“I want to do this right,” she said and led me to Kara’s bedroom.
All the candles around the room reminded me of my attempt at setting a romantic stage for Tami and me. That didn’t work out too well. Maybe Pam had been right when she tried to get me to forget about the bad memories at the lake and how I associated it with Jeff. I needed to replace the memory of Tami and insert a new one with Melinda.
“Someone has too many clothes on,” Melinda said.
I smiled as I got undressed. Her eyes were glued on my Calvin Klein boxers. When my semierect member was exposed, her eyes got big.
“I didn’t know they got that big,” she admitted.
I could tell she meant it. Some girls will throw out a comment like that to stroke your ego, but she was too fascinated with my junk for it to be otherwise. I jumped on the bed and lay back, and Melinda joined me. She grasped my member and gave him a squeeze. Mr. Happy did his imitation of The Hulk as he thickened and got longer. Well, he didn’t turn green.
Melinda was fascinated with my package. Her eyes never left it as she gave it another squeeze.
“Stroke it,” I encouraged.
She looked up at me and then back at my manhood. She tentatively began to run her hand up and down my length.
“Like this?” I asked as I put my hand over hers to show her how to do it.
I had the impression that she wasn’t very experienced. She smiled when I moaned.
“Is it okay if I get a closer look?”
“I was hoping you would get much closer. Please,” I said.
She laid her head on my stomach so she could get a closeup view. She continued to slowly jack me off, which caused me to begin to leak.
“Did you get off?” she asked.
“No, that’s a guy’s lubricant. Just like when you get wet,” I said.
She got some between her fingers and rubbed them together. She looked at her fingers and sniffed them.
“Give it a taste,” I suggested.
She stuck her tongue out, and the tip touched her finger.
“It really doesn’t taste like anything.”
“I’ve been told it tastes better from the source,” I said with a grin.
Melinda thought about it for a moment.
“I’ve never actually done this before,” she confessed.
I switched into coaching mode. First, I gave her an anatomy lesson and pointed out the sensitive parts. Then I told her the best ways to find out what your man liked. I repeated a lot of the things I learned at the sorority house with Harper.
We then jumped to the practical portion of the training. Melinda timidly began to suck me, and I stopped her.
“Why don’t you get on your knees between my thighs? I like a little firmer and varied approach,” I suggested.
I taught her how to use one hand to jack my length as she sucked on the upper third. Then I had her use her other hand to fondle the family jewels and to use her fingernails on my taint. She was a quick learner because I soon got my release.
She looked startled and unsure of what to do with a mouth full of boy-juice. I smiled when she finally decided to swallow it. It made cleanup so much easier.
She surprised me when she resumed sucking me. I’d lost some of my firmness, but she soon had me rock-hard again. She was quickly getting better and better. I could tell she wanted more time doing this, but I wanted to give her some pleasure too, so I directed her to get into a 69 position. I’d guessed right; she didn’t have any panties on.
While she played with her new favorite toy, I dove in and began to feast on her tight little sex. She had a fat little kitty that cried out that it needed to be eaten. It was her turn to moan in appreciation.
As I pleasured her, I noticed that she was taking more and more of my length into her mouth. When she got her cookie, she did something unexpected: she shoved her face down and forced me into her throat. I almost climaxed from the feel of her, crying out in desire. I loved how she had taken to giving head.
Her worship of Mr. Happy put a kinky idea in my brain. I admit that I watch some porn. I’d seen a man do this and had never had anyone I thought might do it.
“Want to try a different way to suck me?” I asked Melinda.
“I think I’m a slut. It never occurred to me I would even want to do that, let alone how much I’d like it,” she said, and then nodded her assent.
“Okay, scoot over to the edge of the bed so your head hangs over the side and pull your knees up,” I ordered.
I stepped off the bed and fed myself into her mouth, then grasped her legs behind the knees and pulled her butt off the bed. I had her almost folded in half. With her butt in the air, I could lean down and give her oral. With her head hanging over the edge of the bed, I could do her face, and her throat was at the right angle to accept me.
I didn’t want to brutally do her face like I’d seen in the video, so I was careful to make sure I never pushed too deep. Melinda grabbed my butt and did it the first few times. I had to stop for a moment, or I would’ve lost it.
“Hang on,” I begged as I pulled out Mr. Happy, and he twitched his need.
While we took a quick break, I checked Kara’s bedside table. Sure enough, she had a seven-inch vibrator.
“What’s that?” Melinda asked.
“Trust me, you’ll like this,” I said.
I got back into position, and Melinda pulled me back into her mouth. I turned on the vibrator and pushed it into her tight little sex. Melinda shrieked and tried to stuff my full length into her gullet. I must have had her on edge for a big one because she started to roll through multiple orgasms. The net effect was Melinda tried to devour me. For someone who had never given oral before, she was turning into a pro.
I’d finally had enough; I needed to do her. Despite the intense sensations, I jerked out of her mouth so I could put on a condom.
“No, I want you,” Melinda moaned.
I flipped her around and grabbed her thighs to lift and separate her legs. I grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out. She whimpered at the loss of her sex toy, but I replaced it with something more substantial. She grunted when I finally had myself buried. Turns out, Tracy was wrong: Melinda’s inability to dance had nothing at all to do with how good she was in bed.
I would rate Melinda an eight for overall oral skills. She was a ten as far as enthusiasm and willingness to try new things; she just needed repeated experience to get better, which I was willing to provide. I would rate her a solid seven in bed. But what did I expect, if only Blake Seaver had been there before me?
When I finally got off, I laughed. Melinda just collapsed and fell asleep. I had to smile when I remembered how she first reacted to seeing Mr. Happy. I guess the Seavs didn’t measure up, but then again, he was only five-eight or nine to my six-four. It really wasn’t fair to compare. It was also a little juvenile, but hey … I was only a teenager. If I were ever to be juvenile, it should be at this age.
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Chapter 10 – Playtime’s Over Monday February 15
Melinda was still sleeping soundly, so I slipped out of bed and ran upstairs to take a shower.
“There he is,” Tyler called from the kitchen.
Adrienne and Kara were both sitting at the dining room table, eating waffles.
“I never thought I would see you doing the ‘walk of shame,’” Adrienne teased.
I just ignored their giggles and took my shower. When I came back, Melinda was there, giving out details. I had to cook my own omelet because Tyler wanted to hear the whole story.
“… and he asked me to Prom,” Melinda said.
“David, get in here,” Adrienne commanded.
“Yes?” I asked carefully.
“Melinda said you asked her to Prom. What about me?” she asked.
I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. Then I got a little pissed.
“I think the whole Prom thing has gone far enough. Hannah was just a fun fantasy date, but she’s gotten herself engaged. While I love you to death, Adrienne, you’re in a committed relationship. You also stood me up when we tried this before, and I ended up with that horrible date with the girl Ford Models set me up with,” I said. Then I turned to Melinda. “It would be great for me both publicity- and ego-wise to take a Victoria’s Secret model to Prom. But I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”