East of Eve, Chapter 19 (Patreon)

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Chapter 19As soon as the words came out of Lauren’s mouth, Eve felt a spasm of excitement throb up inside her. Yes, she was definitely tipsy, which no doubt had something to do with the intensity of her reaction, but she knew that wasn’t the real reason for her excitement. Ever since she had gotten to Lauren’s dorm, and started lounging together with her on the bed, Eve knew that she had been waiting for an opportunity to talk about Ben. A small part of her felt guilty about all her feelings surrounding the gigantic man, and confused as well, since she had never felt anything like what she felt for Ben. She had never actually put words to these feelings, mostly because to do so would have felt like cheating on Jason. But tonight, everything had changed. And Lauren had, so to speak, set the table for her perfectly.“Tell you aaaaaall about him?” Eve asked, a little giggle bubbling up in her chest and escaping. She never laughed like that.“Mhm…aaaaaall about him,” Lauren nodded slowly, hugging the huge pillow in her lap, her eyes intent on her friend.“Well…he’s huge,” began Eve, purposefully starting as broad as possible, partially out of humor and partially because she truly didn’t know where to begin.“Yeah he is!” laughed Lauren, “How big exactly? Do you know? Like, 6’7 or something?”“He’s 6’8,” Lauren heard herself say, “And a half.”“Jesus Christ, that's a big boy!” Lauren exclaimed. “And not skinny, either.”“Oh god no,” Eve nodded, feeling her skin flush as she spoke, “He’s just…yeah, like, totally massive all over.”“All…over…” Lauren repeated, raising her eyebrows suggestively.“I…heyyyy!” laughed Eve, “I don’t know how big his penis is!”“No, but you could probably guess, right?” Lauren offered, putting her chin in her hand as she leaned forward thoughtfully. “Let’s see, almost 6’9…totally huge everywhere…his cock’s gotta be at least a foot long.”Eve opened her mouth, gaping for a moment, before she and Lauren both collapsed into giggles. These little moments of giddy silliness were a welcome reprieve for Eve during this otherwise strange and difficult conversation, but even as she laughed, she suddenly found herself imagining a huge, thick, veiny penis…a large, unkempt black bush at its base, uncircumcised, the foreskin drooping like a hood over the huge, thick, purpling head, the skin so tight on it that it looked like it was about to burst.Ordinarily, Eve would have been startled by the sudden, lurid intensity of such an image, but because her inhibitions had been lowered, she took it all in stride, and even lingered for a moment on the startlingly aggressive thought of throating that cock. She could deepthroat Jason, no problem…and, at over 8 inches long and moderately thick, he was pretty huge. But Ben…surely he had to be a lot bigger, right?“Like, I’ve never seen anyone close to that big,” Eve said out loud, chasing away the image for the moment as she gestured animatedly with her hands. She was enjoying the fact that Lauren had given her the freedom to speak about this man, and she felt like she was finally hitting her stride. “His arms, his legs, his hands…holy shit, Lauren, his freaking HANDS…they’re like…like…enormous…like…”She held her own hands up next to her face and spread her fingers as wide as they would go, shaking both hands at the same time to emphasize how she couldn’t even put Ben’s size into words.“Like your hands compared to Jason’s?” offered Lauren with a smirk.“Noooooo,” Eve groaned out, dropping both hands heavily onto Lauren’s mattress, “Not like that!” She couldn’t help but feel, despite Lauren’s obviously joking tone, that she wasn’t too far off. She remembered how small Jason’s hand had felt in hers earlier that night, when they had ridden the bus to the dance. But Lauren’s question hadn’t elicited a groan from Eve because of anything to do with the actual size comparison. The real reason for her playfully-complaining tone, which Eve fully realized despite her increasing tipsiness, was that she didn’t want to interrupt her thoughts on Ben with…well…thoughts of Jason. Once again, she felt a nagging guilt biting at her conscience, but she was able to ignore it a bit easier than before. Maybe it was the alcohol…or maybe it was because, in speaking honestly about everything with Lauren, she had turned some kind of corner.“Well I’d say, proportionally speaking, considering that you’re over 5 inches taller than Jason, and less than 8 inches shorter than Ben…I’m probably not too far away from being right,” Lauren observed. “But anyway, sorry – please continue.”“But it’s not just that his BODY is gigantic, you understand,” Eve carried on, thankful that Lauren had read her internal reaction perfectly, “It’s that…I don’t know…the WAY he carries it, you know? The way he moves, the way he walks, the way he…like…TOUCHES stuff…the way he picks things up…”Lauren’s eyes were going back and forth, a slight smile on her lips as she scrutinized Eve’s face closely. She was obviously enjoying seeing her normally-straitlaced friend cut loose a little like this, but it was also clear that she was carefully listening to what Eve was actually saying. Despite the whiskey and the interspersed sarcasm, teasings, and jokes, this was no lighthearted conversation.“I’ve just…I’ve never met anyone like him!” Eve exclaimed, spreading her hands out in front of her, gesturing with them again, like she was trying to get to the bottom of something she hadn’t yet figured out.“Is it his confidence?” Lauren asked.“Oh GOD yeah!” Eve replied immediately, nodding. “Like, maybe that’s what I’m trying to say about his, uh…his movements and everything. How he moves.”“He just knows what he’s doing all the time?” Lauren suggested.“Yeah! That’s totally it!” replied Eve enthusiastically, “He always seems totally chill and unbothered, I mean…soooo cool and calm and, I don’t know. Assured.”Lauren nodded, briefly opening her mouth to say something else, but Eve was already talking again.“But like…here’s the thing…the really weird thing.” She leaned forward toward Lauren, swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, but still completely in control of her faculties…and actually, she was finding that the tipsiness was helping her to cut through all the mental blocks and get right to the essence of what she was trying to say.“This is gonna sound bad,” said Eve, “But…let me hic let me explain.”“Explain away,” chuckled Lauren, pointing to her nightstand, “After another niiiice long swig of that water.”“Ugh, okay mom,” sighed Eve, though thanking Lauren with her eyes as she dutifully reached over and took several large gulps of water. She put the glass back on the nightstand, took a deep breath, and leaned forward toward Lauren, almost whispering the next words:“Ben’s almost…UGLY. Like, I know, I know that sounds bad, but his face…it’s almost kinda monster-looking, you know? Like that bushy beard and those giant eyebrows…god, like, he’s almost got a unibrow…his nose is gigantic, and his eyes are almost kinda too small for his giant head, right?”“Mhmmm…” Lauren nodded slowly. She could sense that Eve was working her way up to something.“And the way he eats,” Eve continued, feeling more and more free to say what she was thinking, especially since she could now see the end of her thought, “It’s almost gross, heh…like, I ate breakfast with him in the dining hall this morning, and he was just…INHALING his food. Like, stacks of pancakes, soooo much bacon, all these eggs…and…these little bits of food were getting stuck in his beard, and he didn’t seem to notice.”“Sounds like he needs a wifey to groom him a little,” remarked Lauren dryly.“But the thing is,” Eve said, her voice rising with her sense of recognition, “I don’t CARE about any of that! It literally doesn’t bother me. At ALL. And that’s weird, right? I’m usually super, uh…super…geez, I’m terrible with vocab, what’s that word that means, like, overly concerned with details?”“Fastidious?” grinned Lauren, who had made a perfect 800 on the Verbal section of the SAT, which she always liked to hold over Lauren, who had “only” managed a 780 (to go along with her perfect math scores, of course). “Punctilious? Pedantic?”“Okay, okay, you show-off,” Eve laughed, putting up her hands, “Fastidious was what I was going for. Yeah, I’m usually put off by sloppy manners or, uh…you know, stuff like that. But with Ben…I literally don’t give a shit. It’s not gross, not offputting, not anything negative. They’re all just more quirks that make him that much more interesting.”“So I’m hearing that you’re a little…obsessed? With Ben?” Lauren asked gently. She knew that she was treading on sensitive ground, and she didn’t want to upset her friend. But it was very difficult for Lauren to hide that she was very, very happy that the two of them were having this conversation.“Obsessed?” repeated Eve, making a sour expression, “Ughh…that just sounds so…wrong…”But even as the words came out of her mouth, she felt the truth of what Lauren had just said. There was really no other way to say it. She WAS obsessed with Ben.“I mean…you’re right, though,” Eve quickly added. She wanted to get out ahead of these unhelpful mental habits. So what if it sounded wrong to say? This was supposed to be a heart-to-heart with Lauren. They didn’t have time for Eve to pussyfoot around the issue, like she had been for weeks and weeks.“I…AM obsessed with him,” she heard herself say, having to physically lean forward a little with the mental effort of actually getting those words out. “And Lauren…like, it’s crazy…I’ve been obsessed with him the moment I saw him for the first time.”“When was that?” Lauren asked.“A few weeks ago,” replied Eve, leaning back on the bed, so that she was resting against the wall. Even tipsy like this, she still had impeccable posture. “In the boy’s bathroom on Jason’s hallway.”“Whaaaat!?” laughed Lauren.“Yeah! I’m not even kidding,” Eve nodded, reliving the memory, “Jason and I had just finished having sex…or…ugh, okay I’ll be even more specific, after I had finished fucking Jason…”“Oh,” Lauren cut in, “You mean he was a little in over his head?”“I don’t know, he was just lying there, all passive,” Eve replied impatiently, waving her hand dismissively. But she paused for a moment as the memory came back a little clearer. “I actually think…uhh…that I called him a “little bitch” or something.”Lauren snickered into her hand.“But anyway, none of that it the point,” continued Eve quickly, “After all that I was all hot and sweaty and my hair was all over the place and Jason was looking at me in this weird way, like he was almost helpless and…and in awe or something, ughhhhh and it was annoying me and…and I just felt like I needed to get OUT of there for a minute to clear my head. So I went down the hall, and the whole wing is just guys, right? So there’s only a guy’s bathroom, but I was like, “fuck it, I don’t care,” and I went in and washed my face and freshened up a little.”“And Ben was in there?” asked Lauren.“Yeah, but I didn’t even realize it at first,” Eve said, briefly pausing to enjoy the humor in what she had just said. “Imagine that! Not knowing when he’s in the same room, right!? Uh, so anyway…I got done, and was about to leave, when this little twerp of a dude shows up with his shower caddie…probably all of 5-foot-5…and starts whining about me being in the boy’s bathroom.”“I’m guessing you weren’t in the mood for that attitude, huh?” chuckled Lauren.“No way,” said Eve, shaking her head. “I actually was kinda mean to the guy…looming over him and stuff…”“Hot,” remarked Lauren, fanning her face.“I probably shouldn’t have reacted that way,” Eve sighed, “But I was in a rotten mood because of Jason and…well…this guy shouldn’t have been a little punk to me…anyway, he leaves, and then I hear a toilet flushing from one of the stalls…”“Oh my god…” breathed Lauren, her eyes going wide, “Eve…no way…this is seriously rom-com, movie-caliber stuff!”“I’m telling you, this is exactly what happened!” Eve exclaimed, laughing. “I hear this toilet flush, and I see…I see Ben’s head rising up over the stall…and I just…I just froze.”“Were you scared?” Lauren asked. “Or, I mean…like, startled?”“No!” Eve said, “Not really…like, that’s not why I froze.”“Why, then?” asked Lauren simply.Eve opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again…then opened it, and then closed it again. Lauren rocked back and forth in her sitting position, holding her giant pillow in her lap, waiting patiently for Eve to formulate a response. Eve, for her part, was struggling to put into words what was actually a very simple, basic, almost primal feeling. The answer seemed so obvious, and it was a little frustrating that she was having this much trouble explaining what she was getting at. It occurred to her that, once she managed to put this simple but elusive feeling into words, things might seem a bit easier for her.“I don’t…I don’t know,” she said helplessly, spreading her palms open on her lap, like she was pleading with the air around her. “It was just…in that moment…I don’t know what happened. As soon as I saw him, I could feel my face starting to get red, and…like, my skin got all tingly, and it felt like there were butterflies in my stomach…”“Did your heart start beating faster?” asked Lauren.“Yeah!” exclaimed Lauren, “Like…really fast! And then we talked for a minute, and he introduced himself, and I introduced myself and…and I felt like I was trying to catch my breath the whole time.”“What did you talk about?” Lauren ventured. She had started to smirk.“Don’t even remember, really,” Eve said, shaking her head, “Except…except that I remember he thought it was hilarious the way I had dealt with that little guy. I could tell he was impressed.”“Green flag,” remarked Lauren, nodding. “Always is when a guy is impressed with female assertiveness, rather than intimidated.”“Well anyway, it was a brief conversation,” Eve continued, shrugging, “And we parted ways, and…that was that.”“Uh-huh,” Lauren said, no longer trying to hide the smug expression on her face, “So let me get this straight – when you’re around Ben, you get all flushed, your skin tingles, you get butterflies in your stomach, and you feel breathless. Gee, I wonder what could possibly be going on?”“I…look, I know it’s obvious,” Eve said, rolling her eyes, “I’m obsessed with him for some reason.”“Obsessed,” Lauren repeated, “and ATTRACTED to him, Eve.”For a few seconds there was silence between them, and Eve felt her brow furrow together. It seemed so obvious, what Lauren had just said, and yet…why was it so odd to think of herself as being attracted to Ben?“I’ve never felt this way before,” she said suddenly, her voice almost deadpan as she spoke out into Lauren’s bedroom, “About anyone…not even close…”She could feel the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream, and it was assuaging, liberating, elating…to finally admit this out loud.“I just want to…to be around him,” Eve kept on, wanting to pursue these thoughts to the end, “All the time.” She had been staring hard at Lauren’s thick, soft comforter as she spoke, but now she looked up, straight into her friend’s eyes. “Lauren…at breakfast today…the way the two of us were just talking…it was so easy, so natural. I don’t even know how much time passed. It was like I just…just melted into the exchange with him.”“Damn,” said Lauren appreciatively, nodding slowly.“And when he got up to leave,” Eve continued, “I almost felt a kind of, I don’t know…desperation to keep him there? It was so crazy. I really, really didn’t want him to go. I felt almost like a little girl again. It was ridiculous – I almost got whiny.”“Oh no, not whiny!” chuckled Lauren. “You must really be into him.”“I did!” Eve cried, her eyes going wide, “That’s how I really felt! The whole conversation with him was…Lauren, it was fascinating.”“Oh yeah?” she asked, smiling.“Like, Ben just casually admitted to me that he had been with a guy,” Eve persisted. She could truly feel her inhibitions leaving her, now that they were getting down to the real “meat” of her exchanges with Ben. This particular conversation had only happened that morning, but Eve could already feel herself relax as she said all of this out loud. She hadn’t realized how much she had been bottling up inside her.“You mean…sexually?” Lauren asked, her eyebrows going up.“Yeah!” Eve exclaimed, “And he didn’t mention it in any kind of way where it was…uh, you know…like, designed to impress me or something.”“He wasn’t playing up the “edgy, liberated bohemian” persona?” grinned Lauren.“No way!” Eve said definitively, shaking her head, the waves of her chestnut brown hair swaying around her face, “He just…dropped it into the conversation. And I can’t even really remember what he said about it! I was too stunned by the way he just mentioned it. Total confidence. Almost like, nonchalance or something. Like he was totally aware that his attitude is pretty rare, but that he’s just not…I don’t know…not concerned with all that stuff, all our cultural…uhm… our cultural…” She snapped her fingers, twirling her hand around.“Pathologies?” offered Lauren.“Pathologies!” Eve nodded, wide-eyed. “God, that’s an even better word than the one I was thinking of. And Ben…he…he doesn’t…it’s not that he sees himself as ABOVE them, you understand? No superiority complex. He just doesn’t even bother with them.”“Yeah, I get it,” Lauren nodded, still smiling, “I totally get it, Eve.”“And then! Oh my god…Lauren….get THIS,” Eve said suddenly, holding out her hands. She had just remembered something, and the thought was so exciting that, for a few moments, she couldn’t even speak. She just sat there, mouth open, with her hands extended out to Lauren, like she was telling her to stop everything and get ready for something big.“Yes?” Lauren asked expectantly, “I’m on pins and needles here…”“In our conversation at breakfast,” Eve said slowly, as the strange excitement grew within her, “Ben mentioned something to me about this girl he had been with before.”“Girlfriend?” asked Lauren.“I…he didn’t mention that,” Eve replied, straining to remember, “He just said that he had done things with her. And Lauren…this is what was so crazy about it. This girl…Rose was her name, I think…he had said that she wanted him to, like…SMOTHER her.”“Oh…” Lauren nodded slowly, not bothering to hide her recognizing pleasure, “Ohhhhhhhh…”“And that she had sorta wanted him to go all, like, primal on her,” Eve continued. Her cheeks were now visibly flushed, and not just from the alcohol. “Like he was some kind of werewolf or something.”“Well, he is pretty hairy,” Lauren remarked.“Exactly! That’s what he said!” Eve laughed.“So how did hearing all that make you feel?” asked Lauren, her dry tone belying the expectation in her voice.“Aroused,” Lauren answered bluntly. Half an hour before, she might have tiptoed around this question, but she was feeling more intoxicated by the minute, and her customary inhibitions were quickly melting away.“Yeah, I can tell,” Lauren chuckled. “Your cheeks are all flushed. You’re getting aroused all over again, just talking about it.”“Heyyyy that’s…that’s just the whiskey!” protested Eve, reaching up to hide her cheeks as she pretended to be scandalized.“Mhm,” nodded Lauren, pursing her lips. “Right. The whiskey.”“It was actually crazy how turned-on I was,” Eve added, dropping her hands back into her lap as she quickly realized that she didn’t care that Lauren knew she was aroused right now. In fact, her friend’s recognition only encouraged her. “The more we talked, the more it felt like I was losing control of my body, and I just…I just loved it.”“Sounds like it,” Lauren said, taking a swig from the whiskey bottle and then shaking her head when Eve extended her arm out to take it. “Uh-uh, remember, no more until we get some food in you.”“Oh my god the FOOD!” Eve burst out. “I almost forgot! Yaaaayyyy!” She bounced in place on Lauren’s bed, making the entire mattress shake, as she raised her arms up in celebration.“Damn, arms looking good,” Lauren muttered, her eyes going up and down Eve’s figure. “Now, I’m curious – when you say you got aroused hearing all that stuff about Ben dominating that girl…are you saying you want him to do that kind of stuff…to you?”“I don’t know, maybe?” Eve said uncertainly, dropping her arms as she stared off to the side, wondering. “I mean, yes, obviously. The thought of him just, you know…TAKING me with those huge hands of his and…like, DOING stuff to me, being overpowering…relentless…like, uhh…dead-set on making me cum my brains out until my eyes just roll back…”“You’ve thought about this a little, have you?” Lauren chuckled.“Shut up YES I have,” Eve snapped with a little throb of a laugh. An image suddenly burst into her mind: the image of herself in the bathroom stall, masturbating, after her conversation with Ben at breakfast. She somehow wasn’t ready to mention that. “But it’s not just what HE would do to ME that I’ve thought of. It’s…what I’d do to HIM.”A few silent moments passed between them. Eve and Lauren were staring straight at each other, with Eve abruptly feeling another twinge of guilt. She shouldn’t be talking about these things…not even with Lauren. It was emotional cheating on Jason…on Jason…Jason…she could see his face, his confused little face, far down below, staring up at her with that stupid grin on the dance floor, as she and Ben stood on either side of him, absolutely looming over him, so that, when they talked, it was like he wasn’t even there.‘I hope that wasn’t too painful!’ Jason’s voice rang out in her head. She couldn’t believe he had said that…and right in front of Ben too!Suddenly, Eve felt something flare up within her, something fierce and unsparing. She didn’t care if she was “emotionally cheating” on Jason right now. She was. So be it. She didn’t even feel the least bit bad about it, so she may as well not sit around pretending like she did.“Well?” Lauren’s voice cut through the silence, yanking Eve back into the bedroom. For a moment there, she had been feeling truly sour and angry and upset, thinking about her boyfriend’s behavior, and how…SMALL he seemed, not just in stature, but in his attitude, his mentality. If Jason had been as mature and gracious as Ben, then his 5’8 wouldn’t have even seemed that small – but thinking about how stupidly superior he felt, Eve felt like it made him even smaller, even weaker…immature…deficient. But one word from Lauren, and Eve was back in the bedroom, back in the warm glow of the lamps, back on top of the plush, comfy mattress, back with her razor-sharp, knowing friend, who was smirking at her from the other side of the bed, holding the half-full whiskey bottle against the pillow in her lap, eagerly listening to what she had to say about Ben. Eve was safe…and Lauren was helping her draw all this out of herself. And all that tasty food was on the way. Strangely, in the midst of this big cacophony of feelings, something now cut through everything, and warmed Eve to her toes: gratitude for her friend.“Huh?” was all Eve could muster in this moment, blinking rapidly. For an odd moment she actually felt like she was going to cry, but quickly understood that this was just her reaction to the sudden deluge of feelings she had just experienced. Mainly, any tears would have been shed out of sheer, sappy gratitude for Lauren, but, to Eve’s relief, she felt herself calming down from the sudden flare-up. It was just what happened to her when she got really tipsy like this. Lauren didn’t need her blubbering to know that she was thankful. And anyway, they were talking about Ben, and this made her feel happy…and almost magically excited.“I think a lot just went through your head just now,” chuckled Lauren empathetically. “I could see it in your eyes – you kinda checked out there for a second.”“Yeah, uh…sorry,” Eve said, folding her hands in her lap as she rocked back and forth, “Just sorta…a lot…but ugh, never mind – what were we talking about?”“You were about to talk about what YOU wanted to do to BEN,” Lauren replied simply, her eyebrows going up expectantly, as her lips curved back upward in that knowing smile.“Oh yeah…yeaaaahhh…” Eve giggled, shutting her eyes and scrunching her nose up a bit before looking down at her legs. She suddenly felt very shy, very sheepish, but not because she didn’t want to tell Lauren what she was thinking – it was because she knew that she WAS going to say what she was thinking, and knew that it was going to turn her on even more.“So I know this is going to sound crazy,” she began, looking back up at Lauren as she brought both hands down on her knees again with an audible twin smack, “But even though I get crazy turned-on thinking about all the crazy stuff Ben could do to me, I think…I think a lot of the sexiness of the whole thing is just knowing that, uhh…you know…WITHIN the safety he provides, you know, physical AND emotional safety, within all THAT, I’d be free to just…uhhh…”“To just WHAT, Eve?” laughed Lauren, spinning her hands. “Come on, girl, let it out!”“To just…be a freak!” Eve exclaimed, her face flushing even more as the words escaped her lips. It was like she had been waiting eons to say those words, and now that she finally had, she couldn’t repress the big grin that had splayed itself out across her face.“And what does it look like,” Lauren smirked triumphantly, “When little Miss Eve is free to be a freak?”“Guhhh, I don’t know,” shrugged Eve, trying to sound blasé, but quickly abandoning that pretense as things started popping into her head, “Like okay…I can deepthroat Jason, right?”“Oh wow, here we go,” Lauren replied, rubbing her hands together eagerly, “Didn’t expect you to go straight there, but then again, I guess you’re drunk, so…”“Tipsy,” Eve pointed at her, wiggling the top part of her finger definitely, “Tipsssssyyyy…”“Right, sure,” Lauren grinned, “So okay, you can deepthroat all of Jason’s 5-inch cock, so what?”“Noooo, no, Jason’s actually big,” Eve corrected, “He’s just over 8 inches.”“Wow, who woulda thought?” chuckled Lauren, swigging from the whiskey bottle again, “Such small dick energy…”“Anyway, I can deepthroat him,” Eve said, not wanting to dwell on Jason anymore, “Pretty easily. Now just imagine if Ben…like…if he was…”And here Eve held out both hands in front of her, starting from about 8 inches, and then widening out to 12 or so.“Mhmm, and it’s fairly likely,” Lauren nodded. “Just a hunch…”“Imagine me, like….wrestling with that thing!” Eve said, her eyes going wide. “You know, like, challenging myself to take it…really having to TRAIN myself to deepthroat it, and then doing it over and over again until I could just like –”And here she aggressively thrust her head downward, then back up, down, then back up, in a lewd parabola, like she was deepthroating a cartoonishly massive cock. Lauren watched with barely-repressed glee.“Like, GUH…UUGGGHH…GGUUUAGGHHHH!!” Eve gagged out, purposefully exaggerating her bawdy noises.“You’re turning ME on now!” Lauren laughed.“And to have to really WORK to sit on it,” Eve continued, becoming more and more animated, “Oooooo, to train my ASS to take him! I’ve never done anal before. Never. But I’ve wanted to. Jason thinks it’s gross. But I bet Ben doesn’t.”“A fairly safe bet,” Lauren agreed.“Getting into all kinds of ass play,” Eve kept going, “And getting REAL dirty…deepthroating huge cocks, stretching throats, swallowing cum, just…hour-long marathons were I sit on him and RIDE him…and making him cry out and just…keeping on going…and him making me lose my mind, until we both collapse together in a heap.”“Damn!” Lauren observed. It was clear that even she hadn’t expected to be treated to THIS amount of Eve’s fantasies.“And then…oh god…maybe even FILMING all of this!?” Eve finished, gripping her knees so hard they were turning red. She knew she was starting to get a bit of the “crazy eye look” going on, but she didn’t care anymore, “And posting it online?? Oh god, just imagine…the two of us just going at it and hundreds of people watching!”“You mean hundreds of thousands,” Lauren corrected, “At least. Let’s be realistic here.”“That many!?” Eve exclaimed, before just plowing on ahead, “Wow okay, that many! And the two of us just growing together and getting hotter and hotter, all while we learn more and more about each other, and pleasing each other, and making each other cum harder and harder, until…until…”Eve tried in vain to reach the end point of whatever the story was, but it suddenly all sounded so fantastical and unrealistic that she dropped her hands back down in her lap.“Jesus, I don’t know!” Eve exclaimed abruptly, “Until we both graduate and buy a farm and become pornography homesteaders or something!”“Oh damn!” exclaimed Lauren, her eyes lighting up at her friend’s sudden and unexpected idea. “Eve…this sounds amazing! Can me and William join you guys!?”“The more the merrier!” cried Eve, getting taken away by her idea, “You guys could have your own cottage next to us –”“With a little dog house for William,” added Lauren dirtily.“And Ben tills the land and chops wood and raises the animals,” nodded Eve, high on her momentum, “And…and I could run a math tutoring business on the side, just to make ends meet, while I also, like…knit and tend the garden and can food and weave baskets and…just…”She trailed off, shaking her head as she threw her hands up.“Eve as a tradwife, running a multi-million-dollar couples porn gig with her giant husband, the only guy who can really handle her,” giggled Lauren, “I love it!”Eve sat there, staring down at Lauren’s bed. In the midst of all her enthusiasm, she suddenly felt completely foolish. What the hell was she even doing!?“It all sounds so crazy and ridiculous,” she muttered.“No it doesn’t,” Lauren said softly, aptly recognizing that Eve’s energy was now best served by gentleness. “It doesn’t sound crazy at all. Remember Eve – we’re just thinking out loud here. Not making hard plans, not making hard decisions…just…letting it all hang out.”Eve blinked and stared back up at Lauren, smiling appreciatively.“Yeah…that’s right,” she nodded, “Heh, I keep feeling like anything I say is somehow…you know…like speaking reality into existence, right?”“Well…maybe you are,” said Lauren carefully, “And maybe you aren’t. Who knows. We’re just talking. Though I have to say…the image of you as a tradwife in your rocking chair on the porch, knitting, watching Ben in the backyard while he’s out chopping wood without a shirt on…”“Ugh, I’m supposed to be a feminist,” moaned Eve, “And all women’s rights stuff, so why is this idea so hot!?”“Feminism means doing whatever the fuck you wanna do,” Lauren said simply, putting her hands on her thick hips as she sat up even straighter on her bed, “And if that means running a crazy-hot, ultra-successful couples-porn channel, and having an idyllic, bucolic lifestyle with an enormous pillar of calm, quiet, dominating masculinity…then that’s that.”Eve nodded slowly, letting Lauren’s words soak into her. She was starting to feel a little too drunk to truly take off with this idea, since it had actually caught her by surprise when it came tumbling out of her mouth. It seemed like she had already done enough, just to speak the idea out into the world, and she wanted to give it a little time to marinate in reality before she got carried away.“Uhm, so…what were we talking about?” Eve ventured after a few seconds, “Before I went waaaay off on that tangent…”“You were talking,” said Lauren coolly, “About how attracted you are to Ben.”“Oh, right…But…but see, you know,” Eve continued, sitting up straighter now that she had suddenly realized something, “It’s not even that I’m just dying for the physical stuff to happen with him. I mean, yes, I want it to happen, but it somehow doesn’t even seem that important. Like, yes it does. But that’ll come, you know? Hypothetically, of course…oh god, I know that sounded bad just now…like I was just assuming that –”“Shhhh, just keep going,” Lauren reassured her.“Okay, uhm…so the physical stuff…thinking about it is amazing, and all,” Eve continued, “But like I said, it…it’s not even the main thing.”“Well?” Lauren asked, point-blank, “What IS the main thing?”“To be close to him!” Eve blurted out, holding her palms open on her knees, “To hang out with him all the time! To…to just get to know him better! I wanna know about where comes from – like, I’m pretty sure he grew up on a farm. Or in the woods in some remote cabin or something. You know, like, rural setting? Heh, pretty sure that’s where my farm fantasy idea came from, now that I mention it. Ben can totally milk cows, like, I’m not even kidding, I know I’m just guessing, but…yeah, you get what I’m saying. I wanna know who his parents are, and what they’re like! I wanna know if he has any brothers and sisters, what his family life is like…and I wanna know what he does for fun. UGH I just wanna learn all about him, Lauren!”“You want to become friends,” Lauren said simply.“Yes! Friends!” Eve agreed loudly. “And…maybe other stuff too. I know, I know, I just rambled off a list of crazy shit, but that’s all just fantasy, right? I mean, I don’t even really care if his cock is like, I don’t know, 5 inches long or something. He has this effortless confidence to him, and when we talk, it’s sooooo easy!”“Which explains why the two of you were able to just casually talk about bdsm,” Lauren remarked.“Yeah! And…just saying all this out loud now, I know it sounds like Ben was just bringing up all this sexual stuff in our conversation, but…it wasn’t even like that at all! It all came up normally…organically. None of it felt forced or…or like he was trying to be any kind of way, or come across as anything other than…himself.”She stopped, letting out a frustrated sigh while she slapped at her knees with her open palms, making thick-sounding “thwacks” as her hands connected with the dense flesh of her pressed-together thighs and calves. Her white dress sparkled with her movements.“Do you get what I’m saying?” she asked abruptly, staring at Lauren with an earnest helplessness. “I feel like I’m not explaining things very well.”“Eve,” Lauren said slowly, reaching out and taking her friend’s hands in her own, squeezing them insistently, “You’re making PERFECT sense.”“I am?” Eve asked uncertainly.“Nothing you’ve said is confusing at all,” Lauren said, shaking her head and staring straight into Eve’s brown eyes.“Really?” Eve grinned crookedly, “Because I feel like I’m just rambling.”“Oh please,” Lauren laughed, tossing Eve’s hands back at her, “We just say that as a defense mechanism whenever we’re speaking our minds. It’s obvious what you’re saying. You’ve met a man who is more confident and open than anyone you’ve ever met before, and, on top of that, he has this easy physical confidence – helped by the fact that he’s almost 6’9 – that makes you feel safe and helps give you free reign into some very…distinct fantasies. And he has this unusual appearance, huge, hairy, not classically-attractive, that, when combined with that physical confidence and unusual mental maturity, makes him…totally unique, and helplessly intriguing for a young, brainy, 6’1 woman like you who has never, ever felt physically safe with Jason, because deep down, you feel bigger than him. Physically bigger, mentally bigger, emotionally bigger.”Eve stared back at Lauren, blinking for a few moments, her mind briefly going blank. Was it all really that simple?“It’s not Jason’s fault that he’s more than 5 inches shorter than me,” she mumbled, staring back down at Lauren’s comforter.“No,” replied Lauren, “But that’s never been your issue with him, has it?”Eve silently shook her head. She felt dirty…or, more specifically, she wanted to feel dirty. She wanted to feel bad that she was receptively listening to Lauren say all this stuff about her boyfriend. But, try as she might, she didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. In fact, more than anything else, she felt a strange sense of euphoria, a feeling that she was quickly able to identify as relief. This wasn’t right…it couldn’t be right to feel this way…“Uh this is…this is all happening kinda fast in my head,” Eve managed to say, beginning to shrug her shoulders, but just then, she felt the warm, strong grip of her friend’s hands wrapped around her upper arms. She raised her head to the sight of Lauren’ face quite close to hers, staring seriously into her eyes.“Let’s leave it at that for now, huh?” Lauren said kindly. “Remember, no big decisions tonight, no big plans…nothing like that. We’ve just been talking Eve, just been talking…that’s it. That’s all.”“Yeah…that’s right,” Eve nodded slowly, reassuring herself.“It’s important to be able to air these kinds of things out, you know?” Lauren continued. “And, just being honest Eve – I’m glad you did. And I don’t want you feeling all guilty tomorrow just because you and I were able to have a frank conversation. Remember what precipitated it.”Eve swallowed, nodding again, as her mind quickly flashed back to her boyfriend’s confused face, far down below, staring up at her as she loomed over him.“Precipitated…” she muttered.“Huh?” asked Lauren.Eve’s mouth slowly curved up into a smirk. “You’ve always gotta use the big SAT word.”“Hey,” Lauren chuckled, dropping her hands back down from Eve’s arms, “That’s venturing into GRE territory. I should know, since I’m tutoring some seniors in that test right now.”“What?” asked Eve, “The GRE!? But…you’re a freshman!”“Yeah, and so are you, Miss Multivariable Calculus!” laughed Lauren. “Which isn’t even ON the GRE, by the way.”“It’s not!?” asked Eve, dumbfounded.“No way – it doesn’t even have regular calculus,” said Lauren. “So, I don’t know, maybe while you figure out what you’re gonna do about your love life – don’t look at me like that – maybe while you figure out all THAT…you can at least enact ONE phase of your pastoral fantasy and start raking in some extra cash tutoring people in test prep math. Seriously, I charge $70 an hour.”“Jesus!” Eve exclaimed.“Mhmmm, how else do you think I can afford such nice whiskey?” Lauren chuckled, “Or order $80 worth of food on a whim?”“Oh geez, I didn’t even think about the cost!” Eve cried, “I’ll…I’ll pay you back this week, I promise!”“How about,” said Lauren, bringing a firm finger to Eve’s lips, “You shut your fucking mouth and enjoy a lovely evening courtesy of Lauren, hmm?”Eve tried to open her lips, but Lauren pressed her finger into them even firmer.“Aa-aaaa!” Lauren exclaimed, shaking her head, “No argument!”“Oawwkeeeyyyy, phhhiiine,” mumbled Eve through her muffled lips, rolling her eyes, while internally feeling deeply grateful for her friend. Seriously, this was exactly what she needed tonight.“Aaaand it looks like the food’s gonna be here in five minutes!” Lauren added, releasing Eve and looking down to check a notification on her phone. “Wait, what’re you doing?”Eve had suddenly bounded off the bed, swaying slightly, before making a beeline over to her 6-inch black stiletto heels, which had been standing in the corner. The next moment, she collapsed into an untidy heap next to them, and was quickly busying herself with putting them back on.“Oh I seeeee,” grinned Lauren approvingly, “Gonna intimidate the delivery guy, huh?”“Hey, it’s up to him whether he’s intimidated or not!” retorted Eve, strapping on her final heel and then slowly, steadily rising up, using the wall for balance as she did so. Lauren watched her rise up and up…and up…until Eve was standing there in her tight, sparkly white dress, smiling crookedly down as she swayed slightly in place, a full 6’7.“Oh my god,” Eve moaned, reaching up to (easily) palm the ceiling, steadying herself, “I am sooooooo hungry right now…”“Yeeeah, you’re going over 165 tonight,” Lauren declared. Her eyes went over Eve’s figure. “Damn…look at you.”“You think I’m a string bean…” Eve pouted, crossing her legs in place. She was enjoying playing up her insecurities with Lauren, blurting out the first negative thing that popped into her head.“No way, you’re looking MAJORLY thicker than a few months ago,” Lauren countered, “And you looked perfectly fine then too! But I’ve gotta say, I’m digging the curves…a LOT.”“Well I’m hic I’m just getting started,” said Eve, raising both arms up in a double bicep pose and flexing them. “Work workouts, more food, more calories, more…uhhh…”She had been about to say something about Ben, but she faltered a bit, unsure what to say.“More other stuff,” offered Lauren helpfully.“More…other…stuff!” chimed Eve, flexing her biceps with each word. “And…oh! I…I wanna ask you some questions about William! I’ve been meaning to for a while, and now that I’m drunk…there’s nothing hic to hold me back.”“Well you can ask away,” smiled Lauren, holding up her buzzing phone, “But only if you come back with the food. The guy just got here.”A minute later, the Darento delivery man’s mouth dropped open as the front door to the apartment suddenly opened, and he was staring straight into the voluminous cleavage of a beautiful, curvy, towering young woman, whose untidy brown hair and slightly unsteady gait led him to believe that she was probably intoxicated. He had never seen anyone this tall before, even in heels.“Hel-hic Hello!” Eve sang out, a sudden, frisky aggression sweeping over her as she towered over the man. Purely for theatrical effect, she gripped hold of the top of the door frame and leaned slightly down, showing off her arms, and how easy it was for her to touch that high up. A few days before, she might have realized that this guy was about the same height as Jason, but she wasn’t thinking that right now. It was just another short guy who made her feel big…and powerful.“H-Hi!” exclaimed the man, blinking up at her. “Uhm…Lauren?”“Oh my godddd, you’re a lifesaver!” Eve burst out, not even bothering to correct him as she reached down for the large bag. In an instant, as she took the bag, she noticed that the guy, who didn’t actually look all that skinny, had smaller forearms and wrists than her…to say nothing of his thighs. What was this new obsession with size that seemed to be cropping up over and over with her recently? Was it all to do with Ben? Or was there more to it? Eve remembered that she was going to ask Lauren about William, her short, skinny sub, who was utterly dwarfed by his 5’10, 187-lb dom…THAT turned Eve on too!“Kay, thankssss!” she smiled down at the delivery guy, managing to resist the urge to reach down and pinch his cheek affectionately. He looked like he was in his 40’s, with a bit of a “deer in the headlights” look about him.“You’re cute,” Eve blurted down at the guy, one hand still on the top door frame, but before he could answer, she quickly got red in the face, stepped back, and closed the door. She giggled to herself, feeling stupid, and not caring. It was time to eat.