#1. Evan. [MF] | 2016

This is a story about Evan and me, and the time we became more than friends.

We met at our first year in university, hit it off, and the rest is history.

Fast forward to this summer. Senior year of college. We’re a little older and not much wiser. We’re also both single for the first time in our friendship. Evan and I are both young, relatively good looking people, that went to art galleries and talked about philosophies too pretentious for young 20-somethings. If friends were soulmates, he was mine.

Saturday. 10 o’clock. I knock on his door. We have nothing planned for the weekend, but if we’re going to be bored, we might as well be bored in the same place. I wait, leaning against the wall, and hear The Smiths blaring through the thin door. I knock again, this time using my fists. The door opens, and sunlight from his open window blinds me as I try to focus on the grinning idiot in doorway.

“HI,” Evan says. He’s wearing only his boxers, and clearly just got out of the shower. He leans down to hug me, and instead picks me up and spins me around, screaming “SENIOR YEAR, BABY.”

I groan as his voice echoes down the hall, and try not to notice how good his arms feel around me. All that’s separating his body from mine is the thin t-shirt I’m wearing.

“Evan, people are sleeping,” I say, as he puts me down and I push past him into his apartment.

He closes the door behind me, and yells “But WE are GRADUATING.”

His excitement is contagious, and I can’t help but smile. “We are. We really are.”

We sit down, and talk about the lives we’ll lead and families we’ll have. It’s wonderful and emotional, as we think about the inevitable separation graduation will bring. I’m sitting on his windowsill, gazing out onto our college campus. It’s a beautiful August day. James Morrison is playing from Evan’s speakers, and I watch all the people outside as they live their lives. I look back at him. Evan is completely engrossed in the coffee he’s drinking, and I realize this is a moment that I’ll remember when I’m eighty years old, thinking about my college days.

He feels my eyes on him and looks up. “What?”

I shake my head, and my voice breaks as I say “I...I don’t want to leave.”

Evan smiles, and puts his coffee down as he walks over. We’ve been through this before. My attachment to this school is something Evan has never understood, but always catered to. He walks to the windowsill, and envelops me in his arms. He rests his chin on my head, and his fingers move up and down my bare arms as he tells me how happy and decent we’ll be.

We stay like that for a while.

Morrison croons in the background.

I’m down on my knees, begging you please…

I feel Ev kiss the top of my head, and as he starts to move away, I look up at him. Our faces are inches away. Suddenly, his nakedness is very blatant. I feel his smooth, solid body under my hands. His body is radiating heat, and I can see his stubble growing back. I unwrap my hands from around his waist, and place one on his chest. I can feel his heart beat quicken, and I place my other hand on his neck. Evan, surprised, looks down at my hands touching his chest. As we lock eyes again, something changes. He looks thoughtful, and cups my face is both of his hands. He pulls me close, and I can feel his breath on my lips. He’s hesitant, and I can feel it.

“Yeah?” he whispers, rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone.

“Yeah,” I say, as I tilt my head even further back.

Evan leans in, and brushes his lips against mine, careful, calculated. I part my lips, and he kisses me fully, taking my bottom lip between both of his. He sucks gently, and I feel the softness of his mouth and the roughness of his hands. I move my hand away from his chest, and instead, wrap both arms around his neck. Pushing my body up, I rub my chest against his, opening my mouth further and tasting his tongue with mine.

He moves his hands down my face, holding my neck for a brief second. He rubs down my body, resting his fingers on my waist. He begins rubbing me up and down, while his kisses get sloppier and breathing gets heavier. With one hand on my hip, he moves one towards my ribs, pausing before he touches my breast. I feel his hesitance, and push myself into him even harder. Evan gently squeezes my one of my tits with his hand, before moving back down to my waist. As his hands rest on my lower back, he pulls away and looks at me.

“What?,” I say, frustrated and breathless.

Ev smiles, and puts both of his hands underneath my thighs, lifting me off of the window. He spins me around, and I wrap my arms tighter around his neck as carries me to the sofa. He sits down, with me still in his lap. I’m kissing his neck and licking his earlobe, and I feel him shudder as he moans softly. His hands move up my neck, and grab a handful of hair before he yanks my head back. I let out a gasp, and as I look at him, Evan changes. His eyes look hungry, greedy. He glances at my body like he owns it. My legs are straddling his waist, my arms are around his neck. I can’t move my head, Evan’s holding me firmly away. But looks at me long enough to establish that he is in control here. His hand moves from my hair to my neck, and he holds my throat, firm enough for me to feel the strength behind his fingers. Then, he kisses me, roughly, biting more than sucking. His other hand moves under my t shirt, quickly finding my breast and rubbing my nipple with his thumb. He pulls away for a moment, only to pull my shirt off of me. Throwing it aside, he picks me up again. This time, we don’t go far. He turns right around, and throws me onto the bed . I’m lying on the sheets, gazing up at him, as I quickly remove my bra.

Evan pushes my knees apart and places his body between my legs, moving up to place his crotch against mine. I can feel his hard cock rubbing against my vagina, through our respective clothing. He leans down and, without warning, takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I feel his tongue circle my areola as he sucks, still rubbing his cock on me. I moan, and arch my back against him as my hands get tangled in his hair. I feel him place a hand under my back, and he moves to the other nipple. My body is writhing at this point, and I can feel every inch of me aching for him.

He moves suddenly, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head. Evan covers my body in with his mouth, kissing, sucking biting.

I’m moaning loudly, and as Evan’s tongue brushes my ear, I can’t handle it.

”FUCK”.

I feel his body shake as he laughs. He pulls away and looks at me, smirking. “Really? That’s the spot?”

His hair is falling over his eyes, and the closeness between us is making it hard to think. “Fuck off, Ev.”

He continues to smile, and looks at me for a few seconds.

“Okay.”

As he lets go of me and starts to climb off, I feel a strong urge to gouge his eyes out. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck off.”

“Evaannnnnn.” My voice sounds pathetic even to me. I’m begging. I know that’s what he wants, and I hate myself for giving it to him.

“No, it’s okay.” He’s still smiling. Now, he’s standing at the foot of the bed, hands in his pocket. The sun is shining behind him creates an ethereal glow that would make Nicholas Sparks hard. I’m lying on the bed, and I glare at him as he looks down at me.

I groan, and run my hands through my hair as I sit up, and kneel on the bed in front of him.

“Evan.”

“Anna.”

“Evvvvvvvvvvvvvv.” I’m full on pouting here, lips pursued and eyes big. He laughs, and puts a hand on my cheek. I move forward and put both of my hands against his abs, kissing his stomach. I hear him sigh, and I graze my teeth right above his waistband, running my nails along his chest.

“Anna.”

I look up at him, and start pulling his boxers down. His cock is fully hard, and feels good in my hands. I smile up at him before bowing down to his dick. Holding his cock with one hand, I balance myself by placing another hand against his thigh. Flattening my tongue, I run it up the entire length of Evan’s cock. I feel his fingers in my hair as I work, bobbing my head up and down until his entire dick is covered in my saliva. I look up again at Ev, while a string of saliva connects my mouth to the tip of his cock. He isn’t saying anything anymore. His mouth is open, his chest is falling rapidly. There’s no control in him right now, and I dig my fingers into his thigh before taking his cock into my mouth for the first time. At first, I go shallow. Paying attention to detail, swirling my tongue against the tip of his dick while I suck gently. I push myself further down, tasting his cock and letting it fill my mouth. Then, without premonition, I push my mouth all the way down on his cock.

Evan moans, and his fingers tighten in my hair as he holds my head down on his dick for a few seconds. I deep throat him a few more times, then move my mouth away and rest my forehead on his hip, rubbing my hands up and down on his cock. I jack him off slowly, and duck my head under his dick, taking each of his balls into my mouth and suckingly slightly. I start kissing the inside of his thighs and his hips while increasing the speed of my hands. After leaving my mark on his leg, I go back to his cock. It’s a fucking magnificent cock. And it’s at my mercy. I smile to myself as I suck him off, alternating between rubbing his balls and squeezing his ass.

“Fuck, Anna. Anna. I’m going to cum.”

I start going faster on his cock, taking him deeper, sucking harder. Then, as I feel his balls tense up, I slow down. I pull his dick out of my mouth slowly, letting my lips massage every inch. I pull away, and Evan pushes me back onto the bed. He grabs his cock, and he looks me in the eye and he cums all over my tits. I feel the hot liquid land on my stomach, between my breasts, on my neck, and all I can do is look at him. When he’s finished, Evan stares at me. His chest is falling rapidly, his skin is glistening with sweat. He walks away from, and grabs my shirt off of the floor. Coming back to the bed, he throws it onto my tits and roughly wipes me down. His eyes are wild, and his hands hold my throat as he bites my neck and growls into my ear.

“Your turn.”

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