Purple Passion's Revenge

Eevee Grüngarten was having a good day. Worship that morning was especially uplifting, the pastor’s message touched her soul, and she was walking home from church with a new friend.

She had found him standing beside the refreshment table after the service, glancing around nervously and clutching a cup of coffee. He wore jeans, a short-sleeved dress shirt, and an expression of mild terror.

Eevee approached him and held out a hand. “Welcome,” she said. “Are you new?”

“Eevee,” he replied.

She blinked and withdrew her hand. “How do you know my name?”

The young man instantly forgot his social anxiety. “Your parents named you after a Pokémon?”

Eevee giggled. “What? No, of course not. It’s a nickname.”

“I was looking at your bracelet,” said the young man, pointing at the Pokémon charm dangling from her wrist. He smiled apologetically. “I remembered its name and just kind of blurted it out. I didn’t know it was your name, too. Sorry to make it weird.”

“Weird is fine,” she assured him. “I don’t mind weird.”

With that, they were friends.

The young man’s name was Adán Flores. He was Mexican, and had just moved to Oasis City to work at his cousin’s restaurant. He was more into The Lord of the Rings and The Legend of Zelda than Pokémon, but Eevee could live with that.

They strolled down the sidewalk, past rows of palm trees and clusters of pink bougainvillea. The sky was a deep, clear blue. Shops and apartment buildings shimmered in a heat haze, their windows diamond-bright in the noonday sun.

Eevee sneaked glances at her new friend. He was literally tall, dark, and handsome. When he smiled, his teeth gleamed against his black hair and brown skin. He smiled a lot now that he felt at ease.

Nothing could possibly ruin this perfect Sunday.

“Well, here’s my stop,” said Adán.

It was Eevee’s own building.

“This is where I live!” she blurted. Then, as the situation sank in, she turned red with embarrassment—so red behind her freckles that she looked like a strawberry. “You’re on the top floor?” she asked in a teeny, tiny voice.

“Yeah, I just moved in yesterday.” Then, as he remembered the night before, it was Adán’s turn to blush. “Oh. Oh. I see.”

She was his unseen neighbor, whose gasps and moans had driven him to pleasure himself until he came all over the kitchen floor. He had trespassed on her self-love, and he had enjoyed it.

Awkward.

“I’m so sorry!” said Eevee. “I thought your apartment was empty! I wasn’t having sex or anything, I was just, um….” She lowered her voice. “I was touching myself. Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I feel like such a freak.”

Pulling herself together, she smiled bravely. “Well, Adán, now that you’ve heard me in the throes of carnal passion, I guess it’s goodbye forever now. I’m sorry to ruin your weekend. Have a good life!”

She meant to run away and hide her shame until the heat death of the universe, but before she could escape, Adán put an awkward hand on her arm.

“Wait, Eevee. It’s okay. Really. It’s okay! It’s okay to be sexy. God made you sexy—sexual, I mean—but you are sexy, too! Sexy and sexual. Dios mío, I’m bad at this. English isn’t my first language. Eevee, you are sexual and you are sexy, and that’s okay. It’s normal to touch yourself. You’re not a freak. I know that. If you were a freak, I’d be one, too.”

Realizing what he had just confessed, Adán blushed even darker.

Eevee held out a hand. “We can both be freaks. Friends?”

“Friends,” he said, and took her hand.

Later that evening, Eevee found an envelope slid beneath her apartment door. Inside was a note.

Hey Eevee, Adán here! Starting tonight, I work six nights a week. I’ve enclosed a copy of my work schedule to let you know when I’ll be gone. This way you can make all the noise you want, and you won’t have to feel awkward about it! Thank you for welcoming me to your church this morning. It’s hard to be somewhere new, far from home, surrounded by strangers, an outsider, a misfit. I’m so glad you reached out to me, and I’m thankful to have you as a neighbor. God bless you, Eevee. Have fun! Adán

Hey Eevee,

Adán here! Starting tonight, I work six nights a week. I’ve enclosed a copy of my work schedule to let you know when I’ll be gone. This way you can make all the noise you want, and you won’t have to feel awkward about it!

Thank you for welcoming me to your church this morning. It’s hard to be somewhere new, far from home, surrounded by strangers, an outsider, a misfit. I’m so glad you reached out to me, and I’m thankful to have you as a neighbor.

God bless you, Eevee. Have fun!

Adán

Eevee held the note to her breast and let out a shuddering sigh of relief. Then, after pinning the schedule to her bulletin board, she stripped naked and glared down at her pussy. “This is all your fault,” she said, giving it an accusatory poke. It was already wet. “Tonight, you’re getting the pounding of your life. Cower before the purple terror! Now where’d I leave the damn thing?”

Two is a party, three is a crowd.

In the following weeks, Adán and Eevee exchanged smiles in the hallway, texts over the phone, and sneaky glances when each thought the other wasn’t looking.

Eevee was a lovely person, Adán decided. In a city of uncaring strangers, she made him feel at home. Any time he began to feel self-conscious or insecure, she said something silly or geeky that put him back at ease.

She was pretty, too, from her short brown hair to the freckles running riot over her petite frame. He couldn’t help but notice her curves, either. Her perky little breasts weredistractingly cute. Adán’s gaze sometimes lingered on her graceful hips, too. There was something puckish about Eevee; she was like an elf or a mischievous fairy, cheerful and full of energy.

When Eevee finally gathered the courage to ask him over for tea and Mario Kart, Adán felt a kaleidoscopic mess of emotions: happiness, excitement, nervousness, insecurity, physical attraction, mild nausea, and an irritating prickle of sexual desire. He couldn’t forget Eevee’s yells and moans on that first night.

His family wasn’t helping. “Be sure to take a thank-you gift,” urged his mother in Spanish over the phone. “Wear your nice guayabera, the blue one. And brush your teeth!”

His cousin, who owned the restaurant, was worse. “If you want to impress theseñorita, don’t talk about video games. Or dragons. Or Dragon Ball Z. Maybe don’t talk at all. How are you at kissing?”

Adán balled up a napkin and threw it at him.

“That bad, eh?” quipped his cousin.

It was finally Adán’s night off. He brushed his teeth, put on his blue guayabera, gathered Eevee’s thank-you gift, and tried not to think about kissing.

Eevee met him at the door. “I love your shirt!” she said, plucking at his sleeve. “What did you say it’s called? A guava berry?”

“Close enough,” he said. “Here, for you.”

“Fancy cookies!” she exclaimed. “These’ll go great with the tea!”

They ate and drank and talked about dragons. So far, so good. Moving to the sofa, they turned on Eevee’s Nintendo and fired up the latest Mario Kart game.

It was then that Adán felt something poking his lower back. He shifted on the sofa. That was better.

Halfway through the second race, though, it prodded him again. Pausing the game, he apologized, stood up, and rooted around in the sofa cushions until he found the offending object.

It was a purple dildo, warm from his own body heat, and faintly sticky.

Adán glanced at Eevee. She wore an expression of horror, blushing so strongly he could almost feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“Here,” he said, offering the purple terror. “This is for you.” She took it in a daze. He added, “I’m, um, going to wash my hands. May I use your bathroom?”

With the bathroom door shut and locked, Adán took a deep breath and tried not to burst out laughing. What a moment!

His amusement wasn’t the only thing straining to burst out. Against his jeans, an erection throbbed fiercely. It would not be restrained! It would be free! Its chains would shatter—its prison would crumble—why, his jeans might even leak a little bit of liquid for the rest of the evening.

Adán couldn’t go back out there aroused. Things were already awkward enough. He wanted Eevee to feel comfortable, and that wouldn’t happen if he spent the visit trying to beat down a penis hellbent on escaping his pants.

Besides, his hormones were raging. He wasn’t sure he trusted himself around a sexy young lady in the privacy of her own home. Adán loved God and respected Eevee enough not to risk dishonoring either one. It was his moral and religious duty to rub one out in her bathroom, he told himself, which was the weirdest thing he had said all week.

His erection sprang forth! A slimy strand of semen clung to its tip. Adán wiped it away carefully. He would leave no trace. It would be a perfect crime. He began to stroke, watching himself in the bathroom mirror. Did Eevee watch herself masturbate?

No, no, he told himself. It wasn’t right to picture Eevee naked, standing in front of the mirror, putting one foot up on the toilet for a better view, rubbing her clit as nectar oozed out of her vagina and down her leg.

That did it. White-hot pleasure pulsed through his groin, down his shaft, and out his tip in sticky jets. (Fortunately, he remembered in time to aim into the toilet.) He stroked until his orgasm subsided, peed, flushed, checked the bathroom for stray globs of semen, and then finally washed his hands. The crime scene was clean. Eevee wouldn’t suspect a thing.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he said.

She shook her head. “No, Adán, I’m so sorry. I should have tidied up better. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you feel.”

He flung himself onto the sofa beside her and grabbed his controller. “Are you kidding? That was hilarious!”

Unable to keep a straight face any longer, Adán burst out laughing. Eevee, relieved beyond words, joined him. At last, wiping away tears, they returned to Mario Kart. They had a race to win, after all.

The purple terror stands alone.

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