Miss Eva & Me

Chapter One-2

I don’t know how, but Eva sensed right away how to pleasure me. Her finger circled, went very slowly over the top, lubricated it with the juice that now flowed copiously from my cunt. I lay back and luxuriated in pleasure, and after a while I felt the orgasm growing, from a long way back but getting closer all the time just so long as Eva did the right thing, which she did, and I exploded, shaking, locking my legs together, trapping her hand, and moaning like a mad girl.

When I had calmed down she smiled and kissed me, and settled down beside me. I wondered if I should reciprocate, but I was shy and anyway I was sure she was not too inhibited to ask, so I waited for an invitation. Instead, she got out of bed and went downstairs, naked, and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured one for each of us and got back into bed.

“I take it you are going to stay the night,” she said.

I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but I said I would love to.

“Then we have to think about dinner. There’s a nice little French place round the corner, but we’d have to dress for that and I’d rather stay here. Shall we get some takeaway?”

I said that sounded great. She sipped some wine and so did I.

“So now we are at that stage of an exchange of life histories and such. But I’m not going to give you a potted biography, only a few details of things I think you have a right to know, like current attachments. There’s a woman I’ve been seeing, very irregularly, who’s about my age, but I think it’s running down, so that’s not a problem. At times in the past I’ve been rather promiscuous, and I might be again. I’m just warning you.”

I shrugged my shoulders, as if to say none of that mattered. But I was struck by how she seemed to be talking as if I had become a regular fixture already, not a one-night stand. I didn’t know what I thought of that just being assumed, but in principle there seemed to be no objections.

“Oh, and I should tell you about the Professor.”

I looked at her full of curiosity. There was a man?

“He’s elderly, in his seventies. I’ve known him a while. He’s a dear man, a widower. He has a taste for certain s****l pleasures which from time to time I help to provide him with. But it’s hardy what you would call a relationship.”

I couldn’t help asking what sort of s****l things.

“He enjoys rituals of punishment, some of them quite elaborate. I find it quite fun to play the strict and stern assistant enforcer of discipline. I provide him with naughty girls and I watch him deal with them. I hope you aren’t shocked. Some lesbians can be awful prudes.”

“Of course not,” I said. In fact I was fascinated, but too polite to ask for more detail.

She poured me some more wine. “And you, Lucy?” she said. It was the first time she had used my name.

“I don’t think there’s very much to tell,” I said. Quickly I went through the litany of boys and girls I’d been to bed with. I made it clear that none of it was of real importance to me.

“You haven’t found the one?” she said. I shook my head. “That’s good,” she said.

We drank more wine. She then told me that when she was very young, even younger than I was, she had got married, to a boy her age. “It was a disaster,” she said “We were such children. I didn’t know I liked girls, and then I found out by sleeping with his sister, of all people, and he was so angry he threw me out, which was probably fair enough.”

“So since then it’s been girls?” I said. “Except for the Professor.”

“Except for the Professor,” she echoed. “But I’ve never f****d him.”

She said we ought to order some food before we got too drunk, so we got some Chinese. While we were waiting for the delivery Eva asked me if I had seen any of those videos where a girl answered the door naked or nearly so and then asks the delivery boy in, or sometimes not, and then has s*x with him though sometimes not. I said I had seen one, where the girl, stark naked, invites the boy in and then takes out his c**k and jerks him off, into one of the napkins from the delivery. The scene looked as if it was filmed by a hidden camera and was not very good quality, but it looked real.

“Don’t worry,” Eva said with a laugh, “I’m not proposing to do anything as disgraceful.”

We ate our food in bed, and when we had finished Eva asked me in a matter-of-fact way if I would go down on her. I lay between her legs and began to kiss her cunt, carefully parting the dark locks of curly hair. I licked very carefully up one of the inner lips (which was quite prominent), and then up the other and then moved from one to the other, sometimes licking, somethings sucking, even nibbling a little. She made noises indicating pleasure, which encouraged me. I began to lick between her lips, lapping up her juices, spreading them onto her c**t and then sucking on it, which she liked a lot. She wanted a bit rougher treatment than I favoured and I did my best, sucking hard, rubbing her cunt with my hand, even slapping it a bit, and then I put two fingers inside her and she put her hand to her c**t and her fingers went to work and I finger-f****d her till she came.

She lay back and sighed. “Good,” she said. “Very good.”

After about five minutes she put her hand between her legs and began to rub her cunt quite roughly. She asked me to nibble on her n*****s, so I did and after about ten minutes of this she came again.

“I’m a little sleepy now,” she said. “But if you need to come more I can give you a vibrator.”

“I think I’ll be OK,” I said.

I slept well, except that halfway through the night I woke up and felt Eva moving very gently next to me. I realised she was m**********g again. As I was to learn, she had a large appetite for s*x, and was rarely satisfied for long.

In the morning, since it was Saturday, Eva seemed in no hurry to get up early. When I woke I needed the bathroom. I returned and Eva looked at me and said, “Just sit on the edge of the bed for a while, where I can see you.”

She looked me over, up and down, made me turn and lie on my tummy. I felt a little like a cow in the market, but since she obviously liked my body and even made complimentary remarks about it, I didn’t mind. After about half an hour she suggested we shower together. We soaped each other’s bodies, with plenty of extra soaping between the legs and around the breasts and Eva pushed me down into a kneeling position and had me get her off again with my mouth, which I was more than happy to do. Then she finger-f****d me, which again was good. We towelled each other off, then dressed. Of course I had no clothes except those I had come in, and Eva kindly offered me a pair of clean knickers. She opened a drawer which was full of them, of all colours, and materials (silk and satin, cotton and lace and even latex and rubber). I chose a modest pair of white cotton ones with a pretty lace trimming.

She made some scrambled eggs for breakfast, which we ate with some smoked salmon. The coffee was good. Over a second cup, Eva said that I of course should feel free to go, but that she would be happy to spend the day with me. She sounded as if she really meant it; I was afraid of outstaying my welcome, but I saw that she would like me to remain, so I did.

She said that she had one or two things to do that morning, and that perhaps I could read in her study while she did them. I found one of her novels that I had not read and sat in a comfortable armchair devouring it. She was such a good writer; I was full of envy, but also of admiration. I couldn’t believe that now I was her friend.

She took me out to lunch to a small local restaurant where they seemed to know her, and then suggested a movie. It was one of those French ones, a bit serious but beautifully shot. As we sat watching the film, she put her hand on my thigh. I hadn’t put my tights back on, since they needed washing, so my legs were bare. It was very sensuous to feel her warm hand on my thigh, and after a while it began very slowly to creep upwards. I sat as quiet as a mouse, hardly daring to breathe, while Eva’s hand mounted higher and higher. I looked around, but there were very few people in the cinema, and none near, which was just as well, because since the skirt was tight it was impossible to get your hand very far up without the skirt rising up my leg.

She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear that I was to take my knickers off. It wasn’t a request, it was an order. I couldn’t refuse, I knew by now I could refuse her nothing, and I put my hands up under my skirt and wriggled out of the knickers. She put out her hand for them and I dropped them into her palm. She held them to her nose and sniffed them, a gesture I found excruciatingly embarrassing. I blushed but fortunately the cinema was dark.

Now her hand began to move again. At this point I lost track of what was happening in the film, being able to think of nothing but what was happening under my skirt. Shamelessly I opened my legs to give her better access, and eventually her fingers got right up between my legs, and began to manipulate my cunt. It was a good thing that the film ended at that point, because I do not think I could have kept quiet if the fingering had gone on much longer.

As we left the cinema I was afraid that my skirt had got wet from my dripping cunt, though fortunately it was a good thick material. She suggested we got a drink in a bar next door. As we sipped our wine she started to talk to me. She said that she ought to be honest with me and tell me a few things I might not know. She said that she perceived something in me which I might not be aware of myself. It was a little intimidating to be told in effect that she already knew me better than I knew myself, but by this time I will admit that I was hanging on to her every word. I was a silly girl, falling in love with someone I didn’t know.

I asked her what was this thing that she perceived in me. She said that it was very private and that she would tell me when she got me back to her place. When we entered her house she turned to me and embraced me and kissed me most tenderly on the mouth, so that I was moved almost to tears. I was also as horny as I had ever been in my life, but instead of taking me upstairs to bed she sat me down and gave me some more wine. By this time I was already a little light-headed, both with the wine and the emotion of it all.