Chapter 41

Friday, it took Evan longer to get to Miss Style’s house than the first time when he needed to figure out where he was going. He drove slow and dreamed up scenarios. It was like those trips to the mall on the minibus, imagining all the things he would do and say, knowing he wasn’t actually going to end up having sex with whatever high school girl he had been picturing. But why was he thinking about Style at all?

All those videos of Style made it impossible for Evan to turn off his imagination. She was still a sexy lady and so fuckable in his mind. The problem was, Evan wanted to do it more now than before he knew she had a dick. Maybe he had been curious ever since the first time he’d seen the mule, but guys didn’t turn him on? Now, a woman he had a boner for had a cock. He watched her give head, get fucked in that ever-so-sexy ass, and do the same to others, women and men. Guys had sucked her off, and that was the thing that scared and excited Evan the most. Daphne Dragon seemed to be one-hundred percent Grade A woman in every way, so if he didn’t know, and things were getting hot and heavy, would he run away if she whipped it out? Hell no. So why was it different now that he knew?

This is stupid, Evan told himself and put on his blinker before turning into Style’s driveway. The woman hadn’t been there the last two times he was there, and when she was, Style hadn’t given any indication that she was interested.

Shit, two cars, Evan thought. One was Style’s, for sure. He cut the engine off, took a deep breath, and opened the door. What if she was swimming or sunbathing or—”Stop it,” he said and quietly made his way into the backyard. Nothing is going to happen, and even if she offered, you’d chicken out once you saw her dick.

It was quiet except for the hum of the filter. Instead of going straight to the barn for the equipment, Evan checked the screen room. It was empty, but he saw a towel hanging over the gate at the top of the walkway, so he went toward the pool, practicing his opening. “Hi, I hope this isn’t a bad time. I haven’t seen you for so long. I thought...”

Miss Style was bobbing on the water. The gate squeaked, and she turned. “Evan, hi.”

Evan’s arm moved in what he realized after was a jerky, unsure wave. The sun on the disturbed water distorted his view, but for the split-second that Evan had the nerve to look, he didn’t notice a top. The woman was making her way to the ladder, but if she’s naked, how am I not going to stare, Evan wondered? Miss Style climbed with her eyes closed until her shoulders were visible, then she paused and smiled at him. He looked over her head at nothing, wondering if she expected him to leave or if the pause was a tease.

The woman Evan expected to be Daphne Dragon, continued, and her firm tits appeared. Damn it, it’s a nude-colored bikini top. He watched the six-pack abs and wide hips rise. The triangle of fabric that only covered her groin was fastened with strings that looped high over her hips. Everything else was exposed. He stared in disbelief at nothing. Even with the dragon head and the top of one of the wings visible above the bathing suit, Evan refused to believe there could be a dick in there.

“Excuse me, Evan.”

Fuck, I’m staring, she caught me staring. “Ah, hi, um, how are you? I hope this isn’t—”

“Evan, I need that towel behind you.”

“Jeez, I’m sorry.” He handed it to her, but she didn’t step back. Style dried her face, arms, stomach, and legs. He had only seen her in pants before, so he had no idea how incredible her legs were. Everything from her plump, red lips to her blue toenail polish made him horny. Jason must have been wrong, he thought. There probably were thousands of people with dragon tattoos.

“How have you been?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you. Has everything been good? Are you happy with—”

“Evan,” she grasped his biceps, “relax. You’re acting like you’ve never seen someone in a bikini.”

“I, ah, uh, sorry, I’m, oh, tattoo, you have a tattoo?”

Style tossed the towel over her shoulder and traced the wing to the edge of the material, poking her fingertip under it. “Yes, it’s a dragon, but I suppose you can see that.”

What kind of idiot tries to ease an awkward moment by bringing up a tattoo that must start at her pubic bone? The hard buds poking out the front of Miss Style’s top advertised the loops attached to them. Evan thought, why don’t you mention those, too?

Right when he was sure the level of uncomfortability couldn’t get any higher, Style stepped closer, and Evan looked directly into her cleavage. Then he looked everywhere else as if that might erase the fact that he had stared at her tits.

“You seem nervous about something,” Style said. “Is everything okay? You’re not planning on quitting, are you?”

“No, no, I’m not,” Evan said. “I mean, yes, everything is okay, and no I’m not planning on quitting.”

“That’s good,” she said and inched back. “I’d hate it if you did. I’m delighted to have you ... coming here.”

The telltale pulse and tug from the muscle behind his balls made Evan want to reach over and guide his dick into a harmless position, but he couldn’t unless he wanted to draw attention to the growing erection. In hindsight, he realized that attention would have been better. His dick had caught on the front of his Nike sweatpants. It lurched and jerked, trying to finish its rise. I’m pointing the full monty at my boss. Shit.

“My goodness,” Style said, and the blood drained from Evan’s face so fast he saw spots. “I’m flattered.” He looked down and saw her hand move. “And impressed.”

The smell of chlorine got stronger because his nose was close to the top of her head, which was tilting forward, blocking his view. The woman’s hands felt cold. “Very impressed.”

It sounded stupid before the words were out, but Evan couldn’t stop them. “Thank you.”

Style didn’t ask or even make eye contact until her strong hands were down the back of his pants, looping side to side, lowering them. “You always go commando at work?”

“It gets hot,” he said.

“I can imagine with all this cock, and—” Both hands collected his hanging balls. “God, what a set you got.”

This time, Evan kept his mouth shut and stared at his cock and balls in Style’s knowing hands. She smiled, lifted his shirt over his head, and caressed his chest and stomach. “Do you mind?” she asked, but she was already bending her knees. He shook his head. She yanked the string behind her back and tossed her top aside.

The woman wasn’t so much tan as she was white where she hadn’t been in the sun. It looked like she had been wearing a narrow tube top around her chest, leaving bold tan lines that were very much a turn-on. Evan decided her tits were fake but very natural looking, and the nipples pierced through with rings made them that much more desirable.

Style cupped his testicles and used the other hand to bring his stubborn stiffness down so it pointed at her open mouth. “I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you.”

Not as much as I wanted you to do it, Evan thought and gasped. Porn star, still not convinced, but experienced at giving head, absolutely no question in his mind.