Eva

An eBook By Cyn Castle.

Billy sat. He examined the worn dark blue carpet, the light tan walls and the table and chairs on the other side of the room. He stood, loosened his belt and adjusted his shorts so the bulge wouldn't show so much. Eva came into the room carrying a blouse that only partially covered her bare chest. Billy collapsed back onto the couch.

"Guess I better change. I've been sweating. Do you like this?"

She held it out, revealing her breasts and stomach. Billy stared.

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. Am I embarrassing you? I took the bra off because it was binding. See the marks?"

She ran a finger along a slightly red ridge where the bra had circled near one side of her left breast.

"You're so beautiful," Billy said. He wiped his brow with his left hand and reached toward her with his right.

Eva stepped closer and said, "I'm not beautiful. You're just saying that because you're horny. Men say things like that because they want to, well, you know."

She stepped back, looked at his crotch, and said, "Why Billy. I do believe you're..."

"I'm not just saying it. You are beautiful. Everything is so perfect. Your nose, it's so ... cute. And your eyes. So expressive. When I look at them I feel like I'm falling inside. Your chest. Look at the way it rises and falls when you breath. Beautiful."

Eva smiled, curtsied, raised her arms, slapped her hands together, and pranced in a small circle while swishing her hips sideways. He hurried his shirt over his head and wrapped his arms around her. She danced in the circle provided by his arms, her arms still raised, until he squeezed her to him. She stood on her toes and rubbed her nipples against his. He kissed her hard. She slipped her tongue between his lips. They shared the taste of hot dogs and spicy sauce.

Eva held her face back from his and said, in a husky voice, "What about the movie?"

"What movie?" Billy gasped.

He picked her up and carried her to the couch. She felt his biceps and made no attempt to escape. He laid her on the couch carefully, as though she might break, and ran his hand up the inside of her left leg. She pushed him away a few inches, sat up and wiggled out of her skirt.

He stared at the shaved area between her legs, seemed to be gasping for air, and kneeled beside the couch. His fingertips caressed her thighs, slide under her bottom and fingered the flesh. Her nerves danced. She pulled his head to her face, kissed him and licked the inside of his mouth. He responded as their tongues touched.

She arched her back and pushed his head down. He stopped at her left breast and tongued the nipple while he caressed the other breast with his hand. She pushed his head lower and felt the warm seeping of her juices as his tongue explored...

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