Firstly I want to let everyone know I do not consider myself an erotic story writer. I enjoy writing non-erotic stories about espionage, science fiction and the occasional nutty ideas that manifest in my head. If non erotic stories is something your interested in I suggest you read my other posted stories on this site. So I just want to say that if this story isn't up to par with the amazing erotic stories I've read on this site, I am sorry. The reason why I've written this is because everyone I know has been begging me to write an erotic story. So here it is. I want to thank Deanna for helping me write this and Allison for editing all my work. Comments are appreciated and thanks to all who have read my stories and enjoyed them. Hope you all like this. Fictional characters are 18 or over.
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With one last swipe of mascara, Brooke steps back from the mirror for a final check. Looking into the mirror she can see why everyone for her entire life, well, more like once she fully bloomed at the age of sixteen, found her wicked attractive. At 5'7'', her 34D-22-36 figure gave her her most prized feature: her tits. "Damn", she thinks, her boobs are going to spill over the top of her shirt if she pulls it any lower.
As she finishes turning to make sure everything is in its proper place there is a knock at the door. Quickly she runs out of the bathroom and to her bedroom. She grabs her keys off her desk and throws them into her purse. Taking the purse, she takes a cursory look down to make sure an appropriate amount of busty cleavage is showing, then opens the door.
Standing on the other side of the door is Evan. Her heart skips a beat for the thousandth time. He is the only man to have this effect on her. She hopes he can't hear the sound of her heart beating so loudly. Not being able to help herself, she looks him over. He's gorgeous, as usual. Brooke sometimes wonders if he realizes how good he looks in just jeans and a t-shirt. His chest is visible through the slightly tight shirt. But she saves the best for last. She looks up into his bright blue eyes and smiles.
"You're annoyingly on time."
Evan smiles back and gives her a greeting kiss on the cheek, asking her if she's ready. She nods and, after locking the door behind her, follows him to his truck. As she climbs in he asks if she's hungry. She tells him she is, and asks him the same, though she already knows the answer. She smiles to herself as he says that he is too.
"You're always hungry, Evan."
"I'm still growing!" He insists, "Besides, you know how much I like eating out." The teasing has begun and it is him who fires the first shot.
Her cheeks grow warm but she smiles, remembering their last night together. She loves his teasing, but she is a naughty vixen and is much better at the teasing.
After they decide on a nearby restaurant, his truck pulls into the almost full lot. Evan finds the closest parking spot and turns off his truck. Before Brooke can jump out, Evan comes around to open her door. Sighing to herself, she once again tries to find a ladylike way of climbing out of a tall truck in heels and a skirt. After a less than graceful exit, she teasingly glares at Evan and asks why he needs such a big truck.
"Maybe I just like seeing you get in and out of it," he says, with mischief in his eyes. Playfully she stands on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.
"I could say the same to you."
With a statement that she is sure will have him fantasizing, she turns and starts walking to the restaurant. Slowly enough for him to catch up, but quickly enough that he knows skipping dinner to go straight to playing isn't an option. About six seconds later she sees him fall into step with her. At the restaurant he opens the door for her, pointedly staring at her backside as she walks in ahead of him.
They are seated quickly and the waitress comes by for their drinks. Brooke notices she mostly stares at Evan. Brooke can't blame her, Evan is a stud. But he is her stud. They sit there talking about her school, his work, and their living arrangements. Evan's leg brushes against hers. He looks at her in a way that leaves no doubt as to his thoughts. Their waitress brings their drinks and takes their order. Brooke looks at Evan as she takes her drink and slowly circles her tongue around her straw before closing her mouth around it to drink. Evan stares at her for a moment before smiling. He moves his chair a bit closer to the table, leaving little doubt in Brooke's mind that her teasing has succeeded in making his jeans a bit tighter. She has turned the tide in the teasing war.
They continue to talk about normal everyday things. She mention how her school is becoming more and more interesting. Brooke is in her junior year of college, while Evan manages a few stores in the greater Boston area. They met online while Brooke was on her summer break from high school back when she was 18. After talking for a while they became good friends, and the college she'd been planning to attend happened to be less than an hour from him. So things just sort of fell into place and they have been dating for sometime now. She has known him for five years and has been dating him for three.
Brooke stays on campus for the week and stays with him on the weekends. Even though it often frustrated her that she couldn't wake up next to him every morning, she had to admit their weekends definitely made up for all they missed during the week.
They continue to flirt throughout dinner, though Brooke tries not to touch Evan at all, she seductively teases him and it's quite easy to do so. All she has to do is pull her arms close to her body and her boobs push together. She watches his eyes ravage the cleavage pouring out of her shirt. She just has to make sure he doesn't have to walk out of the restaurant with a hard-on. Poor Evan.
