It was 3:34 p.m., and I decided to knock. A few seconds later, the door opened and I saw Eve's radiant face.
"Great, you're here! I was afraid you wouldn't find the apartment or that you'd forget to come.
- How could I forget? I'm lucky to be able to work with you!
- Oh, you're exaggerating!
- You're still top of the class, it should be me asking you for help.
"We all have our weaknesses, me first," she added, laughing. "But you know, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask me."
- Thanks, I'll think about it."
And I fully intended to do it again one day, and even several times if necessary. Her beauty, her voice, her scent, her curves, her whole person charmed me. It only took a moment for her to appear before me for me to succumb to her charms again. Since the beginning of the year, I had never really paid attention to her except for certain moments to notice how seductive she was. But from the moment she spoke to me this morning, it had become impossible for me to ignore her for a single moment, to get her out of my thoughts.
She showed me into her home. We crossed a rather plain corridor to enter the living room, a charming living room, well lit by the glass door that opened onto a balcony. The decoration was quite contrasting; on the one hand, the pink walls and the stuffed animals scattered here and there gave a tender appearance to the apartment, but the various paintings (probably reproductions) in a style similar to 19th-century symbolism created a somewhat old-fashioned atmosphere, but the whole thing, despite the strange composition, had a warm atmosphere all the same.
"Sit on the couch if you want, and you can put your bag next to it."
I followed her instructions and sat down on the sofa. I couldn't help but notice that the entire apartment was impeccably tidy. I doubted she'd have had time to do this in half an hour; her apartment must have been very clean before then.
"Do you want something to drink?
- Yes, I'd like some water please.
"I'll bring it for you."
With that, she left the room, but she continued to speak to me, raising her voice so that I could still hear her:
"How was your day, by the way?
"It was fine, even if today's classes were quite boring," I replied, avoiding all my worries about her. "And you?"
"Same here, but I hope this work session will raise the bar!" she exclaimed, returning to the living room with two glasses of water. She handed me one and continued, "However, are you sure you don't mind coming to help me?"
"Of course not, don't worry. I'm happy to be able to help you." Just seeing her made me very happy, to be honest.
She came to sit next to me and took a sip before continuing:
"And that's okay, your family won't say anything if you don't come back?
- No, don't worry, they live on the other side of the country, I'm alone in an apartment. Like you, I presume.
- Yes, my family also lives very far away, I am very free here."
We continued to chat about trivialities. Talking with her calmed my inner passions. She had left my mind to appear to me in the flesh—and what beautiful flesh she was made of. We finally broached the subject of the work that brought me here. Just as I had asked her what she wanted to discuss, she stood up without saying anything and went to put her glass on the table.
She remained motionless, not speaking as I waited for a response. With her back to me, I could observe her closely in this new light. Her pink hair shimmered in the sunlight, the white skin of her legs gave her the impression of purity, of an impenetrable body, protected by the divine. This prohibition, however, developed in me an irresistible desire to defy it, to make her taste sin. I wished to defile her, for our two bodies to become one, for her to abandon herself to me while he revealed the perfect fold of virtue.
A peculiar scent emanated from the others, it seemed to emanate from Eve. This scent was indescribable, but it was captivating and it translated so well into her person. When it came to tickle my nostrils, it was the image of my comrade that appeared. My body became hot, my desires increased tenfold, I realized that at the thought of these sins, my serpent had bristled to the zenith of its capacities. The resistance of my clothes was not enough to restrain its expression.
Just as I realized this, Eve turned around. I was panicking that she would notice and get ideas, even if there was reason to. I was about to curl up to hide my erection, but I saw the look on her face, letting her astonishment linger, and I realized it was too late. I put down my glass and, without daring to meet her gaze, I started to stammer. I was searching for words, I had to find an excuse quickly and at all costs so she wouldn't think I was crazy. Or I had to just be honest and admit that I found her very attractive. For that short time, it was the most correct solution that came to mind. Maybe she would forgive me and we could move on. And she must have suspected the effect she could have on men, she would understand.
I raised my head and exclaimed:
"I'm sorry you have to witness this, but... I find you really sexy... well, I mean attractive. I hope you don't think I'm crazy, that's not the kind of thing..." Then I stopped because now it was me who was in a state of incomprehension: a wide sadistic smile was now appearing on Eve's face, her eyes were fixed on my thing and a strange pinkish glow seemed to be crossing them.
She approached me slowly, bringing her gaze up to mine. She crouched down to my level and said:
"No problem, I even find it very flattering that I have such an effect on you."
These few words reassured me, I thought this situation would calmly unravel. But suddenly she firmly grabbed both my forearms and threw herself forward, pressing her lips to mine. Time stood still. A warm softness settled on the contours of my mouth. I reflexively released all pressure and let myself be carried away by her kiss. These two bodies coming into contact created a strong interaction deep within my soul, my blood began to boil, my mind shut down, I let my instincts take over. She began to open her mouth, I did the same. Her tongue came out of her lair while mine sought to enter hers. At the intersection they embraced, they turned around each other and finally began to waltz. Our lips pressed together once again, they remained attached like two lovers who had just found each other after several years of separation. Our kiss no longer seemed like the result of two independent actions, but rather of a single entity, so perfect was the harmony to me.
I felt immense pleasure coupled with desire, the desire to feel this magnificent sensation again, if nothing else. She let go of my arms and placed them on my legs, then she moved them, very slowly but surely, towards my crotch. The latter stood up even more in my clothes, she pushed, she wanted to come out and reveal herself to the light of day. Fortunately for her, the soft hands of the princess came to deliver them from their dungeon. The dragon was finally free, flamboyant, ready to fight. A light breeze came to tickle it. This freshness caressed its very sensitive skin and, if it didn't calm it, it reinforced its vigor.
Eve's hands slid down to my penis, and once they reached its base, they began to gently lift it up. One hand stopped halfway, wrapping around this pillar, but couldn't go all the way around it; while the other climbed even to the top, lowering the skin surrounding the glans before moving to rest on my cheek. She held my head, while she moved hers back. Our slimy bodies separated, leaving behind them as the final symbol of our union a trickle of drool joining the two mouths.
Finally Eve smiled and looked down at the weapon she had grasped.
"Wow, it's been a long time since I've seen one that big," she confides.
Still somewhat in a trance, I mustered as much cognitive power as I could to answer her, but when I opened my mouth, she gently placed her finger on it, signaling me to be quiet.
"For now, I'm the only one allowed to open my mouth." With that, she tucked her lock of hair behind her ears while slowly lowering her head. She placed her second hand on the bed to steady herself, while the first still held my tool firmly. A long, thick stream of drool flowed from her mouth and landed on my glans, the latter wriggling slightly at the contact, just before two soft lips came to rest on it. These two lips spread apart and sank easily onto their prey, surrounding its entire circumference. Full of surprise, the wet cavern, after several centimeters already swallowed, she didn't stop and continued without slowing her descent. Halfway down, the hand withdrew to give her all the leisure to continue.
My hands, resting on the sofa, tightened. A feeling of well-being ran through my entire body, an indescribable pleasure coursed through my penis and sent numerous signals of excitement and pleasure to my body. It hadn't even finished covering everything yet, and I was already in a new state of trance. This sensation had nothing to do with the fabulous masturbation I had experienced this morning; it was infinitely more pleasant, more enjoyable.
Finally, without managing to go all the way, she stopped abruptly. For my part, I felt the tip of my glans hit the back of her throat. She remained stuck about three-quarters of the way there, but it was already an achievement on her part and an immense joy for me. She raised her head and eyes slightly so that she could look at me. Her pupils had taken on a whole new shape, they were hearts. Her lustful gaze exuded desire and excited me. Meanwhile, her tongue played with my tool, circling it, licking it and tickling my glans.
His look told me:
"So! Do you like it?
- I have never felt greater pleasure, mine answered him.
- Enjoy, it was just a taste."
With these thoughts, she slowly raised her head, my tool, now all wet, could breathe again, it was presenting itself to the light again. Having reached the end, she left it completely, nevertheless giving a last lick to the tip of the glans. She looked at me, taking satisfaction in contemplating my expression. But ever since she had left my tool, I was impatiently waiting for it to lie down there again. Now my penis, pointing bravely towards the sky, overlooked her. Her face, turned towards mine, was only a few centimeters below my holy sword. When she had finished admiring my face, she began to squint at it, remaining stuck contemplating it for a few seconds. When she came to her senses, she seemed surprised to have acted in such a way. She gave me one last look, full of lustful innuendo, but I was growing impatient. Deep inside me, there were burning urges to express themselves, to be satisfied.