5 comments/ 23064 views/ 27 favorites Meeting Velma Dinkley By: Spurtulator The premise of this story is that Scooby Doo is not a cartoon, but a reality show. * It's been said that there are two types of men -- the type who would choose Mary Ann or the type who would choose Ginger from Gilligan's Island. I guess I'm the Mary Ann type. My buddies and I would have the same debate over Velma and Daphne from Scooby-Doo. I love the reality show Scooby-Doo, and I never miss it when it's on TV. The show follows the adventures of two guys and two girls who are in their early twenties along with their faithful dog as they attempt to solve mysteries while being followed by a TV crew. It's a fun concept and the characters are all enjoyable. My buddies make fun of me for preferring Velma over the gorgeous red-head Daphne. After all, Daphne has model good-looks with her long red hair and an incredible body that she always shows off in a tight mini-skirt. Don't get me wrong, I think Daphne is hot. But there is something about Velma that intrigues me. I find her to have a cute, yet nerdy look. Velma always wears baggy clothes so you aren't sure if she is a little chubby or just hiding a nicely curved body. My buddies say she is just a dumpy plain-Jane. I disagree. There is just something I find attractive about her. Maybe it's because I'm more comfortable with a "real" girl than an unattainable super model. Velma has relatives in the small town I live in. It's been rumored that she comes back and visits with them from time to time. I've never had the good fortune of seeing her. That was until I went out for lunch one day. It was too nice a day to go to work, so I decided to call out "sick." It was a beautifully sunny day in March, despite the cold. Perfect for a bowl of soup and a small sandwich at Fripp's Bakery before enjoying the crisp winter day. Fripp's is a small bakery/coffee house in a row of old houses built in the mid 1800's. It has a rustic charm and the food is delicious. With its old, hard-wood floors, deep window sills, and wooden counter, the building appears to have been an old general store back when it was first built in 1853. It was converted to have a cozy eating area with about ten small tables and a pair of well-cushioned chairs next to the large picture window that looked out onto the porch. It's one of those tucked away, well-kept secrets. When I entered the little restaurant I looked around to see most of the tables were empty. It was a few minutes before 11 am, so it was typical for a late morning on a weekday. There was only one patron in the restaurant; a brunette sitting alone in the corner, sipping a cup of coffee. Being the only customer in the restaurant, she caught my attention. There was no mistaking her brown hair cut into that distinctive bob along with her thick-rimmed glasses and the baggy turtleneck sweater that she usually wore. It was Velma Dinkley from Scooby-Doo! She looked up from the book she was reading as I entered. We briefly made eye contact and I acknowledged her with a slight nod. She just looked back down to her book without acknowledging me as I walked to the counter. I glanced back at her while I stood at the counter to place my order - a bowl soup and an egg salad sandwich. I couldn't resist sitting at a table next to Velma's. My heart was fluttering with nerves. She's a celebrity and I had somewhat of a crush on her. She looked up as I sat down with my food. "Nice day, isn't it?" I asked. "Quite." She replied, glancing at me warily. "I'm sure you get this a lot, but I love your show...." Velma visibly cringed before interrupting me. "Look, I know Daphne is totally hot. I know that she's prettier than me. And whatever Shaggy and I have done is none of your business. Got that?" She snapped angrily. An uncomfortable silence hung for a long moment. "I, I'm really sorry. I just wanted to say that I'm a fan of yours." I apologized, taken aback by her angry outburst. Velma stared down at her book for a moment; her face flushed with anger. Slowly her anger simmered down into contrition for her outburst. "I'm really sorry. You probably didn't deserve that. You have no idea how many people want to ask me about Daphne. How hot she is and how they cruelly tell me I'm not as pretty she is. How they rudely ask me if Shaggy and I have 'done it.' It gets to be a bit much after awhile. I guess my defenses automatically come up anymore when a stranger approaches me asking about the show." She said, hanging her head repentantly and avoiding eye contact. "I'm really sorry to bother you. You're here just trying to simply enjoy your meal and some star struck stranger intrudes on your privacy. I should have been more considerate." I said apologetically. "Star struck?" Velma grinned as she looked over at me. "Yea, I have to admit I really enjoy your character on the show." "I'm not just some character. I'm a real person. It's the real me that you see." She grinned. "Well, you're my favorite person on the show. I never miss it." "Not Daphne?" She asked. "No, I think you're really cute." I boldly replied, wondering if I had gone a little too far. "Cute, huh? I don't think I've ever heard that one. So, are you a Velma groupie?" She teased, her eyes narrowed behind her thick-rimmed glasses as she stared me down. "Uh....,well." I just sputtered. Velma just giggled. She seemed to enjoy the compliment and was thankful that I wasn't asking a bunch of rude questions about Daphne. "I didn't know I had a groupie out there. I thought they were all reserved for Daphne." She said wistfully. "Well, I guess I'm your groupie. I'm Michael, by the way." I said blushing. "Michael, it's nice to meet you." She said, extending her hand to shake mine. Her hand felt soft and warm. I held it for a moment and I gazed into her pretty brown eyes like a star struck kid. "Can I pay for your meal? It's the least I can do for a fan I treated so rudely." She smiled. "Actually, I was going to make the same offer to you." "Well far be it for me to turn you down, Michael. I have to take advantage of my fans when I can. It seems like I have so few." She said with a pensive smile. "I don't believe that." I said sympathetically as we continued to eat. "Well, I guess I do have a few fans out there. I just don't hear about them as much as Daphne does. I guess when I compare myself to the popularity that Fred and Daphne have it can be a bit of a blow to what little ego I have. Hell, it seems like the damn dog has more fans than I do. It's just human nature to focus on the bad, the people who hurt your feelings." "Well, I'm one of your fans and it's certainly nice meeting you." "Why thank you." She smiled We continued to make small talk, even after our meals were finished. We talked about mystery books we'd read and how the town had mostly remained the same all these years. As we talked, my eyes wandered down to her legs. She was wearing her trademark wool skirt and orange knee socks. Pure geek chick chic. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs as we chatted, giving me an occasional flash of her thighs. Her legs were a little thick but quite nice. Unfortunately her shifting wasn't enough to give me a flash of her panties, just a nice flash of her thighs. But it was enough to pique my interest. My mind kept wandering to what was hidden underneath that skirt. As we continued talking, the lunch crowd began to arrive. The tables were becoming occupied with patrons and they were whispering while glancing over at Velma. I could tell she was beginning to become uncomfortable by the unwanted attention from the other customers. "Well, I think I should get going. The place is beginning to get crowded and I'm sure they want to use my table." Velma said "Can I walk you out?" I offered. "Sure, that would be nice. I actually walked here. My aunt and uncle live a couple of blocks away on Beech Street." She smiled. "That's not far from my place. I live close by." I said, thankful for the coincidence. I paid for both of our meals at the counter and we headed out into the bright sunlight. The temperature had actually dropped since I entered the restaurant. It was deceptively cold despite the shining sun, and the wind had picked up a bit. Velma walked ahead of me as a gust caught her skirt, blowing it up to give me a brief glimpse of the back of her thighs. She was underdressed for the biting cold with her short wool skirt and sweater. "Jinkies, it is cold out here." She said turning to look at me as she shivered. "My place is just down the street. If you want we can go inside and I can drive you the rest of the way to your uncle's place to avoid the cold, if you like?" "Sounds like a good idea." She replied. We entered my house after a short walk. It was a modest row home in the quaint old neighborhood. We were both thankful to escape the cold. "Care to sit down for a bit? I can make you a cup of hot chocolate or tea if you like?" I offered. "That sounds nice. I'm not in a hurry to be anywhere." Velma said as she turned to sit on the small couch in my living room. As she sat down, her skirt bunched at her waist, causing it to ride a bit too high above her knees for her comfort. She hastily pulled at the hem, trying to straighten it out and conceal her legs. But not before I caught another flash of her bare thighs. "Hot chocolate will be fine, thank you." She replied, cheerily, thankful to be out of the cold. I came back from the kitchen with two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate. I handed Velma her mug. As I sat down beside her as I stole another glance at her body, trying to look at the curves hidden by her baggy sweater. "Thank you." She said with a big smile as she sipped at her hot chocolate. "You're more than welcome." "So, did you like what you saw?" She asked with a sly grin. "Uh, what do you mean?" "I think you know full well. Don't think I haven't noticed you leering at my legs and chest. You've been doing it since we met at the restaurant. Remember, I am a detective of sorts. I notice my surroundings and people's behavior." "I....I'm really sorry." I said, feeling my face grow hot and red with embarrassment. "Don't be. It's flattering, and you're cute." She said. As she leaned close, she whispered into my ear, "Would you like to see more?" Completely caught off guard, I could only nod my head enthusiastically like a smitten school boy. She wriggled on the cushion letting her skirt ride high up her thighs, just high enough to give me a glance of the very edge of her panties. "I bet you want more?' She said, her voice becoming husky as she squirmed next to me. "Yes, yes." I gasped, completely caught off guard. "It was quite a turn on, having you stare at me like that. I liked the way you looked at me." She whispered. She got up from the couch, pivoting to face me. As she stood in front of me, she reached around behind her waist. I could hear the sound of the zipper sliding down. Her skirt loosened as she let it drop down around her ankles onto the floor, revealing a tiny pair of white, low-rise, string bikini panties. They were barely big enough to cover her mysterious little patch. Her legs may have been a little thick, but they were still shapely and attractive. Her thighs and calves curved nicely. I could only stare at those white panties, mesmerized by the tiny triangle of white fabric. "You want to see more?" She purred. I could barely manage a "yes." She had me in the palm of her hand and was enjoying every moment of it. She gripped the hem of her sweater and pulled it up. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. My eyes widened as I watched the sweater slide up to expose her surprisingly flat belly. Her sweater continued to give up its secret as it slipped up her body to reveal a white bra concealing her very large, round breasts. Somehow she managed to pull it over her head without losing her glasses. She stood there for a moment as she enjoyed letting me stare at her body. She kicked aside her skirt and dropped her sweater. She was wearing just her bra, panties, and a pair of orange knee socks. Her breasts were very firm, despite their size. Her waist was a little thick, but not fat, flaring nicely to curve over her wide hips. "More?" She managed between ragged breaths. She was just as excited by all this as I was. "Please!" I begged. She stepped toward me, straddling me as I sat on the couch, letting her hands rest on my shoulders. She brought her face close as she softly kissed my mouth. I let my lips part as her tongue apprehensively slipped inside to meet mine. I could feel her body trembling slightly against me. Her nervousness made it even more exciting. "You like?' She breathlessly asked as she pulled back for a moment. "Very." I whispered as I placed my hands on her bare hips. Her skin felt warm and smooth. As she continued to kiss me, her breathing became rough and heavy. Her kisses grew more confident as her tongue explored and weaved around mine. My hands roamed along the softness of her body as I returned her kiss, our tongues parrying into each other's mouth as I reached around to find the clasp of her bra. As I unhooked it she arched back, letting the straps slide down from her shoulders as I let my lips drag down her chin, kissing her neck as her bra fell away. Velma purred as I let my mouth continue down to her bare chest, kissing her ample cleavage. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and the pounding of her heart against my lips as I tenderly kissed her flesh. She was every bit as excited and turned on as I was. Dragging my lips along her breast, I found her protruding nipple. I parted my lips to let my tongue swirl around the hardening flesh. As my tongue played with it, Velma gasped, encouraging me as I gently sucked the peak of her breast into my warm, wanton mouth. My lips circled around the tip. I sucked as my tongue alternately whorled and flicked over the lengthening bud. Her nipples grew to full attention as she gasped and wriggled with pleasure. Her thighs clamped around my waist as I fervently sucked and licked one nipple while gently rolling the tip of the other between my thumb and forefinger, the pink nub strained to its full length. "Oh fuck yea." She groaned as she tried grinding her crotch into my lap. Her body was rocking in time with my sucking and licking. I alternated from one breast to the other, giving each one equal attention. "Jinkies, my pussy is aching." She managed in a ragged voice. She pulled back and stood up on the couch, placing one foot on the cushion and the other on the arm of the sofa to bring her crotch right to my face. The white cotton of her panties clung to her skin, moist from her excitement and leaving very little to my imagination, but still just enough mystery. "Run your tongue over it." She gasped. I put my hands on her bare thighs as I let the tip of my tongue run over the fabric covering her pussy. The seam to her pussy became more pronounced through the dampening cloth as I ran my tongue along her slit. Up and down as she rocked her hips. "Do you want to see what's underneath?" "Yes!" I nodded. "Rip them off." She said with a salacious grin. I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband and started to pull her panties down when she grabbed my hands, stopping me. "No. I said rip them off." She demanded. Tightly grasping the thin elastic band, I gave it a firm tug. I heard the sound of threads straining and popping as Velma arched back against the force of my pulling. A second quick yank tore the seams of the fabric, leaving me with a fistful of moist, white cloth. Velma stood before me, naked except for her orange knee socks. The dark, wispy hairs of her little patch were matted with her juices. She grasped the back of my head with the palm of her hand, pushing my face to her mound. Her lips flared apart as her excitement dripped from her soft folds. Her large clit stood expectant of the attention that I was more than willing to give. As she pulled me to her, my mouth grazed against the lips to her opening. Her juices coated my lips and chin. I put my hands on her ass as I licked her erect nub of flesh. Velma's hips were rocking as she moaned gutturally. Her head was arched back and she was thrusting against my tongue. She was overcome with lust and was practically fucking my mouth as I sucked and licked her erect clit. Her groans came in short little bursts and her eyes were clenched with a lustful grimace. Her fingers were curled in my hair, refusing to let me break away, not that I had any desire to. Her body was quivering as she was losing control. "Oh fuck yea!" she exclaimed before she exhaled a hoarse cry. Her body shook as she fought to keep her balance. I gripped her waist to help keep her from falling. I could feel her pussy pulsing and spasming against my tongue as she continued to grind against my mouth as she came. My face was slathered with her juices as little rivulets ran down my chin. As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto my lap, resting her face against my chest, pleasantly spent. "Oh my God that incredible! I never knew it would be like this to have a groupie." She grinned. I wiped my face as I leaned in and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss, warm and affectionate. "Your turn." Velma smiled. She got up from my lap and sat back down on the ottoman in front of me, pulling on my hand to encourage me to stand up. She smiled as she looked up at me. "Get undressed. I want to watch you strip down naked." She said. She leaned back on her elbows on the large ottoman, crossing her legs. I pulled off my sweater and tossed it aside. I was nervous, yet turned-on as her eyes played over me. I avoided her gaze as my fingers tremulously fumbled to unclasp the button to my jeans. Once they were unbuttoned, I pulled them down along with my boxers. The waistband pulled my hard cock down; causing it to pop back up like a catapult once it was free of the elastic band. It bounced up and down as Velma watched me undress. "Very nice, Michael." Velma grinned. She watched intently as I took off my shoes and socks, kicking my clothes into a pile on the floor. "Enjoying the show?" I asked. "Of course. It's the first time I've had a self-declared groupie strip for me. Now, come here." She said She sat back up as I shuffled closer. My cock bobbed with each beat of my pulse as she brought her face to my drooling tip. Lowering her mouth, she placed her hands on my hips. With one long lick, her tongue snaked from the back of my balls, across my sack, and up my shaft, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Using the very tip of her tongue, she flicked and teased the sensitive underside of my thick head. My cock bounced and rolled with the short little flicks of her tongue. I thought I was going to explode right then and there. She circled her thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft. Her tongue circled around the swollen, purple head. I was swaying, fighting to keep my balance as her tongue swirled around my thickened knob. She went back to licking my balls, gently sucking each one into her mouth as her tongue rolled it. Her tongue explored behind my balls, taking long licks with the flat of her tongue before finding her way back up the shaft to the tip. "Don't come just yet." She cautioned as she arched her body to bring my cock to the cleavage between her large breasts. She pushed them together with her hands to bury my cock in her soft flesh. I rocked my hips slightly as she moved her breasts in time with her hands. I was fucking the soft fold between her breasts as her tongue flicked at the weeping tip each time it reappeared. My thrusts became more deliberate, almost frantic as my balls ached to release. Meeting Velma Dinkley "No, no, no. Not just yet, Michael." She said firmly as she released my cock from between her breasts. I was panting as I stood before her. "Take a moment to regain your control." She demanded as she tightly gripped the tip of my cock in her fist, trying to calm me down as clear precum oozed from her grasp down the back of her hand. "You're incredible." I moaned. "Hotter than Daphne?" "God yes, you are far hotter than Daphne." I gasped. "Ah, the right answer. Do you want more?" She grinned. "Yes, yes." I begged. "More as in you'd like to fuck me? To fuck me like a groupie would?" She said with a new found confidence. She lay back on the ottoman. Velma's thighs spread with her feet on the floor. Her head hung over the edge, causing her to arch her back. Her breasts splayed to the side slightly, but still managed to appear large and firm even while she was lying on her back. Her erect nipples pointed up like two long pencil erasers. I knelt between her thighs, teasing her clit with the head of my penis. Up and down I probed the petals of her opening with the thick knob at the end of my cock; her fluid coated the tip and dripped down my shaft. "Mmmmmmm, enough teasing. You know what we both want." She gasped. With a single, forceful thrust I pushed between the folds to her opening, going deep inside. She gave a soft cry as the entire length of my penis penetrated into the warmth of her pussy. She felt so soft and incredibly wet as her walls tightly clenched my cock. She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tightly into her. She held me there for a moment, just to relish in the sensation of being filled. She loosened her grip around my body, allowing me to swing my hips back. I began the rhythmic motion of rocking back and forth. Starting slowly and enjoying the feel of her body before building up to a steady rhythm. "Faster, please Michael." Velma managed to exclaim between gasps and moans. She spread her thighs wider to allow me to pump faster, leaving her feet dangling off to the side. Her feet swayed each time she pushed her hips to meet my thrusts. Her breasts jiggled at the end of each thrust when our bodies slapped against each other. The ottoman creaked in time with each push of my hips, matched by our gasps and moans. "Fuck yes Michael! Pump me hard. Pump me hard!" I fucked on with reckless abandon. Pistoning in and out of her sopping wet pussy as fast as I could. The ottoman squeaked vehemently as it strained against our wildly writhing bodies. Velma had reached down and was fervently circling her clit with her middle finger as her head arched back, eyes tightly scrunched shut behind her thick glasses. My thighs were burning from the exertion and I could feel my orgasm roiling in my balls. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. With a long guttural groan, I gave one final push, filling her completely with my cock as my orgasm came in a gush of hot fluid. I leaned forward, resting my body on Velma's to keep from falling over. It all pushed her over the brink as her body wildly undulated. She was gasping and muscles in her legs flexed as I could feel her walls tighten against my hard shaft. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tightly as she rode out the turbulence of her own orgasm. Her heart thudded heavily against my chest as she gripped my body tightly. Slowly the beating of her heart and her breathing returned to a calmer pace. We kissed each other deeply as we basked in the glow of our pleasure. As we relaxed, Velma looked around at the clock. "Michael, I'm sorry but I need to get up." We got up on and began to get dressed. I was taking my time to get dressed, but she seemed to be a bit hurried. I grinned as she pulled her wool skirt back on, panty-less underneath, leaving them on the floor. "Michael, I have to go. I need to get back to my uncle's place so I can pack to catch a plane back home this afternoon." She repeated. She's leaving? I thought to myself as I felt my heart sink a bit. I quickly finished dressing and grabbed the keys to my car. We went to the garage and I drove the few blocks to her uncle's house. I could feel my disappointment growing when she pointed out her uncle's house and I brought the car to a stop in their driveway. Velma leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek before opening the door. "Wait, will I see you again?" I called out before she closed the door. "Sure, when you tune into the show." She joked back. "Seriously, I want to see you again." I called out. "Don't worry, I know where you live." Velma said as she closed the car door. I just watched as she scurried to the door, the wind blowing her skirt around. I admit I was hoping for one last flash of her ass, but I am hoping even more that she will stop by the town again.