The Young and the Restless

I met Eve at my friend's house when he got married. There were almost 200 guests, but it was easy to spot her: At 5'7", 130 pounds, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fantastic figure, she was difficult to miss.

At the time, I was involved in several sports. My favorites were tennis and soccer. In both, I was doing well: I was the second ranked tennis player in Florida, and 2 soccer teams tried to recruit me a few times. At 6'2", 200 pounds of mostly muscle, and handsome, according to my female friends, my ego and confidence were sky-high.

I was in my mid 20s, and the success with the other sex was as good as I could hope. In the past, I had many casual sexual encounters and 3 serious girlfriends that lasted at least 6 months each. All 3 were beautiful and highly sought after by every man around. God blessed me not only with appearance and athleticism. Studying in high school and college was easy for me, and I was a straight-A student. My father owned a large construction company and was a multimillionaire, which allowed me to drive a luxury Porsche. My life was good. In fact, TOO good, which explained my overconfidence.

Once I saw Eve at my friend's wedding, I knew I had to have her. She was surrounded by friends and admirers but I didn't care. I approached her, grabbed her hand, and blurted, "Lady, my name is Nick. I do not know yours, and I care less what you've done in your life before I met you. However, I think you are by far the most attractive girl around and I wish to date you. In the meantime, may I have this dance, please?"

Her eyes inspected me up and down, and then she smiled, "I'll give you this: Your line was original, so I'll dance with you, but don't get your hopes high - I have a boyfriend, and I like him very much."

The first dance was a shake. I wasn't sure what to expect from Eve, but she was a good dancer, and we synced nicely. My impression was that both of us were impressed with each other. When the music was over, I held her hand and asked her for another. She grinned, "You don't give up easily, do you?"

I smiled, "Only losers give up after one try."

The next one was a slow dance. I held her in my arms and we hardly moved. I felt her body gradually comes closer to mine. I smelled her hair and the delicate perfume she used. I liked both. I felt her covered tits touch my chest lightly, and my pecker started stirring. When the second song was almost over, I whispered in her ear, "Lady, I'll let you go for now, but remember, I want you. I'll write my phone number on paper and stick it under your seat. When you change your mind, call me."

She stared at me, " You are very sure of yourself; not IF I change my mind but WHEN I change my mind..."

"I think both of us felt the connection on the floor. and as I mentioned before, shy people are losers. If you feel like me, it's time to say goodbye to your current boyfriend."

She watched my eyes for a while, sighed, and went back to her seat. Later, when she was on her way to the bathroom, I placed my phone number as promised and left the party shortly after.

...

In the 2 weeks that followed, I was very busy. Several big projects piled up and we worked around the clock. Every night I slept only 6 hours and ate ready food. I didn't bother checking my private cell phone and used my corporate phone exclusively.

One evening, on my mother's birthday, I decided to congratulate her and noticed 3 new, unread messages. After talking to Mom, I checked messages in the order they were received.

The first one was from Eve, 'Hi, this is Eve. We danced last night at the wedding. You were very naughty, but according to the groom, you are a nice guy. So I called to tell you that I am still with my loving boyfriend, but I did think about you."

The second message was also from Eve, "Either you didn't like my call or gave up on me. That's interesting. I thought once you made up your mind to pounce on a girl, you'd continue pursuing her..."

The third message arrived hours before I picked up the phone, "Obviously, you lost interest. That's a pity because I changed my mind and would consider dating you."

I called Eve and explained to her I was swamped at work and didn't see her messages.

She had a nice throaty voice, "I thought you were playing hard to get. I'll forgive you this time. Can we meet for dinner somewhere?"

"Absolutely. What is your favorite food?"

"I like seafood, Italian, Mediterranean. What about you?"

"I like seafood, Italian, and... you."

Eve giggled, "You are funny. There is an excellent seafood restaurant near my house. Can you make a reservation for next weekend?"

"I will. How would I recognize you in the crowd? I only remember you were ugly, but other details escape me."

"Nick, you really are misbehaving toward a girl you're trying to date. Is it OK if I show up in a red bikini and 10"heel shoes?"

I laughed loudly, "Now I like you better. I hate pretentious people. If the circumstance requires seriousness, I'll be, but in my daily life, I prefer to enjoy and not take my partner or myself too seriously. In short, you can call me Nicky, or at times you hate me, call me HRH."

"What is HRH?"

"His Royal Highness."

"Would you mind if I change it to His Royal Heinie?..."

"Eve, you are playing with fire. I started falling for your sense of humor, and we haven't had a single date yet."

"Nicky, call me with the time of reservation. I'll be there on time; it's a 5 minute walk from my house."

...

On Saturday evening, I stood by the entrance and waited for Eve. I saw her strolling in my direction. She really was gorgeous: Her loose blonde hair framed her pretty face perfectly. The blue eyes, small nose, and red lipstick complemented it nicely. She wore a short light blue dress that revealed terrific cleavage and long, shapely legs. The 3" heel shoes made her hips sway seductively.

I smiled, "I hardly recognized you. I remember trying to get a date with a simple girl, and all of a sudden, Miss USA shows up."

She grinned, "So you do know how to flatter a lady. I thought that all your jokes were nasty."

"I promise to try my best."

"Don't try. Just be yourself."

The meal was delicious, and the wine was even better. We chatted about work, politics, and relationships.

I couldn't resist asking, "Last time I saw you, you had a boyfriend. What happened?"

"He was a good guy but didn't show any initiative or motivation to do well in his professional life. He was a good lay, but there is more to life than sex."

I chuckled, and we continued talking about traveling and photography, which both liked. We clicked very well that evening and started seeing each other.

...

Our first sexual intercourse happened on our third date. She came to my house after watching a romantic movie in the theater and declared, "Nicky, during the movie, I saw you ogle my body a couple of times. Are you interested in seeing all of me?"

"I'd love to!"

She performed a slow striptease, taking off her thin blouse and showing a soft lace pink bra. Then she removed her short skirt, and I saw low-cut sheer pink panties covering her bald mound. She gave me a seductive look, placed her hands behind her back, and gingerly unclasped her bra. Her creamy C-cup tits stood high on her chest, displaying dark pink nipples. Lastly, the pink panties fell to the floor. The fantastic display ended up with her being totally naked but still with high heels shoes.

She gazed at me, "You like?..."

I didn't have to respond. My 8 incher pushed the front of my pants, creating an unmistakable tent. She giggled, "Poor boy. I may be able to help..."

I stayed quiet, remembering I heard similar offers before. Unfortunately, my size was a big hurdle to any girl who tried to blow me before. No one was able to take more than half before gagging or choking on it.

But I was too aroused to refuse another try. Eve knelt before me, cautiously unzipped my fly, and pulled it slowly out. I saw her eyes widen, realizing it was much longer, thicker, and harder than that of her former boyfriend. Her palm could not wrap the whole circumference.

She stuttered, "Nicky, I diiidn't know you paacked a monster down theere. I caan't wait to feeel it in my vagina, but leet me suuuck it first."

She licked and kissed the tip before parting her lips wide and engulfing the spongy head. She maneuvered very slowly and eventually managed to leave out only 2". She began rocking her face on it while sucking it on the way out. She was doing much better than any woman before her. At the same time, her small palm caressed my sack. I exploded in her mouth a couple of minutes later. She managed to swallow most of my spunk. When she was done, she smiled at me and mumbled, "Nicky, I wasn't sure I would be able to take it in, but your huge pole was tasty. I can't wait to feel it where it belongs."

After 15 minutes of rest, she rode me. I loved the cowgirl position: It let the girl descend on my oversized dick, pausing several times along the way to let the pussy gradually expand and adjust to my girth. And while the lady was busy with my invading spear, I concentrated on her bouncing tits. Invariably, all the girls I had sex that way orgasmed at least twice. One of them told me later she underwent status orgasmic while riding me, and it stopped only when I rolled her back on the bed.

Eve sat on my groin for a long 20 minutes ride, changing now and then from a slow, sensual ride to galloping and trotting...

Late evening, when I took her home, she said, "Nicky, the blowjob was not easy, but I think it wasn't bad for our first time. However, the fuck was divine! I love your body, especially the giant thing in your pants."

"Honey, I liked our sex very much! You were great, and you gave amazing head. Thank you."

...

When I returned home, I pulled my secret notebook from the lower drawer and started filling in numbers in the matrix. You see, from the age of 19, I began rating each girl I had sex with for appearance and performance.

It wasn't nice? I knew it, but my ego told me to score each anatomical part of their body as well as the details of the act itself. For each one I had sex with more than once, I averaged the scores.

Eve scored the highest for her oral job and was among the top in prettiness and tits' evaluation. Eve's overall score was the highest so far.

We became a couple, and she moved to my house. Both loved being together, especially our intimate moments. Three months into our relationship, we already fucked missionary, doggy style, and of course, orally. Later, she let me have her backdoor. It took me a lot of patience, an abundant volume of KY jelly, playing inside her anus with my tongue, fingers, and dildos, but eventually, I penetrated her puckered hole. After a short, though intense, pain, she started screaming for me to pound her harder. Anally she was definitely a 10. Her overall average was 9.0, because orally, despite being better than others before her, I rated her 8.0, and her tits at 8.5. You see, I adored a huge rack. Hers was nice and sexy but less than my optimal size. I tried titfucking her, but the sensation was less satisfying than what I felt doing it with larger boobs.

My most memorable sexual escapade with Eve was on a trip to Hawaii. On our 3rd evening there, we attended a Luau and were served limitless Mai Tai. Like other guests, we got drunk and started dancing. A strip competition followed, and Eve ended up topless with only a Lei necklace on top. I was mesmerized by her swaying tits, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the nearby woods.

She giggled and mumbled she was very horny. My growing pecker verified I was too. Behind a large tree, we found a small area with soft grass. I undressed and helped her with her short skirt and panties. She was naked, except for the Lei which remained around her neck. I let her suck me for a moment before lifting her up, leaning her on the tree, and plowing her amazing body like there was no tomorrow.

As I was shoving my organ into her snatch, I noticed movements about 10 yards away. I focused my eyes and saw a young couple standing behind the bushes and peeking at us. I was too aroused to stop, and frankly, I didn't mind them staring. They didn't know us. I continued ramming my member into Eve with renewed vigor, now and then eyeing the couple. They stood there unabashedly as if watching a show. In retrospect, it really was a show: A live-sex show... I recall Eve screaming loudly, begging me to fuck her harder. When I was close to cumming, I moved her away from the tree, placed her on all 4, and rode her butt. She was having a prolonged orgasm and cried. With my climax pending, I inserted my forefinger into her anus. She shook wildly, and her body landed on the grass. I erupted in her pussy with a growl. Later, when I looked around, the couple was gone. The next evening, during dinner in the hotel, I saw them sitting 2 tables away from us. They glanced at us and smiled. I smiled back. Eve asked me who they were, and I replied that I saw them at the Luau without mentioning them being present during our behind-the-tree sex.

...

Eve and I were doing well, and neither of us felt the need to get married. Life was good, and we were not ready for children.

One day, Eve showed up in a bad mood. I looked at her quizzingly. She began crying. I searched in my mind what did I screw up but came up with nothing.

"Honey, I worry about you. Please, tell me what is going on."

With teary eyes, she blurted, "I have to leave you."

I didn't understand, "What are you saying? What did I do wrong?"

She hugged me, "Nicky, I love you, and you did nothing wrong. My father died years ago, and I am the only child. My mother in Sweden suffered a stroke. Her right side is paralyzed, and she cannot talk coherently. On the phone, I tried to convince her to come here, but she refused. In fact, she objected to going to a nursing home or to being treated by 'strangers.' She said she'd rather die than agree to it. You see, there is no other option but for me to go there and be with her for as long as it takes... I'd offer you to join me, but you do not speak Swedish, professionally you do well here, and there are no guarantees you can find similar job opportunities there."

I gazed at her pretty face and whispered, "It's not fair..."

Eve hugged me, "Honey, You have no idea how much I hate to do it, but I cannot leave my Mom to die like that. I have known about her stroke for several days now. I waited to hear from her doctors what were the chances the condition was temporary, but a CT scan showed a huge clot in her left hemisphere, and the likelihood for significant improvement was deemed to be slim. As I said, I have no choice but to go back to my birthplace. I shared the news with 3 of my girlfriends, and one of the subjects that came up was... you. They always saw me happy and heard how great you were. One of them laughed and said she just made up with her current boyfriend. The second girl is happily married, but the third is not. I think she is pretty. She is quite shy with people she doesn't know. I think you will like her. Before I leave, please, let me introduce you two."

"Honey, we were happy lovers for years. You haven't left yet, and you are trying to find me another girlfriend?"

She smirked, "She doesn't look like me. After talking to her multiple times, I believe in one area you'll find her better than me, and in another, less. I know her, and she is a decent, reliable person. Before you try your luck elsewhere, meet her once and decide if she is worth your trouble."

"Eve, I am still shocked by your sudden announcement... Anyway, even if I think I'd like to date her, how do I know she is interested?"

Eve laughed bitterly, "Honey, my 3 best girlfriends heard so much about you, including intimate parts of our life, that they asked to see you multiple times. I wanted to spare you my friend's adoration, so instead, I showed them pictures of you, including in a swimsuit... You should have seen their faces; all three were drooling."

"Whatever you say. What's her name?"

"Her name is Dawn. I'll introduce you two tomorrow evening."

"I'll be here, but remember that the one I love is you, and only you!"

"I know, honey, but it's time for you to have a break from me and look for the future. You are a catch, but I also think that Dawn is one. If and whenever I am back in town, we'll see what to do next."