I gave my outfit a once-over in the full-length mirror in my apartment, still not sure if the tight black skirt and equally-tight blouse that I was wearing was too much for my meet-up with Evan tonight. I decided to pair the out ensemble with some casual flats to not look I was trying too hard to seduce him.

Which is exactly what I had in mind. I always knew that I'd know without a doubt when I was ready to lose my virginity, and I was certain Evan was the man I wanted to lose it to.

Ever since that kiss in the back alley in Europe, I couldn't get Evan out of my head. I tried to put it all past me, to just write it off as a simple little drunken thing that wasn't ever going to happen again, but I just couldn't The dreams that I'd been having had only grown more intense, more real. Last night, I dreamt of him pouncing on me in that back alley, pulling my pants down, turning me around, and having his way with me in the most aggressive manner imaginable. Waking up in the morning, I was more aroused that I'd ever been in my life. It was then that I realized that there was no way I'd be able to ignore the attraction I felt for him; I had to act on it.

I'd been worried that he'd been thinking the same thing, that he thought he'd just put as much distance between him and me as possible and hope the whole thing would just blow over. Knowing what I knew about Evan, he seemed to be more likely to be able to control himself. But this just made the whole issue with the meeting tonight more confusing. Did he really just intend to meet up to go over the information from our trip? Or did he have something more in mind?

Either way, I was going to push things in my favor as much as I could. Hence, the sexy outfit. My plan was to strike as careful a balance between "professional" and "sexy" as I could, and as I took one last glance at the way the skirt hugged every inch of my butt, I was sure I'd done the job.

Taking a deep breath, my bag full of notes in hand, I stepped out the door.

Soon after, I'd arrived at the library. Evan told me that he'd rented out a private conference room, and I had the number on hand. The library was quiet and sparsely populated, the only students there a smattering of overachievers looking to get a head start on the reading for the upcoming fall semester. I made my way to the meeting room, my heart racing at what the night would hold. I gave the door a slight rap and stepped inside.

"Hey," said Evan, glancing up from the notes that were spread out on the table before him. "Welcome."

He stood up, giving me a quick, chaste hug.

"Good to see you," I said, my words struggling to come out.

"Likewise," he said. "Have a seat."

The room was small, the walls a light brown and the floor a matching tile. There was a wide, rectangular window that looked out onto a stretch of lawn next to the campus, the night sky now ink-black, a silver sliver of moon hanging above.

"So…" said Evan, taking his seat. "You ready to get into this?"

I was. I really was.

"Sure!" I said

I think he intended for me to take the seat across from him, but I wasn't taking any chances with getting this thing right. So, I slid into the chair right next to him. He seemed a little surprised by this but said nothing.

"Like I said, I was hoping we could coordinate some of our notes; I reread the chapter you worked on, and it was great. I think your voice would be a great addition to the rest of the book."

"Thanks," I said, blushing.

"And depending on how much you're willing to work with me on this, there might even be a co-authorship in it for you."

This was almost as thrilling as the idea of kissing Evan again.

So, we went to work. I knew that I wasn't the most skilled flirter, but I did my best. I bit my lip as he talked to me, I laughed at his smart-ass jokes, and I played with my hair, twirling it around my finger. I even found myself playing with the end of my pen with my mouth as I looked at him.

But nothing seemed to work; he didn't seem interested. Did he really want to put the idea of him and I behind him?

Finally, I decided that it was time for a drastic measure, do or die. As he read aloud a page of his notes, I reached over to him, grabbing his thigh.

"What're you doing?" he asked, his eyes on my hand.

"You know," I said, my voice coming out heavy with arousal.

"That's…not a good idea," he said.

But he didn't move my hand.

"I disagree," I said. "I think it's a great idea."

"You're just a student," he said. "You don't know what you're doing."

"That's where you're wrong," I said, moving my hand up his leg. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

That did it. His eyes locked onto mine, Evan moved towards me, putting his lips on mine. It was the kiss that it'd been thinking about non-stop for the last week. The kiss was hesitant at first, as though he were trying to talk himself out of kissing me with his lips on mine, but it became more confident, more hungered the longer it went on.

My breath was sharp through my nostrils as Evan kissed me, his hands exploring my body, moving over every curve. My hands went to his shirt, sliding underneath and moving over his body. His skin felt so goddamn good against my hands; I wanted nothing more than for this body to be on me, to be pressed against mine.

I pulled Evan's shirt off over his head, and he did he did the same to me, unfastening my buttons and removing my shirt, revealing the black, lacy bra that I was wearing underneath. His hands moved eagerly over my breasts, squeezing them softly before undoing the clasp of my bra, my breasts tumbling out. He then turned his attention to my nipples, kissing and licking them, the pink skin turning hard in his mouth.

"God, you're so gorgeous," he said, bringing his lips back up to mine.

It was like I'd unleashed something; Evan seemed to be overflowing with passion for me. And that was just what I wanted.

He pulled me up out of the chair, pushed the notes off of the table with a sweep of his arm, and laid me on my back. Evan unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me wearing nothing but my matching black panties.

"Be gentle," I said.

"What do you mean?" Evan asked, stopping what he was doing.

"Um, I'm…"

"No way," said Evan, evidently knowing exactly what I was going to say.

"Is that so surprising?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean, well, it's not exactly common for girls your age."

A silence hung in the air.

"You're sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Surer than I've ever been of anything."

That was all Evan need to hear to get right back to it. Slipping his fingers under the waistband of my panties, he pulled them down, leaving me totally nude. He leaned in close to me, kissing my neck as his hand slid down my stomach, coming to a rest between my thighs. I wanted him inside of me more than anything, but I knew that since it was my first time I needed to take it slow.

He knew this too. Slowly, Evan slipped a finger inside of me, my arousal easing his entrance. I gasped, never before having had even a man's finger inside of me. Evan was careful, moving his finger in and out, allowing me to get accustomed to the feeling of something inside of me. The sensation was strange at first, but soon became very pleasurable. I began to relax, moaning as he moved in and out of me, focusing on the feelings of pleasure, along with the gentle kisses he placed on my neck.

Soon, he put a second finger inside of me. This was more to accommodate, but I soon was able to take both digits without too much trouble. The pleasure only increased, and I found myself wondering how good a full, hard cock would be, if this is how good only a couple of fingers felt. He kept at it for a while, his hand working on my pussy, his other moving along my curves, paying special attention to my breast as he continued to kiss me.

"I'm ready," I said, my sex feeling wet enough to take him.

And he was too. Standing up, he worked the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down and exposing a massive, hard cock. I gasped when I laid eyes on it; I'd only seen a few penises in person before, and this was far and away the biggest of them.

But I was ready for the challenge.

He moved his body over mine, his long prick pointing straight at my pussy. Evan then placed the head of his cock right on the opening of my pussy, and I braced for his entrance. With a slow, full thrust, he moved into me bit-by-bit, giving me time to acclimate to his size. And once he was in me, his cock felt so good that it almost seemed as if it was meant to be in there.

"How is that?" he asked

"Just…perfect."

"I'm not going to lie- it hurt a little. But unlike other first times that I'd heard about from other girls, it felt amazing. It was more pleasure than pain, and I wanted nothing more than for him to keep thrusting inside of me, filling me with his cock.

And he was happy to do just that. Leaning over me, he spread my legs, my ankles in his hands. His thrusting had been slow at first, but his pace soon increased, his cock moving in and out of me in just the right way. Moans slipped out of my mouth as he fucked me, my hands moving over my breasts. An orgasm began to build, and I knew that I would soon cum.

Evan continued to fuck me, and my eyes stayed fastened on his body, my gaze moving over every inch of his muscular torso as I took sweet pleasure in watching his pecs and abs flex with each thrust. The arousal was growing and growing inside of me, and as he bucked into me, I knew that it wouldn't be long before I came.

"Oh, God," he said, his face tightening with pleasure.

"Fuck me harder," I moaned, the pleasure now almost unbearable.

Then, the orgasm broke loose, rushing through my body and filling me with white-hot pleasure. My limbs curled up close to me as I came, each thrust driving the ecstasy into me deeper and deeper. The waves coursed through my body, and my eyes shut hard, a whimpering escaping my lips as the orgasm moved through me like a warm, rushing wave.

Evan came soon after, his orgasm punctuated by a series of deep full thrusts as he unloaded himself into me.

Soon, we were both spent, and he collapsed on top of me, our bodies both slick with sweat. As Evan pulled out of me, I felt the thick warmth of blood, and Evan quickly cleaned me up with a handkerchief he had in his bag.

I had finally gotten what I wanted, and I couldn't have been any happier.