Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Darryll Woodcock stepped out of the piano black Aston Martin Vanquish S, flicked his cigarette to the side of the curb and tossed the keys to the valet jockey. The Monroe University junior was in a great mood tonight. Yesterday, he and his rugby mates had defeated their cross-state rivals, Eastfield College. Earlier this afternoon he had spent three hours playing poker online and had won a cool sixteen grand. And the evening saw him at Hooters with some buddies drinking beers and eating wings. He’d still be there now if he hadn’t remembered about having to take care of some “business” here at Club Taboo. Still slightly buzzed, Darryll checked that he had his cell phone and with his usual devil-may-care swagger, made his way past the long line of people anxiously waiting alongside the front of the club and boldly up to the two brawny men standing at the entrance. “Darryll Woodcock. I’m here to see Pauli,” he announced to the man holding the clipboard.

The doorman’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked over the 6'1" male who thought he could skip the line and get into the club just like that and said simply, “There’s no Pauli here.”

Darryll retrieved his cell phone from his pocket, scrolled down to “P.L.”, pressed ‘Call’, handed his phone to the doorman and said, “Pauli wants to talk to you.”

Taking Darryll’s phone, the doorman held it up to his ear. “Hello?....Yes....Uh-huh….Sure,” the doorman said to the person on the other end of the phone as he looked Darryll over again with a critical eye. Darryll was garbed in an oyster-blue Hugo Boss Johnny-Collar short-sleeve shirt - untucked, black Cavalli trousers and a pair of buckled black leather Aldo wedge tips. “Sure thing, boss,” the doorman said into the phone. The doorman then handed back Darryll’s phone and told him, “Pauli said to head inside and get a drink. He'll be with you in about twenty minutes or so.” The doorman then nodded to the bouncer who unhooked the velvet rope to let Darryll through.

While he was no stranger to the club scene, Darryll’s visit to Taboo tonight was more for business than for pleasure. But once business was taken care of, however, Darryll would be ready to play, being the ever opportunistic hyena that he was. Upon entering, the blue-eyed rugby jock with the short-cropped brown hair paused to take in the scene. The club’s interior was both dynamic and chic, combining stylish and innovative modern design elements highlighted by a dramatic ceiling installation. Lavish seating areas surrounded the European-style recessed dance floor, providing ideal viewing and bottle or cocktail service from the two bars.

The DJ, from his elevated pulpit watched over the packed dance floor while spinning 50,000 watts of un-adulterated dance your ass-off sound through the state-of-the-art Phazon sound system. These sounds, together with the kinetic light effects and the club’s go-go dancers combined in a sexy collaboration to enhance the club's extravagant and thrilling atmosphere. Looking up, Darryll could see the colonnaded balconies of the various VIP rooms allowing their patrons to survey the action below. He then made his way to the crowded main bar, got a bartender’s attention and ordered. “Double shot of Rumple Minze and a Budweiser.”

Evelyn Nicole Cicarelli was used to crowded, lighthearted environments that often ended in a few too many shots. She had grown considerably fond of the nightlife here, despite her constant toiling over the fact that she was no longer within her homeland of Salvador, Bahia. Brazil was beautiful, and if she could be back upon those flawless shores once more with her family, she would be. However, with much convincing from her father, the man had urged her to move to America. There were more opportunities, and it had been a godsend in disguise. Though she often grew homesick, it was moments like these, surrounded by her friends, that allowed for her to lay at ease with her decision. It had been intimidating at first, yet who wouldn't befriend a sweet, gorgeous young foreigner? Perhaps Evelyn was merely a natural when it came to luck.

She now studied Microbiology at Monroe University, along with her frequent side-jobs of modeling, she was getting along within the States just fine. She found the American boys to be exceptionally entertaining too, with the way they flaunted themselves about in hopes of gaining some unrequited attention from her. It was pitiful to some extent, and yet she humored them every now and then, allowing for some harmless conversation. Of course, most of it consisted of them ogling her natural assets. From the heavenly length of her seemingly perfect legs, to the plush visage of her cleavage, Evelyn was often on the receiving end of these tasteless passes. Did any of them manage to slip their way into her favor? Yes, about a handful of them but nothing lasted. As they had their needs, she had her own. They were fun for a while but she quickly grew bored of their constant badgering and immature habits. Her friends said she was ruthless, despite her sweetheart personality and the fact that everyone seemed to love her. Her father had raised her to be a lady, after all.

Tonight marked her best friend Angie's birthday, and Angie had dragged the group of young women out to her favorite club. They were already buzzing with alcohol, giggling and flitting about happily. Evelyn was seated casually upon one of the crush-velvet couches they had rented, her eyes dropping from the scene of Angie shaking her ass to the empty glass within her hand. She had made her choice of drink, which was a martini. She had to admit, she had an insatiable weakness when it came to olives and hard liquor. Wouldn't hurt to get another one, would it? From the multitude of empty glasses already littering the tables around them, she figured her third drink was well-deserved. Nonetheless, she was a bit hesitant to leave her post, due to the moment she finally did pay attention to her surroundings, she could feel the gauging stares burning holes into her flesh.

Fuck it, let them drool.

Pushing herself to stand, she spared a few words to her other friend Vicky before sauntering her way towards the bar. Tonight she donned a skin-tight black cocktail dress, the darkened curls adorning her head let down to hang at the small of her back. Evelyn truly couldn't help it if she practically oozed sexual prowess, she was only aware of what she had to work with, and worked with it quite well. Now, to say she was easy to give it up would be a complete myth. One had to either be unabashedly charming and handsome, or, he had to work quite a bit to get relatively close to her. She was young, single and had the world in the palm of her hand.

Why not live life to the fullest?

When she finally arrived at the bustling bar, she was blissfully unaware of who stood off to the left of her. If she had turned her head, she would have noticed the presence of Darryll Woodcock. It seemed as though every woman was crazy about him, and she couldn't blame them. He was horribly handsome and seemed to have that air about him where he just didn't give a shit. Along with olives and hard liquor, Evelyn also had a weakness for that, too. A slender hand was raised and immediately, the bartender made a beeline for her. She greeted him with a dazzling smile, "Refill, please." She didn't doubt that he remembered what she had ordered the first two times, and confident that he would serve just what her little liver desired, she let him leave with that simple wink tossed her way. The music was a bit too loud for her taste, but she dealt with it. The beat was addicting though, and soon enough the tantalizing hips she bore were swaying lightly with the thrumming bass, light clicking of her black stilettos lost within the sea of reverberating noise.

It wasn’t long before the bartender placed Darryll’s drinks before him. Taking the double shot of Rumple Minze, he held it up to his lips and tossed it back. The potent peppermint schnapps left a refreshing minty trail as it tumbled over his tongue and hit the back of his throat before sliding down his esophagus. Darryll inhaled through pursed lips, enjoying the peppermint coolness swirling in his mouth as the Rumplemintz warmed his body. He then grabbed his bottle of Budweiser by the neck, took a swig and again savored the minty cool sensation that flared in his mouth. It was the exact same bursting minty sensation one would get when drinking ice water immediately after brushing one’s teeth or gargling with mouthwash. With beer in hand, Darryll turned and scanned the club which was filled with the usual bevy of hot chics and waited patiently for Pauli to show his face. His slow gaze wandered randomly, checking out the scene, not really encountering anything that caught his fancy. That is, not until his eyes fell upon the ass of the person standing next to him as it swayed lightly to the bass.

And what a glorious ass it was too. Perfectly shaped and perfectly proportioned to the long legs and body it was attached to. With his curiosity piqued, Darryll took a casual glance up at the face of the person who belonged to the wondrous behind. The vaunted rugby jock immediately did a double-take. Not only because the person was exceptionally gorgeous, but also because of who this particular female actually was. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Standing right next to him was the new transfer student from Brazil that everyone at Monroe had been raving about. He hadn’t yet officially met her, but if he recalled correctly, someone had said her name was Evelyn. She was absolutely stunning in appearance. But more importantly to the brash Woodcock, she also just so happened to be the subject of a ten thousand dollar wager Darryll had with his good friend, Steve - rugby teammate, fellow womanizer and like Darryll, a compulsive gambler. The bet was essentially a competition to see who between the two of them could get the new transfer student from Brazil - Evelyn, in bed and have sex with her first. The ten thousand dollars, of course, going to the victor.

And here she was, practically served up to him on a silver platter. While he didn’t have any problems meeting and interacting with highly attractive girls, Darryll was never one to turn down or shy away from a bet either - no matter how ridiculous the terms or outrageous the stakes. He was known to bet on just about anything and everything, no matter how unusual or offensive to decency and morality it may have seemed. A wolfish smile curled Darryll’s lips. The night had certainly become a whole lot more interesting for the Monroe University junior. He quickly checked his watch. By his estimate and from what the doorman had told him, it would probably be another fifteen minutes or so before Pauli showed up. Darryll decided it was time to get things rolling on this little game. “Hi,” he began easily, addressing the enchanting brunette next to him. “I happened to notice you weren’t getting very much attention from any guys here in the club and figured you were probably just shy, so I thought I’d say hello and help you get over your fear of talking to interesting sexy guys such as myself,” Darryll said cheerily in greeting. His tone was cocky, yet more so playful and teasing than anything else.

As he waited for her response, Darryll took a moment to check her out once more. She had an exotic look to her that was both sassy and sophisticated. Her beautifully haunting sepia brown eyes suggested intense passion and strength within, as if a warning to the meek and timid to not even bother, while at the same time, an unspoken challenge to those brave and bold enough to try their luck at igniting said passion and strength held within her. Full pouty lips added to her bewitching mystique and her body-hugging black cocktail dress did well to showcase her sexy hourglass figure, no doubt the subject of envy for many of the other vapid beauties present in the club tonight. She was Brazilian all right. Darryll’s gaze continued lazily along her curvy figure down her long, shapely tone legs all the way to the taper of her ankles and finally to her stylish black stiletto heels. He had always been a sucker for cute feet and sexy heels. “Hey, nice heels…” Darryll remarked thoughtfully to the leggy Brazilian sex-bomb standing next to him. “What are you, like four feet tall without those on?” he added teasingly.

It was the beginning of a simple greeting, yet it quickly turned into a statement that Evelyn possibly could not ignore. When spoken to, her head slowly turned towards the source. Well, if it wasn't Mr. Woodcock. A slender brow happened to arch in curiosity, finding his immediate words to be amusing. Really? Did he actually think she was not being pummeled with attention? Though it wasn't immediate or as bold as his own showcasing, it was definitely there. Least to say, the ones who admired and tried to gauge her attention were far too frightened to do it themselves. Instead, they hoped the natural tides of nature would take the reigns and settle the Brazilian bombshell within their laps. That wasn't going to happen, and somewhat intrigued, she couldn't quite say she wasn't enjoying Darryll's introduction. Though amusing, it was impressive in the sense that he wasn't backing down from a challenge. Thus, she casually turned about, leaning the small of her back against the frigid edge of the elegant bar, keeping her gaze poised on him the entire time.

"Well lucky me, then," she began in a slow, sultry drawl. "I was so wishing for a knight in shining..." Her words cut off and her gaze trickled down his form carefully, until finally settling upon his shoes. She smiled, the cute quirk of her plush lips signaling that she certainly enjoyed what she saw. "Aldo wedge tips...I do have to say, quite a sense of fashion you uphold," she complimented, though didn't seem too taken back but such. In fact, she looked somewhat uninterested, keeping her general presence casual yet welcoming. A brief clearing of a throat behind her, and she reached back, grabbing the offered martini without losing her train of focus. A small swirling of gin and vermouth followed suit, and she delicately picked up the skewered olive. Whilst she settled the small morsel in between her teeth, she wrapped her lips about the glass cocktail brochette, unable to help but giggle at the mentioning of her height. Her left leg bent, playfully tipping her foot upwards to roll her ankle and showcase the impressive stiletto she wore. She always had enjoyed her heels...

"Add about a foot and...two inches to that estimate," she mused, swallowing down the olive before sipping at her drink contently. "Are you implying that you have something against smaller women," Evelyn questioned, knowing very well that she was significantly petite. However, she enjoyed her size very much. She had always claimed she wasn't small, but rather fun-size. It had led to many compromising positions that allowed a few certain partners of her's to hoist her up with little effort and keep her pinned to any surface they could possibly find that lay vertical. She wasn't complaining, and she knew they definitely were not either. The young scholar had all the reason to boast about being a wondrous lover. Now, would this particular gentleman find out such luscious information? Only time would tell, as she still had yet to make up her mind about him.

He was definitely a handful, but certainly nothing she could not handle.

If anything, she was worried about whether or not he would be able to keep his grip on her. After all, Evelyn could give a man a run for his money, and that was not speaking literally.

“Oh, starting with the compliments already, huh?” he said in response to her shining knight reference and flattering remarks about his fashion sense. “Well, just so you know, I’m not like most other guys… the compliment thing isn’t going to work with me. I’m not giving you my phone number so just quit it,” Darryll stated with a straight face, though it was plainly obvious by his exaggerated tone of voice that he was only kidding around with her. “Besides, I prefer gifts and money,” he quipped for the punch line.

As Darryll watched the provocative way in which Evelyn placed the olive garnish into her mouth, he couldn’t help but wonder if she possessed the compulsory fervent passion and zeal that Brazilian women were known for when it came to sexy-time. And in spite of his teasing greeting, he knew that she had to be getting loads of attention from both male and female patrons here tonight. In fact, he noticed there were a number of guys who, even now as they spoke, seemed to be waiting anxiously in the wings hoping Darryll would end up striking out with the buxom brunette so they could have a go at trying to woo the Brazilian hottie or at least catch her eye.

Darryll had no doubt that the exceptionally gorgeous Evelyn, just like every other attractive woman, was used to having dozens upon dozens of humdrum guys who collectively possessed the intellectual capacity of a squashed apricot kissing her ass everyday, showering her with the same unoriginal compliments and telling her things they thought she would want to hear, all in the hopes of gaining her approval. To these dullards, that was what they considered to be flirting. Instead of being interesting and funny or offering a girl much in the way of a challenge, these predictable lames with no game would rather act like needy wuss-bags and play things safe by making sure they didn’t say or do anything that might have the potential of upsetting a woman. How exciting.

“Really? Five-two?” Darryll questioned with a pretend skeptical look. “Well, those heels look good on you, I guess… seeing as how you’re a midget and all. Though, I can totally see how they would make normal-sized women look freakishly tall.” He was joking around with her again, of course. He knew that the average height for females was around five-three/five-four and she definitely appeared to be at least around that tall, even without her sexy heels. As mentioned previously, Darryll was digging her perfectly proportioned figure, but just couldn’t help busting on her. “Well If anything, you can always donate them to charity so that a poor homeless girl who doesn’t care if her shoes make her look freaky can wear them,” he added teasingly. Darryll took a sip of his beer, curious as to how the sultry vixen would respond to his cocky, playful teasing way of flirting.

“I just hope you’re not too upset that everyone is looking at ME and not at YOU because I’m so much more prettier than you are,” Darryll added matter-of-factly. As per usual, his tone was cocky, yet more playful and teasing than anything else. While he had kept a straight face, it was easy enough to tell - at least for anyone of any intelligence - that he wasn’t at all being serious. There was absolutely no possible way in hell that anyone who happened to be looking in their direction could have mistaken Darryll for being the better looking of the two. Darryll knew it, this beautiful brunette chic he was talking to had to have known it, just like anyone and everyone in the club would have known it. But this distinctly obvious fact only made his redonkulous over-the-top teasing remark that much more humorous. Which had been his intention - just as it had been with his teasing greeting and kooky-dook jape about her heels and height. Whether she would be able to appreciate it as such, who knows. To be honest, Darryll wasn’t really concerned since most - if not all - of his cocky humor had always been meant for his own amusement anyway.

Evelyn was quick to play his game, and her expression dwindled down into a pout. Bottom lip puckered out, sculpted brows furrowed and eyes glistening with the intention of wooing anything with how pitifully adorable she looked. "Drats," she began, snapping her fingers to further put emphasis on just how sad she was. "You've found me out! And here I thought I would be able to sweep you off your feet whilst complimenting you on your footwear. I suppose some men are just more work," she muttered in mock disappointment. Her display of play was quickly broken with a laugh, as she found his overall demeanor to be amusing. Then again, with what was currently flowing out of his mouth, she had to wonder exactly how he got any women. Most would immediately take offense to what he had to say, as Evelyn was welcoming the taunts quite openly.

It was a nice breath of fresh air, as he was giving her an encounter that she never really experienced before. Most men were predictable, but this one, he was definitely far from that realm. She couldn't quite say she disliked it, as if anything, he was far more captivating than her friends were at the moment. They insisted on talking about their latest flings, and while Evelyn had no quarrels at all when it came to boasting about her life behind closed doors, she couldn't quite find anything to complain about, like her friends had. She supposed she had better luck than they did in more than one subject.

"A midget," she questioned, sipping down a bit more of her spritzing martini, "I have to admit...no one has ever called me such an extreme before, but I suppose there's always a first for everything. As for me donating my stilettos...no thank you, I'm actually quite fond of them." Her eyes never left his own, and she was smiling lightly throughout their entire show of going back and forth, the teasing badger of comments certainly making her evening lively, in a good sense. Evelyn, admittedly, didn't really think anything would come of this meeting at all. It wasn't to say she doubted his art of swooning, or her own willingness to give him a chance. It was merely...a gut feeling, that had her looking towards the other in a purely platonic manner. His jibs made her laugh, and forced the thought of perhaps befriending him, rather than hopping on his cock and tiring the poor lad out for an extended amount of time. She wasn't opposed to it, and couldn't quite make up her mind just yet. After all, she wasn't even sure what he was hoping to gain after all of this, too.

"I'm not upset, at all. Actually, I'm a bit thankful. It's about time someone outshines me, after all, being in the limelight is so tiring sometimes...so I suppose I should thank you for relieving me of my stressful responsibilities of pleasing the public," she countered in a lazy drawl, glancing over the crowd. Her nose scrunched in distaste then, and she shrugged, settling down her now empty glass. Yes, she was quite the drinker, but also was more than aware of her limits. "To be honest, you can have them all. They really aren't my type, and no, I will not elaborate on what my type is, either," Evelyn quickly added, always having dreaded that damned question. She herself, didn't know what her type was. It all depended on the person. However, she was more than wised up to what wasn't her type and the people here, tonight, weren't cutting it.

Darryll listened with tickled amusement as Evelyn played along with his continued tomfoolery. She was too cute with her pouty bee-stung lips and puppy dog eyes. She obviously knew how to play the advanced flirting game and he was finding the fiery vixen to be incredibly fun. He was thoroughly enjoying their little tête-à-tête and despite his relentless teasing of her, the Monroe University rugby phenom had been thus far highly impressed with the winsome sprite’s ability to roll with his cocky humor as well as her penchant for being able to kick it back at him in the same fun-spirited manner in which it was all intended. Darryll understood all to well from past experience that not everyone was able to handle, much less have fun with his challenging personality. Usually, when he determined that a person would be useless as far as having any fun, Darryll would just tip his hat and be off on his merry way in search of his next adventure. But for those few women that could handle his wide-ranging vagary… oh, what fun they were in for.

Darryll and the brunette beauty currently seemed to be traveling nicely along that road. Would that road lead to the two of them crumpling the sheets together at some point? Or would it hit an abrupt dead end? Who knows, only time would tell… The degenerate gambler had ten thousand clams riding on the uncertain outcome. But what Darryll did know for certain was that this cheeky young lass had a great sense of humor and seemed to be able to handle anything and everything that he threw her way. And those were the kinds of women that ignited his passions and inspired him to ignite theirs. “Yeah well, I have to admit… you’re the first midget I’ve ever met who was so selfish she couldn’t part with her freaky shoes even if in the name of charity. I really hate myself for knowing you right now,” he playfully teased.

Darryll took another swig of his beer and gave Evelyn an understanding nod as she jokingly thanked him for drawing the limelight away from her along with the pressure that came with it. She went to state, with scrunched nose, that the crowd wasn’t her type and that she didn’t intend on divulging what her type was either. But before the silver-tongued harlequin could respond with yet another of his patented cocky/funny/teasing/flirty remarks, he was preempted by the sound of his mobile phone’s ring-tone going off. It was probably Pauli calling wanting to meet so they could take care of business. Darryll reached into his pocket and turned off his phone. Pauli and business could wait. He was having way too much fun with this lovely Latin sprite to bother with money matters at the moment.

Darryll however, took out his phone anyway and acted as if he were answering a call even though he had turned it off. He held it up to his ear and pretended to speak to someone on the other end. “Hello?… uh-huh… uh-huh…” Darryll glanced at the gorgeous Brazilian standing next to him and continued with his fake conversation. “Umm… She’s okaaayyy-looking, I guess... Sure, no problem, I’ll take care of it. Talk to you later, bye.” After finishing his faux conversation, which Evelyn, no doubt overheard - his part of it at least, Darryll put his phone back in his pocket, slugged the rest of his beer and set the empty bottle on the bar. He then looked the bewitching brunette in the eyes and spoke in a calm somber tone, “That was one of the managers of this establishment. He told me that I’m going to have to kick you out of the club because you don’t even know how to dance.”

Darryll looked up to the balcony of one of the VIP sections at some random clueless guy that he didn’t even know and pointed to Evelyn discreetly - but purposely not discreetly enough - and nodded, pretending as though he were making sure he had the right person. He then turned back to her and said grimly, “I know we just met, Scrunchy, but you’re going to have to leave, sorry.” Darryll paused momentarily for effect, pretending as if he were contemplating an idea, then said, “Hmm… well, you really seem to like it here and being around me, so I tell you what, I’ll dance with you for a little bit and if you can prove to me that you know what you’re doing, then you can stay. BUT… if you’re just here to look beautiful and re-circulate air, then I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to bounce you out the door.” With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Darryll Woodcock held out an upturned hand toward Evelyn with the intention of leading the alluring Brazilian sex-bomb out onto the dance floor.

She supposed on some obscured level of debauchery, that they could wholeheartedly relate when it came to their morbid sense of humor. She found his general comments to be undoubtedly amusing, and though it often belittled her in a sense, or at least tried to, Evelyn was absolutely bubbling with giddiness. She had yet to meet a man quite like Darryll, and even if he was one that would indefinitely test her patience, she couldn't say she would find the overall challenge to be troublesome. She did happen to enjoy a challenge every now and then, after all. This certain gentleman was happening to give the Brazilian foreigner far more hope for the population of seemingly tasteless, boring American men that happened to frequent wherever she went. The regular bunch of blokes that often thought themselves good enough for her, were quickly growing unappetizing, sadly.

"Oh, don't you worry, doll. I hate myself equally as much," she taunted, knowing more than anything, that she really would have a hell of a time giving up her stilettos. She was far from obsessed when it came to shopping, but she was accustomed to dressing up whenever she could. Not to say she was opposed to lounging around in a pair of sweatpants, but more than not, she preferred to wear a pretty dress on most occasions. Who could blame her? Her extended amount of time in America thus far had quickly shed some light on the fact that some girls just didn't care about their appearances at all. Evelyn was far from that type. She took care of herself, from head to toe, knowing that in the long run it would pay off. After all, she did want to settle down with someone in the far future who would appreciate such a characteristic as much as she did.

Evelyn briefly glanced over his person when his phone rang, and she couldn't suppress the urge to arch a single brow upwards in mock curiosity. To say she had expected him to play the part of speaking about her, would be a lie. At first she looked adorably caught off-guard, but quickly her suspicions grew and only forced her to realize that he was trying yet again, to pull her chain. The young beauty had half a mind to hit him in the arm, but she kept her hands respectfully at her sides, making show of not listening to his conversation, when she truly was. Did he get as much amusement out of this situation, as she did? She had to only assume he did, due to the continual assault of his probing statements. If he was trying to gauge a reaction out of her, he would have to be a little more genuine when it came to his overall game and charm. If anything, right now, she was finding Darryll to be cute in the sense that he wasn't afraid of playing around, when most guys would be digging in their pockets for any cheesy line they could possibly think of. She was starting to like him. A lot.

When he called her Scrunchy, she quickly retaliated with another scrunch of her nose. If he assumed she didn't know how to dance, oh, how wrong was he. They practically breathed such an activity where she came from, and whenever her family had finished the day's work, they always celebrated with joyous music. Evelyn wouldn't brag, even if she did have every right to. The woman could move her hips like none other, yet she would allow Darryll to find out such a delicious talent for himself, in due time. "First things first," she began, pushing herself away from the bar she had been languidly lounging against. "You should definitely make up your mind when you're describing a woman. Either she is okay looking, or beautiful...don't mix the two," she said pointedly, her gaze finally falling onto his outstretched hand. She smiled then, teasingly dragging the tips of her manicured nails across his palm. "Secondly, if you plan on dancing with me...you must be able to keep up," Evelyn teased with a sultry grin. Her hand finally pressed completely to his, accepting his invitation.

What did she have to lose? Nothing. Anyway, she wanted to make the cocky athlete eat his own words.

Darryll found that he could learn a lot about a person just by how they responded to being wound up, more so than what one could glean about a new (or old) acquaintance through the usual “normal” boring conversations that “normal” boring people had. This went for both males and females. The first thing Darryll did when he met a new person - even before learning their name - was to find out if they were cool and someone he could have fun with or if they were an asshole or just ‘blah’ as far as personality. And the best and quickest way to find this out was to see how they responded to being busted on in a funny way. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his time on the humor-impaired.

Though over-the-top at times, none of Darryll’s humor was ever meant in a mean-spirited manner. Despite this, he was not at all afraid to crack on someone or laugh at another’s expense. It doesn’t matter if you are black, white, red, yellow, orange, ugly, good-looking, straight, gay, handicapped, a stranger, new acquaintance or his very own mother, this crafty knave was still going to bust on you the same way he would a good friend. Being spontaneous and unpredictable, Darryll was able to improvise on the fly and often acted on impulse. It was very hard to tell what Darryll was thinking much of the time and you definitely didn’t want to look away when this unpredictable, spontaneous risk-taker was around. He was the kind of guy that just for the fun of it, would sneak up behind the Devil himself, give old Beelzebub a big hefty kick in the ass, followed by a wrenching yank of his tail and then start laughing in his face about it all. Darryll’s nose for adventure often led him into trouble, yet somehow, he always - well, maybe not always - seemed to be able to get out of a pickle leading many observers to dub him extremely lucky or even charmed.

“Hey, it’s not MY fault some girls get better looking with the more alcohol I drink,” Darryll joked in his own defense when she admonished him about the proper way in which to describe a woman. The feeling of her nails grazing over the palm of his hand caused his skin to tingle with excitement. “Oh, don’t you worry about me keeping up, Scrunch. You just focus on trying not to step on my toes with those big ginormous feet of yours,” he retorted teasingly, casting a wary eye down at her cute and dainty, sexy stiletto-clad feet.

The six-one Monroe University rugby star smiled proudly as he and the Brazilian Princess snaked their way, hand in hand, through the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. The air was thick with the assorted smells of cologne and perfume, tobacco and cannabis, alcohol and vomit, all mixing in his nose along with a myriad of other unidentifiable odors. Patterns of colored light and brilliant lasers danced over the ravers, trippers and liquid poppers as the throng convulsed and swayed, hypnotized by the electronic break-beats, trance grooves and hip-hop remixes. Whether it was from the drink, the drugs, the music or all of the above, everyone seemed to be in a great party mood. Darryll, himself, was riding his own wave of positive energy from having chanced upon this feisty jeune fille tonight.

The deep bass thumped through the floor, moving up into his feet and shook his soul as it reverberated welcomingly throughout his body. After finding a good spot in the middle of the packed dance floor for himself and his partner, Darryll let go of Evelyn’s hand and immersed himself into the moment, allowing the music to take hold of his body and move him. While there was no danger of Darryll ever winning any dance offs, he was more than able to hold his own. Because of his athleticism from playing rugby, combined with his ability to improvise and not to mention his extensive experience fighting in the illegal fight clubs, Darryll possessed both remarkable rhythm and exceptional footwork which allowed his body to move fluidly and spontaneously on the dance floor. Nothing he did appeared at all forced or unnatural. As he began to move to the music, Darryll looked to the enchanting brunette in his company and was curious to see just how good a dancer she was. “Alright, Hotshot, now’s your chance to impress me. Lets see what you got… don’t be shy,” he taunted encouragingly.

The overall atmosphere of the nightclub was heavy, musky and crowded. She bumped into more than a handful of people whilst Darryll led her by the hand into the gyrating, flowing mass of bodies. She was happy, and a bit relieved to see that he had found a spot he was pleased with so soon. Least to say, she hadn't expected him to let loose so quickly, but it was certainly a treat for the senses. It was one thing to have his charm, but for him to also know how to dance? It was quite a passion of her's, and Evelyn was ecstatic to see that her newly found friend not only knew how to taunt her whilst making it amusing, but could also hold his own.

Her eyes trickled down his person slowly, taking in every movement he made, before he stopped and quickly made play to have her execute her little number. The only reaction he got from her was a quick flick of those passionately alight hazel irises, before hips that belonged on a goddess, began to move effortlessly. Her entire body leisurely followed suit, as if she was made of pure liquid. Arms were above her head, hands delicately twisting whilst she danced a circle about him. Daring to brush her curvaceous form against his own every now and then, taunting him like the temptress she naturally was. She matched the low throbbing of the bass perfectly, the gentle swivels accented with the occasional twist of sinuous legs. It was obvious that her dancing technique originated from salsa and samba, the two dances she was practically bred upon.

Evelyn gave in completely to the music, even if it wasn't exactly her cup of tea. When she was finished, and had gained quite the attention from those around her, she sashayed her way up towards Darryll, her back poised against his front casually. Without a word, she arched her spine and settled her neck against his shoulder, allowing for their eyes to meet. She kept the rhythm of her hips up, yet they had calmed significantly, merely rocking her body in a snake-like form. Did she care if she had impressed him or not? Truthfully, no. She had enjoyed herself, and such showed in the beautifully poised mask of elation she wore. The light sheen of sweat that now slicked across her mocha flesh, and that sinfully exotic twinkle her and only her gaze bore. "You're welcome," she said suddenly, flashing him a smile. "I made sure not to step on your toes with my gigantic feet."

Grooving to the beat, Darryll smiled as his dance partner began moving her hips and body to the beat and rhythm of the music. She certainly knew how to dance and the Monroe rugby jock was relieved to find that he had not led a cold fish out onto the dance floor. He was especially liking the way her curve-hugging dress accentuated the movements of her body as it suently echoed the energetic sway of her hips. The enchanting beauty just oozed with sex appeal - in the way she looked, the way she moved and the way she spoke. Darryll matched his movements with hers as they continued to dance. He couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one focused on the radiant beauty. All around them, both males and females were openly admiring the way she moved her body. In fact, she was beginning to draw a crowd as people jostled for position all around her. Soon though, all the bodies surrounding them became nothing more than a blur in a kaleidoscope of lights and sounds as Darryll’s attention fell solely on the captivating beauty dancing freely before him.

The curves of her body continued to roll and sway, undulating inveiglingly to the beat and rhythm of the music. Darryll definitely felt something stirring inside of him, no doubt the effects of the brunette’s charms. This chic was intelligent, funny, had a kicking body and could dance. What more could a guy ask for? Using his powers of extrapolation, Darryll deduced that if she was this good a dancer, then surely she was an amazing lover as well. She was a phenomenal dancer indeed, as evidenced by all the attention she was getting - both from him and from everyone around them. When she poised her back against his front, Darryll instinctively slid a hand around her waist to her flat stomach and pulled her in closer. His other hand meanwhile, found its way to the deltoid muscle of one of her arms and began massaging it gently. A thin film of perspiration gave her olive skin a torrid glow and the heat of her body added to his as he held her against his larger frame while they continued swaying to the music. “My toes send your humongous feet their sincerest thanks,” he said, looking into her dreamy hazel eyes. Without another word, the brazen Woodcock assertively turned Evelyn around so that they now faced each other.

Next, he took the bewitching brunette by the hand and pulled her close while his other hand discretely found its way to her stomach. He gave her a rakish grin along with a double waggle of his brow. Then without warning, he pushed her away while still holding onto her hand. Darryll twirled her once, then twirled her again in the reverse direction before finally pulling her back tight against his body just as before. As he held her close, Darryll placed a powerful arm around her waist with his hand at the small of her back. He then looked deeply into her smoldering orbs as if to say, “Trust me,” and placed her hand on his shoulder. Then, with a dashing air and the panache of an Argentinean Tango dancer, Darryll planted his front foot firmly and dipped the dazzling Brasileira with a flourish toward the floor, allowing her to straddle his front leg, bent at the knee for added support, while at the same time extending out his back leg for extra style and balance. While she held onto his nape, Darryll’s strong arm supported her slender frame, cradling her at the small of her back.

As he held her in the dipped position, his other hand found its way to her outer leg and slid down along the back of her bare thigh to the area just behind her knee. Darryll then pulled up her leg, bent at the knee, so that her inner thigh now rested snugly against his hip and held it there, causing the bottom of her short cocktail dress to slide back exposing more than what a modest girl would probably want to show. Still holding her this way in the dipped position with his muscular arms, Darryll bent over Evelyn’s lithe body, his face hovering just above her bosom, and placed his lips and nose lightly on the exposed skin of her chest, just above the top of her dress. The two of them struck a salacious pose indeed, causing more than a few looks to be cast in their direction. It was a bold move on Darryll’s part, even here in this raucous club in front of all these people, but that was the kind of unpredictable, spontaneous male he was.

With his lips and nose still just lightly resting on her soft skin, Darryll slowly brought his dance partner back upright while still holding her bent leg high against his hip. As he did so, he let his mouth slide lightly, deliberately and slowly to the base of her neck and then up to the sensitive area just below her ear. His lips and nose just barely grazing against her supple skin along the way. Darryll then eased her leg back down very slowly along his hip and outer thigh until she had both feet back on the floor with the hem of her dress properly aligned - more or less. His lips lingered next to her auricle as he deeply inhaled the rich sweet scent of her hair. With a finger, Darryll gently tucked a bit of her velvety chocolate strands behind her ear and breathed into it, “Well, you may not be able to dance too well, Scrunchy… but at least you smell good.” He took in her fragrant bouquet again and whispered once more. “Though, it looks like it’s going to be up to me to make your body shake and your legs quiver tonight,” he added in a sexually evocative tone.

She wasn't exactly sure where he had come from, considering the fact that before this particular evening, she had never spoken a single word to him and vice versa. She had been given the opportunity in getting glimpses of him every now and then on campus, but other than that, he was practically a rumor. However, such was dashed away without pause whilst she felt his hands begin to traverse down along her frame, which was so unabashedly snuggled up against his own. Evelyn could feel her heartbeat begin to race to unavoidable heights, whilst digits played across her arm, forcing goosebumps to align the length. She had had plenty of men indulge her in this type of affectionate desire, yet none had driven such a reaction out of her, so quickly. The young Brasilia figured it was due to his heavily weighted charm, humor and overall capability of simply...drawing her in. They clicked, whether both of them were aware of it or not. She was attracted to him like a moth to flame, such a claim seeming utterly ridiculous this early on in the game.

Whether Evelyn wished to admit this or not, it wasn't up to her. It was quite blatantly obvious in the way they moved together. Anyone who stopped to watch the duo could see the chemical reaction boiling and mixing off of them as if it were tangible matter. From the way she laughed, enlightened by his comment and soon gasping due to the rebellious change of position. If one could not take notice of this growing seedling of desire, then one had to be blind. The crowd was painfully aware of their attraction, even if they were not. It was exhilarating either way, and Evelyn was happily soaking in every second with Darryll.

The room was spinning around her in a flourish of multi-colored lights, it thrummed with the heavy bass of the music and settled firmly on her senses with a musky, heated presence. She was overwhelmed, yet her attention was solely on her partner. She never once took her vision off of him, and whilst she was spun around carelessly, she allowed herself to let go, enjoying the flutter of butterflies within her gut. He made her feel alive, if she could pick any term to describe the current elation running through her like a wildfire. Every shuddering breath and smidgen of skin touching skin electrified her until she was certain if he kept this up, she would be rendered into an utter mess of pleasure. A simple dance turned into an experience she truly would never forget, due to the fact that Evelyn would be the first to vouch for his talent of dancing. His form was strong, and the way he held her felt graceful, rather than assertive. Surely it helped with the fact that he was quite easy on the eyes, and the foreign scholar was absolutely smitten. Damn him for making her this way...

Anyone who knew her well enough, would know that she was definitely not a fan of having a weakness. It made her uncomfortable, for one reason or another.

And Darryll? He was quickly becoming a problem in that aspect.

Her world dwindled down to him holding her immeasurably close, whilst one sinuous leg of her's was kept tight to his side. She dared to tease the back of his neck with her nails, scratching tenderly at the flesh found there all the while he dragged his lips upon her bosom, up her collarbone and finally to her neck. A brief shudder wracked her frame and she sighed in delight, relishing beneath the attention. She had barely registered the fact that now both of her feet were planted on the ground, and did so only when his voice reverberated through her head, signaling for her to gently blink herself awake. She had been lost in a distant dream-like state, and finally, the environment hit her head on. She was aware of everything, specifically his hot breath coming out to gust across her neck with every muttered word. A laugh quickly exited her, and she turned her head, forcing their noses to brush and gazes to lock. "Aside from where it originated from, dare I say I'm growing quite fond of that nickname," she confessed with a taunting rise of a brow. Her tongue slipped out to grace the reddened suppleness of her lips, Evelyn obviously toying with his own patience. "You're confident in your ability of making my legs quiver, hm," she asked quietly, trickling her digits along the expanse of his chiseled jaw. Admiring his features, she shook her head, as if punishing him, "Who said I would give you the privilege of doing such, though, hm? May I remind you, you don't even know my name." Or...did he, already?

After all, she was oblivious to the buzz going around, solely revolving around her.

While her bewitching gaze held him captive under her spell, the feeling of Evelyn’s smoldering body pressed up against his torso stoked Darryll’s burning desire to impel her passions further. As they continued to dance, his arm remained around his partner’s slender waist keeping her body pressed up against his. Their hips moved slowly in unison as if to their own beat and rhythm, separate from those bouncing and swaying around them. Staring into the powerfully alluring eyes of the enchanting seductress before him, Darryll experienced the sensation of being in another dimension. Despite the pounding music, the scintillating light show and the throng of sweaty bodies heaving all around them, it was as if time had stood still. She had awakened his very soul, invigorating him with a compelling desire to continue his pursuit of the exotic Brazilian beauty. Her warm breath thrilled his skin as the whiskey tones of her sexy contralto voice wafted into his ear while the sight of her tongue peeking out between her succulent full lips heightened his excitement even more. “Oh, you like that nickname, do you? I guess my plan backfired then,” he replied with an impish smile.

Darryll continued to hold Evelyn close and smiled with assumption as her fingers played along his jaw, sending exhilarating currents of stimulating energy racing throughout his body. He looked into her shimmering hazel eyes and reached up to her forehead where he gently teased at her bangs. The dorsum of his fingers then trailed along the velvety tendrils that framed her beautiful face. Not stopping there, the back of his fingers continued down lightly along her cheek and jawbone as though he were sampling a swatch of fine silk or rich satin. Her skin felt so soft and so smooth, especially compared to the rough surface of his digits. Eventually, the tips of his fingers came to rest under her cute chin and remained there as his gaze once again fell upon her tantalizing lips. The fervor in his eyes was apparent as they flared with a glowing ardor. “Hmmm… you might have a point there, actually. And now that I think about it, I don’t think I could do it with YOU. Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, Scrunchy, but we’ve only just met and like you said, I don’t even know your name. What I mean to say is, without any references, how am I supposed know if you’re any good at sex? I mean, what am I supposed to do if you can’t handle me and are only able to last just two minutes in bed, or wherever, with me?” Darryll questioned.

“Hell, I’m not too sure if you even know how to KISS,” he rambled on facetiously giving her luscious plump lips a pretend skeptical look. “I really do wonder… if you can… kiss…” he trailed. With his finger still under her chin, Darryll unconsciously moistened his own lips lightly with his tongue and again looked into her eyes. Then, as if he were being controlled by some unseen force, Darryll slowly closed his eyes while at the same time leaning in just as slowly, his lips barely about to touch hers. Just as it seemed their mouths were about to meet, however, Darryll laggardly opened his eyes and pulled back slightly. His head tilted slightly to one side as he again looked thoughtfully at her soft countenance. “…Can you… kiss…?” he asked softly with a knowing look. With his finger still under her chin, Darryll tilted her face slightly upwards, closed his eyes once more and again leaned in slowly. Without anymore teasing, he pressed his own lips to hers. Once their mouths came in contact, Darryll increased the pressure just slightly, enough to lock them together in a light, tender kiss to begin with. He let out a sigh as he caressed her delectable lips with his own.

After some time, the tip of his tongue ventured past his lips and ran along those of the captivating minx. Darryll hadn’t intended on using his tongue during this first kiss, but he just couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. With their mouths pressed together, Darryll pulled Evelyn’s body tighter against his body while at the same time his hand slid from underneath her chin around to the back of her neck allowing him to kiss her with more force. His tongue pleasurably mingled with hers as it explored her oral cavity and the deeper and longer they kissed, the more Darryll felt himself becoming inflamed with passion. Up to this point in his life, he had never really been one for public displays of affection, but all the glimmering lights, pulsing music and nameless faces dancing in a frenzy all around them just added an extra dimension and energy to the kiss, amplifying an already highly stimulating experience. What began as a tender smooch, quickly built up into a more fervent and passionate buss. It was hard to tell exactly how long they remained locked in this powerfully prurient osculation as the rogue wolf of a male had by now lost all sense of time and space, finding himself currently immersed and disoriented in a wonderfully delirious blur of lust and desire, all a result of his vibrant interaction with this electrifying beauty.

The $10,000 bet was the furthest and last thing on Darryll’s mind. At least it was for the moment…

"Oh," she began in a smooth timbre, her eyes igniting with a playful lilt, "Was I suppose to be insulted by such a nickname? If so, I have to say...you should brush up on your skills." Though their words were considerably belittling and taunting, their movements were telling of an entirely different tale. Evelyn continued to roll and press back into him, feeling her skin ignite with every brief brushing of his own. Wherever he was present, she could feel her blood begin to boil in a considerably heady acceleration. This man was both unbelievably sexy, and quite adorable. The quirky teasing of her bangs forced her smile to grow, dimpling her right cheek in turn. The young woman couldn't quite understand just why she felt this elated, to be in his presence...yet, she merely settled for a simple answer. She was attracted to him, in more than one way. He seemed to ignite a spark within her that she had yet to even be aware of. There was something about his casual bout of chivalry and attitude, that gave her the most absurd amount of pleasure she could ever imagine.

His digits played across her face then, accentuating the delicate lines that made up her features. All the while, Evelyn quietly watched and relished in the admiration. Her heart was beginning to skip a wide variety of beats, forcing her breath to hitch whilst he finally eased his brief exploration, to only fill her ears with that melting tone of his voice. It was amusing, and she knew he was well aware of the sexual prowess she oozed. It came naturally, and as she had every right to boast about her skills when it came to praying tribute to a man's body, she would leave it up to him to decide. The only response he would be given was a simple, challenging raise of a brow. Did he truly doubt her this much? Or was Darryll this keen on playing up his card of jokers? One thing was leading to another, and Evelyn quickly picked up on the direction where he was pushing them towards.

Oh, was he smooth...

Now, would she have normally kissed him this soon? Not at all, in fact, she rarely gave someone this luxury. Only a few had truly bothered in coaxing her to kiss them, and when they had succeeded, they didn't leave disappointed. Evelyn was well-aware that he still didn't know her name, and even though she knew who he was, she hadn't asked what his name was either. In some sense, they were both guilty of this flaw. However, names were the last thing on her mind at this very moment. She could feel her breath growing nonexistent whilst he grew closer and closer, her lips parting just briefly in anticipation to feeling his mouth fastened upon her own. She could have very well pinched him for stopping when he was mere inches from her, but luckily for his own sake, he doted upon her the tender caress. He just felt so...nice against her.

At the first sign of a probing tongue, Evelyn was beyond pulling away and quickly welcomed it inside. Quickly it was met with another wet, sodden muscle, which curled and teased, tasting him completely. The world around her seemed to blur at the edges until she could no longer sense anyone else, other than Darryll. Growing fixated upon his flavor, she didn't hesitate to push her body flush against his, digits playing across his shoulders for now until they crawled up towards his neck. There, she gently stroked and cursed her nails across the flesh found, a tender whimper of desire and mounting passion reverberating through her throat. She wanted him, so fucking badly right now. No one had dared to conjure out such a fire, and Evelyn was more than certain that it wouldn't be snuffed out anytime soon. Lips were working in unison, and thick lashes had long since fluttered to a heavy draping of closure, a tender expression of contentment plastered across her beautiful face. It felt far too natural, and greedy for once, she didn't stop until her lungs were screaming with the need for oxygen.

She pulled away, yet their mouths continued to brush. Gazing towards him through heavy lids, she sunk her teeth into the pliable petal of his bottom lip and tugged, the motion soon soothed with a slick suckling. Evelyn savored his taste and her forehead settled against his own, all the while she smiled in favor of being elated to the extent of feeling as if she were floating. "So, do you approve," she asked in a whisper.

Whether it was cracking heads on the rugby pitch alongside his mates, trading blows with a fearsome foe in one of the illegal underground fight clubs located around town, or kissing a hottie in the middle of a packed dance floor at a trendy club, Darryll was exclusively attentive to whom he was with and what they were doing. He was invariably focused on experiencing the “here and now” - the only living, breathing, pulsing moment that ever really existed. And for Darryll, the “here and now” consisted solely of this fine Brazilian woman he was holding against his body and kissing. She was definitely all woman. And women, like whiskey blends, had individual characters. Some were smooth and polished in their manners, but may have been short of character. Then there were others that had strength, but lacked any lasting presence. But like a characterful whisky blend, a woman should be interesting to get to know. If everything was divulged at once, then there was nothing further to be revealed. However, if a man felt that there was more to discover in a woman, then he would want to explore his acquaintance further.

His first “sip” of the exquisite Brazilian beauty had left Darryll with an overwhelming curiosity to discover more and a compelling desire to free the depths of her passions. Her deep “taste” unfolded in her personality, revealing a myriad of flavors in several waves: first, there was an impression of spicy sharpness followed by a sweetness that was distinctly tart, then fruity foreground flavors eventually gave way to a silky richness which gave promise of more exciting things to come. After some time, their lips finally parted. While still savoring the taste of her saliva on his lips and tongue, Darryll emitted a slight giggle when she continued to snack on his lower lip. With their foreheads resting upon each other, he could feel the incredible amount of sexual power emanating from her being. And while he could feel her energy seeping into his pores, Darryll, who himself possessed a strong sexual drive, could feel his own sexual energy along with its attendant lustful cravings and concupiscent desires radiating outwards, having been awakened by the sultry vixen’s wiles.

When she pulled herself away from his bottom lip, Darryll was left heaving and wanting for more. It was only when their lips had separated did he notice his increased pulse. Further evidence of his sexual arousal was the enlarging thick bulge in his trousers which Evelyn no doubt could feel, being as how their bodies were pressed up against each other. What exactly was she doing to him? It was a very rare occurrence for the Mighty Woodcock to run into a woman who was able to ignite his passions as this one had done. And while it was obvious what Darryll was thinking and feeling right now, one needn’t to have been psychic to figure out what was on her mind either. Darryll knew. He knew because as he looked into her eyes, He could see and feel what she was feeling. “Mmm… not bad, not bad…” Darryll said of the kiss. “Not as good as my eight o’clock, but still, not a bad effort at all. I’m sure with more practice, you’ll get the hang of it eventually… hopefully.” As per usual, Darryll’s tone was playfully and teasingly cocky. He was lying, obviously. He hadn’t kissed anyone earlier tonight. And the spicy Brazilian firecracker kissed like the goddess Venus, herself. The kiss had been nothing short of amazing. He just couldn’t help goofing on her yet again.

In his mind, their time here at Club Taboo was just an appetizer with the main course yet to come. And if the quality of their time spent together thus far was any indication, then the two of them were in for a bountiful feast of fun and pleasure. Being a man of action and always looking to make fun and exciting things happen, Darryll decided it was time to move things on to the next level. “Look, I gotta kick you out anyway for not knowing how to dance, Scrunchers, so why don’t you and I just blow this taco stand together and head back to my place where you can continue to try and seduce me with your scrunchy ways,” he suggested, as if she hadn’t already, without a doubt, successfully seduced him. “And who knows, I might even give you some advanced kissing lessons. You know, to help you be better prepared in the future for when you run into that next irresistible guy,” he added with a sly smile. Monroe University’s resident cocky devil then leaned in close and whispered, “That is, if you play your cards right… Evelyn” Darryll pressed his lips lightly on her cheek right next to her ear and a tiny, yet distinctly audible soft “popping” sound could be heard when his lips left her skin.

Now, to say that she was keen on being swept off of her feet by random men who just so happened to attend the same University as her, would be a lie. In fact, Evelyn couldn't quite say she was accustomed to being this utterly infatuated with another so quickly at all. She had had her fair share of one-night stands which eventually led to the chosen courters wanting more, and evidently leaving her to wanting them to simply disappear. They had been promising in the beginning, however, the ending result was far from pleasant to the senses. Would Mr. Woodcock be the same case? She hoped not, because he was sounding...feeling, and tasting like an entirely new dose of adventure. Evelyn was hoping that this mounting evening of splendor wouldn't end at the twenty four hour mark, considering that he was quite a joy to be around overall. Yes, he was currently packing heat boldly against her thigh, being this close to her...and yes, she was blissfully flushed from head to toe and wanting him to take complete and utter advantage of her. However, she was well aware that they seemed to get along either way, on a more...platonic basis. That was rare, at least in the instance that she was horribly attracted to him on top of it. He seemed like the perfectly packaged deal.

His words forced a breathy huff to escape her, quickly partnered with a playful roll of the eyes. He just didn't give up, did he? Evelyn merely brushed it aside, having been content with keeping herself immeasurably close to him. "Well...you know what they say, practice makes perfect. I can only dream of being able to fulfill your standards," she mused tauntingly, dropping her eyes to his chest. Her hand had fallen, palm now pressed to the middle of his pectorals. There, she inched her nails curiously across the soft material of his shirt, enjoying the way his muscles tensed up beneath her touch. In fact, she had long since noticed that she enjoyed getting any type of response from him. That slight giggle that had left him was considerably adorable, and of course the more obvious of answers to her little bouts of teasing, too. To put it bluntly, she found him irresistible.

A flash of surprise crossed her pretty features the moment he began on his tangent of having to kick her out. Only, it wasn't just going to be her that would leave this lovely establishment. A shapely brow raised when he brought about the possibility of them taking this blossoming rendezvous elsewhere. Was she against it? Not at all. In fact, a morsel of her had been hoping he would offer her such a compromising position. Once again he didn't fail in tickling her funny bone, forcing a soft laugh to escape her before she was rendered breathless. Such, was due to his whisper...which in turn forced goosebumps to begin spreading across her flesh like wildfire. She tensed briefly, lashes fluttering in arousal and shock. So, he knew her name? Immediately Evelyn turned her head to gaze towards him in wonder, obviously having not expected such information to leave his oh so tempting mouth. "Should I be considered as to how you know my name," she asked, pulling away from him just so. Then, she smirked, "Come to think of it...it's you who should be concerned, Darryll. I'm not just any woman you meet at your local, over-populated nightclub. You should definitely try to prepare yourself." She wasn't the every day, run-of-the-mill piece of candy found late at night, wanting to be picked up. She was everything but. Evelyn had the talent of forcing any man who had been able to touch her, into growing addicted, as if she were her own aphrodisiac. She was certainly not a force to be reckoned with.

At the moment, though, she was as sweet as sugar. Smiling towards him and lightly tugging at the waistband of his trousers, "To be honest...I was never good at card games, anyway."

“Well that makes two of us. I also can only dream of you being able to fulfill my standards,” Darryll joked back playfully in response to her own teasing, sarcastic reply. There was a noticeable hitch in his breath though when she placed her hand upon his chest and her fingers began crawling along the fabric of his shirt causing his pec muscles to flex involuntarily. Darryll once again found himself asking, what was she doing to him? The feelings she was eliciting from his being were just as indescribable as they were incredible. He was somewhat astonished by how easily the captivating seductress was able to affect him so. However, while Darryll was definitely enjoying the spirited reindeer games he and Evelyn were currently engaged in at the moment, he couldn’t help but feel a wee bit uneasy about the other, more nefarious game he was playing on the side. Toying with another person’s emotions was a dangerous game indeed. The $10,000 wager he had with his friend as to who could fuck this new chic first, had Darryll venturing into the treacherous waters of lies, dishonesty, and deceit. The crazy thing about it all, however, was that Darryll wouldn’t have acted any differently or said anything differently even if there had never been a bet with his friend to begin with.

Had he run into Evelyn tonight - or at any other time for that matter - without any associated bets, wagers or dares, things would have likely played out the exact same way up to this point, especially given Darryll’s usual modus operandi. The chemistry the two of them had devekoped together just seemed too natural to think otherwise. This was who he was and this was the way he would normally act when meeting any girl he was interested in. He no longer even cared about the money at this point. The only thing he knew was that even though he had only known her for less than an hour, he really genuinely liked this invigorating Brazilian bombshell and on an even deeper level than what the vaunted gasconade would admit. Darryll kept telling himself not to worry about the wager. As long as Evelyn didn’t find out about it, everything would be fine. He knew his friend wasn’t going to tell anybody. It had just been between the two of them and no one else knew about their little 10K bet. But even still, that very fact did little to assuage Darryll’s guilty conscious. His tranquil outward appearances however, gave no indication of the reprehensible and iniquitously amoral deed he was propagating as he gazed amicably into Evelyn’s soft bistre eyes.

Darryll gave her a sly smile and a knowing wink when she asked if she should be concerned about how he knew her name. His eyes lit up with delight as she went on to tell him that it was HE who should be concerned and that she wasn’t just any average woman and further, that he had better make ready. This sassy, feisty minx was exactly the kind of woman who got his engine revved up into high gear. “Mmm… maybe I should be calling you ‘Evil Lyn’ instead,” he propounded. Despite being geeked with excitement, Darryll remained calm, composed and was as cool as the other side of the pillow, even as she tugged at the waistband of his trousers. He returned her sweet smile with a saccharin smile of his own before pulling the irresistible pixie in for another deep kiss. While it didn’t last quite as long as their first, it was still just as passionate. “Don’t worry, Evil… I’m sure we’ll be able to find an easier game you might be better at,” Darryll teased when their lips parted. “So are you ready to go, or do you need more time to prepare yourself?” he added, letting his fingers play along the top edge of her dress where it ended on her chest.

It was one thing to find someone she was this hopelessly attracted to, and an entirely other thing when this certain someone was able to connect with her this quickly, on this high of a level. Evelyn sure as hell hadn't expected for this type of an outcome this evening. For all she had assumed, her night would have consisted of a handful of drinks, a pleasantly buzzed mindset, perhaps a few dances and a whole hell of a lot of trashy conversation with her girls. However, she only consisted of the first three right now, which...she didn't mind. It was a large improvement, as her body truly was fitted quite nicely against Darryll's, her hips sinking just right against him, whilst her bosom was nestled temptingly against his broadened chest. He could have very well kept his hands to himself and she would be just as happy, yet, he seemed keen on getting his fill of her.

Something about him seemed too good to be true, though.

Evelyn always tried to have a stable, structured view on people, especially those who caught her interest as vividly as this man did. He was everything she could possibly ask for, so what was the catch? Was he some closet nymphomaniac? Some obsessive, infatuated twit who would threaten to never let her go? Or was he just a complete asshole, and simply working his charm for all it was worth, to score such a dime like herself? She didn't want to believe any of those were related to Darryll, and frankly, she seriously doubted he would ever turn out to be such a catastrophe. He wasn't afraid to give her a little push and shove with his taunting comments, and thus, Evelyn figured that was as deep as his 'asshole' persona went. Or, at least...she hoped it was. Men were good at hiding things, just as women were. People were breathing bundles of absolute bullshit.

Now, if she had known all about this above average wager that he had made with his friend? She would have more than likely soaked his shirt in her martini, gone up one side of him and down the other, then left him in the dust. She didn't have the time to waste on people who acted when driven by ulterior motives. She hated liars, despised them...especially when such a liar turned out to be someone she was genuinely interested in. For his sake, and her own, fate could only hope to keep such a crippling dose of information away from Evelyn. Because surely, it would break her little heart in two. She did like him, after all...more than she would enjoy to admit.

His kisses were growing too addicting, too fast, and she gave a playful whine of disappointment when he pulled away from her. However, she knew there was a lot more where that had come from. She had the choice of ripping herself away from him to leave for a brief moment, tell her friends she was leaving...chance the threat of them asking her a million and one questions before they let her out of their grip. Or, she could simply call them later on in the evening...shoot them a text, inform them of her dismissal and not dislodge herself from his side at all. Evelyn opted for the latter and kept herself comfortably pinned to him, licking at her lips in brief musing. "I'm ready," she confessed, nipping playfully at his teasing digits. "Are you ready," she asked tauntingly, making play of her draw on him as she turned around, swept that supple ass of her's across his lap and began sauntering her way towards the exit. Tonight had surely turned around for the better, and while she gave him a promising glance from over her bare shoulder, she knew he would be obligated to think the exact same.

Darryll was unable to stifle the delighted smile stretching across his face as he watched Evelyn saunter ahead of him after rubbing her hot ass against his crotch. She was such a cheeky sprite the way she teased him with that gorgeous rump of hers and Darryll was chomping at the bit to tap that beautiful Brazilian butt. The ride back from the club didn’t take very long. They had continued with their playful sexy flirty banter all the way up to his dormitory building and now found themselves in the lobby waiting for the elevator to come down. As he stood there next to Evelyn, Darryll smiled to himself as the events that had led up to this point ran through his mind. He thought back to their kissing on the dance floor and as cliché as it would be, Darryll bet himself he could top those kisses when the two of them got into the elevator. He licked his chops in anticipation, but when he looked up at the indicator, he saw that the elevator seemed to be stuck on the sixth floor. Probably some students messing around with it again. His room was on the fourth floor so it was only three flights up. “Looks like were going to have to take the long way up, Scrunchy,” he told her.

However, instead of having Evelyn follow him up the stairs in her heels, Darryll squatted down, wrapped a powerful arm around her thighs and hoisted her up over his shoulder - barbarian style. With her ass poi9nted up in the air and her sexy stiletto-clad feet dangling before him like a carrot hanging from a string on a stick in front of a donkey, Darryll made his way up the stairs. Soon enough, they were on his floor. Still carrying his prize over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes - albeit, a feather-light and less lumpy sack of potatoes, the ever-audacious Darryll Woodcock strutted his way down the hall to his room and let himself and his companion in. Luckily, his roommate had gone out of town with some friends on a road trip somewhere. Once inside, Darryll gently set Evelyn back down on her heels in front of a full length mirror. “Don’t move,” he ordered her as he made his way over to his laptop and began searching his music files for one of his pre-made play lists. Once he found the one he wanted, he quickly loaded it up and started it. Soon, the Bose 5.1 surround sound stereo system which was hooked up to his computer began playing the perfect mix for their little two person after hours party.

After lowering the volume a bit, Darryll turned his flexible desk lamp to face up against the wall so as to temper its harsh luminescence and give the room a softer, dimmer, more subdued glow. It wasn’t exactly candlelight, but it would do. Darryll then made his way back over to Evelyn and sidled up behind her with the two of them facing the mirror. He slid an arm around her waist letting his hand come to rest on her flat stomach then pulled her flush against his body and began massaging her bare shoulder with the other. As he did so, he leaned in close to once again take in the now very familiar sweet fragrance of the sexy angel’s luscious rich dark hair. Her scent was like a drug to him - exhilarating, intoxicating and addicting. Eventually, his mouth found its way to her neck and began to slowly migrate lightly up and down its length, letting his lips and tongue play along her supple skin. During this time, Darryll’s hands deftly and quietly went to work unfastening Evelyn’s little black dress. His expert hands then brazenly removed her chic attire and carefully laid the expensive garment over the back of a nearby chair. After quickly removing his shirt, Darryll turned his attention back to Evelyn.

The dashing Woodcock took a moment to view the captivating brunette’s beautiful body through the mirror and marveled at her perfectly proportioned figure which was now clad in just her sexy panties and black stilettos. Gazing into the sultry vixen’s stunning hazel eyes via the mirror, Darryll smiled iniquitously and wondered if Evelyn had any idea what she was in for tonight. Oh, the things he was going to do to her. “Mmm… nice panties…” a shirtless Darryll remarked as he stood behind her, sliding his arms underneath her arms and around her sides, once again letting his hands come to rest to her bare stomach and pulling her against his muscular, athletic body. “I think my grandma has some just like those,” he added teasingly. One hand then slowly moved up to cup one of Evelyn’s wondrous full pert breasts. He began gently fondling it while at the same time kissing along her neck and shoulder as before. While Darryll gently massaged her dumpling mound with one hand, his other hand migrated down from her stomach to the triangle between her legs where he lewdly ran his fingers over the front of her panties.

By now, his throbbing manhood strained within his trousers and pressed up conspicuously against Evelyn’s backside. Every once in a while, Darryll would gaze up at the mirror before them to look into the bewitching Brazilian’s eyes and watch her expression as he carried on with his doings. Using his best Hollywood film noir voice, he whispered into her ear, “Would that I were an octopus that I could better explore your body with my many tentacles, my little plaything.” Darryll then slowly moved his body lower and around, planting butterfly kisses down along her back and flank, letting his hands slide down along Evelyn’s sizzling body until he was on one knee in front of her with his back now towards the mirror. His hands roamed up and down the length of her outer and inner thighs, massaging her hamstrings, gripping her ass and stroking the back of her knees as he pressed his lips and mouth to her lower torso. He proceeded to softly kiss and lightly trail his tongue all over her stomach, hips and pelvis.

At one point, Darryll pressed his nose and mouth up against her humid crotch and deeply inhaled Evelyn’s womanly fragrance through the thin fabric of her panties. Her musky feminine scent drove him wild with lust and desire. So much so, that the impetuous devil shamelessly pushed his face up against Evelyn’s pubic mound even more vigorously. So keen was Darryll to taste and breathe in her sex that he lifted the Brazilian sex-bomb a good one foot off the floor with just his face alone as he eagerly sucked in the wonderful aroma of her pussy through his nose and mouth. Regaining control of his animalistic urges - at least for now, the red-blooded wolf of a male set the alluring beauty back down on her feet and stood up, savoring her smell and anticipating the pleasure he would both give to and extract from this tasty South American morsel tonight. “If you’re ready for your first kissing lesson, let’s step into my office,” he told her with a devilish smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes as he took her by the hand and led her over to his bed.

She wasn't quite sure why, or how she had come to get herself into this lovely rendezvous this evening. If to her dismay, it didn't last more than tonight, Evelyn was well aware of the chance that they would now manage to bump into one another on campus. Life was spiteful that way. Before, she would have never noticed him in a crowded room, yet now, being this hopelessly attracted to him, he would be all she saw. Nonetheless, her gut was telling her that she had nothing to worry about. There was something about this ruggedly dashing, teasing brute that managed to mend with her own striking personality like strawberries and cream. Her thoughts were few and far between in the present, though, having now realized that she must have been in his dorm, yet she was gazing towards herself. She looked flushed, as she certainly felt it, and the length of the mirror seemed to accentuate the situation even more. It was only when music filtered through the deafening atmosphere and sultry lighting was added, was Evelyn aware that there was no turning back. Frankly, with his arm wrapped tightly about her waist and his tepid breath flowing out across the bared flesh of her shoulder, she wanted time to stand still. Long lashes fluttered in delight, whilst her spine arched just so, pushing perked breasts further forward.

He was careful with her, and she appreciated such. Noting how thoughtful he was to not simply drop her dress upon the ground. That was the least of her concerns now, as her vision was gifted with the luscious sight of his shirtless form. By Gods, was he perfection. The Brazilian sexpot could feel her mouth begin to water in hunger, her heart thumping along a mismatched tempo which only rose the pressure of her blood all the more. If he didn't touch her soon, she was going to pounce and sink her teeth within her prey. He obliged nonetheless, muscles tensing beneath the flawlessly caramel flesh of her tummy. His comment about her choice in underwear and seeming to share some fashion sense with his grandmother forced her vision to drop, taking in just what she had worn. They were tiny, black and covered in lace. From the highly appraised thin straps that settled below her shapely hips, to the way the soft material left much to reveal on her backside, caressing her cheeks subtly. "Your grandmother has fabulous taste," she commented in a sultry tone, her voice soon enough cut off with a soft moan. He was driving her up a wall, her form melding itself against his palms without hesitation, working against his fingers eagerly, needing friction. If he kept this up...her knees would give out and she'd fall.

The sensation of having his hardened member digging into her from behind, to that impressive voice-over had her smiling brightly, her cheeks dimpling in amusement. He was gone the next instant, forcing Evelyn to open her eyes and wonder where he had-- ohhhh. Gazing down towards the rugby player, she dug her fingers within his hair and affectionately slid them back to rub at his neck gently. She hadn't expected the bout of feverish desire on his part, and so when he all but drove his face upwards in between her thighs, she couldn't help but yelp out. Her limbs shuddered and she reached outward, pressing sprawled fingertips against the cold surface of the mirror in front of her. "Fuck," she breathed out, feeling herself begin to throb insistently whilst he breathed her feminine aroma in. It was a known weakness amongst her past lovers, that her ultimate addiction was to have a voracious man settled in between her splayed legs, trying to devour her from the inside out with his mouth. She was given the strong impression that Darryll would give her exactly what she loved, and much more.

He happened to pull away though, sending a small whimper of disappointment through her throat. She knew with this pronounced change of atmosphere, they would be able to explore much more upon the comfortable contents of a bed. A single brow rose whilst digits interlaced and she followed him, the sharp clicks of her stilettos echoing out. "A mattress within your office," she inquired playfully, looking towards him from the corner of her eyes. "I wasn't aware that men of your stature would have such an...accessory. Especially in such a business-oriented environment," she quipped, biting down into her plump bottom lip to suppress her childish giggle.

“What can I say, fabulous taste runs in my family,” Darryll said with a wink. He guided her onto his bed and motioned for her to lay down, stilettos and all. “Yeah, well… pimpin’ ain’t easy in any environment, but someone’s gotta do it,” he replied jokingly without skipping a beat. The six-one Woodcock then took a seat on the edge of the bed next to her. For a few moments, his eyes roved appreciatively over the curves and contours of Evelyn’s gorgeous figure as she lay there before him. Giving her a sly smile, Darryll reached down, opened the mini refrigerator by his bed which doubled as a nightstand and pulled out a small bowl of strawberries. Placing the container of juicy, plump ripened morsels on the nightstand/mini-fridge, he next picked out the biggest one of the bunch and removed the stem. As he gazed into her eyes, Darryll held the large berry up to his own nose and inhaled it’s fruity fragrance. He then playfully put the tip of the strawberry to Evelyn’s forehead and slid it slowly and lightly along her skin between her alluring eyes, continuing down ever so slowly over the bridge of her nose and held it under her nostrils momentarily before continuing across her lips and down to her chin.

Guided by Darryll’s hand, the tip of the strawberry traveled onward down to Evelyn’s bosom. Next, he traced shortening concentric circles around one of her breasts until the tip of the strawberry reached her nipple, teasing it and causing it to pebble. Darryll then trailed it lightly back up her neck, past her chin and over her pillowy soft lips where he pressed the strawberry to her mouth to feed her. As she opened her mouth to take a bite of the big juicy strawberry, however, Darryll pulled it back teasingly and let out an evil giggle. Psyche! Smiling fiendishly at the comely brunette lying below him, he then placed the large strawberry between his teeth and slowly leaned in to give Evelyn a strawberry kiss. With the ripe red berry halfway in his mouth and halfway in hers, Darryll bit into it, releasing a juicy wave of tart sweetness. With their lips pressed together, he kissed her deeply while mashing the strawberry in their mouths into smaller chunks. The more passionately they kissed, the more the sweet juices flowed. Darryll’s tongue explored Evelyn’s mouth while also competing with her own tongue for each chunk and drop of juicy strawberry goodness.

The aroma, texture and taste of the strawberry, as well as the audible slurping and smacking, served to enhance and enliven the experience of the kiss even more. Things soon began to get a little sloppy as strawberry juice began trickling out from their lips, down along Evelyn’s jaw line and onto her neck. Darryll did his best to catch every drop, but he could only do so much as his lips, mouth and tongue wrestled with hers. If anyone had been in the room watching them right now, they would have gawked at the spectacle. As they continued kissing, Darryll moved one hand up to her scalp and tunneled his fingers through Evelyn’s thick soft hair while his other hand found its way to one of her breasts and fondled it tenderly, letting his fingers play over her taut nipple. His mouth eventually pulled away from hers and kissed its way down her neck continuing over her bare chest until it found its way to her unoccupied breast. Darryll’s tongue slid over her nipple, flicking and massaging it to hardness. Covering the sensitive bud with his lips, he then proceeded to gently suck on her breast like a baby while continuing to massage her other breast with his hand.

At the same time, Darryll’s other hand traveled from the recesses of her hair down to her stomach and further still to her mons pubis, massaging it through her panties. He could feel the humid warmth emanating from her private parts as he continued to suckle from her breast. After some time, his mouth migrated down to her stomach, planting kisses on her velvety soft mocha skin along the way as well as tasting her with his tongue. All the while, his hands roamed over her searing hot body doing their own explorations. Darryll kissed and ran his tongue along her flat stomach and around her belly button as he continued lower and lower past her waist towards her pelvic area. At the same time, he smoothly removed her lacy black panties and cast them aside. By night’s end, Darryll would intimately get to know every curve, nook and cranny of the enticing brunette’s wondrous body. He soon found his face between Evelyn’s creamy thighs and once again, he pressed his nose and mouth against her pubic mound -sans panties -and once again inhaled the musky scent of her womanhood. It was a struggle just to keep from selfishly ravaging her body this very instant. But that was for later, not just yet. Right now, it was time for the “Official Royal Pie Taster” to get to work…

"Mm...indeed it does. You did bring me home after all," she retorted with a mischievous wink. Though she was logically modest, she was keen on realizing just what a catch she in fact was. She had long since realized that most women were far from being as endowed as she was. Most women lacked the magnetism she obtained, sense of humor and capability of throwing back any bit of insult that was tossed her way. Evelyn was one of a kind, and though most that knew her were blinded by their own covetousness, she tried her very best to ignore the false claims settled against her. When it came down to it, she was far from ignorant and wouldn't dare belittle herself in the sense of not coming off as a cocky bitch. Let them think what they wanted, she had every reason to flaunt what her mother had gifted her with. Even so, she was more than aware that Darryll had chosen her for a significant reason. To entice this man to the point where he was currently gracing her body with the soft, fuzzy prickle of a fresh strawberry? She had to of done something right, and whatever that something was, she hoped it wouldn't go away. Evelyn was a sucker for his attention, and if she was given the chance, she would happily lay here and be admired by him for as long as he wished.

A supple, appreciative moan left her the moment he began teasing her nipple to a hardened state, and while her spine arched and she pushed her chest up towards the source of resistance, she didn't dare move anything else. She was curious as to what he had planned, and finding her senses currently on overload of this sexual, sweet scent of fruit, of course she tried to bite into the morsel. It was afterward, when she was washed with the feeling of disappointment and amusement, did he finally give her what she wanted. Evelyn had come to the conclusion the very moment he had pressed his mouth to her own when they were at the club, that she adored kissing him. The way his lips meshed to her's, his tongue stroking and yet fighting for dominance, sending a rush of tart juice across her taste buds. The young woman was an absolute mess beneath him, digging her fingertips into the broad expanse of his shoulders, keening on the point of keeping him as physically close to her as humanly possible. She was certain her skin would be sticky with the consistent seeping of the strawberry's sap, yet she didn't care. That was the least of her worries, as she hadn't any to begin with. It was difficult to hold herself back, and finally giving up, she let out a barrage of whimpers, his touch far too talented.

The way he palmed her breasts, suckled on the susceptible sakura bud and rose a fury of arousal within the bowels of her body was magnificent. No one had dared to conjure up such an extreme rejoinder, as Evelyn fought to keep herself grounded. Yet, part of her won out and she grasped gingerly upon the back of his neck, urging him further down towards the source of her irate throbbing. She was wet, warm and eager down there between her thighs, the continuous thrumming of her heartbeat driving her mad. Even if she wanted him to quickly narrow his attention on the peak of her sensitivity, she hadn't it in her heart to ruin this torturously slow process of finally being gifted this elusive claim that this man was an absolute fiend when given a delectable treat. Before she could prepare herself, his face was buried against her and she gasped, flinching beneath his shameless display of soaking in her scent. "Fuck," she breathed out, unable to actually find any other coherent word to say. Darryll did a good job of that, making her mind go blank and body grow rigid with anticipation. She just wanted him to fucking devour her, and she was given all the proof to know, that he would. After all, she was nude on his bed in a pair of skimpy stilettos. What kind of man could resist such a sight?

Darryll lowered his head and went to work. He was no stranger to administering the pleasures of cunnilingus and prided himself in being able to give women screaming, toe-curling orgasms with just his ‘South Of The Border’ lingual skills alone. Darryll pressed his mouth to the soft mound of flesh between Evelyn’s legs and began kissing up and down her velvety, puffy outer lips. She was so exquisitely smooth. He licked upward in one long stroke along the length of her slit stopping just short of her clitoris and repeated it a second and then a third time. Using his fingers to pull up her outer labia, Darryll nestled his face against her womanhood, letting his tongue find her clit to gently massage the sensitive nub, gliding slowly back and forth over it. He used both the tip and the flat part of his tongue to swirl circles over, under, and around her swollen sex button. Pausing momentarily, Darryll raised his head, looked up into Evelyn’s dreamy bedroom eyes and said with a wicked smirk, “Mmm… you taste good, baby. Your pussy is gorgeous.”

Going back to work, Darryll licked and sucked, alternating his strokes between vertical and horizontal, as well as swirling his tongue clockwise and counter-clockwise while also alternating the pressure and tempo as he went about determining which of his techniques she liked best. While he administered his oral tricks, Darryll observed Evelyn’s reactions to his different oral methods, paying attention to the sounds of her moaning, her breathing, the movement of her body as well as looking up occasionally to check out the expression on her face, taking note of what gave her the most pleasure. Knowing the clitoris was such a sensitive spot, Darryll understood finding the right amount of pressure for the woman he was with was key and that it definitely varied from girl to girl. Too much pressure was painful, and too little was a waste of time. Eventually, Darryll went to his foolproof move, putting his lips around the bean that was Evelyn’s clitoris and moved it in and out of his mouth with a soft sucking motion, while simultaneously using his tongue to stimulate it directly.

He continued in this manner for a while as he hummed and moaned, both because he was enjoying himself and also to make his mouth vibrate against her moistened box so as to add to the delight of his licking and sucking on her clit. Possessed by an ardeur unmatched by any other, Darryll carried on, letting his lips, tongue and mouth dance over her clit and the soft fleshy lips of her womanhood while his hands roamed freely over his lover’s searing body. He squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples while also massaging her ass and thighs. Taking a brief break, he rested his head against her inner thigh, pursed his lips and blew a gentle cool jet of air onto her moistened petals. She did have a pretty pussy indeed. He then pressed his mouth to her womanhood once again with his tongue on her swollen clit, keeping the pressure and pace steady according to how he had observed she was liking it. Darryll was completely absorbed by Evelyn and totally focused on giving her as much pleasure as he could.

The more time he spent south-of-the-border, the more ravenous he became. So much so, that at one point, Darryll took hold of Evelyn’s hips with both hands and gripping her tightly, he firmly pushed his face into her, sucking, licking, grunting, nuzzling and hungrily devouring her. It was easy to tell that Darryll was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was as happy as a pig in mud right now. After a while of administering his oral skills, Darryll’s mouth moved down to the upper part of her inner thigh where he proceeded to kiss, suck and bite her smooth café au lait skin, eventually leaving a small hickey in the shape of a heart - his signature mark. Afterward, he pulled back slightly, wearing a somewhat satisfied smile on his face. Still holding onto her hips, Darryll then pressed his face to Evelyn’s belly and blew into it playfully, giving her a loud wet raspberry. He then kissed his way slowly up her body from her stomach, between her breasts and back up to her neck.

“So tell me, Scrunchy... I’m just curious… What’s it like to be with such a sexy cool guy such as myself?,” Darryll asked her as he continued to kiss and nuzzle Evelyn’s neck.

She could only vouch for experiencing the joy of oral sex a few times, and even then, Evelyn knew they would fail in holding any skill compared to Darryll. Perhaps it was the way he seemed just so...taken, with the idea of eating her out, that made it that much more pleasurable. Then again, he had already swept her off of her feet and thus, to know he wanted to play her up with his tongue was pretty much the icing on the cake. Nothing could prepare her for the sensations that wracked her susceptible form the moment he pressed into her mound, forcing a rather loud gasp to elicit from the eager woman. Gods, if she was acting this way within the first few moments of him tending to her sex, she could only imagine what she'd be acting like a minute down the line. Opting to find out for herself, she stretched her arms above her head in attempt of finding something stable to hold onto. Fingers quickly dug themselves into his pillows, while her eyes never once, left him. She gazed down to his handsome face, cooing out whilst he effortlessly made her drip and thoroughly coat his determined, sodden muscle. "Oh, do I," she asked breathlessly, her chest having long since beginning to heave in exertion of her mounting inhalation. "Nngh...I'm glad you think so," Evelyn whispered, her words breaking into a moan.

It was endearing, to feel him try his damnedest to discover just which method got her toes curling. Frankly, she was reacting quite well to all of his teasing yet she got a particularly intense bout of joy when he grew a bit rough, his tongue working against the tender bundle of nerves with a weighted pressure. It had her spine curving, forcing the dips and plains of her flawless body to be accentuated all the more. If one could tell just by reading another's face, it would be stark obvious that Evelyn was in absolute heaven. Perfect teeth were fastened against the swollen flesh of her lower lip, working it back and forth, whilst long lashes fluttered and her cheeks grew an attractive shade of crimson. Right about now, she could confidently vouch for the fact that Darryll was beginning to know her body far better than she would ever hope to know it herself.

There was something about a man that knew how to pleasure a woman...a man that enjoyed the act, and gained as much satisfaction from it as she did.

To know he was happy betwixt her thighs, lapping at her, was beyond arousing.

But then he had to do it. He just had to wrap his lips about her and suck her in such a fashion, that the poor dear could only exclaim out towards the ceiling in shock. Dear god! Evelyn gaped, gazing towards the one settled on her lower body, feasting upon her as if she were to be his last meal for the next year. "Fuck," she groaned, unable to help herself as her hand slipped down and pushed against the back of his head. Holding him tightly, she admired the view for as much as it was worth, which was a whole hell of a lot. If he kept this up, he was going to make her come. It wouldn't surprise her if she managed to topple over that edge right this instant, but it seemed with every passing moment, it got better and better. Darryll had managed to reduce the ever confident, sultry and ravenous little vixen to a pitiful, squirming, crying mess beneath him. He drove her right up towards that pinnacle, until she just couldn't take it anymore and she came. Hard, long and fast, it rushed through her like a monsoon, unforgiving in conquering every bit of land it came across and then some.

It felt as if he wanted to consume her, and while her juices gushed out of her in a rush to be released, she relished in the first of many climaxes to transpire. Now completely flushed, from head to toe, she collapsed against the bed with a gentle sigh, feeling her brain wander in and out of consciousness. Everywhere he had touched her, from her nipples, to her stomach, ass and legs, buzzed with the lingering caress of his large hands. Evelyn was no match for his perverse techniques, and whilst he ventured his way up towards her neck, tending to the expanse of deep mocha skin found there, she tried to regain a bit of reality. She was throbbing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, unable to truly react towards his question until a few seconds later. "You're such a cocky bastard," she purred, knowing she wouldn't have him any other way, if she could change him at all.

Strangely enough, she felt he was already perfect for her.

"I will say this, though," she began softly, beginning to trail manicured nails across his bare back, enjoying the way his muscles tensed beneath her motions. "It's quite the experience...a good one, of course," Evelyn confessed before she tipped her head and nudged his chin upward, until her tongue was given access to his lips. She licked them clean of her lingering wetness, humming contently whilst her teeth gave a few taunting nibbles across his petals. "You're right...I do taste pretty good," she admitted, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I'm curious...do you taste good, too," she asked, strangely enough pining with an innocent tone.

From her energetic and vociferous reaction, Evelyn genuinely seemed to have delighted in receiving his oral tricks just as much as he had enjoyed administering them. Darryll was quite happy to have been able to give her such pleasure. Would he ever have the pleasure of seeing the ebullient coquette again after tonight? He sure hoped so. The ten thousand dollars from winning the bet was looking more and more trivial compared to the real prize that was Evelyn. “Hey, I’m just giving the people what they want… you know, because I’m such an unselfish giver,” Darryll retorted, still savoring the taste of her pussy and its juices when she called him a cocky bastard. Her nails trailing over his muscled back thrilled his skin and her tongue and teeth on his lips teased him to no end. It damn near made him go back down on her honey pot for a second helping of the good stuff.

“Quite the good experience, huh? I’m sure it is, but do you mean the experience of me being such a cocky bastard or me making your body shake and your legs quiver like I promised I would earlier?” he questioned with a cheeky smile, stroking her hair lightly. “Well, whichever way you meant it, try not to go bragging to all your friends too much about how awesome I am in bed,” he added jokingly before kissing the side of her head. As usual, his tone was cocky, yet more so playful and teasing than anything else. Darryll never had any hang ups when it came to the subject of sex. And whether it was talking about it, joking about it or doing it, he always made it a point to make things fun and interesting for both himself and for his partner(s). Because what was the point of having boring, straightforward sex? Not that there was anything wrong with ordinary people having ordinary sex.

That said, the couple currently in room 415 of Monroe University’s Westside dormitory right now were no ordinary people. And as far as having just met Evelyn tonight for the first time and the seeming inevitability of getting even more intimate with the ravishing beauty than he already had so far, Darryll believed there was nothing wrong with two mature, sexually aware, sexually charged, consenting adults doing the nasty. Sure, there would always be haters out there, but fortunately for Darryll, his happiness was never dependent upon what other people thought of him. “Yes, you taste quite scrunchy,” he replied when she echoed his earlier sentiments of her pussy’s flavor. And when she expressed her curiosity as to how well he tasted, Darryll smiled widely. “Well, I could tell you how good I taste, but why not try for yourself,” he said with a waggle of his brow as he got up out of bed. Darryll quickly kicked off his shoes and socks.

He then proceeded to give Evelyn a little show, swaying and gyrating his hips seductively to the music - more as a laugh as opposed to actually taking himself seriously as a professional stripper. He first removed his belt in the most seductive manner, more seductive than had ever been seen or witnessed in the history of seductive belt removing. Woodcock then laggardly undid his trousers and removed them slowly, leaving him only in his Tabasco brand boxer shorts. All the while, he gave her his best cornball seductive look. After a few exaggerated pelvic thrusts, combined with a couple effective - if not comical - sashays of the hips, these too were eventually pulled down and discarded. Darryll next reached for Evelyn’s hand and guided her over until she was now sitting on the edge of the bed where he stood naked before her with his large, thick, circumcised cock - about three-quarters erect at the moment - intimidatingly staring Evelyn in the face just a few inches away.

Yes, he shaved his pubic hairs - not because he was a metro-sexual or anything like that, but because, well, he found sex better that way. “You are now free to taste away…” Darryll announced. “Just try not to take more than what you can handle and make sure to save room for desert,” he added, now wearing a wickedly evil smirk on his face.