A Bottle of Jack

It was clichéd.
Sometimes I feel like the star of one of those dumb teen movies.
I just couldn’t fucking help it.
I suppose I ought to explain what “it” is, shouldn’t i? “It” was this deep-seeded attraction I had for a girl, no a goddess, in my grade. She was drop dead gorgeous – and more. She was a brunette who had a build which would make any straight man’s blood race. Her name was Evelyn. She had breasts which had to have been a D cup, and an ass which could tilt heads. There was however, much more to her than her gorgeous appearance. She had the most radiant and contagious smile and laugh. Evelyn was also incredibly kind, and had a huge heart. On the other hand, she was a rebel. She did what she wanted and took much pleasure in it. This aspect of her endeared her even more to me. Alas, poor woebegone loser, for she rode among higher social circles than I.
The year prior I had a class with her. I, however, was ina long term relationship at the time and expressed any feelings I had for her. I was dumped before the end of junior year, and during summer break I saw the enchanting Evelyn once more.
Once my final year of school had actually started, I became extremely lucky. Seniors were forced to do community service as a part of their curriculum, and volunteered at the same place as her! There were many times when I ended up spending an hour or more with her. Occasionally I’d even get good glimpses of her cleavage, or ass when she bent over or directed her attention elsewhere. We talked and got to know each other, and sometimes she even gave me rides home, even though my house was a few blocks away. I was, dare I say it, in love with her.
One day, after community service, I worked up the balls to ask Evelyn to hang outside outside of school and community service with me sometimes. She blew me off as politely as she possibly could. I was both giddy and devastated.

The school day was over for me. The grey skies saw light tears, and grew as sullen as I was. Languidly I walked home and a fine coat of dampness was beset upon me. It was a Friday, and I decided to stretch out my free periods by skipping my last class – Spanish. I didn’t have much of anything to do at the moment, and my IPOD was dead, cutting off the salvation of music. I came about the intersection but five minutes away from my school. I was in the middle of a ghost town veiled in fog. I crossed diagonally, and just started to walk when I heard a horn. I whipped around to see none other but the Elusive, Enchanting, Evelyn in her compact, white, covered-up convertible.
“Want a ride?” Evelyn inquired.
“Sure, I’d love one.” I said, taken aback.
“Then hop on in.” she said with a seemingly seductive smile.
Approaching her car, I opened the door and sat down setting my backpack between my legs. I closed the door, with some trouble, and we were off
“you skipping too?” I asked.
“heh, you caught me.” She said. With that I inquired, “What class are you skipping?”
“Photography.” She stated with no small amount of disgust. “I wanted to take it, but theres so much work, and my teacher hates me, Fuck it.”
As we approached the general victory of my house, the made the correct turn, and I looked at her impressed and elated. She looked over and asked,
“That was it, right?”
“Yeah.” I said with a goofy half smile. “Just glad you remembered it.”
The car rolled into my driveway, and reality hit me for just a second, and my heart plummeted like rollercoaster car. Knowing she was a frequent drinker, for I’d had a conversation about it, and alcoholism in our families, I decided to take a chance.
“Hey, Evelyn, I got a bottle of Jack up in my room, wanna go somewhere and drink it with me?” I asked, with a surprise amount of confidence. I could see her mental debate. Her eyes flickered diagonally downward, and she bit her lip.
“ Yeah, sure.” She said and her features flashed into a beautiful smile.
I got out of the car, picked up my bag, and tried to walk as casually as I possibly could into my house. The second I closed the door, I dropped my bag and nearly shouted. I jumped up a bit and raced upstairs into my room. I uncovered the bottle of jack from its hiding place, and firmly hid it in my jacket pocket. I raced down the stairs, and to the door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and exhausted. The car was running – she was still there. I approached and she stared at me expectedly, eyebrow cocked and a smile on her face. I simply went to the other side of the car, entered, and showed her the large bottle. She let out a small, cute, laugh.
“Where do you want to drink this?” I asked, “My place isn’t a good idea.”
“I got a perfect idea.” She said. With no explanation she backed out of my driveway and we were on the road yet again.
We went off to a part of town id rarely been, and she finally offered a bit of information.
“I’m moving right now. We can go to my new house. We’re still in the old house, but we’re bringing everything over.” She explained, “My family took a long time and we still technically own both houses. We have some stuff in the new one, but a lot in the old.”
“ahh..” I offered, “that would explain why I haven’t seen you much in the halls.”
She nodded and continued to drive. We made it to a modern sized yellow house. It had a white doorway and frame, with the number 7 on it. She parked on the side of the street, and I anxiously exited the automobile. With my bottle in my jacket, we entered her house-to-be.
Out of habit I took my shoes off. She had continued walking, then turned to look back at me and grinned.
“No one will be here today, so its ok.” She said.
I looked at the spatial room, across the wooden floors a television sat. There was nothing propping it up, and there was no other furniture here. I followed her out, continuing my examination. My eyes then drifted over her. She was wearing a blue, tight fitting shirt made of thin fabric, and a pair of tight dark blue jeans. Her brown hair was straight and down past shoulders. As I took in the view of her back, I was Drawn to her ass, beautiful and swinging as she walked. I was mesmerized. She turned around, and I saw the tight shirt hugging her tits, and I noticed a small hole near the collar of her shirt, then looked up to see her enchanting face, and radiant smile. Looking at me coyly, Evelyn demanded, “Let me take a look at that bottle, stud.” She mocked my confidence, or lack there of, however, the bottle instantaneously appeared in my hand, and out of my jacketpocket.
“I’ll allow my gorgeous host the pleasure of opening it.” I said as I held it out to her while kneeing. My attempt at a serious face broke into laughter. Joining me, she snatched the bottle and twisted the top off. I stared at her as she took a large swig, and held the bottle out for me.
“Impressive, I see you can hold your liquor.” I said, grabbing the bottle.
I took an equally large draft.
“Looks like I’ve met my match.” She said, her words silent gliding to my ears, my mind hoping for a double entendre.
We went gulp for gulp, 3 more times. Apparently, we could indeed hold our liquor. I was starting to feel it, though was only buzzed. It seemed like she was around the same state as I.
“whats the rest of your house like?” I suggested.
Turning around she looked over her shoulder and said, “Come find out.”
My mind raced, and I was as nervous as I have ever been following her down that hallway.She turned to the left, and we came into another almost empty room. The walls were painted yellow, and to the right was a drawer with some belongings atop, and presumably in, it. When I walked forward, then turned around and met with me. Our lips melted together, and our hands began to roam. My tongue was soon intertwined with hers. Lightly caresing her tongue and moving around the inside of her mouth. With a tremendous deal of effort, I held her at arms length. Her face was riddled with confusion and sorrow – those kinds of emotions ought to never be seen on a face as pretty as hers. I moved forward, and my hands came to her neck. My finger went in that small hole, and I tore her shirt down ripping with my full strength, and it came apart across the torso, only attached by the collar bone.
Hear head moved back started, and my other arm moved around her waist and drew her in. Once again we were tangled, password and ferocious. Regretfully, I moved my mouth apart from hers and kissed along her neck. I drew swirls with my tongue kissing the sensitive flesh. I moved to the other side, and then down to her collarbone. My mouth moved to the flesh above her beautiful bust, as my hands moved around her back to unclasp her light pink bra. I let the garment fall to the floor and I started to move towards her tits. Moving to the left one, I left a wet trail as my mouth neared her nipple. As I began to suckle, my right hand came up to massage her other breast and my left hand remained exploring the curve of her back, underneath the remain of her shirt. Teeth grabbed hold of that tender flesh. My tongue raced circles around and across the prisoner. Evelyn moaned, soft and sensitively. The moaning increased in frequency as my right hand pinched her other nipple while kneeing her breast. As her sounds became More intense I decided to move my mouth down. I kissed her lean stomach, leaving more trails going down. My hands met, unbuttoning herjeans. She was wearing white panties with pink lace, which were now wet from lust. I pulled her jeans down, and she stepped out. I moved her over to the neary wall. I was about move down once more, when she stopped me, and lifted my black T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. Her sudden action revealed a muscle body, skinny, yet covered in the muscle of a light weight boxer. Impressed, it Was her turn to kiss and caress. She moved her hands around me griping. As her mouth approached the bottom of my stomach, her hands grabbed my muscular ass, as her kiss became more password. Her hands moved around my waist and unbuttoned my pants. I stepped out of them and kicked them backwards, revealing my rock-hard nine inch cock – for I had been wearing no underwear. She looked up at me devilishly, surprise on her face. She gently kissed the head, then licked circles around it. Her tongue slide down my shaft to my balls and back up. Suddenly, her mouth engulfed the head of my cock. Her lips were tight around me as she moved down, slowly then back up. She moved her head around, her lips underneath my head, her mouth and tongue surrounding it. Moaning deeply, I caressed the back of her head, feeling her soft hair, and closed my eyes. She went down slowly going farther and farther, while breathing through her nose. She gagged as she hit the 8 inch mark, and then kept going. I could feel her against my pelvis. Her tongue began to massage my cock and waves of pleasure assaulted me. Her head began to move up and down and her hands wandered from my ass to my legs, her nails lightly scratching adding a chilling sensing to the mix. She began to move faster and faster. One of her hands moved across my flexed abs, moving across the muscle, as I began to thrust my cock in conjunction with her. My eyes drew in the moment. The dimension of time had left us long ago. Eventually I erupted, and she knew it had been coming, yet kept sucking. She stopped, her mouth still around my member, and swallowed my entire load. She began to bob up and down with renewed vigor. My cock was so hard it hurt – there was no way it could be in any other form.
Her lips parted from my swollen member, and she grabbed her tits and wrapped them around my cock. I punched her nipples and began thrusting. The sensing was amazing for my sensitive prick and she began to moan a little bit too.
After a while of this, I picked her up and thrust my tongue into her mouth. After I explored her once more, I separated and pushed her against the wall. I knelt down, and began to kiss above her waist. I moved down to her left leg licking, kissing, and nibbling the toned flesh. As I got near her ankle I moved back up, taking extra time on the inside of her thigh. When I got to the top of her leg I went inwards. She thrust her pelvis out at me, but I was careful to come close to, but not touch her lips. I moved up above her shaken pussy just barelyUnder her trimmed patch of hair, and around to the other side. Evelyn’s right leg got the same treatment. By the time I was back up at her thigh, she moved my head into her crotch. I moved my tongue outward into her slit, tasting her sweet ambrosia. My eyes closed and my hands grabbed and massed her ass cheeks. My tongue went further between her lips and began to explore. Evelyn moaned more and moode. As my tongue began to move rapidly back, and forth, and up, and down, her body shook. My left hand still grabbing her ass groped with more strength, and my right hand moved to her breast kneeing then pinching sensitive, beautiful nipples. More of her ambrosia spilled out onto my tongue. As the orgasm was recalling, I withdraw my tongue from her slit and moved it up to her clip. My tongue darted swiftly across it and then I nibbled it as if it were a nipple. She Shook violently back and forth moaning much louder. In between my teeth I gently held her clip. I squeezed a little,and hear louder moans. Just then my tongue raced across her clip flickering back and forth. She was nearly screaming. She came numerous times over before my mouth withdraw.
I turned her around, while she was still dizzy, and pushed her up against the wall. I moved up behind her my knees at a bend. Right under her pussy my boulder breaking bone awaited, its tip touching her wet lips. Evelyn bent her knees and moved down ontop of me. I flung my head back, my mouth open and let out a long moan as I entered her. Her tight, extremely wet pussy gripped onto my member as I pushed up and down in long thrusts. When she moaned, I shoved myself forcefully up into her. Once more she was practically screaming in euphoria. I rested my head on her shoulder and let out a hot breath against her neck and ear. I continued to thrust and she began to shake, another orgasm near. She came forcedly as my cock went up as far it could inside of her. I moved my hands to grab her ass, and she was forced into the wall harder, as my speed increased. One hand moved to a breast and began kneeling simultaneously with the other. Infinities raced by fearful of our defiance.
I exploded into her as she had perpetually rained down upon me.
Stars blossomed in and out of existence their light stretching across galaxies, comets raced to and fro.

I gave her my shirt to wear, and she went to clean up, saying I could go to the main room. I ambled in, still dazed. She appeared in the door frame, in my shirt. It was very tight on her, due to her, and her lower stomach was showing. I motioned for her to sit beside me.
Gracefully, she sat down. I picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels, and we each drank long smooth sips, far past the care of burning. After quite a few, I set it down and she turned on the television, and came back to sit next to me, her legs outwards, bent at the knees. My right arm reached around her,pulling her close. Her head fell to my shoulder, in a moment of fragmentity, and I lay my head upon hers.
… I savored every last drop of that rough, pleasant dream of jack

Daurius Raveneye