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Eve

By: WFEATHER



"Um... Mr. Randall?" 

I tried not to blush, but I knew I was not being successful. "Er... Um... Carrie needed me to get these and, uh... and send them for her, as she can't find this brand at the local stores there." 

"These" and "them" was a reference to tampons, and as awkward as it was for me to be buying them, as much as I wished that her mother was still alive to take this situation into her control, I tried to maintain as normal a demeanor as possible as I took out my wallet to pay for them. Fortunately, my daughter's best friend was working the only open register, so she would at least understand why a man was buying tampons. 

Fortunately, Eve understood. "I hadn't even considered that about studying overseas," she admitted as she began to process my purchases. "At least she has a loving Daddy willing to do something like this for her." 

I understood, for I had known Eve's father quite well. Bob was taken at a young age in an accident at a construction site; he had fortunately been knocked into a coma instantly, but the internal injuries were too severe for him to have a viable chance to recover. I had been there with Eve and her mother for the final moments of her father and my friend. 

"Your father would've done the same," I reassured her. 

"I hope so. I barely remember him." 

There was a pregnant pause as she finished scanning the purchases. She announced the total, and as I handed her the credit card, our fingertips touched briefly. 

That simple touch, brief and innocent, connected us. 

As she took the credit card from me, Eve looked up from the card to my face, as if seeing me in a new light. There was a grief we shared over the loss of someone close to us both, and that trumped the awkwardness of a middle-age man buying tampons for a daughter currently on the other side of the world. 

"If it was me instead, would you do this for me?" she asked softly, even though I was the only customer and the few other employees were either in the break room or were stocking at the other end of the store. 

"Sure," I acknowledged without hesitation. I had spent so much time around Eve that in some ways, she seemed like a second daughter to me. Carrie already considered Eve like the sister she never had, and my wife had also been fairly close with her mother, so our families were linked by something almost beyond mere friendship. To buy tampons for Eve when she was not in a position to do so herself seemed just as awkward as buying tampons for Carrie, but certainly no less meaningful. 

As I walked out of the drug store, I sensed something was different, but it was too soon to truly identify what it was. 

*****

Working from home as a consultant has its challenges, but it also has its benefits. One benefit was the ability to send the tampons via FedEx by using their online form and printing the label – no need to go to an actual post office and embarrass myself further by writing "tampons" on the custom form where plenty of people might see the transaction. Since this meant that I was sending a personal package using business funds, I would reimburse the company from my personal funds once I knew exactly how much this delivery would cost. 

Another benefit is that I am often home. It was great when Carrie was in school, as I could always be home when she returned from school, but the time she had spent in college was rather lonely, knowing that she would not be returning in a few hours, but perhaps in a few weeks. And with my daughter studying abroad, she would not be returning for a few months. 

Because of that, there were many evenings when I would sit at the table alone, practically in tears as I attempted to eat dinner. 

It was during such an evening, just a few hours after the usual FedEx driver had picked up the tampons, when the doorbell rang. That sound allowed me to set aside my loneliness and grief, and by the time I reached the front door, I was feeling more like my normal self again. 

I was stunned to open the door and see Eve on the front porch. 

"Mr. Randall... Hi." 

I invited her inside, wondering what had brought her to visit me when she definitely knew that my daughter was not even in the same hemisphere. 

Eve and I chatted for a while as we shared my dinner. The conversation primarily revolved around Carrie and a letter Eve had received from her earlier in the week. But eventually, the conversation turned. 

"The economy's getting worse," she said, in a tone which sounded much older than her twenty years. "Working part time at the drug store won't be good enough much longer, even with still living at home with my mom." 

"I see," I said. "So you came to me for some career advice?" 

She hesitated. "Not exactly," she finally admitted. "I like working at the drug store, especially the closing shifts since they pay a little more. But I've decided to try to find another part time job, perhaps four to six hours per day. It would help me to save for community college this fall and hopefully a true college next year, and I wouldn't feel so lazy and unproductive during the day." 

"That's quite admirable," I commended her. "So if you aren't looking for career advice, why come over to let me know about all this?" 

Eve hesitated again, then looked me straight in the eyes. "I'd like to work for you," she said, "just like Carrie did in high school and during the summers home from college." 

Her presence suddenly made sense, and I immediately recognized that her offer would be win-win for us. If Eve was available to run my business-related errands for me and take over many of my administrative tasks, I could focus more on assisting my clients. Since I had already known her for almost her entire life, I was quite comfortable with having her in my home during any absences, such as when traveling, and on the extra-long business trips, she would effectively be a much-needed house sitter as well. 

...and on a more personal level, it would be nice to have a feminine presence in the house on a consistent basis again. 

"That plan has plenty of merit," I agreed. "I'll definitely think about it. Why don't you give me a call sometime tomorrow, say in late afternoon? I should have a good idea by then of how this could work." 

Reaching across the table, Eve grasped my hand, smiling warmly. "Thank you, Mr. Randall! I know this will be good for us both." 

I gave her hand a squeeze as I returned her smile. I had not considered this situation before she had mentioned it, but I suddenly wondered how I had managed to work for so long without a consistent assistant. 

*****

It was almost 4:30PM when Eve called. "I've reviewed my business budget, and I can do this," I informed her. "Can you start on Monday and do four to six hours per day five days a week?" 

"Absolutely, Mr. Randall." Her smile was evident in her voice, and I could tell that she was trying to mask her enthusiasm. "I could work for you from, say, Noon to Five, take a few hours off, and then go to the drug store for my closing shifts." 

"Fair enough. But the most I can pay you right now is one dollar over Minimum Wage, and you'll need to work as a 1099." 

"That's good enough for me, Mr. Randall." 

"And by the way, there is a dress code with this job." 

"There is?" 

"It's simple, really: 'Wear something.'" 

Eve's laugh was genuine and infectious, and as I hung up the phone, I knew deep in my heart that I had made a good choice. 

*****

"Wear something," indeed! 

I had anticipated that, being the last gasp of winter, Eve would have arrived on Monday wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, or perhaps nice pants and a sweater. At first, she seemed dressed appropriately enough wearing a winter coat and jeans with tennis shoes and socks, but shortly after I closed the door, she shed the winter coat to reveal a swimsuit. 

...and a pair of nipples wishing to greet me. 

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. For an instant, I could have sworn that it was my precious Carrie standing before me and not my new employee. 

"She was right," I heard, which snapped my attention back to the present. "You do like seeing young women in swimsuits." 

I know I blushed, so I tried to cover my embarrassment as best as possible, laughing about the situation. "Okay, I'm caught!" I admitted, and she fortunately grinned with me. 

Eve had brought a backpack with her, and I had assumed that there was a sweatshirt or other more "mundane" top inside for her to wear, but she did not put on any other clothes over the swimsuit. Her nipples soon were not quite as prominent due to the warmer temperature in the house, but it was still strange – but definitely in a good way – to have an administrative assistant wearing a swimsuit in my working environment. 

The day went well as first days go. Eve did make a few mistakes, but that was to be expected since she really did not know how I worked or how I thought. Yet to see her nipples still unmistakable against the swimsuit whenever she faced me or to see her mostly-bare back when she was turned away from me provided a unique distraction. 

...a welcome distraction, but a distraction nonetheless. I know that there were a few times when my eyes lingered upon her for just a little too long, but if Eve noticed, she did not say anything about it. 

Then again, that was probably the point. I had once heard Eve confessing to my Carrie that she thought I was "hot." Personally, I just did not believe it. Carrie had often complimented me on how I looked, but I had always shrugged that aside – after all, she was my daughter, and quite likely predisposed to thinking so favorably of me, especially since she and I had been on our own for so long without her mother. 

And, admittedly, there were a few moments that afternoon when, gazing discretely (I hope) upon my new assistant, I felt a stirring in my slacks and a stronger beating in my chest. I had to remind myself that Eve was my daughter's age, that while not "forbidden" and illegal, she was certainly not someone I could be seen with publically in any romantic manner, so I should not be reacting to her like a horny teenage guy. 

However, the swimsuit essentially turned me into a horny teenage guy. In my discreet gazes, my eyes noted the form of her breasts, how they were accentuated by the swimwear, how they drew my mind away from my work... 

In a way, it was a relief when it was nearly time for Eve to leave and prepare for her next part time job. Perhaps it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn that she made a show of donning her coat in my presence just so that my eyes could linger upon her twin swells one final time that day. 

Throughout the evening and well into the night, Eve was on my mind – both because she was a rather fast learner, and because I found myself attracted to her. 

*****

The next day, Eve did not wear a swimsuit. Instead, she wore a tight-fitting ribbed top, its gray color seeming to accentuate her breasts. It was easy to discern the outline of her bra, which also explained the lack of indentations from her nipples. The expansion and contraction of her chest was also quite noticeable as she breathed. 

Similarly, her jeans were practically molded to her. If I had not known better, I could have sworn that she had been poured into a stiffened version of her jeans, with her innate body heat causing the jeans to flex enough for her to walk. 

Wearing such an outfit, Eve's curves were very much accentuated. Whenever she walked away from me, my eyes lingered on her buttocks, noting how they shifted gracefully as she moved about. Not until that afternoon had I ever noticed just how toned and essentially sculpted her legs were – particularly her thighs, which strained nicely against the denim, seeming to nudge it slightly outward from its intended position even when she was standing still. 

...and when she bent over while facing away from me, the first thought which came to my mind was: I wish I could spank her, just to see her reaction. 

That thought haunted me the rest of the afternoon, and well into the evening. For the first time in months, I dug out an old videotape and watched it: The last time I spanked my wife, culminating with powerful, possessive thrusts into her all-too-willing body and my hand over her mouth to prevent her from making too much noise and alerting the neighbors of what we were doing in our bedroom on that wonderful evening. 

Yet as I watched the faded images and listened to the distorted sound, as I stroked myself in the darkness, I saw not my wife's face and I heard not my wife's voice, but the face and the voice of my daughter's best friend, my new administrative assistant. 

"Eve!!!" 

I could not even utter all of her name before orgasm wracked me, and while it felt good to climax after such a long time without that carnal pleasure, I truly wished that I could unleash my seed upon her. 

...or, even better: inside her. 

The thought of filling her young body reinvigorated me. 

The thought of her age concerned me. 

The thought of her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as she milked me with her precious sex tipped me over the edge once again. 

I did not sleep very much that night, for my mind was filled with images and imaginings of Eve. 

*****

Given that Eve was my daughter's best friend, I had seen her semi-often over the years. I had watched Carrie grow from a sweet little girl into a fine young woman, and I had noticed the similar changes in Eve. Since I had not seen Eve nearly as often, when I did see her, the transition from girl to woman had seemed quite profound. 

What I had really never seen – or, more precisely, really never noticed – until Eve began working for me was her sexual aspect. It had been clear on the first two days she worked for me, given how her clothes were essentially molded to her body. The third day was no different in that respect, for she wore a strapless dress which was also designed to force others to notice her graceful curves. 

That Wednesday was different, however, in that she touched me. 

Often. 

For no apparent reason. 

Her arm would brush mine as I stood beside her to show her how to conduct a new task. Her fingertips would make brief contact with mine as she handed me something. 

And then, toward the end of the day, much to my surprise, she stepped around my chair and stood behind me and began to massage my shoulders. 

There was an electricity in her touch. There was care and concern, as well as desire. 

"You don't need to do this," I said in a half-hearted attempt to keep this from blossoming beyond the realm of my control. 

"It's okay," Eve countered softly. "I enjoy massages, both receiving and giving." 

Closing my eyes, I gave in. Leaning back in the chair, I allowed her to work upon me, even though I realized that if she happened to look, she would see how her touches were exciting me. 

I must admit that Eve did a good job. It had been several months since I had last been treated to a massage, and that was at my daughter's hands. That had been when I was laying upon my bed, and she sat beside me and leaned over to work upon my back. Absently, I wondered if Carrie had taught Eve her skills, for the way my young assistant worked was very similar. 

"You're hard." It was not an accusatory tone. Instead, it was merely an observation, yet I still felt my face redden with embarrassment. 

The massage ended, and she draped her arms across the front of my chest, leaning forward so that the back of my head rested between her breasts. Her hands meandered absently across my chest, and I wondered if she could feel the quickening rhythm of my heartbeat. 

I began to lift my hands from the armrests, then hesitated. The twitching within my slacks propelled my hands higher and higher until they pressed Eve's hands against my chest, side-by-side over my heart. 

We remained like that for several minutes, my head at one point turning to press a cheek directly against a breast. Permeating the sensual material of her strapless black dress, the soft warmth against my cheek was wonderful, and I realized that it had been far, far too long since I had last enjoyed any intimacy with a woman, since I had last felt cherished. 

"I'd better go, Mr. Randall," Eve whispered, a note of sadness in her angelic voice. I nodded against her breast as she extracted her hands, then lifted my head away, still "feeling" the warm material of her dress against my cheek. 

All too soon, she was gone. All too soon, I was alone. 

That evening, I could feel a headache forming, and only then realized that I was out of Tylenol since I had given the last of my Tylenol to a client who had dropped by for a rare visit a few weeks earlier. Before the headache grew too nasty, I trudged out into the cold night air and drove. 

I did not go to the nearby convenience store, however, nor to the grocery store a few blocks beyond that. I went instead to the drug store where Eve was working.  

She had changed into the store uniform, so she did not look quite as stunning as she had in my home earlier in the day. Yet her eyes sparkled when she saw me enter the store and she waved at me with enthusiasm before returning to her duties at the only open register. 

Soon, I was at the register with a box of Tylenol. "It's good to see you again, Mr. Randall," she noted happily. 

She was glowing. I do not know if anyone else in the store had noticed, but to my eyes, Eve was glowing. I felt warmer, as if she was radiating the heat of the sun itself. My headache receded, lessened. Simply being in her presence seemed to be vanquishing the distress behind my eyes. 

Our fingers touched briefly as I handed her the money, then again as she handed me the small bag with the Tylenol inside. During the transaction, our chatter had been brief, friendly, respectable, mundane, yet I could feel an undercurrent of something else, something more... 

And soon I was again in the cold night air, crossing the parking lot to the car, still able to "feel" her touch upon my fingers. 

*****

Thursday, Eve was back to being rather obvious with the fact that she wanted me to admire her. She wore a skirt, and when she removed her coat, she revealed the swimsuit underneath. She soon removed her shoes and socks, and even the skirt quickly followed, so that she pranced around all afternoon wearing just the swimsuit, a necklace, and earrings. All afternoon, my eyes kept returning to her, admiring her openly. Several times, she was clearly aware that I was watching her, caressing her with my eyes, undressing her in my mind, and she smiled seductively each time. Throughout the afternoon, she touched me as often as she could, sometimes simply standing beside or behind me with a hand on my shoulder. 

Toward the end of the afternoon, as I took a quick break and made coffee in the kitchen, Eve came to join me, still clad in the swimsuit. "I'm glad you think I'm pretty, Mr. Randall," she confessed as she leaned against the refrigerator. "It's nice to be appreciated." 

I had to wonder where this conversation was going. "You are definitely pretty," I conceded. "It's been rather hard not to notice." 

"I guess so," she responded somewhat quickly, "given that you've been rather hard several times this week, including today." 

I tried not to blush, but I was not successful. "It's okay, Mr. Randall," she said quietly, stepping away from the refrigerator and approaching me. With her hands clasped together behind her and her elbows drawn in as tightly as possible, her chest was naturally thrust forward enough to definitely cause my eyes to take note of her breasts. They were not big, but they definitely were not tiny. They were adorned with hardening nipples straining against the material of the swimsuit. 


Eve



Hello people. Hope you are doing well out there in Fantasy Land. What, you say you are not in Fantasy Land? Oh you will be soon. Don't worry, because we are going deep into Fantasy Land. So deep, we may never return. And believe me, you will go to Fantasy Land with me. Even if I have to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. So come with me, to Fantasy Land.

It all started innocently enough one fine day back in the eighties. If you recall from a previous story, Rich and I ventured into the alarm business. This was in addition to our core business of telephone system installation and repair. In order to design better alarm systems we hired a guy named Carl. A real whiz kid. A bit nerdy, but a real genius. If you recall Carl invented a time machine. I being the adventurous type, was the first to try it out. Went all the way back to Chicago 1962. Had a great time by the way. Oh yea, that girl was fine, like fine wine. It took me a while to recover after I got back. Let me tell you people, this time travel stuff is rough on the body. Talk about jet lag, you have no idea. But, anyway...I thought it time to give it another try. I had time to get back in the swing of things and I was just itching for a new adventure. So, while at the office one day I decided it was time to talk to Carl again.

"Carl my man." I started.

"Yes." He answered.

"Carl, does that time machine of yours still work?" I asked.

"Oh yes." He said excitedly, "In fact it is better than ever. I can send you anywhere, anytime real quick now."

"Good." I said, "Hey, you don't think we can try it out again do you?"

"Um, I don't see why not." He said, "I just have to start it up. Give me a minute."

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed for a moment as needles moved and panel lights flashed. There was a momentary hum from the machine.

"Where do you want to go this time?" Carl asked hesitantly.

"Oh, I want to go way back this time. All the way back to the time of Adam and Eve." I stated with confidence, "You know, the dawn of creation. The origin of mankind."

"Oh, I don't know." Started Carl, "That might be a bit dangerous. There might still be dinosaurs and wild animals running around. You sure?"

"Oh yea, I'm sure." I stated. I think I was sure, but what the heck. How dangerous can it be? I mean, this is a fantasy.

"Well, alright." Carl said.

"Oh, by the way." I started, "How do I get back?"

Last time I just sort of got lucky. This time I had to ask.

"Just snap your fingers on your right hand three times in a row." Carl answered.

Hmmm...Three times in a row. I have to remember that.

"Well, I'm ready. Shall we do it?" I asked boldly.

Carl pushed some buttons and twirled some knobs. Colored lights flickered on and off as the machine hummed louder. He punched some numbers into his keyboard. Once again the room started to spin out of control. I felt funny. My head started to spin and I felt lightheaded. I shook, I started to sweat. My mind started to race at a fast pace. I was out of control and there was no stopping it now.

I woke up on a deserted beach. The water was relatively calm as the waves gently kissed the shoreline. The sky was a deep blue with a few snow white clouds hanging low like cotton candy. There were trees off in the distance as the white sand beach receded into what appeared to be woods. I took in the beautiful scenery for a moment. The air seemed so fresh and pure by the water I didn't want to leave the gorgeous white sand. I knew I had a mission, though. I turned away from the water and started walking towards the woods.

Once I reached the wooded area I was once again in awe of the natural beauty. As I walked through the dense forest, I looked up and saw seemingly endless amounts of colorful birds flying around carefree in a truly natural habitat. The trees all seemed to have leaves of deep green and grew straight and tall. I could hear the calls of various animals in the distance, no doubt not used to a human visitor passing through. After continuing on for some time longer, I paused to rest. I leaned against the bark of a large oak tree and took a deep breath. The air was so clean and pure it seemed to have almost a cleansing effect on the body. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like footsteps.

"Who goes there?" I asked quietly.

There was silence.

"Who is there?" I inquired.

I walked for a moment and suddenly came face to face with a handsome, youthful man dressed in only a couple of fig leaves and a vine. He was carrying a few coconuts and seemed quite startled as I approached.

"I'm sorry." I said as he suddenly drew back, "You must be Adam."

The young man looked me over cautiously for a minute. His gaze was intense at first as he sized me up. After a few more moments he spoke.

"Coconut?" He held out his hand offering me his find.

"No, I just ate." I said, "Thanks anyway."

"Coconut." Adam repeated.

"No, um, I'm Alan. Pleased to meet you." I offered him my hand.

Adam stared at me again in curiosity. I had to be the first man he has ever seen. After a few moments he stuck out his hand and shook mine.

"Adam." He said.

"Yes, you're Adam." I confirmed. There was no doubt in my mind who he was.

"Adam." He repeated, this time pointing to himself, "Adam."

Not much of a talker I thought to myself. I guess language skills were not particularly well developed back then. Adam will never be known in history for his literary skills. Heck, history is not even a subject yet in schools. Come to think of it, there aren't even schools yet. We are still thousands of years away from literature and poetry. I am starting to see why.

We travel a fairly well worn path through the dense forest. I can tell Adam has taken this route many times before. He seems to know exactly where he is going. After a while the trees start to become more widely spaced. I can see bright blue skies overhead. I can hear birds singing in the distance. The sun is shining brightly on this beautiful clear day. There are colorful flowers everywhere as hummingbirds and bees fly around gathering nectar. We are soon standing in the middle of this giant paradise. In the center a giant fruit tree rises up majestically. I think to myself that this has to be the most beautiful place I have ever seen. I realize we are in the Garden of Eden.

While standing in the garden a chimpanzee runs up to us excitedly and grabs Adam's hand.

"Brenda." Adam says, pointing to the chimp.

"Brenda?" I ask.

"Brenda." He repeats.

Brenda the chimp. OK, so it is Adam, Eve and Brenda the chimp. Don't recall reading that in the Bible. Then again I don't recall reading the Bible, but that is another story.

The three of us start walking towards a thatched hut. It is a crude affair, covered partially in dried mud and leaves. Adam goes inside briefly while Brenda and I wait outside. In a moment, Adam emerges with the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen. She has auburn hair and big green eyes that sparkle in the sun. She is wearing only fig leaves, strategically placed and held by a vine tied in the back. Hmmm, I think. I wonder how easy that is to untie.

"You must be Eve." I start. "I'm Alan."

"Eve. Eve." Adam smiles, obviously proud of his gorgeous mate.

I look into Eve's gorgeous eyes as she stands in the Garden of Eden. Man, there is something I'd like to plant in her garden I think to myself. Eve just smiles back silently.  In a moment Brenda seems to get a bit agitated. I look to my right and see two chimpanzees going at it as the male takes the female from behind. 

Suddenly, Adam grabs Eve and bends her over. He gets behind her and starts humping away. I cover my eyes not really wanting to see the sight before me. Brenda is jumping up and down excitedly and making all sorts of chimp noises. In a minute it is over. I uncover my eyes to see Adam standing there with a big proud grin on his face and Eve looking a bit unenthusiastic.

"Like monkey." I say, pointing off towards the chimps.

"Like monkey." Adam says with a huge grin on his face.

I think to myself that this Adam guy is a real minuteman. I guess he doesn't have much to go on. It will be years before sex books and Playboy magazine. Heck, it will be at least a hundred thousand years before sex fantasy web sites. I wonder what people do around here for entertainment I think to myself. Then it hits me. Eve has probably never had an orgasm. Not if all she has is Adam. I start to realize the first woman in the world has never had her first orgasm.

Wow, was my mind racing as I stood there in the Garden of Eden. I felt like saying to Adam, move over son and I'll show you how it's done. Somehow it didn't really seem right though, did it? Messing with scripture and all. No, not me.

I looked at Eve standing there after she straightened up. She had a coy smile on her face. She was looking at me with what I perceived to be a longing look. Man, she was hot looking in those fig leaves. She was without a doubt not used to seeing other guys in the area. All she had was Adam. At least she didn't have to worry about him cheating on her. Hell, if he ever came home smelling of sex, she would have to look at Brenda. I didn't really want to think about it.

"You come here often?" I asked her, trying to lighten the mood.

Eve just stared at me with those big starry eyes. What was going on in her mind I wondered? Did the first woman on Earth find me attractive? I know Adam had first dibs, but man was my mind racing again.

Eve didn't say much. Linguistic skills apparently left a lot to be desired in those days. Wow, I thought. Here is a hot looking woman that doesn't talk. As I stood there in the Garden of Eden staring at Eve, I knew this had to be a fantasy.

Later that day Adam took me for a tour of the garden with Brenda as Eve stayed home and did her chores. We returned to the hut later for a meal of dinosaur and coconut milk. After that the four of us took a stroll around the Garden of Eden. As we were strolling along, once again Brenda became agitated. I looked out in the field and once again saw two chimps going at it. Once again, Adam bent Eve over and started humping her from behind. Once again, Brenda started jumping up and down making loud chimp noises. Once again, I closed my eyes not really needing to see the first couple getting it on.

I thought to myself, why isn't Eve pregnant? I mean Adam has certainly been giving it to her at every opportunity. Could the first man be shooting blanks? I wondered.

When it was over, about a minute later, Adam once again had that huge grin on his face.

"Like monkey." He said proudly.

"Like monkey." I agreed.

That night we all slept comfortably on straw on the floor of the hut. It was a cool evening and sleeping was easy except for Brenda's snoring. When morning came, Eve cooked a hearty breakfast of dinosaur eggs and coconut milk. After breakfast we all took a stroll through the garden. The roses were in full bloom along with a wide variety of other flowers. It was quite beautiful and colorful. I picked a rose and handed it to Eve. She took it and smiled at me, her big eyes sparkling in the morning sun. 

We strolled on until we came to the coconut groves. The coconuts hung in reach, like Christmas ornaments at the holiday season. It all looked so glorious. As we strolled slowly enjoying the wonderful fresh morning air in the Garden, once again Brenda became agitated. I looked over yonder and once again I saw two chimps getting it on in full view. Once again Adam got excited and started humping Eve from behind as Brenda jumped up and down wildly. Once again I shielded my eyes. 

After a brief moment my curiosity got the best of me. I took my hands away from my face and surveyed the scene before me. I almost could not believe my eyes. As Brenda jumped up and down, Adam was humping away just as he observed the monkeys doing. Except as I got closer I realized nobody had told him he has to actually stick his cock in one of the holes! 

As I stood there wide-eyed in amazement it dawned on me. Not only has the first woman on the planet never had an orgasm, but she is most likely still a virgin! I had to act fast.

I walked over to one of the coconut trees and grabbed a coconut with each hand. I walked over beside Adam as he was humping on Eve's butt and put out my left hand containing one of the coconuts.

"Coconut?" I asked.

Adam paused and glanced at the coconut for a moment. With the other hand I whacked him on the back of the head with the other coconut. He immediately went down.

Eve looked up in bewilderment as Brenda continued jumping up and down. 

"Help me drag him over there." I said to Eve. She did not seem to understand.

I dragged Adam's groggy body over to one of the coconut trees and tied him to the trunk with a vine. A few minutes later he awoke, still with a throbbing erection. Oh well, I thought. Tough luck, though I thought I saw Brenda heading over that way. Definitely don't want to look at that.

I grabbed Eve by the hand. She smiled at me and stared up with those big green eyes. Her long auburn hair shone brightly in the sun. We walked hand in hand to the middle of the Garden of Eden under the big fruit tree. I grabbed Eve by the shoulders and planted a big passionate kiss on her luscious lips. I proceeded to nibble at her cheek as my tongue found it's way to her ear lobe. I delicately caressed her ear lobes with my tongue as she sighed.

I then made my way down her neck with my soft kisses holding her firm by the shoulders. When I got to her breasts, I tore away the fig leaves revealing perky young nipples that pointed to the morning sky. I teased her engorged nipples with my tongue as I caressed her perfect rounded breasts. Her soft moans filled my ears as the fresh air and scent of the wild flowers filled my nostrils.

I made my way down her stomach with my kisses until I got to the fig leaf covering her soft mound. I undid the vine holding the leaf in place with my teeth as I laid her down under the apple tree in the Garden of Eden. I spread her legs and kissed her from her toes up towards her womanhood paying special attention to the insides of her soft thighs. I kissed and nibbled alternately at each thigh as I approached her soft mound. Her wetness was glistening in the morning sun as she lies on her back among the wild flowers in the Garden of Eden. Her delicate scent intermingled with the scent of the many flowers and plants forming a feast for my senses as I began to kiss her delicate folds with my lips and tongue. Her soft moans became increasingly louder as I worked my tongue in circles around her engorged button as I fingered her moist love canal. As her body responded to my increased stimulation, I rose up on my knees and presented her wanting womanhood with my engorged member. Slowly inserting my entire length, I began to thrust. Slowly at first I began to take the first woman on Earth under the apple tree. Gradually increasing my intensity, her moans turned to screams of passion as her tightening pussy clenched my shaft and milked me of every drop. We both came together, the first woman on Earth and myself as brightly colored birds and animals nodded in approval from their distant perches.

When it was over, we held each other close enjoying each other's company. We each glanced at each other longingly recalling the special moment we just shared.

Eve and I began to make love on a regular basis in the Garden of Eden. Sometimes under the apple tree, other times in meadows of wildflowers as the birds sang overhead. It was all very romantic as we fed each other wild berries right off the vine and walked hand in hand through this paradise. It seemed Eve forgot all about Adam at this point.

Our lovemaking trysts went on for a number of days. One morning while sitting under the apple tree with Eve, I noticed she had been getting sick. Was she pregnant, I thought? This was about a hundred thousand years before the pill. Then it hit me. If I impregnated the first woman on the planet, that would make me the father of the universe. All mankind would be my descendents. Wow, I thought. It was truly mindboggling.

As I was basking in my newfound importance, something else suddenly hit me. If I am the father of all mankind, that might come with a bit of responsibility. Food, clothing, college, child support. Oh my God, I thought. Just as I was starting to think I want out, an apple fell out of the tree and hit Eve on the head. I was just about to snap my fingers three times when I saw Eve pick it up and put it to her mouth.

"Don't eat that!" I shouted. 

It was too late. She took a bite.

Suddenly dark clouds started to form overhead. The sky turned pitch black as the Earth started to tremble.

"We got to get out of here!" I yelled.

I grabbed Eve by the hand and began running towards the forest. On the way we went through the coconut grove. Adam was still tied to the tree with Brenda nearby.

"Almost forgot." I exclaimed.

I quickly untied Adam and led the three of them through the forest. Loud thunder bursts and bolts of lightning struck the ground around us as the Garden of Eden was slowly destroyed. The high winds and torrential rains were making it difficult to see but we found our way to the shore. It was calm by the shore. The clear blue water was still and the sun shone over the white sand.

I turned and looked at my hosts. Eve looked longingly at me with those big green eyes. Brenda looked at me, well like a chimp. Adam just looked at me.

I turned to Eve and spoke.

"Look girl, we had some good times together but I have to move on." I started, "I think you learned a few things maybe you can pass on."

I casually glanced at Adam who looked like he needed a shower.

Eve just continued her longing glances with those big eyes. I knew what I had to do.

"Goodbye people. Later." I spoke.

With that I turned back towards the water and snapped the fingers of my right hand three times.

I suddenly felt everything around me start to spin. My mind started to race as I began to shake. I felt lightheaded as everything began spinning real fast.

I woke up back in a chair at work. Carl was standing in front of me staring.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"Would you believe I'm your great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather?" I asked.

Carl just continued to stare at me. I got up and went into my office and sat down at my desk. I felt hungry from the trip. I was hoping I had something to eat in my desk.

I opened the desk drawer. Only thing I have to eat is an apple. Suddenly I lost my appetite. I went back to work.

07-10-09



Eve and Andi



It was the first of the month and rent was due. Andi was short about two hundred bucks and knew they had been late last month as well. The apartment manager tried to be nice about it but she also made it clear that she answered to a higher authority (the property management company) and that if Andi and her boyfriend were late on their rent again, they would get more than a late fee. Andi's boyfriend, Carter, was out of town on a business trip. When she asked him about the rent before he left, he simply told her she should do whatever she could to sort it out with Eve, the apartment manager.

Andi was pissed but she didn't know what to do. Her schedule had been hectic with job searching but she hadn't found anything steady. She sold a few photos in an art show but even with that money, it wasn't enough and she knew she had to come up with something fast before Eve came knocking on her door. She wracked her brain thinking about how to sell a few more photos or about borrowing money from her dad but she hated to do that. 

She called up her best friend, Rain, who was quite an entrepreneur and sold knitted goods at street fairs to make ends meet since her recent divorce. 

"Jesus Rain, I am 30 years old... too old to not have rent money."

"It's alright Andi, we will come up with something. Think about what you can do. I mean, you can sell your photos at the next street fair I am doing."

"Well when is that?"

"Next Thursday, the 7th."

"Shit, Rain. Thanks all the same but that's too late and Eve said the next time we were late..."

Rain cut her off... "I know, let's have a bake sale!"

"Rain, I totally appreciate your enthusiasm babe but isn't that a little 'youth group fundraiser' even for me?"

"Yeah, I guess so. But you went to culinary school and you never really bake anymore."

An idea began to rise up in Andi. "I have the best idea! I will make up a flier and teach a baking class. Can I use your house?"

"Sure sweetie." Andi was glad Rain got the house in the divorce. 

"Ok, well, I am going to get on that. I will email you the flier to put up in your neighborhood and I will put one up in my apartments. You are the best! Love you!"

"Love you too babe!"

Rain was Andi's best friend and they had always been there for each other, since they were 13 years old. They had gotten in their share of trouble together but they had never been mad at each other and they always came up with creative money making ideas together.

Andi fired up her laptop and made a quick flier on word. She kept it simple and sweet with her name, phone number, and the header "Baking Lessons, Price Negotiable." For good measure she added a photo of a clip art loaf of bread. It was nothing fancy but it would do. She emailed it to Rain and then printed off five copies to put up around her apartments. She figured there was no time like the present and grabbed some push pins to go tack them up.

When she got to the laundry room, she was glistening with sweat. It was really hot outside and even hotter in a room with 10 dryers. That's when the flaw in her plan occurred to her, it was easily 90 degrees and who would want to learn how to bake when it is 90 degrees outside? She figured it was too late so she hung the flier anyway a headed on back to her sweltering apartment. Even with the sliding glass doors open and all of the fans blasting, it was sticky-hot at best and unbearable at most. She felt like it was probably hot enough to bake bread on the counter top. She cracked a cool one and slid a wedge of fresh cut lime down into the bottleneck. All she had to do then was wait. 

It was too hot in the bedroom to sleep so she lie on the couch in boxers and an undershirt and fell asleep watching a bad porno. It seemed like Carter was gone a lot these days and she has been insatiable. She felt like she might have to take on another side job to support her porn habit. Since Carter was gone, she felt no need to clean up and her erotica books, dirty magazines, and rented porno's were all over the living room. It was a regular jill-off palace at her place. The fake orgasm and whirring fan put her right to sleep.

The next morning a loud knocking on the front door awoke Andi. It was almost a "cop knock" like someone was about to bust the door wide open. Confused, and in the middle of a hot dream, Andi stumbled to the door, still in her boxers and undershirt. She looked through the peephole and saw the apartment manager, Eve, standing on her doorstep. 

"Fuck, not now" she thought.

She opened the door a little bit. 

"Look," she whined, "I know my rent is late but I am trying to figure it out and I totally know I am in trouble with you but Carter..."

"Stop!" Eve assertively interjected. "That's not why I'm here."

Maybe it was the dream she had been having or the fact that she was usually scared of seeing Eve since it meant she had done something wrong, but she had never noticed how incredibly gorgeous Eve was. Her eyes were captivating and deep brown in color. She was shorter than Eve by a few inches but she had a solid stature that oozed confidence. She was solid and strong. She had large, round breasts and a small waist but a firm, ample belly. Her skin was cocoa, smooth looking, and Andi found herself magnetically pulled to Eve at that moment. She wanted to slide her had down velvety arms. She had never really been attracted to a woman enough to act on it before but something about Eve's confidence and closely cropped head made Andi a bit weak in the knees.

Eve snapped her back to reality. "I'm not here for that. Is this yours?" She held in her hand, one of the pink fliers Andi made the night before. 

"Oh..." Andi was confused, "yes, that is mine, look, if it's not OK that I posted it, I'm really sorry."

Now it was Eve's turn to look confused. "No, it's not that. It's just that, well, my girlfriend has been traveling abroad for months and I just thought I should make her something really special when she gets back. Do you think you can teach me to bake bread?"

"Yeah! Of course I can. I am using my friend's kitchen so I will have to set up a time and date to do it. Can you do it tomorrow?" Andi was thrilled. She thought she could kill two birds with one stone and earn some money while getting in good with the manager." 

"She gets back tomorrow so I have to do it today. Can you do it?"

"Well, I think my friend is working today but I can call her." Andi worried that her opportunity was quickly walking out the door. 

"Can't we just do it here? How about right now?"

Andi's head was reeling and she was desperately trying to figure out how to make this work. 

"Yeah, I guess so... let me think... yes, I have all of the ingredients here. Come on in."

Andi stepped out of the way to let Eve in to the apartment. Her large frame took up all of the doorway so she stepped sideways as Eve drifted past her. Her scent was overwhelming. She smelled like some sweet men's cologne and sweat. And no wonder she was sweating, she had on long jeans, belted, with a long sleeve dress shirt tucked in. 

As Eve got further into the apartment and started to look around, Andi suddenly remembered her porn was laying around. It was too late. Eve looked a little bit curious and Andi was mortified. 

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. If you could just give me a minute to pick up. Carter has been out of town for awhile and..."

"Don't worry about it, Andi, my place looks the same. Remember what I said about my girlfriend." 

Andi felt reassured. "Right. Sorry. So, you have a girlfriend? Like, girlfriend girlfriend or like roommate girlfriend?" She immediately regretted her question. "I am so sorry, it is totally none of business."

"It's fine. Seriously, I am not shy. She's my actual girlfriend. We have been together about three years." Her skin was shimmering with sweat and she seemed all too happy to talk about her girlfriend. 

"Great, that's really cool. That's about how long Carter and I have been together."

An awkward tension seemed to be building but Andi couldn't put her finger on what it was.

"Anyway, let's talk about what kind of bread you want to make!" Andi seemed eager to ease the tension with the actual purpose of the visit.

Eve took over with the confidence she always seemed to exude and lead herself right to the kitchen. 

"Where do you keep your cookbooks? I was thinking just a nice loaf of fresh French bread or maybe some Challah, my girlfriend is Jewish." 

Andi gestured to the bookcase with the cookbooks on it. She grabbed a rubber band from around her wrist and tied up her long, strawberry blond locks. 

"Listen, I am just going to go change really quick, go ahead and look through the books. That green one has a great French bread loaf on page17." Andi was dying to put a bra on at least.

"Don't change on my account. You look really comfortable." Eve looked her up and down like she was eying a glass of ice water dancing across a scorching desert toward her. Andi felt Eve's gaze glide over her body but she felt anything but self-conscious. Eve inspected the large, round body before her, the alabaster, creamy skin, tattooed with many colorful images. She admired the obviously pierced nipples poking out of Andi's undershirt, affixed to small, pert breasts. She let her eyes rest on Andi's substantial belly and generous thighs. Andi felt then like she was intoxicated and that she had just been drunk up through a straw and digested inside of Eve, a very comfortable place to be.

"Well, if you don't mind..." Andi felt a stirring in her, which clearly came from the attention. Her nipples got even harder beneath her less than adequate, ribbed cotton undershirt and she felt her clit throbbing. She didn't have any idea what was happening to her. She had never really been with a woman and wasn't sure of what she had experienced was actually sexual in nature. She had kissed a girl once in high school but she got freaked out and never told anyone about it. She had fantasized about women but she had never really met one she was this attracted to. It was magnetizing. It was arresting. It was hot in her kitchen. To distract herself, Andi turned on the oven and got out her mixing bowls and measuring cups.

"Can I do anything to help yet?" Andi had been lost in her own mind and had forgotten that she was supposed to be teaching Eve, which meant every step of he way she would have to guide her. She had no idea that the tables would soon be turned.

"Yeah, ok, grab those silver canisters and we can get started." She didn't even need a recipe really. She had been making her favorite bread recipe since she was just a little girl. She would help her mom and when it was time to bake the bread, her mom would cut off a small piece of dough that Andi would shape into a turtle or a heart and that she got to eat it all by herself when it was done baking. 

Andi grabbed the yeast and explained to Eve how they had to mix the yeast with hot water and a little bit of sugar to get the yeast started. "It gets all bubbly and active and then it's ready to go." As an afterthought she added, "You know, it's like foreplay." She immediately regretted saying it because the tension in the room was already obvious and she was just contributing to it. 

Eve, on the other hand, didn't even blink. She just listened and stared at Andi. It was the kind of stare someone who was deciding whether or not to cheat on their girlfriend might make and they both knew it. Andi opened the fridge and poured some ice-cold water out of the pitcher into two glasses. "Here... let's cool off a bit." Of course she only intended her comment to be literal but the metaphoric implications were also obvious. Eve took the water but did not break eye contact. 

After some awkward conversation about books and poetry, the yeast was ready. Andi started measuring the other ingredients and explaining to Eve how to mix them in. When it came time to let the dough rise, it was clear that it would be awkward to remain in the kitchen but the only other option was the porn scattered living room. Andi decided to brave it. 

Once they settled in the living room, Eve began to look around. 

"I love that print you have... is it Waterhouse?"

"No, actually it's Rosetti... they had a similar style. Their women were beautiful, don't you think? I have always loved the women with the long, soft looking hair and colorful lips."

"Long hair is too hot."

Andi realized that Eve had a shaved head and clearly didn't favor long hair. Her own hair was wrapped up in two buns on the side of her head. She had been growing it for a few years. 

"Yeah, actually it is too hot. I used to shave my head but I just decided to see how patient I could be and let it grow."

Eve sensed that Andi was a bit uncomfortable. She hadn't meant to imply that Andi's hair wasn't attractive. 

"Your hair is beautiful. Take it down."

Andi wasn't sure if she had heard Eve right. There was something commanding about the voice that made her feel like she must comply, like it was more of a demand than a request. Something about having this spicy butch woman bossing her around made her even hotter. Without hesitation or questioning, she unwound her buns, laying the booby pins on the coffee table.

"See now, your long hair is beautiful. The red is so striking. Is it your natural color?"

"No, well, I am blond and I dye it red but it goes well with my coloring. At least that is what people tell me." She was blushing like a schoolgirl crushed out on a teacher.

"It looks so soft." Eve reached out to touch Andi's hair and just then the timer went off. Andi felt almost relieved by the sound and she rushed up to the kitchen to turn the dough out. She got a large, silicone mat out of the cupboard and she sprinkled flour on it as she explained how important it was to keep the bread dough from sticking to the mat while kneading it. Eve watched Andi double the dough over itself and press down, making the muscles in her fleshy upper arm stand out. 

"Ok, now you try..." Andi stepped aside, wet clumps of dough entwined in her fingers.

Eve stood next to the board and began copying Andi's technique. 

"You make it look so easy. Perhaps I am doing something wrong?"

Andi came and took over, demonstrating the technique again. Eve stood directly behind her. Andi could feel Eve's hot breath on her neck but she was afraid to stop what she was doing. Butterflies had begun in her stomach and she wasn't sure how to respond. Eve put her arms around Andi and slid her hands down Andi's arms very gently. She held Andi's arms and did the kneading with her.

"There, you see, that's not so bad," said Andi with a croak.

"Are you alright Andi?"

Andi was visibly trembling now. He croak must have given away her discomfort.

"Yes, I'm... I'm... just hot is all."

Andi tried to turn around but Eve forcefully laid her palms down on top of Andi's and pinned them to the counter on either side of the dough. Andi immediately felt the familiar wetness in her crotch of irreversible hunger. She thought she might pass out. She was afraid to move. She was stunned and shaking from the sexual adrenaline.

"Well then," cooed Eve in her ear, "Maybe you just need to take it easy and cool off. Don't move... I will get your water."

Just as suddenly as she had pinned her down, Eve let go and walked off into the living room. Andi knew better than to move. She had no idea what would happen but she didn't want to blow the moment. Eve came back in the room with the glass of ice-cold water. She came back up behind Andi and pushed her body against Andi's, pinning her to the counter again. She reached around to Andi's front and slowly poured the glass of water down the front of her tank top, soaking the thin cotton and setting Andi's nipples on fire. 

"Now there, that should cool you down."

Eve was so seamless in her execution of this move that Andi wondered whether or not this was really happening. 

"Is that better?"

"Uh... I... ah... yes?" Andi's mind was racing with possibilities. If only one of the porno's she had watched had a plot half as good as this, she wouldn't ever be sexually frustrated again.

"Do you like that Andi? I have been thinking about you for a long time."

"Uh... you have?"

"Yes. Once when you came back from the pool you undressed in your living room and your curtain was open. I saw you and I knew I needed to have you. It seemed like you knew I was watching and you were so languid in your movements."

"Yes..." she tried to explain but nothing else would come out. She remembered that day. She was so hot she couldn't bear to close the curtains all the way and block out the breeze. It was the middle of the day so she didn't really think anyone was around to see her. She had moved so slowly because she was slightly sunburned and every movement that creased her skin put her in pain.

Eve took Andi's silence as consent and slid her hands around Andi's waist and slowly up Andi's clinging tank top. She cupped Andi's small breasts in her hands and squeezed the nipples between two fingers. Andi couldn't help herself. She moaned audibly. Her nipples were pierced and they were extremely sensitive. The moisture continued to pool in her shorts and her clit throbbed. She wanted more but she was afraid to ask for it lest it destroy the magnitude of the moment. Eve clearly got off on power and Andi wanted to play along. 

Eve removed one hand and brought it back up to tangle in Andi's hair. She pulled back sharply, exposing Andi's bare throat. Andi moaned even louder and there was no longer any question of exactly what was happening in that kitchen. With Andi's throat exposed, Eve licked her neck and sunk her teeth in gently. It was all Andi could do to not cum right then and there but she wanted the moment to last and she was so hot. She wanted to taste Eve, to feel Eve inside her and to be fucked, hard.

Eve, with her hand still twisted up in Andi's hair, flipped her around to face her. Andi had been holding on to the edge of the counter with the mat with the dough on it and as Eve spun her around, the mat flew off the counter. The dough made a distinct thud as it hit the linoleum and flour went flying everywhere. Eve forced Andi to look into her eyes as she said "Tell me what you want."

Andi was overwhelmed and speechless. She had fantasized about moments like these but didn't know what to do when it was actually happening. She said the first thing that came to mind, hoping it didn't sound too much like a line out of a bad porno.

"I want... I want... to... to taste you."

In that seamless way that she always managed to maintain control over the situation, Eve pulled Andi down to her knees in a spray of flour and sweat and let go so she could unbuckle her black, leather belt. She undid her jeans and at the exact moment the zipper slid down, Andi knew there was no going back in her life, in any way. This was the way it is supposed to be, she thought. History in the making. 

Andi fumbled to pull at Eve's jeans but Eve pushed her away. She stepped back, leaving Andi on her knees on the kitchen floor as she slowly unbuttoned each and every button on her dress shirt, exposing a black spots bra. She slid off her jeans and stood there in her boxer briefs, a previously hidden bulge painfully obvious underneath the material. 

"Come here." Eve stated.

Andi began to get up off the floor. To acquiesce. 

"NO!" Eve quipped. "Stay on your knees."

Andi walked over on her knees to where Eve was, her knees sliding along in the flour along the floor. She noticed the ball of dough of by the side of the fridge and wondered if was still salvageable. Even in this moment, she wanted to make sure she fulfilled her teaching duty. When she got close enough Eve grabbed the back of her head and pushed Andi's head into the crotch of her boxer briefs.




Eve and Andi



"Do you like what you smell Andi? I have been baking something special for you too."

Andi's moan was muffled as she buried her face in the cotton and felt the bulge there underneath. The cotton was rougher than she expected and she secretly darted her tongue out to taste the salty and sweet wetness soaking through the briefs.

Eve looked down at her beautiful find. It was just as she had imagined it would be. Andi was game for what Eve was offering and she was hoping they could close the gap in the late rent, work out some kind of trade. She slipped off her underwear, revealing a brown, fleshy dildo in a black rubber harness.

Andi got pulled in again and smelled Eve's cunt. It was spicy, musky, and clean all at once. She slid her tongue up under the harness and began to lick around, looking for Eve's clit.

"You're a good teacher Andi, but so am I. I'm going to teach you how to give a woman head. And then I'm going to fuck you. But first you have to tell me you want it. You do want it, don't you?"

Eve pulled Andi back by her hair. Andi could only nod. Somehow she had become complete putty in this woman's grip. 

Eve looked displeased. "That just won't do. You have to tell me you want it Andi. You have to say it out loud."

"I want it Eve. I want it so bad. Please...please..." she trailed off.

Clear consent was all Eve wanted. She got it.

Andi went back to feeling around with her tongue in Eve's fur. If Eve loved it, she gave no indication. She only thrust her pelvis forward a bit to facilitate it. Andi was loving it but she also felt an overt desire to suck on the dido. It was huge and menacing but Andi wanted it inside of her and she knew somehow that she had to make Eve want to give it to her. 

"Tell me what you want Andi... I can see it on your face. You want to suck my cock? It that what you want?"

"Yes, I want to. I want to and I want you to fuck me...please."

"One thing at a time, love." The tenderness was only momentary but it laid another layer in the story that was Eve and Andi on this kitchen floor; that power is a gift and is used with tenderness.

Andi took the brown cock in her mouth and began to lick and suck the head. Then she began to swallow the cock, getting I as far down in her throat as she could. She wanted to polish it clean and to make Eve happy. She wanted to prove that she could handle it, even if she was a straight girl. 

Eve took every cue and seemed pleased. When she had enough, she pulled Andi away and pushed her down onto the flour-covered ground. Before Andi could object, Eve Reached down and ripped the thin, wet, cotton undershirt away from Andi's body. It easily tore in two pieces as it was well worn. Andi's breasts were exposed and at that exact moment became a metaphor for their entire dance, the whole sex act. She was more naked than she had ever been. She was totally available and vulnerable to Eve and would have done anything at that moment. 

"Face away from me and get back on your knees." Andi complied.

"Now back up against me... slowly." Andi backed up into the huge dildo, ever hard and ready to penetrate her. Her cunt was totally wet and ready but it seems Eve had something else in mind. She reached up on the counter and grabbed the vegetable shortening they had used to grease the loaf pans. "Don't be scared" she whispered as she grabbed a thick handful of grease and lubed up the cock. She slowly worked it around the opening of Andi's asshole and slid a hand around to play with Andi's clit at the same time.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass Andi?" 

"No, I haven't... does it hurt? I don't know about..."

"Just relax, relax as much as you can, let me work you."

Eve slowly popped the head of the cock into Andi's Ass. Andi was on fire and it hurt but it hurt in a good way. Every nerve in her entire body was screaming in unison. She tried to relax her body. Eve worked it around in circles, getting the head in far enough past the muscles that Andi could appreciate what it felt like.

"Tell me what it feels like Andi."

"It's tearing me open. I feel... pain... it hurts but... it is like fire. I feel alive."

"That's the right way, my love, relax and let me teach you."

Little by little Eve worked the cock into Andi's ass and then began slow; moving it around, not in and out but just sort of gently thrusting. She slipped two fingers around to massage Andi's clit and used her other arm to prop her up as she was being fucked. Andi was moaning and gasping and trying to talk but she couldn't. She was too far embroiled in the experience to formulate a sentence. She had never felt this fulfilled or in so much pain and at the same time it was enough to break her if Eve's gentle guidance hadn't kept her present.

"Listen Andi" eve cooed, "I want you to cum. Can you cum for me? I know you want to. Do you want to?"

"Uh huh... yes...more....clit..."

Eve rubbed more vigorously on Andi's clit as she bounced her around a bit on the cock in her ass. Andi's whole body was twitching and she was flopping forward, unable to hold herself up. Eve's strong arms pulled her back and held her in place as she rubbed and pushed and massaged Andi's clit until Andi began spasming on the cock and her engorged clit was throbbing in Eve's hand. 

"I want to cum... please..." She wanted it so badly. The fear of getting caught. The Taboo nature of being with another woman. Her boyfriend. Eve's girlfriend.

"Oh, I will make you cum baby. Just relax, let me make you cum. You can cum now."

Andi used her weight to bear down on the cock and the hand rubbing her clit even though it was excruciatingly painful, it was also the most pleasure she had ever experienced in her life. She shook violently and flopped forward out of Eve's arms onto the floor and into the mess of flour. 

"I'm cuuuuuuummming! Oh my god! Oh Eve!" She writhed around in spurts until she was limp, face down on the floor, Eve hovering above her. Eve leaned forward and kissed her softly on the neck. "You relax, I am going to pull out now. You have to relax." Every millimeter shot rods of pain throughout Andi's body but finally the cock was out of her and she was left in a wake of wondering if it had actually happened. There were stars in her eyes, literally. Eve got up and walked away.

Ten minutes later Andi was still reeling, laying there covered in lube and flour and her own cum. Eve came quietly up beside her and whispered "I have drawn you a cool bath. You should come soak." She lifted Andi under her arms and led her down the hallway to the bathroom, lit with candles, the tub filled with cool water. She helped Andi step down into the water and left her there to clean herself up. 

Andi took her time soaking. She was almost afraid to get out. What if Eve wanted more? What if Eve wanted Andi to fuck her? It was all too much. She heard noises in the other room for some time. When the noises eventually stopped, she got out of the bath slowly and wrapped a purple towel around herself. She dried off and then tiptoed out to the kitchen. Eve was nowhere to be seen. She had, however, cleaned the entire kitchen. She swept and mopped the flour up, threw out the bread dough, washed up the dishes, put everything away and left a note on the counter. It said: "Thanks for the baking lesson. Your payment is the difference in your rent. If you are short next month, I would love to learn to bake pie."

Andi folded the note up and slipped it into a journal to read again later. She knew would definitely be short on rent next month if this was how she had to pay it. She never knew that Eve's assertive nature made her a good manager and negotiator in more ways than one.



Eve and Lilith Find Delight



Eve and Lilith lay frolicking beside a stream on the meadows of Tigris . The Tree Of Knowledge looms over them from about ten to twelve feet away. It is springtime in Eden, with the petunias and hibiscus in full bloom. As they lay on the bed of lilies, Lilith is tender on Eve yet, the effect of her Sapphic touch is utterly overwhelming on Eve. She moves and squirms in sheer delight as the moans of her sweet throes echo through the gardens of Eden. In the midst of her tremors, she notices the Tree of Knowledge. It is blurred at first by her tears of exquisite pleasure. It still piques her interest even while her head is tilted back. She begs Lilith to stop . Lilith, turned on by Eve's resistance ups the ante in her care giving making her swoon in delight, despite herself. She tries to break from her but her efforts are hampered by her weak legs due to the surges of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, she gets to it. She reaches out to touch it, but Lilith holds her back wary of the strangely shaped object. She stares at it while Lilith mumbles sweet and sexy nothings in her ear, while touch her ever-so-gently. She runs her hand though Eve's hair; kissing her neck, face, ear, lips bordering on edification.

"Don't do it", she said, kissing her ear while she whispered gently to her. She slides her hand (all the way) down her back, beseechingly touching her little puckered hole. Eve's knees buckled once more under Lilith deft touch and she falls. She looks up at it as its view becomes clearer. Lilith stood where she was still wary of the branch.

"This looks dangerous, like a ser-"

"Listen, Lilith. I think it speaks to me. I feel as though... I must ...respond." The serpent reared hardened, startling Eve and Lilith. Though Eve came out of it all the more intrigued, Lilith was scared and uncomfortable. She joins her and begs her once more, more fervently than she had before, afraid that Eve may have found a new fascination just like she had found Eve.

"Please, Eve. Do not go any closer." Lilith urged. "It's scary."

Eve, persistent, edged closer and touched the head of the serpent with trembling fingers. The length of the branch throbbed as the Tree seemed to squirm slightly. Confident, she held it in her hand, constraining the throb that came from it once again.

Fascinated, Eve looked at it from all sides trying to take it all in.

"Come, Lilith. See."

Lilith came closer despite herself, wanting to confront the other being beside herself who could intrigue Eve so much.

"Look, Lilith, fruit. Do you think it will taste nice?"

Lilith was stunned as Eve began mouthing the apparition, licking it, trying to get it all into her mouth.

"Come hither, Lilith. It tastes...Hmm." Eve wore a relaxed dreamy look as she savored the taste of this strange fruit.

Lilith stared at her for before kneeling across her; she had never seen Eve in such a light. In her puzzlement, she grabbed the serpent by the head and joined Eve in her little feast.

Eve was right. There wasn't a particular taste but something from within that stirred something inside her. She too could hear a faint voice, however inaudible. Her ferocity grew as the feeling inside her grew stronger. Then she felt something on her hand. A strange liquid came forth, somewhat reminiscent of sap, but differently colored.

"Eve! Eve!!" Lilith panicked. "My hand, my ha-"

"What's that?" Eve asked, seeing the transparent viscous liquid on her paramour's fingers. Her eyes brightened suddenly. "It must be the nectar. Give it to me, Lilith, I want to taste it."

She reached for Lilith's hand, anticipating her, smirking in amusement at Lilith's perplexed look. 

"You know how much I love your fingers, Lilith." She said, licking a finger. Her eyes twinkled.

"I know," Lilith gasped. Eve had become hers once more. She felt so aroused by Eve's lascivious behavior.

"How much I love it when you put them..." she said, sliding her fingers in and out of her mouth, "inside me";

"Yes," Lilith could barely sigh, overwhelming lust clouded her mind. She felt a sensation well up in her after which she felt her wetness slowly drip along her leg.

"Between my lips," Eve flicked her fingers with her tongue, never taking her eyes of Lilith, who couldn't stand the erotic ache.

"And," Eve said, finally taking her hand out of her mouth and slowly slid it down her chin and between her breasts; Lilith felt Eve's heartbeat resonate through her body, setting her ablaze. She could barely stand it. Eve edged closer to her as she slid her hand further down. Between my hips, Eve stayed Lilith's hand at the part just over her lips, giving her the lower look. Her eyes teased Lilith as she slid her hand over her clit and further down. Her fingers moved on their own, they had been there so many times before. Her fingers swam effortlessly in the deep and shallow ends of Eve's canal. It felt like it had been raining for days, Eve was pouring. Lilith took her hand as they went back to lie among the lilies. Eve took the face of her lover in her hand caressed it as it came closer in a kiss deeper than Gijon. There was no spot within Lilith's reach she didn't hit. As she kissed her once more, Eve moaned with sheer delectation. Within Eve, Lilith felt a storm brewing, even before she did. Her heart pounded out of control and her twat tightened around Lilith's fingers. Eve could only mumble meaningless encouragements as her body moved on its own. And she came, soaking Lilith's fingers with the nectar of her lust. She breathed heavily as she lay, exhausted, trying to gather herself. She eventually came to, sitting up to lick her juices and letting her paramour taste them from her. As she went on to kiss and bite the neck of her lover, she saw the Serpent at the tree, throbbing steadily, but significantly harder than before. She got up and dragged a reluctant Lilith along with her. Lilith was fascinated despite herself to see the branch throb in such an ominous manner.

"Eve, cover its head with your mouth and lick it with your tongue."

"Why?"

"I think," she said approaching the branch tentatively and holding its midriff. "It needs to give "nectar."

"You think it's safe?"

"Just do it, Eve."

"Why me," she thought out loud as she fitted the head of the serpent in her mouth. 

"I think I want some of it too. And you know," she said edging sensually closer to her, "you're the only one I can eat out of." Lilith kissed her while she had the head in her mouth. It became more and more agitated as their tongues swirled in the wet darkness searching for each other. The branch became turgid and it expelled it Nectar in all its warmth into Eve's mouth. Eve reeled, stunned at first but soothed into a satiated smile as she tasted of the Nectar of the Tree of Knowledge. Lilith held her close, searching for the Nectar but found none.

"You did not save some for me, Eve. We will have to wait till next spring for this tree to bloom like this."

"In that case you will just have to punish me till then," Eve said slyly.

"Very well then, I ..."

"Come to me, Lilith," she came to her, ran her tongue along the side of her face. "You know I want you to," she whispered. She flicked her ear with her tongue. Lilith practically melted. 

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

She kissed her on her lips just as she spoke.

"Umm"

Eve deepened their kiss and touched her down there. Lilith's knees buckled and dripped of her juices. She led Lilith back to the lilies, straddling her body with hers and kissing as she had never done before. She took her hand as she kissed her while toying with her. Lilith was putty beneath her.

"For me," Eve said imploring in a sly manner; Lilith could handle it nomore.

"Anything, Eve. For you"

She spread Lilith to expose her tight little hole more. 

Please, stop; what are you- ah

Are you alright?

It feels so painful, yet-.

Well then. Eve reached down Lilith's body and slid her fingers up into her.

Eve, can I... taste you too? Lilith managed, between moans.

Eve sat over Lilith and eased her twat onto Lilith's eager lips. Lilith would eat but would turn away in spasms of pain and pleasure. Lilith squirmed underneath her.

"Eve, Eve"

"Eat me, Lilith," Eve commanded.

"Yeah," she gasped

Eve swooned gently as her lips met hers, drenching her lips with her nectar. As she did, Lilith came onto her fingers in torrents, writhing and moaning. As she recovered, she placed her mouth over Eve's puckered hole, licking it round and thrusting as far up into her as she could. Eve screamed as she covered Lilith with her nectar.

"Keep going," Eve urged, "make me cum more -- ah" she let out a moan as another orgasm welled up in her. Eve and Lilith toyed with each other ardently as their pleasures multiplied.

"Eve, I'm about to-"

Lilith could barely keep herself. Eve was the first to recover. She tasted it and savored its unique taste. 

"Lilith, come and have some."

Eve parted her legs slowly, and then kissed her inner thighs, licking her way towards her pussy. She sucked hard on Lilith's throbbing clit, making her swoon in delight. She parted her lips and sucked her, thrusting her tongue deep into her, tickling her insides. Lilith's pussy gushed juices and she moaned fervently. Eve went down to her puckered hole and licked it round in anticipation; then she covered it with her mouth and thrust her tongue in slowly, as though trying to loosen her up. It pulsed around her tongue and Lilith felt all the movement within her and was beside herself. Sensing Lilith's agony, she sucked at it harder and harder. She withdrew reluctantly, seeing that she had found a new way to tease Lilith. Lilith came to her hungrily, savoring the taste of her lips before parting them with her tongue. . She went back to Eve, wanting her even more;. All she wanted was Eve; touching her, kissing her; feeling her was all she wanted. 

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pls do comment on my work. your thoughts, suggestions anything. 



Eve and Ryan's First Swing



Dear Readers,

To anyone who has read my other stories, this is a bit different. Had a ton of fun with this one, with special thanks to my friend Lee, who has reawoken the 'fantasy' in me and helped me develop this tale. Would love to hear what you think!

~honey28

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Eve and Ryan had been dating for about two years. They met during an exhibit at her friend's art gallery; he had included a few of her pieces. Ryan had caught her eye while he studied one of her paintings: he was perhaps an inch or two shorter than her 5'10" frame and of average build; about the same age, maybe a little closer to thirty than she was; short, brown hair, and, of course, he had good taste since he seemed to be enjoying her work so much. 

When he did finally step away, he only paused for a few moments in front of the next couple of pieces by other artists. She felt a thrill when he stopped again for several minutes in front of another work of her own, and she immediately approached him. 

"What do you like about this?" she had asked.

She had startled him, and when he turned to look at her, he was surprised that he needed to look up, as she was several inches taller. He looked down to her feet and saw that her red, strappy heels were adding a couple of inches to her height. His gaze took in her delicate gold anklet, smooth calves, and the hem of her black skirt, just above her knee. He didn't see any panty lines and wondered what she had on under that skirt. 

He looked up into her light brown eyes. "Beautiful." 

She turned her gaze to the canvas. "I'm glad you think so." 

"I wasn't talking about the painting." 

She smiled at him, a sly smile he would get to know very well. "I know." 

They left the gallery together to get to know each other over some good food and wine, and the rest, as they say, was history.

***

The pair had a great sex life, and they were always trying new things together in the bedroom. Trying every position they could think of, role playing, experimenting with different toys, light bondage. About a year into the relationship, they realized they enjoyed having sex in public places because of the thrill it gave them. 

About 6 months after that, during one of their many candid conversations about their fantasies, Eve admitted to Ryan that she had always fantasized about being with two men at the same time. Like every other red-blooded American male, Ryan had fantasized about being with multiple women, so they had many erotic discussions about what they might like to watch each other do to another man or woman, and what they'd like to experience. They found themselves coming back to this scenario often, and at some point had mutually decided to try swinging.

After extensive internet research, the pair learned where to go, what they should discuss beforehand, and how to communicate discreetly with each other while they were with another couple. They decided that they wanted an open swing, where everyone would be in the room together. For them, much of the draw of changing partners was seeing each other with someone else. Also, if one of them changed their mind about the whole thing, they could stop it as soon as they were uncomfortable. 

They selected a nightclub, and made plans to check it out on Saturday night. They spent Saturday afternoon on one of their favorite past-times - lingerie and shoe shopping.

Ryan would get so hot watching Eve model different bras and negligees. If it was quiet in the store, he would sneak into the dressing room with her for a little groping and kissing before they finished their shopping. That day, they were both so excited with the anticipation of their date that evening that Eve couldn't control herself.

She had picked out a red and black lace bra that had a matching g-string. When she saw the hungry look in Ryan's eyes as he admired her lacey D-cups, she cast a quick look around to see if anyone was in the immediate area. She gripped his wrist tightly and dragged him into her changing room, plastic hangers clicking furiously as she slammed the door shut and launched herself at him, pressing him into the wall across from the mirror.

Breathless, she panted between kisses, "Do whatever you want to this bra, we're taking it the fuck home." He responded by grabbing her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples through the fabric. She bit her lip hard to avoid crying out. With one quick motion, she undid the fly of her jeans and shoved them down her hips, exposing her black g-string. 

"Touch me," she ordered.

He reached down to stroke her through the thin swatch of fabric covering her clean shaven pussy, smiling devilishly when he felt how damp her panties were. He moved the material to the side so his fingers could slide inside of her. He could hear her struggling to keep quiet, making very small, insistent sounds in her throat, which he kissed hungrily. 

He knew how to stroke her to make her come fast, and soon she was clawing at his shoulders and raking her nails through his hair, whimpering quietly, her whole body quaking with the force of her orgasm.

Trying not to laugh, he held his finger to his lips to shush her as he heard two female voices enter the changing area. When her eyes opened and saw his gesture, she nodded weakly, trying to regain composure. Now, it was her turn to grin wickedly.

"Let's see how you do," she challenged, dropping to her knees. She deftly undid his fly and released his painfully hard cock. He sighed with relief, and she looked up at him and mimicked his shushing gesture. 

He watched his cock disappear into her mouth. In the mirror he could see her bobbing up and down, and took in the site of her long tresses bouncing with the movement of her head, down to the bit of lace that clasped behind her back, the round curve of her ass, and her g-string. Her jeans were still around her calves and he looked at the heels of her pumps, excited by the thought of picking out a sexy new pair for that night. 

"This won't take long with me watching your hot ass in the mirror, you dirty little thing," he whispered. 

She pulled her head back, teasing the sensitive tip with her tongue. She then wrapped her lips around the head to create just the right amount of suction, stroking his shaft with her hand, then swallowed him once more. She bobbed with renewed vigor, anxious for him to fill her throat with cum. 

He shuddered, pumping several jets of hot cum down her willing throat. A grunt escaped him, and she heard the two disembodied voices cease their chatter for a few seconds after they had obviously heard the masculine sound of pleasure. 

She stood, wiping delicately at the corner of her mouth with a glossy-nailed finger, and smiled smugly as her partner sagged against the wall, panting. While he recovered, she removed the new bra and got dressed. She collected her things while he made himself presentable and then she stepped into the hallway. The two young women were at the end of the hall using the 3-way mirror to try on bathing suits, and she made eye contact with their reflections. Ryan stepped out beside her and she watched the girls' eyes widen. She gave them a grin and a wink and they went to the cashier to check out. 

*** 

Ryan relaxed on their bed in his boxers with his hands behind his head, watching intently as his girlfriend prepared for their evening. He had already showered, so he was happy to lay back and watch the show until it was time for him to get dressed. He was at the perfect angle to see into their bathroom, and had watched her silhouette as she showered and shaved her long legs. 

While he watched her smooth lotion over her arms and breasts and stomach, he imagined her hands running over another woman's skin. After she had moisturized her legs, she brought the bottle into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Do my back, please?" She gathered up her hair and held it out of the way. He sat up, squeezing lotion into his hand, and kissed the back of her neck while he started rubbing her back. 

"Are you going to kiss her for me, baby?" he asked softly. "You know how turned on I get thinking of you and another woman playing together in lingerie." He kissed her neck again, reaching around to cup her breasts. She arched into him as he pulled on her nipples and felt his erection pressing into her back. "Do we have time for a quickie?" 

She moaned. "Why do you do this to me, Ryan? You're like a horny teenager sometimes, I swear to God," she laughed, pulling herself away from him to stand next to the bed. She grabbed his face with both hands, leaning in close. "I'm all clean and showered, and I don't want you to get me all sweaty, so save it for later, boy." She shoved him backwards onto the mattress. 

He growled, frustrated. "You're such a bitch," he pouted. 

She grabbed her new lingerie off of the dresser and stepped back into the bathroom, turning towards him in the doorway. "You're being punished," she said primly, and slammed the door. 

"Now I can't even watch?!" 

"Fuck off, Ryan. Find something else to rub your dick on while I get ready." 

"Fine, how much time do I have?" He made a production of pulling drawers opened and closed loudly. "I'm going to ruin a pair of black silky panties," he called, digging through her undergarments. His hand bumped into something that wasn't fabric and he smiled, pulling out her 8" purple silicone vibrator. 

He knocked on the bathroom door and she turned off the hair dryer. "Baby?" he asked sweetly. "Please open the door." 

She pulled open the door and laughed when she saw him holding up her vibrator. 

"This won't sweat all over you." 

Laughing, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "This is why I love you. Your persistence, and your willingness to compromise." 

"And my skill at making you come," he added, turning her around and guiding her to the bed. When she had backed into the mattress, he pressed into her, forcing her to lay down. He rained kisses on her neck, collarbone, and breasts until she was squirming beneath him. 

He moved lower - her stomach, hips, and thighs - teasing. He turned on the vibrator and ran it lightly over her sensitive lips, drawing a moan from her, which turned into a wail as he pleasured her with his tongue. His fingers opened her up for the humming toy to run across her sensitive flesh, and he thrust it in and out slowly. 

He raised his head to watch as she played with her breasts, thrusting her pelvis. 

"Use your mouth." 

He kissed her inner thigh. 

"Baby, please," she whimpered. 

He kissed the other thigh. He wanted to hear her say it. 

"My clit, Ryan. Suck on my clit." He obliged. "Ohhh, good boy," she yelled, bucking faster, but he pulled the vibrator away, wanting her to beg for it. 

"Fuck me harder, you little bitch," she panted. 

"Are you going to suck me off with that dirty mouth?" 

She nodded, and he plunged the silicone cock in and out, sucking hard on her clit and bringing her to a noisy climax. As she lay there in the afterglow, he moved up to the headboard, propping himself up with a pillow. He watched her breasts heaving and he idly stroked himself, waiting for her to catch her breath. 

When she was ready, she crawled up to him and teased the tip of his cock with her tongue while he stroked up and down. He pulled her hair out of her face and held the back of her head with both hands, gently urging her to deep-throat him. Feeling his warm fingers tangled in her hair, she swallowed him, wanting to return the pleasure he had given her. 

After he found his release, they finished getting ready and drove to the club. 

*** 

They walked in, holding hands, feeling the music pulsating as they took in the variety of people in the club. They felt excited and nervous, knowing that their fantasy had a chance of becoming real that night. They decided to get a drink to take the edge off. 

As they approached the bar, they didn't realize they were being watched. A tall, slender man stood facing the bar, requesting another beer. His wife stood close, her back against the counter, cocktail in hand. She murmured to him and he turned his head as Eve stepped up next to him and ordered two shots. He appraised her profile in her short black dress. She was much curvier than his petite wife. The couple seemed slightly anxious, so he asked her if it was their first time. 

She tossed back her shot, then returned his welcoming smile. "Do we look that wet behind the ears?" she asked loudly, to be heard over the music from the speakers across the room.

"We've all been there, so we can tell when someone is new." 

Ryan stepped up beside her, putting his arm around her waist. "Making friends already?" 

"I'm Corey, and this is my wife, Stephanie." His wife stepped up to his side, and she was easily a foot shorter than he. Eve felt a little envious that Stephanie could pull off that dress. The neck-line plunged so low it would be impossible to wear a bra, and you could see the swell of her small, perky breasts before they disappeared under the thin, blue fabric. 

Realizing that she was staring at the woman's chest, Eve met Stephanie's eyes and felt herself blush. "I'm sorry to stare. You look stunning in that dress. I could never pull that off." 

She smiled warmly. "Thank you..." she raised her eyebrows questioningly. 

"Oh, I'm sorry again. Eve. And this is my boyfriend, Ryan." 

"It's very nice to meet both of you. I love those shoes," she gushed. 

Eve glanced proudly at her open-toed pumps, black with red satin trim and a 4" heel that put her eye to eye with Corey. "Thank you. Ryan picked them out this afternoon." 

"They match what's underneath," Ryan added, getting a laugh from the other couple.

"Let's dance, " Corey suggested. While being led onto the floor, Stephanie's gaze lingered on Ryan as he exchanged a look with Eve before pulling her away from the bar. She felt a thrill at picking up a new couple to play with. Her sexually-charged brain was flooded with images of Ryan in bed with her. She couldn't wait to get her hands, and other body parts, on him.

Facing her husband, she looked up at him, mouthing the question, "You like them?" before they started to dance. He nodded and turned his head to watch the other couple picking their way through the throng of bodies twisting to the music. 

Eve and Ryan's eyes were on each other as they began to dance a few feet from the other couple. The married pair watched as Eve turned her back to her boyfriend, pressing herself against him. Ryan looked down at her body and swept his hands up her sides, over her ample breasts, then back down to hold her hips as they danced. She rubbed against his thigh with greater urgency, feeling his excitement growing against her hip.

Both Corey and Stephanie were becoming aroused by the sexual chemistry between the other couple, imagining what would happen when the four of them were alone. Jealous of the sight before her, Stephanie wanted to draw greater attention to herself. Taking Corey by the hand, she worked up and down his thigh. Her years of experience taking exercise classes in pole dancing were paying off. A furtive glance confirmed that Ryan was watching her, and she shot a coy smile his way when their eyes met. 

They danced hard for about an hour, then made their way back to the bar for drinks. Sipping his beer, Ryan couldn't pull his eyes away from Stephanie's mouth. The drink stirrer slipped through her lips suggestively, and his eyes moved from her sensuous mouth up to meet her heated gaze. He almost spilled his drink when the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile and she slowly ran her tongue up to the tip of the plastic stick.

Suddenly, the pounding pulse of the music was interrupted by the voice of the DJ, announcing a lap dance contest. The first 4 couples to make their way to the designated row of chairs near the bar would have a chance to win a gift bag of fun things to use in a complementary private room upstairs. 

Before the DJ had shouted, "Grab somebody's else's partner and get over there!" Stephanie was already dragging Ryan to a chair.

Laughing, Eve stepped closer to where Corey had seated himself at the bar so they could have a conversation without speaking in a near-shout. The music had risen to its previous heart-pumping volume. The DJ had chosen the Pussycat Dolls singing Don't Cha. 

Leaning in, she asked, "Are you enjoying watching your wife grind her ass all over my boyfriend's lap?"

He brought his free hand up to the back of her head to gently prevent her from straightening, so that he could breathe her in. After inhaling the pleasing scent of her shampoo mixed with a subtle amount of perfume, he turned his face so they were nearly nose-to-nose. "I love to see the reactions she gets from other men and women." He moved his mouth close to her ear. "Same as I know your boyfriend will feel watching me fuck you later."

She shivered at his hot breath on her neck, as well as at the thought of screwing someone new for the first time in two years, while her Ryan watched. While he fucked that gorgeous little blonde.

"I'm glad we're all on the same page here, then," she murmured breathlessly into his ear. "Does your wife also enjoy the attention of other women? Because I've always been a little curious, myself."

As Corey nodded, Ryan's gaze briefly settled on the pair as he wondered if Eve was having as good of a time as he was. He could see Eve's chest rising and falling rapidly, so he could tell that whatever they were discussing was turning her on. He watched for another moment, and Corey brought his hand down to caress her hip, then ass, nudging her closer.

Ryan was achingly aware of his erection pressing against his pants. Stephanie turned to face him, pressing her groin into his and pulling his face to her breasts. 

He wasn't sure if he was more turned on by this sexy woman pressing herself against him, or the sight of his girl being groped by another man. Ryan was finding it extremely difficult to keep his hands off the woman gyrating in his lap, but they were told to treat the contest like a real lap dance, so the men were not supposed to touch.

Corey had set his drink on the bar so he could use both hands to hold Eve. He had pulled her into the space between his legs. "I love my wife, but sometimes all I want is to get my hands on someone with a few more curves. She pointed you out, actually. She knows what I like." He squeezed the soft flesh of her ass, and she could feel his erection between their bodies. "How old are you, anyway? Are you even thirty?"

She moved her face close enough that her lips brushed against his. "Twenty-eight. You?"

"Thirty-five." He groaned as she kissed him agressively. 

She pulled away from him to turn back to the contestants as the song came to an end and the DJ announced that they would decide the winner based on the crowd's response. The cheers were loud as the waitress assisting with the contest had two of the ladies stand together and held her hand over each to judge the response. The one with the louder reaction remained while a third contestant stepped up and the process was repeated. 

Finally, it was Stephanie's turn to be judged. As the waitress gestured over her, Corey and Eve's shouts were drowned out in the roar that ensued. They handed her the prize. She and Ryan approached the bar, grinning, and Eve jumped up and down, clapping excitedly.

"Let's have one more drink to celebrate Steph's victory and go upstairs to see what we've won!" Eve exclaimed. She ordered a round of shots and as they raised their glasses, Ryan shouted a toast.

"To Stephanie's gorgeous ass!"

After swallowing their drinks, Stephanie stepped closer to Ryan and brought her hands up around his neck. Feeling caught up in her spell, he followed her urging and leaned close, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. He slipped a hand under the fabric of Stephanie's dress, rubbing his thumb across a tight, erect nipple, sliding his tongue teasingly along her lower lip, then into her waiting mouth. He felt her moan into his mouth. 




Eve and Ryan's First Swing



While Eve stood transfixed, her pulse quickened as the combination of the alcohol coursing through her blood stream and the sight before her moistened her panties. She had her back turned to where Corey was still seated at the bar, and snapped out of her trance when she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back until her ass pressed against his raging erection.

"She's not the only one with a gorgeous ass, baby," he spoke into her ear. Every caress of his hands sent fire coursing across her skin. "I want to see what's under this dress. Let's go upstairs."

The men settled the bar tabs while the women paid a quick visit to the restroom. A short while later the two couples made their way to the second floor. Corey took the prize bag from Stephanie and sat it on a table near the top of the staircase to find the room key. 

Eve felt Ryan grasp her elbow, and paused before reaching the top of the stairs. His eyes met hers in a questioning glance, wanting to make sure that she still felt comfortable with their plans now that this was really happening. 

"You're sure about this, right, babe?" he asked in a low voice, now that the music had faded below them.

She thought it was so sweet that he was worried she might have second-thoughts. "I'm in if you're in, sweetheart."

"Found it. You two ready for your initiation?" Stephanie called.

Ryan grinned at his girlfriend, giving her hand a squeeze. "Let's go have some fun."

Corey unlocked the door to their room, and they took a moment to take in their surroundings. The room was dimly lit by wall sconces. The walls were a khaki color, the soft carpet beneath them a deep red. The wall across from them boasted a large canvas, a simple painting of bold strokes suggesting the outline of a sensuous female form. There were several couches with mocha-colored slipcovers arranged centrally around a small coffee table. There was a small bar with a sink in the far corner, two bottles of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice next to half a dozen glasses on the counter.

With the door closed, it was nearly impossible to detect the sounds of the dance floor below them. There was quiet music playing softly over a couple of speakers mounted in the room's walls.

"Show us what you won for us, Steph," Eve requested. They seated themselves on the couches while she upturned the bag over the table. Out spilled a couple of blindfolds, two pairs of faux fur-lined handcuffs, a selection of condoms, and various small bottles of flavored massage oils and lubricants.

"Why don't we tease the men a bit?" Stephanie asked, picking up the blindfolds and handing one to Eve. "Things will be more exciting if they can't see what's coming." She stepped over to where Ryan was seated, and slipped the mask over his eyes, a wide smile on his handsome face. 

Eve was doing the same to Corey. He reached out and placed his hands at her hips to draw her nearer, and she gave him a playful slap on the side of his face before taking his hands in her own, moving them away from her body. "You touch what I want you to touch, when I want you touch it."

"Ooh, he likes to be slapped around a little," his wife laughed from where she stood behind Ryan. She began to knead his shoulders, then worked her small hands slowly down his arms. He relaxed, letting his head fall back against the couch. Stephanie exchanged a smile with Eve before leaning in to kiss Ryan's neck.

"That feels amazing," he murmured, her hands traveling back to his shoulders and neck, then swooping down to his chest. She maintained a light touch on his shoulder as she walked back around to the front of the couch, deliberating over her next move. 

"Does she get rough with you sometimes?" Stephanie asked, her voice low and throaty.

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes I make Corey pleasure me for hours before I even think about touching his aching cock." Long ago, she had learned the value of being assertive. She thrived on the control she felt when men turned to puddles in her hands; the power of deciding when and how a man would finally erupt under her skilled attentions.

"God, don't make me wait hours."

Climbing onto his lap, she ran her fingernails over his scalp and brushed her lips across his. He pressed his face forward to meet hers, and she pulled away, smiling at his frustrated frown. "I prefer goddess."

She took his hands in hers, guiding them up her thighs, hiking up her dress, rocking her hips gently and enjoying the feel of his erection pressing against her through his pants. 

She began to moan, and pulled her dress off over her head, exposing her smooth skin to Ryan's wandering hands. His palms caressed her backside, and he grinned when his fingers traced the thin line of her g-string around to the front of her body, his fingertips brushing across her flat tummy. Stephanie once again guided his hands over her lithe form until they rested where she wanted them, cupping her breasts.

While she continued her hands-on lapdance, she was vaguely aware of her husband's low murmurs from the other couch.

Eve had slowly unbuttoned his shirt and run her hands over every inch of exposed skin, tracing the lines of his well-defined stomach, bending to run her tongue and lips over the muscles of his arms. She was standing, leaning over him, her mouth the only part of her body that was in contact with his. He felt her lick his neck along his jugular, then the line of his jaw, then nip at his ear lobe. 

Corey turned his head slightly, trying to find her mouth with his, and gasped in surprise as his head was jerked back, the fingers of her right hand suddenly gripping his hair painfully. He grew harder. 

Her breath brushed against his face. "I told you not to touch me unless I asked for it. Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

She touched her nose to his and their lips were nearly touching as she asked, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Fuck, yes," he murmured, bringing his lips millimeters closer, skimming over hers before she tugged roughly on his hair again.

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?"

He groaned, feeling like he was going to break the zipper on his pants. Her mouth pressed against his, her teeth nipped at his lips, and their tongues probed. She pulled his face away again, tugging at his roots, and raked her teeth over the skin of his neck. He ached for her to touch him.

On the other couch, Ryan had pulled Stephanie's panties off, and she had placed his hand between her legs, rubbing herself against him. His arousal was heightened by the sounds she was making and the sensation of his slick fingers sliding inside of her.

Stephanie slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands along Ryan's smooth chest. She lightly teased his nipples, which quickly became erect from the cool air and her soft touches. Leaning down, Stephanie flicked at them with her tongue. Ryan drew in his breath at the surprising move, since the blindfold made it difficult to anticipate her actions. 

"Don't stop, baby," he stated in a pleading voice.

"Oh, this is only the begining." She laid feathery kisses along his muscled chest, and felt Ryan's cock becoming more aroused as she moved down his abdomen. Her hand had undone his belt and pants. Lowering his pants gave her an appreciation of his manhood. It was begging for attention behind his boxers. Stephanie planned to keep his cock behind the cotton curtain a bit longer. She started rubbing him through the boxers. 

Instinctively, Ryan arched his hips. "You are such a tease."

Smiling wickedly, taking it as a compliment, Stephanie thought that he'd had enough torture. Kneeling at his feet, she lowered his boxers. His seven inch cock stood at attention. Stephanie wrapped her manicured hands around its girth. She licked up the entire length with her hungry tongue.

Ryan's swollen tip started leaking precum, which Stephanie lapped up with slow strokes of her warm tongue. "Mmm." She slid her tongue over her lips. "You taste better than Corey," she whispered into his ear. 

Before he could respond, Stephanie went to work on Ryan's cock. She loved oral sex because it made the man so vulnerable, giving her total control. She sucked up and down Ryan slowly. She went back down until it had completely disappeared inside her mouth. 

Stephanie moved up and down his cock with more gusto. He grabbed her hair, and she slapped his hand away. The pace of everything was hers to dictate. 

Pulling off his cock, Stephanie came up for air. Her flushed face looked intently at Ryan. "I'm so fucking wet. You are so fucking hard."

He groaned, and her hands put his cock in a vice grip. Her other hand cupped his balls. Squeezing and tugging on them a bit made Ryan almost jump in the air because he wasn't used to being handled so roughly. The grip loosened a bit. She continued to stroke his cock with both hands while her tongue flicked at his balls. 

"I need to taste you." Not sure what to expect, Ryan nodded meekly. She rubbed right behind his balls with two fingers. His cock was throbbing. 

Stephanie lowered her mouth fully onto his cock as she reached behind towards the table, grabbing a bottle of flavored lubricant. As her head bobbed slowly up and down, prolonging his pleasure, she spread the lube across her palms to warm it. She withdrew her mouth and her hand then worked his cock at a feverish pace.

Moaning loudly, Ryan started to spurt ropes of white cum all over Stephanie's hands. She put her mouth back on his cock to swallow the rest of it.

While Stephanie had her way with Ryan, Eve had continued her own teasing lapdance. After their passionate kiss, she had turned her back to Corey and placed his hands at her hips, allowing him to explore her body. He carressed her ass and thighs, then ran his hands up her dress to find her zipper. After he opened the back of her dress, she turned and straddled Corey's thighs, causing her dress to hike up around her hips.

He brought his face forward to nuzzle at her breasts and he felt a thrill as her fingers wrapped around his throat, pushing him away.

"I'm beginning to think you want to be punished, boy." He could feel the heat of her breath, which smelled sweet and fruity like her last cocktail. Her hand left his neck. A surprised grunt escaped his throat as she pinched his nipples, hard, then licked them tenderly.

"Do you want me to punish you?" Her question was a low growl in his ear. He smiled, and she slapped his cheek again - hard, this time - before pressing her mouth against his. While they kissed, she shrugged out of the top of her dress, exposing her red and black lace plunge bra.

Her fingers ran down his arms and grabbed his hands, bringing them up to her sides, granting him permission to touch. She brought her hands back up to his face and neck, caressing softly. Her hands settled on his shoulders and her thumbnails pressed into the skin near his collarbone as he stimulated her nipples through lace.

"You like that, huh, baby," he murmured. She pulled his face to her neck and he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin, drawing moans from Eve.

"Good boys get rewarded," she gasped, her head thrown back. Eve climbed off of Corey, kneeling on the couch beside him. To his relief, she finally pulled his cock free of his clothing. She teased him with her tongue, encouraged by his groans of pleasure. As she finally took his rigid length into her mouth and down her throat, he began curling his hips towards her, matching the pace of her up-and-down motions.

It was at this point that Stephanie had allowed Ryan his release, and was licking him clean. Resting his head against the back of the couch, Ryan pulled the mask off and wiped the beads of perspiration from his brow with the back of his wrist. Stephanie kissed his panting mouth, then snuggled next to him on the couch to watch her husband get serviced by Ryan's woman.

He caught his breath and let his eyes focus on the couch opposite him, the source of the wet sounds of oral sex filling the room, making him forget the soft music that was playing. If he were a few years younger, the sight before him would have made him instantly hard again, but he needed a little time to recharge his batteries.

Eve knelt across from him, her dress around her waist, exposing her red and black bra and matching g-string. His eyes traced the curve of her breasts, her ass cheek, down her thighs, and finally to the sexy 4" pumps on her feet.

"Look at her go," Stephanie murmured, squeezing Ryan's thigh. He obiediently turned his attention to the other man's cock disappearing into Eve's face. He watched as Corey pulled his blindfold up onto his forehead, his dark gaze settling on Eve as his fingers ran through her hair.

Corey thrust more vigorously into Eve's willing mouth. With a satisfied grunt, he filled her throat. She drained him of every drop she could coax out of him while he gently stroked her hair and her back.

Stephanie clapped softly, and Eve made eye contact. "I'm not the only one who can put on a show, young lady," Steph smiled.

Eve grinned at the pair across from her, her face flushed from exertion. She gave Corey a peck on the lips before standing to shed herself of the dress.

Holding her hand out to Ryan, she asked him to help her with the champagne, and they stepped over to the bar area. 

Stephanie snuggled up to her husband, who was still breathing heavily. She stroked his left cheek, which was still rosy from Eve's playful abuse.

Eve stood behind Ryan as he pulled a chilled bottle out of the ice, and wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "This is so much fun, isn't it, baby?" she murmured before kissing his neck.

Ryan handed his girlfriend two of the glasses, then grabbed two more and the the bottle of champagne. Turning to face her, he gave her an appraising look. "You look so gorgeous tonight, Eve." They kissed, and rejoined their company. Corey had just finished undressing, and Stephanie was also nude, except for her shoes.

"Well I feel overdressed," Eve remarked as she sat on the arm of a couch, next to Stephanie. She passed the woman one of the champagne glasses and Ryan filled them.

"Leave it for a little while, I like it." Smiling coyly, Stephanie ran a hand over Eve's nylon-clad calf.

"I'm very happy to hear that," Eve responded suggestively. 

Corey stood to take a glass from Ryan, and sat on one of the other couches to give the women some room, since Eve had expressed interest in his wife a couple of hours ago at the bar. Ryan positioned himself on the third couch, directly across from the women, hoping to get an eyeful.

Butterflies had settled in the younger woman's tummy when Stephanie caressed her leg. Eve stood and tilted her head back, swallowing the rest of her drink for fortification. As bold and assertive as she usually was, she had never been with a woman, and she felt a little nervous. 

She winked at her man, smiling as she traded her empty glass for the nearly empty champagne bottle on the table. She took Stephanie's glass and set it down with her empty one, then knelt on the couch facing her.

"Would you let me kiss you?" she asked, staring at the woman's lips.

"I was hoping you would ask," Stephanie purred.

Careful not to tip the wine bottle, Eve leaned in and suddenly her mouth was burning against Stephanie's soft lips. The thought that this woman's mouth had been wrapped around her boyfriend's cock made her feel slight disappointment that the flavor of wine prevented her from tasting him on Stephanie's tongue. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, like a soft breeze carrying the scent of lilacs into the room.

Eve pulled herself away, rising from the couch. "I want you to lay back," she murmured. Stephanie complied, reclining on the cushions, curling one arm up so that the back of her neck was supported by her wrist and forearm. Straddling the smaller woman's thighs, Eve's lustful gaze took in every line and curve of her sensual form, her eyes roving slowly over her toned arms and small, shapely breasts, and she wanted to taste them.

The lower portion of the champagne bottle was still chilled, beads of condensation dotting the glass. Eve lightly touched the smooth surface to one of Stephanie's nipples, wetting it with the cool moisture, drawing a gasp from the woman as the already erect peak became achingly taut.

Ryan's attention was focused on his girlfriend's mouth as she leaned forward and ran her tongue around Stephanie's nipple before closing her mouth over it, suckling gently. Eve turned her face enough to make eye contact with her man while she kissed the smooth skin below her, and they exchanged a wicked smile.

Corey had relocated to the opposite end of the couch that Ryan was seated on to get a better view. Ryan glanced at him as he sat down, but his gaze was quickly drawn back to the girls. He had a fleeting thought that under normal circumstances, sharing a couch with a completely nude man while he himself was also naked, would have made for a very uncomfortable situation. But nothing could detract from the erotic scene unfolding several feet away.

"Better than porn," Corey murmured, drinking from his glass. 

Comingling perfumes mixed with the heady smell of sex in the room. Definitely not something that could be conveyed through a television screen. Ryan also thought that seeing his girl on top of another woman instead of two anonymous females made it vastly more arousing as well. The contrast of her voluptuous, lingerie-clad form hovering over the creamy delicate body of the other man's wife was causing a stirring in his groin.

"God, I want her," Ryan whispered.

"Which one?"

"Mine," he replied, his eyes remaining on the women.

Corey smiled knowingly, realizing the other couple wasn't ready for a full swap just yet. Maybe next time, he thought, hoping they would get together again. 

Eve was soaking through her panties as she sprinkled champagne on Stephanie's abdomen and slowly removed it with her tongue, spurred on by the blonde's moans of pleasure. Finally, she positioned herself between Stephanie's thighs, which were spread wide in anticipation.

Stephanie gasped as she felt cool liquid spill over her clean-shaven pussy. "Oh, God," she groaned as Eve's tongue lapped at the champagne which had mixed with her own secretions.

Eve was inspired by what she liked Ryan to do to her. She used her fingers to part Stephanie's glistening folds and ran her tongue in teasing circles around her clitoris until the woman was begging for more. She drew the hard nub into her mouth, and found Stephanie's reaction to be thrilling. As she explored every inch of her intimate skin, the woman writhed and bucked and tugged at Eve's hair. When thighs squeezed around Eve's ears, she realized how much she enjoyed hearing the other woman and tried to urge her legs apart. 

As she drove Stephanie closer to the brink, she felt a mouth planting kisses over her ass cheeks and up her spine, and thought that it felt like Ryan. When warm hands caressed her skin and dipped between her legs, a finger sliding over her clit, she knew that it was her man, and she moaned at the pleasure he gave her. Stephanie pulled Eve's face closer, crying out in response to the humming sensation, so Eve continued to voice her pleasure into the hot flesh before her.

Ryan's hands slid across Eve's skin and he explored her familiar curves with his mouth, encouraged by her low moans, muffled between Stephanie's legs. He didn't think he had ever been so hard in his life. He raised his head to watch as Stephanie threw her head back and screamed obscenities, coming in Eve's mouth, and he slid his fingers into her folds, feeling how sopping wet she had become from the other woman's climax.

He gently kissed the back of Eve's neck while she licked Stephanie clean. "You were amazing," he spoke into her ear.




Eve and Ryan's First Swing



"I'll second that," Stephanie panted.

Eve sat up, then ducked her head as she gingerly wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling slightly embarassed. That was a bit messy, but she thought that if she was a man, she would have a raging hard-on.

Ryan's ferocity caught her off-guard as he pressed his mouth against hers and parted her lips with his tongue, invading her mouth. His mouth roved hungrily over her neck. "Oh, God, baby, I didn't think I could get wetter," she said breathlessly.

Stephanie relinquished the couch to them, getting comfortable next to her husband. She kissed his shoulder and began stroking his cock while he watched the other couple.

Eve lay back, uncharacteristically submissive, while Ryan took control. He deftly removed her bra and quickly had her crying out his name while he used his mouth and hands to stimulate her sensitive breasts.

"Tell me what you want, baby." He spoke low before sucking sensually on the sensitive area behind her ear.

"Fuck me, Ryan. Please, I need you," she panted. "Uhn, yes," she gasped as he moved her panties aside and pressed into her soaked entrance, filling her.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he muttered. He slowly withdrew, almost completely leaving her, then thrust in to the hilt, grunting with the pleasure of her silken walls tightening around him. He settled into a steady rhythm, her long legs wrapped around his hips. The room was filled with the sounds of both couples making love.

Ryan lay over Eve, kissing her more tenderly while he pumped in and out of her. He drew a nipple into his mouth and, sensing that she was close, he began to stroke her clitoris with his thumb. He smiled, watching her face as he sent her over the edge. She had her eyes closed, her brow slightly furrowed, and her mouth was open as she arched into him. He kissed her exposed throat. The sounds of her pleasure carried him closer to his own orgasm as he pounded into her with renewed vigor, her cries rising in pitch.

Eve clawed at his back, pulling him close, her heated gaze locked on his. "Come on, baby," she urged. "That was amazing." She gripped his hair at the roots. "I want you to feel amazing, Ry. Come for me." She contracted her muscles around his shaft and he pressed into her, murmuring incomprehensibly as his orgasm shuddered through him. She laughed softly, pulling him near enough for her lips to meet the side of his face. She kissed his temple, his cheek, his jaw. He tasted salty from the sheen of perspiration on his skin.

"I love you, baby," she smiled, kissing his lower lip lightly while he tried to catch his breath.

He gave her a proper kiss. "I love you, too, Evie."

"You guys are so sweet," Stephanie cooed from five feet away, where she sat in Corey's lap. Ryan blushed, sitting up to let Eve take a deep breath without his weight pressing into her. She sat up as well, lifting her bra from the floor where Ryan had tossed it and hooking it back on. The others slowly followed suit, dressing in silence.

Stephanie gathered the items she had "won" into their bag. "I'll hold on to this stuff for next time we get together?" she suggested.

Eve grinned. "Let's exchange numbers."

Corey offered his hand to Ryan, and they shook. "Thanks for sharing." He flashed a charming smile.

"Likewise," Ryan laughed. "Thanks for breaking us in easy. We had a great time." He and Eve exchanged a silent glance, and he knew they'd be doing this again.