After their first romantic weekend together, Adam and Eve both began to think more in the long term about where their relationship might go. They had discovered the joys of sex with each other and were having difficulty separating the feelings of lust from those of love.

All day on Monday, every time they saw each other at work, they stole a sly smile or a wink, hoping nobody else would notice. It wasn't that they were afraid to let people know or anything; they both knew that their coworkers would tease them mercilessly if the two nerdiest people in the entire office started dating. Unfortunately, they could not have been more obvious.

Eve's friend Caryn came by his desk on Monday afternoon. "So how was she?" she whispered.

Adam tried to be nonchalant. "How was who?"

"Come on, I can tell by the shit-eating grin on your face that you and Eve got together this weekend!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, trying to sound indifferent.

"Sure you don't," she teased. "Whatever, I'll pry the details out of Eve." She patted the top of his head and walked away. "As she went down the hallway, she quietly sang the old schoolkids rhyme, 'Adam and Eve, sittin' in a tree...."

Adam just shook his head and picked up his phone. "I'm not sure we're fooling anybody," he texted.

"Probably not, but don't say anything yet," she replied.

"Okay!"

They went for dinner after work on Wednesday, after which they retired to her place for another evening of exciting discovery of each other's bodies. Afterwards, as they lay in each other's arms, Eve noticed the drawing that he had done of her while she slept. "Would you draw me if I posed for you?" she asked.

"Like Jack did for Rose in Titanic?" he asked in return.

"I'm sorry?" she said.

"In the movie, Titanic, Jack did a pencil drawing of Rose when she posed for him."

"I've never seen that movie," she said.

"Seriously? I thought all women had seen that movie!" He picked up her iPad and searched for it. "There it is."

I don't have that subscription," she said.

"I do," he replied. He logged on to his account, and they settled in to watch. When they got to the part where Rose took Jack to her stateroom and asked him to draw her, Eve watched very intently indeed. "Would you do that for me?" she asked.

"I would," he replied. She looked at him expectantly. "What, now?"

"Why not?" she asked.

"Let's finish watching the movie," he suggested. "There's another part I want you to see."

A little while later, they got to the scene where Jack and Rose were making out in the car on the cargo deck. "Would you do that with me?" he asked.

"I would," she said, smiling at him. Then she remembered a book her parents had read to her when she was little and decided to improvise a little.

"I would fuck you in a car,

I would fuck you in a bar!

I would fuck you on a train,

I would fuck you in the rain.

In a car, in a bar, on a train, in the rain!

I would fuck you here or there,

I would fuck you anywhere!"

She laughed and turned to kiss him and then moved down to take him into her mouth. Just as Jack and Rose were having their on-screen orgasms, Adam was having his in her mouth. She collected it all on her tongue and showed it to him before making a show of swallowing it down. "Now will you draw me?"

"Now I will draw you," he said. He picked up a sheet of blank paper from the printer on her computer desk and a pencil from the caddy beside it. "Lie back, pose like Rose did," he commanded.

She obliged him, and for a half hour, the only sound that could be heard was the scratching of the pencil against the paper. "This is the wrong kind of pencil and the wrong kind of paper for this," he said. "If we were at my place, I could do a much better job."

"Just work with what you have," she said. "Next time we can go to your place, and you can draw me again!" He smiled and kept drawing, and about 15 minutes later, he was finished. He turned it and showed it to her.

"Wow, she is so beautiful! That can't be me!"

"That's what I see," he said.

She looked at the paper closely. Then she took it into the washroom and stood in front of the mirror. "I don't see it."

"That doesn't matter, I do. Anyone who sees it will see the woman I see."

"No fucking way anyone else is ever seeing that picture!" she said.

"It's yours, do with it what you wish," he said, half expecting her to tear it up and throw it in the trash. Instead, she took it and set it on the nightstand by her bed.

"I'll look at it some more, maybe I'll see her another time," she said. She went to him and kissed him, and soon his lips were on her clit, and his fingers were inside her, stimulating that magical spot inside her that they'd found together the previous weekend. Not long after, she was screaming his name and spraying her cum all over his face.

She begged him to stay the night, but he declined, saying he'd never get any sleep if he did. She pouted, but he held firm, and after kissing her goodnight, he left and returned to his apartment. When he got there, he took up his drawing pad and pencils and started drawing her from memory. After an hour, he put everything away, took a shower, and climbed into bed. As he had done every night since their first date, he masturbated to the mental image of the two of them engaged in hot, satisfying sex.

On Saturday morning, he was cleaning his apartment in anticipation of Eve coming over that evening. Just as he finished the bathroom, his phone pinged. It was Eve.
"Whatcha doin'?"

"Housecleaning."

"Getting all tidied up for tonight? Smart move!"

"Something like that!"

"I told my mom about you, she said you can tell a lot about a person by how clean and tidy they keep their home. Makes me wish you hadn't cleaned up!"

"You don't want to see this right now!" He thought for a moment before continuing. "You know that wine coloured lingerie you were wearing the first time we got together? Wear that tonight, please, I want to draw you in it!"

"You got it! I have another idea for a drawing you could do! See you later!"

He thought for a moment, wondering what other idea she might have. Then he shook his head and got back to his cleaning. In another hour, the place was as good as it was going to get.

Eve texted that she was on her way over. He knew he had about 20 minutes before she got there, so he hopped in the shower. He checked that the manscaping was up to snuff and passed the razor along the spots where he felt a little trouble. He was going to ask Eve if he could remove the rest of her 'down there hair', as she put it. She'd let him trim her muff and smooth out her pussy lips before, so he figured she'd go for it.

He checked for about the tenth time that everything was as it should be, and just as he was putting on his shoes, she rang the buzzer. He went down to meet her and was pleasantly surprised to see she had dolled herself up a little, wearing a nice tight-fitting dress and a little more makeup than usual. Her hair was styled up, and she had on dangly earrings and a necklace. She had a small overnight bag, which he took from her and placed inside the front door.

"A bit dressed up for the pub, aren't you?" he asked.

"I didn't dress up for the pub," she replied. "I dressed up to model for you!"

"I'm flattered," he said. "It's just that you are so beautiful and I am so ordinary. I look like a farm hand alongside a princess when I'm with you!"

She took his face in her hands and kissed him softly. A car honked as it went by, and she smiled at him. "You are far from ordinary. In fact, I think you are extraordinary! You are the only man, the only person ever to tell me I'm beautiful, or pretty, or attractive. The only man who has ever shown an interest in me, romantically or otherwise. I dress up for you because I am grateful."

"When you are dressed like this, I feel like some handsome guy is going to come along and sweep you up and take you away from me," he said.

"Not." (kiss) "Going." (kiss) "To." (a longer kiss) "Happen!" ( a really long kiss). "I am crazy about you."

"And I'm crazy about you!" he replied with a smile. He locked the door behind him and took her hand for the walk to the pub.

As they walked, he pointed out the few things of interest in the neighbourhood. The corner store, the flower shop where he bought her flowers, and the takeout place with the best fish and chips. As they passed a side street, something caught her attention. "What's that down there?" she asked.

"That's an adult shop," he said. "I've never been there."

"You should take me there sometime," she replied. "You never know what we might find or what inspiration we might get in a place like that!"

"We could stop on the way home, if they're still open," he suggested.

"Great idea!" she gushed, squeezing his hand tighter.

The pub was mostly full, but they managed to squeeze themselves into a corner booth that offered a decent view of the band and quick access to the toilets. They ordered drinks, and she excused herself to freshen up.

When she returned to the table, Adam had the drinks in and was looking around to see if there were any familiar faces. There were a few, but none he really knew, which disappointed him somewhat. He was out with the prettiest girl in the world, and he wanted to show her off! After about 45 minutes, that changed when Tracy walked in with another girl. Eve didn't see her right away, so Adam pointed her out. Eve squealed when she saw her friend, and she got up to tiptoe her way through the tables to greet her with a warm hug. The next thing he knew, they were on their way over as Eve had invited them to join them.

Eve introduced them, "Adam, you remember Tracy, and this is her friend, Maxine. Max, this is my boyfriend, Adam."

"Boyfriend now is it?" Tracy teased. "That's a step in the right direction!"

"It's nice to see you again, Tracy. Nice to meet you, Maxine," he said, extending his hand.

"Call me Max," she said.

They chatted for a bit, and then Max leaned over to Adam. "How long have you guys been dating?"

"A few months," he said.

"Still in the first phase of sex then," she smiled.

"I'm sorry? First phase of sex?" he asked.

Max explained. "There are three phases of sex in a relationship. In the first phase, you have House Sex - sex in any room of the house. In phase two, you have Bedroom Sex - you only do it in the bedroom."

"And the third?" he asked.

"That's Hall Sex," she said.

"Hall Sex?"

"Yeah. Whenever you pass each other in the hallway, you look at each other and say 'fuck off!'."

Eve almost spat out her drink at that, while Adam laughed a little. Tracy thought it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.

"We're solidly in phase one," Eve said, reaching over and taking his hand.

They listened to the band and sang along with the songs they knew. Before they knew it, it was after 11 o'clock. "What time does the store close?" she asked quietly.

"Beats me, I've never been there before," he replied.

She took out her phone and checked a couple of things. "Says here they're open until midnight," she said.

"We'd better go then," he said. They both finished their drinks and told the others they had to leave. "We have to stop at the store on the way home," Adam explained. Tracy protested, but Max just smiled. As they were saying goodnight, Max gave Adam a hug.

"I know the only store around here that's open this late on a Saturday is the naughty store!" she whispered as she held him close. "You kids have fun!"

They held hands as they walked quickly, and by the time they got there, it was after 11:30. "We close at midnight!" the heavily made-up woman behind the counter called as they entered.

"We'll be quick!" Eve said. She took a quick look around and saw the display of toys. She pointed and then dragged him over. "My God, look at the size of that thing!" she exclaimed, pointing at a realistic-looking cock that was at least a foot long and as thick as her wrist.

"Who would that even fit into?" he asked, suddenly feeling dwarfed by his average six inches.

"This one looks like it would be fun!" she said as she picked up a smaller version of the first one. It was about seven inches long and properly proportioned for thickness.

"Is there something in particular you're looking for?" the woman asked.

"Just looking for something different than what we have now," Eve said. He was shocked that she would be that forward in a place like this. He preferred to do his browsing in private and online.

"What do you have now?" she asked.

"I have a vibrator that looks a bit like.... this one," she pointed at one on the shelf. "And I have a regular dildo about six inches long or so. I don't use that one much anymore!"

"Ah, I see," the woman said. "Are you looking for something for just you or for both of you to play with?"

"Both of us," Eve said.

"Maybe something like this then," she said. "It’s called a Rabbit vibrator. It has two motors, one for the G-spot and one for the clit." She pointed at each one as she said it.

"That could be fun!" Eve said, and Adam agreed. He was not very comfortable and just wanted to buy whatever they were going to buy and get out of there.

"Alright then," the clerk said. "It's USB rechargeable, and you can use it in the shower, but don't submerge it in the bath."

"We'll take it!" Eve said with a smile.

"Anything else?"

"No, I think that's it," he said.

"You don't need lube or condoms or anything else?" she asked, trying to make the up sale.

"We're almost out of condoms," he said.

"We're good," Eve told him. "I'll explain later."

"Good," the clerk said. She opened a cabinet under the shelf and took out a boxed unit. "Clean this before and after each use, or you might get a nasty and rather embarrassing bacterial infection." She rang up the purchase, and Eve looked at Adam. He took out his wallet, paid for it, took the change from the clerk, and stuffed it under his coat.

"Thank you! Come again!" The clerk called as they left.

"Come again! That would be a great name for a naughty store!" Eve giggled.

They arrived at his place a few minutes later, and as she went through the front hallway, she bent to pick up her overnight bag. "I have to go to the washroom, could you maybe pour us a drink and put on some music?"

"Second on the left," he said. She smiled and blew him a kiss before disappearing inside. He made the suggested drinks and put some soft music on while he waited. He also poured a pitcher full of ice water. If their activities over the past weekend were anything to go by, they would be plenty thirsty.

She was in the washroom a long time ago. When she emerged, she was wearing the underthings he had asked her to wear, plus she'd added thigh-high stockings in the same colour and four-inch spiked heels. She had also touched up her makeup and hair.

She leaned against the doorway and smiled at him, curling a tendril of hair around one finger and biting her lower lip. "Wow! Do not move!" he said, and he rushed to the hall closet, returning with an expensive-looking camera. "I want to draw you just as you are right there, but it will take a long time. Is it okay if I take some pictures?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," she protested. "What if they get out?"

"Any pictures I take of you will never see the internet, I promise," he said earnestly. "Here, let me show you." He pointed out that the images are stored on a memory card and that he has a laptop he uses to edit them, which is never online. "I'll show them to you after I take them, and if you don't like them, you can delete them on the spot."

He stepped back, took a photo, and then turned the camera to show her. "If I try to draw you as you're standing there, it will take maybe a couple of hours, and I'll feel rushed. If I have a photo to go by, I can take my time."

She thought for a moment and smiled, "Okay, but you have to show them to me right away!"

"I will," he said. "Now make that pose again."

She tried to replicate the pose, and after he made a couple of suggestions, he started clicking the shutter. He moved to capture her from different angles, telling her at first not to turn her head or follow his movements, and then, finally, to look at him. "Perfect! That's the shot!" he said quietly. He went over to her and turned the camera so she could see the small screen on the back.

"Who is that woman?" she breathed. "That can't be me, she is gorgeous!"

"Yes, Eve, you are," he said. Because of her heels, he had to get on his toes to kiss her. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She pulled him in for a long kiss, and when it broke, she knelt in front of him and started undoing his belt. She looked up at him and smiled as she freed his stiffening cock. "I love sucking your cock!" she breathed before taking him in.

He was very tempted to take a couple of quick shots of her with his cock in her mouth, but refrained. "If this goes the way I think it might, I should be taking lots of pictures of us!" he thought as it slipped into her throat. "That's it, Baby, suck it deep!" he groaned, and she went all the way back down until her nose touched the trimmed hair on his mons. She continued for a few minutes and then stood back up slowly, kissing him deeply and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

"The bedroom is back there?" she asked, pointing. She hadn't even gotten the nickel tour of his apartment yet. He nodded, and she took his hand, leading him back down the hallway to the door at the end. Her ankles wobbled a couple of times, and she giggled. These shoes aren't really made for walking, they're more just for show!" she admitted. She pushed the door open and moved to the bed, lying down and opening her legs to him. "Fuck me," she begged. "Fill me with your tasty cum and lick me clean!"

Shouldn't we use a condom?" he asked.

"I went to my doctor, it's all taken care of!" she said, beckoning him forward with her fingers.

He proceeded to do just that, pulling her panties aside and driving into her with all the power and fury he could muster, mashing his mouth against hers as he fucked her. He felt her hand move between them and start rubbing her clit to bring her closer to nirvana. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he grunted as he pounded into her.

"Yes! Cum inside me! Fill my wet cunt with your hot seed!" she cried.

The rest of the noises that came from them were unintelligible, but there would be no doubt in the mind of anyone who happened to hear them what was going on. His body stiffened, and he drove forward, and his cock surged, spitting his cum as deep inside her as he could get it. She wrapped her legs around him, and he could feel the spiked ends of her heels as they dug into his calves.

When he was able to start moving again, he started thrusting as hard as he could, wanting to complete their coupling by bringing her own orgasm out of her. Between his cock and her fingers, it didn't take long before she screamed his name and unleashed a warm wash of fluid around his cock, the excess running out of her and down over his balls, down between their legs and pooing on the sheet beneath them.

They lay there, temporarily exhausted from the effort, and after a minute or so, he pushed himself up and looked at her. Her makeup was wrecked, her hair tangled, her face covered in sweat, and a little smile creased the corners of her mouth. She had never looked so beautiful to him as she did in that moment, and he told her so.

"I love you, Adam," she said softly.

There it was, the 'L' word. He'd been wanting to say it for a long time, ever since their first date, before they'd ever had sex, but he was afraid of how she might react. He was overcome with emotion at the revelation that she cared about him deeply enough to say it. He rolled off her and pulled her tightly to him, taking deep breaths to try to keep the feelings that were welling up inside him from bursting out. After a moment, he regained his composure. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, ignoring the stickiness of their combined cum that was dripping underneath them.

"Don't say that to me," he whispered. "Don't say it if you don't mean it!"

"I mean it, Adam. I really do! I've been wanting to say it ever since that night when you kissed me beside my car, but I've been afraid."

"Me too," he admitted. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it kinda does," she agreed. They kissed again and cuddled for a while until they started to notice how sticky they were. "We should take a shower," she suggested. He agreed, so he helped her sit up. She reached down to take off the heels, and he helped with those as well.

They got to his small washroom with the single shower stall, and she said, "It's going to be a tight fit!"

"We'll figure it out," he replied.

"Yes, we will. We'll figure everything out, together!" she smiled and kissed him, and when their faces parted, she caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror. "I am a wreck!"

"You are gorgeous!" he replied. She smiled and moved his hands to the front clasp of her bra.

"Undress me," she breathed.

After freeing her from the confines of her bra, rolling the stockings down her legs and setting them aside, and slipping her soiled panties off her, he held her hand to let her get into the shower first and then squeezed in behind her. As he washed her face, he smiled at her," You really don't need all that makeup and stuff."

"I like to make myself look good for you," she said. "It makes me feel good when you look at me."

"If it makes you feel good, then keep doing it, but remember, you're doing it for you, not for me." She smiled and kissed him softly.

"I want you to say it," she said. "I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" he asked. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, that." He kissed her again. "I love you, Eve. I have loved you since the moment we first met. I love everything about you."

"That's what I'm talking about!" she grinned.

About that time, the hot water started running out, so they washed each other quickly and got out. As they were drying each other off and getting aroused again in the process, she looked at him. "It's a shame neither of us has a tub big enough for two."

"Maybe when we start looking for places to live together, we can find a place that has that," he replied.

"Are you saying we should move in together?" she asked. "That's big!"

"It's the next logical step, isn't it?" he asked.

"I suppose," she said. They finished drying off and went back into the bedroom.

"I need to change the sheets," he said.

"We're only going to mess them up again," she teased.

"Yes, but I am not sleeping in a giant wet spot!" he said, pointing to the large wet stain on the bottom sheet. Together, they changed the bed and sat on it.

"Show me the pictures you took," she said.

"They'll be easier to see if I put them on my computer," he replied. He got up, picked up the camera, and walked out to his home workstation. She watched his cock swaying as he walked and felt that familiar tingle in her pussy. He sat down, and she sat on his knee, watching closely as he removed the memory card, slipped it into the slot on the side of his laptop, and started clicking the mouse. A few minutes later, the images of her came up on the screen.

"That one," she pointed at the first one he took. He opened it up, and she inhaled sharply. "I cannot believe that beautiful woman is me!" she said softly.

"I find people often don't recognize themselves in photos right away, and not many people like the way they look in pictures. I'm happy that you like them," he replied.

"Do you often take pictures of people you sketch?" she asked.

"Sometimes, but I never take photos without permission," he said. "Sometimes I just go to a park or other public place and start drawing. Once in a while, people will want to see what I'm drawing, and most of them seem impressed. There was one couple who paid me to do a drawing of their children. They have it framed and hanging in their home. They even invited me for dinner once."

"Cool," she said. "Which one of my photos will you draw?"

"You pick," he said. She looked through them all and settled on one that had her looking away from the camera.

"I love that one," she said. "I look almost disinterested."

"I like it too," he said. He zoomed in on her face, "See how the light catches the curve of your lips and the little smile? That is so sexy!"

"I never noticed that before," she said. Then she shivered a little. "I'm cold. Do you have a sweatshirt or something I could borrow?"

"Of course," he said. She stood up, and he went back into his bedroom. returning with a hoodie. She pulled it over her head, and he watched her breasts jiggle as she reached up.

"It has your scent," she said as she pulled it down. What do you want to do now?" she asked.

"We could just talk," he said. "We took a pretty big step a little while ago, and I think we should figure out what that means."

"Okay," she said. She went to his battered leather couch and sat down. "One thing's for sure, when we get our own place together, this couch is going to the dump!"

"That's what I mean," he said. "We need to sort out how things are going to look down the road." They talked about where they'd like to live, what things they wanted nearby, how much they could afford, and many other things. "I want our place to have your drawings all over the walls," she said. "Not drawings of me, but drawings of other people and things."

"We'll see about that later," he said. "Speaking of drawings, I have a question I want to ask you."

"Go ahead," she said.

He hesitated and took a deep breath. "The first time I saw you, you know, down there, it just looked so amazing to me. The colours, the folds, and everything. Later on, I thought that would be an incredibly difficult thing to draw, but I'd like to give it a try."

"You want to draw a picture of my pussy?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Would you need to take pictures of that, too?"

"Only if you agree to it. It's just so complex, and it would be very hard to get the shade and shadow just right. It would probably take quite a few tries. Hands are one of the most difficult things to draw. Getting the proportions just right, the shading in the lines is really hard. I would think drawing a woman's vagina would be harder than that."

"Plus, there's the added distraction of having that right in front of your face! You probably wouldn't have enough blood in your brain or your hands to do anything!" They both laughed out loud. "Let me think about it."

"Okay," he said. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, and pretty soon their breathing was getting ragged again.

"Let's get that toy we bought!" she suggested. "We can figure that out together, too!"

He got up and retrieved it from the hallway table where he'd placed it after taking off his coat. He saw the box had a security seal, so he picked up a sharp knife on his way back to cut it. He slipped the knife along the edge and handed the package to her.

Her fingers fumbled as she opened the box and took it out. "I don't know why I'm so nervous!' she said. "I've bought sex toys before."

"How many toys do you have?" he asked.

"Four," she said. "I bought them all online. "Tonight was the first time I ever went to a dirty store!"

"Would you let me watch you use them?" j/he asked nervously. "I understand if you don't; that's pretty private."

"Nothing of mine is private, not anymore," she said. She leaned over to kiss him and got back to opening the box. She took it out and cast the box aside, turning it over. Adam, being the nerd that he is, picked up the box and extracted the instructions.

"Says here we need to wash it and charge it before you can use it," he said.

"Before we can use it!' she corrected him. She handed it over to him, and he took it into the washroom. While he was gone, she ran her fingers through the cleft of her pussy and licked them clean. She could taste the remains of their earlier fucking.

He came back in with the toy wrapped in a hand towel, "I wonder if there's enough charge in the battery to try it out?" he said. He found the little button and pressed it, and the toy started shivering. "I think you're up!" he said, handing it over to her.

She took it from him and reclined on the couch. Her eyes held his as she slid it over her outer lips and clit. Her hips jumped at the contact with her little pleasure bud, and her eyes rolled back. She opened them again, licked her lips, and slipped it inside herself, rotating it slightly to help it slide in.

"Oh! Wow! OH!" she cried when the vibrations hit her most sensitive spots. "Whoever first thought of this idea was a fucking genius! Wow!" She bit her lip and winced.

"It has different modes and speeds," Adam said, remembering that from the instructions.

"This mode is just fine for now, thank you very much!" she panted. "Fuck! Fuck that feels so good!"

He watched closely and saw how her skin flushed as the excitement rose within her. He saw how her clit distended a little as if it was reaching out to be touched. He reached out and pressed the little bulb resting just above it, and her hips jumped again. OH! YES! THAT! RIGHT THERE!" she almost shouted. "I think I'm in love!"

"Again?" he teased, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"In lust then!" she smiled before rolling her eyes up once more. A few moments later, he saw her draw in a deep breath and knew that she was about to explode. He'd seen it before. "Oh Fuck! This is gonna be a big one!" she moaned as she pummeled her pussy with the toy. The heel of her hand ground the little outer bulb into her clit as she pistoned it in and out, an inch at a time. He saw her breathe in one last time, and then she pulled the toy out of her pussy quickly.

A primal scream came from her as the jet of clear, slick fluid shot from her pussy and onto her hand and arm, his chest and face, and the cuck underneath her ass. She plunged the toy back in for a few more quick strokes, then pulled it out again to eject another stream from her body.

She removed it and set it on her tummy, still shivering. He reached in and traced the outline of her opening, the inner lips splayed out like petals from a flower, her clit swollen and shining, and a dribble of her cum gathered at the bottom where it was pulled down by gravity. "I'd like to draw that," he whispered.

"Maybe you should take a picture of it then!" she suggested.

He scrambled to get his camera and knelt between her legs. After snapping a half dozen shots, he looked up. "Touch yourself," he whispered, and he took a few more as her fingertip teased her clit. "Put your finger inside." Again, she followed his directions, and he took a few more. "Put the toy back in," he commanded, and she obeyed. Another half-dozen photos, and he set the camera aside. He reached out and took the toy from her fingers, slipping it out and in a couple of times before removing it and bending down to lick her clit.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good!" she whispered. He continued for a few minutes and then moved up to share her taste with her.

"I think you like your new toy," he whispered to her.

"I love OUR new toy!" she smiled. They cuddled together for the best part of ten minutes and were startled by a pounding noise at the door. They both sat up and stared at each other. "Fuck!" he said, and she just laughed and nodded.

He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went to answer the door; whoever was on the other side was pounding again. "POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!" he heard a woman's voice.

He flipped the lock and opened the door, Can I help you?" he asked.

"We got a call about a woman screaming," the female cop said.

He tried very hard not to smile but was unable to. "It's just my girlfriend and me having a little fun," he said.

"I'm sorry, but we have to come in and see that everything is alright," she said.

"Of course," he said. He turned over his shoulder and called out to Eve, "You might want to cover up, they say they have to come in and check!" He heard the rustling and stepped aside.

The cops moved past him and went to the living room. "Is anyone else here?" she asked. Eve just shook her head, and Adam said, "No, it's just us." The female cop went into the bedroom and checked the washroom. leaving her male and obviously junior partner in the living room. When she came back, she noticed the still buzzing toy on the side table and smiled. Taking a latex glove from her pocket, she picked it up, looked it over, and pressed the button to turn it off. She leaned down and whispered to Eve, " I have one almost like this one. It's my favourite!"

She set the toy back down, handed the soiled rubber glove to Adam, and declared, "Everything's fine here, partner. Sorry to have bothered you, but you understand, we have to check these things out."

"We understand, officer," Eve said. "Who complained?"

"We can't tell you that," the cop said. "But a piece of advice. The neighbours below you are pretty old folks. If I were you, I'd watch for them to leave for church in the morning before using that thing again! Have a good night!" She smiled, poked her partner, and turned to leave. "Come on, Rookie, put your tongue back in your mouth and let's go!"

Adam closed and locked the door behind them, and when he returned to the living room, he saw Eve with her face in her hands, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," he said as he moved to take her in his arms.
"It was just so embarrassing! I've never been that embarrassed in my life!"

"You'll get over it," he said. "Someday this will be something to look back on and laugh!"

Maybe," she said. "One thing's for sure, when we're looking for a place to live, we'll need to add privacy to the list of requirements!" He laughed and kissed her. "I'm embarrassed," she said. "But I'm not sorry! That was unbelievable!"

"The best orgasm yet?" he asked.

"I don't know about the best," she said. "I've read that there are no bad orgasms, but they can be very different. I've never had one like that before."

"I hope you have many more like it in the future!" he said.

"Mmm, me too! But we'll need to find someplace to do it where other people can't hear us and call the cops!" she laughed. They cuddled for a while, and then Eve sighed. "It's been a busy night, I'm tired, let's just go to bed." Adam nodded in agreement.

He picked up the toy and carried it to the washroom to clean it, then put it in the silk bag that came with it. He washed and brushed his teeth as was his habit before going to bed. When he went into the bedroom, he saw Eve, still wearing his sweatshirt, curled up and fast asleep.

~ ~ ~

When she awoke, she was alone. "Adam?" she called out, and he answered.

"In the living room!"

She rolled out of bed and realized that she was hungry and very thirsty. "Must have been the gallon of cum I squirted out of me last night!" she mumbled to herself. She groaned as she stood up and walked unsteadily into the living room. As she cleared the doorway, she saw Adam sitting in front of his laptop, an image of her pussy on the screen, and his sketchbook and a pencil in his hands.

"Watcha doin'?" she asked.

"I just can't get my fingers to do what I want them to," he grumbled. "I thought drawing hands was hard, but this!"

She leaned in and looked at what he'd done so far, then looked at the image on the laptop screen. "So that's what it looks like!" she whispered. "Fascinating!"

"Exactly," he said, not taking his eyes off his work.

She leaned down and hugged him from behind. "You know, you could keep trying to draw my girly parts, or you could come back to bed and taste them!"

He turned and looked at her, then stood up and, with a strength she hadn't imagined he possessed, he scooped her up and carried her giggling and squealing to his bed. This time, after they'd both enjoyed a Sunday morning orgasm, it was her turn to clean their combined issue from his cock.

They cuddled together, running their fingertips along each other's skin. "You surprised me last night," Adam said.

"Oh? How so?"

"When you started talking dirty. It just seemed so out of character for you. Where did that come from?" he asked.

She sat up and looked at him. "Did you not like it?" she asked.

"No, it was hot! It's just not something I would have expected." He turned on his side to face her.

"I read it in some naughty stories a while back. I thought you might like it, so I tried it," she said.

"That kinda describes our sex life so far," he said.

She giggled and pulled him in tighter. "Yeah, it does!" She paused for a moment. "Is there anything you've read about or seen that you'd like to try?"

"I'm still getting used to the things we're doing now!" he said. "Just you being with me is still blowing my mind. You could have any man in the world, but you're with me. Sometimes I think I'm dreaming all of this."

"I don't want any man in the world, I want you," she said. "Just you, only you." She moved to kiss him to seal that statement.

"So sex with other people is off the table then?" he asked.

"Is that something you want?" she asked.

"Would you do it just because I wanted it, even if you don't?"

"One of us has to stop answering questions with other questions," she giggled. "No, I don't want to have sex with other people."

"Me neither," he said.

"Then why did you bring it up?" she asked.

"I read about it in some naughty stories a while back, and I thought you might like it," he teased.

"What about other stuff?" she asked.

"Nothing I can think about right now," she said. "My life is perfect!"

"Same," he said. "But I still think we should try new things sometimes. That's how we got where we are today."

"Oh, for sure!" she said. "Six months ago, if anyone had told me that I'd have become a cock sucking, cum eating, sex starved nymphomaniac, I'd have called them crazy!"

"You're not a nymphomaniac," he protested.

"Aren't I?' she asked. "All I think about is sex. I love it, all of it! I want to do it every minute we're together! I looked it up, that's a pretty accurate description of nymphomania!"

"Well, I disagree," he said. "I think about it a lot, too. I just think we're two young people newly in love who want to spend as much time together as we can."

"Maybe, but we should do other things besides just having sex. We need to find some other things we have in common, don't you think?"

There's time for that," he said. He pulled her close and held her tightly. "We have our whole lives for that," he thought to himself.