Read part one Memories of Eva: Black. This is a story that is gradually become a True Stroy. Please let me know what you think. Your responses are the reason i write
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"I've been thinking about you all day long." I heard those words as I walked into the house.
She was laying back in this big comfy chair, some music was playing - a new CD I had bought her. I looked over, Eva was laying with her arms up over the headrest, her eyes closed. This was new. Her top stretched up, I could see her midriff perfectly. We didn't do many things together during the day, in the afternoon. Any other time really, only at night in 'our' little room.
She spoke with her eyes still closed, "I pictured YOU. Imagined you doing all those things to me, you know, from last night. ALL FUCKING DAY; it was very distracting in class you know."
I could hear her sigh as I moved by her, my heart was pounding, she kept her eyes closed. Her mother wasn't home, but still..."Eva I think we should be....." my voice quavering.
Anticipating what I would say, "What? It's just us. I fell asleep at the Student Center....." She turned a little to her side, facing me and opened her eyes a little. This little smile, " I lay there for nearly two hours running you through my mind. Certain things you...." She smiled and pressed her hands down her front, sort of squeezing herself. "mmmmmm......Do. Did you?"
"Did I, what?"
"Think of me today?"
"Yes." I took her hand, and she closed her eyes again.
"Tell me about it then."
I had to think, come up with something, "I can just..... I can feel you, your breath, the rise and fall of your breath, your hair in my mouth for one. Your warmth. Almost like you are still touching me, when you're not around." I found myself kneeling by her.
"Can you meet me sometime? I mean outside. School maybe, or.... I'd like more time together."
"I don't know, it could be - awkward."
"You made me wet all day."
"Are you wet now?"
She raised her arms above her head again, stretched, her little girl voice, "Check." Eva's short skirt skattered about her legs, her grin was infectious. I'd never done anything like this, we were 'good' outside our little room, outside. The 'darkness' was another matter.
This was gray.
I lay my hands at her knees and slid my hands up her legs, under the hem of her dress, and lay my palms over each hip pressing my thumbs over the soft fabric of her panties. That little triangle patch of pink silk. Immediately I could feel how warm, I scritched her there, rubbing my thumbs back and forth over the smooth fabric, pressing into her pussy lips through the fabric, watching as the effects of my touch spread across her. Watching her smile as her cheeks flushed red, giggling a little as she opened her legs wider. I pulled the elastic fabric back at her thigh and tucked my thumbs beneath the fabric from each side, and then curling my fingers between her legs.....and dipping my middle finger into her swollen lips. She was soaking sopping wet.
She felt as if she had burst open; like delicious fruit, ripe and warm, breaking, splitting down the middle, pulling her open. I pressed my finger back between her legs, sliding up her center and tipping my middle finger into her, pushed up inside, deep inside her, and then pressed a second finger into her. I watched her move up the chair as if I were pushing her up, before lowering herself back down into my hand, and arching her back. Stre--tching Her lower lip tucked between her teeth.
"Mmmmmm," she lilted, tilting her head back, accepting my intrusion, yielding.
I could have done anything to her. It had been like that for awhile now, it was becoming a problem - I thought. Somehow. That line we had drawn between us, of no intercourse, was wavering. The desire rising between us was becoming this hunger that was more and more difficult to control. Yielding is a desire for more. I felt myself melting, melting in her warmth.
She began to speak as she ground down on my hand, "We could meet somewhere, go far away. Where no one would recognize us."
Her eyes were still closed. To look at her one would think she were simply napping in this oversized chair, but she was undulating her hips against my hand. Her head was bobbing up and down. I had her panties tugged down to her knees now and her one leg was up over the arm of the chair, she was tilting sideways. My thumb was working her clit, I loved the way she swirled and pushed her cunt into my hand. I took the hem of her skirt and threw it up over her tummy so I could look at her. Her legs wide, I could see the glistening pink, spreading her lips wide, her hard clit peaking out. Looking at her now was incredible, seeing what I had been doing to her in the dark. To see her! I could see my fingers disappear into her, see her clit white and hard, shining beneath a little tuft of dark hair, the color of her skin, the soft swirls of hair growing out those pouty lips, so pink and her shining line down the middle. Her pussy lips were loose, swollen out. The way she was creaming white in my hand. I loved the way her hips undulated against me, those small hips.
"I picture myself.....mmmmmm," she was licking her lips trying to talk as I rubbed her. Catching her breath, and starting again, "...I walk up to you, ahhhh, close up..... to you, and climb up into your lap. Like a kittie, I think. I would giggle a little, nervously. I'd settle myself on you, in some dark little bar, mmmmmm, in a corner somewhere, my knees hugging your hips, my toes peaking out on either side of your knees. I'd be all hot and soft between my legs. You would be all so....." She reached her hand out and touched my crotch, squeezing the head of my cock. "Lets do that."
I joined the little game as I stroked her body, as I masturbated my little girl, pressed my fingers inside her. "I'd wrap my arms around you, hold you to me."
"I'd hug your neck,"
"I can feel your hair, tilt your head back so that you look up at me. And I'd press my warm lips against you, melt into you." I pushed my finger deep into her, curling it and stroking the rough skin inside her as I spoke.
"Ohh, yeah. Kiss me." She was writhing now, holding her mouth open, eyes closed. I could picture her imagining our kiss. "And fucking me." I was rubbing into her rapidly. My cock was ready to burst. She was stroking the length of my cock through my trousers with her hand. Just the head of my cock rubbing against the fabric, the pressure of her small fingers on me, of my boxers, I could feel her nails scritching me there. She was going to make me cum. She was pressing herself into the chair, stiffening, I could feel her begin to cum. That trembling urgency, the shake of her hips against my hand.
She continued, "I'd moan into you, your mouth. Catch your bottom lip between my teeth, nibble it, suck on it. I loooove that." She arched her back then, cumming. Still speaking, "Cover your mouth, oooohhhh, with wet kisses. Oh god!! I'm cumming," she began jerking forward in the chair, "Can you feel it? Feel me."
I held my fingers inside her. "Yes." I could, her vagina was sucking on my fingers. I could be fucking her right now I thought. She was still holding my cock in her hand.
She let out a deep moan, almost a growl, lifted her arms above her head and pulled her legs together around my hand. Her thighs trembling I could feel her cumming, still cumming, my cock ached for her, she was turning herself in the chair.