As much as Evinne hadn't planned on getting physical that quickly, her plans were shelved out of the window of the very first night when their making out spiralled out of control as she jerked Joe off and treated him to a sight of her bra-cladded tits. A slow loving kiss was shared in the orgasmic bliss afterwards, with Evinne gently caressing Joe's pecker, trying to milk out every last drop of his cum, while Joe enjoyed the sensations of her handjob and certainly didn't pass up the chance to play with her tits in return. Evinne had broken the kiss and made herself presentable by adjusting her romper straps back to their original positions. Joe took the cue, and folded his erection painfully back into his pants, as he was getting back to his full hardness after mauling his newly minted girlfriend's awesome rack and her stroking him lazily. Being the gentleman he was, he had offered to clean up the mess he made on her table, asking for some tissues, but Evinne rejected his offer, ushering him out of the room, but not before agreeing on a brunch date the next day.
Joe had then retired for the night almost immediately, beaming at how events had turned out. He couldn't believe his luck at how the entire situation had taken a surprising turn. On the contrary, Evinne was hot and bothered. Conscious at how turned on she felt, or was currently still feeling, she found herself playing with the residual cum on her finger, relishing the viscosity and stickiness of Joe's man juice. She couldn't resist her temptations but to scoop some freshly off the table, taking a whiff, only to be shocked by the muskiness of it. With Joe's kisses and feeling her up, her arousal levels were already off-the-charts and sending him back to his room was the only way to prevent things from escalating. If Joe had reached to unhook her bra or even requested for sex, she wouldn't have stopped him, and would accede to his requests, bending over the cum-splattered table in a heartbeat, rubbing her tits as he penetrated her tight, willing pussy. Evinne pictured Joe taking her from behind, groping onto her tits as handles while pistoling in and out of her from behind. She whimpered out, grabbing a towel hastily, wiped Joe's cum as cleanly as possibly off her fingers before sinking into her chair, putting her legs up and started masturbating furiously. She fingered herself mercilessly, climaxing to the thought of having sex with Joe. In her fantasy, Joe was on the brink of finishing, panting that he couldn't last longer. His raw dick was taking her bareback and he couldn't just cream-pie her. With Joe being an obvious tit-man and with her boobs already rubbed in cum from the table, Evinne agreed to him painting her melons with his cum, before Joe pulled out and she stroked his hard cock aiming at her tits and willing him to shoot his huge hot load all over them. Evinne couldn't wait to feel the sheer heat from his juice, and her orgasm hit her suddenly, overwhelming her as she came, writhing in pleasure.
As Evinne recovered from her orgasmic high, she tossed and turned in bed. The paradigm shift of power scared her, and to relinquish such control under such intimate circumstances was alien to her. It was just the first night and she was fantasising about having sex with Joe. With him, she was getting caught up in the heat of the moment, unable to stop herself from wanting more. That was unlike being with her ex-boyfriend, when it was always about when and how much she wanted to accede, even though he was perpetually asking for more. Evinne was prudish previously, making her ex finish himself off as she was irked by the stickiness of his cum but it was almost like she had changed overnight to become a total cum-slut. Joe's cum slut. That terminology brought a smile to her face which immediately disappeared due to her mental chiding of herself. There was so much conflicting mental activity going on that Evinne didn't even realise fatigue overwhelmed her and she was asleep. There were multiple sexual fantasies, all of which involved Joe, and it was a restless night as her body betrayed her wants, with her thighs clenching and her hands rubbing either her boobs or her pussy subconsciously. Evinne eventually woke up early after a restless few hours, with her panties soaked through.
Evinne decided to go for a run to clear her mind and to release the pent-up sexual energy. If she had met Joe in that state, Evinne would have acceded to any of his sexual requests without batting an eyelid. Decking herself in her normal active wear, a sexy sports bra and a pair of leggings which accentuated her taut ass, Evinne had then gone for her run. Midway through her run, Evinne had zoned out and was rehearsing a speech on what to say. She had every intention of going over to Joe's later on to clear the air and lay down certain ground rules and expectations. It was just the usual stuff - no sex, not venturing too far sexually, no kissing-and-telling, like how she did with her ex-boyfriend except that the order of things were reversed. Evinne decided on adding an extra point that she didn't want to be fully naked under any circumstances, convinced that sex was more unlikely to happen or for them to go further down the bases. Even though she was inspired by her sex fantasy and wanted to try a cum-shot, Evinne felt that it could spiral into more sexual acts that would be too soon for their relationship which she wasn't mentally prepared for. Not being fully naked could also prevent that as staining her expensive wardrobe pieces could prove to be a stronger deterrent.
She couldn't decide on her outfit after taking a shower after finishing her run, not wanting to go full-on sexy like lingerie under a revealing dress but Evinne wanted to be prepared in case a make-out session was on the cards. Decked in a white push-up bra and matching panties before pulling on a pair of denim shorts which accentuated her curvy butt, she was a sight to behold already. As time was on her side, with an hour to go before her date, Evinne contemplated about putting on some light make-up, buttoning up an oversight boyfriend shirt. Just as she was done, she heard a series of knocks on her door, and investigated it, seeing a sheepish Joe holding an opened laptop on his hands.
She opened the door, and the couple shared a hug, before Joe gave her a kiss on the cheeks.
"You look ready! And really pretty." Joe complimented, "I am just choosing the cafe and I'll pop back to change my shirt! Wanna give me your opinions?"
Evinne invited Joe in and while Joe placed himself on Evinne's table and she planted herself on her bed, the two engaged in small talk. Evinne noticed that she was smiling perpetually but she couldn't help but think that she wanted more than that chaste kiss, wanting Joe to slip his tongue into her mouth and allow their tongues to wrestle. What didn't escape her notice was that Joe's eyes were fixated on her through the reflection of his computer screen and it was obvious that he enjoyed being in her mere presence, contented with not making a move. As he was rambling on the pros and cons of each cafe, Evinne had walked over, and bent over, giving Joe a wet kiss on his cheek. She didn't bother holding down her shirt against her chest, knowing that Joe would be taking a look down-blouse. True enough, Joe's predictably stared down her top, and as his lecherous gaze washed over her but he allowed only his eyes to do the undressing. The only thing that became more blatant was his stares and the growing tent in his pants, much to a mindful Evinne, whose pussy only became wetter and hotter.
The way Joe stared at her only made her feel sexier, foxier and even more desirable. Evinne wanted nothing more at the moment to kiss Joe, and she was anticipating his touch but to no avail. She was going weak at the knees, wanting to reciprocate any of his actions if given the chance. All she needed was a reason to reach down, grab his hard cock and start stroking it so that she could make him spurt and cum. She couldn't wait to see the spilling of his hot, musky man juice and to feel its stickiness and its warmth on her fingers. However, she faced a dilemma, a strong internal conflict of giving in to her lust and her prior insecurities of moving too quickly in the relationship. A brief hint of uneasiness must have flashed across her face and it didn't escape Joe's notice and Evinne's lack of verbal or further response after her kiss prompted him to ask reassuringly, "You can tell me anything, you know that right?"
Evinne retreated back into her shell, moving away from Joe back to her original seat on the bed, muttering out, "Perhaps, it's just all happening too fast and too much."
Concerned, Joe promptly left his seat and gravitated towards his girlfriend, embracing her in his arms and giving her a kiss on her forehead, telling her, "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, love." Joe affirmed.
"I'm comfortable. That's the thing." Evinne sighed out, breaking out of the hug. As Joe stood beside her, Evinne took a deep breath before sharing her innermost concerns. Joe's intent listening and sincerity in his timely and appropriate responses was exactly what Evinne needed to hear and feel, dispelling her fears adequately, leading to her increasingly emotional nakedness. It made her cringe slightly, but it was like a weight being lifted off her shoulders and Joe's sharing of his own insecurities comforted her that she wasn't the only one with doubts in the relationship, and from breaking out of his embrace and sitting alone on the edge of the bed, Evinne had sought out Joe's hand and pulled him closer to her, till they were side-by-side, resting her head on his hip.
"We can be celibate too, if it makes everything easier, baby." Joe stated. He had meant it with all his heart and even though it meant keeping a raging boner under wraps and taking care of it on his own, Joe was prepared to do it.
Evinne let out a small laugh, gesturing at the tent of his pants. "You could take someone's eye out. Celibate."
"Don't worry about it." Joe mentioned slightly embarrassed, turning to tuck his erection away. "It's just that you look really... good."
