My life was unrecognizable. Two weeks had passed since Eva and I had hooked up in the privacy of her dorm room. Two weeks since her first orgasm. Two weeks since my first blowjob.
Two weeks since our first date.
We hadn't yet gone 24 hours without seeing each other. During the day we strolled hand-in-hand through the campus glen, went to parties, did homework together, and snuck lingering kisses in between classes.
And come nighttime, I ate her out and she guzzled my cum. Every. Single. Night.
I had reason to believe that tonight would be different, however. While I edited a paper, Eva had a heated, Spanish-language Skype session with her mom. I couldn't tell what they were saying, of course, but the impatience of Eva's tone sounded like she was trying to persuade her mother of something. She slammed her laptop shut and tore off her headphones. Apparently, she'd failed.
"You good?" I asked. Eva collapsed on the bed beside me, face in my chest.
"Sure. My mom's a misogynist, but sure."
"What do you mean? She's a woman, too." Eva gave me a withering look, the same look she gave me whenever I questioned the obvious.
"She internalized a lot of dumb attitudes."
"What kind of attitudes?"
"You know, just the idea that a man's dick is important enough to alter the core of a woman's being." Horror.
"You haven't—have you told her—?" She gave me the look again.
"No, of course not. I'm just trying to open her mind to new ideas about sex. She and my dad raised me with the idea that God wants me to be a virgin until I marry. I don't agree."
"Does that mean you want to have sex?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I mean I don't agree that it matters to God. It still matters to me." My rising erection flopped back down again.
"Right." Eva grinned at the disappointed look on my face.
"How many blowjobs have you had in the past week? Isn't that enough for you?"
I would never dare complain. I adored the feeling of her swallowing my cock. I adored sliding various fingers inside her. I adored kissing her. I adored her pendulous tits in my mouth. But a part of me was still deeply unsatisfied, and it had to be primal. Something left over from my prehistoric brain. Something that said: this female has made herself sexually available, but is still unwilling to mate with you. And this feeling wouldn't go away, no matter how many times I splattered the back of her throat with my cum.
"Hungry, lover?" Eva rubbed her hand over my firming cock and climbed on top of me. We took off our shirts and I unhooked her bra in one practiced swipe. I took each breast in hand and kissed them reverently, one at a time. She jiggled them in my face with a girlish giggle. I groaned.
Eva reached down and unzippered my jeans, then began stroking my cock to full hardness. I feared it would grow numb from constant handling, but it seemed to be experiencing the opposite effect. It was constantly sensitive to pleasure, anticipated and actual. She gave another tantalizing wiggle.
"You like them, don't you?" I responded by suckling her nipples until the room was filled with the sound of Eva's small moans.
She hopped off the bed and removed the rest of her clothes. I reached out and smacked her plump ass. She jumped a little.
"You just don't have any self-control, do you?"
"Not anymore." I yanked my pants and boxers off horizontally and she returned to her seat on my lap. We made out for a while. She jerked me off with gentle hands and I toyed with her clitoris. She grew excited more quickly than was usual. After only five minutes, my fingers were slick.
"Wow," I mumbled.
"It's these new birth control pills. They mess with my hormones."
"Birth...?" Eva sighed.
"It's for my period, Clay."
My answering "okay" was swallowed by her mouth. I massaged her breasts with one hand while fingering her with the other, our tongues tangling. Eva bounced up and down with unusual vigor and grinded against my palm.
"Fuck, I wish your fingers were thicker," she breathed. I darted them in and out, stimulating her breathing to the point of panting. A hand came down hard on my shoulder. I thought it was passion, but then I heard her frustrated sigh.
