So, the rumor around school was that Chip had broken up with his girlfriend in dramatic fashion, and Eva thought this might be her chance. She took every opportunity to see him in the hallway, and by the end of the week he had asked her to the dance after the game.
Eva got permission to stay out a little late. She met him after the game and he said he didn't really want to go to the dance, asking if she would mind going for a drive. She agreed, but she had really been looking forward to dancing with him. He drove out to the park and pulled off in a dark secluded spot.
She really hadn't expected it to progress so quickly as he leaned over to kiss her. It certainly wasn't her first kiss, but she had never really made out like this. They kissed for awhile then his hands started slowly roaming until they were on her breasts. She wanted to feel him touch her, and it felt good, but somehow it didn't seem quite right.
She didn't stop him though, and he continued making his advances. Soon he was up under her shirt, and he released the clasp on her bra after fumbling with it. His hands ran up under her shirt and pulled it up, and he brought his mouth to suck on her tits. He really did desire her body, she thought! One of his hands went to her leg and started rubbing, then groping along her jeans. She re-positioned and he undid the button and slid his hand inside.
She reached over and felt his jeans, rubbing him. His jeans were thick and it was hard to tell how big he was. He undid the button for her, and she reached down his pants. It was hard to find his rod, it just felt mostly soft. She finally found it and wrapped her hand around it. He pushed his jeans down. She was actually stroking her first cock! It slowly hardened, but she felt awkward, and she definitely didn't feel like she was very good at it. Was she going to go all the way? She couldn't, she didn't have any protection.
"I don't have any protection, do you?" Eva nearly whispered.
"No, but don't worry, you won't get pregnant," Chip replied. Aunt Margo had been adamant that she was to use it. Well, she figured she could at least suck him off and she would be better prepared next time.
"I can't, but here, let me suck you," she offered. She leaned over and brought her face close to his dick. She placed her lips around it and slowly tried to do what she had seen Aunt Margo do. It was strange, and still partly soft. She licked it and then tried to take it into her mouth. It was getting harder and bigger, so she stroked it some with her hand. With it now stiff, she tried putting her mouth over it, but it seemed a lot bigger in her mouth than she imagined, and she found she couldn't go down on it very far without choking herself.
She suddenly felt sad; she wasn't any good at it. She kept going, using her hand to stroke it and wrapping her lips around the head. She looked up at him, but he had his eyes closed. He was starting to moan, that meant he might be close to cumming. She continued working on him for what seemed like a long time and then it finally happened. The semen rushed into her mouth. It was more than she expected, and it leaked out and dripped on her hand. She found it hard to swallow and the taste was a little overwhelming. She finally managed and then tried to clean him up like Aunt Margo had done. He was quickly soft, and she sat back up expecting him to say something. He zipped himself up.
"We better get you home before you get in trouble," he announced, and he started the car and pulled away. She started putting herself back together. Well, that didn't go exactly like she expected, but at least she had done it. She would get better at with more practice, after all. She couldn't wait to talk to Aunt Margo about it.
When Eva arrived at school Monday morning, things were different. Two guys she barely knew asked her if she would go out on Saturday, and one poked his tongue into his cheek. Then a girl that she didn't know very well but had always seemed nice came up and asked Eva if she knew that Chip was back with his old girlfriend. Here, he had apparently used Eva, then blabbed to all his friends so the entire school knew. She wanted to crawl into a hole. Aunt Margo's words ran through her head, '...and some guys will just fuck you because....' Well, since everyone already thought she was a slut, it wasn't going to hurt anything if she actually became one, Eva thought to herself.
The next time she saw Aunt Margo. Eva told her everything and begged her to teach her all about sex. She wanted to try everything and be good at it. She talked to Big Daddy, too. She even schemed up the idea of working at the parties to get a car of her own. She wanted a mustang convertible, and she promised she would do whatever it took. At school whenever a guy teased her, she immediately called his bluff, and offered to meet somewhere at the earliest opportunity so she could take care of him, but they all backed out on her.
Finally, Big Daddy and Aunt Margo came up with the voyeur scheme as an outlet for Eva's frustration, thinking that if they weren't careful she might just start fucking out of spite. She agreed to it after they promised that they would teach her, but it would be when they decided, and only if she followed all the rules. So that's how Eva's secret life began...
The next party was approaching and Eva was bummed because it was going to be during that time of the month. Also after the last party, Margo suggested she get on the pill, just for safety, since that guy shot his load all over her stomach and chest. Then Big Daddy approached Eva and suggested she could give hand jobs, but only if she wanted. Just the thought of stroking a guy and watching his cum shoot already was getting her hot. She readily agreed, and jumped up and gave Big Daddy a kiss.
Eva got dressed early for the party in anticipation, and spent extra time on her makeup and hair. She wore the black cocktail dress that Big Daddy had picked out for her. It was simple and form fitting, with just a little extra plunge in the neckline and back to show some skin, but not enough to draw the ire of Aunt Mable. Under it, she had on a silky black bra and panties.
During the party, she met the guests and flirted as usual, wondering as she met each man if she was going to be stroking off his dick later on. There were so many people there, and she still didn't know how the "clients" were chosen. Obviously, only a few were privy to the underlying secrets of the parties at the mansion.
A businessman from Sweden caught her eye, younger than most of the guests. He appeared to be in his mid thirties, exceptionally well dressed and mannered, he always had a small crowd of women around him wanting to know more about his business and pursuits. She had seen him before several years ago, but never paid much attention. She started fantasizing that he would be the first client that she would really have sex with. She could imagine his torso hovering over her as his hard cock came to her entrance and slowly pushed inside. She would spread her legs and let him shove it in, stroking until he shot his load.
"May I have this dance?" a voice inquired. Eva nearly jumped in surprise since she was lost in her fantasies. She looked up to find the Swedish business man holding out his hand.
"I'm not a very good dancer, you may regret it," she stammered.
"Then I will teach you," he responded. Eva thought to herself that she'd like him to teach her other things, too. It was a slow song. He pulled her toward the floor and then seemed to corral her in his arms, putting one around her waist and holding her right hand in his left. He moved with the rhythm of the music pulling her along. Dancing with him seemed effortless.
"I don't know if you remember me," he started.
"Ah, Mr. Hansson, I know who you are," she interjected.
"You flatter me, miss," he continued. "I've been watching you. You've become quite a beautiful young woman since I saw she last." Eva peered into his dark blue eyes.
"Thank you, kind sir," she replied, suddenly feeling like she was glowing.
"You are a fine dancer, after all," he observed.
"I don't think so, but sometimes having the right partner helps. I'm not doing anything, I'm just following your excellent lead," Eva suggested.
The room slowly moved around the two of them, but Eva felt like she was in the center of the eye of a storm. It was beautiful and calm and safe in his arms, and she didn't want the song to end, but it did.
