0 comments/ 30766 views/ 4 favorites From Virgin to Vixen By: er0tic_writer CHAPTER ONE “Look Mike. I'm telling you for the last time. We're through. I don't want you to call me at home and I certainly don't want you to call me at work," Melissa growled down the phone at her ex-boyfriend. Suddenly as he shouted back, her eyes rounded. "You bastard! How dare you call me that. Just because you can't wait. You've no right. You bast..." Her last word was cut off as she hung up, trying to control her emotions as she turned to attend to a customer. It was February 12th, two days away from Valentine's Day and Ian was still single. For as long he could remember, his New Year's resolution had always been to find a girlfriend. He felt he was a wonderful person on the inside, but his shyness and lack of jaw-dropping looks meant he was rarely in a situation for girls to get to know him. Socially he usually only went out to nightclubs, where appearance was all a woman desired. At work, all the girls were spoken for and seemingly happy. The only place he had the admiration of the opposite sex was on the internet, where the majority of females adored his charm and erotic writing skills, even when they knew what he looked like. The only problem here was that all of them were married, had boyfriends or lived on the other side of the world! Now, in front of him in the confectionery store was the young, beautiful lady who Ian had been admiring and dreaming about for some time. He did not want to take advantage of her vulnerability but it had taken him too long to pluck up the courage to back out now. He looked at her identification tag and thought, "Melissa, what a wonderful name." He took a deep breath and began to ask his question, the words tumbling out of him as fast as an auctioneer. "Um, there's a karaoke night on at the local pub tonight and I thought, well singing is a good way to get your emotions out and we can sit somewhere quiet and talk and I was wondering if you would like to go with me?" Melissa smiled at Ian’s brave attempt to overcome his shyness. He seemed nice enough but she wasn’t very attracted to him. Ian turned instinctively when the shop door opened then looked anxiously at Melissa's face, reading her body language, certain he was about to here the now infamous 'You sound like a really nice guy but you're not my type' speech. Indeed that was her intended reply, but unbeknownst to Ian the man who had just walked in was Mike. Melissa was torn - on the one hand she was reluctant to accept a date from a complete stranger but on the other she thought it might finally get the message across to Mike. Clearly within Mike's earshot, Melissa answered Ian's question. "Yes I'd love to go out with you tonight," she replied, getting a pen and a piece of paper. "Here's my phone number. I leave work at five so give me a call around six to arrange a time to meet." Ian ran out the door, desperate to find a quiet space in which he could explode and voice his amazed pleasure that a girl had finally said that wonderful three letter word - 'Yes'! His state of euphoria was cut short by a car horn pressed by an irate driver he had just walked in front of. Ian blushed heavily and carried on walking, starting to calm down and remind himself that this was his first date. What was he going to do? What was he going to wear? How was he going to act? These pessimistic thoughts sobered him up, but deep inside his elation could not be qualmed. Back in the store, Mike stormed over to Melissa and sneered, "Well, you didn't waste any time did you? Already found some other poor sap to string along. I should tell him why you really agreed to go on a date." "Grow up Mike. Don't flatter yourself," said Melissa emotionally but unconvincingly. "I've only just met him and I already know he's ten times the man you'll ever be. Breaking up with you was the best thing I've ever done. You're just pissed because you know no-one else will put up with your shit." Melissa normally frowned on swearing but she was so worked up over Mike's hold over her. She loathed him, and had no intention of going back into the demoralising relationship she had escaped from, but she also hated being single. She loved being wanted and needed emotionally but was not ready for a close physical relationship, which Mike constantly tried forcing her into. He was impatient and quite heavy-handed, giving Melissa no doubt that if she lost her virginity to him it would definitely hurt and maybe put her off sex for life. After he had drunkenly groped her in a nightclub, she had finally decided that no boyfriend was better than one that couldn't take 'no' for an answer but was having difficulty finding the strength to back up her convictions. Mike responded to Melissa's insult by reaching over the counter, roughly grabbing her arm. "You really think I give a damn what a prick-teasing slut like you thinks?" he raged, pulling her arm, the friction of his hand burning her skin. "Let me go!" yelled Melissa, the tears welling up inside her as she fought them back, determined not to let Mike see her cry. "You heard her. Let her go!" a voice echoed from behind him. It was Amanda, Melissa's friend and colleague, returning from lunch. "You'll keep," said Mike, retreating out of the shop. He knew Amanda had a boyfriend in the army and didn't want to risk upsetting her as well. With Mike gone, Amanda got behind the counter and Melissa collapsed in her arms, the tears flowing freely. "It's okay Mel," Amanda reassured her. "It's okay." Amanda stroked Melissa's back, the perspiration caused by the confrontation making her blouse stick to her toned body. "What am I going to do?" Melissa sobbed. "I've arranged to go out on a date with this guy that came in the shop. I wasn't going to accept but then Mike walked in and I just had to get at him." "Well what's this guy like?" Amanda asked. "He’s a bit plain but he seems a nice person. He’s really shy and it took a lot for him to ask me out so I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings, but I'm just not interested in another relationship so soon," Melissa replied. "Tell you what. Why don't I come along too?" Amanda suggested. "Not at the start. I'll just walk in shortly after and you can invite me to join you. If he's so nice he won't mind and with me there he probably wouldn't try and get too friendly." "You're right. I think he'd have a hard enough time getting the courage to make a pass at me even if we were alone," Melissa agreed. "Anyway, let's forget about it for now and hope this afternoon is busier." CHAPTER TWO Ian wrapped the telephone cord around his finger, nervously waiting for Melissa to answer. He'd been on edge all afternoon and had only just managed to eat something for dinner. Suddenly, the ringing stopped. "Hello," Melissa answered. "Um. Hi, it's Ian." "Who?" Ian realised he hadn't actually introduced himself before. "From the shop," he filled her in. "Oh, hi there," Melissa replied, trying to sound excited. She was still a little apprehensive about the date, but couldn’t bring herself to let Ian down. Besides, she had to prove Mike wrong, that not all men were as impatient as him and she thought Ian was the right person to demonstrate. "Er, what time do you want to meet up shall I pick you up or do you want to meet at the pub?" Ian asked, the speed in his voice highlighting his nerves again. "Well I don't live far from the pub so shall we meet there about eight?" "That sounds great," Ian said, gaining his composure. "I'd probably get lost finding your house anyway. I have a distinct lack of direction." Melissa giggled. Well he could certainly make her laugh, something she hadn't done for a long time. Maybe he wasn't that attractive but they could still be friends she thought. "See you then," she said, putting the phone down. Ian smiled as he replaced his receiver, but then started to panic. What was he going to wear? How much aftershave should he put on? What songs was he going to sing at the karaoke? What were they going to talk about before his five minutes of fame occurred? What... Suddenly he snapped himself out of his worried state and thought, "Just be yourself. No flashy clothes, no drowning in perfume and definitely no attempting to sing a love song!" With that he lounged back in his chair and switched on the television, flicking through the channels to pass time before he got ready. ___ "We're meeting up at eight, so try to be there as soon after that as possible," Melissa emphasised to Amanda over the phone, fiddling with her white blouse cuffs and undoing the buttons. "Don't stress about it so much," Amanda said. "Remember, you're worried that you'll hurt him not the other way around." Amanda was right. She didn't see Ian as a threat, in fact there was something about him that she felt like mothering, keeping safe, and definitely not wanting to be the one who hurt him. She walked up the stairs and started to run a shower. Melissa unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, tracing her fingernails down the middle of her chest as she did so. Emotionally, she knew she had yet to meet the right man to take her virginity, but physically her hormones raged. The sound of running water really turned her on and she leant her head back, closing her eyes, trying to heighten her other senses. As her cuffs were undone, the loose fitting garment fell off her wrists and she moved onto her skirt, fumbling with the button then letting it drop. Her hands moved up her chest, her fingers stretching, lightly brushing her midriff before she cupped her breasts through her bra, her nipples fighting against the fabric as they hardened. She reached behind and unhooked her bra with one hand, leaving the other to catch a falling breast as she threw it to the floor. She stroked the side of the breast with four fingers, leaving the thumb to rub and circle the nipple. Her other hand slipped into the hem of her panties but she had difficulty pushing them down past her knees. Caught up in the rise of her pleasure, she did not want to stop the caressing of her breast and she balanced on one leg, using her other foot to drag the underwear to the ground. Completely naked, she stepped into the shower. Melissa let out a relaxed sigh as the warm water sprayed her face. Reaching for some shower gel she lathered it in her hands and ran them through her long light brown hair, massaging it into her scalp with her fingers. Her hands wandered over her shoulders and rested on her upper chest briefly, the remainder of the soap being rinsed over her breasts, small droplets of the clouded water dripping from her nipples. Trailing her hands down her chest, her index fingers touched together and fell into her navel, separating and moving upwards in semicircles before gliding down again and veering off diagonally, all her fingers now brushing over her thighs, her thumbs stretching dangerously close to the heat of her quim. Her hands spiralled behind her legs and brushed back up her thighs, cupping her petite buttocks in her hands and squeezing gently. Her mind was no longer on the natural purpose of the shower and she took its detachable head and held it close to her loins, the fast spray of water vigorously stirring her clit. As her passion ignited, she almost dropped the attachment completely in order to satisfy her lust, but her moment of self-gratification was interrupted by a knock at the door. Melissa wrapped a towel around her top and walked into her bedroom, the window of which was above the front door. She opened it and peered out. Nothing. "Damn kids," she muttered and closed the window again. She dried herself with the towel and dressed, choosing some loose fitting jeans and a woollen sweater. She figured the less of her body she flaunted the less chance there was of Ian liking her too much. "Good, she hasn't left yet," a dark shadow mumbled to itself from the bushes outside her house, "I'll show her." CHAPTER THREE Melissa walked through the alley between her house and the town centre. There was a cool breeze but the chill running down her spine was caused by an overpowering sense that she was being followed. She glanced behind her and was certain she saw a figure dart behind a wall on the chicane like path. She sped up and was relieved when the lights of the town came into full view and she stepped into the safety of the busy street. "Mel!" a voice whispered loudly as Melissa approached the pub. She turned round startled, but was relieved to see Amanda appear from a taxi. "I'm a bit early. When do you want me to make my entrance?" "Well we might as well go in together," Melissa replied, glad that she didn't have to face Ian on her own. They walked into the pub, which despite the popular karaoke night was surprisingly quiet. Ian was sitting at a table just around the corner, finishing a bottle of alcopop and nervously scratching at the label. He saw Melissa and called her, standing up as she walked towards him. He had no idea why he stood up as although he was the epitome of politeness, they were in a pub not a posh restaurant and he felt rather stupid. "Hi, Ian," Melissa greeted. "I just met my friend Amanda outside. You don't mind if she joins us do you?" "Of course not," Ian said, lying at first but then taking in fully the two beauties before him. Melissa was about an inch shorter than Ian. She had long toffee coloured hair that trailed down her back. Her tanned oval face was free of cosmetics, as her natural beauty needed no enhancement. Her thin lips stretched into a warm smile and above her small perfect nose, which would be the envy of supermodels, lay a pair of baby-blue eyes. Ian also noticed the unrevealing clothes Melissa was wearing and started imagining her in a wedding dress again. He admired girls who did not have to dress sexily to emit their aura of attraction and Melissa was well on the way to obtaining a permanent place in his heart. His heart had no control over his hormones though, and they were certainly impressed with Amanda. She was a couple of inches shorter than Melissa, but as she had a smaller torso, she had long creamy legs, which Ian could see were waxed as his eyes followed them up to just below her thighs where her skirt ended. Her skirt was hot pink and clung so tightly to her toned bottom that even an extra ounce of weight would have caused the seam to tear. Her midriff exposing halter-top was even less subtle, her large breasts straining against it like water against a weakening dam. She had full rosy lips and dark green eyes, contrasting with her dyed red hair which looked like a firework explosion with it's volume and curls. Ian snapped out of his trance when the girls sat down, leaving him standing on his own like a lemming. He recovered by asking, "What would you ladies like to drink?" "Um... Vodka and orange, please," Melissa answered. "Same 'ere," piped Amanda. "But make mine a double." Ian picked up his empty bottle and walked to the bar. "I see what you mean Mel. He's not a great looker," said Amanda, out of Ian's earshot but not really trying to quieten what she was saying. "But he's generous. And I haven't been called a lady for a while!" "Yeah," agreed Melissa. "And he's really sweet. Did you see the way he stood up for us when we came in?" "You sound like you're changing your mind. D'ya want me to leave you to it?" joked Amanda. Melissa thought for a moment. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was ready to fall for someone else. No, she needed time alone, just to prove she could stand it, that she wouldn't let herself get in to an abusive relationship again just for the sake of having someone there. "No, don't go," she firmly instructed Amanda. "Men always try to make a good first impression." Amanda was not impressed at the tone of Melissa's voice. She was doing her a favour after all. Melissa saw Ian struggling with the three drinks at the far end of the bar and went over to help him. Taking the opportunity, Amanda mischievously scrawled on one of the karaoke song slips and handed it to the compere, who was walking past after coming from the bar himself. Her timing could not have been finer, as Ian and Melissa turned around to walk back to the table just as she whisked her hand back to her side. Ian and Melissa sat down and with Amanda took synchronised sips of their drinks. There was a brief awkward pause before Ian thought of something to say. "So, how was work today? It seemed pretty quiet this morning." "It didn't improve much," Amanda said. Ian smiled and said "I guess people don't buy chocolates so much in this age of pointless dieting." "Don't you like thin women then?" Amanda queried, slightly disgruntled that Ian probably didn't appreciate the hard work she did on her body. "I like a girl who's proportionate. Not too overweight but enough so the damn bones don't show!" Ian replied, laughing. "Oh, so what else do you look for in a woman?" Amanda continued. Melissa giggled at Amanda. "Can I get a word in edgeways? Anybody think you were the one he asked out on a date!" "You talk to 'im then," Amanda retorted. "So what do you look for in a woman?" Melissa repeated, not able to think of anything else to ask. "If my hormones have their way, anything with a pulse," Ian quipped. "But I try to think with my heart so I like a woman with a smile, maybe a bit shorter than me. And someone who is happy with their natural beauty and doesn't have to plaster themselves with make-up or wear skirts shorter than my shirts." Ian endeavoured not to look at Amanda when he said the last line because he didn't want to offend her, but at the same time he was hoping she would take the hint that it was Melissa he was interested in. Maybe he was flattering himself, but he thought that as she was doing most of the talking, she might have taken a shine to him herself! Melissa meanwhile was regretting covering up so much, partly because of Ian's revelations, partly because she was starting to get hot. In an effort to cool down a bit, she rolled up her sleeves, unwittingly displaying the red mark still on her arm from Mike's assault. "That looks nasty," Ian commented. "How did you get it?" "Er... I think I'm allergic to my washing powder," Melissa lied Ian could see she wasn't telling the truth. Her voice lacked conviction and her other arm was fine. However, he didn't want to pry so he accepted her excuse. His concern was put aside for a moment when the voice of the compere boomed over the speakers. "Can we have Melissa and Ian up here to sing 'Summer Nights'," he requested. The two looked at each other and then Melissa glared at Amanda, figuring out what she had done. "You cow," she muttered, slightly angry but then thinking it would stop Ian pushing further about her arm, as she could tell he saw through her lie. Ian relished the opportunity to perform, but he was a little worried as he’d never done a duet! The slightly reluctant singers walked up to the karaoke platform and took a microphone each. "Summer lovin' had me a blast," Ian started. "Summer lovin' happened so fast," Melissa continued. Suddenly the growing crowd of drinkers turned to see where the beautiful sound was coming from. Melissa indeed had a voice of an angel, and her wonderful tones were passing straight through Ian's ears and down to his heart, as he struggled to do his part of the duet justice. Ian took a deep breath as they reached the final line and as they finished the song, they stared into each other's eyes, oblivious to the applause. Their romantic moment was spoilt, however, by a vocal heckler who had just come in the door. "Very touching," the obviously drunken voice slurred. "But I bet you don't know the real reason she offered to go out with you." It was Mike. Ian recognised him but couldn't place his face until he finished his verbal onslaught. From Virgin to Vixen "She just wants to make me jealous. She's a frigid cow anyway." Ian looked at Melissa, but he overlooked the 'sorry it's true' look in her eyes when he saw the red mark on her arm again and put two and two together. He put an arm around her shoulder and responded to Mike, the microphone still on and the pub sitting in silence at the unfolding drama. "Nice try mate," Ian said. "But I know you're just suffering from sour grapes. As far as your sex life, she's told me why she broke up with you and let's just say viagra sales have gone up around here recently." The crowd roared with laughter and Mike reddened fast, desperately wanting to punch Ian but not with so many witnesses. Instead he stormed out the pub with his tail between his legs. Everyone else turned back to their drinks, knowing the excitement was over. Ian and Melissa walked back to their table to sit with a stunned Amanda. "I didn't think you had it in ya to do that!" she exclaimed to Ian. "Give me a microphone and I'm a different person," Ian admitted. "And I did spontaneous improvisation in drama at school as well!" "Thanks Ian," Melissa said, putting her hands on his. "It was true what he said about tonight, wasn't it?" Ian asked, his tone turning serious. "Yes," Melissa confessed. "But..." "It's okay, I understand," Ian assured her. "Let me finish," Melissa demanded softly but assertively. "When I said 'yes' it was because of Mike coming in the shop but tonight has been nice, you're a great guy. I just don't know if I'm ready for another relationship. I don't blame you if you want to walk out and never see me again, but I'd like to be friends." "Melissa, it's an honour to even know you," Ian complimented. "I can care for you as a friend just as easily as a lover." "Aww, isn't that sweet," Amanda piped. Melissa smiled at Ian and said, "I'm glad that's sorted but I'm not going to be great company. Mike ruined my mood. I think I'd better go home." "I'll walk you back. Just in case that idiot's still hanging around," Ian offered. "Thanks. I'd like that," said Melissa, turning to Amanda. "Do you want me to call a taxi for you?" "Umm… No thanks, " replied Amanda, her gaze returning from the tall dark stranger who had just entered the pub. "Business has just picked up." Melissa saw the man and laughed. "See you tomorrow then, and if you can't be good, be careful!" Ian also bid her farewell and he and Melissa left the pub. "Hasn't she got a boyfriend?" he queried, surprised she was single. "Yeah, but he's an army man, and she's a real flirt!" Melissa told him, her mood lightening slightly. Although she felt safe with Ian, Melissa decided to walk with him along a longer route than the alley, one that was fully lit along the way. The fresh breeze made her hair sway in the wind and her cheeks redden. Ian looked at her adoringly as she stared vacantly into space. He could handle being friends but this did not stop his heart missing a beat every time he saw her infectious smile. Melissa was in deep thought. Ian was a really nice guy. Maybe she wasn't quite ready for another boyfriend but she didn't want to lose her chance. She tried to convince herself that friendship was best for the moment. As they got to her house, they heard a rustling in the bushes. Melissa snapped out of her trance and jerked her head around, petrified that it was Mike, only to see a cat running down the road. "Damn him," Melissa sobbed, bursting into tears. "Why do I let him get to me?" Ian wrapped one arm around her waist and held her head against his chest with the other, his fingers brushing lightly through her hair. "Shh. Come on, everything's going to be alright. He obviously meant a lot to you at some stage so whatever happened between you hit you hard, and you can't just erase that straight away. But it'll get easier." Melissa felt Ian's heart beating, his fingers playing with her hair and his arm firmly but gently wrapped around her. Her emotions were boiling over when she stared into his eyes. "You're right. I've just got to give it time. Or find someone to help me get through it..." Melissa lent her head towards Ian, motioning to kiss him, but he put two fingers over her lips and broke their embrace. "Not like this," he said, his hormones cursing his heart. "You're upset and I made you feel better. If this is going to happen, I don't want it to be a knee-jerk reaction. I'll call you tomorrow." Tracing along her palm, his fingers met hers and he lifted her hand to kiss it before disappearing into the night... CHAPTER FOUR Amanda walked into the shop twenty minutes late, looking tired and completely devoid of the superficial sexiness she emitted the night before. "You're lucky the boss is on holiday," Melissa joked. "No need to ask if you had a good night." "Ooo, don't shout Mel," complained the hung-over Amanda. "We... I mean I didn't get to sleep until 3 o'clock." She hoped Melissa didn't notice her slip as she knew her friend frowned upon her cheating, but she was unlucky. "You really shouldn't string David along," Melissa chastised her quietly, feeling sorry for Amanda's forces boyfriend. "I'm not," Amanda replied defensively. "He's the only guy I love. I just can't go without sex for so long. I'm not like you." She realised her error when Melissa's smile shrank and said in a quieter voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... How was the rest of your night anyway?" Melissa decided to forgive her friend for her tactless comment about her choice to be a virgin and started to talk about the bubbling chemistry that had occurred between her and Ian. "He was so sweet. Mike would have had no hesitation taking advantage of my state of mind." "Sounds like you're falling for him," Amanda remarked. "I really want to," Melissa confessed. "But I don't know how much of that is just him, and how much is Mike pushing me towards someone else and me hating being single." "Just take your time," Amanda suggested. "It's obvious his feelings for you are stronger than friendship but he's happy to wait and hope you change your mind, so why push things until you're sure?" "You're right, " Melissa agreed. "But I think the more time I spend with him, the quicker I'll know how I really feel. I'm going to call him." Leaving Amanda to man the shop, Melissa went into the small office and took out her mobile phone to make the call. Ian had booked the morning off from work. He had plenty of overtime owing to him, and his optimistic imagination had made him take it, just in case the activities of the night before had made him tired. Indeed, when the phone rang he was just getting out of bed, but it was due to sheer laziness than his hoped-for physical exhaustion! "Hello," he answered, a yawn escaping from his mouth. "Hi, it's Melissa. Did I wake you?" "Not literally, but your sweet tones are very refreshing," he replied, expressing his suave romantic nature out of habit. "How are you this morning?" "You really know how to make a girl smile," Melissa grinned, pleasantly amazed that Ian had made her feel better in two days than Mike had in two months. "It helps having such a wonderful subject," Ian said. "What can I do for you?" "I was wondering if you'd like to come to my place to watch a film or something tonight?" Melissa asked. "Sure, I'd love to," he said. "Is there anything on TV or do you want to hire one?" "Well I'm a member of the video store next to the shop. We've got to stock-take tonight, so I thought you could pick me up from work around six o'clock and then we could choose a movie and get some takeaway." "Sounds good to me," Ian agreed. "See you then." Ian put the phone down and smiled broadly. He had a feeling that although something was holding her back, Melissa wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he wasn't going to rely on instincts. He had to continue making a good impression, and first thing was to finally clean his car which had been dyed a dark shade of dirt! Paying more attention to it than he had ever done before, he cleaned and polished his vehicle until he could literally see his face in it. Then he went indoors and had a bite to eat before setting off for work. ___ "Do you want to count or write?" Melissa asked Amanda as they closed the shop ready for the monthly stock-take. "Ooh, I don't think I can move another muscle today, so I better sit here and write," Amanda responded, picking up the clipboard and collapsing into a chair. "Rhetorical question", Melissa thought, remembering that she had been lumbered with the unenviable task of counting every item in the shop for the past three months. With her mind on her evening with Ian however, the time flew past and she finished just before six o'clock as anticipated. Ian pulled up and got out of his car just as Amanda had left and Melissa was locking up the shop. "Perfect timing," she said. "Lets's go next door." They entered the video store and browsed the new releases, settling on a comedy. They returned to the car and got in, but Melissa had trouble shutting her door firmly. "It's temperamental like that," Ian informed her. "Let me do it for you." With that he lent over Melissa to reach the handle, his arm brushing her breasts. It was an innocent mistake which Ian thought nothing about, but Melissa's nipples stirred at the feeling. Totally oblivious to the sensation he had been responsible for, Ian drove off towards the local fast food chain. Neither of them saw Mike trailing them in the car behind... CHAPTER FIVE Arriving at Melissa's house, Ian had become aware of the vehicle that had parked up behind them. Unable to see the driver because of the darkening evening, he asked Melissa if it was her neighbour. Melissa looked behind and her smile faded. "Oh God, it's Mike. What does he want?" "It's okay," Ian assured her. "Let me deal with this." Melissa was worried when Ian got out the car. Mike was a lot better built than Ian, which was what attracted her to him in the first place. His physique was unfortunately his only good point and she knew he had a bad temper. Mike saw Ian shut his door and leapt out of his car, trying to surprise Ian by running and lunging at him with his right fist. Melissa was taken aback when Ian caught Mikes arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him against the car. "Now I will say this once and once only," he growled, his soft voice turning quite firm. "You had your chance and you blew it. I don't like fighting, but I know a hundred and one ways to cause you extreme pain without leaving a mark, and if I see you or hear about you being near Melissa again I'll show you every single one of them. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes!" Mike yelled, expressing the pain of his stretched muscles. Mike thought he had just been caught off-guard, so when Ian let him go, he took another swing. This time Ian ducked, then barged into Mike, pushing him all the way back to his car and almost impaling him on the bonnet. Ian walked back to the car and glared at Mike until he drove off stunned at his comeuppance. Melissa got out the car and Ian locked it. She was silent as she opened the door to her house, not sure what to think about his actions. Her first impressions of him being a sweet and gentle guy had seemingly been dashed. Sensing her concern, Ian tried to allay her fears. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm not a violent man normally but it's the only language guys like that understand," his voice still quivering with adrenaline. Calming down he continued, "But let me assure you Melissa, I will never, ever lay a finger on you in anger. I don't even think there's anything you could do which would make me unhappy." Melissa could feel the sincerity in his voice and gave Ian a trusting look, but the emotion of events had gotten to her and her frown remained. They entered her living room and sat down on the sofa. "Don't let him get to you. He's not worth it," Ian told Melissa "I know. I'm sorry," Melissa replied, still despondent. "Look, either you cheer up or I'm gonna make you cheer up," Ian demanded playfully. Melissa looked inquisitively at Ian, who promptly dug his fingers into her ribs and started tickling her. "No...haha...stop...haha...please...okay I give you up win," Melissa conceded, her broad smile returning. As Ian stopped, his eyes met Melissa's and they stared at each other silently. Ian leaned down and planted a soft raindrop like kiss on her lips. Getting no negative response, he kissed her again, his lower lip brushing her top as he coaxed her mouth into opening. His tongue crept towards and hooked under hers, tempting it into his own mouth. He suckled very gently, holding her tongue while he circled it with his, then following it when it retreated back into her mouth. His tongue traced around her lips before it darted in, gently brushing the roof of her mouth. Their lips were battling to be on top, and Melissa started to worry that Ian was getting too amorous. But his hands were not roaming around her body, and his kissing although passionate, was soft and delicate. No sooner had she put her mind to rest, however, Ian broke away, taking a deep breath of air. "I thought you were never going to stop," Melissa admitted. "Neither did I. I wanted to make sure that I had something to remember in case you changed your mind," Ian joked. "Why would I want to do that?" Melissa asked, before revealing exactly how she felt. "I've always thought you were a nice guy, but I didn't want to jump into another relationship for the sake of having one. Mike hurt me and I didn't want to risk that happening again. Now I have absolutely no doubts that you can make me happy." "You'd better believe it. From now on, every spare moment I have will be spent dreaming about ways to make you smile," Ian declared, his hand brushing Melissa's hair as they engaged in another kiss before sitting up to watch the movie. CHAPTER SIX Ian was wary of driving to work the next morning, knowing his mind would be on Melissa. Indeed it was, so much so that he almost missed her in the town as she walked to the shop. He broke sharply but quietly and pressed his horn. "D'ya wanna lift," he offered as Melissa turned. Melissa got in the car and Ian drove her to the shop. She got out and Ian quickly continued his journey, but Amanda had already spotted him as she walked up behind Melissa. "That was quick work!" Amanda exclaimed, startling Melissa. "I know what you're insinuating and you're wrong," corrected Melissa jovially. "But you know what? I think he's the one." "You didn't consider it in two months with Mike and now after two days you think you're ready?" Amanda asked, astonished. "I didn't say I'm ready, I just said he's the one. We kissed last night and he was so gentle. He was lying on top of me but all he did was kiss, didn't try anything else. I can tell he has respect for me. Mike didn't know the meaning of the word." "Respect? A bloke lying on you and not doing anything? I call that naivety!" "Think what you like," retorted Melissa, annoyed at her judgement being doubted. With that, she unlocked the shop door and they entered, ready to start another day. Time flew quite quickly as the shop was unusually busy, mainly with men who had forgotten Valentine's Day! Amanda had gone to lunch and Melissa had just sat down to take a breath when a man came in the shop with a delivery of flowers. "Flowers for a Melissa," announced the man, reading from his schedule. "That's me. Thanks," Melissa said, accepting the gift and looking for a card. She found a whole piece of paper with a poem written on it: "When I stare into your eyes, so hypnotizing Nothings stops my emotion from rising With skin so soft and delicate You're as close to perfection as you can get. Love Ian." A tear of elation rolled down Melissa's cheek, and was met with concern by the returning Amanda. "Hey, what's the matter?" she asked. "Nothing. Just read this," Melissa replied, handing her the poem. "Wow. I take it back. You really have found a nice guy. Not much to look at, but a nice guy." "He's not bad looking," defended Melissa. "But I must admit, his attractive qualities are on the inside so without wanting to sound nasty, at least he's less likely to have other women chasing him." "Well how long before you shag 'im," Amanda asked coarsely. "Well this has rid me of any reservations I had so not long, not long at all," Melissa said dreamily, reflecting on the night before. If Ian had made her feel so special with just a kiss... CHAPTER SEVEN Melissa had just finished dinner and was about to call Ian to thank him for the flowers when there was a knock at the door. Through the blurred safety glass she could tell it was Ian and she quickly opened the door, surprising him with a quick hard kiss. "I take it you liked the surprise then?" Ian grinned. "It was so romantic, Ian. Come in," Melissa replied, leading Ian into the house and closing the door behind him. "How was your day at work?" "It's a lot easier to get through now I have you to think about, but it's still quite stressful at the moment." Ian explained. "Well sit down and let me give you a massage," Melissa ordered politely. Ian took his jacket off and sat on the sofa, fondly remembering it being the location of his first tender moment with Melissa and relaxing even before her hands touched him. Sensations ran through his spine as her she pressed into his shoulders, her thumbs and first two fingers touching the bare skin under his loosened shirt collar as her hands moved closer to his chest. "Mmm. That feels good," Ian said, his excitement growing as she licked her lips and leaned forward, planting a soft wet kiss on his neck. She blew gently on the moist spot, the coolness sending Ian wild. He leant back and turned his head towards her, darting his tongue out and teasing her mouth open. Their position restricted the increasing passion, so Melissa stopped the massage and walked around to Ian and straddled him, forcing his head against the back of the sofa as she kissed him strongly. Ian stroked her back with his hands, slowly and subtly working his fingers underneath her t-shirt so he could feel her warm flesh. The light touch of Ian's fingers drifting up and down her spine drove Melissa crazy, and she was as surprised as Ian when she suddenly broke the kiss and shouted "I want you, Ian. I want you to make mad passionate love to me!" Ian stared at her with a look of amazement and elation. Melissa blushed and said, "I'm sorry. It's just you've made me feel so good in so short a time, I know you're the one. It's okay if you're not ready." "Melissa, I would like nothing more than to pleasure every inch of your beautiful body," Ian assured her. "But I want it to be a lot more romantic and, without meaning to sound big-headed, when I'm through with you you'll need plenty of rest, so it would be best to wait until the weekend..." Melissa smiled at Ian, slightly frustrated that her sexual satisfaction was in his complete control but knowing good things were to come... CHAPTER EIGHT "Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly," a strange voice whispered down the phone to Melissa. She looked puzzled until Ian continued in his normal voice, "Hi Princess, it's me. My little surprise is ready when you are." Melissa knew he was referring to his promised romantic setting for the first time they made love and electricity ran through her body at the thought of her impending ecstasy. "I'll be right over," she eagerly confirmed, running out of the door as soon as she hung up the phone. Suddenly she realised she didn't know where Ian lived, and went back to call him in embarrassment! From Virgin to Vixen Ian was a lot better at giving directions than taking them as Melissa found his house quite easily. The full-bloomed red rose on the door with a note saying "enter and take off your shoes" was also a great hint. Melissa obeyed the instruction and as she entered, stepped on another rose. Looking in front of her she saw a plethora of the crimson flowers leading a path, which she duly followed. She walked upstairs into Ian's bedroom and picked up a piece of paper which was lying next to a condom, and read the further instructions: "Take off your clothes, lie on the bed and close your eyes." Ian stood naked and watched the reflection from the bathroom mirror that was positioned directly in front of the two open doors. He eagerly observed Melissa, who instinctively aware he was looking was removing her top very slowly. Facing the bed, she placed her top in a neat pile on the floor, not bending her knees, her skirt rising slightly and revealing her tantalising thighs. Next she unhooked and dropped her bra, her pert breasts only moving slightly to her sides, unmercifully teasing Ian by just showing a small amount of the nubile globes. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her bending had made her panties rise into the crack of her ass, and Ian could see most of her succulent behind. Suddenly she pulled her underwear right down, displaying her whole bare body which almost drove Ian over the edge, and he had to restrain himself from running in and grabbing her there and then. He waited patiently as she lay on the bed and closed her eyes. She looked like a solitude boat against the sea-blue sheets on the wide bed and indeed felt she was in a sea of tranquillity. She had no fears, no last minute doubts - she knew that tonight she was losing her virginity to a man she loved. Ian brushed some stray strands of Melissa's golden hair out of her face as he straddled her, his lips moving towards hers. Like a drop of water creating a ripple in an ocean, the light touch of Ian's mouth made Melissa open hers. The quiet anticipating feeling Melissa had been experiencing was now replaced by unbridled passion. Ian flicked his tongue speedily, randomly darting around her mouth as she tried to catch it. But it was Ian who captured Melissa's tongue, suckling it into his mouth and licking underneath it. Not wanting to break the kiss they swapped breath, their lips rolling over and almost devouring each other. They finally broke and took a deep breath of fresh air. Ian then buried his head in the pillow and turned slightly towards Melissa. His tongue darted out and he teasingly used the tip to stimulate the sensitive nape of her neck, rolling it up and down, standing the small hairs on end. Melissa moaned softly and tilted her head, beginning to nibble on Ian's ear, her tongue tracing around the outside of the lobe before she started to suckle on the soft skin at the bottom. Ian started kissing around to the front of her neck, brushing his teeth lightly on each piece of skin but not biting. He started on the other side, again teasing the nape and following around to her chin then rose to her mouth once more. He kissed her softly and waited for her mouth to open, then mischievously darted his tongue in and out before working his way back down her body. Ian painted Melissa's upper chest with his silky kisses, working in semicircles from shoulder to shoulder, gradually moving down towards her breasts. Melissa had the perfect size breasts - they were proportionate to the rest of her body, enough to fill Ian's outstretched palms, but not big enough to be the only thing men thought about when they saw her. Because Melissa never flaunted her flesh, they were milky white compared to the most of her tanned body. The skin was perfectly clear, darkening only as it reached her nipples. Ian flicked his tongue over a nipple, dampening it slightly, then for a moment just breathed on the wetness, sending a cool breeze over an otherwise burning body. Melissa arched her back in satisfaction, pressing her chest towards Ian's mouth, and he suckled on the nipple, caressing her breast with his hand as he lifted it closer to his lips. His tongue swept around the outside of the nipple as he spread his mouth, covering more of the breast. He grated his teeth very gently against her skin before repeating the whole process on the other breast. During this time, Ian had been kneeling over Melissa's upper body, his erection bouncing out of reach of her womanhood, arching back each time Melissa had bucked up with impatience. Now, he shuffled up slightly and sat across her hips. His cock lying on her chest pointing towards her navel. His tight balls rested just above her clit as he continued the pleasuring of her breasts. Taking them in the palms of his hands, his thumbs rubbed the nipples in circles as his fingernails scraped lightly on the underside of the breasts. As Melissa moaned he squeezed harder, digging his fingertips in, but releasing at the point it turned to pinching. Ian moved his hands to her side, tracing his fingers up and down her ribs, the light sensation tickling her. He knelt up again and reached for the condom. Melissa grabbed it first though and unwrapped it, then took Ian's balls in one hand and unrolled the rubber protection down his cock with the other. Ian moved closer to Melissa's body, and rubbed the head of his manhood along her pussy lips. They parted instinctively, ready to accept Ian inside them, but his teasing was continuing as he quickly slid to the foot of the bed. He took Melissa's feet and started pressing his thumbs into the heels, massaging in a circular motion up towards the top. He slowly stroked in between each of the toes as he suckled them. Then he used his tongue to tickle the sole of Melissa's feet, tremors of excitement flowing through her from the stimulation of the sensitive skin. Ian slid his hands up and down the sides of Melissa's soft long legs, the tender skin glistening with small amounts of perspiration, mixing with the moistness of Ian's lips as he kissed softly up towards her thighs. As he reached them, he held her small, firm buttocks in his hands and his pace quickened, planting quick and heavy kisses on her, getting closer and closer to her starving pussy. He flicked his tongue from her ass crack to her pussy lips and up over her clit, then again withdrew his intense pleasure giving. Now kissing down the underside of Melissa's legs, he reached the skin under her knees but despite the good feeling this gave her, she thought she had been teased enough and grabbed Ian's head, forcing it into her crotch. Ian smiled contentedly at the fact he had made Melissa hot enough to react like that and graciously gave into her demands. He darted his tongue into her aching pussy and licked around the walls, lapping up the hot juices she was producing. As he moved his tongue deeper he heard her moan and felt her hymen, and pulled back slightly. Breaking that was going to be reserved for his throbbing cock. Instead he stretched his tongue from side to side, finding every inch he could satisfy between her hymen and the entrance. As he tongue exited her pussy, it quickly flicked up to her clit, circling it before lifting it into his mouth, his lips closing around it and pulling gently. Her ecstasy started her juices flowing, scalding Ian's chin. He knelt up and stared at Melissa's face, her sparkling eyes and broad smile making it clear she was ready for intercourse. Ian kissed her softly as he started to slide his rigid cock into her eager hole, her wet pussy lips aiding the gradual deepening of his penetration. His cock head hit her hymen and she moaned lightly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He withdrew slightly and again prodded it slowly, skilfully pressing a little harder each time. Like starting a motorbike, Ian's final hard push set Melissa's engine going, and with swift but gentle thrusts he blocked out her pain fast. Her breasts were pressed to the sides as Ian's chest moved against her cleavage line, his whole body motioning to provide extra pressure so he could enter her deeper without thrusting harder and hurting her. His cock swelled more each time he pushed and Melissa let out a whimper of delight as her walls stretched slightly. The noise turned into a full elated cry as she felt the base of Ian's cock against her entrance. Liking her satisfied moans, Ian decided to start pumping harder, using just his hips to do so, holding himself up with his hands and looking at Melissa's head, which was flailing about in ecstasy. Ian plunged into her with force and then withdrew slowly, savouring every last second his cock was inside her. As he sped up his motions, Melissa dug her fingers into his back, pain adding to his passion. He leant down and suckled on her neck, this time with more pressure, biting playfully. Melissa's first orgasm was building up fast, as her juices coated Ian's balls. Her puffed and hungry pussy lips almost took them inside as well, before they tightened around his cock, almost squeezing the life from it. Ian wanted to tease himself as well, and though held inside by her vice like grip, he stayed motionless in her pussy, letting her complete orgasm and his growing one subside. This way he could pleasure her for longer and would make his explosion even more satisfying. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her up so they were both in a sitting position. As Ian's hands rested on her buttocks, she wrapped her arms around his neck and took control. Moving her hips like a belly dancer, she took his cock gradually deeper in a corkscrew motion, pulling and twisting it into unbridled ecstasy. She could feel the effect it was having on him as he randomly planted hard hot kisses all over her breasts, chest and neck. Ian could take no more and he came hard, shooting with such speed, the condom was in danger of flying off. He pumped harder, wanted to heighten and prolong the amazing sensation. He was licking one of Melissa's nipples when he hit his peak, and instead of crying out he showed his satisfaction by suddenly sucking with renewed vigour on the reddening tip of her breast. This unexpected added pleasure sent Melissa spiralling into her second orgasm, her whole body tensing for a few moments then thrusting faster and faster, milking Ian's cock dry as her climax hit. She lent back letting out a wild passionate scream, soon joined by Ian whose body could no longer contain the sheer electricity running through it. Ian collapsed on top of Melissa, catching his breath before rolling off. They turned to each other, hearts pulsating, bodies still quivering, and in unison said "I love you" CHAPTER NINE "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty," Ian whispered as Melissa's eyes began to open. She squinted as a bright ray of sunshine glared through a gap in the curtains, then with a broad smile on her face turned to Ian and kissed him. "Words cannot explain how wonderful you made me feel last night," she complimented. "The feelings mutual," said Ian. "Perfection doesn't even begin to describe you." Suddenly, he remembered something and sat up abruptly. "What's wrong?" Melissa asked. "I was so busy planning last night I totally forgot I've got to do some overtime at work today," Ian explained hastily, then paranoid at what might have been running through Melissa's mind continued, "I'm not making this up. If I had the choice I'd spend every waking second with you. But you can stay here for the day if you like, here's the spare key." Indeed a fleeting thought had passed through Melissa’s mind that Ian was like all other men and had just charmed her for sex, but his assuring smile convinced Melissa he was being honest. As soon as he had dressed and kissed her goodbye, she was on the phone to Amanda. "It might not be as easy as you thought to hold on to 'im then," Amanda suggested as Melissa finished describing her ecstasy from the previous night. "How do you mean?" Melissa questioned. "Well, if other girls see how happy he makes you they might make a play for him. He may not be that good looking but a good track record is just as attractive as a fit body!" "I'm sure he wouldn't cheat on me, but you seem to be the expert. What do you suggest?" Melissa asked sarcastically, annoyed her friend had put seeds of doubt in her head. "Well I don't care who he is, no man is satisfied doing all the work and making all the moves when it comes to sex. You've got to learn fast, and there's nothing to feed the imagination like the top shelf of the video store." "Very funny," said Melissa, assuming her friend was joking around. "Well that's my advice Mel. Take it or leave it. I've got to go. See you at work tomorrow," Amanda replied, hanging up the phone. Melissa pondered Amanda's comments as she showered. Maybe she was right. Ian might not look for another woman but he was a man and temptation from her peers might be hard to resist. As she dressed, she made a firm decision and left the house to pay a visit to the video hire store. Melissa felt uneasy as the attendant watched her climb the stairs to the room where the X-rated videos were kept. She hastily grabbed four random movies and went back down to the cash desk, the man smiling dirtily at her as she paid for them and ran out the door. As she slipped the video into Ian's machine, Melissa had the sole intention of watching for educational purposes only. She had never been turned on by nudity on television, preferring to use her imagination. After the night before however, her dreams had become reality and she knew only too well the effect the men in the first movie were having on their female co-stars. Imagining Ian's touch as she watched, her hands began to slip under her skirt. She undid the button for greater access to her warming mound and soon became embroiled in the throes of passion. ___ Ian opened and closed the front door quietly, wanting to surprise Melissa with the dozen roses he had bought. They were fresh and in full bloom, with a succulent smell he thought Melissa might have sensed from the living room. But it was he who got the surprise as he peeked around the door... Melissa was now naked on the sofa in front of the television, watching the second movie. As Ian looked on, she was near orgasm, her fingers moving faster and faster over her swollen pussy lips. His insecurity made him feel a bit depressed that Melissa needed this stimulation - he thought he had made her very happy the night before - but this soon turned to satisfaction as she screamed, "Oh, Ian. Oh...yes...mmm. Wait till you get home." He realised that she wasn't just using the movie for instant pleasure, she was getting ideas for their next bout of passion. Ian remembered that he had never told Melissa that he too had been a virgin until the previous night, and the way he made love to her would not have made her think so. Melissa was obviously desperate to keep hold of her find, and would do anything to make him happy. Not that he would look elsewhere - he was blissfully in love with Melissa and could have lived with just seeing her smile every day. Wallowing in his new-found ego for a moment, he suddenly broke free of his trance and thought of a plan. He crept back out and purposely made a noise with the front door before running upstairs pretending that was where he expected Melissa to be. This gave her time to stand up, quickly put her clothes back on and stop the video but Ian walked around the door before she could take it out. She hoped he did not see the flash of guilt that swept her face before the elation she showed when he thrust the roses into her hands. She was unaware that he had seen a lot more! She took the flowers and placed them on a table before falling into Ian's arms and kissing him softly. Like clashing waves, their tongue tips hit before curling up, making the kisses short and passionate. Their tongues then slid over each other, allowing a deep exploratory kiss before they sat down. Ian's hand slid over the sweat glistening on the leather sofa, but he didn't question its cause. He wrapped one arm around Melissa and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her relief turned to horror as Ian picked up the remote control for the video player... Thinking quickly, she leapt up and sat across Ian's lap the remote falling to the floor as she started brushing his lips with hers and undoing his shirt buttons. Ian moaned gleefully as her kisses continued down his chest, every inch being treated to her oral gifts. She slid down to the floor between his legs and unzipped his trousers. His growing erection pressed out more as his trousers were removed and felt like a tensed spring in his pants. Melissa rubbed his cock hard through the fabric, the head being pushed out of the top. She lent over and teased it with the tip of her tongue, before pulling down the pants and allowing it to burst out freely. Her tongue continued to lick gently around his cock, moving down to his balls. She suckled on them as Ian closed his eyes to appreciate the feeling fully. Rising back to the top of his cock, she kissed and nibbled it like a piece of corn, brushing it with her teeth but not biting. Her worries of Ian wondering how she had learned to do this faded fast as she heard his moans of satisfaction. Taking the cock head in her mouth, she slid down the shaft slowly, fully aware that with her experience she would not be able to take it down her throat as quickly as the woman in the movie. But she soon took to it like a fish to water, closing her lips and taking the cock further whilst allowing her throat to open. She started to gag but decided to throw herself in at the deep end, swallowing Ian's cock and relaxing her muscles to get over the choking before starting to suck. Ian's cries got slightly louder as her vacuum like squeezing almost sent him into spasm straight away. Feeling the cock swell in her throat, Melissa withdrew to the top again but then as Ian sighed with a mixture of relief and disappointment she plunged down again, this time effortlessly deep-throating him. Sliding up and down the shaft, her pursed lips squeezed his cock harder and harder, the pressure almost peeling the skin off. Ian could take no more and came hard, a thick white jet blasting the back of Melissa's throat. The force made Melissa pause, but as soon as she tasted his juice she became possessed, continue to suck faster and faster, milking Ian's cock of every drop. The feeling he got when she swallowed one load triggered another and soon she lost pace, the liquid spilling from her mouth. Retreating and swallowing, Melissa stared up at Ian who opened his eyes and gave her a pleasured and thankful look. Melissa used her hands to help herself up off the floor and before she realised, she knocked the ’play’ button on the remote. Melissa turned her head towards the television with a worried look, but when she turned back Ian smiled at her and she realised that he not only forgave her, but he approved wholeheartedly! As she stood up, Ian picked up the remote and turned off the television completely, before asking with interest just what else she had learnt... Melissa flung her hair back and smiled slyly, her perspiration holding her once loose blouse close to her skin, creasing perfectly around every curve. She swayed her hips from side to side seductively, running her hands down her body slowly before beginning to unbutton her blouse. Ian was stunned to see her without her bra, her nipples blatantly pointing towards him as she stretched back allowing her blouse to slide off her arms. She caught it before it fell to the floor, holding it with both hands as she rubbed it between her breasts, gently lifting each one up before letting them bounce freely. She then threw the blouse to Ian, who inhaled the aroma of her sweat whilst watching her continue. She pulled down her tight jeans as far as she could without undoing them, teasing Ian with a small but inviting look at her ass. Unbuttoning the jeans, she carried on exposing inch by inch of her legs, pulling them back up before pulling them down further each time. From Virgin to Vixen As she got to the end, she encountered difficulty getting her feet out. Seeing her despondent at what she thought was the interruption of the stimulation, Ian sprung forward, pushing her over into a beanbag behind her. He ravishingly ripped her jeans off by the bottoms before pressing his body against hers, making her sink into the beanbag. He went straight for her neck, bouncing his wet lips off each inch of skin before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Melissa roughly ground her hands up Ian's chest and removed his shirt before pushing her hands down to his buttocks and sliding his still open trousers and pants over them. Ian kicked his shoes off and used his feet to push his underwear off past the point Melissa could not stretch. As he pressed his cock against her panties, he could feel her wetness seeping through and growing as he lovingly suckled on her nipples. Melissa took one of Ian's hands and led it to her mouth, taking in his first two fingers and simulating the oral sex she had just given him. She licked the sensitive skin between the two fingers before Ian removed them and reached under her panties. He used his wet fingers to move her clit in circles, and his other fingers to press the cotton underwear against her pussy. He rubbed harder and harder, now using all his fingers to press the fabric against her crotch, bringing her close to orgasm. As Melissa lifted her ass to get nearer Ian's fingers, he hooked his thumb around the panties and swiftly pulled them off. He easily parted Melissa's pussy lips with his first two fingers before thrusting them inside, not wanting her building orgasm to subside. To give more thickness he bent his fingers inside her before pumping them in and out of her pussy. Each time he pulled back, he stretched his fingers to the side to open her lips wider, before pushing back in and letting them quickly close back into place. As her pleasure boiled over and her orgasm hit, Ian let his fingers stretch out fully again, making them go deeper into her pussy, and as he thrust hard, the nail of the longer finger scratched against her pussy walls and she let out a loud cry of ultimate pleasure. As her peaking calmed, Ian knelt up and stared into her eyes. Melissa's hormonal excitement made her come out of character as she begged for Ian to enter her. When Ian pointed out he was not wearing protection, she reacted like a man in the desert given a sip of water but denied the full cup, superhumanly throwing Ian to the side as she dived for his trousers to get his wallet, ripping it open and finding a condom. She turned back to Ian, who was still slightly shocked at the ease she had pushed him off of her. Continuing her animal actions she quickly unrolled the condom onto Ian's cock before pinning his arms down and biting his neck. The surprise pain soon disappeared as Melissa brutally impaled herself on his cock, her hungry pussy almost consuming his balls as well before spitting them out. Melissa thrust against Ian harder and harder, his cock almost snapping at the impact. As she flung her body back in satisfaction, her grip on Ian's hands was released and he took advantage, sitting up and unbalancing her to regain his on-top position. Ian now held her down as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He continued to buck hard into her for a while, then tried teasing her by stopping, a mistake she punished him for by kicking and digging her heels into his back. Quickly obeying her demands he let go of her arms and resumed his hard-hitting movements. He held Melissa firmly by the waist as she flailed back in ecstasy, her climax exploding forcefully, her back arching and her hair splashing onto the floor before she pulled herself up and fell down again. Her juices flowed down Ian's legs as her pussy squeezed hard and made Ian erupt, feeling the head of the condom swell as it filled with his semen. Ian pulled Melissa down to his chest and kissed her lovingly before she fell to his side. His body exhausted but his mind and hormones still raging, he wanted desperately to turn the video back on to stimulate he and Melissa further. He felt virtually unable to move and tried to stretch his arm towards the remote control, his fingers barely touching it. As he tilted his head so he could arch his back and reach further, he noticed something from the corner of his eye. Hastily shoved behind the television were a number of other videos - Melissa had been a lot busier than he thought! Still unable to reach the remote, Ian gave up and decided to just relax. He closed his eyes but any chance of sleep was brutally disrupted when something landed on his face. He opened his eyes again and was greeted by the sight of Melissa's beautiful firm buttocks. His mouth was being lined up with the entrance to her pussy and as is did, her intoxicating odour revitalised Ian who decided he was very hungry... Ian's mouth pressed against Melissa's pussy lips, squeezing her juices from them like water from a sponge. He traced the tip of his tongue along the sealed entrance, gradually releasing his mouth grip allowing him to slowly inch into the hole. Suddenly he opened his mouth fully, his spring-tensed tongue darting into her like an arrow. Melissa let out a sharp moan and instinctively forced herself down harder on Ian's face, his tongue stretching deep inside her. He bent his tongue down and licked the bottom of the pussy wall then curled it to stroke the top, grazing against the sides in-between. He kept repeating this action, whipping Melissa into a wild frenzy as she flung her head back moaning loudly and trying to contain herself from a full-blown scream. She gained control of herself, her excruciating pleasure still continuing but her mind set on returning the favour to Ian. Leaning on her elbows, she bent over taking a breast in each hand, using them alternately to lift up Ian's growing cock and let it drop. Then, removing the condom, she lodged his cock between both breasts and pushed them up and down, her soft skin rolling against Ian's shaft. Her hardened nipples tickled his balls, stirring them into quickening their production of his orgasmic fluid. Ian used all his power to delay his climax, wanting Melissa to come first. He sucked hard, closing her pussy lips around his tongue, trapping it as it flapped about like a scared bird in a cage. As he accelerated the movements, Melissa's orgasm hit hard. She knelt up slightly, releasing herself from Ian's mouth, trying to let herself calm but the tip of Ian's tongue briskly brushing her pussy lips sent her spiralling into climax. Her body tensing briefly before she channelled her emotion towards Ian's cock, wrapping a hand around it and speedily moving it up and down. Unable to hold back any longer, Ian came quickly. Melissa caught the first shot of juice in her mouth, then dived down onto Ian's cock to devour the rest. She took the whole length in her mouth at once, gagging slightly before allowing her throat muscles to relax. She let the flowing fluid pour down her throat and when the self-propelled spurts finished, she closed her lips tightly around the base of Ian's cock then pulled back slowly, squeezing out the remaining juice. She held the head of Ian's limp cock just inside her lips, waiting for Ian's breathing to return to normal before she continued her rampant behaviour. Melissa used her tongue to flip Ian's cock against her teeth, the softness letting the head bounce up against the roof of her mouth. Then she moved her mouth up and down, biting slightly, the minor pain restarting an active bloodflow. As Ian's erection reappeared, the head brushing the back of Melissa's throat, she withdrew and ran into the bedroom, beckoning Ian to follow. He quickly put the condom back on and, guided by his erection walked after her. As he entered the room he was welcomed by the sight of Melissa face down on the bed, her ass proudly pointing in the air and swaying seductively. Ian pondered her desire momentarily and decided to play it safe and assume she wanted him to enter her from behind rather than enter her behind. She still moaned slightly as Ian ran his finger down her ass crack, poking it inside her hole for a second, but as he continued and sharply thrust two fingers into her pussy, her louder scream signalled his assumption was correct. She writhed on Ian's fingers as he pumped them in and out, his thumb grinding against the bottom of her pussy lips. As he felt her wetness drowning his fingers he removed them, painting a path of juices down her spine before using his hands to steady her rocking to enter her. This he did with laser precision, bucking hard and sinking deep into her pussy. His hard thrusts caused his balls to be squashed against her ass and he moaned in slight pain, but not as loud as Melissa when his cock head ripped her vaginal walls apart each time. Her screams were a mixture of agony and ecstasy but he could sense she was enjoying it so he squeezed her breasts hard, both for her pleasure and his leverage. He pulled them as he thrust in and pushed them as he withdrew, manhandling them like pieces of meat. Melissa bucked back furiously and clamped her pussy muscles around Ian's cock. She sat up suddenly, forcing Ian to lie down on the bed. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of Ian's cock and squeezed hard, cutting off the supply of blood. Now she used Ian's cock like a dildo, bouncing up and down on it, knowing it couldn't react. Ian felt his balls producing a new supply of fluids and storing them like a dam. Melissa started to come but forced herself to continue and heighten her orgasm. Ian took advantage of her uncontrollable state and grabbed her breasts and pulled her down onto him, her hand breaking away from his cock, allowing the floodgates to open, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through him as he pulsated inside her. She was still in the throes of climax and he held her body tight, concentrating the sensation by stopping her movements expressing her pleasure. Ian nuzzled on Melissa's neck as he slowed his breathing, and as she came down from her high they fell asleep... CHAPTER TEN Melissa walked into the shop bright and breezy after sleeping in her own bed. She had been reluctant to leave Ian's house, not being able to get enough of her new pleasure, but had not wanted to be worn out for work. "Well you seem cheery," piped Amanda. "I take it my advice paid off." "I'll say," confirmed Melissa with a wry smile on her face. "I was almost too tired for work this morning." "Well you know what they say, it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for!" Amanda said, hoping the conversation would end there. "He was so energetic, made every inch of me explode," Melissa continued. "Yeah, yeah. Enough talk, there's work to do," Amanda muttered. "What's up with you. You don't mind telling me every time you have sex," Melissa retorted, annoyed at her friend's abruptness. "Well I guess I'm a hypocrite, okay! I'm going to make a cup of coffee," Amanda snapped. As she walked into the office to make her drink, Amanda took a deep breath. "I mustn't get so worked up," she thought. The truth was Amanda had really got fed up with men. She had David to love, but all the other guys she took home really didn't do a good job. Since Melissa had lost her virginity, Amanda had looked at her differently, wondering what it would be like to have a woman make love to her. But Melissa would freak out if she knew, and Amanda had to resign herself to the fact that it was pure fantasy. She went back out to Melissa and apologised. "I'm sorry Mel. I think I'm just missing David," she said softly. "Go on, tell me the rest." Amanda figured that she might as well have something to feed her imagination when she pleasured herself, and Melissa was bursting to tell someone about the sheer ecstasy that Ian gave her. "Well, he didn't mind that I'd watched the movies even though I made a huge effort to stop him finding out! And I must be a quick learner because he went wild with everything I did. The only thing that drives me crazy is he likes to be in control. Not in a nasty dominant way, he just will not let me pleasure him for a significant period of time." Amanda pressed herself against the counter to try and cool her throbbing quim. "Well, you'll just have to tie him down and tell him who’s in charge," she suggested. "I don't want to make a big issue of it," replied Melissa innocently. Amanda giggled, "No I mean, literally, tie him down!" A flush of embarrassment at her naivety rose to Melissa's cheeks. The hot sensation soon extended to the rest of her body as she imagined Ian pinioned to his bed. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking her lips. "That does sound like a good idea. But I don't know if he would be into it." "Well surprise him, don't give him any choice in the matter," Amanda recommended. "How do you propose I do that!" exclaimed Melissa. "He may not be that big but he's stronger than me." Amanda lent over and whispered into Melissa's ear and a huge smile ran across both of their faces. CHAPTER ELEVEN Melissa was nervous as she stepped out of the taxi shortly after midnight. She was naturally reluctant to walk to Ian's house in the dark, but her desire to surprise him had resulted in her getting the taxi to drop her off far enough away for Ian not to hear the engine. As she reached Ian's door and took out the spare key, she remembered that it squeaked when opened more than halfway. Carefully she slipped her slender body through the narrow gap available. As she crept upstairs slowly on tiptoes, she pondered Ian's reaction to her impending devilry. Fortunately Ian had left his door wide open so Melissa walked straight into his bedroom to face the last challenge before reaching Ian himself. Gently she opened his wardrobe and reached for the hanger holding his many ties. She froze as metal clashed on metal when the hanger hit the rail, but Ian did not stir. Melissa quietly knotted groups of the ties together, securing them to the wheels of the bed. She firmly tied the other ends loosely around his wrists, but not tight enough to wake him. He only arose from his deep slumber as Melissa secured the last tie as a blindfold. Ian opened his eyes but couldn't see. He went to rub them, but couldn't move his arms. With the backs of his fingers he felt the thin silky fabric, and realised he was bound to the bed. He heard the unmistakable giggling of Melissa he cursed that his heavy sleeping coupled with his vast selection of ties had made it easy for her to prepare him for their next sexual adventure... Ian felt Melissa's soft locks of hair brush up the sides of his body, her hot breath stirring his nipples as she rose to his mouth. She kissed him once, then again, letting their mouths open but before Ian's tongue could enter she retracted, teasing, planting more quick kisses on him, wetting his lips but leaving the rest of his mouth yearning. As she did this, her chest hovered over him, her nipples lightly clashing with his. As he tried to lift himself into her to feel the full heat of her breasts, she arched up, denying him. She did however grind her hips into his crotch but he was still restrained from unrestricted pleasure as he had his boxer shorts on. The elastic top meant that his erection just forced the lower fabric over the waistband, completing trapping his growing, raging manhood inside. She continued all the teasing until Ian could take no more and let out a mercy-begging moan of ecstasy. She gave into his desires one at a time. First kissing him fully, his tongue lapping thirstily inside her mouth, his teeth grazing her lips playfully. Then she pressed her body into his, her soft, warm breasts spreading out over his chest, setting him on fire. Next she knelt and removed his boxers, taking them down slowly but not over his erection, which meant his cock was stretched back, catapulting into his chest as the underwear was pulled off completely. After she unwrapped a condom onto his rigid cock and fondled his balls, it pointed straight up towards her pussy, which she started to lower onto it. As her lips engulfed the top of his cock, she stopped, swaying her hips in a clockwise motion but not letting him enter her any deeper, pulling away when Ian bucked at her. Defeated, he let her tease, but his head was not as willing to give up as his mind and it felt like it was trying to launch itself away from the rest of his cock. She sat down completely, her wet pussy giving Ian a sudden unexpected thrill, which took all of his physical and mental strength to prevent his immediate ejaculation. Melissa tried to withdraw completely, but realised she had not tied Ian's feet as she felt them push into her back and coax her down. She forced against them but Ian pressed into her harder, and the slight pain of his anklebone against her spine made her seemingly relent and she began to grind into Ian. Her pace quickened and Ian mistakenly relaxed his feet. As he let out a moan signalling his orgasm was near, she sprung up, got off the bed and left the room... Ian's love for Melissa, along with his knowledge or unquenchable hope that she would not leave him hanging for long, stopped him verbally expressing the anger his unsatisfied body was experiencing. The heat of his boiling juices was intense, but was sharply reversed when the she returned and placed two ice-cubes under his balls. The stark contrast in temperature sent a chill right through Ian's body, his heightened passion stopping the pain and instead causing him to tense up in an orgasmic-like state. Melissa once again impaled herself on Ian's hard cock and began to slowly pump against it. Her movements stirred his blood-flow but the cubes kept cooling him down and preventing him from reaching his peak. A tug-of-war began, Melissa's pussy muscles massaging the head of Ian's cock, exciting him, bringing his juices closer to the surface, only for the ice to pull them back. Suddenly, Melissa thrust hard, and the ice-cubes shot away from Ian's balls, the freedom allowing his semen to sprint to the top of his cock and jet out of the head into the condom. Melissa continued to grind hard into Ian, her muscles squeezing the base of his cock and trapping the blood inside, keeping him hard. As she sunk as low as she could, he thrust forward and she flew into climax. Ian gained control of himself and as Melissa closed her eyes to fully appreciate the sensation he worked his hands loose from the ties and sat forward, forcing Melissa under him. Her orgasm subsided too late for her to be alert enough to fight Ian pinning her hands to the bed. He wrapped the ties tight around her wrists to stop her escaping like he did, but the length meant she had a bit of slack to pull against in the height of passion without hurting herself. He got off the bed and went to strap her feet as well, but these put up more of a fight as Melissa knew the payback for her teasing would be big. Ian finally managed to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed and left the room momentarily. He returned with a length of thin rope and Melissa waited anxiously to see what he was going to do. He strung the rope under the mattress and around her waist, pulling it tight before knotting it at the side. This made her powerless to buck up, a step further than her withdrawal teasing earlier... Ian knelt by the side of the bed, planting light, tickling kisses all over her chest, awakening her nipples with his tongue. He kept moving his lips up her body and back down, each time getting closer to her clit, breathing hot air over it. He finally hovered over it and flicked his tongue against it. Melissa tried to move her hips up to Ian's retreated tongue but the bonds stopped her, her body realising that this was just the beginning. Ian licked down over her clit softly, barely touching it at first, but pressing against it harder each time until it ground against her like sandpaper. He proceeded to her hole and poked his tongue inside and withdrew again, repeating and slowly inching deeper. As Melissa started to moan in satisfaction, Ian slowly came back out, spiralling his tongue around her pussy lips before lifting off completely. Now he brushed his fingers from her ankles along the outside of her legs, bending his fingers as he rose so that his nails tenderly scraped her soft ass cheeks. He glided his hands back down the tops of her legs, his palms just bouncing off the skin, before running back up the inside with a full caress, his fingers dancing around her crotch area before he continued up her body. He now changed pace and cupped her breasts in his hands before squeezing them hard. As Melissa opened her mouth to let out a small cry of pain, he kissed her and invaded her with his tongue. She suckled hard on it as Ian put more force on her breasts, then he let go and allowed her to relax into a more controlled kiss. Their tongues lovingly linked and circled together as Ian gently twisted her nipples between his fingers. After letting her subside from the first bout of teasing he turned around and began again, working his way down her body and suckling on every piece of skin. As he reached her crotch and resumed his tongue teasing, he removed the condom and dangled his cock over her mouth. She tried to catch it as he playfully bounced back up until she finally managed to close her mouth over it with a strong grip. Now governed by his body instead of his mind, he was forced to pleasure Melissa unreservedly, and went down deep on her. His mouth closed around her pussy lips and he thrust his tongue inside, flicking it fast against every inch of her womanhood. He let his tongue out slightly so he could grab her clit with his lower lip and lift it into his mouth, the length allowing him to pull it over his lip and trap it against it with his teeth. His tongue was now just able to tickle her pussy lips as he secured his grip on her clit and ground his teeth against it. Ian could feel Melissa reaching her high as she increased the suction on his cock. Suddenly her body froze in the opening stages of climax before attempting to writhe and visibly express it's ecstasy. The ties were stopping this however and all her external appreciation was forced to come from her mouth, which reacted by speedily bobbing her head against Ian's cock as fast as she could, her neck straining as she tried to take more in her mouth. As Ian began to erupt he lifted his hips up and let his juice spray Melissa's lips. She licked them clean then opened her mouth wide to catch the rest. As Ian finished spurting he released the rope tie, allowing her final throes of passion to show as her hips swayed violently from side to side. Ian got up and freed Melissa from her restraints. Kneeling between her legs he watched her body finish convulsing, before he leant over and kissed her softly. As he rolled to her side, they held each other tightly until they fell asleep. From Virgin to Vixen CHAPTER TWELVE The next day in the shop, Amanda was eager to find out if her suggestion to Melissa was fruitful. As Melissa bounced into the shop, her body still reeling from the night before, Amanda asked "So did you show him who's boss?" "Ummm…," Melissa pondered. "I think it's safer to say we've agreed to be partners!" Amanda's loins were on fire as Melissa described the sexual encounter in full detail. She desperately needed to quench her burning desire and feigned a headache. "You can go home if you like," Melissa suggested to her 'sick' friend. "No, it's okay," Amanda refused. "If I just stay quiet in the office for a while, I'll be alright. Just don't let anyone disturb me." Amanda walked into the office as Melissa turned to tend to a customer. After a while, Melissa was concerned at some faint groans coming from the office. Assuring herself that 'anyone' did not include her, she went to investigate. Nothing could prepare her for the sight that greeted her. Amanda was sitting with her blouse undone and her skirt around her ankles, furiously rubbing at her clit and gasping breathlessly. But the sight of her friend masturbating paled in comparison to the surprise she got when Amanda hit her orgasm and screamed, "Oh yes, Melissa. Oh god yes!" Melissa stood stunned long enough for Amanda to calm and register her friend's presence. She blushed deeply with embarrassment, hastily pulling up her skirt and trying to run out of the office, but was taken aback when Melissa threw her against the wall and planted a hard kiss on her lips. Amanda relaxed and kissed her back, holding her tight and exploring her mouth with her tongue. But when she ran her fingers under her friend's blouse and started to undo the buttons, Melissa pulled away. "Oh god, why couldn't this have happened two weeks ago?" she wailed. "You mean, you wanted this to happen as much as I did?" Amanda queried. "Well yes, I mean no, oh I don't know," Melissa cried. "After all I went through with Mike I'd virtually given up on finding a man who could make me happy. I was starting to imagine what it would be like to have a woman make love to me. Then I found Ian, and he is a great guy. I've no doubt my future is with him but there'll always be that question hanging over me. What if he hadn't come along?" "Well what he doesn't know won't hurt him," Amanda whispered as she tried to kiss Melissa's neck. "But I'll know," Melissa insisted. "And I can't live with the guilt." Amanda had become increasingly turned on at her friend's confession and rapidly racked her brain for a solution. "What do you think he'd say to a threesome?" she suggested. "I know it's meant to be every guy's fantasy, but I think he's the exception," Melissa said pessimistically. "Well there's only one way to find out," Amanda retorted. Melissa listened intently to her idea, and her lust towards Amanda finally prevailed as she agreed to follow the plan. CHAPTER THIRTEEN Ian had just sat down to watch TV when there was a knock at the door. Melissa answered it and was greeted by Amanda, in buckets of tears. They entered the living room and Melissa motioned for Ian to make himself scarce. Ian went into the kitchen but strained his ears as he tried to listen to the girls' conversation. Melissa could just see Ian standing motionless through the door, and knew what he was doing. She turned to Amanda and nodded that things were going as expected. Amanda audibly but subtly lied that her boyfriend had broken up with her. She had thought things were fine and then he suddenly told her she wasn't attractive. Ian wondered what was wrong with the guy - he was in love with Melissa but Amanda really tested his one-woman man morals. Melissa suggested to Amanda that they have an alcoholic drink. She went into the kitchen, pretending not to notice Ian's eavesdropping, and looked in the fridge. Seeing they had no orange juice, she told Ian that was Amanda's preferred mixer and she would have to go to the shop to get some more. Ian tried to reason that it would be better for him to get it and her to stay with Amanda but Melissa fobbed him off by saying she needed the exercise. She quickly picked up a box of tissues and put them on the coffee table in front of Amanda before she ran out the front door. As soon as Melissa shut the front door, Amanda started crying again. Ian sat on the sofa and wrapped his arm around Amanda, her head resting on his chest. Unsure what to say, Ian just let her get it out of her system as he had other things on his mind. His hand was hanging off Amanda's shoulder and he was using all his power to stop it touching her breast. Suddenly she moved forward to get a tissue and Ian's arm fell down, but before he could do anything, she sat back, trapping his arm against her bare hips. Her soft warm skin aroused Ian and he fought to hide the bulge in his jeans. The front door opened as Melissa returned but Ian stayed where he was - after all, it was all innocent, he was just comforting Amanda. But the hope of giving that impression was destroyed as when Melissa entered the room, Amanda decided to rest her head in Ian's lap. He sprung up, protesting it was all a mistake but his defence albeit truthful was shattering by his obvious erection. Melissa slapped Ian across the face and then turned her attention towards Amanda. They glared at each other angrily but could no longer contain themselves and burst out laughing at Ian before turning to each other again and launching into an intense kiss... Ian was confused about how to feel. On the one hand, he was witnessing his girlfriend effectively cheat on him, on the other he was watching two girls he was immensely attracted to getting passionate with each other. His animal instincts won, and as he smiled his approval, Melissa and Amanda continued the show. Their tongues finally unlocked and Melissa stared at Ian, letting out a seductive moan as Amanda started kissing her neck and undoing her blouse. Her eyes were inviting Ian to join in but he stood by his "good things come to he who waits" philosophy, much to the chagrin of his now raging erection. Ian was standing by the edge of the sofa and his crotch was hidden from view. This meant that, along with the straight look on his face, Melissa could not tell if he was being turned on as she intended so she stepped up the action. Amanda was kissing down her chest slowly, undoing each button as she went. Melissa sped this up by reaching underneath her chin and quickly undoing the blouse from the bottom. As she pushed her arms back and let the blouse fall off, Amanda sensed that Melissa wanted her to pick up the pace and reached behind to undo her bra, catching the nipple of a falling breast in her mouth before flinging the bra back at Ian's feet. He continued to hold in his raw emotion, eager to see just what lengths the two beauties before him would go to. Melissa emitted a genuine but exaggerated cry of pleasure, determined to break Ian's will and have him take part. Amanda unbuttoned Melissa's skirt and sharply pulled it down, along with her silk panties. Melissa had to steady herself on the sofa because she started going weak at the knees as Amanda slid a finger inside her pussy whilst continuing to suck on her nipple. Ian was straining to stop himself letting out an appreciative groan, and Melissa was getting slightly annoyed at her and Amanda's seeming inability to turn Ian on. Glancing at the table beside her, she plotted to use a wrestling technique to win him over. She lifted her hand off the sofa and pretended to be in the height of orgasm, flailing backwards and "accidentally" falling and hitting her head on the table. In reality, she had broken the fall with her hand, but she lay on the floor motionless. Ian was not fooled because he was used to watching stunts like that, but he was impressed with Melissa's wicked idea and decided to play along, though maybe not quite following the rules she had in mind... Amanda was the only person who hadn't figured out Melissa's tomfoolery and had a concerned look on her face as she bent over her. Suddenly she felt Ian's hands slipping underneath her halter top as he grabbed her from behind, rubbing his crotch against her ass, the skirt rising up over it. Amanda protested, shocked at Ian's apparent lack of interest in his girlfriend's "unconscious" state but Ian just used his weight to press her revealed lacy underwear against Melissa's bare pussy. Grinding his hips against her ass, Ian continued to force Amanda to stimulate Melissa. She fought her growing pleasure, desperate to push Ian away and check on her friend's condition but then Melissa let out an clearly ecstatic moan that made Amanda understand just what had happened. Now it was her turn to be fiendish. Reaching underneath her crotch she squeezed Ian's balls hard through his jeans, making him release the pressure on her. She then turned around, kneeling astride Melissa's face with her feet pinning Melissa's arms, hovering above her mouth high enough to stop Melissa's tongue reaching her crotch, but low enough to hide from sight what she was doing to Ian. Unzipping his jeans she pulled them down then did the same with his boxer shorts, finally freeing his aching cock. Opening her mouth wide, Amanda took the head of Ian's cock to the back of her throat and closed her lips over it. Just as Ian breathed a satisfied sigh, confident his relief was forthcoming, she withdrew completely. She stuck her tongue out, using the tip to lightly bounce against Ian's stiff balls, gently lifting them and letting them drop again. Then she ran it along the underside of Ian's shaft, reaching his head and taking it in her mouth. Her tongue circled swiftly around the head, always catching it from underneath before it could hit the soft lips it yearned for. Just as Ian was about to lose control of his patience and force Amanda's head down on his cock, she instinctively did so of her own accord, swallowing Ian whole and this time not letting go. She sucked vigorously, squeezing so hard with her lips and throat muscles that Ian was sure his cock would be flattened. Melissa could hear Ian's constant moans of pleasure and not being able to see or do anything was driving her crazy. Ian could see her agony and was desperate to do something to pleasure her but before he could decide what, his orgasm hit hard, the build up of juices brought on by the girls' show shooting violently into Amanda's mouth. Amanda didn't register the speed of the fluid hitting the back of her throat and effortlessly gulped down the never-ending flow. As Ian calmed he thought he would be able to tend to Melissa's needs, but Amanda wasn't having any of it. She didn't let up her hard sucking on Ian's cock and he hardened again. He managed to push her away from his cock but she just looked up with a evil gleam in her eyes and sprung up into him, sending them both flying over and onto the sofa. Ian stared up at Amanda in surprise as she grinned at him vampishly and proceeded to literally rip off his shirt, sending the buttons flying around the room. Throwing her head down, she planted hard kisses on his chest, sucking then biting his nipples. With ravenous desire she crawled off the sofa to tear his jeans and boxers completely away from his body. Melissa took this opportunity to take a piece of her man back from her friend and leapt over the sofa onto Ian. Fortunately Ian sensed this coming and tensed his body to avoid being winded. Melissa kissed Ian, their lips meeting like they had been apart for months, Ian holding her tight both for their mutual pleasure and to prevent Amanda regaining possession of his body. Amanda took the hint and lay down on the floor, looking up at the passionate couple and using their actions as stimulation whilst she rubbed her clit. Melissa and Ian finally released their kiss and she lay back on the sofa allowing Ian to get on top. He started to kiss her lightly, invoking the impression of the long foreplay they were used to, but his aching erection and her pounding pussy begged and then forced them to cut straight to penetration as Ian thrust hard and deep into Melissa's eagerly anticipating hole. Her pussy muscles acting like Chinese finger cuffs, clenching tighter and tighter around his cock as it moved inside her. He held himself up on the sofa as he bucked hard, pushing himself deeper into Melissa, her breasts shaking violently at the force he hit her with. Their climaxes came hit suddenly and Melissa dug her nails into Ian's ribs trying to hold herself as he filled her with his fresh supply of juice. Losing control, she flailed back in ecstasy, screaming loudly. Amanda was writhing on the floor, her fingers pumping in her pussy and exciting her beyond her normal peak. Harder and harder she thrust them, determined not to stop until her pleasure overpowered her. Her emotions finally exploding she let go, shuddering on the floor as her orgasm ripped through her body. Amanda had never experienced a climax so strong and was having trouble controlling it. She was anxious to calm down and tried to breathe. But she couldn't, as Melissa had promptly sat on her face, fully covering her with her dripping wet mound. Ian had dived straight into Amanda's crotch to stop her orgasm letting up and his tongue was flicking wildly deep inside of her, taking her to levels of unmanageable intensity. All she could do was in turn eat Melissa, her mouth trying to scream but instead making her lips roll over Melissa's clit and rub against her pussy. Her tongue darted into the hole and flapped around aimlessly. Melissa ground into Amanda's face, taking her tongue deeper. Her second orgasm exaggerated by the expression of Amanda's own sent her flying back, knocking Ian away. Their climaxes subsiding, Ian joined the girls in the middle of a three-way kiss, their tongues circling and swapping mouths, before he lay down with the girls heads resting on his shoulders, the adrenaline dying and their natural desire for sleep setting in. _______________________ Ian and Melissa woke together, holding each other on the soft carpet. Amanda had roused earlier and slipped out of the house. The lovers looked at each other, both hesitant about the other's reaction to the events of the night before. Ian broke the silence saying, "Well that was a surprise". Melissa looked concerned at his straight face until he smiled and continued, "But a nice surprise." "I was so worried you wouldn't approve. I don't want to make a habit of it but I had to satisfy my curiosity," said Melissa. "I wouldn't have suggested it but I am a hot-blooded male. When it was put on a plate in front of me I wasn't going to turn it down. I think once was probably enough though!" replied Ian. "The only thing I am worried about though is that we didn't use any protection." Melissa suddenly realised this as well but thinking about it told Ian, "Well, contrary to what you might think, Amanda is real adamant about safe sex normally. She's on the pill and makes the men wear condoms - she doesn't want anything to jeopardise her relationship with David," she explained. "As for me, I can take that morning-after thing, and I think I'll start taking the pill as well. We're both exclusive to each other so we don't really need to worry about catching anything, just stopping getting pregnant. And it would certainly allow us to be more spontaneous." "I don't mind either way," Ian assured her. "But I agree condoms aren't always available if we decide to do something on the spur of the moment." "I'll go to the chemist in the morning," Melissa decided. "Now shall we move to the bedroom?" CHAPTER FOURTEEN Melissa walked into the shop, which was empty apart from Amanda. "Listen," they both said simultaneously. "You go first," they said together again. Melissa paused, then confident she was going to be allowed to talk first said to Amanda, "Last night was wonderful, but it has to be a one-off. I love Ian, and being with you was different but I need more than sexual satisfaction." Amanda breathed a sigh of relief and answered, "I'm so glad you feel that way. You're right. It was an interesting experience but having both of you showed me how much I love a big hard co..." A customer entering the shop cut off Amanda's declaration and she went to serve him. She then decided that it was time for a coffee break, and noticing they were out of milk told Melissa she was walking into town to get some. As she left the newsagents with milk in hand, she bumped into Ian, who was running a similar errand. Smiling wryly at first, she then straightened her expression and decided to tell Ian that Melissa had explained things to her. "Melissa thinks you're one in a million," Amanda divulged. "And I think she's probably right." "Thanks, Amanda. That's really nice of you," Ian blushed slightly. Composing himself he asked, "Listen, do you know when Melissa's birthday is? I don't want to ask her as I'd like to take her completely by surprise." "You do seem to be good at that," said Amanda, smiling again. "But you better plan things fast - it's this Saturday!" "Luckily I'm very good at arranging things quickly," Ian quietly bragged. "Don't tell Melissa you've seen me." "Of course not," said Amanda, finishing the conversation and starting to walk back to the shop. _______________________ Melissa lay in bed, taking advantage of not having to work on the weekend. She brooded over that fact that she had not found a way to subtly tell Ian it was her birthday. With his romantic and passionate nature she could barely imagine what he would have lined up for her. Amanda had given her a card and perfume, and her parents had sent down some gift tokens but although pleased with these gifts, she felt quite despondent at missing out on a possible surprise from Ian. The doorbell interrupted her moping state. Slipping on her lacy dressing gown, she went to answer it. She could see Ian's figure through the glass and quickly opened the door. "Happy birthday, princess," Ian beamed, swiftly entering the house, closing the door, picking Melissa up and spinning her around. "H...How did you know?" Melissa asked, her mood drastically improving at the thought of what was to come. "A good romantic never reveals his sources," Ian said with a cheeky evasiveness. "Here's your present," he continued, handing her an envelope. Melissa tried to hide her disappointment - surely Ian had bought her more than gift tokens? Her jaw dropped when she opened the envelope however, as inside were two tickets for flights to New York. "Oh, Ian," she squealed, trying to contain her delight. She kissed him and gave him a big hug but as she stared again at the tickets over his shoulder, reality set in. She had known Ian for less than a month and he was paying for her to go on holiday. She knew they loved each other deeply but were they ready for such a big step? Ian sensed her concerns and tried to put them to rest. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "We've had this wonderful whirlwind romance without a great deal of substance to back up our feelings. But I'm a great believer that you know you're in love with someone long before you know why you're in love with them." Melissa could not argue with Ian's emotional justification but continued to try and talk herself out it. "What about the cost? I can't let you spend this much money on me." "For a start, if I couldn't afford it, I wouldn't have thought of it. And paying for two isn't that much more expensive than the single supplements I normally pay anyway. I can appreciate your independence, and if you really want to you can give me the money back in the future, but don't let your head rule your heart." Melissa finally gave in and agreed to Ian's plan but then noticed the flights were for the following day. Before she could question about getting time off work, Ian pre-empted her again.