?”

“Honey, this isn’t fucking. This is loving. Another time we can fuck together. But this is even more special, and you’re amazing.” I paused to kiss her shoulder and the side of her neck and Eva had a smaller orgasm that she still found incredibly satisfying. “I’m going to start to move faster because I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. You’ve got me so hot for you.”

“Go ahead, please. I’m ready to join you.” Her voice had a ethereal quality, like she was on a cloud somewhere with me. I pulled further back and thrust back in, gradually moving faster. Her body was trembling, her legs shaking slightly as I tried to keep a steady rhythm. Her back arched a few times and we were both covered in sweat, and her room smelled of the lovely mix of sexual pheromones and our body heat. Soon I was moving easily in her juicy pussy and she was meeting me thrust for thrust. Her legs tightened around me and our bodies were slapping together.

We were grunting hard each time I buried my dick in her, her bed was creaking, and her pussy was squeezing me tightly, like she was trying to pull me in and keep me there. I had slept with more experienced women, but Eva was easily the best. It was my turn to leak some tears. “Jon” she said with ragged breath, “I’m almost there. Oh, god, Jon I’M CUMMINGGGG’ she cried as her pussy got even wetter and spasmed all around my cock. That brought me over the top and I lunged deep into her pussy and my body tensed as gobs of my cum were churned with her own juices, It was sloppy and sticky and fantastic, again, far and away the greatest sex I ever had. I’m sure the feelings we had for each other had a lot to do with it. Regardless, my heart was beating fast and my heart belonged to Eva.

She held me like she couldn’t let go, and I didn’t want her to let go. I eased my body on top of her and kissed her over and over before rolling on my back and bringing her with me so we kept connected. My penis wasn’t shriveling, instead remaining hard, something that never happened to me before.

Eva moved her hips around, a look of surprise on her face. She was hoarse, whispering “Jon, that was so beautiful. Like you.” She kissed my cheek, tasting my salty tears as her small breasts caressed my chest. “Thank you for making this so perfect for me. You’re wonderful in every way.”

“Clearly you still don’t know me very well” I teased. “Seriously, this was the best I’ve ever shared, the best. I haven’t had that many others, but you were far and away the best I’ve ever felt. Shit, I don’t know if I’m saying this right. I feel like it’s coming out like you’re just a fuck, and you’re not. You’re so much more. I can’t imagine enjoying being with anyone more, and it’s because of how I feel about you. I wish I could express it better than that.” I touched her cheek and kissed her lips.

“Jon, are you really still hard? Does that always happen for you?”

“Never before. I swear. It has to be you. You put a spell on me.” We smiled warmly at each other as Eva slowly lifted herself off my erection, all covered in both our creamy juices. I was hard but I didn’t feel like I had to have her again. I felt very content and deeply satisfied. Eva held my cock in her hand, despite the messy state of my member. She stoked me gently but firmly in her hand, getting her hand all sloppy. “Honey, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine as is.”

“What if I want to? I’m kind of sore down there, so I don’t think I could take your cock inside me again right now. And I don’t know if I’m ready to suck it with all this mess all over it. But I can give you a good handjob. Lay back and enjoy it, sweetheart. Let me do this for you.”

Eva was so giving, so unselfish. I adored her for her warmth and kindness. “If you insist. But lay next to me so I can kiss you. Do you think you’re too sensitive for me to touch your pussy?”

“Probably. Don’t worry about it; you made me cum more times than I could count. And I’m really good with math!” She giggled as she kissed me and snuggled her soft body next to mine, I just wrapped my arm around her and her small, perfect tits pressed into my side. I sighed as I relaxed and let Eva have her way with me.

I was prepared for a nice, slow handjob from my sweet girlfriend. But she surprised me again. She was still a little clumsy, and the sticky cream all over my cock and her hand didn’t help, but Eva was enthusiastically as she jerked my throbbing dick, pleasing her every time my cock jerked. And then she started talking dirty to me. “You really know how to make a girl cum, baby. My pussy was so wet, wetter than it’s ever been before. I loved how you made love to me, but I can’t wait to find out how you can fuck me. A nice, hard fuck. I’ve fantasized about how it must be to get pounded hard. Maybe from behind. You can grab my hips and pump that hard dick into my sloppy cunt. Oh god, you’re throbbing so much! I love how that feels! You want to suck my tits? Suck them hard for me? I’m still so hot I could probably cum just from your lips on my nipples!”

Eva leaned over me, her hand moving quick and steady on my cock as I wrapped my lips around her right nipple and she sighed happily as I sucked greedily. “Yes, that’s it, baby. Oh, bite gently, my darling. MMMM so good. Oh, I think you’re going to cum again!”

She was right; I was almost there already. She had me so hot for her, my balls were ready again quickly and I churned out another load, not quite as much as the first one, but enough to make my groin a disaster area. My cock, balls, pubic hair were all thick with our secretions. Despite that, I grabbed at her and Eva shouted out in surprise as I kissed her all over. She laughed and I enjoyed her closeness, her warmth, everything about her. Her pussy was already a mess as well, and now the mix on my groin got all over her body. We had to get cleaned up. There was no way either of us could put clothes back on the way we were.

She said “Remember what I said last night about showering together? I think we need to. This is way too much for a towel. We’ve got plenty of time. Have you ever showered with a partner before? I won’t be jealous…maybe a teeny bit” Eva said with a sweet smile.

“Nope, this will be a new experience for me as well. We’d better get moving before this ends up dripping all over the place.” We moved quickly to her bathroom and got in her tub/shower and as soon as the water was right, we took turns rinsing off.

This was very exciting, especially when we started soaping each other all over. She wore a shower cap so she wouldn’t have to worry about doing her hair and I was tall enough to avoid getting my hair wet. We were kissing as we washed and Eva was turned on again. I got some soap on my two fingers and rubbed her clit slowly, with light pressure while helping her to stay balanced with my other hand. She was grinding her pussy down on my fingers and it didn’t take long for her to enjoy yet another climax that left her spent for the evening. I probably could have gotten hard and cum a third time but I was fine, more than satisfied. I just wanted affection for the rest of the night.

When we were clean and then dried off, we got dressed. Eva put on fresh panties and handed me her worn pair and said “Here, you can keep these, but if you find the other pair, I’d like them back. They’re kind of expensive. But these you can keep. Think of me some night when you’re lying in bed, all hard and needy. You can use these to masturbate and cum in. Or you can just smell me and cum wherever you like.” She smiled, a very wicked smile.

“Who are you? I thought… no, everyone thought…you were a quiet, shy person, not a big personality. And I’m finding out hidden under your surface is this incredibly passionate, even wild woman of incredible sexuality. You blow me away, literally and figuratively. If I was the bragging type, guys would be fighting for a chance to take you out. Good for you and for me that I don’t brag. You know, I hope, that our secrets are just that. Our secrets. But you’ve been shocking me every time we’re together.”

“If I thought you were the type to brag I never would have gone out with you. I’ve thought of sex a lot since I can remember, like since I was 12 or 13. When most people start. And I’ve just had thoughts I would never have shared with anyone, even the good friends I do have from camp. I couldn’t. I’m very glad you don’t think I’m some sort of freak.”

I stood in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders and Eva looked up at me, a little nervous at having opened herself up in such an intimate way, even to me. “Eva, honey, I definitely don’t think you’re a freak. I think you’re beautiful, caring and sensual, not to mention brilliant and funny. And a little vulnerable, which is very appealing. And your sexuality is unbelievable. I’m going to have to try to keep up with you talking dirty. All things I never would have suspected about you and a very, very pleasant surprise. But that’s not why I am falling for you.”

Eva’s eyes started welling with tears. “You’re falling for me? Does that mean what I think it means?” I nodded my head. “So why are you falling for me? Can you tell me?”

I hesitated. Did I go further than I had intended? I came very close to telling her I loved her, something I was feeling, I thought, but wasn’t sure I was telling her too soon. Fuck it, I went this far. I couldn’t leave her hanging. “Because I never met anyone like you. We click, Eva. I love how you’re not afraid to be smart, not afraid to be who you are. And what I’m feeling, I sense you’re feeling it too, something you can’t always define. Am I right?”

Eva hesitated as well. Then she said “I am. I can’t deny feeling something very special for you, though it kind of frightens me. I’ve never even had a relationship before. And now….I’m afraid to say it. I can say you give me so much confidence. I’ve always felt self assured. I had to because so few people were my friends. But you’re changing that for me. And I know it’s not because you’re manipulating me or using me. You like me. Or, do you love me, Jon? You’ve been skirting around that word.”

Put up or shut up time. “Yes. I love you. I can’t deny what I feel is so strong that it has to be love. I think about you when we’re not together. In my head, and especially in my heart.” I touched my chest right over my pounding heart.

Eva fell against me, sobbing. “Dammit, where have you been all these years, Jon? I love you too. My heart aches when I think about you. And my body….I get so hot sometimes thinking about you.” My arms were tight around her back and I was crying too. “And you open your heart to me. I know that’s harder for guys to do. And some girls, like me.”

We held each other, crying softly to each other. There was a ton of emotion here but it also was great to let it out. I lifted her chin and we kissed in small kisses that were comforting and romantic. Then we hugged each other like we were trying to keep the other from slipping through our arms.

After we got our composure, we went downstairs, got something to drink with a few cookies and turned on something on the TV, with the news coming on in a few minutes, then Saturday Night Live came on, with Richard Benjamin hosting and Rikki Lee Jones performing. All during the show, we cuddled and held hands, shared occasional kisses and just had a mellow time after the great excitement of earlier. Her parents came home after 12:30 and, unlike with some girls parents, Eva held me and told me we didn’t have to move apart. They said a short hello, then goodnight and went up to their bedroom after reminding me I was coming to dinner next Friday. We stayed together through the end of the show and then I got up to go home, We were spending all the next day together and we both needed a good nights sleep. Kissing her goodnight was not an easy nor short task, not after all that had gone on during the evening. We took some time, reluctant to leave each other, kissing and telling each other we loved each other, but finally we let each other go. I told her I’d pick her up at 11:30 and to please be ready. She promised she would, and I left floating on air. We made love in the most wonderful way and then, even more important, we admitted our love for each other. All in all, a pretty awesome night.

We were destined to have many, many more awesome nights as well as days.

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter on this new story. As always, your votes and comments are desired and appreciated