East Of Eve Ch 05

The following day, both Jason and Eve went to their first classes, but both of them were in profoundly different moods. On one hand, Eve, fresh off the confidence-boost of her math club, her swimming workout, and her subsequent 8-hour night of sleep, had risen early, eaten a big breakfast, and met the day with a burst of optimism. She was early to her multivariable calculus class, and proceeded to arrive early to all her subsequent classes as well. By noon, she was walking out of her third and final class of the day, invigorated by her studies and hungry as a horse for lunch.

Jason, on the other hand, had had a terrible night. On top of Eve hanging up on him, she didn't even bother to respond to either of the two texts that he sent a while later. It wasn't even like they were angry texts, either! He was just checking to see if she was absolutely certain that she didn't want to come over to his dorm. "Hey just fyi, in case you change ur mind, invitations still open!" one of his texts said. When Eve hadn't responded to that one, he had sent another text that said "Ugh. This college thing sucks. Goodnight i guess :(" Jason halfway hated himself for even sending these texts. Somewhere in his mind he knew that he was coming off as petty, childish, and maybe even pathetic, but his desperation to get at least some kind of response from Eve trumped his own self-respect. He badly wanted her to at least text him back, assuring him that she wished that they were spending the night together.

But she hadn't texted him back. Jason at least at the consolation of knowing that Eve hadn't read his texts, since they both had "Send Read Receipts" turned on. Perhaps she had just gone home, tidied up her dorm for a bit, and then finally collapsed down on her bed exhausted, falling asleep without even setting her phone alarm.

'Hmm, maybe she's biting off more than she can chew,' thought Jason. He surprised himself with the sudden flash of hope that she had fallen asleep without setting her alarm, missed her calculus class, and decided to drop it. Almost as soon as he had this thought, he felt bad. Why was he hoping for Eve to fail? He knew why -- he wanted her to get off this whole "new experiences" kick that she had been on for the last couple weeks. He wanted her to just chill the fuck out with all her talk of "independence" and "personal growth" and all that other stuff. On a surface level, Jason understood what she was getting at, but in truth her attitude annoyed him more than anything else. Jason didn't pursue the source of his annoyance, but if he had, he would have quickly discovered that her proactivity and optimism made him feel inadequate. Eve was making him feel like she was going to leave him behind, that she was graduating to bigger and better things. And the whole time she was acting all happy and bubbly, like there was nothing wrong.

As the night deepened, Jason tried to sleep, but couldn't. She hadn't even opened up his messages. Surely she hadn't forgotten to set her alarm -- this was Eve, after all! She was so on top of everything. To set her alarm, she would've had to consult her phone; she would've seen that he'd texted her. And therefore she had actually made the choice not to open them. She would have seen that they were from him. And she had chosen not to read them. His heart sank in the darkness of his dorm room, even as it buzzed and quickened with anxiety. He felt like she had slapped him in the face, but he had already spent his anger shouting at her over the phone. Now he was just consumed by worry. He had exposed himself as a petty, pathetic boyfriend who was having a bad time adjusting, and she had very appropriately smacked him down. She had hurt him...she was right...he was misunderstood...he had fucked up...the university housing administration was shitty for making them live 2 miles apart...she had seen his messages and not read them...she had rejected him...she was outgrowing him -- all these thoughts swirled about in his mind, exhausting him with their contradictions. Jason didn't know what to think.

Around 4:30 am, after agonizing hours of tossing and turning, Jason suddenly leapt out of bed and went down to the communal bathroom that his entire hall shared. He was only in his underwear. In the brightly illuminated bathroom, Jason stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself...at his body. He wasn't short. He was 5'8, for god-sakes! In the spiraling vortex of his nighttime worries, his mind had alighted on a terrible thought: what if Eve wasn't attracted to him anymore because she had finally realized that she couldn't respect him as a man because she was 5 inches taller than him!? What if, after Lauren had given her those heels, Eve had finally realized how much...more she was than him!? How she could probably get any guy she wanted, and that Jason was just not up to the task of keeping her?

It was an awful thought that had been growing in his mind for longer than Jason would have cared to admit. But suddenly, at 4:30 am, it became too much. He had to do something to reassure himself. And now, as he stood in front of the mirror, he felt some degree of relief. He was pretty jacked, after all. 5'8, 170 lbs. All-state wrestling team. His mind shot unpleasantly back to the day before, when he had taken longer than he anticipated to pin Eve. She was stronger than he remembered...but it was probably just her long legs that made it tough for him. He put his arms up and flexed them. Sizable bulges of muscle jumped to attention. He flexed his arms downward, and the rivulets of his triceps solidified impressively. He flexed his pectorals at the mirror -- they bounced just like he wanted them to. He turned around and put his arms up again, tightening his back muscles. They looked good. He backed up a little and flexed his legs. Even though he was more than satisfied with their musculature, he couldn't help but think about Eve's legs. They were so long...so much longer than his. Ever since high school, he had felt some insecurity around his legs. Even thought they were bulging with muscle, they looked pretty short...almost stunted, in fact. He had always wished that he was just a couple inches taller, and dating the 6'1 Eve had only served to intensify this wish.

What was he worried about? He looked great! He turned sideways and flexed his butt in the mirror. Its muscles squeezed together, as if they were magnetically attracted. Eve loved his ass -- she liked to trace it with her long fingers. She often commented on how sculpted it was, and how it had almost no fat on it. Who was Jason kidding, after all!? Eve loved him! She wanted to be with him! And...and she thought he was super hot.

'And...like, come on, she's got a point,' thought Jason as he continued to strike poses in the mirror. 'I look fantastic -- and it's not just because. I've worked to get to this point -- I worked hard for this body! So what if Eve is starting to exercise more? She's probably doing it because she's been inspired by me and wants to try and get on my level! And, just think...if Eve starts working out she's gonna look even hotter! Come on Jason, get a grip!'

He went back to bed feeling enormously reassured...smug, even. He looked at the red digits of his clock: 4:45. He had planned on getting up early to go lift weights, but it was so late...so late.

'Whatever,' he decided suddenly, 'I'll do it anyway! Gotta keep this body up! Can't let my girlfriend get ahead of me, haha!' He chuckled to himself as he proceeded to set his alarm for 6:30am, and he continued to smile to himself as he finally fell asleep. But his ambitions were poorly-planned, and he proceeded to sleep through his alarm, his planned workout, and his two morning classes.

Meanwhile, after eating a full lunch, Eve wasn't feeling the lassitude that generally set in after a meal. Her brain was still buzzing with content from the morning's classes, but she wasn't quite ready to start on her homework yet. She needed some sort of physical release. Right then, she thought of Jason. Maybe he'd want to go lift weights with her! Yeah, it was perfect! She took out her phone and saw that he hadn't texted her since the previous night. She felt a slight twinge of something like guilt or regret in her head; she hoped that he wasn't angry at her. But she quickly brushed this thought from her mind. This was a good sign -- he was doing his own thing, making his own schedule, instead of just texting her every 5 minutes. And besides, wasn't he in class now, anyway? Eve couldn't exactly remember his schedule, but she knew that he had two classes in the morning and early afternoon.

"Hey there big guy," she texted. "Wanna go work out together?" For the next ten minutes or so, Eve played around on her phone, but when Jason didn't text her back, she stood up and started walking toward the Rec Center. She felt the twinge of guilt again -- she really, really hoped that he wasn't ignoring her texts. She got to the Rec Center and glanced back down at her message. Jason hadn't opened it. She felt relief; even if he had been mad at her, he would've still read the message. It wouldn't be like him to just ignore her.

'Well, you did do the same thing last night,' a voice in her head reminded her. 'Maybe he's just paying it back to you, tit-for-tat.'

Eve laughed to herself as she walked into the weight room. Relationships sure were hard sometimes, but these kinds of thoughts were nothing short of ridiculous. Of course Jason wasn't that passive-aggressive. And it wasn't like she had done anything horrible the night before. She remembered the two texts he had sent later that night, that she had read with a roll of her eyes a few hours ago before she went to class. She hadn't dignified them with a response...they definitely sounded whiny. But she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt -- it was a time of transition, and transitions were hard. Jason would come to grips with everything and settle down. She was sure of it. As far as she was concerned, though, she was going to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak. For the next 45 minutes, she lifted weights, delighting herself with how energetic she was and how much she was able to lift. She hand't lifted weights in weeks, and yet she was able to pump out 3 set of 12 reps on the leg press at 135 pounds, 2 sets of 10 rep-bicep curls with 15-lb dumbbells, and more weight than she expected on the chest press, the glute press, and the back rower. She capped the whole workout off with a series of ab exercises, including the plank, medicine ball twists, and crunches. Just for fun, she even tried to see how many pull-ups she could manage, and surprised herself when she could get 3.

She left the gym breathing hard, her lithe body shining with sweat in the early afternoon sun. She had on black workout shorts that only went down to her upper thighs. Along with her ass, her thighs completely filled and even stretched the shorts a little. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt that her B-cup breasts expanded in front, and her shirt was slightly darkened by her sweat. She was wearing her white sneakers, which gave her an inch-and-a-half boost in height. Eve breathed deeply and squinted into the sunlight, putting on her sunglasses as she turned towards the dining hall. She knew that she had just eaten a big lunch a little while before, but her intense workout had made her hungry all over again. Besides, thanks to the meal plan her parents were paying for, she had unlimited access to the dining hall -- she was going to take advantage of it! She set off down the sidewalk with her purse around her shoulder, her long legs taking elegant strides, as her slightly-pumped and sweaty body turned heads of men and women alike.

Halfway to the dining hall, she ran into Jason. He appeared frazzled, wide-eyed, almost manic-looking. He was wearing flip-flops, baggy workout pants, and a crumpled off-color red t-shirt, and in each hand he held one of his sneakers, with a sock stuffed into each.

"Jason!" said Eve, almost startled at his unkempt appearance.

"Eve!" he said, almost choking on his words. He was out of breath. "I -- I just got your text and was coming to meet you! Wanna...wanna go...to the gym?" His words lost their energy and came out sounding small, as Jason realized from Eve's appearance that she had already worked out.

"Already did!" she said brightly, smiling down at him as she stood up straight, showing off her glistening body. Standing this way, with the extra inch-and-a-half boost from her sneakers, Eve was a full 6-and-a-half inches taller than Jason, a fact that was not lost on either of them. From Eve's perspective, the top of Jason's head didn't even reach her eyes. She was looking down at the crown of his head. His shoulders were actually under her breasts! From Jason's perspective, Eve looked even more formidable than usual -- he was looking straight into the middle of her shoulders, and he felt anxiety flood through him when he looked down and saw that her hips nearly came up to his chest! And her whole getup wasn't helping -- she just looked so...good, so adult, with her tight workout clothes and purse and wavy chestnut-brown hair and stylish sunglasses...her body looked bigger than usual. It must have been the workout pump, but Jason couldn't help but notice that her thighs, and even her upper arms and shoulders, looked a little bigger. It must have been the added height from her shoes, surely...In any case, Jason felt utterly dwarfed, and caught-off-guard.

"I was just on the way to the dining hall!" continued Eve when Jason didn't say anything. "I've already eaten lunch, but that workout got me hungry again! You wanna go work out and then we can meet up after?"

"Uh...uh, s-sure," said Jason, still trying to wrap his head around Eve's impressive appearance.

"Great! How were your classes this morning?" asked Eve, adjusting her purse and smiling.

"Uh...I, uh..." said Jason. He suddenly dreaded Eve's reaction to the news that he had missed them both.

"You did go to them, didn't you?!" asked Eve with more scrutiny in her voice. She peered down at him, and Jason felt the intensity of her eyes behind her sunglasses. He felt like a little child.

"I...uh...I -- no," he said simply, slumping his shoulders. He felt defeated, small.

"What!? Jason!" scolded Eve, standing up straight and putting her hands on her hips. "Come on! You missed your first classes!? What kind of start is that??"

"I...I couldn't sleep!" he protested, having to crane his head up to address his girlfriend to her face. "I -- I had to get some sleep, Eve!" He had been going to admit that he had slept through his alarm, but he quickly decided that Eve didn't need to know this information. He would frame it as him making the active decision to get the sleep he needed.

"And besides," he continued, gathering confidence in his position, "it doesn't matter if you miss on the first day. All they talk about is the syllabus."

"Not in my classes," said Eve. "Jason..." She was clearly disappointed in him, and she cocked her head to the side as she looked down at him.

"Come on Eve, I've got this!" he said, trying hard not to let his irritation at her spill into his voice. "I've emailed both my professors about missing, and they said it's totally fine." It was a lie, but he was feeling desperate now. After his show of insecurity and pettiness last night, he couldn't afford to sink even lower in Eve's estimation.

"They didn't mind?" asked Eve. She seemed to reconsider. "Oh, ok...ok! Well, then that's fine then. Good on you for letting them know." There was an awkward pause between the two of them. Eve shifted her stance a little as she regarded her boyfriend through her sunglasses. It looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His hair was all over the place. It was clear that he had read her text and immediately grabbed his socks and shoes and set off toward the gym, hoping to meet her in time. Privately, Eve entertained the unpleasant thought that Jason was lying to her about getting in touch with his professors. But she dismissed it from her mind; she'd take him at his word. He actually looked nice with that old shirt on...hell, he looked pretty cute all frazzled like this. She looked at the muscles in his forearms and felt her pussy start to wet itself.

"Well, how about you go work out," she said, "and I'll stuff my face again, and then...and then we could meet up at my place. You're looking pretty cute right now, you know."

"Oh yeah?" asked Jason, his face brightening. Eve saw the color come into his cheeks, and she felt a deep attraction to him. It was almost silly how much power she had to dictate his moods by talking about how hot she found him, but what did that matter? What she said was true. He was just...such a hunk.

"Yeahhhh," she said down to him sultrily. She bent down, arching her back, and brought her hand around to the back of his head, pulling it towards hers as she descended. Their lips met, and Eve tasted the sourness of Jason's mouth. He hadn't even taken the time to brush his teeth. She felt a light wave of disenchantment, but she suddenly rallied past it and kissed harder, opening her mouth into his as her tongue invaded and probed lustily. There was something hot to Eve about how they both looked right now -- she was all sweaty and tall, and pumped from her workout, and he was all discombobulated and wide-eyed, clearly taken by her appearance. It was something about his unintended innocence, and almost-child-like earnestness, that turned her on. She shoved her face into his harder, holding his head with her big hand as they blatantly made out on the sidewalk. Several people turned their heads to watch the spectacle of this tall, elegant woman making out with this much-shorter, stout guy, but Eve didn't care. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was allowing herself to be momentarily transported by lust. Jason tried his best to kiss back, but felt a little overwhelmed by her sudden onslaught, as his eyes widened in surprise. His cock immediately got hard.

After several long moments Eve pulled herself off Jason with an audible moistened pop. She sucked on his lower lip, pulling it out several inches before it finally snapped free of her suctioning mouth. Both of them were breathing hard, and Eve bent down over him, delighting in their height difference, and in the fact that his entire body was engulfed in her shadow.

"Go work out, big boy," she panted sexily down at him. "And meet me at my place in an hour." She was seized with a sudden crazy impulse, and without thinking, she reached down and grabbed his engorged dick through his pants.

"E-Eve!" stuttered Jason, his face flushing a deeper red as he glanced anxiously around. "W-what are you doing?"

"Don't even think about jerking off before," breathed Eve lustily down into his ear. She squeezed his cock and then reached down lower still, her fingers fiddling with his balls through the fabric. "I want everything in these two guys to go straight into my body one way or the other. Got it?"

"H-ha, haha of course!" said Jason, making an attempt to smile as he continued to anxiously look around. Several people were watching them, with their mouths slightly open at Eve's flagrant sexual display.

"You better not," said Eve, smiling down at him as she stood up and held up her wrist to his face, pointing to her watch with an insistent finger. "One hour."

"S-sounds...sounds like a plan!" said Jason excitedly. Eve's eyebrows went up and down suggestively as she gave him one last smile, turned, and set off down the sidewalk toward the dining hall. Jason watched her go, ignoring how small he had just felt in her presence, and ignoring how she had, for all intents and purposes, manhandled him in public. All he was focused on were her delicious long legs as they strode way, and her big thick ass that bounced and swayed playfully, teasing him 'goodbye.'