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Cabin Cousins: Part 3
Cabin Cousins: Part 3
The love between Charles and Melissa grows.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.
Chapter Eleven
I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear
as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel
excitedly asked, "Hello?".
"Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with
an equal amount of excitement.
"I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.
"I miss you too."
Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last
couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I
absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour,
before we were both running out of things to say.
"When can we see each other again?" She asked the
question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."
"I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all
of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends
off in a row."
"Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My
bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."
"What about the weekend after that? I could probably
get it off." I asked hopefully.
"Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is
Halloween! We could go to a party?"
"That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I
asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.
"Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around
to overhear us."
We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older
brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.
"I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to
make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in
Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of
keeping our relationship a secret.
"I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking
with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work
early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."
"Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was
evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here," I said, already excited at the
prospect of talking with her again.
"I love you, Charles."
Those simple words made my heart flutter.
"I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an
unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.
I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less
than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in
Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about
being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I
jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I
would do alone in her apartment.
When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell
phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she
couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it
just to make sure she could talk to me.
We talked every night for the next week and a half and made
our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and
then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley,
was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were
going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that
they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa
playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take
care of getting our costumes together.
I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who
had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and
had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use
visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my
parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)
"You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing.
"But I got you, bro."
The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart
tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice
in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous
call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything
particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell
her, and taste her on my lips.
The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was
taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long
shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the
money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store
she worked at anyway.
My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled
with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one
more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business
trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.
I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who
was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I
could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said
that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and
laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.
On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line
to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next
to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I
realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of
those too. Sales strategy: successful.
I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and
drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a
two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't
wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and
my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her
cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each
other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.
So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my
exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away
now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I
pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my
heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to
knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number
ten.
Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she
was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a
moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas
present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.
Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as
she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling
deeply.
"You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a
bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.
She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than
I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All
I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.
She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass
and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she
wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us
wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.
She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the
door. "It's cold out here, come inside."
"I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back
to my truck.
"Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda
sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it
didn't latch.
I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard
against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment.
In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a
small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk
and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just
enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of
that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.
The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean,
and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds,
but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale
pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.
I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards
the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay
beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes
were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed
in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly
tossing my work clothes on the floor.
Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the
bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then
slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid
further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses.
When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm,
eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could
feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside
and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I
could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia.
She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back
down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me,
desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and
licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed
across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure.
I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my
tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on
my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I
changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I
licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes
accordingly.
We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in
time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick
sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her
breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body
continuing to twitch periodically.
I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up
her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down
from her explosive orgasm.
I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her
pleasure was my pleasure.
Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out.
"Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head
urgently. "Come here."
As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet
face and smeared it on my cock.
The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and
when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I
could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me
as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump
my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts.
We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into
each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made
stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we
became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as
beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun.
With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she
started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like
'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable
urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her
pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a
singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I
filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both
exclaimed in exultant joy at the release.
I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed
quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter
awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach
such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like
mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of
my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity.
Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in
kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but
I said them anyway.
"I love you, Melissa," I whispered.
"I love you, Charles." She whispered back.
We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the
come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft,
and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I
felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began
to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with
Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I
moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away
from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her
ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with
contentment.
"Melissa?"
"Hmm?" She responded.
"When I got here, what did you mean when you said that
I was real?"
"It was because of a dream I had last night." She
said, somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those
dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited
and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was
disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some
reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single
mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I
came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so
lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't
actually exist."
"I'm here," I said. "All of this really
happened."
"I know." She moved my hand that was around her
chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just
stuck with me all day, you know?"
"Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a
pang of sympathy.
She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've
got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had
anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except
you."
I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to
her chest.
She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at
the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time
growing up that I can remember being truly happy."
"What about your parents?" I asked cautiously,
still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an
uncomfortable subject.
"I don't want to think about them right now."
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I
might have upset her.
She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can
talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my
arms tight around her. "Not right now."
I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness,
and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand.
I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In
making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that
fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my
entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed
her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair.
We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell
that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow
steady breath until it lulled me to sleep.
Chapter Twelve.
I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was
just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we
were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last
time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a
note on the pillow next to me.
It read:
"I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were
sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run,
be back soon. Love, Melissa."
I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily
sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just
have to make up for it later.
I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed
to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it
last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries
pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard
a key turn the lock on the front door.
Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me
walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had
been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I
approached.
She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
"Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her
another quick kiss.
Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot
and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her
sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought
looked very sexy on her athletic figure.
"I need a shower." She said.
Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned
in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her
neck.
She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said.
"Uh, gross."
With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep
through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin
of her neck again. "I love the way you taste."
She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look
on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her
insecurities.
"Come shower with me," She said softly.
I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The
tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced
closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped
off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear,
sending them to my ankles.
She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her
face, kissing her sweetly.
She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive
expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave
you?"
I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able
to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth
from when I had shaved the previous morning.
With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I
caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the
thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her
face, I was open to the idea.
"Okay," I replied.
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Chapter Eleven
I pressed the green 'send' button and put my phone to my ear
as it began to ring. It rang only once before the clear voice of an angel
excitedly asked, "Hello?".
"Hi, Melissa! I made it home safe," I replied with
an equal amount of excitement.
"I miss you already," Melissa said with a sigh.
"I miss you too."
Hearing her voice and remembering the events of the last
couple of days, made me hard. As we talked, about nothing in particular, I
absently rubbed my erection through my jeans. We talked for about an hour,
before we were both running out of things to say.
"When can we see each other again?" She asked the
question I know she had been dying to ask since she first said hello."
"I'm already on the schedule to work open to close all
of next weekend, and I don't think I could get away with taking two weekends
off in a row."
"Yeah, I have to work too." She said. "My
bosses are going out of town, so there's no way I could get out of it."
"What about the weekend after that? I could probably
get it off." I asked hopefully.
"Me too." Then, excitedly. "That Saturday is
Halloween! We could go to a party?"
"That sounds like fun. Up there, or down here?" I
asked, meaning where she lived in Duluth, or where I did in the Twin Cities.
"Up here. There won't be any brothers sneaking around
to overhear us."
We both laughed, still slightly embarrassed that my older
brother Mark had heard us making love in my tent before dawn that very morning.
"I'll figure out what party we'll go to. You need to
make up a convincing excuse for your parents on why you're going to be in
Duluth all weekend." She said, reminding us both of the importance of
keeping our relationship a secret.
"I can do that." I didn't want to stop talking
with Melissa ever, but I knew I had to. Sighing, I said. "I have to work
early tomorrow. I should go get something to eat and get to bed."
"Yeah, me too," Her reluctance to end the call was
evident. "I'll call you at about eight tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here," I said, already excited at the
prospect of talking with her again.
"I love you, Charles."
Those simple words made my heart flutter.
"I love you, Melissa," I replied, and in an
unspoken agreement that we wouldn't say goodbye, we both ended the call.
I sat there for a while, my heart still fluttering. In less
than two weeks, I'll see her again. This time, I'll be going to her place in
Duluth. The idea of spending a weekend with her, without having to worry about
being found out, made me almost giddy with excitement. That night, when I
jerked off before falling asleep, it was with the thought of what Melissa and I
would do alone in her apartment.
When she called me the next day, it was with her new cell
phone. She said she had to get one because now she had important calls that she
couldn't miss. It wasn't a big thing, but it felt good that she would do it
just to make sure she could talk to me.
We talked every night for the next week and a half and made
our plans for the upcoming weekend. I would go up after work Friday night, and
then on Saturday, we would go to a party that one of Melissa's friends, Ashley,
was already planning on going to. Melissa excitedly explained that we were
going to double date with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, James and that
they already had a plan for a costume theme. As curious as I was, Melissa
playfully refused to tell me what the theme was, saying that she would take
care of getting our costumes together.
I had gotten in touch with a high school friend of mine who
had started classes at the state university. Rob was a year older than me and
had been living in a dorm on campus. I asked him straight up if I could use
visiting him as an excuse for being in Duluth with a girl I didn't want my
parents to know about. (I specifically did not mention who this girl was.)
"You'll owe me one." He had said, laughing.
"But I got you, bro."
The days went by slowly, the growing ache in my heart
tempered only by our nightly phone calls. Knowing that I would hear her voice
in the evening, was something I looked forward to from the moment the previous
call ended. I loved our talks, even when neither of us had anything
particularly interesting to say. But I needed more. I needed to hold her, smell
her, and taste her on my lips.
The most anticipated Friday had finally come. Since I was
taking the rest of the weekend off, my boss had convinced me to work a long
shift. A twelve-hour shift that started at eight in the morning sucked, but the
money was nice. Besides, Melissa had to work until eight to close up the store
she worked at anyway.
My work was busy most of the day, the store being filled
with people buying last-minute Halloween decorations, or supplies to get one
more project done while the weather was still decent. In the evening, business
trailed off, and by six-thirty, the store was nearly empty.
I tracked down the outdoor lumberyard supervisor, Gary, who
was my immediate boss. I asked him if since it was so dead in the store, I
could leave early. He laughed and asked if I had a hot date. I grinned and said
that yeah, I actually did. He made shooing gestures at me with his hands and
laughed again, telling me to hurry up and get out of there.
On my way out of the store, I went through a checkout line
to buy a pack of breath mints. I saw disposable cameras hanging on a hook next
to all the other assorted impulse-buy items they had on display there. I
realized that I didn't have a single picture of Melissa, so I bought one of
those too. Sales strategy: successful.
I had packed my bag the night before, so I left work and
drove directly onto the freeway to head north. It was a little more than a
two-hour drive to Duluth, but it seemed to take twice that long. I couldn't
wait to hold Melissa again. My mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, and
my pants got tight when I thought of the moans she would make as I made her
cum. I had done some "research" in the time we had last seen each
other, and I had a few new things I wanted to try.
So lost was I in my imagination, that I almost missed my
exit. I pulled off the freeway, and onto Grand Ave. I was less than a mile away
now, and the closer I got to her apartment, the more my anticipation grew. As I
pulled into the parking lot, and stopped my truck next to Melissa's Toyota, my
heart was pounding with excitement. I got out of my truck and was about to
knock on her door, the one marked (appropriately, I thought) with the number
ten.
Before I could knock, the door swung inwards, and there she
was. Dressed in gray sweatpants and a pale pink tank top, she stood there for a
moment, grinning at me like a little kid who had just opened a Christmas
present to find the thing she had wanted most in the whole world.
Suddenly, she leaped forward and nearly knocked me over as
she wrapped her arms around me. She buried her face against my neck, inhaling
deeply.
"You're real." She said softly. She pulled back a
bit and giggled when she saw the slightly confused expression on my face.
She kissed me, deeply and passionately. It was sweeter than
I had dreamed about, more delicious than, well, words fail to describe it. All
I can say is that after nearly two weeks apart, kissing her was pure bliss.
She made a soft moan into my mouth when I grabbed her ass
and pulled her in tight to me. I could feel through her sweatpants that she
wasn't wearing panties, and my cock twitched at the thought. Neither of us
wanted to stop the kiss, but I felt her shiver in the crisp night air.
She broke off the kiss and took a half step towards the
door. "It's cold out here, come inside."
"I gotta grab my backpack," I said pointing back
to my truck.
"Close the door tight when you come in, it kinda
sticks." She said, dashing inside and closing the door just enough so it
didn't latch.
I grabbed my bag, and hurried in, bumping my back hard
against the door until the latch clicked. I got my first look at her apartment.
In a word, it was small. It was pretty much a converted motel room. There was a
small living room in the front, nearly filled with just a couch, a small desk
and chair, and a TV stand. Behind the couch was a countertop island, and just
enough kitchen space to fit a refrigerator, a stove, and a sink. To the side of
that, was a narrow hallway that I assumed led to the bathroom and bedroom.
The furnishings were second-hand, but the place was clean,
and had a somewhat cozy feel to it. I had taken all this in in a few seconds,
but then my eyes noticed something. On the floor in the living room was a pale
pink tank top, the one Melissa had been wearing just a moment before.
I dropped my backpack next to the door and started towards
the hallway. Though the front room was brightly lit, the hall and what lay
beyond was dark. I found her sweatpants, then a little farther, a bra. My eyes
were slowly becoming adjusted to the dark, and I could see the outline of a bed
in the middle of a small room. As I approached, I began to undress, carelessly
tossing my work clothes on the floor.
Now completely naked, I put my hands down on the edge of the
bed and found her perfect bare feet. I caressed her soles for a moment, then
slowly ran my hands up her legs. As I climbed onto the bed, my hands slid
further up, and I followed them with a trail of light kisses.
When my face reached her groin, I could feel her squirm,
eager for my touch. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal and could
feel the heat of her radiating onto my face. Gently, I pushed her knees aside
and slid my palms up her inner thighs. I lowered my face, and as softly as I
could, I ran the tip of my tongue up the length of her labia.
She inhaled sharply and shuddered. I moved my tongue back
down, with the gentlest of contact, and she rocked her hips towards me,
desperate for me to do more. Slowly, I pushed my tongue against her hole, and
licked her fully, her lips spreading as my tongue moved up. When it brushed
across her clit, she twitched and groaned in pleasure.
I closed my mouth over her, and lapped gently, running my
tongue between her lips and across her clit over and over. She put her hands on
my head, holding my face to her as her moans grew louder. Every so often, I
changed the motion of my tongue, how fast it went, and how hard or softly I
licked her, paying close attention to how her body reacted, and making changes
accordingly.
We fell into a rhythm, where she started rocking her hips in
time with my tongue, and with every motion she expelled her rapid breath quick
sharp groan. Suddenly, her hands grasped my hair tightly, and she held her
breath as her whole body convulsed. She let out a long satisfied moan, her body
continuing to twitch periodically.
I licked slowly alongside, and below her pussy, lapping up
her delicious juices. She continued to moan, becoming quieter as she came down
from her explosive orgasm.
I felt so much joy that I was able to do this to her. Her
pleasure was my pleasure.
Finally, when she was able to speak, she gasped out.
"Oh my God that was intense!" She pulled on the back of my head
urgently. "Come here."
As I moved up, I quickly swiped a hand over my soaking wet
face and smeared it on my cock.
The hands on the back of my head led my lips to hers, and
when our mouths met, I guided my cock into her, burying myself as deeply as I
could. We both exhaled a grunt of pleasure. Her legs wrapped tightly around me
as we kissed furiously, losing ourselves to unbridled desire. I began to pump
my cock in and out of her with deep, hard thrusts.
We had to stop kissing to breathe, so we just stared into
each other's eyes. The connection we had made two weeks ago was somehow made
stronger with our separation. As we gave ourselves completely to each other, we
became something so much greater than ourselves. We were a single being, as
beautiful as it was indestructible, burning brighter than the sun.
With every stroke, her legs pulled me into her, and she
started gasping out the occasional word in her sharp exhalations, words like
'yes' and 'harder' and 'faster'. As I felt my orgasm building with unstoppable
urgency, I could feel Melissa's build. In a positive feedback loop, her
pleasure fueled my own, which in turn fueled hers. Again, as if we were a
singular creature, we climaxed together. We never once broke eye contact as I
filled her with my seed, and she spasmed tightly around my cock. We both
exclaimed in exultant joy at the release.
I held her face with my hands, and she held mine. We kissed
quickly, as we both struggled to catch our breath. I was in a state of utter
awe. Before Melissa, I could never have imagined that it was possible to reach
such a state of physical and emotional euphoria. Melissa's eyes were like
mirrors to my soul. I saw reflected there, all the love I felt for her, all of
my wonder, and my sense of ultimate unity.
Saying the words 'I love you' and hearing her respond in
kind, would be so inadequate a way to express how we felt about each other, but
I said them anyway.
"I love you, Melissa," I whispered.
"I love you, Charles." She whispered back.
We nuzzled each other's necks, both still buzzing in the
come-down from our glorious lovemaking. Eventually, though, my cock went soft,
and she made that adorable disappointed noise when it slipped out of her. I
felt a bit of disappointment of my own, as the weariness of my long day began
to set in, and I knew that I didn't have it in me to have a second go with
Melissa. She reluctantly released me from the vise-like grip of her legs, and I
moved onto my side next to her. She turned and lay on her side, facing away
from me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, and she wiggled her
ass until my sex-slick cock rested between her cheeks. She sighed with
contentment.
"Melissa?"
"Hmm?" She responded.
"When I got here, what did you mean when you said that
I was real?"
"It was because of a dream I had last night." She
said, somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's kind of silly now, but it was one of those
dreams that seem so real. I dreamed that I was here waiting for you. I waited
and waited, and you never showed up. So I called you, and your number was
disconnected. I looked in my diary, I don't even have a diary, but for some
reason, I did in the dream, and it was all just boring stuff. Not a single
mention of you at all, not even from when we were just kids. In the dream, I
came to the realization that I had imagined everything, that I had become so
lonely that I made up my perfect guy, my perfect best friend, and you didn't
actually exist."
"I'm here," I said. "All of this really
happened."
"I know." She moved my hand that was around her
chest up to her lips, kissing it. "It's just that it seemed so real, it just
stuck with me all day, you know?"
"Have you been that lonely?" I asked, feeling a
pang of sympathy.
She nodded slowly. "For as long as I can remember. I've
got friends, but I've never been super close to any of them. I've never had
anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to just be myself. No one except
you."
I gave her a little squeeze, and she held my arm tightly to
her chest.
She continued speaking. "I lived for those weekends at
the cabin with you. It was the only thing I looked forward to, the only time
growing up that I can remember being truly happy."
"What about your parents?" I asked cautiously,
still not knowing the story about what happened, and whether or not it was an
uncomfortable subject.
"I don't want to think about them right now."
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrified that I
might have upset her.
She kissed my hand again. "It's okay, really. We can
talk about them tomorrow if you want, just..." She yawned and pulled my
arms tight around her. "Not right now."
I felt such empathy towards her. Hearing of her loneliness,
and imagining what was behind it, hurt my heart, as if I had felt it firsthand.
I made another silent vow to myself, that I would never let her feel alone. In
making that vow, I knew, as surely as I knew that gravity pulls down, or that
fire was hot, that I would be there for her forever. I would happily devote my
entire life to her, with zero regrets. It was simply the way it was. I kissed
her bare shoulder and nuzzled my face into her hair.
We were both silent after that, and very soon, I could tell
that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and listened to her slow
steady breath until it lulled me to sleep.
Chapter Twelve.
I awoke alone in Melissa's bed. I checked my watch, it was
just after nine in the morning. I had arrived at about nine last night, and we
were both asleep not all that long after that. I couldn't remember the last
time I had slept for that long. It felt good. As I stretched, I discovered a
note on the pillow next to me.
It read:
"I wanted to ravish you this morning, but you were
sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. I went for a run,
be back soon. Love, Melissa."
I was sure that, given the choice, I would always happily
sacrifice some sleep to be ravished by Melissa. I smiled to myself. We'll just
have to make up for it later.
I found my underwear in a corner, pulled them on, and headed
to the bathroom to take a leak. I retrieved my bag from where I had dropped it
last night, carefully tucked Melissa's note away, and dug out my toiletries
pouch. I had brushed my teeth and was rinsing with some mouthwash when I heard
a key turn the lock on the front door.
Melissa pushed the door closed, and smiled when she saw me
walking out of the hallway. She kept it very warm in her apartment, so I had
been fine to stay in just my boxer briefs. She eyed me up and down as I
approached.
She moved quickly into my open arms, and we kissed briefly.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
"Good morning, beautiful," I replied, giving her
another quick kiss.
Despite the below-freezing temperature outside, she was hot
and sweaty from her exercise. She took off her windbreaker and pulled her
sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a black sports bra, that I thought
looked very sexy on her athletic figure.
"I need a shower." She said.
Her exposed skin glistened with sweat. On impulse, I leaned
in and licked her, from the middle of her chest, all the way up the side of her
neck.
She giggled and squirmed a bit and halfheartedly said.
"Uh, gross."
With my face still against her neck, I breathed in deep
through my nose. "I love the way you smell." I licked the sweaty skin
of her neck again. "I love the way you taste."
She pulled back slightly so she could see me, and the look
on her face told me that I had just taken a huge stride in squashing one of her
insecurities.
"Come shower with me," She said softly.
I followed as she led me by the hand to the bathroom. The
tiny space felt cramped with two people in it, but I loved the enforced
closeness with Melissa. As sensually as she could in the space, she stripped
off the rest of her clothes, then tugged down on the waistband of my underwear,
sending them to my ankles.
She kept her hands on my waist, and I put a hand to her
face, kissing her sweetly.
She bit the corner of her lower lip, in a pensive
expression. "Will you..." She asked slowly. "Let me shave
you?"
I brushed a hand across my face. What facial hair I was able
to grow was fine, blonde, and didn't grow very fast. My face still felt smooth
from when I had shaved the previous morning.
With a nervous smile, Melissa pointedly glanced down, and I
caught her meaning. I had never shaved down there before, and honestly, the
thought had never occurred to me. Seeing the slightly hopeful expression on her
face, I was open to the idea.
"Okay," I replied.
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