The short ride back to her house
lengthened in silence. Finally, Evan flipped on the car radio. Nevertheless, a latent tension between them seemed to grow
and expand the closer they got to Carla’s street. Thoughts whirled in her head; butterflies cavorted in her solar plexus.
Fingers meshed tight together where they lay in her lap.
Evan suddenly grabbed one of her
hands, pulling on it. The Caddy’s automatic shift was on the steering post, so nothing hindered her slide across the
wide front seat, close to his side. He dragged their linked hands against his swollen cock. Carla realized the heat emanating
from the bulge in his jeans was almost enough to fry an egg.
he pulled the Caddy to a standstill in front of Carla’s address, Evan hit the button that raised the convertible roof.
When the hood snapped shut, Evan released her hand, snapping the mechanism into place. Then he turned toward her.
“I’ve been waiting all
night for this,” he said. His voice was deep and heavy with intent. He pulled her toward him, wrapped his brawny arms
around her, and started kissing her.
Carla had never been kissed quite
this way, with such burning intensity. When she had been younger and more na´ve, she had been frightened and disgusted the
first time Billy french-kissed her, and she had pulled away from his ravishing tongue. But he’d coaxed her, telling
her that “real” men kissed like that, so she’d let him. And she’d learned to like it.
Evan’s experienced kisses were
anything but disgusting. Carla told herself to relax, get used to the feel of a man holding her in his arms with his tongue
in her mouth again. Her hands slowly crept higher and slipped under the long hair brushing his shoulders to clasp the warm
skin on his big neck.
His kisses sucked everything out
of her mouth, including her tongue. Carla fought to catch her breath as their mouths opened wide, tongues meshing with each
other, feverishly licking and tasting as if they couldn't get enough. Raw, hungry groans and soft murmurs built inside the
Caddy as the air grew hotter and more intense by the minute.
Evan felt Carla responding; she kissed
like a pro. He was convinced she wanted sex as much as he did. Damn, she was hot! His cock was big and hard as a rock already.
When he’d met her in the parking lot, something about her caught his eye, something more than her cute, wiggling ass
and her boobs, something about her he couldn't forget. When she met him at the door, he told himself this was gonna be some
great night. Carla wore the look of a woman who wanted to be fucked. Evan liked that; he loved women who didn't tease but
knew what they wanted and found ways to get it. He’d accommodate them, one and all. He wanted nothing better than a
wild partner clawing at his zipper, trying to get at his pecker.
He widened his mouth and covered
hers. She pushed her tongue in and rolled it around his teeth. He loved this kind of foreplay. Holy shit! He was on fire with
lust for this babe. He never jumped a woman’s bones on a first date, but Carla was driving him up a wall. The way things
were going, he damn well couldn't hold back.
he coaxed. “Let yourself go.” He growled low in his throat, turning to nuzzle her earlobe, nibbling around its
edge, and pushing his tongue into the opening. His hands moved up and down Carla’s slender spine while he dragged her
cotton top out of her pants. When he laid his big palms against the velvet of her skin, she was warm and pliant beneath his
touch. Raising the hem of her shirt higher, Evan caressed her, taking his time, making love to her womanly hips, slender torso,
and lush breasts. He felt her jerk just a little, but she didn’t stop him from unhooking her bra. When he let the bra
droop away from her flesh, unheeded, the weight of her breasts fell into his waiting palms. He squeezed the soft mounds of
flesh and thumbed across the hardened tips. His blood pressure soared as his erection pulsed, fighting the restraint of his
tight jeans. He was sure Carla Moore was putty in his hands.
Carla swallowed hard, resting her
forehead against his shoulder, letting him do what he wanted because all of it felt so wonderful. It had been a long, dry,
agonizing spell without a real man to make love to her. She was still uncertain if she could go through with what she intended,
but she wanted to. Oh yeah! She wanted to all right, but she’d have to screw up her courage first.
He kept squeezing gently, rubbing
a nipple bit harder. Finally, he heard a small, audible sound of pleasure escape from her. He bent and kissed her nape, got
a whiff of her flowery perfume, and lapped her skin with the tip of his tongue.
I’m gonna get it, it won’t be in the front seat of the car like a wham-bam-thank-you-m’am fuck job, he
thought. I’ll give her what she wants. I want her wild in bed; creamy, wet and
naked--and begging me to give it to her.
He broke away from her. “Let’s
go inside. Give me your key.”
Aching with need, almost hypnotized
by Evan's kisses, Carla fumbled in her purse for the bunch of keys. She handed them to him.
He got out of the car and closed
the door very gently before coming around to her side to help her out. Feeling her tremble, he saw Carla’s anxiety and
wondered at it. Still, she didn’t stop him as he escorted her up to the front door and finally, jammed a key in the
“Be careful,” she
remembered to say. “Don’t let the cat out.”
He turned the doorknob and pushed
it open just enough so both of them could squeeze inside. The house was dark. He shut the door behind them and grabbed her
This kiss was longer than the one
in the car. Carla dug her hands under his T-shirt, smoothing her palms over his ribs and back. Her short fingernails raked
over skin covering the hard muscles beside his spine, felt no flab. He was like touching heaven: warm, delicious, male flesh.
She pressed closer, their bodies glued together from shoulders to knees, his prominent erection pushing into her belly.
“Where’s your bedroom,
Carla?” His deep baritone whisper was low and urgent. “Don’t turn on the lights. Just show me.”
“I-It’s upstairs. C’mon.”
Carla led the way to the large feminine-looking bedroom with its ruffled bedspread and pillowcases. The dim light of a summer
moon beamed through a window of the bedroom. Carla paused for a moment, not sure how to start this business of getting fucked
by Evan Lupo. Fifteen years ago, she’d slept with her first and only man. Now, tonight, it felt again as if it might
be the first time. She didn’t want Evan leaving without fucking her, nor did she want him disappointed by her amateurish
lovemaking. She’d been so out of touch with sex. Why in the hell did she let it go so long before finding someone?
Looking at Evan Lupo, Carla knew he'd been in a number
of local beds and probably had lots of practice. She had gazed into his eyes at the Pub; they were dark and more exciting
then any she'd seen for sometime. He had bedroom eyes that, at the drop of a hat, would erase a woman’s inhibitions
and have her shedding her clothes in seconds flat. His eyes reminded her of pools of delicious, melted chocolate.
Evan was the reason she decided to
do herself a favor. But at this minute, her courage was wavering. She was 37 years old, for God’s sake, even if he didn’t know it. He had to be almost ten years younger. What if he laughed at her?
“I’m not sure I can
do this,” she said in a tiny voice.
Evan felt as if he’d been
dumped on by a waterfall of ice cubes.
For a long moment, silence reverberated
“Dammit, Carla, I’m
as hard as a rock. You’re jerking my chain, and --”
“I-I’m not jerking
your chain, Evan. It’s only because –“
“I thought you wanted
“I do, I know I do, but…well,
maybe I’d better lay it on the line.” She blinked hard. “I haven’t slept with anyone since I was twenty-two.
I’m 37 now. I’m embarrassed to tell you that I don’t know how to start this--”
She heard his sharp inhale.
H. Christ! It’d be like screwing a virgin. And he hadn’t done that in a very long time.
Evan grabbed her and pulled her
against his erection. “Dammit, Carla, don't you know you’re as sexy as hell? Just thinking about you tonight had
me jumping out of my skin like a hot jackrabbit.”
Oh God, why am I such a wimp? she thought.
“I-I really want to do this.
It’s just that I need some…help.”
”Well, then, hot shit,
tell me how I can help!”