Evan stood at the front door, his knuckles rapping against the wood in three measured knocks that echoed through the quiet suburban evening, the air thick with the scent of freshly mown grass and distant barbecue smoke drifting from a neighbor's yard. Mara's father, a broad-shouldered man with salt-and-pepper hair and a hearty laugh, swung the door open wide, pulling Evan into an immediate conversation about college classes and the latest RPG supplements that had them both leaning against the hallway wall. The hour stretched on as they discussed character builds and campaign twists, Evan's gentle voice steady while his mind drifted to the game table visible just beyond in the living room, its scattered dice and handwritten notes stirring a quiet anticipation in his chest.

Mara lingered upstairs in her bedroom, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating the scattered poetry notebooks and the half-unzipped dress she was easing over her slender hips, the fabric whispering against her smooth skin as she adjusted the low neckline that hugged the swell of her breasts. She could hear the muffled voices below, her father's booming tone mixing with Evan's thoughtful replies, and a warm flush spread across her cheeks at the thought of their first official date finally beginning after weeks of lingering glances across that same game table. Her fingers traced the edge of her panties, adjusting them with a slow tug that sent a subtle tingle through her core, her imagination already weaving intimate scenes of how their shared stories might soon mirror something far more physical and raw.

Downstairs, the conversation finally wound down with a firm handshake, and Evan turned toward the living room where Mara appeared at the base of the stairs, her eyes locking onto his with that imaginative spark that always drew him in. They paused by the game table, the polished wood cool under their fingertips as they leaned in to review a last-minute note from their last session, their hands brushing in a tender, accidental glide that sent electric pulses up Evan's arm and made Mara's breath catch softly in her throat. The contact lingered a beat too long, his thumb grazing the back of her hand with deliberate gentleness, the air between them humming with unspoken tension as the faint scent of her vanilla perfume mingled with the earthy aroma of the wooden minis scattered across the map.

Their words shifted naturally from the campaign's unfolding plot to deeper dreams, Mara describing her ambitions to publish immersive fantasy novels that captured raw human desires while Evan spoke of building a stable future in literature, one where he could protect and cherish someone like her through life's uncertainties. "I see us married one day, you know," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to where their fingers still touched, the warmth of her skin against his igniting a protective fire in his gut, "with our own table like this, but filled with more than just stories." Mara smiled, her pulse quickening as she squeezed his hand, the shared vision pulling them closer, her body responding with a subtle ache between her thighs that she hid behind a playful laugh about future character sheets intertwined with wedding vows.

Finally stepping outside for their walk, the evening breeze caressed their faces as they left the house behind, but the game table's pull drew them back momentarily for one last adjustment to the notes, hands brushing again in that charged way that made Evan's cock stir faintly in his jeans and Mara's nipples tighten against the thin fabric of her dress. They talked more of careers and marriage, the conversation weaving through laughter and soft confessions, until the night air thickened with the promise of what their slow-burn connection might ignite next, every shared glance heavy with the weight of desires yet to be explored in vivid, intimate detail.

They continued down the winding path behind the house, the suburban streets fading into a secluded grove of trees where their secret hideaway awaited, a small clearing sheltered by overhanging branches and soft moss underfoot that felt cool and inviting against their skin as the evening light dimmed to a warm haze. The conversation about careers and marriage lingered in the air, but the tension from those brushed hands at the game table had built into something undeniable, pulling them closer until Evan stopped and pulled Mara into his arms, their lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of shared anticipation and the faint sweetness of her vanilla perfume mixing with his clean, masculine scent. Her hands roamed feverishly over his chest, tugging at his shirt buttons until it slipped off his shoulders, revealing the lean muscle beneath, and she dropped to her knees on the soft earth, her fingers working open his pants to free his very big cock, thick and veined, already hardening with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

Mara leaned in without hesitation, her warm breath ghosting over the swollen head before her tongue flicked out to taste him, swirling around the crown with slow, deliberate licks that made his shaft twitch against her lips, the salty tang of his precum coating her tongue as she moaned softly and took him deeper into her mouth. She kissed along the length, her hand stroking the base while her lips pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to the heavy balls, sucking gently on one then the other, her saliva dripping down to slick his skin as Evan groaned above her, his fingers threading through her hair. The raw intimacy of it sent waves of heat through her untouched body, her pussy clenching with need, wetness already soaking her panties as she worshipped his cock with long, sloppy strokes of her tongue from root to tip, feeling it throb and grow even larger in her mouth.

Rising to her feet, Mara let Evan take control, his hands sliding the straps of her dress down her arms until the fabric pooled at her waist, exposing her full tits with hardened nipples that he cupped and squeezed, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks before he lifted her dress completely over her head and let it fall away. He knelt briefly to peel off her panties, revealing her smooth, virgin cunt, puffy lips glistening with arousal, and he stood to press his very big dick against her entrance, the broad head nudging her slick folds as she wrapped her legs around his waist. With a slow, steady thrust, he pushed inside her for the very first time, stretching her tight, untouched pussy around his thick length, inch by inch sinking deeper until he was buried to the hilt, her walls gripping him like a velvet fist while she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back.

"Oh god, Evan, it's so big," she gasped, her voice thick with emotion as her body adjusted to the fullness, the stinging stretch blooming into a throbbing ache of desire that made her hips rock against him instinctively. He started moving then, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming forward again, fucking her deep and hard and raw against the tree trunk, his cock pounding into her cunt with rhythmic force that sent wet, squelching sounds echoing through the hideaway, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls with every thrust. "You're mine now," he growled, dirty talk spilling out as his hands gripped her ass, spreading her wider for deeper penetration, "this pussy belongs to me forever." Mara moaned louder, her tits bouncing with each powerful drive, her clit grinding against his pubic bone as he angled his hips to hit that sensitive spot inside her over and over, the raw friction making her walls flutter and clench around him.

They didn't stop, Evan lowering her to the mossy ground without pulling out, their bodies tangled as he continued thrusting relentlessly, her legs hooked over his shoulders to allow even deeper access, his very big dick spearing into her soaked pussy with bruising intensity that left her screaming his name, juices squirting around his cock with every withdrawal. Sweat slicked their skin, the air heavy with the scent of sex and earth, her untouched cunt now thoroughly claimed and reddened from the pounding, inner muscles spasming as orgasms rippled through her, milking his shaft until he pumped load after thick load of cum deep into her womb. They kept going for what felt like hours, switching positions with her on top riding him hard, grinding down to take every inch while he sucked her tits, then him taking her from behind, balls slapping against her clit as he fucked her raw until both were certain his seed had taken root, her belly destined to swell with his children as she became his forever in that moment of shared, primal release.