3 comments/ 23372 views/ 0 favorites Merry By: pinkcalalilly I wasn't looking forward to the new task I had been assigned at work. We'd been given a new client and I'd heard through the grapevine that she wasn't easy to deal with, and lucky me, I had her and the new project dumped into my lap. I waited in my office for Nick to ring, letting me know she had arrived. Finally 9:30 came and the phone rang; I asked Nick to show her into my office. I knew how important this client was to the firm and I knew first impressions were everything. I stood up as I watched my door slowly open. There she was, the reason for all this nervous energy I'd been harboring all morning long. I walked toward her and she politely held out her hand and introduced herself. "I'm Merry Smith and I assume you're Cheryl Parker." She was all business and got straight to the points she wanted me to grasp. She was quick to point out that we would be spending a lot of time together and that she hoped my family didn't mind the long hours that would be required to get the work accomplished. I let her know right away that I was single and lived alone, and that my closest family lived several states away. I assured her that I was fully prepared for the task ahead. She seemed relieved, and over the next few weeks I understood just how serious Merry was about her job. I'm obsessive about my work but Merry was like no one I had ever worked with before. Despite all her obsessions about her work, we actually became pretty good friends. Gradually, we stopped talking only about work, and opened up our personal lives a bit to each other. Merry was just getting over a break up with her partner of several years, a woman who had finally decided that she was sick of Merry being gone for months at a stretch for her job. When Merry told me this, I was a bit surprised, because Merry had not struck me as being gay. Finally, one Friday night, we were finishing up the day with Chinese take-out, and I remarked how sick I was of eating take-out food, and how I was looking forward to being able to cook a good meal at home the next night. Merry agreed that take-out food got really old after awhile, but she said you should try it from her viewpoint. She sometimes went two or three months without anything but restaurant food. "Tell you what. Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow night, and I will do my best to give you a dinner you won't forget for awhile." Merry thought that was simply a wonderful idea, so I wrote up very precise instructions on how to get to my condo, and insisted that she not worry about bringing anything. I decided on Coq a Vin, fresh asparagus cooked just enough to be al dente, and a berry pie. I had everything ready to go, and was just putting the pie in the oven when the phone rang. It was Merry, and she was completely lost. Apparently Merry, despite all her other sterling qualities, was navigationally challenged. She couldn't read a map for the life of her, and although my instructions had been precise, she had to go out of the way because of an accident, and gotten herself completely turned around. I found out where she was, and laughed when she told me. "You're only about ten blocks from here. Go back on Main until you get to 23rd Street, turn right, go another three or four blocks until you get to Valley Vista Drive, turn left, and you will see the condos on your left about half way down the block on the right. See you in a few minutes." I have no idea why the street is called Valley Vista Drive. There isn't a valley anywhere near here, but the developers must have wanted to make it sound exotic. I finished putting the pie in the oven, and had everything ready to cook. All I had to do was put it together, which wasn't going to take more than 30 minutes or so to have on the table. I opened a bottle of Merlot to let it breath a bit, and by the time I had finished that, the doorbell rang and Merry was there with a bottle of wine, and a bunch of flowers. When I looked at the wine, and smiled and told Merry that we must be on the same track, it was exactly the same wine I had just opened for dinner. We had a drink while I got dinner cooked, standing in the kitchen talking and laughing like we had been friends forever. Dinner was wonderful, and even though my attention had been split between the dinner and Merry, everything came out wonderfully. We opened the second bottle of wine, and had worked our way through a good portion of that when we started dessert. Merry was talking animatedly, waving her hands around, then picked up her wine glass to sip from it. The base of the wine glass caught on the dessert plate, flipping the dessert plate over into her lap, and spilling the wine down her white blouse and into her lap to mingle with the berry pie. Fortunately, my floor in the eating area is wood parquet, so no damage was done there, but Merry's clothes were a complete mess. "Oh, shit. These are brand new, and the wine isn't going to come out of these. Christ, the pants look like I had worst period anyone has ever had." "Quick Merry, get those clothes off, and let's get them in the washer so they don't stain. I'll get you a robe or something." Merry stepped into the kitchen and took the blouse and slacks off, and it was obvious that the wine had gone through the outer material, and had soaked her bra and panties as well. She stripped, and I took the clothes and dumped them all into my washer and started filling it. I glanced over at Merry, and she still had wine on her breasts and running down her stomach and legs. Merry was rubbing at the wine with a dishtowel, but it was still leaving sticky streaks. "And let's get you into a shower. That is going to be sticky and yucky in a few minutes." Merry agreed, and I got her into my shower, laid out a towel for her, and got her my robe. Merry is a bit taller than I am, but my chest is considerably larger than hers, primarily because my breasts are much larger. While Merry took a quick shower, I went back to the washer, dumped in some bleach, then went back and cleaned up the table and floor. I also opened another bottle of wine and gave Merry a fresh glass and another piece of pie. Merry came back out, the robe being a bit short for her, but it certainly showed off her legs. Merry apologized profusely, and I just waved the apology away. "Don't worry about it, it only took a few minutes to clean up. I just hope your clothes aren't ruined." We talked a bit more, and Merry finally settled down, and ate her dessert. I guess it was all the wine, but I had been curious for years about sex between women. I had seen porn movies on the Internet featuring two women, but I had never had sex with a woman, and was curious. "Merry, can I ask you a personal question." "Sure, I won't promise to answer it, but go ahead." I blushed, I am sure, because I could feel my face heating up. "What is the difference between sex with a man, and sex with a woman?" Merry stopped with her wine glass halfway to her mouth. She looked at me silently for a minute or two, then replied. "I'm not sure I can answer that. I've only had sex with a man on a couple of occasions, and both of them were very unpleasant. Well, not unpleasant, but let's say unfulfilling, all puns aside." She was quiet for a few more minutes, then: "If you would like, I could show you what sex with a woman is like." It was my turn to be silent. I had always wondered about it, but never dared to approach anyone about trying it. By now, I am sure I was beet red, and was really at a loss for words. Finally, unable to really look Merry in the eye, I mumbled something about how that would be nice to try. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said." I could feel my pussy moistening as I answered a bit louder. "I think I would like to try that." Merry smiled and stood up, coming around the table to lean down and raise my chin with her hand as she kissed me. It didn't seem any different than a man, except that her lips were softer, and when she kissed me again, my mouth opened a bit, and her tongue darted in for an instant, then again. Merry stepped back a bit. "Still interested?" I just nodded. Merry held out her hand, and helped me to my feet, then loosened the tie on her robe, letting it fall open. Merry moved closer to me, kissed me again, then her mouth moved down to my neck and ears, nibbling softly, then finally back to my mouth, her tongue exploring my mouth. I sucked on her tongue a bit, then when she withdrew it, sent my own tongue into her mouth. We finally broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. "Let's go find your bed." I led the way, and when we got there, Merry had already stripped her robe off, and she tossed it onto the floor at the foot of the bed, took me in her arms and kissed me again. This time as she broke away, her hands came to my blouse, unbuttoning it, then sliding it off my shoulders to join the robe on the floor. My bra, skirt and panties followed shortly afterward, and we were pressed together, her nipples pressing into my breasts, her pubic hair pressing against my shaved mound. Without a word, I turned to the bed, flipped the covers down, and lay down, Merry following me. We lay together, our bodies intertwined, as Merry kissed me, than let her mouth start to slowly drift downward on my body. She suckled each of my breasts, then moved back up to kiss me again. Her hand took mine, and she placed it on her breast, and I cupped it, rolling the nipple between my thumb and finger. It was my turn now, and I moved down, taking first one nipple, then the other in my mouth, suckling like she had done. Merry was making little noises as I did so, finally pushing me over on my back, and kneeling by my head. She started kissing her way down my body, making sure that her nipples were dragging along my body as she did, until she came to my pussy. She breathed on my pussy, then her fingers were opening me, making me completely open to her mouth and tongue. She pleasured me for a minute or two, then straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my face, obviously expecting me to do the same to her that she was doing to me. I don't know why I was hesitant, but it took me a moment before I could bring myself to send my tongue licking up between her pussy lips. I found that the smell and taste was similar to mine when I masturbated, then smelled or tasted my fingers afterward. The taste of Merry was so sexy to me, so forbidden. I was doing something that my family would have completely disapproved of, but it felt so nice and so naughty that I almost came just from the thought of what I was doing. I came, with my tongue stuck into Merry's pussy. I came again while I was sucking on Merry's clit. Then I came a third time as Merry came, although Merry actually squirted into my mouth when she came. I don't know if I did the same, but it sure felt wonderful. We had sex several times more that night, each time different, but oh so satisfying. By the time we finally drifted off to sleep, I guessed that each of us had come at least six or seven times. When I woke up in the morning, I could smell and taste Merry's dried juices on my lips when I licked my lips. Merry could too, apparently, because when she woke up a little after I did, she kissed me, and murmured that I smelled like she had had a good time the night before. For the rest of Merry's stay in town, we got together every weekend for a weekend of just pure sex. I wasn't really willing to give up men for Merry, and she didn't ask me to, but the weekends were pure heaven. The only thing that I missed was the taste of semen. Merry and I both had toys, and we experimented with them, or at least I did, Merry was experienced in using them. The biggest difference I found between sex with a man and a woman, was that the wet spot on the bed wasn't as big, and a woman wasn't as likely to just roll over and go to sleep. In fact a woman was much more likely to just want more. I know I certainly did. Merry Meredith was a cheerleader and quite a good one. She was eighteen, dark hair, brown eyes and a sensational figure. She was quite the draw at the games. She was known as Merry to all and sundry, and the name fitted her well. She always seemed to be in a happy mood. What puzzled me, and most other people, was how a girl so pretty and so popular also be so naïve and innocent. It wasn't an act. She was genuinely naïve and innocent. I've seen boys trying to come on to her. Subtle innuendo flies straight past her without registering. Those boys who have persevered and gone on to more blatant innuendo found that the smuttiest of hints just left her confused, not fully understanding what they were getting at. Some boys took this as a challenge and kept trying, but even the horniest man yields when he finds himself faced with invincible ignorance. For some reason Merry had never made the connection that sex applied to her as well as to others. Nowadays she tended to go her way undisturbed. This doesn't mean that she's dateless. It just means that the guys she dates know that they are automatically friend-zoned. The cheerleaders were currently running a practice session. I was casually watching them from the first aid room. I wasn't exactly perving on them, just enjoying watching nubile young ladies go through their routines. They were the only reason I was there. I was the current first aid attendant if anything went wrong. I winced when something did go rather spectacularly wrong. The girls were doing a pyramid and it collapsed. It actually collapsed a couple of times but this collapse was something special. Merry was at the top of the pyramid and when she came down she came down hard, straddling someone's knee. A boot to the balls is instant agony for any man. Women aren't that different. The genitals are a very sensitive area and that knee appeared to crush Merry's genitals quite nicely. She was definitely in some pain. A couple of the girls helped Merry inside and brought her to the little clinic. They were giggling their heads off at what had happened. I asked them to stay while I checked out Merry but they wouldn't be in it, wanting to get back to the practice. "She'll be fine," one of the girls said. "She was just winded. We only brought her in here because that's what the rules say. She just needs to rest for a while." With that the two girls bolted. Now it should be obvious to blind Freddy that I couldn't do an examination of a young lady's genitals to see if they've been damaged or not. I needed a nurse or a qualified doctor to do that. Not a first aid attendant who's good for patching scrapes, and knows how to yell for help if it's anything more than that. Merry wasn't as smart as blind Freddy, and a lot more innocent. "It hurts," she told me, waving a hand in the general area of her pussy. "Can't you do something?" "Not without checking out the injury," I pointed out. "Would you like me to take you to see the doctor?" "I don't think it's that bad," she protested. "I'm sure I'm only bruised. Can't you check it out?" "It's not considered proper for me to be checking more personal injuries," I told her. "You really need to see the doctor for that." "Why isn't it proper? You've had first aid training. That's why you're here. Just check it out and see if I'm hurt." This is Merry, I told myself. She is a naïve idiot. Don't do this. Merry was currently lying on the examination couch with me standing next to her. I shrugged and lifted up her short skirt. "I have your permission to take these down?" I asked, hooking a finger under the waist of her panties. "Yes, yes, whatever," she grumbled, waving at me to stop stalling and get on with it. Telling myself that, of the two of us, I was the bigger idiot, I lowered her panties. Merry didn't bat an eye, just lay there, waiting for me to check her out. I was checking her out all right. Two things I noticed right away. The first was that she shaved, which rather surprised me. The second thing was a clearly defined red mark where that knee had landed. Not on her genitals, as I feared, but high up on her inside thigh. She was going to have a very nice bruise there. You might think that, with the mark being on her inner thigh, I should have noticed that without the removal of panties. I had. I wasn't blind. I still had to check that there was no damage higher up, thus the panty removal. One must be thorough in one's examination. So, with the only damage appearing to be a bruise to the inner thigh all I had to do was give Merry a slap on the bottom and send her on her way. "You've got some light bruising here," I told her, placing my hand on her pussy. "It's not dangerous and should fade away without any problems. If it's currently painful, I can give you a minor massage to help ease it." I had no doubt that the bruise was rather painful. I also had no doubt that the proper massage would stop her thinking about it. Still, I really expected her to reject the offered massage. "Um, I think I'd like the massage if it's not too much trouble," Merry said, looking at me with wide innocent eyes. She couldn't be that naïve, I told myself. No-one could be. I started massaging anyway, rubbing her pussy firmly, going across her mons and around, rubbing along her labia. From the startled look on Merry's face I had to admit that, yes, someone could be that naïve. I rubbed her firmly, getting a reaction from her pussy. I could see her lips fattening, spreading slightly, enjoying the attention. Her breathing deepened as the massage continued. From the nubs that appeared on her top, her nipples were erect. "Does that feel better," I asked, "or would you prefer me to stop?" "No," she muttered, "that feels fine. It makes me feel, um, relaxed." Somehow, I don't think it was relaxed that she was feeling. I know it wasn't relaxed that I was feeling. Still, never let it be said that I disappointed a patient. I continued my massage, and Merry continued breathing hard, while her lips puffed up a little more, spreading, her external lips starting to beckon to me. "Meredith," I said softly, "If you're going to get any more benefit from this massage I'm going to have to change the way it is being done. Stand on the floor and lean over the table." She seemed slight bemused and bewildered as she did as she was told, bending forward over the table, presenting herself to me. "Now, Meredith," I said, starting to rub her labia again, coaxing them further apart. "To do this properly I'm going to have to rub slightly deeper. It will be a lot nearer the bruised area so it may hurt a little at the start. Just bear with it and you'll find it gets better. OK?" She nodded. Was she a totally naïve idiot or a cunning seductress? Did I care? In all honesty, no. My erection was almost tearing a hole in my trousers, it was that ready. I eased her lips apart and lined myself up. A gentle push and I was moving into her. She didn't even tense up, meekly accepting what was happening. A slightly harder push and she gave a small squeak of pain. "Sorry," I murmured. "I did warn you it might hurt a little. It should start to feel better now." I continued to press forward. She was nicely primed, her passage, while tight, was hot and wet and willing to yield, clinging to me as I passed. Firmly inside her, I started to take her. I pulled back and thrust gently back into place, a nice easy massage to start with. After a few moments I could feel her responding, pushing back to meet me. "Does that feel good?" I asked. "Uh, yes, good," she mumbled, pressing harder against me. For a while I continued those gentle strokes that I'd started with, but found Merry was getting impatient. She was pushing harder against me as I slid into place, wanting more. "Um, good, harder, please," she said, and I was willing to oblige. I drove into her harder and faster, feeling her respond nicely. Her bottom lifted in time to my thrusts, an entertainment in its own right. It was unfortunate that I was only giving her a massage. I wouldn't have minded giving that bottom a few light spanks to gee her up. Merry was giving little grunts of effort as she pushed back to take me, her excitement plain in her voice. I stepped up the pace a little more, hearing her grunts getting a little shriller, a little more desperate. I dragged it out as long as possible, but I could tell Merry was hovering on the edge of a climax. If I didn't do something she'd be going off without me. I started hitting still harder, faster, encouraging her to lose herself in what was happening. She didn't need much encouragement. She gave a small shriek and climaxed, taking my load along with her as she shivered and shook. I zipped up quickly before grabbing some wet wipes and carefully wiping her down. "There was a little blood there," I told her, which was quite correct. "It's not a sign of anything major. I think you'll find that you're a lot better now. You'll feel even better after a quick shower. I wouldn't go out and join the practice again tonight." She was certainly feeling no pain, nasty bruise or not. She was practically glowing. She thanked me for my assistance, hastening to say she'd take my advice and have a shower. First in, she could get a decent shower before the other girls returned from practice. She was nearly dancing as she scooted off to the change-room. - - - There was another cheerleader practice the next afternoon. I was in the small first aid room in case I was needed, reading to fill in some time. The practice hadn't started yet so there was no interesting scenery to watch. Meredith came into the room, looking like a very pretty thundercloud, complete with lightning bolts. They were flashing in her eyes and I suspected that she wanted them to hit me and frazzle me. "You. . You. ." was all she could say to start with. "Um, do you have a problem, Merry,"" I asked, helpfully. All consideration, that's me. She did a quick look around to make sure there was no-one else around and then she turned on me. "You fucked me yesterday," she said, in the nearest she could get to a snarl. "Don't try and deny it. I know you did." "Oh? What makes you think that?" It had taken her this long to work it out? She really had to be kidding me. "Jenny was talking about what her boyfriend was doing to her last night. Some of the things she said made me think of what you were did. I'm not dumb. It was easy to work out what had happened. I couldn't believe you could be so perfidious. You're a medical man. Where are your ethics?" "Actually, I'm a first-aider," I pointed out. "By profession I intend to be a systems analyst. Currently, I'm also a final year student. Ah, I don't think men have ethics where sex is concerned. What's the problem, anyway? You were there when it happened and you didn't have any objections then." She was dancing on the spot she was so agitated. "But I didn't know what you were doing. I'd never have let you if I'd known." I couldn't believe this. How could she have not known? I asked her. "How could you possibly have not known? It would have been explained in sex education. Surely your mother would have told you the basics. You let me pull down your panties and start rubbing your pussy!" She started looking slightly shifty, not looking directly at me. Not answering me, either. "Well?" I demanded. "Um, my mother would let me attend sex education class," she mumbled. "She said my husband would explain all that I needed to know when I got married." Face-palm time. "Weren't you even curious about that sort of thing?" "Not really. I thought I'd get to know about it when I needed to. I wasn't expecting a doctor to be so scurrilous as to take such an unfair advantage of me. This is all your fault." "Not my fault," I denied. "You only had to say no. I am not to blame for your ignorance. And I'm not a doctor." "But you fucked me. You took my virginity. What am I supposed to do now?" "That's up to you. Apart from you, no-one knows. Unless you want to and tell people about it." She looked appalled at the idea of telling anyone. "But what do I do if a man tries to have sex in the future?" "Again, that's up to you. You either say no thanks, or yes please. Your choice depends on how well you like the man." Poor Merry looked a little devastated, not sure what to do. She was certain she had a legitimate complaint but didn't know what to do about it. I decided to help her out. I stepped past her and closed and locked the door. "Look, Merry, I'll give you a lesson regarding sex. It'll give you some idea of what men will want from you. Whether they actually get it is strictly up to you. Do you remember how we started off yesterday?" She nodded. "I guess that would be when you took my panties off," she said, blushing. "Right, so let's go from there." I calmly lifted her dress and lowered her panties again. This time she looked shocked but didn't try to stop me. "Now I started rubbing you like this," I said, demonstrating. "I'm doing this to help arouse you, letting your pussy know that serious attention is coming its way. How does it feel when I do this? As good as yesterday?" Blushing, she nodded. "It's supposed to feel good. The idea is that you need to stop a man from doing it before he gets this far. To do that, keep your panties on. Do you know what a man will do if he can't get your panties off?" Seeing her shake her head I moved my hand upwards and lifted up her top. Acting as though what I was doing was perfectly reasonable I helped her take it right off. "He's going to take off your top, if he can, and undo your bra." I suited my actions to my words, unhooking her bra and coaxing it off her. "He's doing this because he wants to touch your breasts. See how sensitive they feel? Not as intense as when I rub your pussy, but it stills feels good. Men know that this will excite you and make you more amenable to touching in other places." I stroked her breasts, teasing the nipples, watching them swell and stiffen. Merry was already breathing hard, but was a lot more nervous than yesterday. I kept on stroking, softly talking all the time. She gasped when I bend down and softly suckled each nipple, and didn't let out even a peep when my hands dropped below and started stroking her mound again. "Sooner or later," I murmured, "your boyfriend is going to want you to touch him. What are you going to do?" I unzipped and let my erection out. Merry gasped, staring at it. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked, sounding nervous. "More to the point, what are you going to do with it?" "Me?" "Yes, you. Are you going to ignore it, slap it away, or touch it?" "Slap it?" "It's an option you might like to consider. Preferably in the future, not right now. If you slap a man's erection hard it will cringe and collapse. The man will get the message. Ignoring it won't make it go away. Touching it will encourage him. Why don't you feel it and see what it's like." "Um, I don't think so," she muttered. "That's OK. Another time," I said softly. "What I will do is show you how a man uses it. You felt it last night. Now you can get to see how it goes in." "What?" "Mm. Just watch and I'll show you how it slides in. You'll be able to see what you only felt last night." Merry just froze in place, staring at my erection. I had her backed up against the table, leaning back, and she could see where I was going. I reached down and pressed my erection against her, leaning into her. Her lips slipped to either side of my erection, letting it past. "Oh my god," Merry muttered to herself, and kept on repeating it as my cock slowly pushed in. Then I was in, holding myself firmly against her. "Do you know what happens now?" She nodded slowly. "Massage?" she said, biting her lip, but also looking expectant. "Riiight," I drawled, starting to rock. She knew all right. She was pressing towards me as soon as I started moving. She was hot and eager, no matter what her initial intentions had been when she came in. In no time flat she was giving enthusiastic little squeaks, pushing eagerly against me. I didn't need to go slowly and carefully this time. I hit my stride with a few strokes, Merry proving quite capable of staying with me. I settled down for some enthusiastic sword play. For someone who was supposed to be just learning the bare facts about sex Merry was proving an eager student. She was banging me just as hard as I was taking her, but a lot more vocally. Not that her vocals were expressed in words, as such, but there was definitely a lot of noisy grunts and groans and gasps. About the only thing she said that made sense was, "Oh god, yes." I was assuming that that was a sign of approval. I won't say I took my time, but I did manage to prolong our little session for a while, building on her excited arousal the whole time. My own excited arousal was well and truly evident; I'm sure my cock was growing harder and bigger with every stroke. There came a time when I was going to have to do something before my cock split from internal pressure. Deciding that Merry was capable of handling what I had, and more than ready to finish off, I let loose, driving in hard in an attempt to relieve my stress. It only took me a few strokes to reach that point, and then my cock was frantically jerking as I came, spraying her with my seed. Merry rode along with me, her climax taking her hard, leaving her clinging to me, shuddering with the force of it. I saw what had happened was starting to dawn on Merry. She'd come in to complain about my taking advantage of her and had wound up in the same situation. I decided I'd better get in first. "It seems to me, Merry, that your education is sadly lacking in some areas. You may find that you're reluctant to discuss matters sexual with your parents, and I know you wouldn't want your friends to think that you're a little naïve over these things. This is just a suggestion, but why not come and see me after each cheerleader practice. I can explain anything you're worried about and I should be able to help you familiarise yourself with sex. You don't have to, but I am quite willing to help you." She bit her lip, confused. Had I taken advantage of her or not? Was I really trying to help her or not? "Um, you don't have to decide anything right now, but you might like to get dressed. People may require some first aid and they'll be coming here. Go and join the practice and think about it. I'll be available." Damn right I'll be available. She was a real sweetheart and I'd have no objections whatsoever to teaching her about matters sexual. I smiled and smiled as she slowly dressed, seeing her out the door. She walked slowly away. I wondered what the outcome would be. Merry Adventures of Puck No. 01 He glanced out in the crowd of nude bodies. There was a wink from Mrs. Mulligan and wiggle of her girls. He disliked how she had started to openly flirt with him this last month. For a moment he thought he saw a little creature smiling at the door, but at second glance he saw nothing. Overall he smiled. "Today is a good day," he said aloud. "Well, of course sheriff," the new Mary Thomas giggled. "It's Nude Day." "Yes," he said purely and earnestly. "It is." And the necessary celebration began and continued as tradition and holiday. And that dear readers, is the real end.