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Melissa

By: Wictore



This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I hope you like it.

Melissa came over to visit me, as she did a lot because we were pretty close. We watched movies and played Nintendo until early in the morning. She stood about five four, weighting about a hundred and five pounds. She had long dark auburn hair and a beautiful smile, accentuated by her full pouty lips. I enjoyed watching her move her lithe body and seeing how her perky breasts jiggled ever so slightly when she moved. She was my sister’s youngest child and my favorite niece. Today she wore a loose fitting pair of jeans and a thin tank top. The tank top was worn tight enough to outline her developing breasts. She didn’t wear a bra, but her tits were so firm they stood provocatively under her t-shirt, and her perky nipples topped a very pleasant sight. Her legs were long and supple and her ass looked firm and shapely. I live in a one-bedroom apartment so when we began to get tired Melissa and I sacked out on my bed. We both kept our clothes on and tried to sleep. 

I was intensely aware of her taut body as she moved around the bed in an attempt to get comfortable. At one point her t-shirt had ridden up and revealed a part of her flat tight stomach. My cock began to react to the sight of her smooth flawless skin. I knew the thoughts I was having were not right so I attempted to sleep. I eventually fell asleep until Melissa’s sleep movements woke me up. I glanced over at her and in the faint light of the room, and I watched her sleep. Her deep regular breaths assured me she was asleep. Her full lips were slightly parted and her skin looked so soft and sensual. I peered at her heaving breasts and my cock began to stir and get hard. My eyes moved to her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. Her t-shirt her ridden up and revealed some of her bare skin at her navel. Her jeans were loose enough so that a small crevice appeared at the top of her jeans and I could see the top of her panties. The sight of her panties got me thinking about her pussy underneath her panties. She had a real sexy body and my cock grew rock hard just looking at her. I wanted to touch her tight lean body and taste her clean fresh cunt. I pretended to move in my sleep and I moved right next to her, as I did I threw my arm over her body and my hand rested on her breast. Melissa didn’t wake up to protest, nor did she move away. Her breast filled my hand and it felt firm, yet yielding. 

I pressed closer to her so that my rock hard cock was poking her on her hip, as I did Melissa let out a soft moan, but still did not open her eyes. I gently cupped her tit and lightly ran my palm and fingers over her nipple and it began to get hard. Melissa didn’t wake but her breathing was becoming a little heavier. I slowly moved my hand over her flat stomach and on to her crotch, when I got there I gently cupped her mound. I pressed my middle finger onto her pussy and slowly massaged her clit through her jeans. The pressure of my finger pushed her panties into the slit of her cunt as I slowly massaged her awakening love bud. Melissa was breathing more rapidly and her nipples were hardening. Her head turned away from me, and a moan escaped from her throat. I felt her hips move ever so slightly. I ground my cock harder against her hip as I ministered her pussy. I left her pussy alone for a while and grasped her firm breast more firmly. I gently squeezed her tit and tweaked her nipple between thumb and finger. 

Melissa moaned softly in her sleep, she wet her full lips with her sweet little tongue. I unzipped her jeans and felt the silky softness of her panties as I slipped my fingers into her jeans. I ran my fingers over her velvety pussy hair and over her mound and on to her tight hole. Melissa was panting and trying to remain still in her fake sleep as I groped her lovely body. I massaged her clit through her soaking panties. After a few minutes of exciting her pussy, my cock was about to explode. I withdrew my hand and undid my pants. Melissa gasped at the distinct sound the zipper made. I opened my jeans and placed her hand on my raging hard on. My cock twitched and jumped with excitement. Her hand remained still over my engorged cock, she didn’t grasp or attempt to feel it, nor did she move it away either. Melissa still did not open her eyes so I let her feign sleep. I felt her flat stomach and when I reached the top of her jeans, I undid her button and opened her jeans. My fingers crept into her pants once again. Melissa immediately tensed and gasped in response to my invasion. Her stomach was soft and tender. When I reached the top of her panties, I slipped my probing fingers underneath her elastic band. My fingers felt the top of her velvety pubic hairs. I played with her pubic hair for a moment and then moved to her hot wet pussy. I parted her lips and began to slowly massage her clit. Melissa’s body was tense, her breathing was ragged and her nipples were poking out of her shirt as I had my hand in her pants. Her cunt was extremely hot and slippery. I began to ease one of my fingers into her cunt

“Oooh! Uncle, noo!” Melissa panted as her hand covered mine in a feeble attempt to stop me.

“Melissa you have such a nice body, please let me touch it,” I begged as I slowly moved my finger in and out of her tight pussy while rubbing her clit. Her hand encouraged me as she pushed my finger deeper into her tight pussy.

Melissa was panting hard and her tits were dancing under her shirt as my finger fucked her cunt, I bent down and took one of her sweet nipples into my mouth. I felt Melissa grasp my cock for the first time and I heard her moan with pleasure, she let go of my cock and slid her hands underneath my boxers. Her hand was barely able to completely engulf my hard on. Melissa opened her legs to allow me easier access as I slid my finger in and out of her hot hole. I slid my fingers over the length of her pussy and used her honey to lubricate her cunt lips. I slowly rubbed her clit again and began to kiss and suck on her neck and tits. 

“Ooooh! Ooooh! Aaah! Melissa was panting like a bitch in heat and moving her hips in rhythm with my finger. I slowly pushed two fingers into her tight cunt.

“Oh! God uncle!” “ Oh! Yes!” Her cunt was so wet and hot and my fingers easily slid into her.

I told her to lift up her shirt so I could look at her tits. Melissa did my bidding and I looked at her wonderful tits for a few moments. They were beautifully round and her hard nipples were poking out in obvious heat. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth while I was finger fucking her cunt. I licked and sucked on her tits as Melissa moaned and ground her cunt onto my hand. While I was pleasuring her body, Melissa held my raging cock in her soft lovely hand. I let go of her cunt for just a second and took down my pants and boxers. Melissa looked me in the eye and I saw a flash of fear in her eyes before she stared in awe at my stiff pulsating cock.

“OH my God Uncle!!” muttered Melissa as she sat up and tentatively stroked my incredibly hard cock. 

“Oh uncle it is so big!”

Just hearing her say that was such a turn on for me that my cock jerked in excitement.

I took my raging hard-on from her and held it in my hand, I began to stroke my cock with my niece only inches away, and her eyes were wide in amazement.

Melissa lay back down and waited for me to open her pants to expose her private parts to my greedy eyes. I nervously and excitedly pushed the folds of her pants into the shape of a vee at her navel. Her abdominal muscles tighten, and my breath was becoming ragged as my cock was pulsating with anticipation. Melissa had a sharp intake of breath as she thrust out her perky tits. She was panting like a bitch in heat. I could see the smoothness of her skin with every agonizing inch I uncovered. She was wearing a pretty little white cotton thong. I breathlessly told Melissa how beautiful she was and how sexy her panties were. 

“Do they feel soft and sexy when you have them on?” “Can I touch them?”

Melissa managed a heated grunt “Yes you can Uncle!”

I ran my hand across her stomach. I bent down and kissed her tight stomach. My hands groped her tight firm ass as I pulled her cunt closer to my mouth. I could smell her virginal honey and feel the heat emanating from her young cunt. I lightly touch her pretty panties. They were soft and I could feel her firm body beneath her panties.

“Oh God! Oooh Uncle that feels sooo good” Melissa moaned. 

She opened her mouth ever so slightly and her breath was quick and raspy. 

“Oh Uncle, you’re making me soo horny”!

I gripped the sides of her jeans and looked her in the eyes. Melissa had a look of panic on her face.

“Noo! Uncle Please!!” Melissa begged in between her panting breath and her thrusting hips.

“It’s okay baby, I won’t hurt you,” I reassured her.

I slowly peeled her jeans off her beautiful body. Melissa lifted her young hips and could see the fear being replaced by the anticipation. I knew my niece was going to let me stick my meat in her and my cock jumped in anticipation. I slowly pulled down her jeans revealing her flat stomach and curvy hips. Her panties were tightly drawn over her sex hole; the white cotton outlined her slit nicely, which was wet with excitement. As she put her tight ass back on the bed, Melissa willingly pulled her legs through her jeans. She had such long and beautiful legs. Her thighs were creamy white. As her bare feet came free I grabbed one and began kissing and licking her toes, I rubbed the sole of her foot over my cheek and my cock felt the softness, sensuality and innocence it possessed. Melissa was breathing so hard I thought she was going to hyperventilate. She brought her other foot up and put it on my chest. I reluctantly put her beautiful feet down as Melissa took her t-shirt off. She looked so young and inviting lying there in just her panties. I could see a slightly dark triangle through her panties; she shyly attempted to cover up by crossing her legs. I told her how beautiful she looked and she stopped and spread her legs for me. Melissa laid there and proudly allowed me to look at her inviting body. She ever so slightly rolled her tongue over her lips and started to move her hips in a fucking motion. 

“Touch your pussy for me”

Her shaky hand snaked into her panties as she looked at my exposed cock. Her hand went deeper and she moaned as she at last touch her quivering pussy. 

“Is it very wet”?

“Yes Uncle it is” she said almost surprisingly as she continued to touch her pussy. 

“Put a finger in your pussy”

Melissa’s tits wiggled with pleasure as she began to finger fuck her cunt.

“What does it feel like?”

“ Oh Uncle it feels hot and slippery and tingly all over.

I grabbed my rock hard cock and pulled it a few times as Melissa watched. 

“Ooooh Uncle your cock looks so big!” she moaned as her fingers moved faster in 

her panties.

“Bring your finger here”

She immediately withdrew her finger and presented it to me.

It glistened with her cunt honey. 

Melissa moaned with perspiration as I took her finger and put it in my mouth. It tasted so sweet and pure. 

I leaned over and began to kiss her chin. Melissa looked up at me, my sweet little niece moved to kiss me. Her lips were so sweet and tender it was drinking from a bottle of purity. For such a young girl she was very willing. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as my hand found her tender cheek. Melissa grabbed my hand and forced it unto her tits once again. They were soft and firm, and swelling with her growing urgency. I could feel Melissa move her hips in an attempt to push her sweet young tight pussy at me. She grabbed my stiff shaft as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I broke our kiss and continued to massage her perfect tits as she stroked my throbbing cock. It was such a turn to see her body shake with pleasure as I touched her like no one else had.

“Does your pussy need to be touched?”

“ Yes! Oh Yes!” 

I slowly made my way down to her naked breasts. I sucked one pointy tip into my mouth “Ooooh! Ooooh yes!!” 

Her body was shaking with desire. My hand went to her panties once again and she opened her legs and thrust her cunt unto my hand. I touched her pure white panties and felt her silky pussy hair. I slipped my hand under the elastic band of her panties and slowly moved towards her quivering little hole. She opened her legs further. She was breathing hard as I touched her cunt. 

“OOH GOD!!” “Oh fuck!” 

“YES!!”

“That feels sooo good Uncle!!”

She was soo wet and willing. Her cunt felt so silky, smooth and hot. She ground her hips as my fingers explored her virgin cunt. I knelt on the bed to look at her with one of my hands touching her cunt and the other stroking my rod. Her hands were gripping the sheet as her eyes were lustfully riveted to my pulsating prick. Her tits were swaying like jelly as she was fucking my exploring fingers. I played with her clit and began to push my finger into her tight little cunt. She was so tight that my finger seemed to stretch her pussy lips. 

“Do you like that?”

“Oh yes Uncle!!” “Don’t stop”

“Do you want me to try two fingers?”

Melissa looked at me with pleading eyes and nodded. I looked directly into her eyes as I put my other finger into that beautiful little gash. She immediately rolled her eyes and stuck out her beautiful tits as her cunt responded to the invasion of another finger

“Ooh “ “Ooh” “Oh god Uncle that feels so good!!!”

Melissa was panting as my fingers were sliding in and out of her pretty pussy.

Her engorged nipples swayed beautifully as her hips moved rhythmically with my fingers. “Christ Oooh” “FUCK!!!” she suddenly grabbed my wrist and thrust her cunt unto my hand. Her body arched and my hand was filled with creamy honey as Melissa experienced the first of many orgasms. It seemed to last for minutes as she kept thrusting her young hips at me. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and put them in her mouth. I gave her a taste of her own honey and Melissa gobbled it up greedily; I asked her if she liked that. In a dreamy response she said “oh yeah!” 

“Take off your panties.” I instructed her.

Melissa was momentarily dumbstruck and looked panicked, however she quickly recovered and raised those beautiful hips once again and looked at me with a sly smile as she slowly peeled her wet panties down.

I slowly pulled my own boxers down. Melissa’s eyes were glued to my engorged cock. I pulled my cock free and let it pulsate as it quivered in anticipation. Melissa appeared awed at the sight of it, there was pre-come on the tip of my raging hard on and it made my cock glisten, I gave it a few pulls and more juice oozed over the tip. 

“I ‘m going to stick this cock in your tight cunt,” I told her. 

Melissa looked excited and scared. I took her sweet young soft hands and placed them on my raging cock once again. 

“Oooh! It’s so big and soo hard. I don’t know if it’s going to fit”

Her hands felt so silky and smooth on my cock. I moaned with profound pleasure “Aaaah!”

Melissa let my cock go and anxiously and asked if that hurt. “No” I said that feels so good don’t stop, so she grabbed it again in excited awe. I have a fair size cock but with her small hands holding it, I felt like a horse. Both of her hands held it, one over the other, and there was still a good inch left plus my engorged head. She began to pump my man stick. I could have exploded right there. 

I pulled her face towards my cock. “Kiss it,” I pleaded. Melissa that little angel was sure willing. She put those full pouty lips on my cock and tasted cock for the first time. 

She said, “It tasted kind of salty.”

“Lick the tip,” I instructed my eager student and Melissa eagerly did my bidding. This naked beauty was so sexually pumped that she would have let me fuck her ass if I asked. Her beautiful little tongue snaked out to lick my cock. She looked like she was licking a lollipop. When she licked the underside of head I almost exploded.

“Put it in your mouth” Melissa put the knob of my cock in her tight little mouth. The sight of her little hand wrapped around my cock and her pretty face and mouth over the head of my shaft, with her hair flailing over my hips was too much. I had to pull her off my cock. It came out with a slurpy plop. Melissa looked disappointed, but so inviting. I knelt between her legs. Melissa spread her legs and exposed her pretty pussy to my lustful gaze. She had such a pretty little cunt. She had a slight growth of wispy hair that was silky smooth and ended just above her love hole. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened with her pussy juice, they begged to be kissed and suckled. My hands ran over her soft thighs. Melissa opened her legs even more with eager anticipation. I lowered my mouth towards her pussy. The smell of her sex increased my desire to have her. I moved past her pussy and planted a kiss on her pretty little asshole; my tongue lightly caressed her sphincter.

“Oooooh!!!”

I eagerly moved to her spread legs and ran my tongue up the slit of her honey dripping pussy. I felt her soft feet rest on the small of my back and her creamy thighs against my ears.

“Oooooh my god Uncle” Melissa moaned.

I flicked my tongue over her clit and I felt her tense as she mashed her cunt against my face. 

“Oooh yes!!” She moaned as her hands went to the back of my head as she fucked my face. I pushed a finger into her anus and I felt her push her ass onto my finger.

“Oh Uncle that feels so gooood!!!” growled Melissa.

Her pussy was quivering and dripping honey. I sucked on her clit and drove my tongue deep into her pussy. Her body tensed and flooded my mouth with her nectar as she achieved another orgasm. 

I knelt between hers legs again. My cock was jutting out like a battering ram. Melissa slowly moved her beautiful feet to my cock and began to masturbate my cock with her tiny toes. I poised my cock at the opening of her cunt. I moved my massive cock head over her clit and around her pussy lips. I wanted to grease my pole and lubricate her cunt before I impaled her. Melissa moved her hips and cunt toward my cock. I pressed my cock at her entrance. Her cunt looked so small with my cock at her entrance. I slowly pushed my cock into her hot little hole, I could feel her little cunt lips stretch to engulf my stiff cock as I drove into her. Her pussy was hot, tight and wet. My cock head was in her tight cunt. I felt Melissa’s heels on my ass cheeks as she squirmed underneath me. Melissa’s nipples and tits were dancing as she thrust to meet my cock. I bent down and put one of those tasty nipples in my mouth while I massaged the other one. Her lithe tight body was aching to get as much of my cock into her as possible. Her breath was raspy and quick. She clutched my shoulders as my cock stretched her aching pussy.

“Aaaah!” “OH Uncle, it’s so big!!”

I pushed in further and I felt her body tremble with sexual energy. She was sweating and moaning loudly. I gave her a bit more of my cock and her pussy opened up to accept me. Her pussy felt like my cock was being squeezed with hot honey. I looked into her eyes and saw a pleased lusty expression on her face, she pressed her mouth to me and gave me a rich wet kiss. As my tongue snaked through her lips, she sucked on it like it was my cock. I felt her smooth thighs as she closed her legs around my hips. I reach between us and started to rub her clitoris, Melissa pushed against my cock and sank my cock deep into her pussy. Her eyes bulged for a brief second and I saw a momentary flash of ecstasy. I fucked her with long slow thrusts.

“OOOH YESS!!!” “AAAH” “ OH FUCK” “Oh Uncle! You feel so good”

I pulled out so just the tip of my head was in her. Melissa quickly lifted her hips to impale her self again. I looked down between us to see my pussy soaked cock slip in and out of her tight hole. She was steaming and dripping her cunt juice onto her ass. Her pussy was pumping up and down on my cock as my balls were slapping her pretty little ass. 


Melissa



I was still madly in love with my wife when she filed for divorce but came to realize our own personal demons were making it impossible to stay together. Unfortunately, her demons had destroyed our sex life for six of our seven years together and as I unpacked my things in my new apartment I could think of nothing else but getting laid. A week later I met Melissa.

It began innocently enough (doesn't it always?) when I found an ad online for an almost new mountain bike at a very good price. I called the number in the listing and the phone was answered by a woman with a very smoky sounding seductive voice. I introduced myself and told her I was calling about the bike. She apologized, telling me the bike had just been sold that morning after a bidding war between two of her neighbors, the winner having not only overpaid, but offered his extra ticket to the Monet exhibit as well. I laughed and told her I was disappointed, but hoped she enjoyed the museum, adding that during my morning run I had seen an advertisement stating the Monet show was sold out. Melissa told me she was also a running fanatic, and asked if we could run together one evening. Aching for any type of companionship I agreed and gave her my number before we hung up.

I settled into my new, albeit boring single life, working days, running in the evenings, and releasing all my sexual tension thru pornography and phone sex. At thirty seven years old I was hard constantly and with my new found privacy took full advantage of stroking my cock until all hours of the night.

One Thursday night I was lying back on my couch finally getting comfortable after working late. My freshly shaven cock and balls were especially sensitive, and every nerve in my body began to fire in double time as I wrapped my favorite ball spreader around my cock and fastened the snaps. Just as my fingers began tracing the head of my cock the phone rang. I reached over and grabbed the phone off the coffee table, almost dropping it as I said hello. 

"Hi, um, it's Melissa, do you remember me?" 

"Oh yeah, of course, how was the Monet Show" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. 

"Incredible, except for the company, I did get dinner and quite a few glasses of wine though, so it was worth it.

I could hear a slight slur in her voice, but it only made her sound sexier. Maybe it was all the testosterone coursing thru my veins, but something caused me to take a blunt approach.

"Something tells me he spent the evening trying to fuck you" I laughed

"That's an understatement. I actually considered it, but I knew I'd never get rid of him. He's not a bad looking guy, just annoying. And he smells a little." She replied

We both started laughing and I began to forget about the almost painfully throbbing cock between my legs. Then Melissa snapped me back into reality.

"What are you up to?" she asked sounding very innocent.

"Actually, well, I was in the middle of my own sexual interlude. "

I waited for a reply and was instead met with half a minute of silence.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, wait a minute, are you alone?

"Yeah, actually I am, long day, long run tonight, and an abundance of testosterone." I said

I heard her sigh, then moan quietly"mmm, well I just crawled into bed, actually I wanted to hear your voice for a minute, it's so deep. I bet it's hot when you cum"

Just hearing her say those words brought a pool of pre cum pouring out of me.

I took a deep breath and held it, then sliding my hand back down my cock I let out a moan.

The conversation had turned so quickly I was almost speechless. I grabbed my bottle of astroglide and let a cold slippery stream coat my cock. 

"I really didn't think I could get any harder, but you just did it."

"What did I do?" she asked

"Just hearing you talk about cum, it's making my head spin."

"Well I'm soaked. Can I tell you what I like? It's, well, a little weird."

"Please tell me, now you have my interest piqued."

Melissa hesitated for a moment. Then she very shyly said the magic words.

"I like cum. I mean I really like it, on my face."

This was too much. I knew almost nothing about this woman, including what she looked like, but she had me more than half crazed. 

"That's perfect, because I'm imagining you right now, lying on your back, kneeling over your face insane with the anticipation of seeing this huge load covering you."

"That makes me so fucking wet, tell me I'm cunt! Cover my face with cum! "

"Why do you like cum on your face Melissa cunt?" I asked

"It makes me feel slutty, oh God, call me a cunt again, call me Melissa cunt! I'm pounding my pussy with this dildo!"

"Keep fucking yourself Melissa cunt, look right at me, kneeling over you, stroking my cock right next to you face, my fingers wrapping around you neck squeezing just hard enough to keep you in place. When I cum I want you to show me how slutty you are, show me the cum in your mouth, don't swallow it, hold it there while I lick the cum from your face and spit it right in your mouth."

That was enough to send her and me over the edge, my cock began to spasm, the first shots sailing clear over my head. The successive bursts covered my face and chest, and I had to let the phones mouthpiece slip away from my lips so I wouldn't scream directly into Melissa's ear.

It took several minutes for us to recover enough to talk. Melissa gave me a detailed description of how her pussy had soaked her sheets, and more importantly, how easy it was to make her squirt. I was in heaven just thinking of her laying there playing with my cum, fisting her tight cunt while she blew cum bubbles, trying not to spill any while I stretched her open again and again.

It was obvious; I had to meet this woman.



Melissa



Melissa stood just shy of five feet two, wore size eighteen to twenty clothes and had the cutest smile I'd ever seen. We'd met on a night out with a mutual friend, it had been lust at first sight, for me at least. Melissa and I had chatted briefly, in between jugs of cocktails and shots of tequila. As the months passed by, Melissa had started to work for my company. Melissa worked in a different department to me, at a small office roughly twenty miles from the one I work in. We bumped into each other on training days and at conferences and got to know each other a little better over cigarettes and coffee during breaks.

As time passed we had exchanged phone numbers and texted each other regularly, just to say "hi" and catch up on life. Innocent text messages began to get a little flirtatious between us, and soon we began to exchange pictures messages, she would send me pictures of herself licking things and sucking her fingers. I would send her pictures of myself in my under ware, or with my hand suggestively covering my cock and balls. 

It was a Monday, we had a company conference. Melissa and I stood talking outside the building before going inside. "Cigarette," I said, offering her the pack of Marlboro.

"Thanks," she said with one of her beautiful smiles. Her hair was pulled back tight and held in a pony-tail. She wore a low cut top that really showed off her cleavage, probably not the most professional of things to wear but I was pleased and as she took a cigarette from the pack I couldn't keep my eyes off of her bulging chest. "Hey, I'm up here," she said with a giggle. "You like this top then?"

"Very much," I said, a little nervous after having been caught eyeing her breasts.

"I thought you might," Melissa lit her cigarette, "I wore it for you."

"Thank you very much!" I said with a smile.

"So you like what you see?"

"I sure do," and then I was interrupted.

"Hey guys!" I looked around and there was Steve, a tall muscular man with short cropped blonde hair and expensive jeans. "How you doing?"

"I'm good, thank you," Melissa told him.

"Cool, thanks mate, you?"

"Good, can't believe we've got another bloody conference! It's all we seem to do now!"

"I know," I replied, secretly wanting him to go back from whence he came.

"Maybe they could just let us get on with working, I've a stack of paperwork to get through by Wednesday," Melissa said.

"Oh, I think we should go in," Steve said, "looks like people are making their way in." He walked off, Melissa and I took a last drag on out cigarettes, stamped them out and headed in after him. As we walked up the slope towards the front door of the building I leaned into Melissa's ear and whispered, "so, you were saying?"

"Wait till break," she whispered back to me, "we'll talk then."

o0o

An hour and a half passed. An hour and half of watching slides and listening to the company director talking about budgets, recessions, graphs and upping the financial return. An hour and a half of thinking about Melissa's breasts, imagining setting them free from her bra, of taking them in my hands and of licking her erect nipples, pulling on them with my fingers, kissing her neck, loosening her jeans and....

"Hey, break time! Fag?" Melissa's voice brought me back into the room. "You paying attention? You looked a little vacant there."

"Uh? Oh, sure, yeah, I was just day dreaming."

"What about?" Melissa said, leaning forward to give me a good eyeful of cleavage.

"Oh, nothing," I lied.

"Is that right?"

I stood up, we got a cup of coffee each and went outside to smoke. "So you're really liking my top? You were fantasising about my tits weren't you just then?"

"I.. I..."

"Go on admit it, you were thinking about them, about how big they are, what you would do to them."

"I was," I said shyly.

"I could tell, you had a bulge in your trousers. Now, shall I tell you what I thought when I saw that?"

"Go on..."

"I thought, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the director saw that you'd got a hard on whilst he was talking!" Melissa laughed.

"You bitch!" I said, half jokingly, half seriously. 

Melissa moved closer to me, grabbed me by the back of the head, pulled me down so that my ear was level with her mouth. "What I really thought," she whispered, "is how good it would feel to unzip your jeans, reach in, pull your cock out and suck it till you shoot your hot cum down my fucking throat."

My mouth went a little dry, I wasn't used to her being this forceful. "You can have that, whenever you want," I eventually replied once the initial shock had worn off.

"So, tell me, what were you thinking about in there? I bet I can guess, you were thinking about my tits, thinking about licking and sucking my nipples, well you know what? That makes my pussy wet, it's wet right now..."

"Guys!" Steve said.

Not now, fuck off I thought to myself and then out loud said "Steve, Christ this mornings session was dull."

"I know, you seemed engrossed though."

"Well, when our lord and master speaks... I listen and obey!"

"You fucking liar!" Melissa said, "you were daydreaming! You've no idea what he said."

"That wouldn't surprise me," Steve retorted, "In all the years I've know you, Mark, I don't think I've ever known you to pay any attention, ever, to anything, other than women and your gadget-toys!"

"Shut up, Steve, you tosser!" I said.

"Caught out! He's got your number!" Melissa said with a little smirk on her face.

"Time to go back in!" Steve said, sounding strangely excited about the prospect. I'd not even had chance to light a cigarette, what with Melissa's admission and Steve's interruption.

Back inside for more droning from the director, various members of upper management, more slides and more... tedious boredom.

Lunch finally came around at one pm. I loaded a plate full of egg sandwiches, crisp and quiche. I went to sit on the floor at the back of the room, I'd had enough of the plastic chairs, they were uncomfortable and hurt my back. Melissa came over, her plate loaded high with food. "So, you were saying?" I said with a grin.

"What was I saying?"

"About my cock..."

"Oh yeah, well, we need an evening together. What're you doing tonight?"

"I've no plans."

"I do," Melissa said. She paused before saying, "I'm riding your cock, I'm gonna slide my pussy up and down your cock until you cum inside me, then I'm going to sit on your face and you're gonna lick my cunt until I cum in your face."

My cock was hard, my heart racing with excitement. "OK, your place?"

"Damn right, follow me home from here."

We sat in silence for a while and ate our lunches. Melissa got up and went to the bathroom. Minutes later my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, pressed the "new message" button and seconds later a picture of Melissa's shaven pussy popped up on my screen. Wow, I thought. I'd always had a thing for fat women with shaven pussies, I don't know where it had come from, but now that I knew about Melissa's smooth cunt, It was going to be even harder to concentrate for the rest of the day. Melissa came back from the bathroom and sat next to me again. "Enjoy the picture?"

"Now, I want you now."

Melissa just laughed, "wait, Mark, wait, you'll get it all tonight."

The remaining hours passed very slowly, all I could think about was getting back to Melissa's flat and ripping her clothes off of her beautifully curved body, having her sit on my cock, watching her huge breasts and stomach fat bouncing up and down as she rode me. Damn, all I was getting was more management speak, more slides and more and more frustrated, at this point I was so horny that I could've cum in my boxers at any minute.

Finally the conference wrapped up. I walked to my car, Melissa walked to hers. "Follow me," she said with a smile and off we went.

o0o

I parked behind Melissa's car, got out, walked up behind her, grabbed her, span her around and kissed her hard on the lips. She pushed me back, saying "boy, you are horny, wait till we get inside." 

We walked up the path to the block of flats that Melissa lived in, through the front door, up the stairs to the second floor and into her home. "Take a seat," she said, "I'll be out in a minute." 

I walked into her living room, took a seat on the sofa, took my shoes and socks off and flicked though a magazine whilst I waited. Anticipation burnt through my body, each second felt like an hour, I had wanted this to happen since I had first met Melissa, first seen the way she looked in that green dress, seen how it clung to her curves, how she jiggled as she moved.

"How do I look?" Melissa entered the room in a see through negligée, her hair down around her shoulders, her breasts resting on the top of her stomach under the black mesh of her top. Her stomach hung over her waist a little, enough to turn me on, not enough to cover her shaven pussy. 

I looked her up and down, my eyes bulging almost as much as my cock. "You look amazing." 

Melissa beckoned me over to her. I stood up and she lead me to her bedroom, pushed me down on to her bed and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back, running my hands over her body...



Melissa



Hello everyone, I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, but my second book is doing better than I ever expected it to do. With that said, I've been doing A LOT of book signings in A LOT of different places over the past year so; thank you for understanding. As always this is a fictional story so, remember; anything can, and usually does happen in a fictional tale. I hope you enjoy it. God Bless,

MoogPlayer

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Hi, my name is Thomas Jackson Blake Jr., Tommy, or these days, just plain old, Tom, to my friends. I stand six feet, two inches tall, and weigh around two hundred and twenty-five pounds. I have dark hair and eyes like my Dad; and while I'm in my mid fifties now, what I'm about to tell you happened right after my eighteenth birthday. My mother had been killed in a terrible car wreck when I was twelve. She was on her way home from having her hair done, when these two assholes that had just held up a convenience store and were being chased by the police, ran a red-light and plowed directly into Mom's car on the driver's side, killing her and the guy in the passenger seat of the other car.

I was an emotional wreck over it for a while, not to mention Dad; and I can't even begin to comprehend, nor could I ever imagine the toll that Mom's death had taken on him. Still though, he never once neglected his fatherly duties, and was very good to me in every way. He was there to chase away the nightmares I'd had, and stayed with me until I went back to sleep. It's not only correct, but a fact to state that my Dad is the best and strongest man I've ever known, who did more than just set a good example for me to follow; he did it by following the same standards as well.

You see, Mom was a concert pianist who gave up a very promising career when she met my father. I asked her about it one time during one of the many piano lessons she gave me, insisting even as a child that I learn to play piano; and with a beautiful smile she told me, that by following one's heart, it would bring that person pure and total fulfillment, hence the reason she married Dad.

Dad, on the other hand, who went by Jack, was in the Marine Corps and had fought in the war in Vietnam, which, thank God, had just ended when this all took place. Still though, he had taught me how to defend myself as well as how to fight, from the time I was a small boy until I was ten. He then he put me in a dojo to study under a friend of his, where I excelled and earned my black belt in only a little over two and a half years, due to, and because of the previous and intensive instruction my father had given me. 

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Chapter One

About two years after Mom died, I was seventeen at the time, and Dad began dating. At first he went out on a few dates, none of which were successful, until he met a woman named Linda Hanson. He began to spend more weekends out with her, and after they had been dating for about six months, or so, he brought her home to meet me.

She weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of one hundred and twenty pounds, I'd say, and stood about five feet, six inches tall. She long shoulder length blonde hair, and very pretty blue eyes. Her measurements fit her height and weight, and she was as nice as she was pretty.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tommy," she gently smiled, "Your father has told me so many wonderful things about you."

"Oh, is that a fact?" I playfully teased, "Well if Dad said something good about me then you can be fairly sure that it's a load of horse manure."

"Oh my goodness," she giggled, making not only her pretty face light up, but the entire room as well, "That was too funny."

"Jeez," Dad smiled, "Don't make his head any bigger than it already is."

"Oh, come now, Jack," Linda grinned, placing her arm around my waist, making me blush, "That could never happen to such a handsome boy...especially this one."

Still though, I could tell that Linda made Dad happy and that's what was most important to me. I mean, hell, I hadn't seen him smiling like that since way before Mom died, and he most definitely needed it so, that's all that mattered to me.

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The house that we, me and Dad, lived in back then was nothing to write home about. Don't get me wrong, we didn't live in a hovel either; it was just an ordinary three bedroom house in an American middle class neighborhood.

Dad was an Architect whom, after Mom died, poured himself into his work, making partner eighteen months after that. My father made sure that I was well fed, nicely clothed, and while my car wasn't necessarily brand new, I still had a nice car, a used, mint condition, 1958 Corvette Stingray.

I had painted it a beautiful shade of deep blue, and then once that was done; Dad and I took it down to Guadalajara Mexico to give it a brand new white leather interior that was tucked and rolled. The really cool part about it was that for my eighteenth birthday, Dad's partners at his work all pitched in and bought me a complete set of Classic Mag Wheels, which was basically the proverbial icing-on-the-cake. Of course Dad had a Blaupunkt™ stereo installed that had a cassette player, as opposed to an eight-track tape player. With the pre-amp mounted in the glove compartment, and after the speakers had been put in; it felt like I was in a concert hall when the music played.

The girls loved my car, and I always had a date on the weekend, but because I was such a painfully shy kid, I remained a virgin till almost the end of my high school career. The girls always seemed willing enough, but, to tell the truth, I hadn't the foggiest idea, at the time, how to navigate my way around a female body; and therefore, for fear of failure, I never tried.

All-in-all my car was very cool looking according not only to my set of standards, but almost all of the kids of whom I'd made friends and attended Thomas Jefferson High School with. My school was one of very few in the area which had not only your normal and standard high school sports teams, but also a Karate Team. I was one of only two Black Belts on the whole team, the other one being our coach and instructor, Mister Larry Timmons, who, he himself was a Sensei, or teacher, as that's what the word "Sensei" means. 

Because of the rarity of the sport at that time, even moreso having a team in a high school back then, it meant that we were forced to compete on the collegiate levels, against junior colleges and some smaller universities, while still closely adhering to the N.C.A.A. rules and regulations. 

I was asked to join the Karate Team when I was a sophomore, and once that happened, every black belt who was on whatever opposing team we faced, seemed to be after my hide. But, we still persevered, and, through all the bull-shit, managed to make a good showing whenever, as well as wherever we competed.  

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I knew that Dad and Linda were getting serious when I came home one evening after practice to find Linda and her daughter, whom I hadn't met yet, at the house to greet me. Linda's daughter, who I found out was named, Melissa, was absolutely breathtaking as she was so beautiful. 

She had long dark hair, the same color and length as mine; but that's where the similarities between us ended. She had bright blue eyes and was built like the proverbial brick-shit house. I'd say she weighed around one hundred and fifteen pounds, stood five feet, seven inches tall, and although it was difficult to tell her bust size when we first met; I'd say she had C-cup sized breasts; but like I said, it was difficult to tell at the time.

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I tried to be as polite as I knew how, but she acted like a bitch from the very beginning. She was very rude, or so I though; and she refused to be engaged in any type of conversation with me, barely speaking to Dad, and that was only if he asked her a direct question.

"Man" I silently thought to myself, "What a bitch!"  

As I had been expecting for some time now, Dad broke the news to Melissa and I that he and Linda were getting married. I was ecstatic over the news, and was genuinely happy for the both of them. However, Melissa sat there and silently sulked...and after receiving a scalding glare from Linda, asked to use the telephone.

I thought her behavior rather strange until a bright yellow taxi came and picked her up from our house, taking her home, according to what Linda told us after Melissa was gone.

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"I'm sorry if I upset her," Dad said, to Linda, "I didn't think that she...."

"No, sweetheart," Linda gently interrupted him, "It's about time she got a good dose of reality and started dealing with the fact that she can't have everything she wants, whenever she wants it, and I'm really sorry for her behavior."

"Linda, honey," Dad soothed, taking her into his arms and kissing her, "There's no need for you to apologize...for anything."

"That's right," I smiled, hugging them both, "For anything."

"I love you guys...very much," she sniffled smiling.

"We love you, too," I grinned, receiving an affirmative nod from Dad, "We love you very much."

~~~~~~

Dad and I spent the rest of the summer packing everything and getting ready for the move to a new home, and as Dad called it; a new start. Granted, I was ecstatic over the fact that my father had found happiness again; but I was dreading having to spend my Senior Year of high school in a new school.

I remembered how the people at my school had treated the new students, and I was certainly not looking forward to being treated the same way...especially knowing that Melissa would be there as well. "Oh, well, I guess that having to put up with shit like this is part of life, and I guess that I'll just have to deal with it," I thought to myself.

"Look at it this way, man," my friends, Jake Collins and Mark Howard, teased me when I told them about it, "It's not like you don't know how to handle yourself, now, is it?"

"I don't know," I said, "I mean, I'm glad that my Dad is happy, but...."

"Come on, Tommy," Jake grinned, "You and I both know that all the girls at Warner High School are hot Hell, bro, I even heard that most of them are real sweet, too."

"Not all of them," I said, "But hey, I'll still be close enough that I can come visit you guys, right?"

"We'll have to see about that," Mark laughed, "Especially if one of those Warner girls gets her hooks into you."

"Come on, dude," I playfully groaned, "Gimme a break, man, damn."

~~~~~~

Linda's late husband was a Corporate Attorney who got killed in a plane crash. And because he was in a company plane, not to mention the humongous life insurance policy he taken out on himself; he'd left her extremely well off. 

And because of that, we moved out of our house into hers. It was located on the other side of town, which meant that I would be spending my senior year at a new school, and because the rumors that I'd heard about the place, I was going into it with mixed emotions. I had a feeling that this up-coming year was going to be different from any, as well as every thing I'd ever seen or experienced in my life...well, at least up to this point anyway.

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Dad and Linda opted for a courthouse wedding as opposed to a church wedding. I was Dad's best man and Melissa stood up with her mother. I wasn't expecting Melissa to say more than two words to me after the ceremony, and I was right, she didn't say anything. She simply signed Dad and Linda's marriage license as a witness, and then she turned and walked away. I could tell that Melissa's behavior had truly hurt Linda, but I was not about to let a very happy occasion turn sour. 

So, after I signed the other witness line on the marriage license, I turned to Dad and Linda, and kissing Linda on the cheek, said, "I want to let you know how happy you've made not only my father, but me as well, and I will always love you for that. Welcome to our family, Linda; I wish you and Dad all the happiness in the world."

"What a sweet thing to say," she happily sniffled, "Thank you, Tommy, and I love you, too, sweetie."

"Is that so?" I teased, "Then I say you should've waited till I graduated high school and was old enough before you married Dad."

"Shut up," Dad laughed, "Smart ass kid."

"Oh my goodness, no," Linda giggled, "He's a silver tongue devil...just like his father."

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Dad and Linda spent five days in the Florida Keys for their honeymoon, and when they returned, I could tell that they had truly enjoyed themselves; forming the bond that the honeymoon gives to couples in love.

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Then the day came that we had to move. While Dad had made previous arrangements for some, not all, of our furniture to be put in storage, I'd already packed up my belongings and put them on the truck that was going to our new home. And when I got to the new house, well, new to me anyway, Dad and Linda were there to greet me the moment I pulled into the driveway of one of the most beautiful, most spacious homes I'd ever seen.

We've got your new room ready," Linda cheerfully smiled, hugging me the moment I got out of my car, "I hope you like it, sweetie."

"Thank you," I sweetly replied, returning her hug, "I'm sure everything will be just fine."

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My "new room" as Linda called it, turned out to be the entire basement floor of the house. She and Dad had taken my workout gear, i.e. mats, punching bags, practice weapons, etc. and placed them in a strategic location on one side of the room; while placing my musical gear, electric piano, Hammond B-3 Organ, synthesizers and amps on the other side of the room with my bed strategically placed somewhere in the middle of it all. Man, it was very cool, even if I say so myself, and I knew that I was going to be very comfortable here. 

I thought they did an excellent job and thanked them both profusely, telling Linda, "Thank you for allowing me into your home, and I'll do my very best not to make you sorry that you did."

"Oh, Tommy," she tenderly replied, while gently hugging me, "This is your home, too, now, sweetheart; and it will always be your home...for as long as you want it to be."

"Thank you very much," I smiled, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Needless to say, Melissa was nowhere to be found, and to be totally honest, I really didn't miss her one bit either. She had been a total bitch from the very first moment I met her. I would've been able to tolerate her disrespect toward me, but she'd also been disrespectful to both Dad and Linda for no reason whatsoever; and that, I wasn't going to tolerate...not in the least, the little bitch...I didn't give a shit how good looking I thought she was. Damn, did I just say that?

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One good thing about living in Linda's house was the fact that there was a nice sized pool in the back yard, of which I volunteered to keep it clean as one of my chores. Not only did it have a diving board, but it was long enough that I could swim laps and still get a good workout.

The whole house sat on two acres of land, all of which had been sodden in Bermuda grass upon its construction, making it look like something you would see depicted in a "Better Homes and Gardens" magazine pictorial so; to say that it was nice would be an understatement. 

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The first day of school was a week away when I finally saw Melissa since Dad and I had been moved in, well, actually it was because I saw her Mustang convertible parked in the driveway, and I could hear her and her mother going at it upstairs.

"Would you care to tell me where you've been for the past week?" Linda firmly asked, "I can't begin to tell you how bad you made yourself look in front of Jack and Tommy."

The next thing I heard was Melissa screaming something unintelligible and then I heard what sounded like something made of glass, crashing against the wall and breaking on the floor. I dashed up the stairs at light speed in case someone had been hurt.

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I arrived upstairs on the main floor (remember my bedroom was the basement) and followed the sound of two females yelling at each other into the living room, where I found Melissa and Linda locked in verbal combat; and it wasn't until I heard Melissa call her mother a selfish bitch that I intervened.

"KNOCK IT OFF!!!" I yelled, silencing the both of them.

"Now," I evenly said, "Would someone like to calmly tell me what the hell is going on in here?"

"My daughter is being extremely disrespectful," Linda told me, "And I'm sick and tired of it."

Before I could comment, Melissa hatefully spat, "I'm not being disrespectful, Mom's just being a bitch, and I'm not...."

"Whoa, wait a minute," I sharply interrupted her, "I don't care what it is. You have no right to call your mother a bitch in her own house under any circumstances."

"Fuck you," she again hatefully replied, taking a swing at me with her fist, "And you don't belong here either, motherfucker."

The moment she swung at me, I simply blocked and deflected her punch, angering her enough to take another swing, until I finally got her arm locked behind her in a gentle but firm grip and calmly said, "We can do this all day, but I don't want to have to do this to you, nor do I want you to do this to yourself. Do you understand me?"

"Fuck you," she said, beginning to cry, "Let me go."

"I'm going to let you go," I warned, "But you'd better not try to hit me again, okay?"

"Okay," she cried, "Just let go of me, you asshole," and then I released the hold I had on her.

"You'll pay for that, you fucker," she openly cried, and then she ran down the hall to her room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

"I'm really sorry about that," I told Linda, "I didn't hurt her, I swear; but she left me no choice, please tell me that you understand."

"You have nothing to worry about, Tommy," Linda smiled, "I think the only thing you hurt was her pride, which means that you didn't really hurt her at all."

"You can tell me that it's none of my business," I said, "But why does she act like that? I mean, I haven't done a single thing to her, and yet she treats me like a disease." 

"It's not your fault," Linda sadly smiled, "She wasn't the same after her father died, and according to her, I was defiling her father's memory when I began dating again. I've tried to talk to her but she won't let me in."

"Maybe I can try again," I reassured her, "But we're going to have to give her some time to get over this though."

"That would be great, sweetie," Linda hopefully replied, "I'm willing to try anything at this point."

"Good," I grinned, "But let's see how things go from here, first."

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Melissa refused to have dinner with us for the rest of that week, waiting until she thought everyone was asleep, and then she would sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever was left over. Her movements on the ground floor above me woke me every time she came into the kitchen; and once I'd brought it to her mother's attention, Linda began leaving a full plate of food in the refrigerator for her daughter after supper was over with.

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The first day of school finally arrived, and with it came a bundle of nerves that had decided to take up residence in my stomach. Still though, I wasn't afraid, no, it was more apprehension than anything else, and I knew that I would eventually be alright once I got into the swing of things.

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The moment I pulled my car into the parking lot and got out of it, two girls, who were very pretty I might add, approached me with smiles on each of their faces while I was locking my door. One was a blonde and the other was a brunette, both of whom had blue eyes, and both of which were built very nicely.




Melissa



"You must be new here," said the blonde, taking my hand and shaking it, "Hi, my name is Sherilyn Hawkins, "then nodding towards the brunette, continued, "And her name is Jenny Rodgers...what's your name?"

"My name is Tommy Blake," I genuinely smiled, "And it's nice to meet the both of you."

Sherilyn had one hand, while Jenny took the other one, and pulling me along with them, smiled and said, "Come on, we'll show you where the office is."

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These two girls were very pretty and both of them were built extremely well, and save for the tight jeans they were both wearing, accenting the succulence of their asses, I was having not too difficult of a time staying focused on what they were saying to me.

"Where are you from?" Sherilyn asked, "And what school did you go to?"

"Actually, I grew up right here and went to Jefferson, across town," I replied, "But when my Dad remarried, we moved over here."

"Who did he marry?" Jenny asked, "Is it anyone we know?"

And when I mentioned Linda's name, Sherilyn looked at Jenny with a knowing smile, and then back at me, and said, "So, you're Melissa Hanson's new step-brother that we've all heard about, oh, my!"

"Ooo, and she was right, girl," Jenny giggled, "He really is a hunk."

"Mmm, Hmm," Sherilyn grinned, then giggled, "Come on, Tommy, you handsome thing, let's get you to the office so that you can get registered," with Jenny giggling on the other side of me.

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"Welcome to Warner High," smiled Mrs. Powers, the school secretary, handing me my class schedule, "I hope you enjoy it here."

"Thank you, Ma'am," I politely replied, "I'm sure I will."

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"I'm going to be late to class," Jenny smiled, as she and Sherilyn escorted me out of the office, "You've got this period free, Sher; why don't you show handsome, here, to his first class?"

"Oh, you can count on it," Sherilyn giggled, "Bye."

Then she turned to me, and taking my hand, said, "Come on, cutie. You've got first period Creative Writing, with Miss Matthews."

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Everything had gone well that morning, and I was beginning to feel a little better about being in a new school. It was lunchtime and Jenny and Sherilyn had not left my side except to go to their own classes, which, it turned out that I had at least one class, History, with the both of them.

But at the time I was sitting there having lunch with them when suddenly, this really big guy stood at my table wanting to know what I was doing messing with his girlfriends.

"We're not your girlfriends, Johnny Banks," Jenny angrily said, "We never have been so; quit picking on him just because he's new."

"What's the matter, punk," he growled at me, "Are you too chicken-shit to talk for your self, you gotta let these bitches do all your talking for you?"

"You're real brave aren't you?" I laughed, standing up, "Does it make you feel like a bad-ass picking on a couple of girls?"

"How about I just pound your ass right here, huh?" he replied, trying to shove me, but instead, I grabbed him in a thumb lock and flipped him over the table and onto his back.

"I'll kill you," he spat, rushing toward me, only to receive a hard front kick to the groin, accompanied by a spinning back fist to the face, which knocked him to the floor, unconscious.

About that time a male teacher, Mr. Morris Green, appeared, wanting to know what was going on, as well as who started the fracas that had just occurred. Both Sherilyn and Jenny stood up in my defense, telling him what had happened, and that it wasn't my fault as I was simply defending myself.

"Well, Mister Blake," he asked me, "Is what they're saying the truth?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, pointing at Johnny, who was lying in the floor holding his balls, "He came walking to our table talking trash on the way over, and then tried to assault me. I didn't want to do this, but he forced my hand, I swear."

"I can see that," he began to laugh, helping a still foggy minded Banks up off of the floor. "Come with me, Mister Banks," he chuckled, "It's only the first day of school and already you're in trouble. Let's see what Ms. Carter (the principal) has to say about this." Then looking at Sherilyn, Jenny and me, he smiled and told us, "She'll probably want to talk to the three of you as well so; you'd better come along, too."

I didn't think any of this strange until, from out of the corner of my eye, I saw Melissa sitting with her girl friends, who, like her, were every single one, laughing like the evil bitches that I perceived them to be. And it was then that I knew she had set this whole thing up.

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"Mister Banks," Ms. Carter said, once we were all in her office, "You haven't even been here a whole day and you're already starting trouble. Go sit in detention until I decide what to do with you."

"Yes, ma'am," he sulked, and on the way out, he looked at me and said, "I'm really sorry, man, but Mel...."

Don't worry about it, bro," I politely interrupted him, standing to shake his hand, "I know who put you up to this, and it'll be alright, I promise."

"You know what?" he smiled, shaking my hand, "You're an alright guy...I thought you should know that."

"Thanks," I smiled, "I really appreciate that," and then Mr. Green escorted Johnny out of Ms. Carter's office.

"Is there something I should know, Mister Blake?" Ms. Carter suspiciously asked, "You and Mister Banks got real chummy, real quickly just now...what gives?"

It was then that I explained to her about Melissa and everything that had taken place between us at home before the school year had started. I also told her that the reason that things were the way they were between Melissa and I, was because she hated the fact that my father was married to her mother. 

However, once I was finished, I also, as humbly as possible, pleaded with her not to do anything to Johnny Banks; assuring her that I would take full responsibility, and therefore would willingly suffer the consequences, for anything Banks might do for the rest of that school year.

"You're a very forgiving young man," she smiled, "And I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'm going to grant your request provided that you keep him out of trouble, do you understand me, Mister Blake?"

"Yes, ma'am," I graciously smiled, "Thank you, again, Ms. Carter. God's going to bless you for this..."

"You're welcome, young man," she pleasantly smiled, "I think you need to go to class for now, and I'll handle things where Mister Banks is concerned. Is that good enough?"

"Yes, ma'am," I grinned, "Bye," and then I took off to go to class."

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Chapter Two

"Holy shit," Sherilyn gasped smiling, "That was the wildest thing I've ever seen."

"I know," Jenny giggled, "Where did you learn to fight like that, Tommy?"

"Look, you two," I politely replied, "I really rather not talk about it if it's all the same to you."

"But that was absolutely amazing," Sherilyn smiled, "You ought to be proud."

"I'm not," I solemnly replied, "Hurting someone is not something to be proud of."

"I think I understand," Jenny quietly said, "My father said the same thing, and acted the same way when he came back from serving over in Vietnam. Come on, Tommy," and then she took me by the hand, "I'm in your next class."

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The rest of the day was spent learning what would be required of me to graduate. Hell, I wasn't really worried about it, because I had always made straight "A's" in all of my classes ever since first grade.

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I came home to an empty house, as both Dad and Linda were still at work and wouldn't be home until after five o'clock. So; in order to keep up, I took the few homework assignments to my room and got them finished in a matter of about an hour.

After that I changed my clothes and started my workout; and it felt damn good to be able to work out the day's frustrations on my kick-bags and wooden training dummy. With every punch and kick that I delivered, I imagined Melissa's face on my respective gear. I know it sounds wrong, and although I have never, and would never hit a woman, it made me feel better to deal with the situation that way instead. 

"Jeez, what a bitch," I silently said to myself, punching and kicking my bag as hard as I possibly could; so much that I eventually wore myself out.

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That night at dinner, Melissa, as usual, was nowhere to be seen. However, I'd heard her come in earlier that afternoon not too long after I got home. Little did either of us realize that there would come a reckoning one day soon, and that we would both be forced to face it?

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That night after supper, and once I'd waited enough time for my food to digest, I decided to swim some laps in the pool so that I would sleep well. I had swum about five laps when I saw my father standing at the edge of the pool.

"Can you spare a few minutes?" he asked, "I need to talk to you, son."

"Sure," I smiled, "Let me get out of the water and dry off first."

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"Okay, Dad," I said, taking a seat opposite him at the patio table, "What can I do for you?"

"It's about your sister," he replied, "And the fact that you two don't get along."

"First of all, she's not my sister," I pointedly told him, "And secondly, I've tried to get along with her, Dad; I swear I have, but she won't let me."

"Are you sure that you've put forth an honest effort to try and get along with her?" Dad asked, "I mean, she's not that bad, is she?"

"Come on, Dad," I said, "She sent one of her goons to kick my ass at school today. I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," he laughed, "Linda called me at work after your principal called her to tell her what took place today at school."

"Well," I said, "If you already know what happened then why are we having this conversation?"

Look, Tommy," Dad began, "You have to understand how she feels after losing her father the way she did."

"Hell, Dad, if anyone understands, I understand completely, I really do," I explained, "But I've already tried to talk to her and she's treated me like total shit so; no, I don't have to do anything where that...girl...is concerned. I'm going to try and stay out of her way until I graduate and go to college. Then I won't have to deal with her anymore...end of story," and then I rose from my seat, walked over to the edge of the pool and dove back in to finish swimming my laps.

I hated the fact that I had just spoken to, as well as treated my father the way I had, but I'd had enough of Melissa and her infantile bullshit, and I wasn't going to put up with it anymore. I know that it didn't sit well with the parents, but that's just the way it was back then, case closed.

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The next day at school, Sherilyn and Jenny were both waiting for me in the senior parking lot when I pulled into school. And from the way they were acting, one would've thought that I was some kind of celebrity or something.

"Good morning, handsome," Sherilyn cooed, kissing me on the cheek, "How're you this morning?"

But before I could answer, Jenny threw her arms around my neck, kissing my lips, then, with a smile, said, "Hi, sweetheart how is our boyfriend today?"

"Our boyfriend" I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's like this," Sherilyn giggled, as she began, "Last night Jenny and I had a long talk, and we've decided that we both want you to be our boyfriend, but you can't date one of us without making the other one jealous so; we've decided to share you with one another."

"Yeah," Jenny softly replied, as she snuggled under my right arm, while Sherilyn took the left, "We're going to share you...I hope that's okay."

"Do I have a say in this?" I asked grinning.

"No," giggled the both of them at the same time, then Sherilyn added, "If you go out with one of us, you're going to have to take the both of us along with you on a date."

"What if I don't want to go out with either one of you?" I teased, "Then what?"

"Oh, Tommy," Jenny suddenly pouted, "That is so mean."

"I can't believe you just said that," Sherilyn replied, turning to walk away, "If that's the case then you don't deserve either one of us. Come on, Jen."

"Whoa, wait a minute," I grinned pulling them back toward me, "I was only teasing...I'd be proud to be seen with either one of you anywhere, okay?"

"That's better," Jenny giggled, smacking me on the butt, "You're such a brat."

"Definitely a brat," Sherilyn smiled, her arm around my waist, "Come on, baby, let's get you to class."

~~~~~~

When I got to my first class that next morning, and after kissing both of my girls, you could've heard a pin drop when I walked into the class room. All of the guys in class were giving me dirty looks, and all of the girls in the room gazed at me with unfamiliar looks on their faces and in their eyes.

Still though, I thought nothing of it at the time and kept to myself for the entire first period. But the funny thing about it was that I was treated the same way in every single one of my classes that morning, and for the life of me, I couldn't understand why until lunch break came.

~~~~~~

I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria with Jenny on one side of me and Sherilyn on the other side, minding my own business. All of a sudden I looked up to find none other than Johnny Banks standing at our table with a silly grin plastered across his face as the whole cafeteria went silent.

"Hey, Tommy," Johnny grinned, extending his hand in friendship, "How're ya doin today, buddy?"

"Oh, hey, Johnny," I smiled, standing up and shaking his hand, "I'm doing real well. Please, join us for lunch if you don't have any other plans."

"I'd love to," he chuckled, taking a seat across the table from us, "I don't know if you know this, or not, but your sister is spreading some pretty fucked up rumors about you around school."

"Oh, really," I said, my curiosity piqued, "First of all, she's not my sister. Her Mom and my Dad are married, and secondly, what rumors?"

"Well, it's like this, he began, "She told the guys on the football team that you were a fag, and the only reason that you're hanging out with these two (referring to Sherilyn and Jenny) is to put up a smoke screen to try and fool everyone."

"Is that right?" I laughed, "Well, as you can plainly see, it's not true, and you can tell the guys on the football team that if any of them have a problem with me, or my two girlfriends, then they can come and see me about it, okay?"

"I wouldn't worry too much about any of them," he chuckled, "After the thrashing that you gave me yesterday, which I truly deserved, I don't think that they want to mess with you; but I would still watch my back anyway if I were you."

"Thanks, brother," I grinned, "I really appreciate the heads up."

"No problem," he smiled, "You're a good dude, and once again, I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, as well as the fucked up things I said to you."

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about," I told him, "If anything, I should be apologizing to you."

"You apologizing to me?" he said, "I don't think I understand that one."

"I should've tried to talk my way out of it," I replied, "Instead; I used violence when I shouldn't have."

"How about this," Johnny grinned, "How about if we become friends and just forget about it?"

"I'm' sorry, but that's impossible," I told him.

"Oh, really," he angrily replied, "And why is it impossible?"

"Because," I teased, "We already are friends."

"You're a smart ass," he laughed, "But like I already said, you're also a good guy, and hell yes, you can be my friend for as long as you want."

"Cool," I grinned, "That's going to be forever then."

~~~~~~

That afternoon when I got home from school, I was sitting in the breakfast nook enjoying an afternoon snack when none other than Melissa came in and sat down across the table from me.

"Hi," I smiled at her, "How're you this afternoon?"

"Just who in the hell do you think you are, God dammit?" she angrily asked, "You need to have your ass whipped, you stupid dickhead."

"Look," I quickly replied, "I don't know what it is that you think I've done to you, but whatever it is; I'm sorry, Melissa."

"Fuck you," she spat, "You're such an asshole...and the really sad thing about it is, that you're too fucking stupid to see it...you dickhead."

"What's the matter with you?" I asked her, "I haven't done a single thing to you, and you damn well know it."

"You don't have a clue," she angrily said, "Because you're too fucking stupid to see it."

"Is that right? Well, then try this on for size," I sneered, "You think you're only one who knows what it feels like to lose someone that you love? You're not. I lost my mother when these two assholes ran into her on the driver's side of her car, doing seventy-five miles and hour. Yeah, it hurt me, too, and I was messed up for a while..." 

"...But then I realized that all of the hate and anger in the world wasn't going to bring her back, and that the best way to deal with it...for me, anyway...was to live my life to honor her, because if I know for a fact, that if she was alive and saw me acting the way I did, she would've kicked my ass..." 

"...So, why don't you think about that the next time you want to be a shitty, hateful, bitch to me, or anyone else for that matter. In the mean time, I'll stay as far the fuck away from you as I can; but you'd better damn well stay the hell away from me until you decide that it's time for you to grow up...you make me sick to my stomach. Oh, and one more thing, you better start treating your mother better, because as soon as you turn eighteen, she can legally throw your hateful ass out of here, and I wouldn't blame her one bit if she did."

"Oh yeah?" she growled, "Well, fuck you, and go to hell you...." and then I turned and walked away, leaving her still ranting and raving like a lunatic, casually stopping at the refrigerator to grab another snack and a soda on my way to the basement....my refuge.

"Crazy bitch," I chuckled to myself, as I locked my door behind me once I was downstairs.

~~~~~~

To this day I still don't know if I had anything to do with it; but you can only imagine my shock, a pleasant kind of shock, but shock none the less, as I sat down that night to eat dinner, and Melissa appeared and joined us at the table, giving us all a very wonderful surprise, especially Linda. By reason of her action, I began to consciously consider that perhaps Melissa was to "Extend the first Olive Branch" so to speak, and I gave a second consideration to maybe trying again to at least befriend her.

However, from the first time I met her, yes I thought she was hot, but pushing all of that aside; I sensed it ran deeper than just her father's death, and that I felt something darker, more sinister had been at work. The more I thought about it, the more I grew aware of something far worse than I'd originally thought. But then suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks, someone close to Melissa had deeply hurt her, who it was I don't know, and again, I don't know how, but I knew just as sure as I knew my own name that it had nothing to do with her father's death, that much was certain. This was something way different, something that I feared for reasons I didn't know, but it still concerned me, regardless.

And I also now knew that I could never again be angry with her, ever so; I chose instead, to pray for her. I asked God to take away the demons that some yet to be discovered, evil degenerate had left behind to purposefully haunt her; making her feel like she needed to take all her pain, anger, and frustration out on not only those around her, but more importantly, those who loved and cared for her the most.

~~~~~~

The next day, Melissa began to join us for meals, and although she didn't have a lot to say to anyone, especially me, I was still grateful to God that she at least gave my Dad the opportunity to see her more often. I also hope that perhaps he might get the chance to at least try and get to know her a little better, regardless of the fact that whenever he would speak to her, she only gave either a grunt, or one-to-two word responses to his questions.




Melissa



Still though, definite progress was being made when it came to her relationship with my father, and like I said before, in my deepest and most humble gratitude, I was very thankful to God for that.

~~~~~~

The rest of the week went very smoothly not only at school, but also at home. Melissa was joining the rest of the family for every meal now. And while she was still giving me the silent treatment, she was opening up to Linda, as well as Dad.

I could see the happiness written all over his face, erasing the pain of Mom's death, only to be replaced by Linda's, and seemingly slowly, but still there none-the-less, Melissa's love as well. However, for reasons unknown to me at the time, somewhere deep down inside of me, I longed to hear Melissa talking to me, and even moreso the opportunity to gaze into her beautifully deep, hypnotic, blue eyes.

And even though I felt like she hated me, Melissa caught me, on more then a few occasions, dreamily staring at her when I thought she wasn't looking and/or paying attention. There's no doubt about her beauty, none whatsoever; but, she never realized, not until a few years ago, how truly beautiful she really is...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

~~~~~~

That Friday morning at school, Sherilyn and Jenny informed me that a party was being held at one of our fellow classmate's family home that night. The classmate who was throwing the party, was a guy named Jason Clark who, and this is so cool, just happened to be my lab partner in my Science class, which was also one of my two favorite classes. And when he gave me an invitation to his party that afternoon in Science class, I asked him if it was alright if I brought both Sherilyn and Jenny with me. 

He grinned at me, and quietly laughing, said, "Damn, Tommy, you're my hero, brother. Hell yes, you better bring your girlfriends to the party, otherwise you're gonna get hit on by the entire female populous of both the junior and senior classes." 

"Nah," I grinned, "That's your job, bro."

"Yeah, right," Jason chuckled, "I only wish that that's the way it was."

That was when I began to formulate a plan in my head. Granted, I was going to need the help of "My Girls", as I now affectionately called Sherilyn and Jenny. But if they could help me out, which I knew they would, or at least I hoped so, then my friend, Jason Clark, who also was a great guy, would never lack for true and genuine companionship ever again, god bless his kind heart.

~~~~~~

That afternoon before I left to meet Sherilyn and Jenny, I was going to follow them in Jenny's car to the party, plus, they were bringing along a friend of theirs named, Tara, whom incidentally, had been wanting to meet Jason for quite some time it seemed, but was too shy to say anything to him.

I told Dad and Linda where I was going, and that I would more than likely be late coming home. They had no problem with my going to Jason's house, because not only did they know his parents, Bob and Katherine, they also knew that they would both be there and would make certain that everyone acted responsibly, and that no one underage would be permitted to take part when it came to the drinking of alcohol, as the legal drinking age was eighteen back then.

"I trust you, son," Dad told me, "But don't forget what I told you about drinking and driving?"

"You can relax, Dad," I smiled, "I don't drink, remember?"

"I know," Dad nervously smiled, "I just wanted to make sure that you remembered." 

"Which reminds me," I quietly asked, "How did you know that you were in love with Linda?"

"That one is kind of difficult to explain," Dad grinned, "I guess I just knew, well, sort of, like I said, it's hard to explain." 

~~~~~~

"Hi, baby," Sherilyn said, when I got out of my car, "Don't you look hot?"

Then leaning over and kissing my lips, Jenny giggled, "Are you ready for us, Handsome?"

When I looked at the girls, I noticed that not only had their make-up been flawlessly applied, but they were both wearing the same one-piece dress, which beautifully defined their figures without being obscene; Jenny's was white, while Sherilyn's was black. 

I don't know who designed these dresses, but whoever it was must've had the same fetish for beautiful female cleavage, as well as hot legs, topped by nice tight asses as I did. They both wore black, patent leather shoes, with two and a half inch heels, which is what was making their legs look so hot. All I cold say was, "Damn, girls, you two look so scrumptious, I can't stand it, Mmm..." 

"Relax, Tiger," Jenny purred, as she gently palmed my ass, "The night is still young."

"Come on, Tommy," Sherilyn smiled, as she and Jenny each took a hand, leading me inside, "It's time for you to shine."

Oh, I almost forgot to mention my Sherilyn and Jenny's friend Tara, she was a cute, petite little Redhead with a tiny, but definitely female, figure; and the blue jeans she was wearing looked as if they'd been spray-painted on her body. She, too, wore shoes that were similar to what Sherilyn and Jenny were wearing, and she had on a white, long sleeved, with the sleeves rolled up, cotton shirt, and unbuttoned enough to reveal a dark blue tube top, which held a surprisingly nice sized set of tits. And once we introduced her to Jason, the two of them happily disappeared toward the kitchen; I think they said something about getting something to eat.

~~~~~~

We'd been at the party for about an hour, and Sherilyn and Jenny introduced me to a few people, girls mostly, but all of them had nothing but nice things to say to me; and I was beginning to feel like I finally fit in somewhere until I heard Jenny say, "Uh-oh, Tommy...your sister just walked through the door."

"Aw man," I said, turning around to see, "She's not my sis...." and I was undeniably dumbstruck by what I saw standing before me. 

Melissa looked like something out of a fairytale book; however, while she was only wearing a simple button up short sleeved white cotton shirt, with a miniskirt and pumps, there was suddenly something so beautiful about her that it rocked me to the core. And while I thought that I had done my very best at hiding what I was feeling at the moment, both Sherilyn and Jenny instantly picked up on it.

But when Melissa turned and looked my way, she suddenly got a look on her face that I'd never seen before. It was a look that made Sherilyn get Jenny's attention while urgently telling her, "Uh-oh, Jen, I think it's time to take Tommy out to the back yard where the keg is, so that you and I can get a beer and he can get a coke."

I guess it's a female thing because an exchange took place between Sherilyn, Jenny, and Melissa, that I was happily ignorant of at the time, making me follow wherever they led me. I did, however, catch the appreciative glance that Melissa had given me right before we left the room, but I was quite certain she unintentionally let her guard down, whether it was momentary, or not.

~~~~~~

It was around eight in the evening when Ms. Katherine, Jason's Mom, came out to where I sat with Sherilyn and Jenny. Initially Bob and Katherine had been friends with Linda and her late husband, Melissa's father. However, when they met Dad, they welcomed him into the fold as though they'd always been friends with him, hence the reason that Jason and I were friends...And because we were lab partners in Science, a bond was formed there, too.

"You must be, Tommy," smiled, Ms. Katherine, taking a seat across from us while Sherilyn momentarily excused herself to go use the restroom, "My name is Katherine, and I must say; Linda wasn't lying when she told me what a handsome young man you were. It's so nice to meet you, sweetie."

"Thank you, Ms. Katherine," I politely replied, my face blushing bright red, "It's nice to meet you, too, ma'am."

"Oh, my goodness," she giggled, "You're using words like Ms., and Ma'am. Do I look that old to you, sweetie?"

"No ma'am, err, I mean, no, not at all," I uncomfortably stammered, much to the delight of Katherine, with Sherilyn just returning from the restroom, she and Jenny began giggling right alongside of her, "I was just trying to be polite and respectful, I mean, this is your house."

"I know, sweetheart, and I appreciate it," Katherine sweetly replied, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, making me blush again, "I happen to think you're one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen," and then she stood up and sauntered away, while almost every young male eye in the house stayed glued to her butt as it temptingly swayed back and forth, encased in skin-tight white denim pants.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

Unbeknownst to me, Bob and Katherine left the house around Ten O'clock, to make another run to the grocery store. And unbeknownst to them, in their wake were a bunch of half drunk, horny teenagers who'd been left to their own devices. And almost immediately, the volume of the music got turned up as some of the female guests began removing their tops, exposing their bare breasts to whoever might look their way. 

"Holy shit," I lecherously grinned, "I didn't expect this."

"You look all you want to," Sherilyn sensually breathed into my ear, as she and Jenny took turns rubbing my cock through my pants, "We want this cock to be nice and hard for later when the three of us are all alone."

"Really?" I excitedly asked, "And what's going to happen later when the three of us are all alone?"

"We're going to suck you, and then fuck your cock, Tommy," Jenny quietly spoke, lightly tickling my ear with the tip of her tongue, sending chills down the back of my spine, "Mmm, baby, it's going to be so good."

"Oh, my God," I exhaled, as my seven and a half-inch cock grew iron hard in my pants, as a result of both Sherilyn's and Jenny's covert ministrations, "I can't believe this is really happening, oh yessss..."

"Believe it, baby," Jenny hotly replied, "I can't wait to sit on your big cock and shove it up my tight little pussy."

"Oh, shit," Sherilyn told Jenny, as the two of them began maneuvering me into a dark corner, "I've just got to suck his cock...and I want to suck it now, oh fuck," and then the next thing I knew was that I was in a dark corner behind the stereo feeling my pants being unzipped.

However, just as one of the girls, I don't know which, stuck her hand into my pants, fishing for my cock, and I thought I was finally going to lose my virginity, when suddenly I heard an unmistakable female voice screaming ,"NOOOO...GET OFF OF ME NOOOOWWWW, OH MY GOD, NOOOOO, UNNGGHH!!!!"

~~~~~~

I knew that the voice belonged to Melissa; and from the sound of things, she was in trouble. So, as I followed the voice upstairs, zipping my pants up on the way, I went down to the room at the end of the hall, and what I saw almost sickened me.

Melissa's clothes had been ripped almost completely away from her body, and I saw these two assholes standing around the bed with their cocks out, while another had climbed between her legs and was getting ready to stick his tiny, almost non-existent dick into her body. She was barely talking but I could understand her enough to know that she was telling them "No" and that was all it took for me to react.

I wasted no time in removing this slime ball from off of her; and in doing so, broke his tail bone with the hard kick I delivered right to his balls from behind. When he landed on the floor, two of the others tried to jump me from behind.

I was glad that I had chosen to wear my Justin® Ropers that night; as wearing boots came in handy when I stomped on the instep of the guy to my right, while my left fist made contact with the balls of the guy on my left. Needless to say, the commotion caused Jason, accompanied by Tara, to come running up the stairs to see what was happening.

~~~~~~

I was in the process of covering Melissa's naked and bruised body with a sheet while Jason called the police. Once I made sure that she was completely covered up, I carried Melissa, in my arms down to my car, and than ever-so-gently placed her in the passenger seat, and waited for the police to arrive.

~~~~~~

I'd also made sure that Jason had called Dad and Linda, too, because I wanted them both to be present when the police and ambulance arrived, so as to not only be there if the police wanted to question Melissa, but also for Linda to be there in order to make any and all decisions where Melissa's health and well being was concerned.

~~~~~~

"Oh, my God," Linda cried, when she saw the shape that her daughter was in, "My poor, baby."

It was obvious that someone had slipped something into Melissa's drink by the behavior she was exhibiting. I got Sherilyn and Jenny to stay with Dad, Linda, and Melissa, until the police arrived. Then Jason and I marched back upstairs to find the three assholes who'd tried to rape Melissa, just coming to from where I knocked their asses out.

I used their own belts to restrain them until the police could take them into custody, because there was no doubt whatsoever that attempted rape charges were gong to be filed against these dickheads, and in the rare event that they were set free, I would be more than happy to deal with them myself.

~~~~~~

"If you want to press charges against these guys, she's going to have to go to the hospital for a rape exam," the responding policeman told Dad and Linda, "Unless you have an eyewitness, which doesn't seem to be the case."

"Excuse me, officer," I spoke up, "With the exception seeing those idiots slipping something into her drink, which they did, I saw them trying to rape her."

"Is that a fact?" he asked, as I nodded my head, "And who might you be?"

"He is my step-son," Linda pointedly explained, "And the victim is his step-sister, and if he told you that he witnessed this atrocity, you can take his word to the bank, I assure you, officer."

"I still think it's wise to have her examined by a doctor, honey," Dad told Linda, "That way we'll at least have indisputable evidence that she was drugged, won't you agree?"

""I'm sorry, you're right, sweetheart," Linda wearily replied, leaning against Dad's chest, "Thank you, Jack."

So, after I gave the police my eyewitness account of what I saw, they agreed to hold the three assholes for at least seventy-two hours, and then if Melissa was well enough to testify against them, they would be formally charged. But even if they were able to post bail, because of the nature of the crime, they still were going to be confined to their homes by way of an electronic ankle leash, as that is the law in my home state.

~~~~~~

I followed the ambulance that took Melissa to the hospital, with Dad and Linda following closely behind me; and the moment we got there, Dad and I parked our cars while Linda went inside with Melissa.

The attending Physician thoroughly examined her, reaffirming that penetration had not yet been achieved, and that I had gotten there just in time. He also did a toxicology screen and found sizeable trace amounts of Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid, or, what is commonly known as GHB. Not only were the laws of the state that I lived in very harsh on drug offenders, they were even harsher on sex offenders, especially this particular kind of offense. 

You can bet that Linda, Dad, and I, and especially Melissa, all took satisfaction in knowing that the three assholes who'd tried to have their way with her would never be able to do this to anyone else ever again.

~~~~~~

After being administered a shot of NAR-CAN™, an opium and narcotic blocker, Melissa slowly began to come around. Dad and I were out in the waiting room while Linda was in the back with her, and after a few moments, Linda came out into the waiting room looking at me with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes, and said, "She wants to see you, Tommy."

"Really," I asked dumfounded, "Why?"

"What's matter with you, boy?" Dad scolded, wearing a silly grin, "Get your ass up and go in there and see her."

~~~~~~

Linda took me back to the small cubicle Melissa had been placed in, while the E.R. doctors had examined her, and at the time, they were in the process of determining her prognosis when I stepped in to see her.

When I saw her, she was wearing a hospital gown as opposed to the sheet that I had initially wrapped her up in. She looked alright with the exception of her right eye, which was beginning to darken where one of those assholes had apparently hit her with his fist. Other than that, she looked like she'd come through the ordeal with most of her faculties in tact, or at least I sure hoped she did.

"Hi," I said, gently touching her hand, "How're you feeling?"

"Oh, Tommy," she loudly cried, suddenly sitting up in her bed and throwing her arms tightly around my neck, "I'm so sorry...so very sorry for everything. Oh, my God, can you ever forgive me?"

"Shh," I soothed her, sitting down on the bed next to her while she held her arms very securely around my neck, "There's nothing for you to be sorry for...okay? Will you do a favor for me?"

"I'll do anything you ask," she replied sniffling, her voice muffled from where she'd tucked her face into my chest, "Just name it."

However, before I could reply, the attending physician, Doctor Samantha Kingsley, or just plain old Dr. Sam, as she preferred that we all called her, walked into Melissa's cubicle with a smile on her face and said, "You're going to be alright, Melissa; but I would like you to stay here with us tonight for what we Doctors call observation and evaluation."

"Will you stay here...with me?" Melissa asked me, with fear plainly in her eyes, "Please, Tommy, I'd feel a lot safer with you here?"

"Of, course," I smiled, softly, but ever so gently and slightly, tightening my grip as she held my hand, "I'll be right here."

~~~~~~

After Dad and Linda went home, Melissa began to relax once she'd been assigned a room; and in doing so, she smiled at me and said, "You never did tell me the favor you wanted me to do for you."

"That's right," I softly chuckled, "I never did, did I?"

"So," she giggled, "Are you going to tell me, or not."

I rose from the chair I was sitting in and walked over to her bed. She scooted over, patting the mattress beside her, indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her so; I did. Then I took her hand and softly told her, "Would you tell me what I did that made you so angry with me when I first moved into the house, because for whatever it is...I'm really sorry, Melissa, and it's killing me that you're mad at me. I never wanted that," and then for reasons I still don't know, a single tear began to silently roll down my cheek.

Before I could wipe my face, two soft hands gently grabbed my head and tenderly forced me to look up to find the most beautiful deep blue eyes that I'd ever seen staring a hole through me, and then Melissa dropped the queen mother of all bombs on me.

"You're going to think that I've lost my mind when I tell you this, Tommy," she began, having some difficulty, too, "But the reason that I've been acting like I have is because..." and then all at once her eyes began to swiftly fill with tears, "...I fell for you the very first time I laid eyes on you, and there's nothing I can do about it...now you probably think I'm sick for even suggesting such a thing," and then the floodgates broke, and she leaned into my arms and cried her heart out.

While I silently held on to her, I discovered that it really hurt me to see her in such emotional discontent, and if the truth were truly known, that was the day that I, too, fell for this beautiful creature who had just bravely opened her heart to me, showing me her vulnerability, and was weeping in my arms. 

We weren't blood related, and we were both of legal age, but still, there would be some major mountains to cross if we were to pursue a relationship, but then again, you know what they say, you can't help who you love. But......I still wasn't sure whether it was love, or just a simple case of infatuation because of her beauty, and I do mean beauty with a capitol "B".




Melissa



Once she began to settle down, I gently laid her back into her bed, asking," "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah," she wearily smiled, caressing my face with the palm of her hand, "I am now, Tommy," followed by a sleepy yawn.

"I think you ought to try and get some rest," I softly told her, "Okay?"

"Alright," she grinned, "But would you do something for me?"

"Sure," I grinned, "What is it?"

"This," she softly replied, and then she quickly grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down until our lips softly met. It was only for a few seconds, but I felt it all the way down into my soul, none the less. Then she released me and softly said, "I never said thank you for saving my life so; thank you, Tommy."

"You're welcome," I smiled, trying to regain my breath as I made my way back to my chair, "I'll be right here when you wake up so, please try and get some rest, for me, please?"

"Okay, Tommy," she sweetly replied, "Good night, sweetie." 

"Good night, pretty girl..."

~~~~~~

When I was certain that Melissa was asleep, I took the opportunity to call Sherilyn and Jenny, not only to let them know what had happened, but also how Melissa was doing as well. As I dialed Sherilyn's telephone number, I felt a sense of guilt coming over me, and the funny thing was, is that I knew I had nothing to feel guilty about.

"Hello," Sherilyn answered.

"Hi," I said, "It's me."

"Tommy? Oh my God," she gasped, "Are you alright? How's Melissa, is she okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, "Melissa is okay, she's spending the night at the hospital, and I'm here with her."

"Oh, I see," she replied, with a tone of voice I'd never heard her use before, "Well, I'll call Jenny and let her know, thanks a lot and goodnight, Tommy," and then she hung up the phone before I could reply.

"What the hell was her problem" I thought, but deep down inside I knew. My own feelings had betrayed me when I spoke of Melissa, and there's no doubt that Sherilyn had picked up on it straight away. Then it dawned on me...the tone of voice that Sherilyn had used was one of jealousy. Damn, what was it with the women in my life? Jeez!"

~~~~~~

It was around six-thirty the next morning when I heard Melissa begin to stir, slowly coming out of her sleep.

"Tommy," I heard her call in the dark, "Where are you?" 

"I'm right here," I smiled, reaching over and turning on the small lamp on her bedside table, "Good morning, how do you feel this morning?"

"I'm a little sore, and my head hurts a little," she told me, "But other than that, I feel alright."

"Glad to hear it," I smiled, "The Doctor is going to send you home today, and I'm sure your Mom can't wait to spoil you rotten when you get there."

Suddenly she began to cry again, and because it really upsets me to see her like that, I quickly hopped out of my chair, and was sitting next to her holding her against me in a matter of milliseconds.

"Shh," I softly told her, "It's going to be okay, I promise."

"I've been such a bitch, Tommy," she wept, "I've treated so many people like shit that I don't know what to do...will you help me?"

"I can't tell you what to do," I softly told her, "But I can promise to be there for you...any time you need me."

"I'm so afraid," she cried, "What if I need you around me all the time?"

"Don't worry," I playfully grinned, "I'm sure we can work that out, too, okay?"

"Okay," she replied, beginning to calm down, "I trust you, and I know you'll do the right thing."

~~~~~~

"It looks like you're going to be just fine, young lady," smiled Dr. Sam, after examining Melissa, "I'll sign your release papers so that you can get out of here and go home. The nurse will be by here in a few minutes to get you to sign some paperwork, and then after that; you're free to leave whenever you're ready, take care now."

"Thanks, Doctor Sam," Melissa smiled, "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, sweetie," Dr. Sam gently replied, withdrawing a business card from her pocket and handing it to me," If you guys ever need me, just give me a call, okay?"

"We will," I politely said, shaking the Doctor's hand, "Thank you for everything you've done. I can't begin to tell you how grateful we are."

Then she leaned in so that only I could hear her and said, "You take care of her, okay? She loves you," and then after seeing the perplexed look on my face, Dr. Sam giggled and told me, "Remember that I'm a girl, too, so; don't think that I can't see what she sees in you, okay, handsome?" 

"Okay," I smiled, my face turning bright red, as my heart warmed at the simple thought of such a thing, "Thanks, Doc."

~~~~~~

Doctor Sam hadn't been gone for more than a couple of minutes when we heard a knock on the door, followed by Dad and Linda. Both of them wore bright smiles on their faces, as Linda made her way to Melissa's bed.

"Hi, baby," Linda sweetly smiled, "How's my girl today?"

"I love you, Mom," Melissa cried again, only this time she was shedding tears of happiness, "And I'm so sorry for the way I've been acting."

"That's okay, my angel," Linda sniffled, "We're going to take you home now, and everything is going to be fine, I promise you, sweetheart."

Then Melissa looked at Dad and said, "I also wanted to apologize to you, Mister Blake, for the way I've treated you."

"Please...call me, Jack," Dad happily replied, kissing her on the forehead, "And there's nothing to apologize for, okay, pretty girl?"

"Pretty girl, me?" Melissa giggled, "I look like hell."

"No, you don't," Dad grinned, "At least not to us anyway."

"Is he always like that?" Melissa sweetly teased Linda, "Gosh, Mom, you did pretty well, if you don't mind my saying so."

"You can say anything you want, Baby," Linda joyfully sniffled, "I'm just glad I've got my little girl back."

And then producing an overnight bag, Linda looked at her daughter and said, "I brought you some clean clothes to wear home instead of that awful hospital gown, and before you ask, yes, I brought your make-up bag, too."

"I love you, Mom," Melissa began to weep again, "You're the best," and taking my hand, she looked at me and told her mother, "And now that I've got such a handsome guy to protect me, what else could a girl ask for?"

"Me and Dad are going down to the cafeteria to get some coffee while you get dressed," I smiled, gently squeezing her hand, "We'll be back in about twenty minutes, or so, okay?"

"Okay, Tommy," she tenderly smiled, "We'll see you two shortly then."

~~~~~~

"Gosh," Melissa sighed, as we walked through the front door of the house, "It's so good to be home."

"It's good to have you back, baby girl," Linda cheerfully replied, "Is there anything you want or need?"

"No, Mom," Melissa softly answered, "I'm alright for now."

"Good," Linda smiled, "I want you to relax and try to get some rest. It's eleven o'clock in the morning now, and that will give me plenty of time."

"Time for what, Mom?" Melissa giggled.

"Time for me to clean up the mess after I'm done cooking," Linda sweetly smiled, "Because I'm making your favorite dish for supper tonight."

"You're making Chicken Cacciatore?" Melissa excitedly grinned, as Linda nodded her head, "Oh, Mom, I haven't had any since before Dad passed away...thank you so much, Mom...I love you," tears clouding her eyes again.

"I love you, too, baby," Linda giggled, patting Melissa on the butt, like all Moms have done to their daughters for centuries, "And nothing will ever change that...now go get some rest. I'll call you when it's ready, baby."

"Okay, Mom," Melissa chirped, then happily made her way down the hall to her bedroom.

~~~~~~

Once her daughter was gone from the room and Linda made sure that her door was closed, she looked at me with tears beginning to silently run down her cheeks, and after pulling me tightly into her arms, Linda softly cried, "Thank you, Tommy. Thank you so much for being there to protect Melissa. I don't know what I would've done if something had happened to her."

"You'll never have to worry about that again," I told her, gently returning the hug she was giving me, "Nobody will ever bother her ever again, I promise you that."

"I'm so glad that you're in her life," Linda replied, with a knowing look written all over her face, "I'll rest easier now, and not worry about her like I used to."

"In the mean time," Dad grinned, "You look like you could use some rest yourself so; why don't you go take a nap while Linda and I get supper going, okay, son?"

"Okay," I wearily smiled, "Now that you mention it, a nap doesn't sound like a bad idea after all," and then I went down to the basement and what Linda and Dad also teasingly called, "My Lair."

~~~~~~

Once I was gone, Linda pulled Dad into her arms, and after sweetly kissing his lips, said, "I want to talk to you about our children, Jack."

"What's wrong?" Dad asked, his voice slightly panicked, "Is everything alright?"

"What? Oh, yes, they're wonderful," she giggled, "I just wanted to tell you, if you can't already tell, that I think they're falling in love with one another."

"Oh, hell no," Dad firmly replied, about head to the basement, "I'll put a stop to this shit right now, and nip it in the bud."

"Thomas Jackson Blake, you stop right there," Linda told him, making him freeze in his tracks, "I didn't say that I had a problem with it, now, did I?"

"Well, no," he said, "But I..."

"If I don't have a problem with it," Linda gently smiled, "Then you shouldn't either, alright?"

"But what will people think?" he asked, "And God only knows what they're going to say."

"People are going to talk, regardless of what we say or do, but look at it this way," she told him, "They're not blood related, they're both of legal age; and I can't think of anyone I'd rather see my daughter with than Tommy. Besides, if I know anything, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Tommy will protect Melissa with his own life, if necessary...And, I have a feeling that one of these days those two are going to give us some beautiful grand babies to spoil."

"I still don't know about this, Linda," Dad sighed, taking a seat in the living room, "What kind of life will they have together once the word gets out, especially with the way society is these days?"

"As long as they're both happy, then that's all you should worry about, honey," Linda sweetly, but pointedly replied. And then leaning down and hugging Dad from behind, she leaned in and whispered, "Besides, if Tommy is anything like his father, I know that my daughter will be a very happy woman when it comes to certain things," as she lightly placed her hand on the crotch of his pants, and giggled, "Do you know what I mean, sexy?"

"You incorrigible," Dad teased, pulling Linda into his lap, gently pinching her butt and eliciting a delightful squeal from her, "And if Melissa is anything like her mother, then poor Tommy is going to need all the rest he can get."

"I love you, Jack." Linda breathed, her eyes filled with loving tears, "And I'll always love you, no matter what."

"I love you, too," Dad tenderly replied, kissing her lips, "I love you with all my heart."

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

I had been asleep for a few hours when all at once I felt a pair of soft lips upon my cheek in the darkness.

"Who's there?" I asked, alarmed.

"It's only me, Tommy," giggled a now familiar female voice I now knew as Melissa's, "Mom wanted me to come down here and wake you up, because dinner is almost ready."

I reached over and turned on the light, waiting for my temporary blindness from the sudden onslaught of light to dissipate; and then once my vision returned, I looked intro the most beautiful pair of blue eyes that I'd ever seen, as I felt her heart beating in time with my own.

"Hi," I softly said, "How're you feeling?"

"Mmm," she sweetly purred, lying down beside me on my bed, "I feel good, thanks to you."

"I'm glad to hear that," I smiled, "I was worried about you."

Then she sat up on the bed and looked me in the eyes and said, "I don't understand why, especially after the way I've treated you."

"I don't know," I teased, "Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment."

"No, that's not it," she giggled, "It's because you're a silly boy."

"Oh really," I chuckled, "You think so?"

"No," she whispered, leaning down until we were face to face, then softly breathed, "I know so...and I hope that you can forgive me."

"Come on now, Melissa," I softly replied, "I already told you that there was nothing to forgive, didn't I?"

"I suppose so," she began to softly weep, as she laid her head on my chest looking up at me, "But I still feel so badly, Tommy."

"Please, don't," I gently spoke, "I understand how you're feeling, as well as why you were acting the way you were more than you think, Melissa.

"Would you please tell me?" she sniffled, "Because I sure as hell don't understand myself," and then she began to softly weep again."

"Shh," I told her, "Do you remember what said to you about when I lost my Mom?"

"Yes," she softly replied, nodding her head, "I remember."

"Well, then," I smiled, "When was the last time you told your Mom that you loved her?"

She suddenly rose from lying against me, and with a bright smile plastered across her beautiful face; she pulled my hand, indicating that she wanted me to stand up.

The moment I was standing she pulled me closer until I was right next to her, and then she ever so gently leaned in and quickly but softly kissed my lips, and said, "Thank you, Tommy...you're the best," and then she dashed upstairs, leave a trail of happy laughter in her wake.

~~~~~~

"Hello there, sleepyhead," Linda grinned, the moment I appeared upstairs and in the dining room, "Did you get enough rest?"

"I think so," I smiled, "It sure smells good in here."

"Well, then," Linda giggled, kissing me in the cheek, "Sit down and eat, handsome."

~~~~~~

To say that the meal that Linda cooked was great would be an understatement. Yes indeed, it was most certainly delicious, but the love with which it was not only made, but served as well, far surpassed anything I've ever felt in my life, save for the love of my own mother.

Linda had this way of looking at me that made me feel like I could tell her all my secrets and still not be chastised for would be considered not right, or perhaps even improper. However, it was a feeling of comfort and peace that she gave me, and I don't know how I knew this, but I somehow just knew that this same feeling would help me in a time of fear and indecision that hadn't yet appeared on the horizon, but was still coming none-the-less.

~~~~~~

We had just finished eating when Melissa suddenly hopped up and began gathering the dirty dishes off of the table to take them to the kitchen.

"And just what do you think you're doing, young lady?" Lind gently giggled, "I made this for you, baby girl, and that also means that I do the dishes, too."

"I know, Mom," Melissa sweetly replied, "But I wanted to help you so that I could be near you," and she began to sniffle, "I Love you, Mom...and I've missed you so."

"It's alright, sweetheart," Linda tenderly replied, standing and taking her daughter into her arms, with joyful tears silently raining down her face, "And I want you to know that I love you more than you'll ever know. You're my one and only daughter, Melissa; which means that you're also a part of me and I'll never love anyone the way that I love you. Do you understand me now, baby?"

"I'm beginning to, Mom," Melissa sniffled, "I'm sorry for not even giving you a chance before."

The exchange that was taking place between the two women was one which had needed to take place for a long time. And in knowing this, Dad gave me a silent signal which I knew meant he and I needed to give Linda and Melissa some also much needed space so; we both quietly left the two of them to talk.

~~~~~~

I'd gone back to my room, and was taking a last minute look at the homework I'd prepared to turn in that next morning at school, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, "The door's open."

I should've known something was amiss with Dad, the moment he walked through the door, not to mention by the look on his face.

"What's up, Dad?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you, son," he firmly said, "And it's very important so, I want your undivided attention."

"Okay," I said, placing my homework on my desk, "I'm listening."

When I looked at his face my blood ran cold. It was the same look I remembered him having the day he told me about my mother's death, as he began, "I don't know where to start so; I'm just going to say it, Tommy. This...whatever it is that you have going on with Melissa has got to stop, it just has to. It isn't right, and besides; she's your sister for fuck's sake, and I forbid it my house. Do you understand me?"

The more he'd gone on about it, the angrier he had become so; by the time he finished speaking to me, his face was a red as a fire engine. However, I felt that what he'd said was wrong, and whatever it was that I had going on with Melissa was none of his business to begin with.

So, as calmly as I possibly could, I looked him in the eye, and firmly standing my own ground, said, "I'm not trying to be disrespectful in any way by what I'm about to say. And before I do, I want you to know that I love you, and I'm proud to have had you as a father thus far in my life, and I pray for many long years with you to come...."

"...But I need to point out a couple of things to you before you go laying down any laws around here. Number one, Melissa and I are not, I repeat not blood related in any way shape, or form. Her mother just happens to be married to my father, no more, no less. And number two, this is not your house, it belongs to Linda; and last, but most certainly not least; I've worked very hard to become an exemplary student, worker, and an overall good person, and my personal life is just that...personal and none of your business."

"You wait a minute, boy," Dad said, his temper beginning to show, "Don't you dare talk to me that way."

"NO," Linda angrily told Dad, suddenly appearing from the stairwell, "You wait a minute, Jack."

"But you didn't hear what he just said," Dad pointed out, "He will not talk to me the way he just did."

"I heard every word that was said," Linda replied, "I wasn't eavesdropping, I was on my way down here to invite you two up for some ice-cream when I overheard the whole thing." 

Then placing her arm around my father's waist, she sweetly continued, "Sweetie, I'm not trying to come between you and your son, but I agree with Tommy. He and Melissa are both grown adults; and what they do is their business."

"Can't you understand?" Dad pleaded, "I just don't want the two of them to have to deal with all the shit they're going to catch when their relationship goes public."

"And just what relationship would that be, Jack?" Melissa pointedly asked, suddenly appearing beside her mother.

Then suddenly looking bewilderedly among the three of us, Dad said, "But I thought that you...he...aw, hell, I don't know. Damn, don't pay any attention to me. I guess I must be getting old."

"No you're not," Melissa sweetly giggled, placing her arms around Dad's neck and kissing him on the cheek, "You're just getting sweeter."

~~~~~~

That night after everyone had gone to bed was when I decided to take a midnight swim. I only had one pair of swimming trunks and I had grown out of them what now seemed like ages ago. However, because I thought everyone else had gone to sleep, I decided to go naked. I mean, it wasn't like anyone was going to see me, or so I thought. So, after pealing my shorts and underwear, I jumped into the pool in my birthday suit.

The water felt exquisite on my naked flesh as I leisurely swam. I went underwater to see how far I could swim on one breath. I did fairly well, being able to swim the length of the pool before I popped my head above the water to take a breath. Imagine my surprise/shock at seeing Melissa standing there holding my towel in one hand, and my clothes in the other.




Melissa



"Missing something?" she giggled, as my face turned a bright shade of red.

"I thought you were asleep," I squeaked, embarrassed to no end, "It's not nice to spy on people ya know." 

"I wasn't spying," she softly replied, "I was on my way to the refrigerator when I saw that you were out were. I didn't know that you were naked though.

"Would you mind turning your back" I asked, "So I can at least wrap a towel around myself?"

"Sure," she giggled, turning her back with my towel still in her hand, and me not realizing that she could see my full reflection in the glass door that led to the living room.

After I climbed out of the pool, I took my towel from her and then wrapped it around my naked body; then I sat down in one of the patio chairs and said, "Okay, you can look now."

"Aw sucks," she giggled, teasing me, "I guess I should've come out here a lot sooner than I did."

"Yeah, right," I chuckled.

"Tommy, I need to ask you something," she told me, "And you can tell me it's none of my business if you want to, I promise not to get mad about it."

"Sure," I happily replied, "Ask me anything you want."

"Are you seriously dating Sherilyn Hawkins and Jenny Rodgers?" she quietly asked, "I don't know Jenny at all, but, I need to warn you about Sherilyn. She's trouble with a capitol "T".

"Why do you say that," I unknowingly asked, "She's not that bad, is she?" 

"Please believe me, Tommy," Melissa told, almost sounding as if she were afraid of her, "She's headed for trouble, and if you don't stop seeing her, she'll end up taking you down with her."

"I'm not trying to say that I don't believe you," I reassured her, "But I'm going to need an explanation before I make any hasty decisions, okay?"

"Alright then, here it is," she began, "Last year she was suspended from school for a whole two weeks for her association with a guy that was supposedly selling marijuana on school grounds, but that isn't the worst of it. That same guy, who was supposedly her boyfriend, went to jail because of her and her bullshit. She lied to the police and made it look like he was the one who was selling the pot, when everybody knew that she was the one who was really the one who was doing the dealing...she basically set him up."

"Why didn't someone speak up for him?" I candidly asked her, "Surely the police knew better, didn't they?"

"Of course they did," Melissa explained, "But they had no proof, and like I said before, she set him up...and nobody knows for sure, but rumor has it that she was the one who called the cops on him, but that's only a rumor."

"She sounds like bad news to me," I replied, "I guess I'd best figure out a way to break up with them."

"Them?" Melissa giggled, "Jeez, Tommy, you sound like Hugh Hefner, or somebody like that."

"Huh," I stupidly chuckled, "What do you mean, I sound like Hugh Hefner?"

"You know," she continued to giggle, "The Playboy bunnies...all the girls."

"Yeah, Yeah," I teasingly mocked her, "Gimme a break, why don't you?"

"You're very good looking, and you're very sweetly charming," she impishly replied, "But you're not that charming."

"You really think I'm good looking?"

"Of course," she sweetly smiled, "I thought you were gorgeous the first time I saw you."

"And I thought you were the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I replied, "As a matter-of-fact, I still think so."

"Do you really?" she wistfully asked, placing her soft palm against my cheek.

"Yes," I told her, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

"Yes," she sadly replied, her face cast down, "But only from guys that were trying to get into my panties." 

"I'm really sorry about that," I said, gently placing my hand upon hers, "Not all guys are like that, Melissa...at least I'm not anyway."

"I know you're not, Tommy," she softly smiled, "Actually, you're a really sweet guy, one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest guy I've ever known." 

"I come by it honestly," I quietly replied, "Dad says that I get it from my Mom, not to mention that I look like her, too. She was as beautiful as she was sweet, and I loved her very much."

"If you look like her then she was definitely very beautiful," Melissa sweetly smiled, "But tell me, Tommy, what was she like?"

"Well, let's see," I began smiling, "She was drop dead gorgeous pretty, like you," making Melissa endearingly smile at me and rest her hand on mine, leaving it there as I continued, "She was very smart, a genius with a one-sixty-seven I.Q. yet, she was as down to earth as they come; and when I began studying martial arts, it was Mom that always reminded me to be gentle and kind to everyone, using my skills only as a last, and I do mean a very last resort...I really miss her."

Suddenly I felt a soft hand tenderly wiping the tears from my cheeks that I hadn't even realized were there. And then as she dreamily gazed into my eyes, Melissa sweetly smiled at me and said, "There is so much I can learn from you if only you'll teach me. Would you, Tommy....teach me how to be more like you, I mean?"

I took her hand into mine, and after gently kissing the back of it, I smiled and told, "The only person who can be me is me, but I'll teach you how to let go of the torment that I can see in your eyes."

Suddenly and for no reason whatsoever, she began to cry, and said, "I wish I could, let go, I mean..."

"It's not as difficult as you think, Melissa," I gently replied, returning the favor and wiping the tears from her cheek, "All you have to do is try."

"Yeah, well, sometimes it's easier said than done," she sniffled, "Besides, I was deeply hurt by someone I trusted, and it still hurts," and then she began to bitterly weep again.

I did the only thing I knew to do, and that was to pull her into my arms and hold her as closely as was humanly possible.

"Shh," I quietly said, "It's going to be okay, sweetie, I promise."

It started with me giving her a simple kiss on the forehead, and then before I knew it, our lips were joined, and shortly thereafter our tongues began the dance that was older than time itself.

"Oh, Tommy," she breathed, kissing me again, "Hold me and never let go," and then continued to kiss me.

And by the time I realized what was happening between us, I no longer cared as I kissed her in earnest and with everything I had. However, she pulled away from me briefly, and looking into my eyes, said, "What're we doing? We're not supposed to be kissing..."

"I don't care," I said, holding onto her tightly now, the both of us no longer giving a shit about what Dad had said earlier, or, for that matter, what anyone thought.

"I don't care anymore either, Tommy," she softly replied, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I'm not real sure about what I'm feeling," I told her, "But I don't care anymore either, Melissa. I can't live without you."

"Oh, Tommy," she sniffled, "What're we going to do now?"

"I don't know yet," I smiled, "But we'll figure something out, I swear we will."

~~~~~~

I stood up from where we'd been sitting, and while I still had the towel wrapped around me, it did not, nor could it hide the excitement that Melissa's kisses had brought forth from me, as was evident in the fact that I could no longer hide the hard on that was showing itself loud and clear.

"Ooo, Tommy," Melissa giggled, "Somebody else doesn't care either."

"Oh, hush," I replied, embarrassed to no end, "That's not nice." 

"Yes it is," she purred, hotly breathing into my ear, pulling me tightly against her, front-to-front, "I love you, my sweet."

~~~~~~

I might've gone to sleep that night with a smile on my face, but the ache in my heart, because sooner or later, I was going to have to face not only Dad, but Linda, too, once our secret eventually revealed itself to the rest of the world, wouldn't let me rest. However, little did I know that it wasn't going to be as bad as I thought?

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

On my way to school the next day I was dreading the fact that I was going to have to face Sherilyn and Jenny and tell them that I no longer wanted to see them on an intimate basis, because of what Melissa had warned me about the night before.

~~~~~~

"Hi, baby," Sherilyn said, as she and Jenny were waiting for me in the senior parking lot at school, "We missed you, and why didn't you call us?"

"Look, we need to talk," I told them, as I got out of my car, "This thing between us has got to stop."

"Why?" Sherilyn asked, "What have we done?"

"It's nothing either one of you have done," I gently replied, trying to be as nice as was possible, "It's just that I don't feel comfortable with the way things are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sherilyn snapped, almost growling, "So, what, are you breaking up with us? Is that it?"

This whole time Jenny hadn't said a single word until she told Sherilyn, "You're making it sound a whole lot worse than it really is, Sher, maybe he just doesn't..."

"Shut up, bitch," Sherilyn hatefully spat, interrupting her, "Nobody asked you, now, did they?"

"That's enough," I suddenly and firmly replied, "If you're going to act like a child, then I believe that this conversation is over with," and then I turned and walked away.

"This isn't over with, Tommy," she ranted, "You wait and see, asshole."

The very first thing I did when I got into the school building was to find Melissa. I knew that she was already there because I knew that she'd left earlier than me, because she had an errand to run before school, otherwise she would've ridden with me.

"Hey," I smiled, as soon as I found her, "I need your help."

"Let me guess," she giggled, "Sherilyn Hawkins and Jenny Rodgers weren't too thrilled about you breaking up with them."

"Actually, Jenny didn't seem to have a problem with it," I chuckled, "Sherilyn, on the other hand, went completely off, and told me, or I should say that she warned me that it wasn't over, and that I should wait and see."

"I don't think we're going to have to worry about her anymore, Tommy."

"But what about that guy that you said she set up," I asked, "And didn't you tell me last night that Sherilyn was nothing but trouble?"

"That was before I spoke to a friend of mine's father, who just happens to be a judge, and he told me not be worried about anything where Sherilyn was concerned," she giggled, and then because of the questioning look on my face, "That's the errand I needed to run this morning."

"But why," I tenderly smiled, "Why would you do that?"

Because we were standing where no one could see us, she leaned over and quickly but softly kissed my lips and said, "I did this because I love you," as she gently touched my hand, "Besides, I take care of my guy."

"Oh, so, now I'm your guy, now?" I teased.

"Yeah," she delightfully giggled, "And don't ever forget it."

~~~~~~

Although Melissa had reassured me that everything would be fine, I still sat on pins and needles, waiting for the axe to fall at any moment. Surprisingly, I saw neither Sherilyn, nor Jenny for the rest of that day, which thoroughly surprised me, to say the very least. And neither of them showed up for the one class that we all three shared, either. I felt that something bad was about to happen, but I wasn't quite sure

The best part of that whole day was when I came home to find Melissa waiting for me at the front door with open arms and the most beautiful smile that I'd ever seen. And that was also the day that I finally admitted to myself that I loved her...and there would never be another, as far as I was concerned...not ever. However, before she could speak, I swept her into my arms, deeply kissing her, feeling her soul become a part of mine the moment the front door was closed...

~~~~~~

"Oh, my God, Tommy," she beautifully smiled, once the kiss was broken, "What brought that on?"

"I love you, Melissa," I said, drowning in the depths of her soul, no longer caring whether I lived or died, "And I don't care who knows it either."

"Is that right?" she smiled, beginning to cry, "Well, it's about time..."

As opposed to kissing me, she laid her palm to my cheek, and then after locking the front door, softly said, "We've got at least an hour and a half before the parents get here..." then she began to giggle, "You and I aren't blood related, but it sounds so naughty to say that, doesn't it?"

"I think you've got a naughty side to you that nobody knows about," I replied laughing.

"Oh, you hush your mouth," she giggled, her face turning a bright color of pink, "That's not a very nice thing to say to your woman."

"Maybe not," I teased, "But I can tell that I was right by the blush on your cheeks."

"You're such a shit," she giggled, "Come, kiss me, my love," and I proceeded to do just that.

~~~~~~

Melissa and I walked on into the den and sat down together on the couch, where we simply looked at each other silently holding hands. I guess for me, it was because that I'd never encountered a girl as beautiful as her, and to be honest; I was somewhat dumbfounded at first. 

I didn't find out until later that for Melissa, it was the very first time ever in her life that she felt completely safe. It was then that I realized that I could never let this girl go, and that she and I were soul mates; God, how I love her.

"There's something I need to tell you before this goes any further, Tommy," she began, "And I don't know how you're going to react to this once I tell you."

"It can't be that bad," I softly replied, kissing her hands as I held them in mine, "Now, can it?"

Before she spoke I witnessed a form of pain in her eyes that I'd never seen before in a human being, and tears began to pour down her cheeks, as she began, "When I was fifteen I went to stay with my paternal grandparents for the summer; where I met this boy that lived down the road from Nana and Poppy. We became good friends and I trusted him completely. Then the night before I was to leave to come back home, I suck out of the house to meet him so that I could tell him goodbye."

I saw this one coming as she further explained, "I thought that we were just good friends, but he thought that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. And when he tried to kiss me, I fought him off for a while until he forced me down onto the ground," and then she began to violently weep.

And when I tried to hold her, Melissa gently pushed me away and said, "Please, Tommy, sweetie, this is the part that you really need to hear. He tore my dress and ripped my panties off of me, then raped me, but he came as soon as he got his tiny dick into me. He broke my hymen on the way in so, when we do make love, I want you to know why I'm not a virgin."

"I don't care whether or not you're a virgin, Melissa," I tenderly told her, pulling her to me, and holding her closely, "All I care about is you...just as you are."

"Really," she wistfully asked, "You mean, you don't think of me as damaged goods?"

"Why would I ever think that?" I softly asked her, "I love you, and I'll never stop...and that's all that will ever matter to me."

"Oh, Tommy," she softly wept into my chest, "I don't deserve to have a guy like you."

"Are you nuts?" I chuckled, "It's me that doesn't deserve you."

"Now, why on earth would you think that?" she lifted her head and asked, looking me in the eyes, "You're handsome, built great, and last but not least, you're the gentlest, sweetest, and the kindest boy I've ever known," and the she giggled and said, "And you've got the cutest ass I've seen," continuing to giggle as she tried to pinch my ass.

"See," I laughed, hugging her tightly, "I told you that you had a naughty side to you that nobody knows about, didn't I?"

"Now you know," she softly whispered, "But it's you and only you, baby."

"I love you, Melissa Hanson," I softly replied, "I love you with all my heart."

"And I love you, Tommy Blake," she hotly breathed into my ear, "Until my heart beats its last beat..."

~~~~~~

Melissa decided that she wanted to start dinner for us so that it would be ready to eat when Dad and Linda got home. So, knowing we needed to go to the store; and after begging me to let her drive, I handed Melissa the keys to my car, and off we went.

We acted just like a couple while we were there, and to the people that we, well, Melissa actually, knew and had run into at the store, nothing was out of place in their eyes. I guess what I'm trying to say is, no one gave us grief for openly displaying our affection for one another, almost like our dating one another had been predetermined and that it was expected of us to do so.

At first it felt kind of weird, because it was common knowledge that Melissa's mother was married to my father, but then when we ran into two of Melissa's friends that I'd not yet had the opportunity to meet, a beautiful green eyed, blonde haired girl, named Daphne Morris, and another, also beautiful, blonde haired girl, but with blue eyes, named, Gabriella Laponte; they both gave Melissa the "High Five" and smiling, told her, "Way to go, girl. You finally got him."

But before she could introduce me to her friends, I looked at Melissa grinning, and asked, "Am I missing something here, my love?"

"I guess it's time to confess," she giggled, turning red around her ears and neck, "Please promise me that you won't get mad at me, Tommy, please?"

"Alright," I cautiously agreed, "I promise that I won't get mad, but this had better be good."

"Let's pay for the groceries and load them into the car," she quietly said, "There's a coffee shop next door, and we'll talk about it there where we can sit down, okay, Tommy?"

"I hope you two don't mind, girl," Gabriella said to Melissa, "But I don't want to miss this."

"I'm with you, Gabs," Daphne giggled, "I don't want to miss it either."

"Wait a minute," I began to say...

"It's okay, Tommy," Melissa soothed, "We can trust them to keep their mouths shut," then she began to giggle, too, and said, "They just don't want to miss the chance to see me eating crow, that's all.

"Uh huh," I suspiciously chuckled, "We'll see, won't we?"

Melissa just winked at me as we made our way to the front of the store to check out.

~~~~~~

After loading the few groceries e needed to make dinner that night, me, and Melissa, accompanied by Daphne, with Gabriella tagging along, all managed to get a table at the quaint little coffee shop.

"Okay," I said, smiling at Melissa, pretty much already knowing what she was gong to say, "Out with it...and I want the truth."

Alright, Tommy," Melissa smiled, "When I met you at Mom's and Jack's wedding, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, but I knew that I couldn't have you and it pissed me off to no end."

"Yeah," Gabriella giggled, "And you should've heard the language that she was using, too."

"I know, Gabi," Daphne giggled right along with her, "She was doing some serious cussing, wasn't she?"

"Be quiet, you two," Melissa grinned, "Let me finish...The funny thing about it, was Mom already knew how I felt about you before I did. Tommy, do you remember that night when I was being a terrible bitch to you, and you lit into me for it?"

I simply nodded my head, smiling, and said, "How could ever I forget?"

"Well," she continued, "Mom came into my room when she got home from work that night, and for the fist time since my father died, we really talked; and you know what?"

"No," I smiled, "What?"

"She told me that it was okay to love you," my beautiful Melissa smiled, "And that's when I told these two," referring to Daphne and Gabriella, "About my plan to get you to fall in love with me."

"So what," I derisively asked, "You lied to me then?"

"NO, baby," she quickly replied, "I've never once lied to you; and I'm not about to start now. Everything I told you about Sherilyn Hawkins was the truth...tell him, girls."




Melissa



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Sorry about the delay in my latest story.  Life caught up with me, and I've been pretty busy recently.
I am almost done with a sequel to this story, and depending on the comments, there might be more than one sequel!

Note: All characters are over 18 in this story.

Enjoy!
 - milordrevan
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It was a really hard test. Their teacher was sitting at the front of the room, impatiently waiting for the last students to finish their test. Melissa finally turned hers in, and a few seconds later the only other student in the classroom finished his last essay and turned it in without checking his answers.

He felt bad about that, but it couldn't be helped. The teacher, Mr. Wilson, got out of there as quickly as he could to make his appointment with the director of the school, leaving the two students alone in the room. As he slowly returned to his desk, Melissa was busy putting away her stuff.

The other student glanced sideways at the short girl. He'd liked her for a while, so he tried to say something cool. "So how do you think you did?"

She looked up at him. "Not too badly, I guess. Question three was really tough, and I hated the second essay question. But other than that, I did ok."

He smiled. "Yeah, I don't think I fucked it up as much as I thought I would. Philosophy tests are so hard."

They chatted for a while about the test, school in general, and other mundane topics. She started to get antsy, and he thought that maybe she was tiring of talking to him, but was too nice to say so.

He commented on how warm it was outside, and was pretty warm inside, too. She replied saying that she was positively boiling.

He looked at her. "I guess because it's the end of April in the South. Why did you decide to wear that jacket over your tee shirt?"

She looked down at the black cotton jacket that was covering her tight white tee shirt. Sitting back down at her desk, she seemed to hesitate before she answered. Her face got serious, but he saw a mischievous look in her eye that he had never seen there before. "You sure you want to know?"

He was puzzled, but sat down beside her. "Yeah, I guess."

She glanced at the closed door, then at the windows. "Well," she began. "You know that I live with my grandmother, right? She's getting up there in years, and this week she's been sick. She never feels too good in the rainy season, and all that rain we got earlier in the week has given her bad headaches. So she's not been up to doing housework, and I've been really busy the last few weeks, so I haven't been able to do anything past cooking."

He was really confused now. "So what does this have to do with your jacket?"

She started to slowly unzip her jacket as she continued. "I'm coming to that. So when I got up this morning, I realized that I really needed to do laundry. Like really needed to do laundry. As in, these are the only clothes I have left. So I found out that I was completely out of a rather important article of clothing. And this was the only clean shirt I had to wear. So rather than letting everyone see THIS..."

And with that last word she opened her jacket, revealing her white shirt. Her very tight white shirt. That clung to her small round breasts. Which was incredibly sexy in any case, but in the absence of a bra, he clearly saw her small pink nipples. Her gorgeous pink nipples....

He couldn't stop staring at them. Slighty hard, they poked out from her shirt as if they were proudly presenting themselves to his mesmerized gaze. He knew that she was a bit forward sexually, as there were rumors that she had secretly fucked the star first basemen of the baseball team in the dugout after the state championship game last year. But he totally was not expecting this! Sure, they had flirted for a few months, and he had been planning to ask her out sometime soon, but this was way beyond anything they had done before.

She laughed at his flushed face. "So rather than letting everyone see these, I wore my jacket over my shirt. I mean, you have to admit that it's rather obvious without the jacket, don't you agree?"

He found his voice, as well as a bit of courage. "Yeah. Yeah, but it sure does look nice. Good grief, those look good." He looked into her eyes and winked. "From what I can see of them, you know."

She looked at him with a fake wounded look. "Oh, very well." She slid off her jacket, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up over her tits.

"Holy..." he said, and his eyes snapped back to the wonderful sight that was her now unobscured breasts. He had been teasing her. He didn't think that she would actually show them to him!

She slowly swayed them back and forth. "Don't they look good enough to eat?"

"...Yeah..." came his distracted reply.

"Why don't you taste them?" she purred.

Without hesitation, he reached forward and cupped her right breast, and slowly slid off of his seat, kneeling in front of her and taking her right nipple into his mouth. It tasted wonderful! He slowly licked it, then softly sucked it as she groaned with pleasure. She shoved her chest harder into his face, and he slowly massaged her left tit with his fingers while he massaged her right tit with his lips and tongue.

After a glorious minute of this, he switched sides and her breathing quickened noticeably. He felt her slide her shirt over her head, sitting there topless while he worshipped her breasts.

By now his cock had fully woken up and straining against his jeans. Not wanting her to notice his predicament, he slowly rose as he kissed his way up her body, culminating with a deep kiss on the mouth. She furiously returned the kiss as she pressed her body against him.

He broke off and gazed into those brown eyes that had sparkled with mischief before, but now blazed with a fire he had never seen before in anyone. She rose up and walked to the door. As she did so, he couldn't help but watch her bare back and her tight little ass as she locked the door. Turning back to him, she finally noticed the slight bulge in his jeans.

She grinned suddenly at him. "Looks like your friend wants to come out and play. Come over here so we can indulge his obvious desires."

He ambled over to her and she kissed him again, working her tongue around his as her hands crept to his abdomen and started undoing his belt. A thought penetrated through the lust that was fogging his mind. 

"Are you sure we should do this here? What if someone comes in?" he worried aloud.

"No one will come in," she said confidently in a lust-filled and husky voice he hadn't heard before. "This classroom isn't used any more today, and it's Friday. Everyone is anxious to get home anyway. Who would come in?"

He replied by placing his mouth over hers again and stroked her hair as she unclasped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Her hand roamed over his underwear, feeling his slightly-above-average length and impressive girth. With a deft movement, her hands yanked down his pants, letting his cock free from its prison.

He felt her move slightly away from him as she looked down at his dick with interest. As her hands started to examine it, her short brown hair fell over her face, obscuring her expressions. He was slightly worried, craving her approval of his cock. His other girlfriends hadn't seemed impressed when they saw it, and it had hurt his pride quite a bit. As he waited for her judgement, he resumed his massage of her fully erect nipples. He busied himself with admiring how they proudly stood out, a soft pink against the pale skin of her breasts.

All of a sudden, she grabbed his dick firmly with her long fingers and pulled it gently, leading him over to the desks. She grinned up at him. "I think your friend and I are going to get very well aquainted today. How does that sound?"

"I hope so, too. Why don't you two meet each other face-to-....well, cock," he finished lamely, and she laughed and slid down to kiss the tip of his fully hard member.

She spent an unbearable amount of time teasing him, as she kissed it and slowly licked it all over. Finally, she took him into her mouth.

It felt amazing to him. He'd never had a blowjob before. None of his previous girlfriends had gone past letting him play with their tits while they gave him a handjob. She was obviously somewhat experienced, as she was careful not to hurt him with her teeth as she moved up and down his cock.

After a few minutes of glorious pleasure, he felt himself about to come. She obviously sensed it as well, for she somewhat reluctantly popped his cock out of her mouth and stood up.

"No, no, no," she smiled playfully. "You don't get to cum before I do." With that she moved his hands to her blue jeans and he obediently undid her clasp and slid them off of her.

There was a noticeable wet spot on her lacy black panties, and he dropped to his knees to get a better look. He ran his hands over her shapely legs. She obviously hadn't had time to get any sun yet this year, but her pale skin didn't detract in any way from her beauty. As his fingers moved to the inside of her thighs, she started to breathe quickly again, and he briefly rose to kiss her once again. As their passionate kiss ended, he worked his way down her body, kissing her mouth, chin, chest, each nipple twice (for luck), then slowly kissed his way down her stomach. He hovered his mouth just above her panties, and she didn't hesitate before yanking them down to her ankles.

He paused for a minute, staring at her perfectly shaven pussy. Smooth and luscious, it was lightly coated in a aroused glaze. He could smell the lust and feel the heat emanating from her lips. She had one of those pussies that completely hid the treasures inside, practically commanding him to explore it, which he gently, yet enthusiastically, did.

At the first touch of his finger on her aroused sex, Melissa groaned and her legs started to buckle, but she caught herself and hopped up onto the desk, slightly spreading her legs. He moved over to her and stroked the outside of her lips with his fingers, teasing the entrance. She groaned and squeezed her legs together, trying to push his fingers inside of her, but he deftly removed his hand before her legs completely closed. With one hand, he pried her legs apart, and with the other, he gently opened her lips to reveal her womanhood.

Her clit, slightly on the small side (though he didn't know this, since this was the first real pussy he'd seen), was brightly engorged, and his first touch sent shudders running through her petite body. As he explored the depths, she started to writhe in pleasure, and when he teasingly traced his finger around the entrance to her vagina, she begged him to put it in her.

Melissa's vagina felt amazing, he found out as he gently and slightly hesitantly slid his finger inside her. She was squirming on the desk, and feeling bold, he inserted another finger. She started to pant, and he knew that it wouldn't be long until she came.

Not wanting to miss anything, he lowered his lips to hers and his tongue explored her pussy. As she moaned, he tasted her juices that were flowing from her slit. Never before had he tasted something so good. It was as if she could take the lust that they both had for the other and put it into fluid form - he felt like he was physically tasting their desire.

His tongue would dart inside her for the briefest of instants, but he never stayed inside her. He wanted to prolong her agony. He kept her right on the brink of climax for a minute, then forced his tongue inside her as deep as he could. Immediately, she violently came. Her body convulsed once, twice, then a third time as she clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

Her juices flowed out of her like a river of pure passion. He lapped it all up with his tongue, and in an attempt to squeeze out the rest, he again forced his tongue inside her, bringing her to a second, though less violent, climax.

She sat up and grabbed his arms, yanking him up. She kissed him furiously, and while she kept his mouth busy, she grabbed his cock and brought it to the entrance of her pussy. Letting herself fall back down on the desk, she waited impatiently for him to enter her. He couldn't wait to put it in, but he forced himself to go slowly, rubbing it against her lips before slowly inserting it inside of her.

Damn, she was tight. Obviously she wasn't a virgin, since there was no resistance, but it was also obvious that she hadn't had a lot of lovers. He guessed that she had been fucked three times at the most.

He slowly slid in and out of her, taking his time despite his growing need. She encouraged him to go faster by grabbing hold of his hips and driving him inside her. He gradually picked up speed for several minutes until he felt his balls tighten. He tried to pull out but her hands tightly prevented him from pulling out entirely. After a few seconds, he felt his seed spurt inside of her, repeatedly filling her with hot streams of sticky cum. He again tried to pull out, but she held him with a death grip until he felt her orgasm yet again.

Her fingers finally released him and he pulled out of her, his cock starting to deflate. He sat down in a chair and watched her as she recovered from their fucking. He reached over to her and stroked her cheek, and she turned her face to him with a serene smile. "That was by far the best fucking I've gotten. Was it your first?" He nodded silently.

She sat up and slid off the table. "Well, was it up to par?" she asked as she climbed onto his lap with her leaking pussy pressing against his cock. He immediately started to get hard again.

"Good grief, Melissa, that was absolute heaven. You are amazing. How did you manage to climax three times?" he replied.

"I guess a good partner brings it out in me. But I've always been good at cumming," she said sweetly. A slutty expression came over her face. "Now how about we try for a fourth?"

She got off of him and got on her hands and knees on the floor, presenting her raised ass to him. He slid off the chair and knelt behind her, and powerfully forced his cock inside of her waiting pussy. She shuddered, then ground against him as he repeatedly slammed his cock into her.

It wasn't long before they both came, and they both collapsed to the floor to rest. She turned her head so that it was inches from his. "Can I pre-order at least one more?" she hinted.

"Of course you can. But let's do it in a more secluded space next time. Your place? Tomorrow's Saturday, so I can come over tomorrow night if you want."

"Why wait until the evening? My grandma won't notice if we keep the volume down. She usually naps after breakfast, so I will see you at nine tomorrow morning. Don't be late, or you might not get to climax at all," she teased.

They got up and dressed themselves (he felt slightly disappointed when he could no longer see her gorgeous body), and he opened the windows to let the odor of their lust dissipate into the wind. As they waited for the room to air out, they kissed with his hand up her shirt and her fingers in his pants. After ten minutes, they closed the windows and walked with his arm around her waist out to her car, where she gave him a soft kiss before driving away.

He looked after her, thinking that tomorrow could turn out to be quite a fine spring Saturday. He turned and ambled to his car, whistling a cheery tune. He couldn't have picked a better girl, he thought, and smiled to himself as he drove away. Just couldn't have picked a better girl...



Melissa



I stared at Jake over my open can of Rolling Rock. "Another boring Friday night," I grumped. "I'm broke and stuck here with you. Six months out of college, with a degree, and I can't even find a job as a cashier, let alone one relevant to my education."

Jake laughed. He knew the criticism wasn't personal. I just needed to blow off steam. "Lance, something will turn up. Finish your beer and let's watch the game. It'll start in a few minutes." He turned on the TV and tuned it to BeIN, where the live soccer game from halfway across the world was indeed about to begin.

The next morning, I was combing through the classifieds in the newspaper when Jake's alert eyes spotted something. "How about this one, Lance?"

I looked at the ad. "Personal assistant needed for female executive. Call or email for interview." The ad listed hours in which to call, an e-mail address and a phone number. Surprisingly, Saturday was listed as acceptable for calling. I called the phone number provided at once.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up. An authoritative female voice came on the line. "Melissa Rogers speaking."

"Miss Rogers, I'm Lance Hendricks. I'm calling about the personal assistant position. Can I schedule an interview?"

"I'm actually holding a group interview at 5 p.m. today. Dress well for it. The address is --"

"Hold on one moment. Let me get a pen and some paper."

I wrote down the address -- and the directions -- she provided, and told her I would be there at 5 p.m. sharp. I prepped carefully, showering twice to be certain I was fully clean, wearing my nicest button-down shirt and my black slacks, and shaving my thin, short facial hair completely off. At 4:55, I knocked on the door. "Come in," came Melissa's powerful voice.

I entered. Melissa was big all around. She was at least 6 feet tall, and had to weigh 300 pounds. Her hair, black with a bit of gray in it, was in a tight bun. She gestured to a chair, and I sat down in it. There were 9 other people sitting in the row of chairs against the living room wall. Melissa stood, towering over us all.

"Welcome to my home," she announced. "Did you all bring a resume?" I handed mine over, as did all the other people -- 4 other men and 5 women. She quickly looked them over. "Now I'll ask all of you some questions."

I felt more nervous than I'd ever been as the questioning began. Each and every one of us had to answer in turn. The process took two full hours. Finally, it was finished.

Melissa paced slowly back and forth, carefully studying all of us, for a few minutes longer. No one dared to say a word. I was barely able to breathe. Just as the tension had reached an unbearable level, Melissa spoke. "Lance, please stay. The rest of you, leave now."

When everyone else had filed out, Melissa locked the door. I was still sitting in the chair she had assigned to me. "You may stand," she told me, and I rose nervously to my feet. To my surprise, she favored me with a slight smile. "Would you like some juice?"

"Yes, thank you very much," I told her. I excused myself to use the restroom, and when I returned, Melissa handed me a small glass, about half-full of what looked like orange juice. I drank it down in one swallow. It tasted like orange juice, too. I handed the glass to Melissa, who disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later.

"Let's go into the office," Melissa said. "I have just a few more questions."

"Yes, Miss Rogers," I replied. She led me into a large office and pointed to a comfortable recliner. I sat in it while she took a seat behind her desk. For some reason I was feeling somewhat lightheaded.

She lifted up my resume. "I see you just finished college. Why haven't you found a job yet?"

My brain felt like I was in a fog. "I don't know. It's the old problem of no one wants to hire anyone without experience, but I can't get experience if no one hires me."

"So, are you willing to do anything I ask if you become my assistant?"

"Yes, Miss Rogers."

"A little information on me. I'm 45 years old, single, no kids. So you're willing to do absolutely anything I tell you to do?"

"Yes."

"Good. Remove all of your clothes."

My brain didn't seem to be functioning correctly. I appeared to have no will of my own. I silently and quickly stripped. Melissa did likewise, letting her salt-and-pepper hair out of its bun. Her wavy hair came down to her shoulders.

Melissa led me to the bedroom, where she used four scarves to bind my limbs to the four bedposts. I lay still as she ran her hand delicately over my chest. My pole stiffened at her touch. I let out a soft moan.

Melissa leaned down and pressed her breasts against my face. Her large mounds were surprisingly firm. "Suck them," she instructed, and I obediently opened my mouth and latched onto a nipple. Her hands continued to gently tease my body, and I shivered slightly.

After I had switched back and forth between her nipples several times, Melissa lifted her chest away from me and adjusted her position so that her dripping slit was over my mouth. "I hope you know how to properly stimulate a woman with your tongue." Before I could respond, she lowered herself downwards. I licked along her slit, then sought out and sucked on her clit. After heating her up, I slid my tongue inside her. Melissa's legs locked around my head. I licked quickly, and soon she flooded my face with love juice.

Melissa's hands had been gently stroking my pole while I licked her. "Well done, Lance," she said, lifting up her body again. "Now I'm going to ride you."

She shifted her position again, this time sliding her soaking box down on my stiff pole. Her hands pinned my chest to the bed. "I'm going to use you for my own pleasure, boy," Melissa purred. She moved her hips rapidly, bouncing on my rod. Her internal muscles squeezed me every time she slid downwards. I shivered and let out lustful moans as she worked herself to several orgasms.

Each time she climaxed, her spasming pussy tightened around my cock. I felt my balls getting heavy with cum. Melissa felt it too, because she reached back with one hand to tease my nuts with her fingertips as she continued to bounce. "Mmmm, a nice big load in there, Lance. I'm going to get it all out of you." Her box seemed to squeeze me even tighter with every bounce. "I'm going to forcibly extract every drop of that nice young cum. You'd better fill me up." 

Her words and her fingers proved too much. As she climaxed yet again, I erupted inside of her. Her thirsting pussy seemed to draw my cum straight from my nuts. When I finished, I lay spent on the bed, my breathing ragged as I tried to get oxygen back into my muscles. Melissa slid off of me and lay next to me.

"You're hired," she told me. "You start immediately. I'll have someone collect your stuff and bring it here."

"Thank you, Miss Rogers," I managed.

"No need to be so formal," she grinned. "I just fucked you, honey. Call me Melissa."

"I haven't felt like myself for the past couple of hours," I informed her.

Melissa giggled. "That wasn't just orange juice in that glass, Lance. You're now my personal slave. You'll find you can't will anything but obedience when I say something." I blinked in shock. "But don't worry. I like you a lot. By the way, I'm semi-retired and work from home. You'll be spending a lot of time with me in this bed."

"I like your thinking," I replied.

Two days later, my belongings were installed in Melissa's house. It's been a year, and being her slave has been a wonderful job so far...



Melissa 2.1



After paying the cashier I grabbed my tray, making sure I had a firm hold of my glass of iced tea, and looked around the crowded delicatessen. My work on a software upgrade delayed me, so I faced a larger crowd than I normally ran into at lunch. Looking down the racks of wine bottles and assorted cheeses I spotted an open table but before I could move that way an attractive lady placed her tiny salad on the table and slid into the seat. I was about to concede defeat and head out onto the porch where the tables were mostly empty, but the hot and very humid weather promised a very uncomfortable experience, when I noticed someone waving at me.

Nodding my head I moved over to his table and said, "Hey Andy, I thought I got here ahead of you."

"You did, but while you were gawking at Terry's tiny salad, I found a prime table, where I can watch Terry's tiny titties while she eats her tiny salad."

Sitting down and unwrapping my sandwich I replied, "I tell you Andy, she's pretty incredible. It's the classic lines, like a dancer."

"Hell, if I were head of our department, we would see a bit more quality cleavage around the office."

"Yeah and we'd probably see a hell of a lot of sexual harassment lawsuits."

"Harassment? Hell I'm just saying we could use a little more..."

"Yeah, I heard you and let's just say we have an excellent staff, better than the design department."

"Okay, okay. Design is scary. Hey you are running late Marc, not like you to run late for the dinner bell."

"I got in a software upgrade, I got tied up working on it."

"Upgrade?" Andy asked sliding forward in his chair and tilting his bald head to the side. "What kind of upgrade?"

"Well, it's a beta version, so I've been mostly reading up on it."

"A beta version of what, I haven't gotten anything in email about an upgrade."

"Well, it's only for a select few people, I had to sign a beta test agreement. There was a bunch of forms and stuff to fill out."

"Still there's nothing at work... Hey, this isn't for work is it?"

I shook my head back and forth.

"You dog you! It's Melissa isn't it?"

I couldn't help but smile broadly.

"How... when... what is the upgrade?"

"Whoa, whoa, calm down Andy. I got it last night, Melissa 2.1 the redhead upgrade."

Now Andy shook his head, "The redhead upgrade? You act like I'm a complete sexist because I want to see some bigger breasts and you are 'upgrading' from brunette to redhead. So come on Marc, tell me what makes the redheads an upgrade?"

"Andy, come on, it's called an upgrade because now you can get some variation from the original hair color. Others got the blonde or brunette upgrade, I just wanted to try a redhead."

"And?" he asked, dabbing a bead of sweat from his head with his napkin.

"And what? It's still installing."

"Still?"

"Think about it Andy, this is not just a simple computer upgrade."

"I guess you're right. How did you do it, I mean did Melissa know?"

"Well, I had thought about telling her, but you remember the problem 2.0 had?"

"The jealousy thing?"

"Yeah, and I got a bit nervous about telling her."

"But she'll be the same, just improved."

"Yeah, but I was afraid she'd be jealous of... well, herself, her 'new' self. The 2.1 installation instructions even mention the problem. They fix it with this version, but they warn that the 2.0 version may harbor some self awareness issues. See, right here it says, '...recommend initiating the upgrade while subject is asleep or otherwise impaired.'"

"So what did you do?"

"I simply waited until she was asleep."

"But with all the wires and stuff, didn't that wake her up?"

"No, it's just a card, like a secure digital memory card. Remember, when I initially had her programmed they installed a tiny card reader tucked in beneath her breast. While she was asleep, I just lifted and inserted the card. It then dissolves into her system and the coding gets circulated through her body.

"The upgrade revitalizes her overnight and while I sleep beside her, she is infused with my smell, my breathing patterns and supposedly even my brain waves. When the upgrade is complete, any boredom she may have developed for me over the year since the last upgrade is replaced with an intense attraction. She'll be like a newlywed, wanting to explore the newfound sexual freedom, only, she will retain all her previously acquired sexual knowledge. At least that's what the manual says," I said finishing the last of my sandwich and taking a sip of my iced tea.

"Well did it work?"

"The installation was still running when I left for work. According to the manual, I can login from my computer at work and start it up. It's actually set up so I can connect remotely and actually program a sexual suggestion to her. Say I feel like some oral today, the feel of that red hair tickling my nose, I simply program a suggestion and by the time I get home she is so hot and bothered for me to dive in between her legs, she may meet me at the car and jump me."

"So what is it for tonight?"

"Well, just the thought of going down on that red haired pussy is driving me wild, so that's first on my agenda."

Andy had finished his lunch, so we picked up our trash and trays and headed away from the table. As I was putting the try and glass down on the return table he leaned over and whispered, "Let me know how it turns out, and hey, I want details."

"You know Andy, you might to look at buying the software, who knows, you might be able to slip one of the cards under Terry's tiny tittie."

"Oh I wish," he moaned heading out the door.

I was distracted the rest of the afternoon, unable to accomplish anything related to work. I did log in and check on the Melissa 2.1 upgrade, discovering the installation went without a glitch and the software was ready for me to input my suggestion. Wondering what it would be like to run my lips over the soft, curly red hair between her legs, I worked at my keyboard outlining my "suggestion."

By four o'clock I gave up getting anything done at work and slipped out. Traffic was light so my drive home was a breeze and I had plenty of opportunity to run scenarios though my mind of what might happen. Whatever the scene, the flaming red hair on her head and inside her panties played a significant role. When I finally pulled into my garage pod, my cock had been up and ready for at least half an hour.

Melissa didn't meet me at the car as I had talked about with Andy, but, after adjusting my erection, I limped up to the door and quietly opened it. There she was sitting on the couch completely naked with one leg propped over the armrest and the other stretched out on the floor giving me a perfect view of the new shade of pubic hair.

I could only stare at her for the longest time, gazing at her fair skin, the way her triangle of red hair curled enticingly, drawing my eyes downward to her slit which was just beginning to blossom into those beautiful pink folds. Her hands were at her breasts, teasing her nipples but all I could do was watch her pussy as it responded to the arousal. As her lips swelled and her clit grew I saw her slowly open up to me.

Finally after a few minutes I shook my head, breaking the trance and looked up at her face, noticing how beautifully the auburn red hair rolled down onto her shoulders. Her eyebrows were a bit thinner than they had been, but the deep red color there seemed to accent her green eyes. I then noticed her freckles as I looked at her cheeks and then at her thin nose. They were cute and sexy at the same time and I imagined kissing each tiny dot, only after I had finished between her legs though.

Looking down a bit, I noticed her lips moving and realized she was talking to me. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I asked.

"Not listening to me?"

"Ah, well it's just that I, ah..."

"I asked you whether you were just going to stand there looking at me or were you going to get undressed and eat me?"

I didn't need to answer her question, I simply pulled off my clothes and moved over to her, settling between her legs. Leaning forward I moved my face through the soft, red curls, feeling the slight tickling sensation over my lips and nose. Breathing in I took in her earthy fragrance and wanting more of her, I moved downward, sliding my tongue down her slit and then sliding back upward, opening it to expose her clit. Teasing her, I moved my tongue in and around the tiny nub only lightly brushing against it.

She began to lift her hips, moving them in an effort to push her clit against my tongue, but I quickly dove down between her lips, driving my tongue into her wet and tangy tasting opening. Moving my tongue back and forth into her and then circling around the walls, I savored the taste of her, letting the unique flavor cover me. I then returned to her clit as I moved my right hand up and slipped two, then three fingers into her moist softness.

I felt her hands grab my head as my tongue moved up to her clit, not teasing this time, instead my tongue circled it caressing it, flicking it up and down. As she lifted her hips and ground her pussy onto my face, I sucked her clit into my mouth, running my tongue up and down its shaft as I sucked. She moaned loudly and came, her cunt walls pulsing around my fingers as I paused for just a moment as she arched her back. With her pussy still squeezing my fingers again and again, I began sucking and licking her clit again.

Hearing her squeal I sucked that much harder, feeling her fingers grasp my hair and pull it. Her hips bucket wildly up and down as she quickly flowed into another climax, this time crying out, "Oh yes, again... again." Releasing her clit, I let my head rest on her thigh as I felt the pulsations coursing through her body and pussy gently fade away.

It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath and regain her composure, but once she did she seemed to go wild. One moment I'm kneeling between her legs, resting my head on her thigh, the next thing I know, she has pushed me onto my back. All I could do is relax as she moved over me, running her mouth over my stomach and chest, then moving to the nipples. As she teased me with her kisses, she let her wet pussy slide up and down my legs, the soft lips leaving damp kisses of their own on me.

Now it was her turn to tease me as she concentrated on my nipples, leaving my cock to twitch and swing in the cool air. Occasionally she'd let her shoulder brush against it, or she'd move so her thigh might rub it. From time to time she'd grasp it with her hand and stroke it once, twice, maybe a third time and then pull away, oblivious to my pumping hips and urgent moans.

When she finally ran her tongue down my stomach and over my cock I could feel my body trembling with need. Fully in control of the situation, she firmly grabbed my shaft with her hand and moved her mouth over the head. With a tight grasp she began pumping up and down with her hand as her mouth sucked hard on me, her cheeks pulling inward because of the suction. Looking down, I watched my cock head move in and out of her mouth, the bluish skin glistening with her saliva.

In just moments I felt a surge of pleasure build in my balls and then shoot up my shaft as I spurted my cum into her mouth in splash after splash. She slowed her hand down, gently milking the cum out of me as her beautiful red hair moved softly over my balls and thighs. Feeling completely spent, I eased my head back and relaxed. She continued caressing my balls, lifting them up and running her fingers under them as I drifted to sleep.

I must have slept for an hour or so but after I woke up the rest of the evening went wonderfully. We had an excellent dinner, so good in fact that I volunteered to clean up the kitchen. I considered maybe another session with her when we went to be early, but I felt an odd tingling, almost burning sensation up under my balls, so I let it go, figuring we could pick up tomorrow. Melissa was reading some pamphlet or small book as I drifted to sleep thinking of what "suggestion" I'd program for tomorrow.

That next morning I woke up late so I skipped breakfast, kissed Melissa goodbye, and headed out to my car. I couldn't wait for lunch to fill Andy in on the success of the upgrade. Once at work I efficiently moved through everything I had left from the day before and then continued on, finishing up most of what I planned to do the rest of the week. By the time lunchtime came around I was cleaning up my desk.

I waited by the door to the lunchroom as Andy headed down the long corridor. I waved back to him and then heard him call out, "Well how did the upgrade go?"

Remaining silent until he got a bit closer, I leaned toward him and whispered, "It was incredible, much more anything I could have expected."

"Well come on in Marc, tell me more about it."

"No, sorry Andy, I'm waiting for Melissa, she called at the last minute and I'm taking her shopping during my lunch hour."

"Well okay, but once you get back you got to give me the details."

"See you later," I said, heading out toward the parking lot.

Melissa and I spent a couple of hours shopping, looking at shoes, clothes and even some kitchen stuff. She tried on a number of outfits and then tried on every shoe in the store that was her size. We ended up buying a few things and then settled down to a nice lunch. She dropped me back at the office and told me she'd be out shopping some more, so I kissed her and told her to have a nice time.

Once back at the office I checked my email and then, because I really didn't have anything else to do I headed over to Andy's office. Well, I gave him the short version of the evening, then he made me go into details and I found myself describing how her pubic hair tickled my nose when she came, how she squealed before coming that second time and how she played with my balls as I drifted to sleep.

"Well Marc all I can say is wow. And damn it's done you come good, hell you look 10 years younger today, like you colored your hair or... hey, did you color your hair?"

"No, didn't even wash it last night."

"But it's like, well it's not as gray."

"Gray? My hair was never gray, more a platinum blonde."

"No, I'm serious man, the gray, it's gone," he said, reaching up and taking come in his fingers. "Really, there is no gray there."

"Oh come on Andy..."

"Here, follow me," he said, grabbing my sleeve and leading me to the restroom. He pushed open the door and drug me over to the mirrors. "There, look for yourself."

"Well it looks..."

"Looks hell, the gray is gone."

He was right, the silver streaks were completely gone as was the large patch of gray I had near my forehead. "Damn, must be the vigorous sex," I whispered, laughing a bit.

We walked back to Andy's office and he continued, "I mean it man, whatever happened with Melissa, you are sure different today, I mean since when do you go shopping? Or I should say, since when do you go shopping and enjoy it?"

I paused, I did enjoy it, the clothes, the shoes, even the kitchen stuff. Normally I'd have been bored to death, clamoring to go to a bookstore or just leave, but today I didn't complain a bit, I actually enjoyed it all.

"I don't know Marc, you just seem strange."

"Well, I did knock out all my work for today so I'm heading out. I figured I'd get home early and clean the..." I stopped as Andy stared at me in disbelief. "What?" I asked.

"You go home early and clean the what?"

"House, I figured I'd clean the house," I replied.

"Man something is wrong here, something is seriously wrong."

"Oh don't be ridiculous, I finished up early and am heading home. See you tomorrow," I said heading out of his office. All Andy could do was shake his head in disbelief.

It was so early that traffic was even better than yesterday and when I got home I saw Melissa was still out shopping. I opened the door, put my computer bag in the closet, changed my clothes and then grabbed a dust rag. I planned to quickly dust everything and then run the vacuum. I started dusting in the living room but quickly moved into the bedroom.

When I moved over to Melissa's side of the bed to dust her nightstand, I noticed the tiny book she was reading from the night before. It didn't look like most of her normal books so I picked it up and looked closer. It was titled "Installation and Maintenance Instructions for Marc 3.2." I put it down on the bed and then finished dusting her nightstand.

Once finished dusting I grabbed the vacuum and ran it through the house, conveniently finishing just as I heard the front door open. Melissa called out, "Marc, I'm home."

I quickly moved into our bathroom and began running the bathwater, sprinkling in some of her favorite bath salts. Calling back to her I said, "Okay, just starting up your bath honey. What do you want for dinner?"

She walked into the room, came over to me and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. She then said, "Oh Marc you're such a wonderful husband."

"And you're the perfect wife," I replied, wondering what she would select for dinner.