Evan's Submission

Evan hadn't seen Claire since high school and yet there she was, standing in front of him in the grocery store. She looks as sexy as ever in her tight blue jeans and low cut t-shirt. Evan tried to turn around and leave without her seeing him. He had never been brave enouch to talk to her in high school because she was so out of his league and nothing had changed. But his luck must really suck because before he ducked out of there, she saw him. "Evan!" she shouted, waving at him. "It that you?"

Holy crap she remembered his name? He turned around and smiled at her. "Hey, Claire," he said, feeling his cheeks heat up while looking at her.

"How have you been? It's been forever since I've seen you!" She walked up and pulled him into a hug as if they were old friends. He closed his eyes as the scent of her lavendar perfume washed over him and he felt her large perky breasts press up against his chest.

"Yeah, long time no see," he stuttered out. He never was good at talking to women, especially ones he had been crushing on since high school.

She looked him up and down and smiled slightly. Was she sizing him up? Realizing he was the same skinny nerd he was in high school? At least he didn't have an acne problem anymore. "Are you busy today? I'm just going back to my apartment. You're free to come with. We can catch up."

"Evan found himself nodding. Shit this was a mistake. He would hate it when she realized how much of a loser he was and then would never see him again. But he wanted to see her and spend time with her. And it was his day off and he had the time so why not?

They went over to her apartment, a cozy little one bedroom not far from the grocery store. Claire started grabbing the groceries but Evan hurried over. "I got them," he said. "Don't worry."

She smiled. "Thanks." She turned and started walking to her front door with a swing in her step. Evan struggled to gather up all the bags. At least she lived on the ground floor.

He followed her into her apartment. "You can set those on the kitchen table," Claire said, gesturing.

Evan quickly set them down, relieved to finally be rid of the heavy burden. That's what he got for volunteering. "Wine is in the cupboard. Leave the groceries for now. We should catch up." She sat down on her oversized couch in the living room, putting her feet up on the cushions.

Evan grabbed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses before joining her. It felt natural to obey her. One of his exes complained about him being too passive and not aggressive enough. But he was always more content doing what he was told than doing the telling.

Claire seemed to like it. Her eyes followed his movements as he sat down on the couch before setting the glasses on the coffee table and pouring them both a cup of wine. "You seem nervous," she said.

"A little," Evan admitted. "Honestly, I'm surprised you even remembered my name. I don't think we talked much."

"No, unfortunately." She smiled at him. "I noticed you, though. You were always really quiet. Whenever a girl spoke to you, you blushed. Just like you are right now."

Evan looked away, a bashful smile on his face. "I can't help it," he mumbled.

"I think it's cute. I always have."

"Really?" He peeked a look at her. She was smiling at him as she took a long, lingering sip of her wine. "You know, I had a crush on you in high school."

She smiled wider. "I know you did. You weren't great at hiding it."

Ugh, of course she did. Man, she must think him a blatant idiot.

"What about now?" she asked.

"What do you think?" Evan asked. "You haven't changed at all."

"Neither have you." A hand fell on his thigh. Evan felt himself get hard. He took a long sip of his wine to calm himself. It didn't work.

"Why did you invite me over here?" Evan asked.

"Because you're sexy. And I want you. Do I need another reason?"

He shook his head silently. He didn't know what to say. How could a goddess like her ever think him sexy?

"Do you want me, Evan?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Say it," she said. She wasn't smiling anymore, instead looking at him intently and biting her lip.

"I want you," he said hoarsely.

"What would you do to have me?"

"Anything," he answered instantly. Why was she toying with him? Surely she had to know he would do anything.

"Do you mean it?"

"Completely."

She set down her wine glass and gestured for him to do the same, which he did. "Lean back against the the couch."

He obeyed, leaning against the soft leather.

"Put your arms up on the backrest."

Evan spread out his arms, resting them on the back of the couch. He felt so exposed even though he wore a t-shirt and jeans. His skinny chest was open and practically on full display.

Claire bit her lip. "Don't move," she said huskily.

Evan stayed still and watched her slink off the couch and stand in front of him. He looked up at her, taking in her sexy curves and sweet lips. How a woman like her ever want a skinny dork like him? But even if she was toying with him, he wouldn't mind. Not as long as he got to be with her, even for a little bit.

Her thighs brushed against his legs as she straddled him. Evan gasped slightly as she pushed her crotch against his. He felt himself get hard for her. He knew she could feel it, which made him blush even more.

She leaned down and kissed him. Her lips seared into his and he let out a slight moan. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but she said not to move. He didn't want to do anything to make it stop. The kiss felt so good.

Her tongue darted out and licked at his lips and he moaned again. Clarie smiled as she ended the kiss. "You did a good job not moving."

"Thank you," he said, panting hard. That kiss had been so hot. Damn, he wanted her so badly now. He couldn't believe that she would want him back.

"Take off your shirt," she said, sitting back against his thighs.

He obeyed, revealing his skinny chest to her. Evan looked away as she looked him over. He didn't want to see the disappointment she surely felt at seeing him shirtless.

Her hands wrapped around his chin and she gently steered his face back to her. "Look at me," she said. "Just at me."

Evan kept his eyes on her. Claire looked him up and down with a smile and brushed the tips of her fingers against his chest. Evan shivered from the movement. Claire smiled. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," he said.

She did it again, this time on his arms and Evan sucked in his breath. Those slight touches felt so good.

"I like a man not afraid to show his reactions."

"I couldn't hide them if I wanted to," he confessed.

She grinned. "Good."

Claire leaned forward and started kissing the side of his neck. "Put your arms back on the back of the couch," she said.

His hands itched to hold her, especially to grip her bottom rubbing against his legs, but he put them on the couch. She sat back and looked at him curiously. "Do you like it when I order you to do things?"

"Yes," he answered truthfully.

"Most guys don't like women having control over them."

"I do," he said. He was desperate for her control right now. "Please. I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."

She stood up and started unzipping her jeans. "Get on the ground."

He knelt at her feet. Claire kicked off her jeans and sat back down on the couch. She spread her legs, showing her bare pussy. "Lick it," she said.

He moved forward to lick it, but as soon as he got close enough, she grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her pussy. Her grip was surprisingly strong. Evan couldn't move his head to the left or right. All he could do was lick her pussy.

Evan flicked his tongue over her clit over and over. Claire moaned slightly and then started gasping as he picked up pace. She pressed his face harder into her pussy. "Put it inside me," she said.

Evan obeyed, putting his tongue as far inside her as possible while licking the insides of her pussy. Claire moaned again and started moving her hips until she was fucking his tongue. Evan's erection started straining against his jeans and he started to rub himself.

Claire kicked his hand away. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself," she said. "Keep your hands behind your back until I say otherwise."

Evan groaned. This was torture. Fucking amazing torture but his erection was so hard and painful now.

"If you behave, then I'll reward you. But you need to behave first."

Evan complied and continued eating her out. He was helpless in her grip and all he could do was pleasure her.

Finally, she released him. "Lie back on the floor," she said. "Go on."

He obeyed, putting his hands above his head. Claire smiled at him. "That's good," she said. She knelt between his legs and lightly brushed her fingers against his erection, still in his jeans. His hips jerked from the motion. She smiled. "Do you want me?"

"You know I want you."

"But I like hearing you say it."

"I want you, Claire," he said. "More than anything."

She smiled. "Good." Slowly, she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. She licked the tip just barely and Evan yelped as electric pleasure zinged through him. She grabbed his hips to keep him still as she licked him over and over before taking his head into her mouth. Evan stuttered out a moan as unbelievable pleasure washed over him. God damn, she felt so fucking amazing.

Claire sucked him until he was about to come. The pressure was building up in him but at the last second she pulled back. Evan hissed in frustration.

She smiled. "Don't worry. You'll come when I want you to," she said. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Her own lips were surprisingly gentle and Evan responded in kind. He brought a hand up to cup her face, unable to stop himself. She didn't seem to mind, instead running her teeth lightly against his bottom lip. Jesus fucking Christ she felt so good.

Claire tugged at the waistband of Evan's pants and he raised his hips so she could pull them down all the way. She grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, bringing Evan back to the edge again. She let go when he was on the brink again. Evan was panting, desperate for relief even as she tortured him so wonderfully.

Claire grabbed his hair and held him still for another kiss. As her lips met his, she sat down on him, his cock sliding into her pussy. Evan groaned as her tight pussy enveloped him, feeling so amazing. She moved herself up and down his cock, using him like a sex toy as her own breath came faster and faster.

Grabbing onto his hands, she pinned him down and kissed him as she fucked him so completely. The pressure was building in him again, but she showed no signs of stopping. "I'm going to come," Evan said.

"Fucking do it, then," she gasped and bit his neck, just below the pulse point.

Evan shouted out as he went over the edge and orgasm hit him. His hot seed spurted into her tight pussy. Claire moaned and moved her hips, enjoying the feeling of making him come. Her pussy tightened milking him of every drop of cum. She moaned as she came herself, her orgasm making her tremble before she went still.

Evan felt like rubber and so amazing. He raised a shaking hand to her head and ran his fingers through her hair. "Thank you," he said. "Oh god, thank you."

She smiled as she slowly moved off him and curled up next to him on the floor. "Thank you," she said, smiling.

"Do I need to, uh, get you... something?" He blushed. How was he supposed to form words around her?

She looked at him, confused, before she got his meaning. "Oh no, I'm on the pill. Don't worry. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. It was so amazing." He put his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. He didn't want to let her go after that. "Did you enjoy it?" He looked at her uncertainly. He hadn't done much after all, and he certainly wasn't much to look at.

"I loved it," she said. "Your reactions were perfect." She planted a kiss on his lips before sitting up and stretching.

"Would you, uh, would you like to do this again?" He felt his cheeks heat up. He really didn't want this to be a one night stand. It had felt too good.

"Absolutely," she said. "Now get dressed. We can talk later, but I think we both need to get our groceries put away."

Evan laughed. "Yeah, we do."

He left Claire's house feeling amazing and with plans to meet later for coffee. And to think that he thought she never noticed him in high school.