Ava and/or Eva Pt. 01

Sammy's was a pizza/sandwich spot near the college that was a popular hangout for the students. "Sounds perfect," I said. "See ya there!"

"Okay...see ya," she replied, hanging up.

I was sitting at a table by 5:30 where I could see the front door. When she finally entered, just a bit before 6, I rose and waved my hand to get her attention as she surveyed the dining room. Spotting me, she waved back and began her leggy walk over to me. Every male head in the room turned to look and lust after her while 'Love to watch her strut' played in my head for the first time.

She wore a tight, dark-red tube top which stopped just above her belly button, enhancing her soft shoulders and displaying her perky breasts to their best. Below the top lay an expanse of silky-smooth skin showing off her firm, trim belly above a pair of form-clinging, black, short-shorts that molded themselves to her curves. The faintest suggestion of a cameltoe teased me from between her thighs as she moved to my table. My eyes rose slightly to admire the thrust of her breasts against the top, her nipples evidently hard. 'C-cup... perfect for her body type', I guessed to myself.

"Hi there," she said softly as she slid in across from me, an inviting smile on her lips. "I guess I don't have to ask how I look...You can put your tongue back in your mouth, now." Startled by her comment, I involuntarily moved my hand to my mouth to check and make sure there was no drool.

"Stunning...simply stunning, Ava." I decided I should probably move my eyes from the vision of her breasts trying to escape out of her top, up to meet her eyes. She had an amused look on her face. I knew I had no hope of ever convincing her that I was not head-over-heels, bug-eyed, bat-shit bonkers for her. If that was her intent, then she had earned an A+ from me. I was very aware of my swollen cock, shifting in my seat to make myself more comfortable.

"Good," she said, "that's exactly the response I was looking for." She paused for a second, then continued, "Look...I'll let you know right from the beginning that I am very straight forward and to the point...I have a habit of knowing my mind and what I want... I can be blunt, to a fault...But, I do not make my decisions rashly." She almost sounded like she was reading off a checklist. "I already know a lot about you...much more than you might think... and, what I know, more than anything else, is that I want to get to know a lot more about you."

My subconscious began to assemble a list of questions such as, 'Why does she know a lot about me?'...and...'Why is she wanting to know more?' to ask at a future time.

She was watching my face intently, gauging my reaction as she spoke again, "If this is something you can handle and might want to pursue...tell me please."

Her directness and candor had caught me completely off guard. It took me a minute for all of her words to sink in fully. After a moment, I knew what I wanted to say in my reply. The look on her face had shifted from confident to concerned.

I began to speak very slowly and deliberately, "I don't think I've ever met anyone like you. It is so refreshing to meet someone so open and so honest...especially a woman who is so-o-o-o drop-dead gorgeous...I would love to get to know a lot more about you, too."

The look on her face changed to be one of relief. She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. As her eyes studied mine, a quizzical expression came over her. "You don't remember me, do you?" she stated directly.

I was confused again. 'Should I know her?...From where?' I studied her face very closely looking for a clue, but found nothing. "No...I guess I don't," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Palisade High School...I was a two years behind you...," she began giving me hints, "The mousey, short-haired girl with braces that hung around with Mary?... Jim's sister?"

My mind shot back in time to high school, and my buddy, Jim. I searched for an image of his sister Mary. When I finally recalled her face, another image popped into my head. My brain suddenly exploded as I recalled that shy, frumpy girl always tagging along with Mary...who was bugging and trying to hang out with her big brother.

"Oh, my fuckin' GOD!" The exclamation escaped from my mouth before I could catch it. "I don't think I ever even knew your name," I apologized. "Oh, my...oh, wow...talk about turning into a beautiful swan!"

She almost burst out laughing while she was watching my face the whole time I was remembering back. She clamped her other hand over her mouth to keep from outright guffawing at my shock and dismay.

I suddenly blushed as I realized the ugly duckling implication in my previous comment. "Wait, that came out wrong!... I, uhhh...I didn't mean to infer you were an ugly..." She stopped me by placing a finger to my lips.

"I know what you meant, David. Don't worry." She let out a serious laugh at this point. "I was pretty nerdy back then, wasn't I? It took a lot of growing up and work to get where I am today. But, I had a goal, and I stuck to it." I added this 'goal' to my list of things to find out about...but not now. There were more important things to discover.

She reached out and took both of my hands in hers. "Look... if you don't mind...I'm not really hungry right now. " She leaned across the table while pulling me forward to bring our faces close. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to lock lips with her as she continued, "My friend, Jenna, went back home for the break, and I have the key to her apartment. Would you mind if we just head over there?" My heart skipped a beat. She touched the tip of my nose with hers... locking eyes with me. Her voice was a hot, breathless whisper, "Because...If I don't get you naked and between my legs real soon, I may just have to fuucckk you right here." She tipped her head to the side before moving in and pushing her tongue hard inside my mouth.

An electrical surge pulsed through my cock and headed for my brain. Our tongues danced and probed each other. I could sense the eyes in the room watching us as we lustfully displayed our passion for all to see. Breaking our kiss, I stumbled to my feet, pulling her up with me. "Let's get out of here!" I stammered hoarsely. She turned quickly and led me by the hand out of the place, the evident bulge of my desire trying to bump against her ass as we left. I just wished I could have seen the looks on the guy's faces as my vixen led me out, but my eyes were fixed on one thing only.

'Workin' on mysteries without any clues...Workin' on our night moves'...was playing in my head on our way to the apartment two blocks away. Thanks again, Mister Seger.

The door had barely slammed close behind us before we were at each other. Pushing her hip into my crotch, she began rubbing my cock side to side as her hands worked to unbutton my short sleeved shirt. My hands moved to her waist and pushed up under her top, dragging it up her body and over her breasts. She raised her arms over her head, allowing me to tug it up and off. Tossing it to the floor behind her, my eyes zeroed in on her chest to soak in my first look at her naked tits. When I first saw her in the library, I had thought she was wearing a bra because of their firmness and almost perfect shape, but... I was mistaken. They were softball size with only the occasional jello-like jiggle of the skin proving that they were in no way fake. Her quarter-sized, light-brown areolae were the launching pad for her medium-brown, rigid nipples. Yearning to feel them, I grasped them with my hands and began to familiarize myself with their delights. I wet my lips at the thought of sucking them inside my mouth.

I must have been blocking her mission as she pushed my hands aside and was trying to remove my shirt. I took over for her and slipped it off my shoulders, letting it fall behind me. Glancing down between us, I watched as she began working on my belt so she could get my pants off. When I moved to help her with the belt, she turned her attention to unbuttoning my pants and unzipping my fly, finally tugging them off my hips. Her thumbs slipped under the band of my boxers, pushing them down and releasing my rigid cock. She grinned as it sprang loose, slapping against my belly with a smacking sound. Fixated on her goal, her hands moved to examine it, one grabbing the shaft and the other cupping my balls.

I heard her soft murmur, "Just like she said it would be." My brain registered the comment instantly.

"Who said?" I queried.

She looked up at my face for the first time since we had started our lust-fueled stripping session. Locking her eyes on mine, she released me long enough to wrap her arms around my neck and pull my face to hers. Before we started our first serious kiss, she whispered, "It's a long story...I'll tell you later, okay?" I made a mental note to add it to my list of future questions. Her mouth pressed into mine and I sucked her tongue inside. My hands moved to her ass, cupping her cheeks and began to explore her there. Our kiss was long, passionate, wet and wonderful since we both had a lot of pent-up feelings we needed to express.

When we finally broke our lips apart, I said, "Help me get you naked."

She bent down, removing her tennies and socks before standing back up and peeling off her shorts. I quickly shucked the remainder of my clothing, scanning the room before settling on the couch just a few feet behind her.

As soon as her shorts and panties hit the floor, I was lifting her up by her ass cheeks, walking her backward to the couch. I lowered her down, setting her butt on the edge. Stepping between her knees, I wedged her legs apart with mine. Now, standing confidently in front of her, I presented my cock for inspection a few inches from her face. There was enough light streaming into the room for a good look. Even though the curtains in the room were open wide, the gauzy inner liners were closed and would blur anyone's view of us.

"Are you sure it's just as she said it would be?" I inquired. "Take a good look...just to make sure she was right." Even though I still wanted to know who 'she' was, I figured I would find out soon enough.

For some reason, Ava seemed to have a fascination with my cock. Since I wanted to try and understand her curiosity better, I figured this was a good way to start. While I was not a virgin by any means, neither was I a lothario. I had never had any complaints about my performance from the dozen or so females I had sex with, but I also had not heard any glorious praises of my cock's size or of my prowess in bed. From my own personal observations I would have to describe my penis as a little above average in both length and girth. When fully aroused, it has a slight curve and hugs tight against my belly.

Still, I also understood that when girls/women got together and gossiped about sex, nothing was off limits. So, I suppose that while they may not have discussed my cock's pros or cons with me directly, what they may have said among themselves was probably quite different.

I looked down at her face as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and seemed to be measuring the girth. A finger from her other hand started to find and trace the blood gorged veins all along the shaft. After checking my girth, she began to squeeze it... slowly increasing the pressure until it pulsed and she could feel it underneath her grip. A smile of satisfaction crossed her face.To get a better view, I reached down and slid my fingers through her silky hair, tucking it behind her ears. Then, I ran one hand down the line of her jaw, while my other hand moved to her chin, tilting it up so I could look into her eyes.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked. She gazed back at me, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"I still have more to test...just to be sure." Her smile grew wicked and mischievous. Squeezing my cock firmly again, she tugged the skin upward until a large glob of pre-cum flowed out of the slit. "There it is...Need to check this for taste and texture," she said sarcastically. I tried to think of who else had tasted my cum that she might have also known, but no one immediately came to mind.

My hips jerked from the sensation of her tongue swiping the globule off the top and curling back into her mouth, where... like a wine taster...she seemed to be savoring it before smacking her lips and pronouncing, "Check...A bit chunky, but...very tasty indeed, as promised."

A shiver of pure lust and passion started deep at the base of my balls and vibrated up my cock shaft. She felt it travel beneath her fingers as it moved to the tip. From the smug look on her face, she was obviously enjoying this very much. She locked eyes with me again before moving to the base of my cock, extending her tongue and dragging it up the full length of my shaft. She stopped long enough to circle around the underside of my glans for a moment before she wrapped her lips around the head. I watched in disbelief when, with one swift plunging motion, she inhaled my entire cock down her throat all the way to the base. I felt a suction like I had never experienced before. Her entire throat seemed to caress, tug, massage and pull on me all at once. A wild vibration was added in as she also began to hum softly.

Combined with the suddenness of her engulfment, it was all too much for me. Without warning, my cum exploded from my cock and down into her belly. I was sure I screamed, but I don't recall hearing a sound as I lost count of the number of ejaculations shooting from inside me while my world went white, and I momentarily lost consciousness. I do remember her arms wrapping tight around my ass as she continued to drain my load from me. It was the only way I kept from falling down while my orgasm rocked me. She held me firmly until I started to regain control of my body, continuing to gently suck me as I grew soft, finally slipping from her mouth.

I sagged to my knees in front of her, taking her face in my hands. Pulling her mouth to mine, I gently kissed her with all the tenderness and passion I could muster. When I finally moved back, she seemed to be glowing. Her hands moved to firmly kneed my ass cheeks.

"Well...she was right on all counts. But, that last bit was not on the list." Her smile became evil-sexy again. "Sometimes...I just like to try out my own things."

"I still want to know who 'she' is," I pried. I also added to my list the question 'Where in the hell did she learn to suck a cock like that!'

"All in good time, lover," she said as she playfully tweaked my deflated cock. "When you are ready again, I still need to get this wonderful cock of yours inside me. Then maybe we'll take a break and refuel a bit." She massaged my cock gently with one hand while she manipulated her nipple with the other. I smiled warmly at her, studying the beautiful woman in front of me. I was going to really enjoy fucking her until I couldn't move anymore. What more could a guy ask for?

'Trying to make some front page, drive-in news. Workin' on our night moves'.

"Well, I don't know about you, sexy, but I need to grab a drink or something," I stated. Standing up, I noticed the kitchenette tucked into the far corner. I walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and spotted some bottles of water. Pulling one out, I twisted off the cap and took a hearty gulp. Looking back at her, I raised the bottle as I spoke, "Want some water?"

"Please," she replied. She had fallen back against the back of the couch and was still playing with herself while watching every move I made. Grabbing another bottle from the frig, I headed back toward her. Her right hand was playing with her pussy, her legs spread wide while her left hand continued to manipulate her breast, tugging the nipple out while rolling it between her fingers before releasing it to snap back against the areola.

Arriving back at the couch, I handed her the bottle, then sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her. She stopped playing long enough to twist the top off the bottle, her right hand quickly returning to stimulate herself. Taking a large swig of her drink, she pushed two of her fingers back inside her hole, coating them with her juices then pulling them out. I grabbed her wrist, guiding her fingers to my nose where I deeply inhaled her fragrance before I greedily sucked them into my mouth and savored her essence for the first time. Closing my eyes, I committed these parts of her to my memory.

"Mmuuuummm...wonderful!...I fantasized about this while you were sitting across from me in the library." Opening my eyes, I stared back at her while she watched me clean her fingers with my lips and tongue. She smiled erotically, her eyes moistening slightly.

"Not nearly as long as I have thought about tasting you and your cum," she confessed. "But then, I had a big head start on the fantasizing part... I suppose."

Sitting her bottle down on the end table beside the couch, her hand moved back and slid into her hole again. After coating her fingers, she pulled them out, moving them up to lubricate each of her nipples in turn. I felt my cock twitch as her gaze moved to my crotch to check my condition. Wrapping my cock in my fingers, I began to stroke myself slowly as I watched her arousing herself just in front of me. I loved to watch a woman masturbate...it also gave me clues as to how to pleasure her...a win-win, in my book.

The hair on her mound was thin and neatly trimmed allowing an unobstructed view of the outer lips which were swollen with her desire. The inner lips were slightly parted, their pale pinkness glistening from the coating of lubricant she was pulling from inside while a thin ribbon of her juices began to leak onto the couch below. I had a feeling we were going to have a lot of cleaning up to do before her friend returned.

"I have to ask," I said, lifting my gaze up to to look at her face again. My cock was beginning to fill as I stroked it and watched her erotic display. "In the library, you knew that your panties were soaked, didn't you?"

"Yes...of course," she answered, without the slightest bit of embarrassment. Her voice filled with passion as she was struggling to get the words out, "I knew you would be there and what I wanted to do. I got wet just thinking about it, and figured it would only make it better when you knew it, too."

She wet her fingers again and placed them in her mouth like I had done a bit ago, cleaning them and smelling herself. I could hear her breathing growing heavier as soft bursts of air escaped from her nose.

"How did you know I would be there?" I was puzzled.

"Debra told me. I picked her brain and found out what I needed to know," she answered. As she had stated earlier, she was very straight forward and to the point. I was beginning to love this side of her.

I had been set up with the help of my friend, Debra. Very early on in my life, I learned that whenever two or more females are involved, a single male doesn't stand a chance when it comes to the areas of sex or love. Ava had seen me with her, then approached her for some information and advice. After a discussion about me and my routines, the trap was set. Ava was the bait...and my ass was going to get cooked.

"Tell me a bit more, please, before I throw you down and assault you." Taking another drink of water, I pressed her for more information.

"Okay, but just a little bit. I need you inside me soon," she giggled softly. "I have to confess that I am a stalker...sort of. The first time I saw you was like a sexual awakening for me. I was a freshman and you were this hunk of a boy who was on the football team, and all. Now...don't get all big headed...but, I suddenly had all these feelings explode inside me for the first time."

"I'll try," I interjected with a smile.

"You were soooo cute! I loved your smile, and all. You didn't look down on me like a lot of the boys did," she confided. "Whenever Mary and I would come around...and, I must confess, I encouraged her to hang around Jim a lot, so that I could get near you...you always said hi and smiled at me. I used to get butterflies just being near you."