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bet he’s just huge . . .” she said.
“ Shush !” Eva squeaked, turning crimson. “I’m just getting to know him. He’s been through a lot, with the Navy and his injuries, and I don’t want to scare him off.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, calm down,” Trish said, hugging the red-faced Eva close. Trish would have gone a deeper color still had Eva been honest about her afternoon voyeurism. She could still hear the pleading tone of Trish’s repeated requests to be penetrated; her only regret now was that she had been able only to hear, and not to see. She silently rebuked herself for the thought; get a hold of yourself, Missy.
A wave of depressed complaint emanated from the living room; the Rangers had lost, unable to chalk up the runs needed, even after a great comeback. Zack stretched and then ferried empty cans into the kitchen; Eva loved how helpful and mature he was around the house. Please God, let him ask for my number. Please.
The group chatted amiably and helped clear up, before it was time for Zack to drag a drunk and inconsolable Mitch to his car and head on home. He stood at the front door, tall and dark and irresistible, his large, muscular hands enfolding Tyler’s in a big handshake, then delicately cradling Trish’s back as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Eva felt her tininess as he approached her; he was well over a foot taller than her, and although Eva was a slender girl, quite used to men with bodies far broader and thicker than hers, Zack’s body seemed to overwhelm her. He put out his arms and brought her to his torso for a hug, his hands slipping down her back to rest on her flanks, then gently pulling away and letting her kiss his cheek. His amazing scent filled her nose and then her mind, distracting her almost to the point of forgetting to say goodbye.
“It was really nice to meet you, Eva,” he was saying. All she could think of was kissing his face again. “Listen, I don’t know if you’d enjoy it as much as I do, but I’m involved in a small, informal martial arts tournament tomorrow night and I’d love if it you could be there.”
“Really?” was her staggered response.
“With me, it’s not all sitting on the sofa watching sports, you know?” He grinned and promised to text the details to everyone. His hands left Eva’s sides – with a slight but genuine reluctance, she felt – and she watched as he escorted Mitch to Zack’s highly polished Chevy Colorado and pulled away.
Tyler cleaned the grill while Eva and Trish finished up inside. “Holy Mother of God,” Eva managed. “It’s been a long time.”
Trish hugged her friend again. “Honey, he’s just a million dollar man. I wasn’t even really talking to him, and still, I’m gonna need to change my panties. Yours must be soaked.” They giggled together for a moment before Eva’s straightened face and twinkling eyes told her friend the truth. “I knew it, you juicy slut.”
Eva brushed off the mockery. “He’s fighting tomorrow,” she said, still taken aback by the invitation. “Do you think I should go?”
“Of course I do, air-brain! Watch him kick some ass, then get him to give you a ride.” She grinned. “And ride, and ride and ride . . .” Trish added lasciviously. Eva slapped her ass and made a show of harrumphing her way across the little house to her room. Locking the door, she knew that she would have no control over what came next; her shorts and panties slid down and off, and her fingers sought out the sexy wetness this new, wonderfully mature, unbelievably handsome man had caused. She pictured every part of him, wreathed in his seductively masculine scent: his firm, capable pectoral muscles and the sensitive nipples which she would suck as they moved through the gears of foreplay; his arms – God, his arms – bulging with strength but winningly comforting, as wonderful for a long hug as they were for lifting her bodily into the air while her legs wrapped around him;
“ Shush !” Eva squeaked, turning crimson. “I’m just getting to know him. He’s been through a lot, with the Navy and his injuries, and I don’t want to scare him off.”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, calm down,” Trish said, hugging the red-faced Eva close. Trish would have gone a deeper color still had Eva been honest about her afternoon voyeurism. She could still hear the pleading tone of Trish’s repeated requests to be penetrated; her only regret now was that she had been able only to hear, and not to see. She silently rebuked herself for the thought; get a hold of yourself, Missy.
A wave of depressed complaint emanated from the living room; the Rangers had lost, unable to chalk up the runs needed, even after a great comeback. Zack stretched and then ferried empty cans into the kitchen; Eva loved how helpful and mature he was around the house. Please God, let him ask for my number. Please.
The group chatted amiably and helped clear up, before it was time for Zack to drag a drunk and inconsolable Mitch to his car and head on home. He stood at the front door, tall and dark and irresistible, his large, muscular hands enfolding Tyler’s in a big handshake, then delicately cradling Trish’s back as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. Eva felt her tininess as he approached her; he was well over a foot taller than her, and although Eva was a slender girl, quite used to men with bodies far broader and thicker than hers, Zack’s body seemed to overwhelm her. He put out his arms and brought her to his torso for a hug, his hands slipping down her back to rest on her flanks, then gently pulling away and letting her kiss his cheek. His amazing scent filled her nose and then her mind, distracting her almost to the point of forgetting to say goodbye.
“It was really nice to meet you, Eva,” he was saying. All she could think of was kissing his face again. “Listen, I don’t know if you’d enjoy it as much as I do, but I’m involved in a small, informal martial arts tournament tomorrow night and I’d love if it you could be there.”
“Really?” was her staggered response.
“With me, it’s not all sitting on the sofa watching sports, you know?” He grinned and promised to text the details to everyone. His hands left Eva’s sides – with a slight but genuine reluctance, she felt – and she watched as he escorted Mitch to Zack’s highly polished Chevy Colorado and pulled away.
Tyler cleaned the grill while Eva and Trish finished up inside. “Holy Mother of God,” Eva managed. “It’s been a long time.”
Trish hugged her friend again. “Honey, he’s just a million dollar man. I wasn’t even really talking to him, and still, I’m gonna need to change my panties. Yours must be soaked.” They giggled together for a moment before Eva’s straightened face and twinkling eyes told her friend the truth. “I knew it, you juicy slut.”
Eva brushed off the mockery. “He’s fighting tomorrow,” she said, still taken aback by the invitation. “Do you think I should go?”
“Of course I do, air-brain! Watch him kick some ass, then get him to give you a ride.” She grinned. “And ride, and ride and ride . . .” Trish added lasciviously. Eva slapped her ass and made a show of harrumphing her way across the little house to her room. Locking the door, she knew that she would have no control over what came next; her shorts and panties slid down and off, and her fingers sought out the sexy wetness this new, wonderfully mature, unbelievably handsome man had caused. She pictured every part of him, wreathed in his seductively masculine scent: his firm, capable pectoral muscles and the sensitive nipples which she would suck as they moved through the gears of foreplay; his arms – God, his arms – bulging with strength but winningly comforting, as wonderful for a long hug as they were for lifting her bodily into the air while her legs wrapped around him;
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