Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 38: For Me?

(Picture of Evan Taylor Above *WARNING: brief sexual scene below*)

          Evan has been gone ALL day. Ever since he stormed us out of the office after catching Mr. Taylor's pants down, he's been reserved and impulsive. He sped all the way home, going 57 mph in a 45 lane. Before Evan left, he told me that he wanted to stay with him tonight. In case Mr. Taylor got any ideas. God it's all so bad!
            I scratch Chase's ear, he pants heavily. He's smiling too. Sweet, over grown puppy. Chase begins to cuddle me when his ears perk up, his head jerking towards the garage. He dashed to the door and begins barking. Evan must be home. Or Drew. Or both.
              The garage door opens and in walks Evan and Drew. Oh and, not to mention, Derrick. Yup. Chase twirls and jumps around them happily, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. Drew goes straight to the fridge and Derrick follows, putting his hand on his back. But the thing I notice most is that Evan goes straight for the bar. He takes out his Jack Daniels. Oh no.
            I sit there in anticipation, biting my lip. Booze means trouble. Problems. The meeting with the council did not go so well.
              "Where's my Princess? Huh?" Evan pats (Chase) his loyal companion's rear side.
              Even then turns and we lock eyes. He tromps over with the whole whiskey bottle in hand. Derrick and Drew walk over and sit with me on the couch. Derrick forced me to move down so he can sit next to Drew. The asshole. Evan begins to slightly pace the floor. Oh no.
                 "Bob's gone." Drew says suddenly, "The board administration fired him for sexual harassment, embezzlement, and his affair with his secretary."
                I look to Evan, whose drinking straight from the bottle. "Baby, what can I do to make it better?"
                   I get up and walk over to him, gently putting my hands on his broad chest. Evan sighs after he takes another large drink. I begin to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.
"Did anything ELSE good happen?" My waist is pushed into Evan, "There has to be more."
"Evan is the new Book Editor Boss!" Drew exclaims happily.
I look up at Evan in shock. He's the new boss. Holy SHIT! Evan is the new boss! Happy, I hug my Baby happily. Giving him a smooch on the cheek, he pulls me in close.
"Wow! Baby, I'm so proud of you." I hug him happily.
"And we're getting company cars." Evan adds, "And I'm giving everyone an advanced salary. 11 dollars instead of 9 dollars an hour."
I look up at him bewildered, shocked. "How...generous of you?"
Evan then leans in halfway for a kiss, his slightly crooked nose bumping into mine. I sand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around his neck as I lean in the rest of the way. We kiss softly at first, but my tippy toes gets tired. So our kiss gets broke because I lose my balance a bit, Evan catches me.
"Ugh, straights." Derrick rolls his eyes on the couch, I give him a middle finger.
Evan takes my hand and drags me to the bedroom. He sets the bottle of Jack Daniels on the dresser and closes the door behind us. I worry he's just drunk. Maybe I should take a drink or two too. Evan goes and sits down on the bed, grunting as he takes his shoes off. I walks over and put his face in my hands, making him look at me.
"Baby, are you okay?" I say softly, "What can I do to make you feel better?"
Evan covers his mouth, burping the alcohol on his system. He stares up at me dazed. I run a hand over the back of his head.
"Can yo-you st-strip for me?" He says drunkenly, covering his mouth to burp. "I wanna f-fuck my anger away. C-Can you help m-me with that?"
I know it's not right. But I will not argue with him right now. So I stand and take a few steps back. I slowly tug my NIKE shorts off, revealing my red lacey underwear. Evan groans, his hands grabbing his penis through his pants. I then shimmy my shirt off, letting to fall to the floor. My red lacey bra with a black little bow in the middle makes Evan moan loudly as he begins to strip form his pants and shirt. I giggle at this, looking for the bottle. Hurriedly, I go to the dresser and grab the bottle of Jack. I walk over to a semi naked Evan, whose already let his manhood be exposed through his briefs penis pouch.
"Lay down." He says low, soft like.
So I lay down as he commands. Evan leans over my body, taking the bottle of Jack. I push it my way before he can take a drink. The alcohol burns down my throat. As one of his hands holds the bottle as I drink, Evan begins to rub my thigh. Then the heat between my legs. I force the bottle away from me, feeling light and dizzy.
Evan takes a big drink and then kisses my forehead. He shifts on top of me, pushing my panties down hurriedly. My heart pounds so hard in my chest at the anticipation of what I want to feel inside—

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For the rest of the night, Evan and I drunkenly fuck. The alcohol numbs the physical pain I feel down below. Everything gets hazy and after we're done, he passes out almost immediately.