Along with Jennifer's series, I now present you with Evan' Life! Here is the first story, from the erotic series, that got the ball rolling. Enjoy!
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Moving was always tough. Evan knew it, but he steeled himself for it. The movers packed what little stuff he had, and had just left. His home was now an empty shell, and he looked into it one last time.
"Later, house," he said to it. "We had some good times!"
Evan got into his car and left. His lanky frame fit well in his car, having taken the time to make sure it fit him. He hit the highway in short time and was on his way to Texas and his new home in Houston.
Driving along, he thought about the past few months on the job. He had been promoted from platform manager to executive manager of all eight platforms owned by Samuel Gracy. Sam was his boss, and close friend. When Sam came to him and told him about the merger, Evan thought he would be losing his job. He was relieved, and shocked, to learn that he not only would not be laid off, but that Sam wanted him to follow him to Houston and become part of the merger. None of the other executives would be retained, as he soon learned, so this became a source of irritation and hatred for them. Sam was sensitive to this, so gave Evan leave for the remaining 3 months, with pay. This suited him just fine, and squirreled as much money as possible away for the move. By the time he left, he had a sizeable amount. He asked Sam to open an account with the company Credit Union and put all but 5000 dollars into it, so he would have funds to work with when he arrived. This had been done, and he felt better knowing that the house was taken of by Sam, at his request. Sam even told Evan to take just his personal belongings; No furniture, lawn equipment etc. While this confused Evan at first, it became clear when he learned that a home was waiting for him.
He had been traveling for a while before he noticed he needed gas. He pulled off at the next exit and pulled into a gas station. It was one of those self-serve stations, not at all like the ones in New Jersey, so he carefully read the directions. He put his money in the machine, put the nozzle in his car, and locked the handle in place.
When he turned around, he saw a pretty woman sitting on the curb near the minimart front doors. Her head was down, and her shoulders were shaking. She was crying. Evan went up to her.
"Anything I can do for you, miss?" Evan asked.
"Not unless you can give me a ride," she sobbed, her head still down.
Evan didn't have to think very hard on it. He just spent 3 hours on the road, and it was getting damned boring! "Where you going?"
"Texas," said the woman.
Sweeter still! "Well, it so happens that that's where I am headed."
The woman's head shot up, and Evan could see one possible reason why she was crying: She was sporting a black eye.
"Geez, lady, who did that to you?" Evan asked shocked.
"Oh, that prick of an ex-boyfriend," she sniffled. "We pulled in to get gas. He wanted me to go down on him in the bathroom. When I refused, he hit me and tore out of here. Now I'm stranded here, with no way to get ho-ho-home!" she started crying again.
Evan bent down and put his arm around her. "Tell you what. I'll get you home. We're going in the same direction, and I could use a driving buddy. It gets boring on the road alone. So, How about it?"
The woman wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Evan. "You'd do that for me?"
"Sure," Evan answered, squeezing her shoulder.
The woman suddenly got a shrewd look on her face. "What's it gonna cost?" she asked him.
"Your company, if you can afford it," Evan said.
Finally, a smile crossed her face. "Then I accept your offer," she said.
"Great!" Evan said. "My car is the Focus over there. Get on in. I'll get us some Cokes."
Evan helped the woman up. She was tall, at least 6 foot, with blond hair and blue eyes. Her chest was medium size, about a small c cup, and her hips flared sexily. Her jeans encased what looked to be shapely legs. Evan pointed to the car again, giving her a friendly push towards it, and entered the minimart.
Evan bought a six-pack of coke and some grapes for the next leg of the trip. He figured on spending the night somewhere in Virginia, and he made sure he had the money to help this gorgeous woman while he bought his stuff.
He saw the woman in the passenger seat of his car when he got back. She had covered herself with one of his blankets he had in the back, and she looked asleep. He took the nozzle out of his car, got his receipt, and then got back on the road.
It was getting dusk outside. The woman continued to sleep. Evan put on some tunes, but turned down the volume so it wouldn't disturb her. She turned, and the blanket fell from her shoulders on to her lap. Evan looked. She was wearing a plaid shirt tied at the midriff, exposing a very flat belly. A couple buttons had come undone, and he could see the outline of a beautifully formed breast within.
About an hour later, the woman woke up, and stretched luxuriously. She tucked the blanket around her waist, and kicked off her shoes. She looked over at Evan and smiled.
"Thank you for getting me home," the woman said to him.
"My pleasure," Evan said.
"You know, I haven't got your name yet."
"Evan. Evan Bertram."
"I'm Brittney Maklin. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand.
Evan shook it. "Likewise," he said.
"It looks like your moving, with all those blankets and clothes back there."
"I am. My job moved, so I'm moving with it. The company bought me a house in Houston."
Brittney looked shocked. "Oh, this is too weird!"
"What?" Evan said, suddenly concerned.
"I live in Houston as well!"
This got Evan's imagination rolling. Here was this gorgeous woman, and it looked like she would be riding with him all the way to Houston. Now what were the chances of picking up someone going to the same place as you? Damned small, Evan thought.
