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Sharing Melissa

By: TessMackenzie



"I want to put dirty pictures of you on the internet."

Melissa stopped eating, and put down her fork, and said, "Dude, for fuck's sake."

Two months ago she'd let Scott talk her into sucking a stranger's cock, and it had ended badly, with him jealous. That had started exactly this way.

"It's just an idea," Scott said.

"A bad one."

"Mel, this isn't like last time."

She looked at him for a moment. "It kind of feels like it."

"It's different. I won't get upset."

"Dude, you kind of said that last time. And then were."

"Yeah, but with this, you won't actually be with anyone. They won't be touching you."

She thought about that. She picked up her fork.

"All right," she said. "So if I believe you, and you're sure won't be a thing, you really, actually want to do this?"

He shrugged.

She took a mouthful, then thought for a while, chewing. "So," she said. "What is it, the same thrill, sharing me, but no jealous?"

"Something like that."

"Like one picture?"

"Or several."

"Doing what?"

"Whatever you like."

"Fucking?"

He looked at her, then shrugged again.

"I'll think about it," she said.

*

Melissa thought about it, and looked at a few websites where people shared dirty photos of themselves, and decided it was a completely stupid idea. There was no way she was going to let him spread pictures of her around the world, with no idea where they might end up or who would see them. Just no way.

"I thought," she said a few nights later, over dinner. "And no. I don't want to."

He nodded slowly.

"Is that okay?" she said.

"It's fine."

"You seem upset."

"Nah, I just... I'd have liked to."

"It's not that I don't want try some more kinky shit, just not this. I don't want someone who knows me seeing, yeah? My mum. Or your mum. Or your dad."

"Yeah," Scott said, like he hadn't thought of that.

"Your dad," she said. "Seriously. That wouldn't be good. We'll do something else, okay?"

"You realize you don't have to show your face? Not if you don't want to."

"Ah, yeah, you dick, and you realize I don't care? I said no."

"All right. Thank you for thinking about it."

"We'll think of something else."

"Okay."

She looked at him and realized he was disappointed. He was being good about it, wasn't pushing, but he'd been excited by this and was disappointed now.

She wondered if there was some compromise they could find.

"What's the appeal?" she said. "Why naked pictures?"

"I'm not sure."

"Because people can see me but not touch?"

"I suppose."

"So not touching is the big thing?"

"I think so. After last time."

She nodded, and ate for a while, thinking.

"We'll work something out," she said. "I promise."

He nodded, and seemed to relax, and she decided he was okay with her saying no.

*

Melissa started thinking more about people looking at her. About being watched, and people wanting her. She couldn't quite decide how much she was into this. A little, she thought. Maybe a lot.

Almost accidentally, she flashed a guy at work. She probably wouldn't have even noticed if she hadn't been thinking about being watched anyway. Usually, at work, if she was wearing heels, she took them off when she was sitting at her desk, and put them back on to go to meetings or lunch. One afternoon, leaning on the edge of her desk, fiddling with the strap on a tricky shoe, she realized that the way she had one leg bent against the other to reach, she might be showing quite a lot of thigh.

Then she realized Thomas, who sat opposite her, was looking.

Sometimes it happened. Sometimes you bent over, and people looked. Some guys were creepy and that was bad. Some weren't and that was better. Thomas was an okay person, and kind of cute, and if he looked now and then he wasn't usually that obvious, so Melissa didn't really care.

He was looking now.

She watched him through her hair, and tried not to be obvious that she was.

He was looking, but might not have completely realized himself. It seemed like it was from habit, because her legs were there. She was fairly sure he didn't know she'd seen him, so she stayed as she was for a moment, trying to work out how it made her feel.

It made her feel good. If she liked the person looking at her, she liked being noticed. She liked the attention.

Now she was doing it, on purpose, it turned out the idea of being looked at was hot.

She started fiddling with her shoes more often, if Thomas was at his desk. She started kneeling the wrong way to get into low filing cabinets, or bending over to hand him something with one too many buttons of her shirt undone. She spent a week flashing Thomas, then decided it was stupid, that soon people would start noticing. This wasn't something to do at work.

She found other ways to be seen instead. She went out with friends and spent the evening crossing her legs, and noticing how people looked when she did. She went for a walk and pulled off her hoodie in front of a stranger and let her shirt come up with it. She went jeans shopping at lunchtime with undies that were to small and see-through to be sensible, and forgot to close the curtains properly in the changing room. She waited for a guy to ask if anyone needed a different size, and handed him the jeans, and stood there while he looked.

Then she got embarrassed and said never mind and left.

She decided she needed to talk to Scott before this went much further.

"So maybe on the being watched," she said to Scott that night, getting ready for bed.

"Okay," he said. "How do you mean?"

"I tried it. I think I like being looked at. So okay on someone else watching us. Maybe."

He was looking at her.

"What?" she said.

"You tried being looked at?"

"Yeah?" she said, and pulled up her tee-shirt and flashed him. "I tried it. So what?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Good." She went and brushed her teeth. When she came back into the bedroom he said, "You really need to tell me a bit more. About the trying it."

"No I don't."

"Please?"

"I just noticed someone perving at me. And I didn't mind it. That's all."

"That's all?"

"Yep. Want sex?"

He grinned at her.

"So yes?" she said.

"Yep," he said, and kissed her neck. "And the rest? Someone watching us have sex?"

"We'll see," she said. "Don't push. Let me decide."

He kept kissing her and didn't answer.

*

Melissa thought about whether this was a good idea. She wanted to try something new, but that she didn't want to so much she'd risk problems with Scott. Scott said he would be fine, but he'd said that last time, and hadn't been, and she wasn't sure she should trust him again to know his own feelings when he might turn out to be completely wrong.

She thought a lot, and all the thinking didn't help, either. She was agitated. She fidgeted, and she had trouble sitting down to do anything. Like being horny, like impatiently waiting for Scott to come home when she planned to jump him, all the time, except that she wasn't even horny at all, not really. She was just thinking about sex too much, trying to decide.

That weekend, she walked around the house in only her underwear, just to see how it felt. To make sure that if they tried this, she wouldn't get embarrassed and suddenly want to stop, and to try and check whether Scott would care. She stood next to the front windows, with the curtains open, in view of the street. Scott watched her. He seemed curious at first. Then he started smirking, like he knew some secret.

"What?" she said.

"You," he said. "You and how you do things."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm into you, that's all."

"Oh," she said, and decided that was good.

Scott kept watching her, but she decided him looking wasn't the same. She liked him looking, but it wasn't the same as a stranger sneaking a glance at her, because he could just stare whenever he wanted to. It didn't have the same thrill as new eyes. It didn't have the same uncertainty either, of not knowing whether a stranger would see terrible flaws and laugh at her.

"Is this because of the thing?" Scott said, after a while.

Melissa looked over. She stayed beside the window. "Maybe," she said.

"Have you decided anything?"

"I'm thinking about it."

He grinned.

"I think I need a push," Melissa said. "I think I need this to just happen. Not to have to plan it out and decide everything first."

"Okay."

"It's kind of cold-blooded, you know? Like this. It worked before, talking about it so much, but it seems weird now."

Scott nodded. "Okay. So what are you saying?"

"That I need a push. Like I said."

"You're sure?"

Melissa stood there. "I think so."

"Really sure?"

"No. But I think so."

Scott thought a moment, then got up and went to the front door. He opened it, and held it open, and said, "Come here."

Melissa hesitated. As far as she could see, there was no-one outside. The street was quiet. It went nowhere and had hardly any cars along it. There were bushes down either side of their front garden, and the house over the road had trees in front of it too. The neighbors wouldn't see her, and if anyone was coming, she'd probably hear voices or feet.

"Why?" she said, suspiciously.

"Just come here."

"I don't know I want to."

"Okay. But if you do, come here."

She stayed where she was. "What're you doing?"

"Giving you a push. Come and stand here."

She went, carefully. She stood in the doorway, topless, mostly bare all over, and looked out at the empty street.

In a weird way, it was quite sexy.

"Okay," she said.

"Go outside," Scott said.

She looked at him, and wondered if she should.

"Dare you," he said.

Melissa hesitated, looked up and down the street, and then stepped outside.

"I'm going to close the door," Scott said.

Melissa stood on the doormat. It was scratchy under her feet. She was almost naked, she only had her underwear on. She folded her arms over her chest.

"Do you want me to?" Scott said.

Melissa didn't look back. "Okay," she said.

Scott shut the door.

Then he locked it.

Melissa heard it lock. She heard it click, and suddenly started to worry.

"Scott," she said quietly, "Hey. Unlock it."

"No."

"Fuck," Melissa said, scared. "Fuck. Open it."

"I'm giving you a push."

Melissa was standing ten feet from the road, with only a lawn between her and anyone who drove past.

"Open the fucking door," she said, angry.

"A push.

"Scott, fuck."

"I'll open it if you want me to," Scott called. "Or the back door's open."

Melissa hesitated, then ran around the side of the house. Scott was at the door, holding it open. Melissa ran inside, and pushed it shut, then leaned on the wall, beside him, and wanted to laugh.

To laugh, or get drunk, or stand there swearing.

"Fuck," she said in the end. "Dude, that wasn't cool."

"I told you I was going to."

"Shut it. Not lock it."

He kept grinning.

"Not make me run around naked."

"You liked it."

"I know, but fuck. Still."

"Was it hot?"

She glared at him, and didn't want to admit it, then said, "Yes."

"How hot?"

She pulled him over, tugged his jeans open and her underwear down, and showed him.

Sex was good, but it didn't ease the faint agitation she felt. She wanted something. She wanted more than suburban pranks and the risk of being seen. She wanted to do something like what Scott had suggested, she just wasn't quite sure if they should.

*

Melissa wandered around in her underwear for another hour, until Scott said, "Just order a pizza and go to the door naked."

"I can't," she said, then stopped and actually thought about it. "Can I?"

"You're hot. The guy won't care."

"You think I'm hot. That's not the same."

"You're a chick. You're naked. Same difference."

She stood there for a moment, looking at him.

"You're hot," he said. "Shit, of course you're hot."

"Careful," she said, but went and ordered a pizza. Then sat on the couch in the lounge, waiting, holding the money ready in her hand. After a few minutes she said, "Topless or naked?"

"What turns you on more?"

She sat there and almost wanted to blush. Or scream. "Naked."

"So naked."

She pulled her undies off, then sat there naked. She was nervous, and turned on, and couldn't think. She actually bit her nails a little.

"Maybe just my tits," she said.

"Whichever you want."

She picked up her underwear, then put them down again. "Naked," she said.

The doorbell rang.

Melissa sat there, and didn't move.

It rang again.

"Are you..." Scott said.

She shook her said, said, "You get it."

He grinned, and kissed her, and took the money from her hand.

Melissa stayed where she was, and listened. She was a few feet from the pizza guy, was really only hidden by a half-closed door.

She couldn't decide what she felt.

Scott came back into the lounge, and put the pizza box on the coffee table, then sat next to Melissa and put his arm around her.

"We don't have to do anything," he said. "Nothing you don't want to."

"It just felt too creepy," Melissa said. "Some poor guy going about his day and then me there in his face."

"He wouldn't have minded."

"He might have."

"I'll bet he wouldn't."

"You don't know that," Melissa said. "And it's wrong. So don't tell me it isn't."

"Okay."

"And don't talk yourself into a hole."

Scott grinned.

"Fuck me?" Melissa said. "Again?"

"Of course."

They had sex on the sofa, and then later ate cold pizza.

*

A few nights later, while they were getting ready for bed, Scott said, "You're worried about the internet because people could keep the pictures, right?"

Melissa thought about that, then nodded. "Yeah, mostly."

"What if we made a dirty movie and I showed someone in person?" Scott said. "Like holding my phone. So he couldn't keep it."

"Ah, why?"

"So it didn't get out. But so he could see you, and you'd know he'd seen you, but he couldn't keep it somehow without us knowing."

Melissa sat there for a while, feeling turned on. "That's awful," she said. "We can't do that."

"Sorry," Scott said. "It was just an idea."

"I'm into it. But it's awful. That you'd even ask me. Isn't it?"

"I don't know. No more than you blowing other men."

"I suppose."

"We don't have to."

"Ah, no. I'm.... Who?"

"I hadn't thought that far. Anyone you like."

"It has to be someone we trust. Who won't talk."

"You're sure? Not a stranger?"

"You're going to just walk up to some guy and say here, look at this porn then give it back?"

"Yeah," he said.

"So it has to be someone we trust not to just run off."

"True."

"And it has to be a guy, too. I don't want another chick comparing herself to me."

"Okay."

"So a friend. One of your friends, basically."

"All right."

"And you have to pretend I don't know he's seeing it."

Scott looked at her. "I don't know."

"You have to. That's like a rule. I don't want everyone knowing I'm the kind of person who lets people watch her dirty movies."

"Ah..."

"Say it. Go on. See what fucking happens."

Scott grinned. "Of course you aren't."

"So you have to pretend I don't know. That you're showing him without me knowing."

"That kind of makes me look bad."

"It does."

"Really fucking bad."

"I know. But for this, if you want to do this, you're going to have to look bad. Rather than me."

"Is that fair?"

"Want to or not?"

After a moment Scott shrugged.

"And I'm going to hide somewhere and watch him watch," Melissa said, thinking. "That'd actually be hot."

"How will that work?"

"Don't know. But I want to."

Scott thought. "It'd really have to be one of the bedrooms, if we do it here. With you in a wardrobe."

"Then we'll do that."

"So I'm going to ask someone we know to visit, and come upstairs, and suddenly show him porn, all in a bedroom."

Melissa started grinning.

"You don't think..."

"Okay," Melissa said. "So maybe not that. Fine. You show him wherever you happen to be, and tell me after."

Scott nodded.

"But remember good. And tell me in detail. Like lots of fucking detail."

"I promise."

"Okay," Melissa said. "Then we're doing that."

Scott kissed her. "Thank you."

*

They tried to make a dirty movie. Scott went down on Melissa, while she held a camera and filmed him. She was quite turned on by the idea of what they were doing, and more aware of the camera than she'd have thought, but afterwards, when they watched the movie, there wasn't very much to see. Half of Scott's face, and a bit of Melissa's tummy, and from an odd angle, with what was happening hidden, and the camera starting to wobble fairly badly at the end.

They tried having sex and the same thing happened. If one of them held the camera, the picture bounced around a lot. With the camera sitting on the dresser, the picture was steady, but was too far away to see properly.

Melissa was disappointed. Scott seemed disappointed too.

She tried a last time, sucking Scott off, and that actually worked. Penises stuck out, she supposed. The interesting part of the movie was happening at the end of Scott's cock, not right in between her legs where the camera couldn't see, like with sex and her getting head.

Scott managed to hold the camera steadier too, most of the time. She wasn't sure if that ought to annoy her.

She liked what they had managed, but the movie wasn't perfect. Suddenly she wanted it to be perfect. In the first movie, her hair was in the way a lot of the time, and it was hard to tell when Scott actually came, because she'd kept sucking as he finished and he didn't do anything really obviously like shout that he was blowing his load in her mouth. She decided she wanted to try again.

They made another movie, the next night, and made more of a production of it. Melissa started in a party dress and took it off while she sucked, and knelt down, and kept her hair out the way, and made sure Scott came on her mouth as much as in it so it was obvious when he'd finished.

When they watched the movie, it looked like porn. It looked like real porn, not just them holding a camera. Melissa was pleased.

"Is someone watching me give head as good as watching me give it to someone?" she said, watching herself suck.

"Pretty much," Scott said.

"Okay," Melissa said, surprised by how well the movie had worked. "Show someone. And tell me when you do."

*

"Um," Scott said, a couple of days later. "So the movie."

"Yeah?" Melissa said.

"It didn't go that well."

"Oh." Melissa was suddenly worried. "What, did I..."

"No, not that. I showed William. He told me I was a sick fuck and left."

"Oh," Melissa said. "Oh shit."

"Yeah. I'm not sure what to do."

*

William phoned Melissa a few days later and tried to tell her Scott was showing people films of her.

"I know," she said. "Um, thanks for telling me, but don't worry. He told me about it."

"You don't mind?"

"Nah, it's okay."

She sat there and tried to decide if she should say he could watch it again, now he knew it was okay. She decided not to.

"Bye," she said, and wondered if it was going to be weird, next time she saw William.

*

"Fixed," she said when she got home.

"Maybe we should give up on this."

She sat there for a while, thinking. She was about to agree. This hadn't ended that well last time, and they were pushing a bit hard, trying to make themselves do kinkier things.

She didn't want to give up. She wanted to try. She'd wanted to try last time, with her giving blowjobs, until Scott had got jealous and weird and said no.

Last chance, she thought. One last try to make this work.

"We could get someone to watch us," she said. "If you were into that."

Scott looked up.

"Just someone here," Melissa said. "With us. Him watching. No movies."

Scott was thinking.


Sharing Melissa



"It might be better," she said. "So he knows I'm okay with it. And so I can see him watching me."

"You'd like that?"

"I think so, yeah."

Scott was still thinking.

"And he doesn't touch me at all," Melissa said. "Just to be clear. And we're very clear to him before we start."

"Yeah," Scott said. "Okay. This could work."

"Because for you it's someone watching me, right? Like, someone looking at me and getting turned on?"

He nodded.

"So if they were watching us fuck..." Melissa said.

"You'd do that?"

Melissa shrugged.

"You don't mind?"

"I don't mind doing shit that turns you on," she said. "Because of how I love you and everything. But you are kind of difficult prick to please."

He grinned.

"I don't mind," she said. "I'd even almost like to. The giving head thing, that was better than I thought it'd be, so what the fuck, lets try this."

Scott was still looking at her.

"And since it's this, or a movie with me here to say it's okay to watch, apparently, it seems less bad just to fuck. Like someone watching is just kinky, and excusable, but watching a film means I thought it through enough to make a film."

"I think I understand."

"Good. Because it makes sense to me." Melissa sat there for a moment, watching him. "So you want to? Let some other guy check me out?"

"If you do, yeah."

"I think I do."

"Okay," Scott said. "Then me too."

They looked at each other. Melissa didn't know quite what to say.

After a moment Scott kissed her and said, "Thank you."

"It's fine." Melissa thought for a moment. "And dude," she said. "It has to be a guy, okay? No women."

"All right."

"I mean it. If I'm going to be anything out of this, I need to be turned on by someone watching me, so it has to be a guy. I don't want some stranger perving at you."

"That bothers you?"

"Yeah it bothers me."

Scott seemed surprised.

"What," Melissa said. "I'm bothered, when you want me suck other people's cocks?"

"I suppose," Scott said, and seemed a little wary. They still hadn't talked about that very much. They definitely hadn't talked about it as much as they probably should have. Apparently being into the next piece of pervy weirdness he wanted her to do made up for it, though. He hadn't seemed to need to talk about it, either.

"A guy," she said. "You find him. You sort out the rules. It's nothing to do with me except I'll fuck when he turns up to watch."

"Thank you," Scott said.

"Are we going to fuck now?" Melissa said. "I mean, I'm just assuming..."

Scott grinned, and kissed her, and started pulling her towards the bedroom.

"Here's fine," she said, so Scott pulled her back towards the sofa.

*

A few weeks passed, and Melissa almost decided nothing more was going to happen. She started to assume Scott wouldn't be able to find anyone. Watching didn't seem nearly as much fun for the other guy as getting head had been, she thought, and it was Scott asking, not her, which might make it weird for both guys.

She and Scott kept having sex more than usual, and when they did Scott whispered to her about other men watching her, and that was fun even if nothing more happened. And the whispering helped, she decided. She was starting to get used to the idea, to think it was normal.

She thought nothing was going to happen, and then one day she came home from work and Scott was there with a guy she'd never seen before, and she had a horrible feeling she knew exactly why.

No warning, which surprised her. No mention that he'd asked anyone. Just a man she didn't know here, in her lounge, wanting to watch her fuck.

She wasn't sure what to do, or what she ought to feel.

The guy was Dean, Scott said. Melissa shook his hand, then went to get changed. As much so she had a moment to think as because she needed different clothes.

Scott followed her. "It's him," he said quietly. "Dean said he'd watch. He's into it."

"Ah," Melissa said. "Yeah, I guessed."

"You're annoyed?"

"Not annoyed. Not really. Surprised."

"Oh," Scott said.

"You should have warned me," she said. "Dickhead."

"I'm sorry."

"I know I said just bring him along, but you should have warned me. Even just that you were on the way home."

"I should have," Scott said. "I'm sorry. Should I tell him to go?"

Melissa stood there for a moment. She was turned on. She was actually quite turned on, for being surprised and not knowing that to think.

"Fuck it," she said. "I may as well see if I'm into him. What have you said so far?"

"That we'd like someone to watch."

"That's all?"

Scott nodded.

"That he can't join in? You made that clear."

"Yeah."

"And he can't touch me."

"I said."

"You're rules, dude," she said. "Not mine."

"I know. I explained."

Melissa stood there for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll come down and see what I think."

She looked around, and wondered what to wear. Something easy to take off, she supposed. She got a tee shirt from a drawer, and pulled it on, left the skirt she'd had on at work.

"Let's go," she said.

She went and shook Dean's hand again and this time said, "I'm Melissa and apparently you want to watch me fuck."

"I do," Dean said, and looked a bit surprised. He was wearing a suit, and had clean nails and neat hair. Neat hair like he was fussy, Melissa thought. Like he'd just tidied it up. Or like he was going to a job interview, and trying hard. She wondered which, but she liked the idea he might care enough to make an effort.

"You really want to?" she said. "Or you'll just go along with it?"

"How do you mean?"

"You're really into watching?"

Dean nodded, like he was embarrassed.

"Just watching?" Melissa said, wanting to be sure.

"Yeah."

"You know you can't touch me?"

"Scott said."

"That's his thing, not mine. I don't care, but he does. So you can't."

"I understand."

She nodded, looked at Dean. "Okay, have a drink, hang around, let me think about it."

*

Melissa sat and listened to Scott and Dean talk and decided she was going to say yes. She liked Dean enough to get naked in front of him.

Dean was an accountant, which sort of fit with fussy, and seemed to be single and a bit shy. He made quiet jokes that weren't mean to anyone, and when he disagreed with Scott about a movie they'd both seen, he did it gently and politely. Melissa decided she actually quite liked him, and that helped her decide to go along with this.

As far as she could tell, Dean really was just into watching. More into it than she'd first expected anyone would be. He kept glancing at her as he talked to Scott. He seemed very aware of Melissa all the time, looking up when she moved, listening when she talked, watching her from across the room. As if taking her in from a distance, and comfortable with that distance being there. As if he didn't need attention from her, or to be any closer to her, he was happy just to look, from across the room. His concentrated attention was flattering. He might actually prefer just to watch, Melissa decided after a while. Given the choice between watching her and fucking her himself, Dean might just want to look.

She sat, and let Scott talk, and just smiled when he looked over, puzzled. She wondered how hard Scott had to look to find the perfect man. Perfect for Scott, at least.

After half an hour, she got up and went upstairs. She left the room without a word, and Scott and Dean went quiet, and watched her go.

She had a shower. She'd sat downstairs long enough to decide she wasn't saying no to Dean right away, and even if she didn't go through with it, she didn't want anyone seeing her sticky and stubbly.

When she'd showered, she did her face, and put on a party dress, the one she'd picked up men for blowjobs in. She went back downstairs, and Dean was still there, so apparently he wasn't horrified by her, either. Scott looked relieved. Dean just sat there staring at her, as if he was losing track of what Scott was saying.

Melissa liked that.

She was sitting opposite Dean. She crossed her legs every so often, and Dean stared each time.

She decided she liked this. She liked the idea of someone watching her, of Dean knowing what was coming, and getting all worked up while she just sat around.

After a while she took her undies off. She reached up her skirt and pulled them down. Folded them carefully and put them on the couch beside herself.

Dean kept looking. More carefully now. Like he was trying to see up her dress, and Melissa was fairly sure he had a chance, the angle he was on.

If she moved her legs he did, anyway.

She moved her knee and Dean stared harder.

Scott had stopped talking. They were both just sitting, watching her, and she liked that. It was a little like the camera, a silent audience.

"Hey," Melissa said to Scott. "Come here."

He moved, sat next to her, and started kissing her. She kissed back, slowly. Kissed back, but didn't turn her head. She kept watching Dean.

She could almost feel Dean's eyes on her. Scott was stroking her arms, stroking her neck, doing everything that turned her on.

She was turned on. She liked being watched. She kept forgetting Dean was there, and concentrating on Scott's mouth. Then she'd remember, and get turned on by Dean all over again.

Scott put his hand on her leg, slid it up under her dress.

"You want to?" he whispered, in her ear.

Last chance, she thought. Time to say no without embarrassment.

"Go on," she said.

Scott slid further. Her fingertips scraped over her, a little way into her.

He pushed gently.

Melissa looked at Dean, stared back at Dean, while Scott slid his fingers inside her.

It was good. She'd been waiting all evening, and it was achingly intense now Scott had finally touched her. She had to close her eyes for a moment.

When she opened them, Dean was still staring.

Scott moved her hand, put her hand on his trousers.

"Nope," she said. She moved her knee, still watching Dean. Moved her knee further, baring herself to Dean, past Scott's hand. She twisted her hand into Scott's shirt, and pulled him gently downwards.

"Do me first," she said.

Scott looked at her.

Melissa was wet. She was bare to Dean's eyes. Scott's hand had moved away.

"Seriously," she said. "I'm the only one not getting anything out of this. He wants to watch and you want him to. I'm just here. So before anything else, I get head. You're getting me off."

Dean was still staring between her legs.

"Please?" Melissa said. She needed this quickly. She grabbed Scott's hair, and pushed downwards.

Scott slid down between her legs. He pushed up her skirt, slowly, watching her face. Dean was watching her too.

Scott slowly started licking her.

Dean was watching. He was watching, and sitting forward like he was really interested, and looking at Melissa's face as much as her pussy.

She liked that. She really liked how interested he was. She watched him watching her, and got turned on by his stare. Got turned on by the odd connection between them. The stare, and linked eyes, over Scott's head.

Scott was squeezing her breasts through her dress. He normally played with them while he went down on her.

After a while, for Dean as much as Scott or herself, she reached up and found the zipper under her arm, and pulled it down.

"Hold on," she said to Scott, and pushed him back, and stood up and wriggled out of the dress. She took off her bra.

She didn't have anything else on.

Dean stared. Scott sucked her tits, as she sat down, then went back to eating her out. She stroked Scott's head, and watched Dean's face, and felt Scott's mouth slowly teasing her body.

She was close. She was turned on by this, and close, and she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to need.

She pushed onto Scott's mouth. She was almost there.

She suddenly realized she might not actually want to let a stranger watch her come. Not as clinically as this.

She'd come, with one of the other guys, the blowjob guys, but that was both of them getting each other off at once, her mouth and his hand, and that wasn't the same. Coming while a stranger groped you, that was just sex.

Coming while a stranger stared at you, that might be a bit weird.

She thought about that, and tried to decide how she felt, and then decided she didn't care. She was too close to mind what happened next, as long as she came.

She stared at Dean. She kept staring at him right up until she came, keeping her eyes open as long as she could, until the first big shaky spasm went through her. Then she had to close her eyes, because she always did and couldn't help herself, but she opened them again half a moment later, almost as soon as it was over.

Scott was looking up at her, stroking her tummy gently. Dean was still staring, and didn't seem to have moved.

"Good?" Scott said.

Melissa nodded.

"Want to fuck?"

Melissa looked at Dean. Thinking of him, of what he might want to see. "I'll suck you first," she said to Scott.

She pulled Scott up, made him stand in front of her. She leaned forward, and undid his trousers, and put his cock in her mouth.

Then she realized Dean couldn't see. Scott was between her and Dean.

"Sit down," she said, and pulled Scott onto the sofa, then knelt sideways, so Dean should be able to see all of her, as well as all of what she was doing.

She remembered the movie, and moved her hair. She bent, and licked, and looked at Dean while she did. She had to look away when she started to suck, but she was pretty sure Dean was still staring.

Scott groaned and twitched and made her worry he was turned on enough he wouldn't last long. She slowed down, but wasn't sure it helped.

She sat up, kept wanking Scott. "Let's fuck," she said.

She thought, wondering if it mattered how, which position, and whether looking good from across the room was important to her, or important to Scott.

After a moment she decided she didn't care.

Scott seemed not to either. As if he was just doing this, and Melissa was thinking about it more than he was.

He fell onto the sofa, trying to grab her, and they got mixed up for a moment, like they were both self-conscious with someone else there. Scott was still trying to get his clothes off, and seemed to be trying to get on top, and Melissa hadn't though about it at all, and was just trying to pull him against her.

She sat across him, her back to Dean. Scott was still trying to move her around.

"Turn over," Scott said. "Kneel. Like we normally do."

Melissa hesitated. Doggy-style with an audience seemed worse than just having sex. She wasn't sure why. Nice girls didn't like it from behind, or something.

She decided that was stupid and turned over.

Nothing happened. Scott was still taking off his clothes.

"Don't worry," Melissa said, reaching back and pushed Scott's hand away from his shirt. "Leave it. Dean doesn't want to see you anyway."

Then she wondered if she should have kept quiet. That was the first time either of them had mentioned Dean since they started, and she was only assuming it was okay to acknowledge Dean was there.

She didn't want Scott getting jealous again, like he had last time.

Scott was looking down at her. Melissa wasn't sure if he cared, or was turned on, or was wondering if she was going to react badly right now. She decided she didn't care. She was naked, on her knees, being watched.

She wanted sex right now.

"Come on," she said. "Hurry up."

She knelt, carefully not looking over at Dean, and Scott knelt close behind her. It was awkward getting organized. Scott moved her knee, then pushed on her hips so she tipped forward, then seemed to need to wriggle sideways to get himself lined up.

It felt clumsy, more clumsy than normal. Or perhaps she just didn't normally notice.

Melissa waited, and made herself not say anything impatient. Scott was probably feeling clumsy too.

Finally he slid himself inside her.

Melissa melted. She melted, and sighed, and felt everything aching and tingling and good that having him slide inside her always was. She sighed and moaned, then bit her lip to make herself stop, embarrassed because Dean was there. It was good. Doggy with Scott was always good, but she didn't want to be obvious how much she liked it. She kept looking down, at the sofa, pretending Dean wasn't there.

"Is this okay?" Scott said quietly, after a minute.

"Yep," Melissa said, breathless.

She knelt, feeling him moving inside her. Feeling, and thinking about what she was doing.

After a while she looked over at Dean. He was staring. He was fascinated.

Fascinated by her. By watching her fuck.

That made her feel a lot better.

She smiled at Dean, and he smiled back.

She kept looking at him, smiling, while Scott's cock was inside her, fucking her. While his hands were on her hips, holding her steady, moving her when he needed to.

She could smell sex. She thought Dean probably could too. She could hear little wet noises coming from inside her.

She reached down, and pressed her hand against her clit. She did that sometimes, to make doggy better, and she wasn't completely sure Scott ever noticed.

Dean noticed.

Dean was suddenly staring, watching her hand.

She liked that. She liked Dean's eyes, and his attention, and his fascination with her. She started to understand why people flashed each other, why the people on the dirty websites wanted to show everyone movies of themselves.

It was hot. Being noticed like this, this intently, was hot.

She started rubbing herself slowly, and watched Dean watch her.

Scott was breathing roughly, was moving faster. He was probably trying not to come, but was close anyway. He always came quickly fucking like this.

Melissa thought about Scott coming.

Last time, when she was blowing strangers, she hadn't been sure where they should come. Whether Scott cared about this looking like porn, or had just wanted to finish. She wasn't sure what he wanted now, and she wasn't sure if she cared either.

"Hey," she said, after a minute, over her shoulder. "Where do you want to finish?"

Scott groaned and started to come. She felt him pulse inside her.

"Never mind," she said, and kept her face serious, made herself not laugh. The timing was sort of funny though.

Scott finished coming. Melissa waited. When Scott was finished, he tipped forward and leaned his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, and kissed her, exactly like he usually did. It meant more, somehow, because Dean was watching.

Scott slid out of her. He moved backwards, off the sofa, a kind of hop, suddenly clumsy again. He sat down, and pulled one of the sofa cushions over himself.

Usually Melissa would have made a fuss about that. The cushion covers had to be dry-cleaned. Today she didn't care.

She sat up, and put her hand between her legs, and dashed into the kitchen to get some tissues. Scott and Dean were both looking at her. Looking closely. Looking like her running around naked was sexy.

She wiped, and went back to the lounge door. She stood there, trying to decide. She could get embarrassed and nervous now they'd stopped, or she could go with what they were doing.

Dean and Scott were both still staring. At her, in the doorway, naked. Dean was looking at her face as well as her body. Scott was just looking worried, perhaps wondering if she was going to be upset.

She was turned on by being stared at. She liked their attention.

She hadn't come again, not since they'd started having sex. She was still horny. She was feeling reckless, feeling like she wanted more.

"So," she said to Scott. "Are we going again, or what?"

Scott grinned and seemed relieved.

Melissa looked at Dean. "You want to, right?"

Dean nodded. He had hardly said a word to her all night.

"Are we?" Melissa said, to Scott again. "I want to. I want more."




Sharing Melissa



"Give me a moment," Scott said.

She went and sat down beside him. She sat for a moment, but started to feel nervous again. "All right," she said. "I might start without you then."

She put her hand between her legs. Because she'd only just found out she liked being looked at, and this seemed about the most certain way to make Dean look.

Not that he wasn't staring anyway.

She stared at Dean, and masturbated. Almost for real, not mostly pretending like she did when Scott asked her to let him watch.

She rubbed herself slowly, and watched Dean, and noticed that when it was just her doing something, Dean seemed to forget Scott was there. He stared at her more attentively, and seemed to relax a little too. That was interesting, Melissa thought.

She decided she liked it.

She got up, and went over to Dean. Slowly. He stared at her breasts, as she walked. At her face as she got close.

"Don't touch me," she said.

Dean nodded.

She sat down on the sofa beside him, facing him, and kept rubbing herself slowly. He was more focused when she was closer, when Scott wasn't nearby.

There was something about that stare that turned her on. Something about his fascination that made her very wet.

There was something about being naked, masturbating, with Dean fully dressed and only watching, that made her feel wanted and sexy.

She closed her eyes, and squeezed one of her tits. She might actually come from this, she decided. Just from touching herself, with other people in the room.

After a while Scott moved. He stood up, and came over, and sat behind her and kissed her shoulder.

Melissa opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Keep going if you want," Scott said.

Melissa nodded. She rubbed a little longer, but the moment was gone. The mood had changed. It wasn't about her alone any more, it was about both of them again.

She wanted sex. She moved, still looking at Dean, and pulled Scott in close behind her. He started moving inside her, pushing hard, a bit desperately, like he was suddenly very turned on too.

She was bent a little strangely. She was still leaning sideways so Dean could see, and it wasn't the best angle for sex.

Melissa thought about moving, about getting more comfortable, then she looked at Dean, and decided not. Dean was looking all attentive. She wanted him to keep looking at her like that.

He was looking at her face. She was naked, and having sex, and he was watching her face.

She thought she knew why. She was close. Close enough she was forgetting to keep her eyes open, was forgetting not to gasp and moan and pant.

She leaned closer. Moved so her face was nearer Dean's, so he could see better.

Dean seemed to forget about Scott. It was her, and Dean, looking into each other's eyes, as she had sex. Scott was inside her body, but Dean was in front of her face, there for her, in her mind, watching her.

It was a strangely intimate thing to share with Dean.

She tried to hold back, tried to keep her eyes open, tried to remember not to do anything stupid while she fucked.

There was some connection to Dean here, some contact even though they hadn't touched. She didn't want to lose it, but she was close.

She was very close, about to come, and she knew she was going to close her eyes when she came.

She couldn't help it. She pulled Scott against her, pushed back faster, and pressed down with her hand.

She came, and was pretty sure Dean watched her again, as closely as he had the first time.

When she finished, Scott moved, moved Melissa around a little to go back to doggy, and started fucking her faster. The whole time he was, Dean stared at Melissa and Melissa at Dean.

It felt almost like cheating, Melissa thought, being watched by Dean that closely. It wasn't, but felt like it.

Scott came, breathing hard, then sat on the sofa. Melissa moved, went back across the room to the other sofa, because she didn't want to stay as close to Dean as she was after they'd been looking at each other so intensely.

She still felt unsettled. Dean's eyes had been almost too intimate. She got up, went and got a drink, and brought water back to Scott. She decided, looking at Scott, that they were done. He seemed happy, seemed to be looking smug.'

"All good?" Melissa said to Scott, quietly, as she handed him the glass. "Not jealous?"

"Not at all."

"You promise? You don't have to say we're fine if there's a problem."

"I'm fine."

She nodded, relieved. She glanced at Dean, and thought about Scott, and decided not to push things. She went and got jeans and a top and put them on. Dean seemed to take that as a hint and said it had been fun, he was grateful, but he really ought to go.

He shook Melissa's hand again as he left. Formality seemed right, but she also wondered if it was so he had a chance to touch her.

Her right hand. The hand she'd been touching herself with.

She didn't realize until afterwards.

*

Melissa thought a lot about Dean watching her. She thought about the intensity of his concentration, and how it had got more intense when Scott wasn't nearby, being distracting.

She and Dean had almost shared something, as she had sex, and she wanted to feel that again. She wanted to find out what it was, at least.

Melissa liked Dean. She wouldn't ever get into a relationship with him, he was fussy and she had a feeling he was too close to his mother, but she liked him for what this was. And she wasn't doing anything wrong. Scott wanted to share her with other men. She would never have tried this on her own, or stared at Dean so hard on her own, but Scott had started something. Started her thinking. She wanted to know what this was.

She liked Dean's attention. She liked Dean being around. She wanted Dean around her more, wanted to feel his stare again.

"I want to do something," she said to Scott a few nights later. "For me."

"Okay."

"I want to hang out with Dean without you around."

"Hang out?"

"Ah, yeah. Basically. Hang out naked, I suppose."

Scott looked at her.

"We've done your shit," she said. "I want to do this."

"Without me, though."

"Um," Melissa said. "Yeah. There's that."

"Why?"

"Because I like how he looks at me when he forgets you're there."

"But without me."

Melissa shrugged.

"I don't know," Scott said.

"Do you trust me?"

He looked at her, thinking.

"Do you? With what we've done lately?"

"Yes."

"Then trust me. I want to do this."

Scott wasn't happy, but he nodded. "All right."

*

Melissa phoned Dean, and said Scott didn't mind if they did something together.

Dean was quiet for a moment.

"So do you want to?" Melissa said, thinking he might not have understood.

"Yes, of course."

"What?" she said. "I have no idea what you like to do."

"I don't care. What do you like to do?"

Melissa thought. She worked, and watched TV and went for walks to stay fit. Watching TV was a bit dull, even naked. "Shopping, I guess," she said. "How about that?"

He said yes, so they went shopping. She didn't quite understand why he would, but didn't mind, as long as he was into it. They went shopping, and Dean was actually quite useful because he some idea what suited her. Almost as if he'd spent a lot time obsessively watching passing women.

She picked some things, and said she'd go and try them on, and Dean said, quietly, "Can I too?"

Melissa stopped. Suddenly she got it. "Right," she said. "Yeah, of course."

Suddenly shopping made sense.

She looked around, and thought about where she was, and put the tops she'd picked up back on the rack.

"Come on," she said.

Dean looked disappointed.

"They wouldn't like it here," she said. "Everything's cheap. The rooms are small. We'll go somewhere nicer, we're you helping's okay."

"Thank you," he said, and looked turned on, like him looking at her made her feel.

"Yeah," Melissa said. "Just don't act horny. Look all, you know, advisory."

Dean grinned and nodded.

They went to a better shop, where there were bigger dressing rooms. Melissa grabbed some things, fairly haphazardly, and went towards them. Dean followed. He followed her inside.

She pulled the curtain closed, and stood there, nervous for a moment.

She was excited. She was finding this a bit odd, but excited too. She was turned on by his interest.

She pulled off her top, and took her time trying things on, and Dean watched without saying anything. He seemed to be into it.

That was enough.

She tried a couple of tops, and a skirt, and thought about last time she'd done this, when she tried to flash the shop guy. They were in one of the front dressing rooms. Just outside the door were chairs for waiting boyfriends to sit in.

"Hey," Melissa said to Dean. "Go sit out there."

He looked confused, but did. She pulled the curtain back an inch, so there was a crack down the side where he could see her.

He watched, and she took everything off quickly, but when she had a feeling he hadn't been as interested as he had just standing there with her.

"No?" she said, when she came out, and he shook his head.

"Too pervy?"

He nodded.

Melissa thought about that. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she liked the attention.

"Do you want to come home with me?" she said. "

Dean nodded again.

*

They went home, and Melissa tried on more things for Dean, in the bedroom. He watched, quietly, but it wasn't the same as at the mall.

"Okay," she said after a while. "So what do you want? What really?"

"This is good."

"But if it could be anything?"

He looked at her for a while. "Just to watch you. And talk. While you do things."

"That's what we're doing now."

He nodded. "It is."

"So you want to something more?"

He didn't answer.

"What?" she said. "You can tell me."

"Would you mind being naked?"

Melissa grinned. "Of course. This is weird, but of course."

She took of her clothes, and then lay on the bed and talked to Dean. It was a little sad, she decided. She was pretty sure this was some intimacy thing, rather than sex. Dean was single, and didn't have anyone at home, and he just wanted this. Maybe he missed hearing someone talk about their day while getting ready for bed. Maybe he missed it. Maybe he'd never had it. She talked about her day, and let him look at her, and Dean listened, and looked, and seemed happy.

It was sad, Melissa thought, and sweet in a way too, that he could end up almost comfortable with how he was. As comfortable as she was, as their did their weird sex things together.

"I'll really do anything," Melissa said after a while. "I like you. It feels like you're holding back."

He looked at her and seemed to be thinking.

"Anything," Melissa said. "Anything that isn't you touching me."

He looked at her.

"Come on," she said. "The thing no-one else would. You may as well tell me."

"There's no-one else."

"What do you mean? You're single? Because I kind of guessed that."

"I haven't done this with anyone else. Nothing like this. You're more than anyone already."

"So make it perfect. What do you want?"

He hesitated.

"Just ask," she said. "I'll only say no."

She was expecting something about the toilet, or worse.

"Could you touch yourself again? Masturbate?"

She nodded. She already had, so why not.

It make perfect sense, given everything else. She was surprised she hadn't worked it out on her own. She rolled over and got a vibrator out her bottom bed-side drawer. She used it on herself, while Dean watched quietly, and as she got close, she noticed Dean's face. He was captivated again, like he had been the first night.

*

"I worked it out," she said to Scott that night. "Dean."

"Worked what out?"

"Why he's into this. Why he just wants to watch."

"Okay."

"He wants intimacy. Like a girlfriend."

"That kind of makes sense."

"He wants to watch me play with myself, too."

"Are you going to?"

"I did."

Scott looked at her. She wouldn't masturbate in front of him, not for real. Not other than pretending while they had sex.

"It's different," she said. "You fuck me. This is a thing."

He nodded.

"I'm going to again," Melissa said. "With Dean. If that's okay? If you don't mind? I kind of like it."

Scott thought for a while.

"Do you mind?"

"Shouldn't I be there?"

"Just a couple more times on my own. Until he's used to it. Then you can watch too."

Scott kept thinking.

"We'll have him over and fuck in front of him again," Melissa said. "Okay? But I want to do my thing as well."

Scott nodded. "All right."

*

Dean came for dinner and Melissa spent the whole meal naked. It was tacky, but Dean and Scott seemed to like it. Then she had sex with Scott, and Dean watched her face, and it was strange and intimate like it had been the first time. Looking at Dean as her orgasm came close was more intimate than some sex she'd had in the past. She didn't quite understand why.

She went shopping with Dean again. She took him shopping again, and changed in front of him again, and masturbated in front of him again, and he never touched her, never even tried, not once.

She started to get very comfortable with him, and how far she was willing to go with this.

Dean watched her come. More than once. He watched her come with a finger in her ass, which not even Scott knew she did. She swore Dean to secrecy first.

Then she said, "I don't mind if you wank too."

He looked at her.

"I assume you do later. At home."

No answer.

"Do you?"

He nodded.

"Think about me. All of this?"

"Yeah."

"So do it here. I don't mind."

"If you do," he said, and they masturbated together, and she watched, and gave him tissues when he came.

*

"I know I said a couple more times," Melissa said to Scott. "But I need a couple more than that."

"It's fine."

"He's still nervous. And this is weird. But I like it."

"It's really fine."

"Only a couple more. Then I'll tell him you have to be there too."

"I don't mind."

"Thank you. And soon, I promise."

*

The next time Melissa was with Dean, as he got close, she said, "Come on me."

He stopped and looked at her.

"You heard," she said. "Come on me."

Dean didn't look certain. It felt like a line. It felt like a very big line, and Melissa wasn't sure he should either.

Not being sure made her want him to more. Not being sure turned her on.

"Does Scott know?" Dean said.

Melissa shook her head.

"Will he?" Dean said. "Will you tell him?"

"No."

"Should you tell him."

"Probably."

"But you won't."

Melissa lay there for a while, then shook her head. "This is our thing, you and me."

"I don't know if we should."

"But you will. Because you want to so much."

In the end he did. Kneeling beside her while she rubbed herself, holding himself over her, so hot thick semen landed on her tummy.

She liked it. She actually really liked it, as a way to completely this weird thing between them.

*

The next time they saw each other, Dean came on Melissa's breasts, and some of his semen dribbled onto her tummy, close to her moving hand. She lay and watched him and thought it was pretty much what she'd done before, with the blowjob guys. And Scott hadn't minded that.

So this, she told herself this ought to be okay. She wasn't touching Dean. They were almost touching, and semen was on her skin, but she wasn't touching him.

That should make a difference.

She wasn't touching, and she was trying to decide if she wanted to.

She thought about blowjob guys. She thought about wanking together.

The next time, as Dean got close, Melissa turned around and lay with her face near his cock.

Dean stopped.

"Go on," Melissa said, and kept rubbing herself.

She lay beside him, and looked up at his cock as he wanked. He was close to her face. Not even out of reach. If she moved a little, she'd have Dean in her mouth.

Like she had the other guys.

They were close together. Close enough his movements meant he bumped against her shoulder sometimes. It was intimate and slightly awkward, but she liked it.

Dean came. Came over her face. Some landed on her lip. At the last minute she opened her mouth so some landed on her tongue. She tasted him, and he watched, silent, as if they both knew this was something they shouldn't be doing.

She touched her mouth. Dean's semen felt hot and sticky against her lips. She touched, and tasted, and looked up at Dean.

He didn't seem to know what to say.

She was turned on. She could taste Dean.

Her fingers were sticky. She reached down, and touched herself. She rubbed herself with Dean's semen, so a little of it went inside her.

She made herself come. She masturbated and came with Dean's semen on her hand. It was as close as they could come to sex without actually touching.

It was too much.

Melissa knew she had to tell Scott.

*

"There's a thing," Melissa said to Scott that night. "And I'm sorry. I think we need to cut Dean loose, and it's my fault, and I feel bad."

"What happened?"

"We got too close. It's getting strange."

"How do you mean."

"I've been letting him wank on me."

"Like come on you?"

She nodded. "It kind of seemed unfair he watched us and never got to jerk off."

Scott wasn't as upset as Melissa thought. Instead he seemed turned on, she thought. Interested. Actually exactly like that. Like he watched to watch.

"Is that okay?" she said, pretty sure now it was.

"It's fine."

"It's okay I did that on my own?"

"Did you have sex with him?"

Melissa shook her head. "He jerked off. I did too. Both on our own. But he came on me. Is that okay?"

"It's fine."

"Is it sexy?"

Scott stood there for a moment, then nodded.

"You want to watch, don't you?" she said.

Scott shrugged.

"I'm warning you. I'm getting close to him, in a weird way. We shouldn't."

"I want to."

"I really don't think we should."

"Just once, to see."

"Dude, I mean it. Like with the blowjobs, we should walk away."

"Just once, Mel. Please."

He wasn't going to listen, Melissa realized. Just like the blowjobs. He wasn't going to listen, and he'd probably be the one who ended up upset.

What could she do.

What did she want to do.

She didn't understand how they could end up here, again, but she was glad they had.

This time, she thought, she knew what was probably going to happen, though. This time she could be ready, and could be clear where they would stop.

"I'm giving him a handjob," Melissa said. "If we do."

Scott looked surprised.

"I'm not going to unless we agree to that first," Melissa said.

Scott was thinking.

"Come on," Melissa said. "We have to be fair to him."

"What?" Scott said, apparently fixating. "Him coming on you?"

Melissa could see how turned on Scott was. She could see, and was turned on herself. This was a mistake. This was stupid, but she wanted to as much as Scott did.

"Yeah," she said. "Okay. Why not?"

Scott grinned.

"I will," Melissa said.

"I know."

"This isn't like last time. If you want to do this, I'll go through with it."

Scott nodded. "I know."

Melissa sat there, waiting for Scott to change his mind. She wanted to say he'd regret this, but couldn't bring herself to. She didn't understand why she didn't object more.

"Okay," she said. "Let's do it."

Scott smiled.

"I mean it," she said. "Tomorrow night."

"All right."

"This is a mistake," Melissa said, tell herself she had to try one last time.

"I promise," Scott said. "It isn't."

"Yeah," Melissa said, and kissed him, and gave up.

She wanted to say she'd heard that before. She wanted to say he was wrong.

Instead she just kissed him, and stopped arguing.

She wanted this too. In the end she wanted this enough that she couldn't bring herself to talk him out of it, because even though she expected problems, she was almost certain that she and Scott could get through whatever complications came of this.




Sharing Melissa



Just like they had last time.

*

Dean came over the next night, and Melissa lay on her back on her bed and masturbated for him, and Dean knelt between her legs and masturbated too. She'd thought about how, and decided this was best. Dean liked to see her clearly, see what she was doing, but she didn't mind as much about the details. She was as much turned on by the idea of him watching her as by what she saw. This let Dean watch her, and her look around.

She wanted to look at Scott too.

Scott sat beside them both, in a chair next to the bed, and watched. His hand was on his pants, like he was pressing down without actually moving much. Melissa grinned at him now and then, and watched Dean the rest of the time, and rubbed herself slowly.

Then Scott changed everything. "Put it inside her," he said suddenly.

Dean stopped moving. Melissa stopped too. They both turned and looked at Scott.

It was pretty clear what Scott meant, and who he'd been talking to, but Melissa was still surprised.

She was more than surprised, she was shocked. Scott was being stupid, taking a dangerous risk. A risk about health, and a risk about his feelings.

Scott reached over, and opened the drawer beside him, and took condoms out. He threw one over onto the bed.

So only a risk about feelings, Melissa supposed.

She still didn't know what to say

She lay there without moving. She'd been masturbating. She was turned on. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck Dean, a lot, but she also knew it was a terrible, dangerous idea.

"Hey," she said to Scott, ignoring Dean for a moment. "Don't say that, because I will."

"I want you to."

"Think first. I mean it."

"Please."

She looked at him, and decided he wasn't going to listen. Like last night. Like he hadn't about her blowing other men, and that had ended badly.

She'd thought they could overcome any problems, if this went wrong, but this was worse. This was actual sex.

She shouldn't even consider this. But she wanted to. And if Scott wouldn't listen, it wasn't her fault. She shouldn't have to always be the one thinking about his bad decisions.

"Go on," Scott said. "Please."

Melissa looked at him for a long, long time, then looked up at Dean.

"I don't mind," Melissa said to Dean. "I will if you want to."

Dean seemed stunned. Shocked into silence. He didn't answer.

She assumed that meant he would. In a moment or two. When he got used to the idea.

And she would too. She was fairly sure she was going to if Scott let her.

She almost left it there. She almost just fucked Dean, and forgot about Scott. Then she decided she had to try one last time. She looked at Scott. "Are you really sure," she said. "Because last time..."

"I'm sure," Scott said. "Like this, when I'm not jealous, I'm sure."

"Okay," Melissa said. "I give up."

"Good."

"I mean it. I promise I mean it. I promise I'll do this, right now, unless you tell me to stop."

"Okay."

"And I won't stop once I start. Not this time."

"All right."

Melissa gave up. She looked up at Dean, still kneeling above her. "Want to?"

"Yeah."

"I want you to."

Dean didn't wait. He was still hard. He tore the condom open, and rolled it on. Melissa watched, horny and almost nervous, ignoring Scott now. Dean shifted, leaned forward, holding himself, and pressed the end of himself onto her. She moved her hand, helped him in.

It was that simple.

Fucking another man after years with Scott was that simple. As simple as blowing other men had been.

Melissa looked over at Scott as she held him against her. She had to ask. "You're really sure?" she said, but it was too late. Dean pushed, and was inside her.

Dean groaned, and Melissa sighed.

"I'm sure," Scott said anyway, watching carefully.

Dean moved, lay down, and slid deeper into Melissa, as far as he could. He was breathing hard, almost panting against her neck. He was pushing deeper into her slowly, taking his time, she thought, feeling her. She wrapped herself around him, held him, felt him hot and hard inside her.

Dean started moving, and she kissed him, even though she wasn't sure she should.

She kissed Dean, and Dean fucked her. She had intended not to seem too interested, not to join in too much in case it upset Scott, but she couldn't help herself.

Dean was fucking her, was deep inside her, and she put her arms around him, and breathed against his neck, and felt a cock that wasn't Scott's filling her.

Someone who wasn't Scott was inside her, when she'd never thought that would happen again.

She almost liked the idea of that as much as the sex.

Dean came quite suddenly. He was quick, and hadn't asked how close Melissa was, but Melissa had assumed that might happen. Dean liked her, and they'd been teasing each other, and this had all happened fairly suddenly. Too suddenly to plan for self control. Dean came, then lay on top of Melissa, limp, and when he stopped moving she remembered not to get too interested. She gently pushed him away.

She sat up. She touched herself. She could still feel the space where Dean had been, the shape of him, imagined, inside herself. She moved her hand She could almost feel him, all hot and hard where in reality she was bare and slippery.

Her fingers started to slide around. Dean was still watching her.

She made herself stop and look at Scott.

"Are you okay?" she said.

He nodded.

"You're okay with this?" she said, astonished. She wouldn't have been if he'd just had another woman. She couldn't see how he could be.

"Completely," Scott said.

"You're not horrified? You don't hate me?"

Scott shook his head.

Dean was quiet, still watching.

"Okay," Melissa said, and slid over to Scott. "I want you."

Scott stood up, and started pulling his clothes off. Melissa grabbed for his trousers, and he did too, and between them they got them open.

He fucked her. He slid inside her, and he felt more oily than usual as he went in, felt slicker, because she'd already had sex.

She had the feel of Dean inside herself, and now Scott was there too. She could feel the shape of Scott differently to every other time they'd had sex, because she was comparing him to another man.

Scott should hate her, but he didn't seem to care. Melissa lay there, and fucked him, and worried.

She should be enjoying this, but she couldn't concentrate. She was worried how Scott would react once he got off and his horny was gone.

"Hey," Scott said, after a while, noticing. "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"You're not into this?"

She bit her lip, and looked at him, and wondered if she could say it. "I'm not sure you are. I'm not sure you aren't about to freak out."

"I'm not."

"Not right now."

"Not in ten minutes either."

"Maybe Dean should go."

Scott looked down at her. "He doesn't need to."

"Maybe I should," Dean said.

"You don't have to."

"Maybe you should," Melissa said. "Just in case this gets complicated in a second."

Dean stood up.

"Don't..." Scott started to say, but Melissa put her hand over his mouth.

"Let him go," she said. "Just in case."

"There's no just in case."

"There might be," Melissa said. "So let him go." She looked up at Dean. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay? I'll let you know."

Dean nodded. "Thank you."

"Nah, dude. Thank you."

Dean grinned, and went to the door. He stopped before he went into the hall. "Um, don't get up," he said, and left.

Melissa wanted to laugh. She heard the front door close. She looked up at Scott.

"You're really okay?' she said.

"I really am."

"He was inside me. He fucked me."

"I know."

"And you don't care."

"Mel," Scott said. "Shut up. Please."

"You'd better not be mad in ten minutes."

"Ten?" Scott said, and grinned, and started moving again.

Melissa looked up at him, at the way he was looking at her turned on and nothing else, and decided maybe this was going to be okay. Maybe this was going to work, and no-one would be jealous.

Scott came, and she held him for a while, waiting for some terrible reaction. For anger, or tears, or something.

There was nothing.

After a while Scott went down on her.

And after a while she came too.

She sat up and kissed him and decided he really didn't care. So maybe the would be okay, again, even after this.



Sharing Melissa's Mouth



"I want to watch you suck another guy's cock," Scott said.

"Um," Melissa said. "What?"

It had been a quiet night at home until then.

She sat there and looked at him and couldn't decide what to think. They were having dinner, so she kept having dinner. She wasn't sure what else you were meant to do when your boyfriend told you something like that.

"Where did that come from?" she said in the end.

"I do have a fantasy. You asked the other day. I said I didn't have any."

She nodded. There had been something in a magazine, and she'd asked, and then forgotten right away.

"That isn't true," he said. "I do. I want to watch you suck another guy's cock."

She thought about that. "That's like, your only fantasy?"

"That's the big one."

"Oh," she said. She wasn't sure how judgmental she should be, whether she should be supportive since he was sharing, or honest about how that made her feel. She sat there for a moment, and realized she couldn't actually decide how it made her feel. It was sort of rude, that he thought about her like that, and rude that he thought she would. It was also kind of dirty, and kind of hot.

"Dude," Melissa said. "That's kind of weird."

Scott looked embarrassed. "You asked, that was all. Never mind."

"I'm not saying no. I'm wondering about your sanity a bit, but I'm not saying no."

"Saying not to what?"

"Ah, to that. To what you just suggested."

He looked up. "I wasn't suggesting."

"Oh," Melissa said, and now she was embarrassed. "Weren't you?"

Scott shrugged.

"You just told me," Melissa said. "So aren't you asking if I will? I mean, why did you tell me if you don't want me to do it?"

"You asked the other day. I felt bad I'd lied."

"Oh." She ate a little more. It was spaghetti, and fiddly, needed swirling and a bit of concentration to catch. He might be telling her something weird, but she loved him for getting so worked up about a tiny lie that didn't matter at all.

"I love you," she said. "Don't worry about this, okay? It's not a problem."

"Thank you."

Melissa chewed, looked at him. "So do you? Want me to?"

No answer.

"Come on," she said. "It's out there now. How serious are you about this?"

"I don't know. I want you to know that's what I think about, that's all."

Melissa nodded. That actually made a bit of sense. She wasn't sure she'd want to actually do all the things she'd ever fantasized about either.

"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, fair enough."

"I don't know if actually wanting you to is better or worse than just imagining it."

"Imagining me...."

He nodded.

"You do that? Imagine me doing that?"

He looked really uncomfortable and didn't answer. Melissa decided not to push too much. "Yeah," she said, after a minute. "I don't know either."

"You think it's weird?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a bit."

"You're not annoyed?"

"Nah. I mean, I'd rather know."

"Not disgusted?"

"I shouldn't be, should I?" Melissa said. "I mean, it's kind of bad. But then again, I blow you and I like it. I've blown other guys. Obviously. So what's the big deal?"

Scott just at there looking at her, and she knew he was getting hopeful. She knew his worried face and she knew his hopeful face and he was definitely looking at her with the hopeful face. And a bit of a turned on face too.

"Um," she said. "Hold on. I'm not completely sure I mean that how it sounded."

Scott looked disappointed.

Melissa took a little pity on him. "I'm not sure I don't either."

Now he just seemed confused.

"You heard me," she said, and chewed another mouthful of spaghetti.

He ate quietly. After a while he got up, and got a beer from the fridge. He gave her one too.

"Have you before?" Melissa said, still thinking. "Done that with someone? An ex? Like got her to go along with it?"

Scott shook his head.

"Never?"

"No."

"Couldn't talk any of the exes into it?"

"Never trusted anyone enough to tell them."

She looked at him for a moment, feeling all warm and tender, and slightly irritated too. "Prick," she said, and leaned over the table and kissed him.

"What?"

"Saying that. Making it sweet. You're a prick."

"Okay."

"I'm not pissed off, and I'll think about it, okay? Now stop looking at me."

"I'm not asking you to think about it. I'm just telling you."

"I know you're not, but I am. Unless you don't want me to?"

He looked at her for a while.

"Do you want me to?" she said. "Think about it?"

Still no answer.

"Yes?" she said. "No?"

Looking almost ashamed, he said, very quietly, "Yes."

"Well then," she said, and stood up and started clearing the table.

*

They went and sat in the lounge and watched TV, but Melissa couldn't concentrate. She had her feet up on Scott's lap, was watching him as much as the screen. She kept being distracted by what he'd said to her.

"What?" Scott said, when he noticed Melissa staring, and each time she shook her head and didn't answer.

She was horny, but she couldn't quite decide if she was turned on by his idea, or just turned on by the idea of him being turned on by telling her.

He was asking her to have sex with other people, without apparently wanting to himself, and she couldn't decide if that was a good thing for her, or just a completely stupid thing for both of them.

"Want to go to bed?" she said, and he turned off the TV and stood up.

She'd planned to just hop into bed and fuck without talking about it any more, but started thinking again while she was brushing her teeth.

She went into the bedroom, still holding the toothbrush, and said, "Who? Which guy?"

Scott looked surprised. "The thing?

"Of course the thing. Who do you want me to do?"

"Anyone you want."

"I can pick?"

"Of course."

"Huh," she said, and went back into the bathroom to spit. She swallowed water, rinsed her mouth, and went back to the bedroom door holding the towel. "Anyone at all?"

"If you'll do it, then yeah, I suppose."

"Because then I will?"

"Not like that, but..."

"If it makes me more into it, then yes?"

He shrugged, like he didn't know what to say.

"Wouldn't you be jealous? If it's some dude I've had a crush on for years?"

"You have crushes?"

"Maybe," she said. "Who knows. Wouldn't that worry you?"

"I think that's part of it."

She looked at him, puzzled. "How?"

"If you're really into it. Into him."

"I don't get that," she said.

"I don't either, really. It seems to be there, though."

"You want to be jealous?"

"I said I don't get it."

"Okay," Melissa said, now not sure they should even be talking about it, if he hadn't sorted that out himself. She put the towel back, and went into the bedroom. Undressed completely, assuming she was getting some, and then stopped and sat on the edge of the bed.

Scott looked at her.

"I'm thinking," she said.

"About this?"

"Ah, yeah. Of course."

"About me getting jealous?"

She shrugged.

"I'll be okay," Scott said. "I won't get jealous about this."

"You're sure?"

"I think so."

"Because it turns you on? And that's bigger than the jealousy?"

"I think so."

"Yeah," Melissa said. It sort of made sense. "It would be really bad if we did anything about this and you couldn't handle it, though."

"We're doing something about it now?"

She shrugged again.

"Oh," Scott said, and seemed really surprised. "Shit."

"Don't you want to?" she said.

"I was really only telling you because I felt bad about lying," he said. "I swear. We don't need to do anything."

"Yeah," Melissa said. "But now I'm wondering, and you know I'm wondering, and so it's there. I'm not upset by the idea, I'm just worried about what might happen."

He nodded.

"I want to get my head around it," she said. "Before we do anything."

She slid into bed, and reached over, and he was hard. It seemed to a shame to waste it, so she started a bit of ear-licking and making out, and that ended the conversation for a while. Scott slid his fingers into her, and she was a bit surprised by how wet she was already. All this talk was turning her on too.

Scott started to turn her over, to have her from behind.

"Wait," Melissa said. "Not like that. Not if we're going to keep talking about it."

"We're going to keep talking?"

"Aren't we?"

"I don't know."

"We are, and I don't want you behind me for something like this. So get on top."

He did, and she closed her eyes, and sighed, and felt him push inside her.

"What if he has a bigger cock than you?" Melissa said. "The guy I blow." She didn't open her eyes.

"Does it matter? In your mouth?"

"I guess not."

She lay there for a while, feeling him fuck her. "What if I like how he tastes better?"

"I don't mind."

"Will I know how he tastes? I mean, do you want him to wear a condom?"

Silence for a moment. Melissa opened her eyes and looked at Scott.

"Is it awful if I say no?" he said.

"You don't want him to?"

He didn't answer.

"You don't?" she said. "You're sure?"

"I don't. I want him to come in your mouth. You to taste him. Swallow him. Is that okay?"

She lay there a while. "Can I fuck him?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure."

"Just head?"

"Just head. For now."

Somewhere along the line they'd stopped talking about maybe, she noticed, and started talking about how. And a really specific kind of how, with rules. She wasn't sure that was a good idea. She wasn't sure if was a good idea to have sex while they talked about whether they would, either.

She'd started it, though. She'd done it, and was getting turned on talking about it, even if it was only talk.

"What about me," she said. "Do I get any?"

"I don't know."

"What if I'd only want to do it if he went down on me as well."

"Then I guess that's okay."

"You're sure?" Melissa said.

"I'm sure."

She lay there and looked at him and smiled. "Pervert," she said, finally.

"Want head?" Scott said, grinning.

"Um. Yeah, okay."

He slid down and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, and lay there, a bit startled by how enthusiastic he seemed to be by all this, and how it was working for her, too. She came pretty quickly, even for head, came, and grabbed at the sheet and tried not to make it obvious how intensely she was coming because she didn't want Scott to know this was turning her on.

He kept grinning, though, so she thought he knew.

She blew him, because she was pretty sure that was what he'd had in mind when he offered to do her. She bent over and sucked him off, and every time she glanced up he was staring at her. The whole time he was oddly silent, all inward and thinking, and she had a horrible feeling he was imagining her doing someone else.

And she wasn't sure she minded if he was.

He came quickly too. She swallowed, and then went and got a glass of water to rinse her mouth. She thought while she did, thought when she went back into the bedroom. They'd made a mess of the covers. She pulled them straight, and while she did she said, "You really want to do this?"

"I didn't say that."

"I'm asking."

He looked at her.

"I'm asking, one chance, so tell me if you want to."

"I think I might," he said.

She turned off the light and got into bed.

"Well?" he said.

She lay there for a while. "I'll think about it," she said.

He smiled, and kissed her, and she lay there, half-asleep, wondering.

*

Melissa was fairly sure Scott was deliberately giving her space to decide, and that he knew her well enough to know that pestering her would just make her say no.

She wasn't sure him knowing her that well was a good thing, right now.

Two evenings later, while they were putting plates in the dishwasher, she said. "I need to know one thing."

"Okay."

"About the thing. From the other night."

"I assumed."

"So completely honest answer. Promise you won't bullshit me, okay?"

"Yeah," he said. "Of course."

"I mean it. Even if I don't like the answer now, I'll like it a lot less if I find out it isn't true."

"Okay."

"I'll never forgive you if you lie, okay? It's a big deal."

"Yeah, Melissa. Shit. What is it?"

"Am I good?" she said.

He looked at her.

"At head," she said. "Do I give good blowjobs."

"Yeah, of course."

"Really. Do I do the right things? Is there anything I could do better."

"No, Melissa. You're... I mean, you're perfect. You're good."

"You have to say that."

He looked at her.

"Now be honest. It doesn't matter if it's just you getting bad head for the rest of your life. If we're going out and offering me to other people, I need to know."

"Melissa, you're good. You do it well."

"Am I good enough this guy isn't going to be disappointed."

"Which guy?"

"Any guy. The guy we offer me to. Is he going to like it?"

"Sweetheart, yes."

"More than okay? Like he won't think it's weird I'm offering?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, some chick offers you a blowjob out the blue, you kind of assume she's done it before and had a bit of practice."

"I suppose."

"So will I live up to that?"

"Do you give head like a slut, you mean?"

She glared at him, and thumped a plastic tray down on the bench. "I mean it."

"Melissa, you're fucking great."

"I don't believe that."

"You're good. You're more than good enough for some guy we don't even know."

"Really?" she said, not sure why she cared so much. "You promise?"

"I swear."

"Okay," she said, and put a few more cups into the dishwasher. He was looking at her, not saying anything.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing."

"I'm still deciding," she said.

"Okay."

"I'm almost there."

He looked at her.

"You heard," she said, and he grinned and kissed her.

*

The next night Melissa ended up working late. She got home after dark, walked into the kitchen, and found Scott already there, cooking.

"It's almost ready," he said.

"The thing," she said. "Would you organize it? If I said yes, would you organize it all for me?"

"Yeah, of course. If you want me to."

"Okay," she said. "How?"

He put a lid on the saucepan and wiped his hands on a towel and leaned on the bench and looked at her. "I hadn't really thought about it."

"Your big fantasy and you hadn't thought about it?"

"Not like that."

"So think about it now. How does it work. How do you find this guy."

"Ah," Scott said. "Ask around, I suppose. Ask someone."

"So ask one of your mates?"

"I suppose."

"No way."

He looked at her.

"I'm not blowing someone we know. I'm just not."

"Okay. Fair enough."

"So how?"

"Internet, I guess. There must be people into this kind of shit. A personal ad."

Melissa thought. "Nope."

"Why not?"

"You want me to suck some random's cock without knowing anything about him? I'm not doing some loser who can't get any except off the internet. Not a chance."

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

Melissa thought. "I don't know. I'll do it, I guess. If I'm going to. Pick someone up in a bar or something."

"That's not too much work?"

"What, hey, my boyfriend wants to watch me suck you off. Nah, I don't think it'll be that complicated."

Scott grinned. "When?"

"Sometime. Let me think about it."

*

They had sex again when they got into bed. That had been each night since this had started, and once in the morning too, yesterday, when Scott had followed Melissa into the shower.

On her knees, on the bed, being taken from behind, Melissa said, "I'll do it."

Scott stopped moving.

"Did you hear me?" she said. She turned her face a little, in case her voice had been muffled by pressing into the pillow.

"I heard you."

"You still want to?"

"Ah, yeah. I do."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"Really sure? Really completely fucking sure?"

"Yes."

She nodded, and reached back and pulled him against her, and squeezed until he started moving again. There didn't seem much else she needed to say, after that.

*

They went to a bar, after work, sat at a table and looked around. There were men here, a lot of men. Some with women, but many in groups or on their own. And many Melissa wouldn't mind fucking, if this was years ago and she was single and on the prowl.

"What about him?" Melissa said.

"Okay."

"Him?"

"Go on."

She looked at him. "This really doesn't bother you."

"It doesn't."

"It should."

"I know."

"Him?" Melissa said.

"Pick one and hit on him."

"Not him," Melissa said. "I don't know, he's too.... Something."

"When you're ready."

"I know. Probably not tonight."

He just grinned at her and squeezed her hand.

She leaned over. "Another man's penis, in my mouth," Melissa said. "It's quite a thing."

"It is."

"You know he's going to be hot, right?"

"Yeah. I mean, I suppose..."

"I'm just saying. If I'm just blowing someone, not getting anything myself, it's going to be someone hot. Someone so hot I'd just blow him anyway, just to have his cock in my mouth."

Scott looked at her.

"I'm just checking you've thought of that. That it's okay."

"It's okay."

"Bigger cock. Hotter than you. Me with a ten."

"I'm a ten." After a moment he grinned. "Melissa, it's okay. I've thought this. I want to."

"Okay. I'm just checking."

She went and got another drink, and said hi to a guy at the bar. He said hi back. She knew Scott was watching, and she almost stayed and flirted, but then changed her mind, got scared before she could, just picked up her drink and walked away.

She was almost sure she was going to, though. One day.

*

That night, instead of sex, she got Scott to stand up, and knelt on the bedroom floor in front of him, and sucked him off. She didn't usually give him head kneeling in front of him, because she found it a bit degrading, but this was different. When he was done she spat his come back into her cupped hands and, still kneeling, looked up at him.

"What's up?" he said.

"Think about this. Before we do it. Make sure you're okay with it."

"I am."

"Me like this, kneeling in front of someone who isn't you."

"I know."

"Another man seeing me naked."

"You don't have to be."

She hadn't actually thought of that, but it wasn't really the point. "If you can't deal with that, then maybe we shouldn't..."

"I can deal with it."

"Doing this," she said, and licked the runny semen off her hand. Watched him while she swallowed it.

"Yeah," he said.

"Grab my tits."

He did, gently.

"Squeeze them. Like you own them."

He did.

"Someone doing that. Someone pushing my head down on his cock. You're okay with that?"

"I am."

She looked up at him and he really did seem sure. She still didn't understand. She really didn't get this, and she wouldn't have

"Okay," she said. "Yes. I'll do it."

He kissed her.

"This is on you if it all goes to shit, though," she said. "I mean it."

He was grinning.

"I fucking mean it."

"I know."

He pulled her up onto the bed and ate her out and she made herself not come for as long as she possibly could, just to enjoy the moment.

Not that it mattered, as it turned out. He kept going after she had, and made her come again, and was acting like he'd planned to give her two to all along. Turned on by his fantasy, she thought.

*

Melissa decided that Saturday was the best night to do it. She spent the rest of the week nervous, and the whole weekend so horny she couldn't think, and wondered what the fuck was wrong with her. She was only sucking some guy's cock. It wasn't like there was anything in it for her.

It wasn't giving the blowjob itself, exactly. It was that she could have anyone, and have someone else, and have sex, and Scott didn't mind. It was a strange and quite powerful thing.

She almost couldn't wait until evening. She started getting ready early, taking her time, and Scott lay on the bed and watched her.

When she was done, she went and sat beside him. Just to make sure. "You really want me to do this?" she said.




Sharing Melissa's Mouth



"I really do."

She looked at him, tried to decide if he was having second thoughts.

"I'm not," he said. "I swear. I'm turned on, nothing else."

She looked at him, and decided that was true. She started to stand up, but he caught her wrist. "I want you to blow me first, before we go," he said. "I want that too."

"So what, I get to suck cock all night and I never get any?"

He grinned until she smiled back.

"Okay," she said, and kissed him. Slid down onto the floor.

"Hold on," he said, and got up, stepped around her. "Over here."

She looked at him, out in the middle of the floor. Degrading again, she thought. But tonight she was going to blow a stranger for him, so why the fuck not. She crawled over and knelt in front of him.

"And could you put your shoes on first," he said. "Please? So you're the same as tonight"

She didn't quite understand, but she got the heels she'd planned to wear. She knelt, and put them on, and Scott watched. The heels were high. She had to twist her ankles sideways to balance while kneeling on the floor.

"Don't come in my hair," she said.

"I won't."

"I mean it. Or get any on my clothes. I'm perfect how I am."

"You are," he said, and she grinned and unzipped him.

"Careful," she said, just before he came, reminding him. He was. He didn't move, didn't push forward and risk bumping her, just let her swallow, then tip her head back and catch what spilled on her hand. He handed her a tissue.

"Okay," she said. Scott helped her up, wobbly in the shoes, and she went and put her lipstick back on.

She couldn't quite believe she was going to do this, but apparently she was.

*

Melissa found the hottest guy in the bar, and walked up to him, and said, "Hi, I'm Melissa."

He looked at her. "Hi."

"Gay?" she said.

"Ah. Nope."

"Have you got anything? Diseases?"

He looked really surprised, then just started grinning. "No."

"Drinking?"

He looked at his beer. "Not much."

"So my boyfriend wants to watch me blow someone, and you're hot. So want head? No strings. You don't need to do a thing but come in my mouth."

And it was that easy. He looked at her for a moment, then said, "Okay."

*

Melissa told the guy to follow her, and led him back to Scott's table. They shook hands, a bit awkwardly, which Melissa thought was just weird.

As soon as she'd asked the guy, Melissa realized they hadn't organized this very well. They should have got a hotel room or something, somewhere that wasn't home. She didn't really want a stranger knowing where she lived, and who she was, while she sucked on his cock.

"Have you got a place?" she said. "Close?"

"Yeah."

"And hey, you can't wear a condom. Is that okay?"

He looked at her for a moment. "That's okay."

"Good," she said. "Come on."

They got a taxi, and it was awkward. Melissa got in first, without thinking, because the other two politely let her, and then the guy got in, and then Scott. That meant the guy was trapped between her and Scott, kind of, and also that her two men were pressed up against each other, which she was pretty sure neither of them liked. Scott her man, and random, the cock she was about to suck, who probably thought Scott was a bit of a weirdo.

No-one talked. There was a taxi driver, and they were strangers. There wasn't much to say.

Melissa sat in an awkward, uncomfortable silence for ten minutes, feeling herself losing the mood and hoping it was only her. She'd been proud of herself, for just asking, and pleased with the reaction she'd got, but now she was starting to lose that, badly.

She decided she had to fix it.

She slid her hand into the guy's pants pocket, slid it far enough in she could touch him, and rub, gently. He looked at her, and grinned, and she grinned back.

"Hey," she said to Scott, and looked down, and he understood and started watching. Looking all horny.

Problem fixed, Melissa thought. The guy got hard against her hand, which was good. She couldn't feel pubes, either, which was good too.

Melissa wasn't sure if she was meant to be kissing, but decided a cock in her mouth was far worse than a tongue. She kissed the guy, and he kissed her back, and from what she could see of Scott past the guy's head, he was okay with her doing that, and turned on.

She wasn't sure understood, but she didn't mind. Not right now, making out with a guy she'd just met in a bar and being encourage to.

She kept giving the guy a handjob all the way home, feeling a bit smug. Like she had a big secret that no-one else in any of the other cars knew. She got quite horny herself, kissing and folding and carrying on.

The guy lived in an apartment close to town. He let them in, and asked if they wanted a drink, and seemed a bit lost what to do next. Melissa had expected that, after the taxi got awkward. She pushed him up against the wall, in the small hallway alcove right beside the front door, and kept on kissing him, and that seemed to solve that.

She undid his shirt, and unfastened his belt, and then glanced at Scott, hovering near and watching, and said, "Unzip me."

"Hey," the guy said. "I thought..."

"He's just unzipping me," Melissa said.

Scott did, and then stepped back, trying to look reassuring.

The apartment had big windows, and there weren't any blinds, but Melissa decided she didn't care. There weren't any other buildings nearby looking in. She kept kissing, and wriggled out the dress, and let it fall on the floor.

The guy tired to touch her, but she pushed his hand away. "Just me doing you," she said.

He took his hand back, and seemed okay with that.

Melissa knelt. She looked at the front of the guy's pants, kneeling in his hall, and thought about what she was doing. The first new cock in years.

She unzipped him and reached into his pants. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Melissa," Scott said. "Melissa, come and sit down."

There were a pair of sofas across the room. Melissa looked up at the guy, and he nodded.

"Help me," she said, and held out her arms, and he pulled her up.

He watched her walk across the room. She knew he was watching, and she was smug about that, too. She'd picked her best undies, obviously, expecting this, and they seemed to work. She stopped beside the sofa and said, "Come on," and the guy grinned and sat down.

Scott picked up her dress, and put it over a chair. That was like him, somehow, and Melissa felt the strangest little pang of affection for him, even though she was about do suck a stranger's cock. Scott sat on the other sofa, watching. Melissa looked at him, and he smiled.

She stood close to the guy, and undid her bra, and took it off. She left her undies on, wasn't quite ready to be completely naked yet, which surprised her. The guy didn't care, he was watching her, looking at her tits.

"Take those off," Melissa said, touching the guy's pants. "Your shirt too, if you want."

He glanced at the windows, and then took off his shirt. He'd waxed, and had a fairly nice chest. Melissa touched it, and smiled, and he grinned back, like he knew what she was thinking.

She almost didn't mind blowing someone like this, she thought, if he was good eye-candy.

The guy took off his shoes and socks, and Melissa looked out the window and pretended not to see, just to keep his mystery alive.

He stood up, and pushed down his pants, and she looked back. There was her cock. Hers, for now, the free pass, the one for her tonight. It was wide and fairly well sized and waxed clean, and she didn't know what to think, looking it standing there. She reached over and touched it and felt how hard and warm he was.

The guy looked a little nervous. Scott being there, Melissa supposed. It was all a bit weird and clinical.

She kissed the guy. Stood close against him, so his cock in her hand was squashed between their tummies, and stretched up and kissed him and that seemed to work. He kissed her back, kept kissing well, and she felt him twitching a bit as they did. She was surprised how much this was turning her on. She wanted some too, even though that wasn't the deal.

She was suddenly impatient. "Sit down," she said, and pushed a little, and he sat down on his sofa. Melissa knelt in front of him, lowered herself slowly, let him look at her and think about what she was about to do and get all horny like she was.

She took his cock, and rubbed it between both hands. Got close, so close she almost imagined she could feel its heat, and looked at it, all new and different shapes, felt it hot and hard and new against her hands.

She guy wasn't moving, wasn't speaking, was just watching her.

She opened her mouth.

Scott made a sound like a sigh from across the room. Melissa looked over, wondering if now she was there, on her knees, a stranger's cock in front of her face, he was finally having second thoughts. She wondered if she should ask one more time, make completely sure, but she didn't want to. And it didn't seem fair to the guy, at this point.

"It's fine," Scott said. "Go on."

Melissa smiled at him, and said. "I love you." Then she looked back to the guy's cock. Looked up at him. He grinned.

"Shall I?" she said, and he grinned a bit more.

He touched her face. Stroked her cheek for a moment, and it felt nice. Felt kind. She leaned into his hand, and sighed. She liked that. She didn't mind doing this for a nice person.

"Melissa," Scott said, in a bit of a desperate voice, "Go on."

She thought that was funny that he said it, not the guy who's cock she was holding, but she was flattered, too. She bent, and put the guy's penis in her mouth, and tasted a strange man for the first time since she'd first been with Scott. He was warm. He was hard. He tasted almost like Scott, like man and salt, but not quite. Enough she knew it was different. He felt like Scott in her mouth, the shape of him and the way he pressed onto her tongue, but different too. A little wider, a little smaller a bulge at the head.

She was surprised she could tell the difference, remember the difference, from one blowjob to the next.

She sucked the guy for a while, letting him get a bit out of it, then she slid him out, and looked up at him, and said, "Don't come too quick, okay? Make it last. Enjoy it."

He nodded, and stroked her face again. Gently. While he could see it, she supposed.

She grinned, and went back down, sucked a bit longer, tasting him.

She looked up again. "Will it freak you out if I talk to Scott?"

The guy shook his head. "Go on."

Melissa looked over at Scott and said, "Is that what you wanted?"

She kept wanking the guy, slippery in her hand from her spit. While she did, he touched her face, and touched her breasts.

"It's perfect," Scott said.

"Okay," Melissa said. "Good. Just thought I should check."

She bent back down and sucked the guy's cock a little longer. He put his hands in her hair, holding her gently. That normally pissed her off, but she didn't seem to mind right now.

She bent and licked the guy's balls, and kept wanking him. She turned her face sideways, and could watch Scott while she licked, watch his face. He was staring, seemed captivated. He seemed really turned on. Not worried, anyway. She licked back, behind the guy's balls, to his perineum, and he groaned and sighed and moved a little so she could reach. Scott still didn't seem to care. Melissa had never done this for Scott. He'd never asked, and she'd never suggested it. She'd hardly done it for anyone, but now she was. The guy groaned and swelled a bit in her hand, and Melissa thought she'd better back off. She went back to the guy's balls, and licked some more, and then sucked his cock again.

She was fairly sure he was getting closer, though.

"Don't come," she said.

"I'm trying not to."

She laughed, and he grinned too.

She slid up and kissed him some more. Slid, so his cock went between her tits, and kissed slowly, her mouth open, holding herself there. She went back down and rubbed his cock on her face on it, rubbed it and smiled up at him and felt all horny and sexy. She was overdoing it, trying hard, and she thought she knew why. She wanted this to be the best blowjob this guy had ever had. She wanted him to remember this forever, and jerk off thinking about her, when they were both old. And she wanted Scott to remember it the same way, for this to be like the dirtiest porn he'd ever seen, porn he could remember in his head, starring her.

The guy was getting close again. She slowed down, said, "Wait," and just had him in her mouth, suckling gently, kneeling there.

He stroked her face. He looked at her. She liked that. He seemed into her, more than just what this was.

She started sucking harder again, but timed it wrong. After a moment she felt his balls swelling again, and his taste changed.

"Sorry," he said, "I..."

His cock twitched, and Melissa suddenly had a stranger's sperm in her mouth, down her throat, on her lips. That thought made her wet. It was thick and salty and tasted different to Scott, and Melissa wanted to finger herself thinking about what she was doing.

She swallowed the first spurt, and then suddenly realized she'd forgotten to ask if Scott wanted to see it, in her mouth. She was thinking of porn, where it was a big deal to see that the girl had come in her or on her. Melissa didn't know if Scott cared, but she sort of thought he might. She did the best she could, trying to catch it in her mouth and still let the guy get off and enjoy it.

When he seemed to be done, she grinned at him, a bit spermy, and slid over to Scott and opened her mouth. "Yeah?" she said, a bit thickly, through her mouthful, and Scott just looked at her and seemed horny and awed.

She swallowed, and wiped what had spilled on her chin, and swallowed again. Then she slid back to the guy, and kissed his cock gently, and knelt there wanking him until he went soft.

"Thank you," the guy said, and stroked her hair. "That was fucking amazing."

Melissa stood up. "I need a drink," she said.

The guy started to stand up too.

"I get it," Melissa said. The kitchen was obvious. She went and ran water into a glass.

She was horny. She was so horny she wanted to play with herself, or hump the furniture, or something.

"Where's the bathroom?" she said.

The guy pointed.

"Do you mind if we just go in there for a sec?"

He looked at her, like he didn't understand. Scott was looking at her like that too. Like there was a plan, and now she was changing it, and that was just confusing.

"I'm horny," Melissa said. "I need a fuck. Can we?"

"Oh," the guy said, "Yeah, of course."

It was probably the quickest they'd ever been. Scott yanked down her underwear and pushed her against the guy's sink and fucked her from behind, and hard as he could, and Melissa was so turned on she couldn't think. She had her face close to the mirror, pressed into it, and could see herself. Her lips were shiny and wet and she thought she could see a little smear of semen on her face. It was on her hands, too, as she gripped the bench top. She could still taste the guy. She could still smell him, like she'd got some up her nose, and she imagined the shape of him in her mouth.

She came suddenly, came so hard her knees gave out, and she might have fallen if Scott hadn't grabbed her. She lay there gasping, getting fucked, wondering if the guy was listening, and suddenly said, "Don't come."

Scott didn't seem to hear her.

"Don't come," she said. "Don't come." Until he heard her.

He stopped. "Why not?"

She turned around and knelt and put him in her mouth. His cock, where the other one had just been, her tongue wiping a stranger's semen onto him. He must have been thinking something similar. He was close already, she thought, but he grabbed her hair, and pushed forward so suddenly she almost fell, and came in her mouth too.

Two different men had come in her mouth in the last ten minutes. That wasn't a normal night at all.

Melissa sucked. Scott didn't come as much, since she'd got him off earlier, but he was coming. She could definitely taste a difference, she decided. That was interesting.

She kissed Scott, and went back out to the main room, and suddenly wondered what to do now. She didn't know if she should talk, or offer to do it again, or what. Maybe they should just get dressed just go. She hesitated.

"Sorry," the guy said. "You could have used the bedroom."

"It's fine," Melissa said.

"Do you want a drink or something?"

Melissa decided that meant they should stay.

She wasn't sure what to do, or if she should get dressed, but she was still feeling all buzzed and horny. She sat on the guy's lap and made out with him and pushed herself down onto him, pushing her tits into him, grinding gently on his half-stiff cock, still sticky, her still wet from sex, only her damp underwear between them.

Scott watched, but didn't say anything, so Melissa kept doing it. It was hot. It felt nice. She almost wanted to go and fuck again, rubbing onto the guy like that.

The guy put his hands on her back while they kissed, then on her hips, then said, "I can get you off, if you like."

Melissa stopped and looked at him.

"I'd like to," he said. "I want to."

Melissa looked over at Scott. She was tempted. She really wanted to. She'd just basically had sex with the guy, and it seemed the right way to end it.

Scott didn't say anything, though. Didn't say yes.

"Can I?" Melissa said, wondering if she should even ask.

He looked at her, then shook his head. "Maybe we should go."

Melissa was disappointed, but she understood. She stood up and found got her clothes. She wasn't going to upset Scott by dragging it out, at a moment like that, if he was feeling weird.

She thought the guy understood, too. He didn't make a fuss. He kissed her goodbye, but just on her cheek. He said it was fun and come back if they liked and made her take his card.

*

"Should we talk?" Melissa said, when they got home.

"We should fuck."

She grinned, then realized he was serious. Afterwards she tried again, asked how he was, if he was okay, but he just shrugged it off.

It didn't feel right, pushing too hard on his feelings, when it was her who'd been all over someone else. She wondered if she should feel used, since he'd talked her into this, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like she'd got more from it than Scott.

They didn't talk for a week, but kept having dirty, twice-a-day sex for, which Melissa assumed was connected. It felt like they'd been right at the start, when she was all tingly and excited and happy with the world, all the time. She didn't mind not talking, but they didn't say anything at all, not even a joke. About something that was potentially a big and confusing a step in their relationship. Melissa wondered if that silence as a bad sign.

Scott didn't seem upset, though, so she didn't push. She'd been surprised to realized she liked it, a lot, and wanted to do it again, and she didn't want Scott feeling nagged and deciding they shouldn't. Just like he hadn't nagged her at first.

She waited a week, feeling horny and frustrated, wondering if Scott would ask her, but he didn't. He hadn't seemed unhappy, so she wasn't sure. Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe he didn't want to pressure her.

In the end she said, "I would again. If you wanted to."

Scott looked at her.

"I mean," Melissa said. "It's really me getting a free pass, so maybe I shouldn't say it like that, like I'm doing you a favor, but I would. If you wanted to."

"It isn't like that. A free pass."

"It kind of is."

He shrugged.

"You were okay with it though?" she said. "You don't feel upset?"

"Not at all."

"You wanted me to?"

"I did."

"And the kissing was okay?"

He hesitated, then nodded.

"Was it hot?" Melissa said. "I mean, was it what you wanted?"




Sharing Melissa's Mouth



"Yeah. Yeah, it was."

"So should I again?"

Scott looked at her for a while. "Not for me though, is it," he said. "This is for you, now. You want to."

Melissa looked at him.

"You're turned on by this. You really want to do it."

"No, I..."

"You are. You're pushing too hard."

"You said you were sure."

"I am."

"So what's the harm."

"It's not harm. It's not bad. It's that you want to. You're acting like this is all for me, but you want to too."

She didn't really want to admit it, so she shrugged. Then said, "I suppose."

A silence.

"So do you want to?" Melissa said, pushing, but she'd been waiting a week.

Scott didn't answer for a moment. Then he said, "Yeah."

"You're not sure," Melissa said.

"I'm sure. I was just making sure I was sure."

"You are?"

He nodded.

"I want to," Melissa said. "I will if you want me to."

"I know. I was wondering if this was a terrible thing to do."

"Not if we both want to."

"I'm making you blow other men."

"I'm getting to make out with other guys. It's a bit give and take."

Silence.

"So we are?" Melissa said.

"We are."

"Same guy, or another?" Melissa said.

"Whichever you like. It's up to you."

"You're sure? It's not weird seeing that one again."

"Whichever you like."

"Okay," Melissa said. "I'll think about it."

*

Melissa decided it might be sensible to find someone different, not to get into a habit with the same person who might cause some kind of complication later.

They went to a party, and Melissa made herself look hot, and she flirted with a guy they'd just met as much as she could. Over a slow teasing hour, laughing, looking at him, getting him a bit confused as to who Scott was and why he was there. After an hour she kicked Scott, and glared, until Scott got it and went to get another drink, and Melissa leaned over and kissed the stranger. She didn't know why, but she wasn't going to make passes at people while Scott was there in case she got turned down.

The stranger kissed back, though, for a minute. Then said, into her mouth, "Who's the guy?"

"Don't worry about him."

"Who is he?"

She wasn't sure what to say. She wanted to do it, she wanted this thing, and she didn't want to scare anyone off before she was ready.

"My boyfriend," she said.

He looked at her.

"It's fine," Melissa said. "He doesn't mind."

He still didn't seem sure.

"He doesn't mind if he can watch."

"Just watch?" the guy said.

Melissa nodded.

"Shit, why not."

It was as easy as the last time. They'd thought ahead tonight, had got a hotel room already. Melissa told the guy where to go, kissed him for a while and grabbed his cock and said, "Fucking turn up. I mean it."

"I will."

"Do," she said, and he did.

She knelt on the floor, where Scott seemed to want her to be, and sucked another stranger's cock, and swallowed when he was done, and wiped a little off her chin, then put on a robe and went and kissed the guy at the door and said thanks.

He wasn't as nice. He didn't stroke her hair, and didn't thank her, and she got the feeling there was a bit of an attitude, like she'd been the one who asked so he was doing her a favor.

She didn't really care.

She went to the mini-bar fridge, to find something to drink, but Scott grabbed her, and pushed her onto the bed, and fucked her, so that was worth it. Halfway through he turned her over, face to face, and kissed her.

"Hey," she said, jerking away. "Shit. I've got his..."

"I know."

She looked at Scott for a while, then thought why not. It was weird, but it wasn't any weirder than everything else they were doing. Scott wanted other men's semen in her mouth, so she probably shouldn't be surprised he didn't mind kissing her with it there. She kissed him back, with the taste of another man still in her mouth, and it was hot, was sexy, and Scott seemed to like it too. He closed his eyes and fucked her harder.

Afterwards, she flopped on the bed and lay there looking at the ceiling, wiggling her jaw. Scott asked if she was sore, and when she nodded, he stroked her back, so that was sweet too. Considerate.

Melissa decided that maybe there shouldn't be any more strangers, though. She'd been lucky the first time, with the first guy, and that guy had asked her to go back, so perhaps she should, next time, if there was a next time.

She'd feel more appreciated, anyway, if she did.

*

"I would again," Melissa said after a few days. "If you're still into it. I haven't got it out my system or whatever."

"Me either."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then."

"I thought I'd try the first guy again."

Scott nodded, and said, "Fine, whoever you like," and that seemed to be all that needed saying.

Melissa phoned the guy. His name was Josh, she saw from his card.

"Hi," she said. "It's me. Want head?"

Silence.

"You know who this is, right?" she said.

"I know. And yes, of course."

"Same deal," Melissa said. "Okay?"

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Tonight?"

"We'll be there."

They went back, and Melissa undressed, and sucked Josh's cock again. It was different, going back, and it was different somehow, now she knew his name.

He seemed more relaxed too. He said hi to Scott, asked how Melissa was, and gave Scott a beer to drink while he watched. Halfway through, perhaps because he'd got more relaxed, he reached down and held Melissa's tits while she sucked him, and Melissa didn't tell him to stop.

She didn't mind, actually. It felt nice. She was achingly turned on still, and any touch, even just her breasts being cupped, was wonderful. She moved slightly, pushed her chest into his hand, and he noticed and started squeezing gently. Caressing. It felt nice. She might have sighed a little, encouraging him.

He reached further, stretching and touched between her legs, through her underwear. Melissa jumped, and wondered if she should stop him, then decided not to. She kept sucking, pretending she hadn't noticed. Scott was watching too, she could see him out the corner of her eye. Wondering what she'd do, she thought.

She didn't do anything, just kept pretending the hand wasn't there. He pulled at her underwear, got them down slightly, and slid just the end of one finger inside her.

Melissa stopped, and pressed her face against his thigh, and moaned. So much for pretending.

Josh moved his fingers a little, and she moved back, grinding on his hand, slowly.

Scott just watched, and Melissa didn't know what he was thinking, or if she was meant to be doing this. Right now she didn't care.

She put Josh's cock back in her mouth, and sucked him while he fingered her. His hand felt good. It felt all slick and hot and slidey, and she was aching, almost, for needing some.

They kept doing that for a while, for long enough for Melissa to get close, just from being rubbed. She humped his hand, while she had his cock in her mouth, and while Scott watched. And then they both came together, almost, Melissa just before Josh, and she was pretty pleased with that, she thought, as she finished him off.

She felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, like she'd gone too far, or gone too far without asking, or lost something of herself by coming too and not just giving, but she decided not to care. She wanted to get what she needed out of this too.

Scott didn't say anything for a few minutes. Melissa looked at him, and he just smiled, and didn't seem to want to talk. He didn't try and fuck her right away, like he had last time, just he took another beer from Josh, and sat there while Melissa and Josh kissed. Melissa wasn't sure what that meant. When they left, though, Scott kissed Melissa in Josh's lift, kissed her hard, like he was trying to get the semen out the back of her mouth, and when they got home, he fucked her like he had every other time, so she wasn't sure if there was a problem or not. They didn't talk about it, because apparently they didn't, but nothing seemed to have changed, so perhaps he didn't mind. She told herself it wasn't really reasonable to expect her to keeping giving blowjobs and not get anything back.

She'd given Josh her number, as they left, just because. She told him to ring, not sure he would. He did.

It was an excuse to ask Scott if they could go back.

"Yeah," Scott said. "If you want to."

"It's okay to do Josh again?"

"If that's what you want."

"Do you care. Do you mind if it's always him."

Scott shook his head.

"You sure? Completely sure?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Okay," Melissa said. "But this time, I want some too. I want head, or I want a fuck. Not just blow him and off he goes."

"Head from him or head from me?"

"From him, I suppose. Otherwise there doesn't seem quite as much point. I could just do you and not worry about all the rest."

Scott was just looking at her.

"Is that okay?" Melissa said.

"I don't want you to fuck anyone else. I'm not sure I'm okay with that yet."

"So he can give me head. That's fair."

Silence for a moment. Then, almost reluctantly, Yeah, okay."

*

They sat on the couch, and Melissa put on music and got drinks that no-one touched, and unzipped her dress and pulled it off because there didn't seem any point waiting.

She kissed Josh for a while, and he was as good a kisser as he'd ever been. She bent over and sucked him, and he stroked her hair and shoulders and undid her bra while he was in her mouth. He took off her bra, and held her breasts again, and then slid his hand down her tummy, making her shiver, and between her legs.

"Wait," she said, and pulled her underwear off, and he grinned and pushed his fingers inside her.

She was being dirty again, was rubbing him on her face and breasts and sliding up now and then to kiss him some more. Everyone so often she would glace at Scott, and he seemed okay, just watching.

"Do me," she said into Josh's mouth.

"Yeah," he said, seeming surprised. "Of course."

"Now," Melissa said.

Josh looked at Scott.

"It's okay," Melissa said. "Do me."

Josh nodded, and pulled her up and turned her over on the couch. He looked at her, all turned on and horny like she was unspeakably hot, and she liked that. He rubbed the insides of her thighs, slowly, tingling, and Melissa just about came from anticipation.

Then he licked her, and Melissa pushed herself up onto him, and moaned, and wanted to shriek. It was good. It was everything she needed. She wanted to lie there and hump his tongue and drink his semen until they both passed out from exhaustion.

"Melissa," Scott said suddenly. "Sweetheart, I can't."

Melissa hesitated for a second, then pretended not to hear. It was terrible, and she knew it was terrible, but she did it anyway. She felt Josh's mouth go still for a second, against her. Go still, then move again. He'd heard too, and was also pretending. This was Scott's idea, she told herself. She'd been sucking other men's penis for weeks, and she was finally getting some, and he couldn't stop her now.

Maybe he'd just let it go, if she didn't seem to be listening.

"Melissa," Scott said. "Stop. Please."

Melissa reached down, and found Josh's hair. She pulled it gently, pushed him back and away. "Sorry," she said, and sat up. She had to pull some more, on Josh's shoulder, to get him to actually stop, to come out from between her knees.

She looked at Scott.

She shouldn't be a bitch about this, she knew, but she was horny, and Scott had told her to do this, and how he was stopping her halfway through.

And Scott looked at her, sad. And her heart broke.

"Sorry," she said. "It's okay. What's up?"

"I don't think I can watch this."

"Yeah," Melissa said. "I guessed."

"I'm sorry."

"This was your idea," she said.

Scott just kept looking sad, and she wanted to cry. She'd known all along it would end up like this.

"I don't think I want to do this any more," Scott said. Then, to Josh, "Sorry."

"No problem," Josh said, which Melissa thought was pretty decent.

Josh didn't seem to know what to do. He found his pants, and pulled them on. "I'll give you moment," he said, seeming really uncomfortable.

"Stay," Melissa said. "I'll finish you off, either way." She looked at Scott. "Won't I?"

Scott didn't answer.

"I should," she said. "That's fair."

Scott didn't say yes, but he also didn't say no.

"I will," she said to Josh.

"Only if you're both cool with that," Josh said.

"We're cool," Melissa said.

They all looked at each other.

"I'll do him," Melissa said. "Then we're done. Okay?"

"This is the last time?" Scott said.

She nodded.

"Go on."

Josh looked like he wasn't sure, but Melissa said, "It's fine. Don't worry," and he took his pants back off. Which she supposed meant she didn't need to worry about the way she gave head.

Halfway through Josh slid his hand down her chest and tummy again, but she caught it and moved it away.

"You don't want anything?" Josh said.

She shook her head, around his cock. She thought about trying to grind on his leg, or getting him to finger her, but Scott was still looking upset with himself.

"You're sure?"

She looked up. Looked at Scott.

"I want some," she said. "But I'd better not."

She blew Josh, as quickly as she could, and thought he was hurrying too, not holding back. When he was done she washed out her mouth with wine, even though she hadn't bothered last time, and got dressed. She gave Josh back his card, and said, goodbye, and sorry, and she wouldn't see him again.

He seemed to understand. He kissed her at the door, quickly, like a friend.

"I hope you get it sorted out," he said quietly.

"We will."

"I hope so. You seem like a good person."

Melissa nodded, and thought that was the thing of it. He'd come in her mouth three times, but she only seemed like something to him. He didn't know for sure, because he was a stranger, and that was the point to it, which she didn't really want to give up.

But she had to.

Back at home, in their lounge, she said to Scott, "You'd better be planning to make this right."

Scott looked at her. She was being hard, but he'd started this, and left her hanging, and she'd asked him over and over if he was sure. Anything that went wrong was his fault, not hers, and she wasn't going to get blamed because he'd only been watching.

Besides, she had a feeling he wasn't that upset, was only a little way over a line he was uncomfortable with. He didn't want her coming in other people's mouths, but he didn't other people coming in hers, so that shouldn't really be a problem what she'd been doing. She'd stopped when he asked, so they should be all right. She hoped that was true.

"I'm horny," she said. "I'm really fucking horny."

"I'm not really in the mood..."

"Don't you fucking dare. You told me I was getting some, then stopped me. You fix this."

He looked at her.

"Fix it," she said. "Now."

He started off only doing it because she insisted, that was pretty clear. But he got to enjoy it, and made her come, and then fucked her, and afterwards it felt okay again.

She looked up at him, breathless and sweaty, and said, "We'll be okay, won't we?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"We'll be okay."

"And we'll keep having sex like that."

He grinned. "That too."

"We're really okay?" she said.

"Yeah," he said, after a minute. "We are."

"Cool," she said. "I'll organize with Josh to go next week."

He looked at her for a moment, startled, until she started to laugh, and then he smiled too. That was when she knew they really would be okay.