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Cabin Cousins: Part 3

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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.

Her face lit up. "Really?"

I nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yeah."

She gave me a quick kiss and started rummaging in a box

under the sink. She found what she was looking for, holding up a professional-looking
electric trimmer.

"First step." She said, getting down on her knees

in front of me. She plugged it in and adjusted the little lever that set the
trim length. "Ready?"

I nodded, finding myself slightly amazed that I felt no fear

or hesitation in what she was about to do.

She turned on the clippers, and it made a snapping noise,

before buzzing loudly. With care, she began to trim above my cock, and big
clumps of my curly blonde hair began falling to the tile floor. She patted the
closed toilet lid, and I put a foot there, my legs spreading enough so she
could get at the rest of me.

Carefully, she trimmed one side, then the other, gently

holding my erect cock aside as she worked. Then she moved to my balls, holding
them as she trimmed up from my perineum. I shivered involuntarily from the
vibrations of the trimmer on my most sensitive and private areas. She looked up
at me with a smile. I could tell that she was enjoying herself immensely.

"That feels good," I said, smiling down at her.

She finished with my balls, taking great care in pulling the

skin smooth as she trimmed. Before shutting the trimmer off, she held the side
of it flat against my perineum and balls. I made a low moan as the powerful
vibrations made my whole groin tingle. I was disappointed when the trimmer
clicked off. I could see by her satisfied smile that she had made a mental note
of how I had responded to that. My cock twitched at the thought of what she
would do with that information.

She blew hard and brushed her hands over me to get the loose

bits of hair off. It felt significantly more drafty down there, and her hands
felt cool on my nearly bare skin. The sensation of her hands on the short
remnants of my pubic hair was very different, but not in a bad way. She stood
and kissed me, then reached in and turned on the shower.

She held her hand under the water until it was hot, then

stepped in, pulling me in behind her. She had the temperature set much higher
than I usually like it, but I got used to it very quickly. I held her in my
arms and we kissed passionately as the water cascaded over us. She reluctantly
ended the kiss and handed me a bottle of shower gel. "Wash me." She
demanded, with desire in her eyes.

I squirted gel into my hands, and knelt, deciding to start with

her legs, knowing they must be sore from her run. I scrubbed with my hands,
massaging her muscles from her feet to her thighs, first one leg, then the
other. I loved the feel of her strong muscles and the firm contours they made.
Her sighs of relief, when I devoted extra time to deeply massaging her calves
and thighs, told me that I was right to start here.

Melissa tended to wear loose-fitting clothes, like baggy

jeans or sweatpants. I understood why. Her legs weren't what would be called
'classically feminine', and so she felt insecure about how they looked. I
thought they were glorious, particularly in the fact that her thighs didn't
touch, leaving a one-inch gap that left nothing unseen. I added this to the
list of her insecurities that I intended to squash.

I stood and kissed her briefly. Using more of the flowery

scented gel, I washed her upper body, starting from her shoulders, and working
my way down both arms. Again, I took my time, massaging her toned muscles, and
getting more satisfied sighs for my efforts. I scrubbed her chest, getting a
moan from her as I briefly swirled my soapy hands around her erect nipples. My
hands moved across her flat belly, and though I couldn't see her six-pack, I
could feel the definition of her muscles under her smooth skin.

In the days after our first weekend as lovers, I had thought

about the disparity in physical form between us. I wasn't fat, or even chubby.
However, I didn't regularly work out or exercise, apart from what I got while
at work, so I wasn't in nearly as good of shape as Melissa was. I had been
afraid that I would become intimidated by her. Massaging her muscles like this,
and feeling her strength, I freely admit that she was stronger than myself.
Instead of being intimidating, I found it to be incredibly sexy, and
motivating. She was a goddess, and I worshiped her with all of my being. I felt
a drive within me to better myself so that she could feel the same way about
me.

I moved my hands to her groin, scrubbing her in a way that,

while not overtly sexual, was incredibly sensuous. I slid a hand between her
legs, cupping her ass from below, then ran my soapy finger through her crack.
Feeling bold, and curious as to how she would react, I paid extra attention to
her asshole, rubbing it briefly with the tip of my middle finger. I looked up
at her when I did this. Her eyes were closed, and her smile got a little wider
as she made a small indistinct sound of pleasure at the backdoor contact.

I rinsed my hands and got more gel. I moved in close, and

she draped her arms around my shoulders as my cock nestled between her legs. I
scrubbed her back, massaging as I moved slowly down from her shoulders to her
ass. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted some into my palm.

"Don't wash all of my hair, just close to my

scalp." She said, turning her back to me, and raising her chin.

I did my best and managed to keep the suds from dripping

into her eyes. I massaged her scalp with my fingertips, which she seemed to
particularly enjoy. After rinsing her hair, I used her conditioner, and under
her direction, on only the hair below her shoulders.

I've got two older sisters, and plenty of female cousins,

aunts, and nieces, so I knew that women have very specific routines that they
follow with their hair. What instructions Melissa gave, I followed to the best
of my ability. If I did it wrong, she didn't seem to care. When she turned to
face me, her face had the same serene contentment that it had when she was
asleep in my arms.

She kissed me and said. "That was amazing. I want to be

washed like that every single day for the rest of my life."

"I want that too," I said.

A ghost of a plan began to form in my mind, and as she began

to return the act, washing me with as much care as I had washed her, it grew.
It was an inspiration that seemed so perfect, I knew that it had to be right.
As she washed me, a portion of my mind thought about what I needed to do later
that day.

Feeling her soapy hands on my body was heavenly, and

surprising in its feeling of intimacy. I found myself sighing and groaning in
pleasure as her hands relaxed all tension from my body.

As she scrubbed my hair with her shampoo, she giggled.

"What?" I asked, finding her giggling infectious.

"I just realized, you're going to smell just like me

for the rest of the day."

"So I'm going to smell awesome? Sweet." I replied,

leaning my head under the water as she rinsed my hair.

That done, she reached out beyond the shower curtain and

came back with a small bottle of shave gel and a bright pink razor.

"You sure you're okay with this?" She asked.

"Yes," I said with a reassuring smile. I had told

her in my tent two weeks ago, that she could do anything that she wanted to do
me and that I would love it because it was her doing it. While that was still
true, I did want to know what it was like to be hairless.

She had me sit on the little built-in bench in the shower,

and spread my legs wide. She sat on the floor, close to me, and applied the
shaving gel. My cock, having gone soft during the relaxing experience of having
my body washed, returned to rock-hard status at her gentle touch.

She giggled. "That will make things easier." She

picked up the razor and prepared herself to begin.

She took a deep breath, and I could tell that she was

nervous.

"Hey," I said gently, and she looked up, meeting

my eyes. "I trust you."

That seemed to be exactly what she needed to hear, and she

began. She took her time, methodically shaving every bit of me. I will admit to
feeling a small twinge of anxiety at feeling the blades of her pink razor
moving across my most sensitive skin, but I really did trust her. I watched her
steady hands as she worked, and felt a whole new kind of intimacy with Melissa.
Feeling the trust I had for her, to overcome any fears I might have had and let
her do this, was wonderful.

She finished, and we stood. She used her hands to assist in

rinsing me off, and I was amazed at how smooth her touch felt on me. I explored
my freshly shaved skin, feeling the smoothness for myself.

"What do you think?" She asked, a bit nervously.

"I like it," I answered truthfully. "It's so

smooth."

She smiled, her relief plain to see.

"It looks bigger," I said.

It was her turn to attack one of my insecurities. I wasn't

small, and by American standards, I was a little longer than average. But every
single man on Earth is insecure to some degree about the size, shape, and
appearance of his cock. Just, some more than others.

"It's the perfect size for me. I don't need it to be

bigger."

She put her hands on me again, one around my cock, and the

other cupping my balls, this time in a way that was decidedly more sexual. I
put my arms around her and kissed her deeply as she continued to fondle me. I
trailed a hand down her body and between her legs, teasing her with my fingers.

Breaking off our kiss, I said. "I need to be inside of

you." Her eyes told me that the need was mutual.

She turned around, leaning against the shower wall. She

arched her back, sticking her gorgeous ass out towards me, and giving it a
little wiggle.

I guided my cock into her pussy, sliding in slowly. She let

out a satisfied sigh, and pushed back into me, her desire for me to be fully
inside her, as great as my own.

I had been hard for nearly the whole time since she had

returned from her run, and the anticipation had built enough that I knew that I
wouldn't last very long. So when I began to fuck her, I did it very slowly.
Sometimes I would move as slowly as I could, taking thirty seconds or more to
pull my cock out of her until I was almost fully out, before reversing
direction and taking another thirty seconds to bottom out again. I loved
watching the way her vagina stretched around me.

Though it was not as intense of an experience as when I

pounded into her as fast and as hard as I could, like we did last night, she
seemed to be enjoying it immensely. She seemed to like it the most when I
entered her as slowly as possible, and when I did that again, I could tell that
she was getting close to cumming. As I ever so slowly slid into her, she moaned
with her impending climax, and I had to use my hands on her hips to keep her from
slamming back into me. If she liked this technique enough to cum, I wanted to
make her cum with just the one type of motion.

As my cock crept ever deeper, her breathing got heavier.

When finally I bottomed out and pulled her tightly back onto me, she came. I
smiled as her pussy gripped me tightly, and she shuddered uncontrollably. Still
twitching from her orgasm, she pulled herself off of me, and spun around,
kissing me intensely.

I pushed myself against her, and we bumped back into the

shower wall. Melissa lifted a leg and wrapped it around my waist, holding me in
close. I reached down and guided my cock into her again, and she moaned loudly.
Freely losing myself to our shared passion, I began to thrust into her.

She had her arms over my shoulders, holding on tightly.

Suddenly, she put her full weight down onto my shoulders, then took her other
foot off the floor, wrapping it around me. I reached down and grabbed her ass,
lifting her so she could get a better hold around my waist with her legs. With
her legs around me, my hands under her ass, and her back against the wall, she
was able to take her weight off my shoulders. She cradled my face in her hands
and we stared into each other's eyes as I began to pound into her.

I didn't know if it was the angle of my entry or the novelty

of the position, but she was almost immediately on the verge of cumming again.
As it was last night, the feedback loop of our ecstasy was built with
unstoppable quickness, and we both cried out as we came. She squeezed me tightly,
almost painfully tightly, with her legs, as her pulsating pussy milked the cum
out of me.

My legs were burning with the effort of holding her up, so I

let her down onto her own slightly wobbly legs. She held on to me to keep
herself steady and gazed into my eyes.

"How is it possible that we are so good at that?"

She asked.

I smiled lovingly, feeling the same wonder.

"Seriously, every time is better than the last! If you

make me cum any harder, I think I'm going to pass out!"

We laughed and kissed joyously. The water in the shower had

gone lukewarm at some point during our lovemaking, but neither of us had
noticed. We both gasped though, when it suddenly turned cold. I was ready to
jump out of the shower, but Melissa had me stay, so we could clean off the remains
of our sex. She reached between her legs, and I could tell that she was flexing
her pelvic floor muscles as she pushed my seed out of her. She brought her cum
covered hand up to her mouth, licking it clean.

I surprised her by kissing her, and tasting my cum inside

her mouth, and felt her smile as we kissed. She had surprised me with that two
weeks ago, and though I still found the idea of tasting my seed on my own
slightly repulsive, tasting it inside Melissa's mouth was a completely
different story. We kissed until it was gone, and she watched me with a smile
as I knelt and washed her quickly with the cold water. Once she was clean, I
ushered her out of the cold shower and rinsed myself off. When I stepped out of
the shower, she greeted me by wrapping a towel around me. I grabbed a second
towel off the rack and began drying her off.

The whole time, we smiled at each other, both almost giddy

in our shared experience. It was by far the longest, and most enjoyable, shower
of my life. From the washing to the shaving to the amazing sex, it almost
seemed like a dream. Looking into Melissa's eyes, I could see that she felt
what I felt at that moment. That, just as our sex gets better every time, with
every experience we share, in every single moment we are together, our bond
grows stronger.

When we were both dry, and Melissa had a towel wrapped

around her hair, I hugged her.

"I love you more than I thought was possible," I

whispered.

She didn't reply. She didn't need to reply. Her eyes said

more than words ever could.

Chapter Thirteen.

We went to her bedroom, and I pulled a clean pair of

underwear out of my backpack. I had them halfway on when I had to stop and
watch Melissa. She was putting on her underwear, a very skimpy-looking thong.
Its red fabric had a sheen to it, like silk or satin.

She saw me watching her, and took up a sexy pose, smiling at

me demurely. "Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes," I said, walking over to her, and

putting a hand on the front of the thong. Satin. I ran my fingers along the
smooth string that went around from the front and gave her bare ass cheeks a
firm squeeze with both hands. "I could take you again right now."

She giggled and rested her hands on my chest. "I could

let you."

I was about to kiss her and was seriously intending to

follow through on my statement when my stomach rumbled loudly.

"Oh, you poor boy, you're starving!" Melissa said.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too."

She turned, picking up a fuzzy bathrobe and putting it on. I

made a disappointed sound when she closed it, tying the chord.

She grabbed my hand and led me out of the bedroom. "I

meant to make you breakfast after my run, but we got... distracted."

I chuckled. "Darn."

She looked back at me and grinned. Entering the kitchen, as

much as the tiny space could be called that, I noticed that she had indeed been
intending to cook me breakfast. There was a carton of eggs and a frying pan set
out next to the gas stove.

"I hope you like your eggs scrambled, because that's

the only way how to cook them."

"I prefer them scrambled," I said honestly.

I smiled as I watched her turn on the stove, and put a pad

of butter in the pan.

She looked over at me. "Go get dressed. Put on the

black pants I asked you to bring. You brought black pants, right?"

I nodded, still smiling at her.

"What?" She asked with a little self-conscious

chuckle.

I stepped in and gave her a sweet closed-lip kiss.

"You're amazing," I said, then turned to go get dressed. I glanced
back as she was opening the egg carton, with a huge smile on her face.

Returning to the kitchen fully dressed in a white tee shirt

and black pants that honestly were a little tight on me, I saw that the eggs
were almost ready. She dished out the contents of the pan onto two plates,
handing me the one with the slightly larger share of eggs.

To be continued in part 4. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.

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