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I drove home slowly, Cold pizza boxes beside me. Trying to come to terms with what I just witnessed, well at least heard.
My mind drifted back to that crazy electronics trade show from a few years back, the day I first saw Eve. It was a whirlwind of flashing lights, tech demos, and awkward handshakes, but she stood out in the middle of it all. I was busy at my station, trying to get a wireless demo working, when I looked up and caught sight of her in her booth.
Her jet-black hair was sharp, framing her pale face like a dark halo, her eyes catching light with a mischievous glint. She wore a tight blouse, buttons straining over her small, firm tits, nipples faintly outlined when she leaned forward.Her skirt hugged her hips tightly, the slit riding up her thigh as she moved with smooth confidence. I watched her bend over her table, her ass round and firm, flashing a glimpse of lace when the fabric shifted.
She laughed with a visitor to her booth, a guy in an expensive suit, her voice low and flirty, hand brushing his arm as he stammered, red-faced. Another man lingered nearby, staring at her legs, and she gave him a teasing smile, tossing her hair with a knowing glance - she knew they would kill for a chance with her. It was clear why her company had chosen her to run the booth; she would have the male buyers eating out of her hands. My throat went dry as I gawked. Certain that she was out of my league,
I nudged an assistant, Cyrus. He was a hulking black guy we'd hired for the week to do the heavy lifting and run errands. He didn't fit the job well - overweight, with a slow walk and a squeaky lisp - but he was enthusiastic and didn't complain. "Check her out, man," I whispered. "She's unreal."
He wiped sweat from his brow and glanced over. "Hot as hell, Dave. Damn, look at that ass - firm and tight. She's a knockout."
I laughed nervously, feeling my heart race. "You think I have a shot with a girl like that?"
Cyrus dropped the box with a thud, he wiped his brow and flashed a wide toothy grin exposing a couple missing teeth, his lisp squeaking through as he leaned in a little. "Go for it, man," he said, his voice low and easy. "You never know with women - you can catch them off guard sometimes." When they're horny, they're horny.
Cyrus paused for a moment, glancing back at Eve. He gave a smirk and let out a little "hmmph." "What?" I asked.
"Go for it, man. Just be careful," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
He leaned in closer, his smirk growing more dismissive. "I've seen that look on chicks before. She's got an itch between her legs that's begging to be scratched. She'll spread 'em easy if you play it smooth. Just don't go falling in love, got it? It won't end well."
I raised an eyebrow. "What a weird thing to say," I thought. This guy barely knows me and he's giving me romance advice.
"Yeah, go for it," he said, giving my shoulder a light slap. "If you don't, who knows? Maybe I'll step up and give her a go myself." He laughed, a deep, throaty sound."
I felt a flash of irritation - Cyrus didn't even know Eve, and here he was, talking abut her like she was some slut. Still, I brushed it off and rolled my eyes.
He wasn't exactly a ladies' man, but his encouraging words stuck with me. All day, I kept stealing looks at Eve, her every move pulling at me. My gut churned as I worked up the nerve to talk to her, convinced I could make it happen if I just kept my cool.
As closing time approached, I saw my chance. My heart was racing as I walked over to Eve's booth, my nerves getting the best of me. I managed to awkwardly ask her if she wanted to grab dinner. To my surprise, she smiled that little smirk of hers and said yes. In that moment, it felt like everything was falling into place.
We headed to one of the hotel's restaurants, and as we sat down eating, we talked and laughed like we'd known each other for ages. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was sharp, funny, and undeniably gorgeous.
As I walked her to her hotel room, I kept thinking this could be the real deal. I really wanted to kiss her when we got there, but I held back, trying to play it cool. I didn't want to come off as some pushy jerk. But still, I knew I was in and had a shot.
That night eased into more - dates here and there, late-night chats that stretched on, and finally her agreeing to be my wife. Tying the knot with her was the greatest thing I'd ever pulled off.
And now this thing with Simon had played out. And I was the one who'd pushed it along. It made my stomach churn - still, for some messed-up reason, I was aroused at the idea of Eve behaving in such an unexpected manner and at the thoughts of her past experiences..
I was almost home, my earphones still buzzing with the sound of Eve and Simon chatting on the porch. My heart pounded as Simon's voice came through, low and curious. "So Eve, tell me something - have you ever fooled around on Dave before?"
Eve giggled, a playful, tipsy sound. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Simon pressed, his tone teasing but intrigued. "Really? Who was it? What happened?"
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my stomach twisting. Eve paused, then started talking. The drinks had clearly loosened her up more than she was used to.
"Okay, fine. There was this guy. Some dude I met at that electronics trade show where I first saw Dave."
"Some dude?" Simon said, sounding curious. "What's the story there?"
"Dave was a total gentleman back then, still is," Eve said, her voice softening like she was lost in a memory. "Our booths were side by side. He was in engineering, I was in sales. He'd chat me up, all polite and sweet.
Eve laughed out loud, "But this other guy? He was the opposite - rough and shameless, constantly making crude remarks and throwing out comments about what he wanted to do to me. He didn't hold back at all."
