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      Explicit
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      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M
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      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character
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  Additional Tags:
      Vomiting, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Sneaking, New_Year's_Eve, Come
      Swallowing, Pedophilia, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Deepthroating, Regret,
      POV_First_Person, POV_Female_Character, Female_Solo, Masturbation, Crying
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      Published: 2018-03-19 Completed: 2018-03-25 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3809
****** A Hard Year For Melanie ******
by jellymelly
Summary
     My parents' New Year's Eve party is fairly boring, until it gets a
     bit more interesting when I meet Adam.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** New Year's With Adam *****
     My parents had at least stopped introducing people to me. When the party
had just started I got trotted in front of everyone and my mom gave the little
speech "This is Melanie, she's in sixth grade. Doesn't she look so good in her
dress? We just got it for her." Followed by me saying hello and trying to smile
politely. The ones that knew me commented on how big I was getting. Some of
them changed the subject to something boring like work. Each time I'd try to
find a chance to wander away before someone else showed up, so I didn't have to
stand by the front door each time it opened and let cold in. The fitted velvet
dress didn't do much to help. It was a bit shorter than I was used to, no
sleeves, and it was cute enough. I didn't feel like I fit in though. Mom and
dad were dressed up too, but only a few people coming in were.
     Finally I ended up in the kitchen, near the food and the drinks. People
would come by and mostly ignore me, or ask me a little bit about school. The
were all just trying to be nice, didn't have anything to say and left after a
few minutes. They would go back to the loud music and even louder conversation
in the living room. I just wanted to go to bed, but it would be too loud, and
it was New Year's Eve. I had to stay up of course for that, and it was already
10:00 but I was so tired, just watching through to the other room and seeing
how drunk everyone was getting.
     He was making himself a drink when he started talking to me. He looked
old, not as old as my parents and he seemed to not be there with anyone. "So
what's your story, kiddo. Why are you just sitting there all night?"
     I just shrugged at first, not sure what to say to that for a moment as he
looked at me and took a sip of whatever he made. "I live here. And I dunno,
it's just boring."
     Chuckling, he sat down across from me at the table, looking across the
snack at me "Yeah, it is." He looked over his shoulder towards the living room
and back, "Probably even worse for you since it's just all old fucks. I mean
old farts." He smiled as he caught me laughing a little at him saying that, or
correcting himself. "Whatever, I'm sure you've fuckin' heard it before." He
took another sip, and it seemed like he'd already had a bit to drink already
through the night
     "Yeah, I've heard swears and stuff before." I heard a little snort from
him into his glass as I said it. "What?" I asked as he seemed to laugh at me.
     "Just that you call them 'swears'," he said and shook his head. I watched
him lean his head back and sigh, standing up with his drink. "I have to go out
for a smoke. Wanna come with?"
     "It's cold out there."
     "It's not that bad," he shrugged off his jacket to put in on my shoulders
and just headed for the back door. I wasn't sure what to do, but it seemed rude
just to sit in there with the jacket, and slipped out back after him. He was
leaned against the side of the house in the dim light from the windows. I
scooted around him to lean against the back of the house too, pulling the
jacket around me more. It was still cold. "Stuck here for the holiday and my
brother and his wife dragged me out here," he said before letting the smoke out
of his lungs. "I'm Adam." He held his hand out to me and I took it right away,
shaking it a little. It was big, and a bit rough, and it held onto my own hand
firmly for a shake.
     "Melanie," I said giving him that smile I gave to everyone at the party,
so used to it. He barely looked at me though, leaning back for another sigh.
There were a few moments where it was just quiet. My ears still rang from being
inside with all the conversations and I could still hear the muffled beyond the
door. He had some stubble on his chin and neck, up his cheeks a little. "I
guess we're both kinda stuck here. Sorry it's boring."
     "Not your fault. Just everyone in there already know each other. The only
person who talked to me for more than a few seconds is what, ten?"
     "Eleven," I said frowning up at him. I didn't mind that much, and I
understood but it happened all the time. He just took another drag of his
cigarette and laughed.
     "I probably shouldn't be out here just with out, people might think
something." He smiled over at me and I couldn't help smiling back. I knew what
he meant of course. People being worried that he's a perv. My parents hardly
knew who he was, I was sure. He seemed so nice though, and he wasn't really
some 'old fuck' like the rest of them. He was cute looking enough and I could
tell even though he was joking he was looking at me like that. I knew the way
boys at school looked at me and other girls, and he was giving me the same
thing. It was a curious, wanting to see more look, but never going to ask,
knowing it couldn't happen. I shrugged and laughed, looking out into the dark
back yard and happy that the low light hid the warmth I could feel in my
cheeks. "Sorry, you probably have enough to deal with without weird old
creeps."
     I watched him as he blew more smoke out into the backyard. "It's fine.
You're not treating me like a kid and being boring like everyone in there."
     He turned towards me with a serious look for the first time since I met
him "I'll treat you not like a kid." He reached down and unbuckled his belt. I
just watched, heart racing and amazed he was doing that. As the ends of his
belt stuck out from his pants he broke down laughing, reaching up to pull the
cigarette from his lips as he saw the look on my face as I bought it. "Shit,
that's not funny."
     "No, it's fine." I said shaking my head and laughing a little to myself,
still looking at his pants. My voice sounded funny, even to myself. I couldn't
hide the nervousness about the situation. He didn't say anything for a moment,
and set down his empty glass, as we just looked at each other. He hesitated a
moment, looking back towards the back door just a few feet away.
     "How fine?" He had a little smile on his face again, but I could tell he
was more serious. I could feel the rush through me again like when I first saw
him unbuckling.
     "I don't know." I said in almost a whisper, looking up at him and feeling
small, but forgetting the cold. His hands went down to his pants again, undoing
the button. I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I stared. I took a little
step back and he froze. Shaking my head no he quickly buttoned again and I said
"No, just... around the side." His eyes lit up, belt jingling as I backed up
more and went around the corner and he followed. I looked up at could see the
uncertainty in his eyes once we were there, sure it was in mine too. He undid
his pants quickly, not seeming to want to let himself back out of this.
     "Are you sure?" He asked, giving me one more chance, but I nodded right
away, looking at his boxers in the dim light peeking out of the V of his open
pants.
     "Yes." And that was all it took for his hand to slide into his underwear.
He gripped himself and pulled it out. I could see it right there, his penis. It
was half hard, hanging down smooth and pale in the dim light with dark hair
around the base. I had seen pictures at school, and a few on the computer I had
looked at myself. This was different. Seeing all of it, right there a foot away
with the flared head pointing down just a little. He gripped it and stroked up
and down the shaft, stiffening and standing up more.
     "Just going to watch?" He said with a nervous chuckle, not slowing as I
looked up at him.
     "Oh!" I fell to my knees in the cold grass, looking at it right in front
of my face as he throbbed harder as he took a few more quick strokes and let go
of it.
     "Fuck..." He muttered softly. "So uh... Melanie?" He asked uncertainly,
getting a little nod from me confirming he had my name right. "Melanie you can
suck it." He laughed to himself a little at saying that, shaking his head
"That's not what I mean just. If you want to." He went quiet as I leaned
forward, touching my lips to the head. It was so warm, and a little wet as he
let out a groan. My lips parted and I felt him slide in, getting my lips in
past the ridge of his cock head. "Fuck..." He groaned again to himself,
reaching to touch my hair and tuck a little behind my ear. I suckled and felt
him jump in my mouth, tasting the saltiness oozing onto my tongue.
     So there I was, sucking my first cock in my backyard. My parents and so
many other people just inside who could come and see at any time. This guy,
Adam inside my mouth, getting to taste his skin as he watched me. His face was
different once it was in, no longer the smile just watching, focused. His hips
started to move, pushing more into my mouth and I stayed still, not sure what
to do as he pushed in more, then slid it back. The whole head came out, lips
closing to a kiss at the very end before he pushed forward again, gently
touching my hair. He hissed a moment and whispered "Teeth." and right away I
opened my mouth wider "Ahhry..." was all I could mumble out to him with a
mouthful of cock, bringing back that little laugh of his "No, it's good. Really
good just... Ah fuck." His hips started moving, steadily moving in and out as I
stayed and sucked, feeling the underside rubbing my tongue.
     I gagged when he got too deep, bumping against the back of my mouth. I
squirmed on my knees and he sighed out, hand holding my head as he pushed to
get that far again "You're good... you're good..." He muttered, reassuring me
as he pumped into my mouth. I nodded to let him know I was doing alright, even
though it was hard to keep from getting him so wet with my saliva, jaw open and
lips trying to stay tight. He kept going for what felt like could be a minute
or twenty, sliding in and out, his flesh filling my mouth and his eyes down on
me. I wasn't expecting it at all when he pushed harder. He slid into my throat,
cockhead popping past something. There was just a moment of shock as he slid in
deeper once he was past that point, then I was heaving. I pulled away by
reflex, a hard gurgle from my throat. Some of the hummus and pita I had inside
came back up, half digested and hit the ground between his feet as I coughed
and spit.
     "Shit Melanie, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Adam asked, pulling my hair back
into a ponytail just to be sure. It stopped after the first rush of sickness.
     "Yeah." I sighed out, looking down at myself as I sat up. It wasn't on my
dress at least, I thought. I was about to tell him that, but I only managed to
get my mouth open to start to speak before he was at my lips again. Again he
filled my mouth, gripping my hair back in a pony as he pushed deep. I felt it
slip into my throat like before, gagging but not getting sick like before as my
throat tensed around him, trying to push out the intrusion. I drooled around
him as he fucked steadily in my little throat, still a few inches outside, but
most of it slipping in and out of my wet mouth. My eyes were watering, closed.
All I could feel was the tightness of pulling my hair, tugging me back and
forth, the grass under my knees and a grown up dick making me choke and gurgle
embarrassingly.
     "Fuck... fuck fuck." He muttered, then his cock jerked as he pulled back,
hips rocking slightly as he kept it out of my throat. "Unngh... ugh..." He
groaned out. It sounded so funny, but my mind was more on the thick and bitter
liquid filling my mouth. I held it at first, but there was so much that soon I
was swallowing so it didn't spill from my lips. A few more times his cock
jumped, each time a bit more delay between as he spurted more. There was just
his breathing and his cock still in my mouth as he softened and let go of my
hair.
     "Fuck, fuck fuck." He said again, this time very different, panicked and
looking down at me. He took a step back, slipping from my mouth and quickly
putting himself away and fixing his pants. He turned and was gone around the
corner in just a moment, leaving me there on my knees with the taste of cum in
my mouth.
     It was a few moments before I went inside. 11:43. I just went to my room,
not going through or even looking into the living room. I didn't even realize
until my door was closed that I had a jacket around my shoulders. Adam's
jacket. I went to my closet and pulled some sheets down from the shelf to put
it back there. No, mom would see changing my sheets. I knew she would. I went
to my dresser and pulled out all my tshirts, laying the jacket folded at the
bottom and putting most of the shirts back. That was all I could do, but it was
all I could do at that moment.
     I laid back onto my bed, dress still on. After a few minutes I could hear
from down the hall, the countdown from the crowd "Ten... Nine... Eight..."
***** Reflection *****
Chapter Summary
     I think about my night, myself, and how I had changed.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
     After the countdown I could hear things dying down outside my room. Less
and less people every minute, as I wondered if he left already. I could still
feel it sticking to the roof of my mouth, taste the bitterness of his cum. I
don't know how long I just laid there, looking up at the ceiling, legs hanging
off my bed. My door opening broke me out of that state, sitting up to see my
mom peeking in at me.
     "You still up?" She asked. She blinked at me, leaned against my doorway.
She had obviously had a few at the party, I knew what she looked like when she
had.
     I put on my best smile, and gave her a quick nod "Yeah. It was just loud
and I was waiting for everyone to go home and stuff. And it's New Year's so
it's okay right?" I was explaining too much, and I knew she had to know. I made
sure I sat up straight, legs pressed together, but not too much, hands at the
edge of my bed. She'd just look at me and know, and everything would be ruined.
     "Just try to get to sleep." She said, closing the door with a little smile
as she left. She didn't know at all. I sighed and looked around my room,
catching a look at myself in the mirror. My hair was still messy, a bit bunched
on the sides and the back. I hoped she wouldn't remember that or think about it
too much more, or she'd think it was just how I was laying.
     I stood up and got myself in front of the mirror. My hands were still
shaking as I reached back to undo the dress and pull it down to step out of it.
I pulled my bralette down off my arms and looked at myself. I didn't really
have anything on my chest, just enough of something to push my nipples out
embarrassingly against my clothes if I didn't have something else over them to
keep them in. They poked out now, stiff still from something. Fear, or
excitement. I fixed my light brown hair, to cover my ears again, falling over
my shoulders, but not far enough to cover my bumps. I saw my hand was resting
on my stomach, holding the knot I could feel in there as I looked over my pale
little body. I took my panties off, having trouble stepping out of them. They
caught on one ankle, making me hop on one foot to keep my balance. I threw them
to the ground frustrated, sighing to myself and looking at my shaking hands.
Everything felt so much more.
     I slid my hand down between my legs and felt it, my wetness. What little
hair I had was matted against my puffy outer lips. My heart jumped as I ran my
fingers over myself, closing my eyes as I pressed a bit harder. I looked at
myself again, spreading my legs slightly. I had a stupid look on my face, it
looked that way to me at least. Blank, lips parted just a little. I closed them
when I noticed. My knees were still dirty just a little from being in the
grass, and my shins too. I slid a finger between my lips, feeling my slickness
and warmth as I let out a hard breath through my nose.
     I didn't know why I was getting down onto my knees, but that's where I
ended up. I looked at myself like that. how I must have looked. My lips parted,
mouth opening as wide as I felt like I did for Adam, my tongue out just a
little. I could hear my fingers sliding against myself, one between my lips and
making little squishing noises as they pulled away from my wetness just to push
back. I stayed there, chest moving up and down slow as I breathed hard, rubbing
myself. I heard laughing in the hallway, my mom giggling to my dad I knew. I
scrambled to my feet and turned my light off quickly, standing still.
     "Good night Melanie." I heard my dad say with a little knowing laugh. Did
they know what I was doing, what was going on? They couldn't.
     "Night." I said back through the door, coming out as a little croaking
squeak. I stood there in silence for a moment in the dark. Their bedroom door
closed down the hallway. I sighed, breath rushing out of me as I pressed
against my warm slit again to rub. I walked to my bed as my eyes adjusted to
the light from my window, falling forward onto it. I pinned my hand under me,
softly rubbing as I pressed my face against the side of my pillow. My breath
was loud to myself, but I thought this would be quiet enough. They wouldn't
hear. I had heard them go to their room with mom laughing like that before. I
had heard things after too. I didn't want to hear them that night and wanted
them to just be quiet at least. They knew I would still be awake so maybe the
would be.
     A tense warmth in my tummy distracted me from the worry my mind had
wandered too. My hips rocked a little, just slowly as I rubbed against my
fingers. I was a cocksucker. I had heard about it at school, giving blowjobs
and being a cocksucker. Mostly it was boys trying to be gross, talking about
their boners and jizz. Adam had shot it, right into my mouth, and now it was
still in me. I felt my tummy tense up thinking about it, letting out a soft
whine against my pillow. I'd looked a little before online, seen pictures. But
I stopped quickly. I didn't want my parents to find out, or to get in trouble.
I would be in so much trouble for this.
     I couldn't hold back, it just came upon me. I let out a few hard sobs,
then took in a loud gulp of air. Tears welled up in my eyes and soaked into my
pillow, warm against my face. I pulled my hand from between my legs, careful
not to touch my sheets too much with my wet fingers. I tried not to be too
loud, but I sniffled and gasped for breath as I cried there against my pillow.
It took me a few minutes to stop. It left me blank, just so tired. I just laid
there, replaying bits of it, but not much together. I could hardly focus on any
of it.
     I woke up feeling strange. I had slept on top of my sheets, naked,
definitely not the way I was used to. I sat up slowly, looking down at myself,
remembering right away the last night. It didn't feel like a dream, it was very
real. I got up slowly, rubbing my eyes. I got my dress and undies off the
floor, getting my panties back on. I put on my sleeping clothes, shorts and a
t-shirt and peeked out of my door. I didn't know why I was, I was just going to
go to the bathroom. It would look perfectly normal and right. Mom and dad would
be sleeping still anyway I was sure. They didn't have work or anything.
     I was under the water in the shower when I heard my parents up and moving
around. The water was too hot for me when I got it, but I left it there until
it got lukewarm. I dried off and walked to my room wrapped in a towel. I knew
my parents had to be out in the kitchen, but they weren't too loud. I couldn't
hear what they were saying. I though to myself as I got dressed that I just had
to keep acting normal.
Chapter End Notes
     A bit of a shorter chapter with not much action, but there should be
     more to come.
End Notes
     This is my first time writing something like this. If you read it and
     like it, let me know! Also let me know if you have any suggestions or
     see mistakes.
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