Emily and Evan

Evan was beautiful. Everything about him took Emily's breath away. The way his shoulder length blonde hair shone in the sun, the way his eyes turned to fire when he looked her, even the way he would casually brush her hand, when he thought she wasn't paying attention, made her heart flutter. He was beautiful. 

Emily had known Evan since childhood. They were nine when she first decided she had to marry him. It was a random thought really. She was walking by the river with Evan and his sister Sheri when, while listening to them bicker about one thing or another, Emily looked at him and thought, "I'll marry him." Now, 18 years later she was as determined as ever to have his ring on her finger. 

With a sigh, Emily turned away from the picture of Evan on her desk and picked up yet another sheet of stationary. She thought if she could only tell him in writing how she felt, he would see she wasn't just his litte sister's friend. The pile of crumpled attempts in the corner proved she was having a difficult time choosing the right words. 

"I love you. I've always loved you. All I've ever wanted was 
for you to look at me as you do other women. I want to feel 
your arms around..." 

Total crap. One more pink paper ball made it's way to the over flowing trash can. Maybe she would just call him. Once she started it would be easy to tell him, but how to start. Emily picked up the phone and dialed his number. One, two, three, 

"Hello."

Click. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't.

Ring!! "Hello, this is Emily."

"Hey Em. Why did you just call and hang up? Or did you think I wouldn't know who is was? Caller ID."

"Oh, um, yeah, I called. I just..."

"Hello? You just?"

"Nevermind. It's not important." Chicken. Just do it. Say it. Say it. Say it. "Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you..."

"What's that?"

"Do you want to come over? Um... for dinner... um... pizza and a movie?"

"Uh, sure. I'll bring the flick. I can't stay to long though. I'm meeting someone at eight."

It's only 4:45. Perfect. That would be plenty of time to gain confidence. Emily hung up the phone and ran to her closet! "What the hell am I going to wear?!" After going through the entire closet, she finally picked her tightest jeans and a low cut grey sweater that perfectly showed off her 38 D breasts. One more look in the mirror... blonde hair is perfectly tousled, body looking better than ever, blue eyes shining. Check. Emily hoped everything would go as planned. She would invite him in, giving him an extra long hug and slip off her clothes... A loud knock on the door made her jump. "He's here!"

Emily opened the door wishing Evan could read her mind so she wouldn't have to talk. There he was, her fantasy, her secret love. "Hey," she said trying to sound casual, "come in. Make yourself at home."

"Hey, thanks. So what kind of pizza did you get? I brought Original Sin."

"What kind of piz... Shit! I totally forgot about the pizza! Hold on, I'll call right now."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I knew you'd forget so I ordered one myself. It should be here in about 30 minutes."

"How did you know?"

"I know you, that's all." Evan put in the movie and flopped onto the couch. "You just gonna stare at me all night or are you gonna sit down? By the way, nice shirt."

"No, I, um... thanks." blushing, Emily sat down and leaned back making her breasts just a little more obvious. "So, what movie did you bring?"

"Original Sin. It's your favorite sex scene right?"

"Yeah, how did you..?"

"I know you," Evan said before Emily could finish. He then slid closer to her and put his arm around her. Emily went stiff. She was supposed to be suducing him, not the other way around! Maybe he was just being brotherly. Maybe, or... maybe not. His hand was resting on her shoulder but, it seemed to Emily, it was slowly making it's way downward towards her left breast. She looked up at him and saw, with suprize, he was looking at her too. "I...," now he was speachless! With a groan Even grabbed her breast and took her mouth with his. He pushed her down onto the couch positioning himself between her legs, gently kneeding her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Oh, god. I've always wanted this," Emily moaned and lifted her hips.

"I know. I told you, I know you," Evan said as he pulled her shirt off revealing the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen! He immediately sucked onto a nipple, making her gasp. Emily thread her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. His tounge was magic, nibbling and teasing, making her nails claw into his back and her hips thrust up to meet his. Evan worked his way from one aroused nipple to the other and back again before kissing his way down her flat belly to the top of her jeans. He looked up and winked at her then undid her pants and slowly pulled them off, taking her panties with them. His hands grasped her knees pulling them apart to make room for his head. 

"You, you don't have to..."

"But you want me to, I know you do."

"God, yes," Emily sighed and spread her legs wider for him.

Evan licked her slit from top to bottom, staying a little longer on her sweet spot. His tounge flicked her clit and she drew in a breath. He teased her liking only the spots he know wouldn't make her legs shake, all the while staring at Emily's face and sqweezing her right nipple. Suddenly his tounge found her clit again and stayed there, making her squirm and tighten her legs around his head. Emily's eyes closed and her head rolled back onto the pillow behind her. Evan slid two fingers inside her and latched onto her clit, sucking and biting as her moans directed him. Emily was breathing hard and bucking her hips. When he could tell she was close to orgasim he moved his hand from her breast and slid two fingers into her anus. Emily screamed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, taking her breath away and making her dizzy and weak. She couldn't control the way her body shook from the intensity and stopped trying to. Even though Evan could barely breath between her thighs he never let up for a second. Again her hands were in his hair, crushing his mouth against her. Fianlly the tidal waves subsided leaving only small tremors in the wake, and after the last little wave went by Emily lifted her head and stared down at him. She couldn't help but smile. That was the best oral she had recieved in her her whole 21 years of life, and better yet, it was given by the man she'd been in love with for years! 

To be continued...