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Lydia laid in her bed staring unseeingly at her ceiling. She was replaying the night before in her mind, trying to make sense of it. She had gone to the airport to pick up her brother's best friend, Evan. He had come into town to surprise her brother for his birthday, and she was letting him stay at her place so that her brother didn't find out. Evan had been her brother's best friend since junior high. She had had a crush on him growing up, but she was two years younger and he hadn't ever seen her that way. He had always been nice to her though, standing up for her when others made fun of her for being slightly plump.
She had grown into her body more over the years and now she was curvy with large, full breasts, an hourglass waist, and shapely hips. She hadn't seen Evan in just over two years. She had been seventeen when he left for school, just a kid and still going through her awkward phase.
They had talked about their lives on the way to her place from the airport. She found it easy to talk to him. He kept looking at her with a funny look in his eye. She couldn't read it, but every time she caught him staring, he would turn his attention elsewhere or change the topic of the conversation.
When they got to her place, they had talked a bit more and, since it was late, decided to go to bed. Evan had stood up from the couch with her and given her a hug. His arms had lingered around her and she thought that he had smelled her hair. She brushed it off; after all, it was Evan.
She was still thinking about the things they talked about and the looks he had given her and the random ways he had found to touch her arm or her knee. She was confused and wide awake. She decided that now was as good a time as any to bake her brother's birthday cake. She got up and put some clothes on and went to the kitchen. She needed a distraction so she turned on her stereo and started mixing the ingredients for the cake. She got into it and started singing along and dancing to the music.
Evan woke to music. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen and he had a flash of an image of Lydia with mussed hair, standing in his t-shirt, making him some breakfast.
"Get control of yourself!" he scolded himself.
He was trying, but seeing Lydia last night had been a shock. She had always been pretty, but she was like a kid sister to him..... Well, she definitely wasn't a kid anymore. She had the kind of body that he fantasized about. He loved a woman who was soft and supple and had some substance to her body. Something he could hold onto in the throes of passion and cuddle with afterward. And he had talked to her last night. She was smart and funny. She made him laugh and he felt like she listened as much as she talked, unlike his last girlfriend whose favorite topic had been herself.
He got up and shook his head. Lydia was his best friend's little sister. There were friendship rules about this, right? But did the people who came up with the rules have friends whose sisters were deliciously sexy? He had slept in just his boxers so he threw on some pajama pants and pushed his thoughts of Lydia out of his mind.
He walked down the hall and came up short at the end, in sight of the kitchen. Instinctively, he took a silent step back into the shadows of the hallway so he could watch her. His breath was coming shallow and ragged as he stared and all pretense of his metal self-control" was gone.
Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun held with a clip. Soft, curling tendrils escaped and framed her face and brushed her neck. She wore a white t-shirt that rode low and bared one shoulder showing off her smooth, sun kissed skin. He noticed that the line of her shoulder was uninterrupted by a bra strap and her shirt was thin enough to see the shadowed curve of her generous cleavage and the out line of her nipples. She had on black boy shorts that showed off the voluptuous curve of her hips and and clung to her shapely ass cheeks. Her long, tan legs were smooth and bare, decorated only by the delicate gold anklet that she wore. Her feet were bare and her toes were painted a vibrant pink.
She was baking what looked to be a cake. As the music played, she swayed and shimmied her hips with the beat and poured the batter into the waiting cake pans. She danced with effortless sex appeal. She used every curve to her full advantage. Taking the now full pans in hand she sashayed and twirled over to the oven. She opened it up and swished her hips back and forth as she lowered her self into a squat like an exotic dancer. Putting the cake pans on the racks in the oven, she closed the door and straightened her legs, remaining bent at the waist and, unbeknownst to her, giving him a full, beautiful view of her perfectly rounded ass.
During this whole secret show, he had been getting more and more turned on as he watched. She ran her fingertips up her leg as she stood upright and he felt his cock twitch at the thought of doing the same with his own hand. She set the oven timer, danced her way back over to the counter, and grabbed the spoon she had used to scrape the batter into the pans. It was covered in cake batter and she reached a finger out, scraped some off, and sucked the finger into her mouth.
He was fully aroused now and his breath was coming faster as he watched her lips curve around her finger. He imagined her tongue swirling and stroking to get every bit of the creamy sweetness off. She finished cleaning her finger and instead of using it to grab more of the batter, she snaked her tongue out and licked the spoon in a long, slow stroke. He couldn't stand it any longer. He was so turned on he could not wait another moment to put his hands on her. He moved into the kitchen and slowly walked toward her.
She realized he was there with a start, "God, Evan! You scared me! How long have you....."
She trailed off as she noticed the look in his eyes. He was staring at her with a deep, predatory look and his body language, as he moved toward her, spoke with sensual promise. He stepped toward her and came close. Very, very close. He came into her space and she instinctively moved to take a step back, only she was already at the counter with no where to go. He pushed her into the counter and flattened his body against hers. He ran his fingers lightly along the curve of her exposed shoulder and up the incline of her neck.
"I love the way you move when you think no one's watching," he said in a voice made husky and deep with his arousal.
Oh God, he'd seen her dancing! Her eyes went wide and she flushed pink with embarrassment. She bit her lip in mortification. His hand was cupping her jaw and he ran his thumb over her lip, coaxing it back out from between her teeth.
"Fuck," she lamented, "I can't believe you were watching me!" She lowered her eyes and wished she could shrink down and disappear. He put his fingers under her chin and raised her face to look at him.
"Don't be embarrassed. Believe me when I say that you're sexy as hell and I got all kinds of hot and bothered just watching you."
It was then that she began to notice other sensations besides her self loathing. Like the warmth of his hand on her cheek. Like the clean scent of his body soap. Like his naked, well-muscled torso. Like his full body pressed against hers. Like the strong, rigid thickness of his arousal pressed against her belly.
She started with surprise, he was telling the truth. He was definitely hot and bothered. He couldn't fake the hard length pressed against her. And he couldn't fake the way his pupils had dilated with his arousal. If he was reacting to her this way, perhaps their conversation last night had not just been him being polite. Perhaps he wasn't just her brother's nice friend. Perhaps he had really seen her, and apparently liked what he saw.
She felt a warmth grow and pool deep inside her and her body began to relax and mold itself to his. He lowered his head to her and brushed her lips with his. She responded hesitantly. He kissed her, closed-mouthed and chaste for a few moments as he waited for her to be ready. He felt her hesitation melting and her body softening to his. He prodded her closed lips with the tip of his tongue, willing her to open for him. She parted her lips slightly and he took her invitation. He deepened the kiss and began exploring her mouth with his tongue.
The taste of sweet cake batter mixed with a taste that was purely her. It was heady and he was getting more and more lost in her. He moved his hand from her chin to the back of her head, cradling her at the nape of her neck and holding her while he kissed her. He ran his other hand up and down her side, reveling in her shapely silhouette. He loved the way her body conformed to his touch. Her supple curves molded against him and he continued to caress her from the side of her ample breast all the way down to her rounded hip and back up.
She brought her hands up slowly, shyly. He fingers fluttered against his skin as she brushed them against his sides and moved her hands around to his lower back. She felt the muscles there and ran her fingers lightly up and down the crease of his spine. He shuddered and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. Emboldened by his response to her, she pressed her hands flat and moved them up his back, feeling the sinewy movement of the muscles beneath his smooth skin.
He let go of her head and leaned back from her. She was worried that he had realized what he was doing, and with her no less. The doubt crept into her mind and started fogging up her thoughts. Suddenly everything narrowed down to a white-hot laser point on her chest. She opened her eyes and looked down. He had ducked his head down and grabbed hold of one of her nipples with his mouth. He sucked on her nipple through her thin t-shirt and held one breast in place for his mouth and with his other hand, he kneaded and massaged its twin. She groaned and let her head fall back. The doubts that had worked their way in were washed out with the flood of sensation she was experiencing.
He heard the noise that started deep in her throat and he switched to her other breast. The nipple he had just left was perfectly hard and clearly visible through her t-shirt where his saliva had made the white fabric see-through. He nipped and licked and sucked the other nipple, being sure to give it all the attention he felt such perfection deserved. He was caught up in the feel of her when the buzzer on the oven started going off.
She stiffened and he stopped his ministrations. She was breathing heavily and leaning on the counter now more for support than from him pressing her into it. He moved back from her slightly, enough for her to get by but not enough that she could get by without rubbing fully up against him on her way past. She grabbed a hot pad and walked shakily to the oven. She pulled out the cakes, set them on the cooling rack, and turned back to turn off the oven. She turned to him, expecting him to be moving toward the doorway of the kitchen to leave and thinking that their moment had been broken. She was slightly startled to turn and find herself nose to chest with him.
"Are they done?" he asked.
She looked up at him and nodded wordlessly.
"Good," he said, and before she knew it he was kissing her again.
He reached over to the now empty batter bowl and scraped his finger along the edge, gathering up some of the sweet batter. He brought it up and held it just in front of her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and she looked up into his eyes. She held his gaze as she slowly and deliberately reached out her tongue and licked the large, creamy glob off of his finger. She parted her lips and sucked his finger into her mouth and, just as he'd imagined she would, she swirled her tongue up, down, and around his finger.
He pulled his hand away from her mouth and his finger came out from between her lips with a small "pop". He moved his hands over her shoulders and down the sides of her breasts, over her sides, down her hips and around to cup her ass. He squeezed her hard for a moment and then moved his hands inside the waistband and slid the shorts down her legs. She was not wearing panties.
He brought his hands back up to her shoulders and pressed down lightly, but with clear intent. She complied with his physical command and kneeled in front of him. He untied his drawstring and pulled his pants down enough to pull out his rock-hard cock. His cock waved in front of her face and she stared at it with barely contained delight. He reached over, gathered more of the cake batter and smeared it over the mushroom head of his penis.
She licked her lips and wasted no time getting to work to clean off the sweet confection. She took him into her mouth and kept stroking with her tongue. The sweetness of the batter changed flavor slightly as it mixed with the salty flavor of his pre-cum. She loved the combination of flavors and the feel of his rigid manhood sliding between her lips. She moaned softly and reached up to cup his balls while she continued to suck him, making sloppy, wet noises as she worked his shaft with her hungry mouth. She pulled him into her throat and swallowed him as deep as she could take him. She backed off of him enough to take a deep breath and then took him as deep as she could again.
She deep throated him three times before he'd had enough. He grabbed her by the sides of her face and pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered and tried to take him back in. He tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth back to him. This time, he held her head still and thrust his hips and fucked her mouth. He kept his rhythm steady and she was moaning and taking him like a professional.
"Lydia, baby, I knew you'd be good but... Fuck. Me!" he punctuated the last two words with deeper thrusts and trailed off with a moan.
He pulled out of her mouth again and pulled her up to he feet. "Put your hands on the counter and leave them there," he demanded.
She did as she was told and he pulled back on her hips until she was bent over with her hands on the counter top and her beautifully rounded ass was on full display. He reached out and gave her a small swat and watched her ass cheek jiggle. He rubbed his hands all over the globes of her exposed rump and then pushed one of his legs between hers and forced her to spread her feet apart.
Now he had a full view of her pussy as well, which was dripping with her arousal. He took a half step back and watched her. She was needy. Her cunt was leaking juices and he could see her clenching and releasing, trying to get some relief. She whimpered again and swished her hips slightly. He decided to take pity on her and stepped back up to her and positioned himself between her legs. He grabbed his cock and slid himself against her slit, lubricating himself and getting her ready. He pushed his head into her and groaned. She was so tight around him and yet she was so wet and ready for him that he wasn't having trouble pushing in deep.
As he pushed into her, she moaned, "Oh fuck, yes!"
He grabbed her luscious hips and began thrusting into her warm, wet cunt. She was enthusiastic and pushed her hips back against him, taking him deep and enhancing the friction. She was lost in the sensation of his thick cock filling her up. She felt him rubbing over her g-spot with each thrust and she felt her orgasm building deep in her womb. He sped up his rhythm slightly and her moans were broken up by the slap of his balls against her swollen clit. She was close now, she could feel it, coiled and ready.
Any moment.
Almost there.
One.
Two.
Three more deep thrusts and she shattered around him. He kept driving into her, drawing her pleasure out of her.
When her orgasm subsided and she had calmed slightly, he reached down, lifted her leg, and set her foot on the counter. He moved his position a bit for better leverage and was able to pound even deeper and harder, bringing her up on her toes with every thrust. He reached his other hand around and began to softly stroke her clit with his agile fingers.
She gasped at the sensation. He was deep, really deep now. She could feel him hitting her womb with each thrust. Normally, this might cause her some discomfort at least, but she was so caught up in the feel of him and what his fingers were doing, that any pain she felt was pure pleasure. She was lost in him now. The sensations were building again.
"Oh yes," she moaned, "fuck me, baby! Yes! More! Evan, please! Oh, God! Yes! You feel so good, baby! Don't stop! PLEASE don't stop!"
She was yelling now, her words jumbled and incoherent. She was so close he could feel her body tightening. He complied with her wishes and gave her all he had, ramming her as fast and as hard as he could.
"Cum for me baby!" he commanded.
She couldn't hold back, she came completely undone. She had never experienced an orgasm that intense before and she couldn't contain it all within her. She screamed out her pleasure to release some of the tension that her body just couldn't hold in any longer. She could feel everything from the tips of her hair all the way to her toes. Wave after wave of spasms overtook her body and she could do nothing but ride them and cry out. He slowed his pace gradually, allowing her to come down slowly.
Her body was shaking with small, intermittent aftershocks when he pulled out of her. He turned her around to him and kissed her deeply. He then pushed her back onto her knees in front of him. She was slightly delirious with pleasure and completely compliant. She knelt down, tilted her head back, opened her mouth, put her tongue out. He grunted and grabbed his aching cock. He needed to release so bad it almost hurt.
He pumped his fist on his cock and, moaning, came spectacularly all over her. Streams of thick cum spurted over her face and into her hair. Ropes of his milky spunk shot into her mouth, over her chin, and dripped down her neck to her cleavage. He was surprised by the amount that he had milked from himself. He had never come that much before.
He let go of himself and stared at her. She was beautiful there on her knees and decorated with his creamy seed. She slowly pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed what had been there. She licked her lips and smiled up at him.
He reached out and touched her cheek. "Good girl."
She was completely satiated and utterly spent. She smiled wide. She knew that she had a mess to clean up but she also knew that this was the most fun she had ever had while baking.
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