“I am woman, out of man. Well, out of you, anyway.”
“You have a name?”
“No, no name. You have one?”
“Yeah, I’m called Adam. As you came to me in the night, I’ll call you Eve. Good job
you got here at night. If you’d been later I’d have had to call you Dawn and that would
have messed everything up.” This is actually the first, and possibly last time, the woman
was on time for anything.
“Everything – how do you mean?” Eve asked him.
“Well, in future generations we’re going to be famous, but as Adam and Eve, so if
you’d been late and I had called you Dawn, then everything in the future would have been
wrong.”
“Are you always like this?” Asked Eve, still looking longingly into Adam’s bleary
eyes. She also could not help but notice the twelve inch floppy thing between his legs. It
was something she knew she did not have and it intrigued her.
“Yep, usually. It’s how I cope with the big man.”
“The big man?”
“Yeah. He’s called God, or the Almighty, but I call Him the big man. You’ll know
when He’s around – the trees rustle in the wind and the animals all run for cover. Me, I
just stand here and listen to my knees knocking. So, stand up and lets have a look at you,
Eve.”
Eve did as she was told, her shapely, muscular body shining brightly in the night
light of God’s creation (now called the Moon).
“You look good. I would like to touch you,” said Adam.
“Thank fuck for that!” A distant voice rumbled over the nearby mountains.
“What was that?” Eve seemed startled
“Just God. He does that occasionally.”
“What is fuck?”
“I have no idea. Next time I see God, I’ll ask him. Do you mind if I touch you?”
“Okay. Yes, you can touch me, but only if I can touch you.”
“Okay,” said Adam, standing up and walking up to Eve. Gently he placed his arm
around her shoulder and she reciprocated. He looked down at her bronzed, shiny face as she
looked up at his bronzed, shiny face and he smiled. Adam liked what he saw. He liked the
blonde curls in her head of hair and the blonde curls of hair that formed in a sort of V
shape at the top of her legs. Then he bent forward and Eve reached up to meet him.
Thus was born the noble and ancient art of necking and petting. Adam spent a good
time exploring Eve’s lips with his own, tasting the fresh scent of her newly created body,
gently prising her lips open as his tongue sought out the delicate taste of her unused
mouth. As he kissed her, so his hands explored her body as best they could.
Before long, Adam had touched every inch of Eve’s body. Her face, arms, shoulders,
back, the two large mounds of flesh on her chest – mounds which were much larger than his
own well-toned chest muscles – and her stomach. Adam had caressed them all. Then he knelt
down and touched Eve’s legs and feet, and carelessly began to trail his hand up the inside
of one of Eve’s legs. Eve shuddered and pulled away.
“You don’t like that?” Adam asked, concern in his voice.
“It feels strange and makes me feel hot.”
In the distance the voice of God rumbled over the mountains.
“What did he say this time?” Eve asked.
“I think he said you were supposed to feel hot down there.”
“Oh, so it is alright then?”
“I guess so.”
Eve relaxed a little and parted her legs so Adam could ride his hand up her silken
legs with greater ease. There was no need to rush, after all this was the beginning of
Creation itself, there was no one else around, apart from God, to interrupt them, and even
the animals seemed not to want to get too close. This was their moment – a time for mutual
exploration.
Eve shuddered again when Adam’s hand lightly glided over her maiden sex lips. She
felt weak at the knees with anticipation as his hand stroked her sex softly. Adam felt the
twelve inch monster between his legs stir and stiffen as he continued to stroke the woman.
It intrigued him that his twelve inch floppy thing should react in this way – after all he
was only touching another living creature.
The other living creature purred softly as her arousal increased with each touch on
her lips. Then Adam decided to gently part the lips and discover what lay beyond.
Delicately he pulled Eve’s sex lips apart and slotted his finger into the warm, damp hole
beneath.
Eve moaned as he slid his finger into her about half an inch. There was an
obstruction there and Adam did not push any further. Instead he withdrew his finger and
put it up to his nostrils to sniff the moisture. He noticed it was a strange smell, not
unappealing but strange.
“Did you like me touching you?” Adam asked her softly.
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