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Melanie the Matchmaker Ch. 01

By: Archer2050



My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to discover if she was, in fact, a lesbian, bi-sexual, or, as she put it, "just going through a phase". 

She was 26, and I was 20. We had always been close despite our age differences. Her mom was a close family friend, and she left Alana in my parents' care when she died from cancer when Alana was just 13. Then, when my parents died in a car accident when I was 16, they left me to Alana. By that time we were more brother and sister than anything, and rather than Alana looking after me, we just looked after each other. 

I'd been close to Alana for my whole life, and I was still shocked to hear her talk about these things so freely. We never talked much about sex before, and I found it particularly surprising that she confided in me her plans to use this vacation as a sexual experiment.

While I appreciated her openness and drooled over her sexy story, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Obviously, since it was only the two of us on this trip, it was going to be an awkward few days for me if all Alana was going to do was pick up guys. I would have to constantly find things to do by myself whenever Alana started picking up men, or if she got picked up. 

And even though we had a room with two beds reserved, I knew it would be too awkward for me to be in the room if she was having sex. I'd either have to wander through the night, or hope that she stayed in her would-be one-night-stand's room. Either way I'd be alone. Most people might not have a problem being alone in a crazy town like Las Vegas, but at 20, I wasn't old enough to drink or gamble. And with the various women I had waiting for me back home, I wasn't willing to empty my wallet for strippers.

My other problem was more serious, to say the least. While Alana had revealed her secret of bi-sexuality, I had a secret of my own. A much bigger secret that I planned to keep: I was growing increasingly attracted to her. It had started at the same time I found out she was having sex with women; I had spied her through the neighbor's window, in a 69 with my unattainable crush, Autumn. Since that day, Alana had been sneaking into my sexual thoughts and fantasies more and more until finally I had to admit to myself that I was crushing on her, too.

When Alana told me the story of her first lesbian encounter, she couldn't have had any idea what a turn on that was for me. But the thought of her spending all weekend with other men...It would make me both jealous AND horny. Even now, sitting at the rear of the nearly empty passenger jet, my erection was threatening to punch a hole through the fuselage.

Next to me, taking a sip of a Jack and Coke, Alana was fortunately too buzzed or too excited about the state of things to notice my bulge. Her nipples jutted out from her full, D-cup tits, straining against the fabric of her tight, red, low-cut shirt. Her face was slightly flushed, and the smile she wore gave no sign of fading any time soon. Apparently her story had gotten her quite aroused as well.

I jumped when she turned to me, hoping she didn't catch me eyeing her cleavage. But she didn't appear to notice, and simply placed her drink on my tray.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she said, putting up her tray and unbuckling her seat belt. She pointed to the empty cup that she had stuffed in the magazine pouch . "If the guy comes by again, order me another one." She smiled brightly.

I nodded, smiled back, and watched as she wiggled her ass out of our row and into the aisle. My God, I thought. How could I have been ignorant to that beautiful body for so long? How could I not have noticed her maddeningly cute face, her infectious smile, her perfect teeth and skin? She was 5'10, athletic, with flowing blonde hair and the kind of legs a guy prays to feel wrapped around him. 

I'm not picky when it comes to women. There is no type of girl that I covet more than another. Blonde, brunette, tall, short; it's all good with me. But even still, if I were just another guy and not the kid she was raised with, I would have been jerking off to thoughts of Alana years ago. So why had I only started noticing now?

Of course, I had noticed before. I wasn't blind. The difference was that before she was just Alana, whom I loved dearly, but never lusted after. But after seeing her have sex with our neighbor, I became aware of a new side of her. A side that was just as alien to me as if she were a complete stranger. That day Alana became sexy Alana, and that image was impossible to erase.

Unconsciously, I grabbed my hard-on through my jeans, gave it a few quick strokes, hesitated, then gave myself a few more. Finally I stopped and readjusted myself, hoping to calm down.

"You really want her, huh?"

The voice came from behind, and I jumped in my seat with surprise. I turned and looked over the back of my seat. There was no one there. As I said, the jet was nearly empty, and we sat to the rear, away from all the other passengers. Even the stewards were up front, chatting quietly with an old lady.

But I hadn't imagined that voice, so I raised myself in my seat and strained my neck for a better look. And there she was. A fellow passenger, female, was sitting directly behind me. I hadn't seen her because she was so short; barely over 5 feet. I knew she wasn't there when I picked these seats, though, so how did she get past? And then it struck me. The bathroom at the back of the jet. She must have been in the bathroom when we boarded, then inadvertently snuck up on us after we were seated.

Settling with that explanation, I turned back to what she had said: That I "really want her". My heart jumped into my throat.

She must have seen me stroke my cock through the space between the seats. But even more alarming than that was the simple fact that, sitting so close, she must have heard Alana's entire story.

"If you want my advice," she continued, "I'd say go for it. Because she's into you, too."

Of course this possibility—that Alana was into me—was something I already suspected. Long story short, I had heard her call out my name during a drunken sex session with her girlfriend. But I tired not to rest my fantasies on that weak detail. I kept this to myself, and played dumb for the passenger.

"What do you mean?" I stammered. 

"Are you kidding? That story even got me hot! No one tells a story like that to just anyone. She wanted to turn you on. If not on purpose, than subconsciously. So I say if you want to go to the next level, if you want to be more than friends, the ball is in your court. Or balls, I guess." She laughed.

I was shocked by her boldness, but it felt good to have someone to talk to about this. She was, after all, a stranger who I would probably never see again after this flight, and the fact that she referred to Alana and I as "friends" reaffirmed my suspicion that she didn't know we were much closer. I unclasped my seat belt, put my knees on my seat, and turned to face her.

While she was very short and her body was tiny, there would have been no mistaking her for a juvenile. She had the beauty of a pageant queen, with facial features that made her look not like a high school student, but like a spunky young soccer mom. Her blonde hair was much lighter and shorter than Alana's, and it was loosely pulled back in a ponytail. And while her breasts were so small that I couldn't even see their bulges beneath her sweatshirt, the woman's gray eyes gave her an irresistibly sexy, mysterious quality. I guessed her to be Alana's age, mid-twenties or so—but when I turned to face her, she looked as excited as a schoolgirl.

"Hey," she smiled. "Don't let her catch you talking to me. You might blow it."

I smiled back. "I wouldn't worry about that. You really think she's into me?"

The woman had been holding a paperback, but she set it aside and leaned forward to answer. "Let me put it this way. If I told you that story, then said I was going to Vegas to find some dick, wouldn't you hit on me relentlessly until the end of the flight?"

"Hell, I'd probably follow you to your hotel," I joked.

She laughed. "And do you think I could blame you for hitting on me?"

"I guess not."

"Exactly. She wants you to be the guy, Gavin. That's your name, right? I thought I heard her say it."

"Yeah. Gavin." I offered my hand. She shook it with her small, delicate hand, which had a surprisingly firm grip.

"I'm Melanie. And I'm married." She smiled, then turned her hand to show me the wedding band. Before I could come up with a response, she said, "So forget all about me, and concentrate on her. But remember what I said. Oh, and sorry about eavesdropping. I'm such a jerk."

We both slumped back into our chairs as we heard the bathroom door creak open just five rows behind. Melanie stuck her nose back in her book, and I fumbled with my seatbelt and my erection that had yet to go away.

Alana returned to her seat, completely composed—though with her stiff movements, she was almost too composed. Then she slowly leaned toward me, eyes facing forward, and whispered.

"Someone is sitting behind us."

I pretended to be surprised.

Alana continued, talking quietly out of the corner of her mouth. "Has she been there the whole time?"

"Well, she didn't board mid-flight, if that's what you mean."

Alana shot me a look and a sarcastic smile. "Then she heard—"

"Everything."

"Everything. Oh my God."

I could tell Alana didn't know what to do, but I couldn't tell if she really wanted to do anything. Surely she knew it was harmless for this stranger to know her secret—a secret that would eventually come out, anyway. Embarrassing, yes. But harmless. Yet there was a very awkward silence as I waited for her to say something.

Instead of speaking, and perhaps out of curiosity, Alana gave a quick glance between the seats for another look at the eavesdropper. But at that same moment, Melanie had been peering over her book at Alana, and their eyes met. Alana spun around, speechless, but Melanie apparently felt she had no choice but to respond to the situation directly. She stood up and entered the aisle, standing over Alana.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I know none of that was meant for my ears, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Alana couldn't take her eyes off the floor, her head hung in humiliation. "It's not your fault. I should have looked around more. Or just kept my mouth shut." I noticed she was smiling, on the verge of laughter, it seemed, so at least she was taking this with a positive spin.

Melanie squatted down, coming closer to eye level with Alana, who still wouldn't look up.

"I know what you're going through, Alana, and don't think I'm going to judge you or anything," Melanie said in the sweetest, most soothing voice. She put a hand on Alana's knee and rubbed it. "In fact, I'm kind of on your team."

What the Hell?

Not wanting Alana to know that Melanie and I had already become acquainted, I hid my surprise at hearing this. 

"You're gay?" Alana asked. 

"Actually I'm bi."

I saw Alana glance at the wedding band on Melanie's finger and she smiled wide.

"What's your husband think about that?"

"Oh, he doesn't. Well, he probably fantasizes about it like most guys, but he thinks I'm as straight as an arrow. I told him I was going to Vegas to visit my sister. I'm sure he'd have begged to come along if he knew I was actually going to Vegas to eat some out-of-town pussy. "

"He has no idea you like women?" Alana laughed. "You must be an ace at keeping secrets. Obviously I'm not."

"I'll tell him some day. Probably the day after he comes clean about fucking that waitress every chance he gets." She sighed and looked off into space, grinning. "He's probably doing her right now."

"You're not mad?" I asked, baffled.

She shrugged. "Let him have his fun. It frees me up to have mine. But enough about me. You two are much more interesting."

Melanie stood up and motioned to the empty seat between Alana and I.

"May I?"

Before she had finished the word, Alana was happily nodding and shifting into the middle seat, freeing the aisle seat for our new friend.

"What makes us so interesting?" Alana asked.

Melanie shot a look to the front of the cabin, making sure the stewards were still occupied, then unfastened her pants. Next, she took Alana's hand and guided it to her crotch, slipping Alana's hand into her pants, beneath a pair of purple panties. Alana gasped, but she didn't resist. In fact, at that moment she almost seemed to have a mini orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she sunk into her seat.

"You feel that?" Melaine said.

Alana licked her lips. "Yeah..."

"You feel how wet I am?"

Alana just nodded, still licking her lips.

"That's how hot your story made me."

Alana opened her eyes and stared lustfully at Melanie. It was as if I had simply disappeared. But I was eager to see where this would lead, so I stayed quiet.

"Can I..." Alana asked, cutting herself off.

I saw Melanie suddenly tense up, then close her eyes and sink into her chair like Alana just had. I knew then what had happened. Alana had pushed at least one finger into Melanie's cunt, possibly more. Melanie moaned softly, then opened her eyes and stared dreamily at Alana. As if in a trance, Alana leaned forward and kissed Melanie softly on the lips. Melanie kissed her right back, the two of them getting more intense with each passing second. 

I knew Alana was buzzing hard from the drinks, but I was still surprised that she was doing this in front of me. Maybe Melanie was right. Maybe she really was trying to turn me on.

Alana broke the kiss and began slowly licking her way down Melanie's neck. I expected at least for Melanie to look at me and show me that she still remembered I was there, but her eyes stayed shut.

Alana licked at Melanie's neck a while longer, and rubbed her inner thigh with her free hand, slowly working her way to Melanie's crotch. The hand already at her cunt disappeared further beneath the panties, and Melanie shifted in her seat so she could spread her legs further. I watched, unblinking, as the fabric of the pants at Melanie's crotch pulsed as Alana worked her fingers inside.

"We should probably try to control ourselves," Alana said softly between kisses. She stifled a giggle. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

All Melanie did to reply was moan weakly.

Alana moved back to Melanie's face, and they kissed passionately again. Their tongues went wild, lustfully twirling around each other, then lapping at each others lips and faces. Melanie caught Alana's earlobe between her teeth, bit gently, then licked and sucked her way to the top. Alana's free hand, meanwhile, was moving past Melanie's crotch, and dipping beneath her sweater.

"I thought you wanted cock." Melanie said, fighting for breath.

"I do..."

"But I can only give you pussy."

"I want your pussy."

To hear Alana talk like this, in a soft, lustful voice, was difficult to handle. On one hand I was immensely turned on. But Alana knew I was here, and, not knowing her true feelings for me, or her intentions for doing this here and now in front of me, I couldn't be sure if she wanted me to be turned on. Did she expect me to watch? Did she expect me to leave?

But as Alana's hand crept up beneath Melanie's sweatshirt and cupped her small breasts, I decided that I wasn't leaving until I was given the direct order. Like Hell if I was gonna miss this.

From the movements at the bustline of Melanie's sweatshirt, I could tell Alana was massaging the young woman's breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Surely she was pinching her nipples, as well, though it was difficult to tell for sure.

"You know you can't eat me," Melanie whispered as they made out. "Not here."

Alana didn't miss a beat. "But I can taste you." And she pulled her hand out of Melanie's panties, then brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked them between her lips. 

Melanie and I watched hungrily, but it was Melanie who couldn't hold back. I felt my dick swell noticeably as Melanie rushed forth, wildly kissing Alana with the fingers still in her mouth. Alana was quick to share her cum-coated digits, and slipped them into Melanie's mouth. Melanie sucked hard, so hard that she made a tight slurping sound that I feared that everyone in the jet could have heard, though I saw no indication that they did.

Quickly, Alana pulled her fingers back, though Melanie fought to keep them between her lips by sucking harder. Once Alana prevailed, she dipped her fingers back under Melanie's panties, fingered her for a few strokes, then brought her hand back out and fed them to the tiny blonde.

Melanie bobbed on the fingers excitedly, as if they were a cock. Alana pulled them out again after a moment, offering her tongue to Melanie instead. As their tongues wrestled, Alana once again fucked her new friend's pussy with those wet fingers, and Melanie began gently bucking against her hand.

I desperately wanted to stroke my cock, if not directly, then through my pants, like before. But I didn't want to do anything that might alarm Alana. I was so confused, so turned-on. All I could do was watch, which was more than enough, but not nearly what I wanted.

The girls continued making out passionately. Alana fingered Melanie and faster and more forcefully with each passing second. She continued to knead her small tits under her shirt. Both of them were moaning softly.

"I taste really good," Melanie gasped, as if surprised. "Can I taste my pussy again?"

Alana said nothing, but quickly pulled her hand out from Melanie's pants and offered her fingers again. Melanie sucked eagerly, with more intensity then before. Then she grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up just far enough to reveal her tiny, braless, breasts. She was quite flat-chested, but her nipples were fat and long, and Alana's other hand plucked them, encouraging them to grow longer.

"Lick me," Melanie whispered, while continuing to suck Alana's fingers.

But Alana was a step ahead. She had moved her head in position, and was already lapping forcefully at Melanie's right tit. She pummeled the hard, thick nipple with her tongue, then sucked it between her lips. Melanie arched her back and gasped.

"Ohhh....that feels so good, Alana..." Melanie said. If she was in Heaven before, she seemed to be somewhere beyond now. "I love having my nipples sucked. I can come just from that."

I had to crane my neck a bit to get a good view of Alana sucking Melanie's tits, so I didn't notice right away that Melanie was looking at me. I was shocked when our eyes met, and even more so when she didn't look away. But I also got the feeling that she wasn't looking at me so much as through me with those glazed over eyes.

I watched as Melanie slipped her own left hand beneath her panties and played with her cunt. Then she pulled her hand out and reached over Alana, pointing a glistening finger at me. I didn't need a verbal order to act on this opportunity, so I leaned forward to suck her finger, tasting her sweet cum.

"Oh, Alana. Oh, Alana, Alana, Alana," Melanie said. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. When I tried to pull back from her finger, she just pushed it back towards me. I sucked on it again.

"I'm going to...to...oh, don't stop, Alana."

As I sucked Melanie's finger, I watched Alana working her hands and tongue over Melanie's exposed tits. She was licking furiously, nipping at the flesh and squeezing the tiny mounds to make tight but shallow cleavage. Melanie's chest had flushed deep red, a sure sign of her high state of arousal. She thrust her chest forward and threw her head back.


Melanie the Matchmaker Ch. 01



"Oh God...Alana..."

It was as if Melanie had literally snapped. Her body jerked almost violently, and she pulled her finger away from me, then wrapped both of her hands around Alana's head, pulling her to her chest. Melanie's eyes shut tightly and her mouth dropped open, but no sound issued. She shuddered for a long while, not breathing, not making a sound, frozen in the position. Alana kept licking and slobbering on her chest, moaning lightly all the while. Judging from the sharp, wet sucking noises I heard her making, she must have coated Melanie's entire chest with her saliva.

I don't know if what Melanie was going through was pre-orgasm or the orgasm itself, but suddenly she found a new level. Her body snapped again and she pushed Alana back, then grabbed the back of Alana's head with one hand while grabbing one of her own nipples with the other. She was audibly gasping know, as if she had been underwater for too long, but it didn't stop her from pulling Alana to her and shooting her tongue down her throat. Alana returned the kiss and it's intensity as they both continued playing with Melanie's nipples.

But then Melanie's orgasm entered a third stage. After thirty seconds of kissing, she pulled away, then simply hugged Alana tightly to her. Melanie's head rested on Alana's shoulder, so she was facing me. She eyes were wide and she was gasping frantically again, sounding almost like she was in pain. She kept readjusting her arms around Alana's back, trying to hug her closer than possible. Finally she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and let forth one last, powerful sigh.

Her body went slack.

Alana kept holding her, as Melanie had become dead weight with apparently no strength to even lean away. I saw a steward coming back this way, but Alana saw it, too. She gently pushed Melanie back into the seat and pulled her shirt down. The sweatshirt was baggy enough to conceal her opened pants.

The steward stopped to ask us if we needed anything. After all of that, I needed a drink, but for Melanie's sake I passed. Alana did, too.

"You two find a new friend?" he whispered, motioning to the passed out blonde beside us.

We nodded.

"And she fell asleep on you?" he grinned, unbelieving. He must have noticed our nervous expressions. He whispered again, "She's not bothering you, is she?"

"No," came our response, immediately and simultaneously.

He smiled, then returned to the front of the jet. 

Once he had disappeared, we looked to Melanie again. As ridiculous as it sounds, as I was hoping she wasn't dead or in a coma.

"Melanie?" Alana whispered. She gently stroked her fingers through the woman's blonde hair.

For a long while there was no response, then, in a weak but happy voice, Melanie replied. "Just give me a moment..."

We did.

A minute or so later, Melanie opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up in her seat. She looked at us and smiled brightly.

"If I had known you were going to turn me on that much, I would've warned you about my orgasms. They're pretty...intense...if they come from getting my nipples sucked on."

"So you're okay?" Alana asked, still stroking her hair.

"I'm peachy, thank you." She took another deep breath, let it out, then appeared to compose herself completely, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"I could let you do that to me all night, Alana," she said. Then, shifting in her seat and drawing Alana's hand out of her hair, she added, "But there's a more pressing matter that deserves your attention."

"What's that?"

"Him." And she pointed at me. And I felt like I was going to faint.



Melanie the Matchmaker Ch. 02



My whole life was changing on, of all things, a flight to Las Vegas.

Not half an hour ago, my close friend Alana told me of her new and strong attraction to women. Not twenty minutes ago, she finished telling me a detailed, erotic story of her first time making love to a woman. She followed up that story by explaining that she was going to use this trip to Vegas to look for guys to fuck, so she could ultimately decide if she was a lesbian, bisexual, or "just in a phase". And not two minutes ago, she had finished bringing a gorgeous female stranger we had only just met on this very flight to a three-tier orgasm...right in front of me.

But that isn't even the most astounding part of the story. Or this flight.

While Alana was in the bathroom, her would-be mid-air conquest, a cute little thing named Melanie, introduced herself to me. We hadn't known she was behind us, and so she had also heard Alana's bi confession, and her story. And, not knowing we had been raised together almost as close as a brother and sister and were not in any way romantically involved with each other--and seeing how much I enjoyed hearing the story--Melanie suggested I should try to "go for" Alana.

Somewhere along the way, Melanie decided to go for Alana herself, and I got to watch in the very next seat. But now that they were done, Melanie was pushing her original agenda again, and I was both thrilled and horrified.

"...There's a more pressing matter that deserves your attention," Melanie had said, trying to shift Alana's focus off of her.

"What's that?"

"Him." And she pointed at me.

Alana looked at me, puzzled. "Gavin?"

"You said you were taking this trip to look for some nice cock," Melanie said. "But I'm telling you that traveling is unnecessary. All you need is right there. He's totally into you."

Alana's bright blue eyes about popped out of her head when she looked at me. "He's what?"

Shaking my head, I put my hands up, trying to avert her eyes from my own. "No, no. I'm not into her. I—"

"Alana," Melanie said, taking her hand and bringing Alana's focus back to her. "Trust me. He wants you bad. We've already discussed it when you were in the bathroom. He doesn't want to be just friends anymore."

"Friends?" Alana gasped, and then she sat back, relaxed some, and smiled. She had figured out what I already knew. 

Perceptive as she was, Melanie didn't know we were much more than friends. While, at 26, Alana was several years my senior, she looked younger. And I looked older than 20, so it would be easy for a stranger to mistake us as the same age. We didn't look a whole lot alike, either, seeing that, as close as we were, we still weren't blood related. I had brown hair and eyes, and was tall and lean in shape. Alana had long blonde hair, with a shorter and soft but athletic body. I always thought I looked average, but Alana, with her cute facial features, unforgettable smile, large breasts, and long, smooth legs, seemed as if she were molded by the collective fantasy of every man on Earth.

"You told her you want me?" Alana asked, looking at me with a sly grin. I hoped that it meant she no longer believed Melanie's accusations.

"I didn't say anything," I replied, finally able to find my breath again.

"Oh come on," Melanie laughed. "I'm trying to help you, man." Her eyes shifted to Alana. "Fine. If you don't believe me, then believe this." And with that, Melanie took Alana's hand and guided it to my cock, which was still hard from having watched the two of them go at it just minutes earlier. As if that weren't enough, I had been so excited that my pre-cum had made a damp spot on my pants. Though it was invisible in my dark trousers, Alana felt it, and she shrieked, yanking her hand back.

She covered her mouth with her hands, her wide eyes staring at me. "Oh my God!"

There was nothing I could say. And I was so flabbergasted that I couldn't have formed words at that moment anyway.

"He got that from your story, just like I got mine," Melanie said.

Alana turned to her, still in shock, but trying to make sense of all this. "Oh, but...but, that doesn't mean it was for me, or the story...right?" She looked at me, but I gave her nothing in terms of a response, which might have spoken volumes in itself. She spun back to face Melanie. "After what he just saw us doing, any guy would get excited. But that doesn't mean he wants me. I mean, you're gorgeous. He probably has the hots for you."

There was no doubt about that. Melanie was definitely a hottie. She was tiny; barely taller than 5 feet, and small all around. She had shoulder length blonde hair and captivating gray eyes. I guessed her to be Alana's age, but instead of looking younger, she looked young and mature, like a hot soccer mom. But as attractive as she was, she was right. I definitely wanted Alana, scared as I was to admit it. And never in a million years did I ever think I'd do anything about it.

Melanie just smiled. "Oh, I'm sure he'd like to have a turn with the both of us. But it's definitely you he has his eye on at the moment."

"No, no," Alana replied. "You don't understand. You see, Gavin is—"

Melanie shook her head. "Don't say any more. You're hurting the poor guy's ego. He's already terrified to tell you. You're just making it harder. And let's face it, Alana. You wouldn't have told him that story if you didn't like him, too. And your chance is going to go belly up if you keep shooting him down. Go for him while the getting is good. For crying out loud, the guy practically jerked himself off when you left for the bathroom after telling your story. He's primed for you, honey."

I could see Alana was going to spill the beans about our true relationship, but when Melanie mentioned the jerking-off, it stopped her cold. She turned to me, and this time her bewildered stare harbored a trace of belief.

"You did what?" she said.

"I didn't jerk off. I was just..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence. I knew I could have ended this whole thing if I just blurted out that I was Alana's brother. It wasn't exactly true, but surely Melanie would have stopping pushing this then. But she already knew that I really did want Alana, and, stranger or not, that was not something I wanted to make public.

I suspect Alana was thinking along those same lines. She could have explained our true relationship, and Melanie would know why we so adamantly resisted her theory. But if Alana was beginning to believe Melanie, then announcing who we really were would embarrass us both. And our hometown wasn't all that big. And Melanie knew our first names...

So she kept quiet, just staring at me not with hate or disgust, or even surprise anymore. But with wonder.

"Look," Melanie said, interrupting the silence. "I know it's hard to make that jump from friend to lover. But I tried it once, and now I'm married to him. I know mine might not be the prime example, what with him sleeping around and me sleeping around. But what it all comes down to is love. If I had to stop seeing women for him, I would. And if he had to choose between me and what's-her-name, I'd bet everything I have that he'd pick me. We're just having fun, and that's exactly what you two should be doing."

Melanie must have thought that little speech would send us into each other's arms, but all Alana did was stare at me, still puzzled, and all I did was look to the floor. For a long while, no one spoke.

"I don't get it," Melanie said. "If you two were just friends who wanted to keep being just friends, then fine. But I've set up too many people to be wrong about this. It's practically a second job for me. In fact, if I charged all the people I've helped, I'd be a millionaire by now. I know love and lust and want and need when I see it. And you two are dripping with the stuff. Maybe you're not meant to spend the rest of your lives together; that I can't promise. But you're definitely meant to do more than just hold hands."

Melanie pulled Alana so they were looking right at each other, their noses inches apart.

"Why did you start making out with me just now?"

"You started it—"

"I put your hand in my pants, fine. But you pushed your fingers into me. You started the kiss. You lifted my shirt."

"I was aroused."

"Exactly my point. But you didn't forget that poor old Gavin was sitting next to you, did you?"

"No."

"So why do it in front of him? We could have snuck off to the bathroom. But no, you did everything right here, in these cramped little seats, inches away from him. Why? I'll tell you why. You wanted to get him excited. And even more than that, it excited you to know that he was watching."

I don't know what Alana was thinking, but it sure sounded convincing to me. Could I be that lucky? Was Alana actually in to me?

"And you," Melanie said, looking to me. "With Alana making all these protests and excuses, 'Oh, he doesn't like me', 'He's probably got the hots for you'. With all that she has said to deny what I say you're feeling, you have barely spoke up for yourself at all. When she's asked you direct questions, you give indirect answers, or none. You know what that tells me? It tells me that you don't want to answer because you've got too tight of a grip on the truth: that you really do want her, and if you say 'no' now, you'll never be able to say 'yes'."

Yep. She got me.

Again, Alana and I sat in stunned silence. Only now our thoughts had shifted to an entirely different realm, one where the idea that we both had sexual thoughts for each other actually existed. I waited for her to make the next move. She did the same.

And here came Melanie to the rescue.

"Okay," she sighed, sounding frustrated, but not annoyed. "This is a long flight, but not that long. Destination: Las Vegas. Not Rome. So let's get to it. Alana? Take out Gavin's cock."

Alana buried her face in her hands. "Oh, God!"

"Alana?" Melanie continued. "Alana. Listen to me. We just had a pretty wild time a few minutes ago, but you didn't orgasm, so I know you're horny. Just take out his cock. You'll be excited, you'll see that he's excited, and everything else will become easy."

Alana, her face red with embarrassment, looked at me and smiled. "She's not going to quit, is she?"

I shrugged, again proving Melanie's theory that no answer was still very much an answer.

"Either you take his cock out, or I will," Melanie said.

"Ok," Alana replied. "You do it."

Melanie laughed. "All right. You called my bluff. I'm not doing it. He's yours. Just put your hand here..." 

Melanie once again guided Alana's hand to my entrapped erection. Out of her uneasiness with the situation, she left her hand limp, waiting for the next direction. She put her other hand over her eyes and laughed hysterically, nervously.

"Now grab his zipper..."

Alana looked at me, smiling brightly but still red in the face. Her expression seemed to say, "Isn't this ridiculous?" but at the same time, her eyes were requesting my permission to proceed.

I smiled, shrugged, and put my hands up, as if I was just as dumbfounded by the situation as she was. "Whatever will make her stop." And I thought to myself: here's my first direct answer of the night. And it was in response to, of all things, an indirect question. Melanie couldn't have called it any better. I wanted this. Desperately. And it scared the shit out of me.

Giggling, Alana grasped my zipper, then slowly pulled it down.

Each inch she unzipped me seemed to take hours, but my already hard dick was growing fast. When three quarters had been opened, my dick popped out into view like a surface-to-air missile primed to launch. My hot skin bumped Alana's fingers, which only drove me closer to insanity.

Alana jumped and pulled her hand away. She was laughing again, very hard and very loud. We all looked up to make sure we weren't drawing too much attention from the others, but fortunately the whole group of them up front seemed to be having a blast, stewards included. They'd already conversed through one of Alana's sexual episodes, so why not two?

Bringing my concentration back to the immediate area, I did not feel embarrassed or ashamed that Alana had been laughing since unleashing my penis. She was not laughing at me, but at the situation. And there was more than subtle traces of excitement in that laugh. She might never admit it later, but right now she was enjoying herself.

"Doesn't that look good, Alana?" Melanie asked, leaning over and staring at my cock. "It's all for you. And it's hard because of you."

I noticed that Alana, even while laughing, hadn't taken her eyes off my hard-on since its exposure. Having two beautiful women staring at my cock with such intensity was a thrill beyond description.

"Now unbutton his pants," Melanie continued. "Give him some room."

Alana slowly reached back down, and, careful not to touch my dick again, undid the button on my pants. She had calmed down some by now, but still giggled with that red face of humiliation. But her eyes still hadn't left my cock.

"Now slide your hand into his pants..."

"Oh, God..." Alana laughed, following the instructions.

"And cup your hand around his testicles."

Slowly Alana slid her hand beneath my boxers, and positioned her hand so her thumb was at the base of one side of my cock, and her fingers wrapped around the base of the other side, then underneath to cup my balls. I felt my sperm building by the second.  

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She looked at me, smiling and stifling more laughter. "I really don't think I can..."

It couldn't have been more than a second that my face communicated the truth of what I was feeling. I know I shut my eyes briefly; that my jaw hung open, and that my head rested back on the seat. I was in Heaven, and my body was at ease. I had wanted to appear to remain indifferent, as if I was just as embarrassed by what was happening as Alana appeared to be. But for that one second, my passion was clear. And Alana saw it.

I heard her stop mid sentence and opened my eyes to look at her, my eyes glazed over. Her smile faded, but she did not develop a frown. Instead, she became very serious, as if she was finally realizing that what Melanie had suggested was right. I did want this. She wasn't appalled by the notion, or she would have quickly removed her hand from my pants.

Instead, she put her eyes back on my dick, and stared at it longingly, as if it harbored some deep secret. There was no more smiling, no more laughing, and even her beet-red complexion had begun to fade. Her fingers tightened around my balls.

"Are you stroking his testicles, Alana?" Melanie asked, certainly proud that she had inspired this breakthrough. "You should play with them gently. Roll them in your fingers."

Alana began to do just that, toying with my balls ever so gently, rubbing them and rolling them back and forth. 

"Now Gavin," Melanie said. "You should slide down in your seat so she can rest her head on your stomach. Lie down on him, Alana. I'll keep watch for anyone coming. You just lie down on his stomach and get a close up look at his cock as you play with his balls."

My quick submission to Melanie's command must have further convinced Alana of how much I was enjoying this. And Alana's equally rapid obedience to her own orders told me that I wasn't the only one having fun. 

After I had slid in my seat, Alana pushed up the armrest that had divided us and leaned over me, finally resting her head on my abdomen, not more than two inches from the base of my dick. She continued staring at my cock, her fingers working magic on my balls. A thick drop of pre-cum oozed from my cock head and dribbled down the underside of my shaft. It disappeared under my pants, were it reached my balls and Alana's hand.

She didn't even twitch.

"See how excited he's getting?" Melanie boasted.

Alana nodded.

"And what about you..." Melanie slipped her hand down Alana's shirt and cupped one of her large breasts, then gasped. "Oh my! You sure are!"

Alana hesitated for a moment, opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it. But she then nodded, and I nearly came at witnessing this admission. My breathing grew instantly and noticeably heavier.

"And what do you want to do next?" Melanie asked.

Alana remained silent, but she responded nonetheless. She slowly released my balls, then drew her hand out of my pants. Using just one finger, she traced the trail that my pre-cum had made, rubbing the underside of my cock and smearing the juices up and down it's length. My whole body tightened, and my cock was throbbing.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, throwing my head back.

She shifted tactics slightly, concentration not on the underside of my cock, but now solely on the fat, wet head, which was pumping more and more pre-cum by the second. Alana used that single finger to smear it around the tip of my knob, occasionally teasing my hole to draw out even more of the transparent juice. My cock had gone from red to purple almost instantly, but that was nothing compared to what was about to occur.

"Taste him," Melanie ordered delicately. "Lick your finger and taste Gavin."

Alana obliged, moving her wet, sticky finger from my cock head and putting it to her lips. She licked it tentatively at first, but then wrapped her lips around the finger to suck it clean. I can't be sure, but I thought I heard her moan.

"It's good, isn't it?"

Again, Alana nodded. And again, I thought I would explode.

"Then lick him. No sucking. Just lick him. Clean off his cock with your tongue."

Alana did not immediately respond this time. She put her finger back on my cock head and swirled it around the juices that continued to collect. It was as if she was stalling while trying to decide if she was ready to make this next move. I was willing her to go through with it, but I didn't believe for a second that she would. Even though I was positive that she was enjoying this, I didn't expert her to go so far right away. 

Thankfully, I was wrong. The next move Alana made was quick, but gentle. She picked her head up from my stomach and hovered over my dick, then grabbed the base of it with her thumb and forefinger. She then stuck out her tongue and licked my purple head full on, licking away my pre-cum as more pushed forth. As directed, she was not sucking my cock, but rather licking it like one might lick a lollipop, one stroke at a time.

I gasped each time her tongue rubbed my dick, and my whole body spasmed. But Alana paid no attention, and continued to lick my cock with her hot little tongue. When she was satisfied that my head was free of pre-cum, she licked the underside of my shaft, where the drop had trailed down earlier. I clenched my teeth and groaned softly, but with purpose.

Alana was licking my cock.

Alana was tasting my pre-cum.

"Is he clean?" Melanie asked.

I was hoping for a 'no' so Alana would continue.

And that's exactly what I got.

Melanie was taken aback. "No? Honey. Alana. Once he's clean, you can suck him."

"Not yet," Alana replied between licks, talking for the first time in ages. "I can still taste his...cum."

She not only continued to lick me, but she was going faster and faster, and her licks grew stronger, longer, and wetter. She wasn't just concentrating on the parts with pre-cum anymore, but the whole thing. The sides, the top, back to the head again. With increasing fervor, Alana was licking every square inch of my cock, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. She even stuck the tip of her tongue in my hole a few times, and she would follow that by trailing down my entire length to my balls, where she lapped at my testicles gently and rapidly.

I threw my head back and stifled a scream. I wasn't cumming yet, but it wouldn't be long. Melanie saw my state and rubbed Alana's back.




Melanie the Matchmaker Ch. 02



"Alana. He's going to burst. You should suck him, now."

For a moment, everything stopped. Alana ceased licking me and stared at my cock, looking for the right words for whatever she wanted to say.

I can't," she finally whispered, with lust heavy in her voice. "I just...I'm not ready."

But an instant later she was showering my straining cock with more of her furious licking. She didn't stroke me, didn't want to suck me, but she was licking me like there was no tomorrow. We had already crossed a line, but apparently Alana wasn't mentally prepared to cross that far over it yet. I was willing to accept this, but Melanie, of course, was not.

"Why aren't you ready?"

Between her panting and licking, Alana replied, "It's not right."

Melanie looked stunned again. "What's not right?"

"I can't suck him. He's...he's like my..." But every word Alana got out was followed by a passionate lick of my aching, spit-drenched erection. She didn't want to suck me? Fine. She was going to lick me to the greatest orgasm of my life, anyway.

Still not satisfied, Melanie looked to me. I was fighting for breath, yet doing everything I could to be quiet so as not to alert the other passengers. I gripped the armrest and planted my feet firmly onto the floor, pushing with all of my energy in hopes to stave off what I knew was imminent.

"Gavin? Do you want her to suck you off?"

I didn't answer. What could I say? First, it didn't matter. I was almost there anyway. And if Alana wasn't ready, then I wasn't about to push her. Still, what a great ending to an overwhelming experience it would be if she sucked on me and let me orgasm in her mouth...

"Gavin," Melanie repeated. "Do you want Alana to suck you off?"

"YES!" I grunted, out of control and finally cumming. 

The mention of Alana's name had, no doubt, set me off, and my reply seemed to have the same effect on Alana. She instantly stopped licking me and wrapped her soft lips around my hard cock. She did not go down on me, but instead took only the first two inches, and yet that was more than enough to please me beyond my wildest fantasies. She gripped my slippery shaft tightly in her hand and jerked me off as I unleashed what felt like a gallon of cum into her waiting mouth. 

Alana began moaning with pleasure as my seed shot into her, and she gulped loudly as she swallowed it. I was even louder in my throes of passion. To cover our bliss, Melanie got up, making as much noise as possible, opened an overhead compartment, and made a show of pulling down her bag. I hoped she could keep the others at bay with this charade, because my cock was still pumping spurt after spurt of hot, thick sperm into Alana's mouth, and it gave no signs of reaching empty. 

I continued to grunt. Alana continued to moan on my dick and jerked it rapidly with a wet slapping sound. This seemed to go on for minutes until I finally felt that I had run dry, and Alana had swallowed the last drop.

She pulled away from my dick, and not a moment too soon, as one of the stewards was coming back to help Melanie. Alana sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and tried to compose herself. Her chest was heaving, her nipples poked through her shirt like bullets, and her hair was a mess, so there wasn't much she could do before he reached us, but she managed to pull it off. I just threw a blanket over my exposed, slowly deflating cock and pretended to be asleep. The steward never suspected a thing.

Oh, and by the way. Never use the blankets on airliners. Friendly tip.

Melanie went back to her original seat, but once the steward had left to the front again, she whispered to us between the seats.

"I'm sorry if I was pushy," she said. "But you two needed that. I hope you realize it soon if you don't already."

Neither of us said a thing. I still pretended to sleep. Alana just sat there, no doubt contemplating everything that had just happened.

"You two should be enjoying yourselves," Melanie said. "There's no sense in holding back."

Still silent. I didn't know how or where to go from here. I was excited, nervous, happy and terrified. Surely Alana felt the same.

"Alana," Melanie said. "Gavin. Are you two going to be all right?"

I was so relieved to see Alana respond first, with a nod and a smile. It was a nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. I nodded as well.

"Good." Then, "Gavin?"

"Yeah," I managed to reply.

"You owe Alana two orgasms. One from me. One from you. Got it?"

"Got it." I smiled, but I hid the smile from Alana. I wasn't sure what she thought of this whole thing. Maybe it was a one time, spur-of-the-moment deal for her. I hoped not, but I had to respect that possibility. And if that was the case, I didn't want her to know how I eager I was to return her favor.

The steward came on the intercom shortly after, announcing that we would be beginning our descent shortly. We would arrive in Las Vegas on time at 3:48am. The temperature was a cool 81 degrees.

"Alana?" came Melanie's voice again. "How did Gavin's cum taste?"

Alana didn't answer right away. But when she did, she didn't speak. She just smiled and rubbed her tummy. 

"Mmmmmmmm."