Mike parked in the driveway and walked up the front stairs and through the door. As he opened it, he found the house in silence, as it usually was. Where Debbie, his girlfriend was, was anyone’s guess; he supposed that Jennie, Debbie’s eighteen year old daughter, was out with friends. He smiled absently, thinking to himself that everything was just as it should be.
Debbie was Mike’s girlfriend, but she didn’t act like most girlfriends did. She slept on the couch at least four times a week, usually more. It was obvious that she did not like sharing a bed with Mike; he wondered if she had ever enjoyed it or if it had been just some ploy of hers to get someone to pay the bills for her. She didn’t sleep with Mike often but she was home even less. Every day she found a reason to disappear for hours on end, frequently not coming home until the wee hours of the morning. Why she even bothered to come home at all Mike didn’t understand. He wondered why she didn’t just bow to the inevitable and move out, leaving him in peace and free to live his own life just as she was obviously living hers.
Mike smiled at his own reasons for continuing to live with Debbie. It certainly wasn’t her looks or her sweet nature. He chuckled out loud at that thought. No, his reasons for staying were rather uncertain until a few weeks ago. Up until then, he wondered why he bothered to stay, telling himself that Jennie needed a steadying hand in her life. However, three weeks ago, all that changed when Mike and Jennie had gotten high together.
They had shared a bowl of pot. Mike reasoned that she was eighteen years old anyway, and she and her friends were already doing it together, so he didn’t see any real harm in sharing his personal stash with her; it was what happened after they got high that changed everything.
He could still remember his feelings of anxiety and trepidation when it came out that they were both attracted to each other. He remembered how his hands shook as she lay across his lap and lifted her T-shirt to reveal her panty-covered bum and asked him to rub it for her. He got hard just thinking about it. That night they had fucked each other’s brains out on the living room couch. They did it like rabbits and the memories from that night still made him smile.
Then just a week later they did it again, this time in her bedroom. He had licked her until she screamed and then they fucked again.
Of course both those events paled in comparison to last week. Jennie had come home with her friend Cathy and asked him to share some pot with the both of them. Well of course that wasn’t all they shared that night. By the time the night was done, Mike had fucked them until they were both sore and he had watched the two girls make each other cum a couple of times. Neither of the girls had realized until that night that they would enjoy something like that, but enjoy it they did! He could see it in his mind as if it were happening all over again; Jennie sliding her fingers in and out of Cathy’s well lubricated and swollen pussy, Cathy sucking the cum out of Mike’s cock and then sharing it with Jennie during a deep passionate kiss. It was quite the experience.
Since then nothing else had happened but Mike didn’t worry about that. Even if they never did it again, his thirty-four year old mind had enough memories to last him for a long time.
He took off his shoes and marched up to the bedroom, stripped his work clothes off and threw them into the laundry hamper. He then pulled on his favorite pair of track pants and a loose fitting shirt. Then he went back downstairs and started preparing something to eat. He heard the door and saw Jennie walk in. She was smiling, but there was something odd about her demeanor; something that told him that she was upset, or had gotten some bad news.
“Hey there,” he said as she walked in and sat at the table. She frowned and stared at the table for a moment, pondering.
“What’s up?” he asked her with concern. “Is something wrong?”
She frowned again and then looked up at him.
“I have something to tell you,” she said uncertainly, “and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
Mike narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He wasn’t sure where this was going but he wasn’t sure how he was going to take it either, considering how she was acting.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Well, the best way to deliver bad news is to just say it. There’s no point in holding it in any longer than necessary,”
She sighed heavily and frowned deeply then steeled herself.
“Okay,” she said. “I kind of… have a date tonight.”
Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise. Whatever he might have been expecting, that certainly wasn’t it.
“Really,” he said. “Okay, I’m glad it’s nothing serious, but why would you think I wouldn’t like that?”
She blinked and the look of surprise was now on her face.
“You mean, you don’t mind?” she said.
“Why would I mind?” Mike said.
“Well,” she began, a little unsure how to say it, “with what we’ve done… you know, since we… you know… did it, I kind of thought you’d be jealous.”
Mike smiled and went to her, pulling her close and hugging her.
“Now why would I be jealous?” he said still grinning. “You’re young! I’m not! Look at you. You’re eighteen and beautiful and you should be out having fun! Not trapped inside with a man twice your age. Besides, I am kind of attached you know; to your mother.”
Jennie grimaced and gave a derisive snort.
“Yeah right!” she said with distaste. “She obviously doesn’t know a good thing when she sees it. You’re right here under her nose and she’s never home!”
Mike snorted too and released her from his hug.
“You never mind about that.” He said. “Now, if you have a date, I’m happy to hear it and I just want you to have fun; and don’t try to fit your life around mine. It’s your life and you should do what you want with it.”
Jennie smiled and hugged him back, nuzzling her head into his big chest.
“You’re the best!” she said. “Do you want to hear about him?”
“Sure!” Mike said. “Although I’m more concerned what you think about him.”
Jennie grinned again and then sat at the table.
“His name is Mark and he’s twenty years old.” She said, her eyes lighting up as she said it. “I met him when I was at the mall with some friends and he was so nice. We like the same kinds of music, we like the same foods, he’s perfect!”
Mike smiled and rested his hand on her shoulder.
“He sounds great.” He said. “Now listen; I don’t care what time you come home, but I do want you to come home tonight.”
Jennie smiled and agreed; then she was running up the stairs to her bedroom to get ready.
Mike smiled and continued making some dinner for himself. After about twenty minutes it was ready and he walked to Jennie’s bedroom door and knocked.
“Hey,” he said. “I just made some dinner. Are you hungry?”
Jennie opened the door and Mike’s eyes went wide. She was naked except for a towel wrapped around her hips. It was tied at one side of her hip and hung open from her upper thigh down, making it obvious that she was naked underneath the towel too.
“Wow!” he said as he stared at her. “I hope the outfit you’re wearing tonight has something more to it than that!”
Jennie gave Mike one of her winning smiles and posed provocatively in the doorway for him, shaking her shoulders slightly to jiggle her tits and placing a hand on one hip.
“No one gets to see me like this until they deserve to,” she said. “Except for you; you deserve to already.”
Mike smiled but he couldn’t help the hard-on that developed in his track pants as he stared at her; her 34B tits hung from her chest like fruit from a tree. Her nipples, bright red and puckering from his staring, looked just like strawberries and he wanted to taste them. Her hips were well formed and her legs were works of art. They made him want to fall at her feet and worship her body with his lips and tongue.
Jennie smiled as she watched him salivate over her body. She didn’t mind him staring with naked lust at her because she couldn’t help looking at his body with naked lust either. She had a date tonight she knew, but so far, Mark was an unknown quantity. Yes, she thought he was terribly cute and there was a good chance she might have sex with him, but how far he got with her tonight depended largely on how he behaved throughout the night.
Mike on the other hand she knew intimately. She knew how he behaved with and without his clothes on and he had always treated her with respect; the exception being when he had spanked her a couple of years ago but he had done that because she was acting the brat. So all things taken together, she had probably deserved it.
He had been a good person to her all the time he had been with her mother. After they’d had sex together the first time, he had treated her as an equal. He had never talked about having sex with her the way some of her boyfriends had bragged about it to all their friends and he had never touched her without her permission or willing participation; not like one or two boys she’d known in the past had tried to do. So as far as she was concerned, Mike could ogle her naked body as much as he wanted to. It even got her excited to see his reaction to her.
She pulled him by the hand into her room and sat him down on her bed. She knelt in front of him between his knees and rested her hands lightly on his groin.
“It looks like you have a problem here.” She said with a grin.
Mike smiled and agreed with her. She started rubbing his cock through his track pants and giggled as he sighed. His breathing became a little heavier and he returned her lust filled gaze eagerly.
“Don’t you have a date tonight?” he asked.
“I’ve got time,” she said with a giggle, continuing to stroke his cock through the material of his pants. “Besides I want to practice some of what Cathy taught me last week.”
She grasped the hem of his track pants and pulled them downward, exposing his genitals. She smiled as she knelt down and tenderly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Mike sighed as she swabbed her tongue all around it. She took the shaft in one hand and slowly started to stroke it up and down. She took her mouth off the head and smiled brightly, her teeth gleaming and her lips glistening.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered seductively.
She bent forward, taking his cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She then went back the other way, sliding her lips along the shaft of his cock until just the head was still inside. She sighed to herself as she started the sucking rhythm, moaning softly as she slipped her mouth over his cock, back and forth, up and down. Mike gasped and tilted his head back, savoring the sensations as she took him into her mouth. He looked down and watched her as she sucked. Her breasts shook slightly with her movements and on a whim he reached down with both hands to cup her tits. She smiled around his cock as he touched her and kept up her back and forth motion. Mike realized then that Jennie had learned well what Cathy had taught.
When they’d had their threesome the previous week, Cathy had proffered Mike’s penis to Jennie and encouraged her to suck a cock for the first time in her life. With great patience she instructed her in the different motions, in how to hold the shaft and how to slide her lips up and down while gently stroking it with her teeth or her lips to simulate fucking.
Now Mike was groaning and writhing his hips as Jennie sucked. She was obviously not a pro, but what she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm. She was moaning and sighing softly, enjoying the sensation of having Mike’s cock in her mouth. Mostly she was excited that she was making Mike feel so good. Making him feel good was making her feel incredibly good. Her pussy was dripping wet and, Mike couldn’t see, but she had been fingering herself with her free hand since she started.
Mike started mumbling incoherently and he put his hands lightly against the sides of her face, thrusting his hips forward as he did so. From the way his cock was growing in her mouth and his testicles were puckering and withdrawing up inside him, Jennie knew he was close to cumming.
She wrapped both hands around his shaft and began a stroking and twisting motion, just as she had seen Cathy do to make Mike cum last week. At the same time she kept her mouth wrapped around the head and moved her head back and forth slightly in concert with the motions of her hands. Mike cried out and his cock swelled.
Jennie was surprised at how the cum spurted out so strongly; she was grateful that Cathy had told her to make sure her throat was closed at the moment the guy cums in her mouth. If she hadn’t closed her throat she was sure she would be gagging and choking at this very moment instead of watching Mike’s face as he came. She smiled as she watched him and then giggled as a stream of cum poured from her mouth and down her chin to her neck and chest.
When she smiled, the seal she had created around the head of his cock was broken allowing the errant stream to flow out. She sat up, still giggling and tried unsuccessfully to stop the sperm from escaping. She put her hands up to her mouth and cupped her chin to prevent it from dripping all over the place. She giggled again as she realized what an effort it took to contain it all.
‘Good thing I’m not wearing my outfit for tonight!’ she thought to herself and then grinned again as she looked down at her cum stained chest; the white fluid was flowing all over both her tits and down to her belly through the valley between them.
After finally getting it under control, she swallowed what was left in her mouth, thinking that she had probably lost at least half of it.
‘I think I’m going to need more practice at this,’ she thought. ‘I’m sure Mike won’t mind being my guinea pig.’
At the moment Mike was lying back on her bed and breathing heavily. He tried to sit up and groaned as he realized how drained he was.
“Wow!” he said. “That was incredible!”
Jennie smiled and joined him on the bed.
“Really?” she asked. “You liked it?”
“Oh yeah!” Mike said with a heavy sigh. “No one would ever know you only learned how to do that last week.”
Jennie smiled again and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
“Good!” she said. “Now you can leave so I can get ready to go out.”
Mike looked at her with some surprise; he was sure she would expect some sort of reciprocation. Seeing the look in his eyes, Jennie chuckled.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said as she kissed him on the forehead again. “If Mark gets lucky tonight, I don’t want him to find your cum already inside me. And if not, I can always find you later. I know where you live.”
Mike laughed and pushed himself off the bed. He got up and returned to the kitchen to eat his dinner. He wasn’t sure what to make of her comment about Mark maybe getting lucky. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t really know what he was. He thought about it as he ate and eventually shrugged it off. As he had said earlier, she was young and she needed to be with guys her own age.
‘So long as I get to play with her from time to time,’ he said to himself, ‘I guess I can live with that.’
He settled in to the living room to watch hockey after dinner. It was the playoffs and he knew he’d have at least two games to flip between tonight. He barely noticed as Jennie flew through the living room to announce she was on her way out. For the next two hours, Mike was completely absorbed.
As the first game of the night was coming to an end he heard the doorbell. Frowning, he stood up and walked to the door, almost tripping a couple of times because he was looking over his shoulder at the TV as he went.
He opened the door and saw Melanie standing there.
“Hi Mike,” she said with a smile. “Jennie’s expecting me.”
Mike creased his brow in confusion.
“Jennie’s not here,” he said. “She had a date.”
Mike heard loud cheering from the TV and dashed to the living room to see what had happened; it was a goal. A late goal that had tied the game and it looked very much like overtime was coming. He grinned like a child at Christmas and then remembered Melanie at the door. He turned and was surprised to see her standing beside him. He looked past her to make sure the door was closed and then nodded to himself.
“Who’s winning?” Melanie asked.
“No one; It’s tied.” He said.
“Oh.” She said blandly.
Mike looked at her curiously and sat down on the couch. Melanie sat beside him and settled in, making Mike even more curious.
“Jennie’s not here,” he said again. “She had a date.”
“Yeah I know.” She replied, not taking her eyes off the TV.
He shrugged and settled into the couch himself, wondering what was going on with her.
Melanie didn’t have nearly as much success with the guys as Jennie and Cathy did. While their faces could easily be described as beautiful, Melanie was more plain. She had long wavy light brown hair that frequently just hung from her head without any styling. Her face was pleasant, her eyes brown and her nose being the best feature she had. Mike thought she was cute, but he wasn’t eighteen and it was easy to see that the young guys she and her friends knew were completely overlooking Melanie as they chased after the more exotic looking girls in their social circle.
She was wearing a loose pull over shirt with blousy sleeves that hung down almost to her thighs and black jeans, the kind of non-descript thing she usually wore. Mike could tell though that Melanie was far more gifted in the breast department than most girls her age. Her tits were round and ripe and he had found himself in the past trying to discern the outline of her nipples when he took the girls to the beach. It was hard to tell through the loose fitting clothing she was wearing now, but he knew from seeing her in a one-piece bathing suit that she had nice hips and a well formed ass too.
The truth was Melanie despaired of finding many boyfriends because the better looking girls were always getting the guys. Even the ones who had paid attention to her ended up being lured away by Cathy sometimes; one of Cathy’s favorite pastimes was to see if she could make guys cheat on their girlfriends. Cathy told herself she did this to prove to her friends that their boyfriends were cheaters. In actuality she did it because she could; it made her feel superior and she liked the attention. Melanie wondered if there was anything Cathy wouldn’t do to get a guy’s attention.
They sat together watching the game for awhile with Mike glancing her way from time to time. Her face was hard to read because she kept things bottled up so well most of the time. He thought he could detect something wrong with her though.
“So what’s happening?” he said somewhere in the middle of the period.
She looked at him and smiled, but Mike could see it was a hollow smile.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
She bit her lower lip and glanced at the floor. She didn’t return his gaze and so he turned back to the TV.
“Guy trouble huh?” he said quietly, keeping his eyes on the game.
Melanie turned to him sharply, obviously surprised that he had guessed her problem.
“Guys suck.” He said equally quietly.
She bit her lower lip again and turned to the TV for a moment; then she turned back toward him.
“How did you know?” she asked in a voice that trembled slightly.
Mike shrugged without taking his eyes off the TV.
“I recognize the symptoms.” He said. “Jennie looks just like that when she’s lost a boyfriend.”
“He wasn’t my boyfriend!” she snapped. “I’d never want him to be my boyfriend! He was a prick!”
“He cheated on you?” he asked.
She looked at the floor and quickly swiped at a tear that had slipped from her eye. She looked as though she was more angry at herself for shedding a tear than she was at him.
Mike nodded and patted her knee gently.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Some guys are just stupid; they never appreciate what they have.”
She grimaced and looked at the floor once again. Mike continued to watch TV, knowing she did not want him to see her emotional state. After some time she looked at him as he watched the game.
“Thanks,” she said, her eyes welling slightly and her bottom lip trembling.
Mike smiled at her briefly and turned back to the game. He patted her knee again and then let his hand rest there. After a brief pause he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. She rested her head against his shoulder gratefully and sighed.
“Jennie was right,” she said as another tear fell from her eyes. “You’re a good guy.”
Mike chuckled and continued watching the game.
“Is that what she said,” he said quietly. “It’s all lies!”
Melanie giggled in spite of herself and Mike patted her shoulder. She turned her head, looking like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to do it.
“Yes?” Mike said as she stared.
“Is it true what you did with Jennie and Cathy last week?” She asked with a guilty look on her face.
Mike’s belly tightened up and he felt cold sweat on his forehead. He released her and leaned away from her as he turned. With an effort he controlled his breathing and didn’t say anything until he was certain his voice wouldn’t betray him.
“And just what is it I’m supposed to have done with Jennie and Cathy?” he said with a calmness he didn’t feel.
Melanie blushed and looked down for a second and then back up. Mike saw what he thought was hopefulness in her eyes.
“They said you,” she started to say and then faltered.” That said that you were… really nice to them.”
Mike breath hissed through his nose and his eyes opened slightly wider.
“What does that mean?” he asked her, his voice a little tighter than it had been.
“I’m sorry,” she whined. “I know they shouldn’t have told me what you did together. They only told me about it because they said it was so incredible!”
Mike blinked and panic began to set in. He started to wonder what the consequences of his sexual adventures with the two girls might be. They were both eighteen and Jennie wasn’t really his daughter, but still his reputation in the neighborhood might suffer if people knew he had seduced two young girls after getting them high.
Seeing the look of panic in his eyes, Melanie put her own hand on his and leaned forward conspiratorially.
“Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.” She said. “I was just hoping…”
Mike’s eyes went wide as the words were leaving her lips making Melanie stop in mid-sentence. She closed her mouth and her face fell. The tears began to flow and she began to cry in earnest now. She fell against Mike sobbing and curled her legs up under her so she was on her knees. She leaned her head against his shoulder and then straightened herself up as she sought to gain control of herself.
“I’m sorry.” She said. “I should never have asked for that.”
Mike, taken completely aback only swallowed in response and continued to look at her.
“They said you gave it to them because they asked you to,” she said as the words rushed out of her, “and you were being nice to them and everything and you just did it with them because they wanted it so badly and…”
Mike began fell into the back of the couch and put his hand to his forehead, pinching his nose and groaning softly. Melanie saw his reaction and stopped talking, watching him with fearful eyes.
Mike looked up and met her gaze squarely.
“Look Melanie,” he said quietly. “We never should have done any of those things. I’m kind of surprised and more than a little disappointed they said anything to anyone about it; even you. But they never should have told anyone. What we did together was… private.”
Melanie nodded a bit and then looked down again,
“They said you even taught them how.” She said softly. “You know, how to do it right.”
Mike’s brow creased as he thought.
“Oh I don’t know about that,” he said. “They seemed pretty experienced to me. Mind you Cathy did have to show Jennie a couple of things but Cathy seemed to know more about, well, you know.”
“I don’t want to hear her name.” she said bitterly. “She’s the one that Jeremy slept with and I’m still mad at her.”
“Well,” Mike said, “like I said, she did seem to be more experienced than Jennie. Guys like it when girls are…”
“Easy” Melanie snapped.
Mike frowned and then nodded.
“Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say it that way. But she was more experienced than Jennie when we did it.”
“What does smoking pot have to do with her fucking my boyfriend?” she asked bitterly.
Mike’s eyes went wide and understanding suddenly flooded into him. He began to replay their conversation in his head and realized that they had been talking about two different things. He sat back again trying to get this conversation back under control. Now that he knew his reputation was secure, he could calm down and try to figure out where this was going.
“So what were you trying to ask me then?” he said to her.
She frowned and looked momentarily confused.
“I was hoping you could,” she said, faltering again as she tried to get the words out. “I wanted to get high and none of my friends are around. They all have dates or plans or whatever. Then I remembered Cathy telling me what the three of you did last week and I was hoping you could get me high too.”
Mike rolled his eyes in exasperation and then shook his head sadly.
“I had a feeling something like this would happen.” He said almost to himself. “I was afraid Jennie and her friends would start to think of this place as some sort of flop-house, where everyone sits around getting high all the time.”
He looked at the floor and then sighed as he looked back up at Melanie.
“How old are you anyway?” he asked her.
“Twenty,” she said with a pout. “I’m twenty years old and all my friends are younger but I’m the one who never has a date and they’re getting all the action.”
Mike put his hands on the sides of her shoulders and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Look,” he said. “The last thing you need right now is to get high. Someone cheated on you and that hurts; trust me I know because it’s happened to me too. So I’m not going to smoke any pot with you. Besides, I don’t have any in the house anyway. But I will sit with you and have some wine and talk with you. Talking is what you need. The wine just helps to get the lips moving.”
Melanie smiled weakly and nodded. Mike went to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of red wine and some glasses. He returned to the living room and laid them out on the table.
“Have you ever had red wine before?” he asked her.
“I’m allowed to have half a glass at Christmas dinner with my parents.” She said as she watched him pour.
“Ok,” he said, “then you already know what it tastes like. I’ll give you one glass and we’ll see how it affects you then. Red wine goes down easy but the kick after a couple of glasses can take you by surprise.”
Melanie took the glass from Mike’s hand and sipped at it cautiously. She didn’t know why but it seemed to taste a lot better than the stuff her parents bought; Mike always bought the better stuff while her parents usually bought what was on sale. She took another sip and Mike cautioned her to drink it slowly.
They settled into the couch and Mike talked with her; mostly he let her talk. She told him about how Cathy always seemed to steal away all the guys who were ever interested in her. They all saw her skinny little body and she always flirted with them. She also heard that Cathy was pretty wild sexually and that the guys seemed to be drawn to her like moths to a flame.
Mike silently nodded to himself when she said Cathy was wild. He had slipped his cock into her pussy and she really knew how to milk the cum out of his cock with it. She had also sucked him off and she was pretty good at that too. So he knew what it was the guys were chasing.
Melanie was still talking about her problems and didn’t seem to notice that Mike was momentarily daydreaming. His cock had grown in his track pants though and he drew his T-shirt down over his lap to hide it.
As they talked, the hockey game went to overtime. Mike’s eyes were drawn to the screen and he put his hand on Melanie’s to get her attention.
“No offence but I wanted to see this.” He said. “You can watch it with me and I’ll give you some more wine.”
Melanie, upset that he was going to watch hockey instead of listen to her, brightened at the thought of getting more wine. Her first glass was gone and she had held it to her lips a couple of times, forgetting that it was empty.
Mike poured for them both again. He filled the glasses to the brim without thinking about it and handed the glass to Melanie. She took the glass and smiled as Mike leaned forward to watch the game.
She watched him as he watched the game; his eyes were glued to the screen and he jumped from his seat from time to time, shouting at the screen. Seeing how excited he was she began watching the game too. She had no idea who was playing or even how the game was played but it was fun to watch, especially with Mike reacting so exuberantly beside her. Soon she was on the edge of the couch right beside him, their thighs tightly together and his hand resting lightly on her knee from time to time. During one particularly tense part of the game his hand was on her knee and he was squeezing it tightly. She felt a thrill at his touch and she rested her head against his shoulder. Mike smiled at her and then turned back to the game, his hand on her thigh squeezing her reassuringly.
She held up her empty glass and he nodded absently at the bottle on the table, and then returned his attention to the TV. By the time her third glass was empty she realized she was a little tipsy. She leaned against Mike and he just put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled happily and put her hand on his thigh, squeezing it and marveling at how thick and hard it was. It was then that she started to really notice his body. He was thirty-four years old and was in pretty good shape. She thought his blond hair and green eyes were very attractive and she sighed in contentment as she snuggled against him.
“Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?” she asked him. “I don’t feel like walking home and I’m a little drunk. It’s probably better if I don’t have to go anywhere.”
Mike looked her up and down and realized then that he had allowed her to drink too much wine. He smiled and told her she could sleep on the couch. He told her to go to Jennie’s room to grab something to sleep in and then continued to watch the game. She got up and headed toward Jennie’s room and he forgot about her as the game finally ended with an overtime goal.
Mike didn’t really have any favorites in the game; he just liked to watch hockey, so he was pleased that the game had been so exciting. He leaned back and watched as they switched to the second game of the evening and sipped his wine.
He had his glass to his lips when Melanie returned wearing one of his button down dress shirts. She had no pants on and her legs were on display all the way up to the tops of her thighs; his cock immediately got hard when he saw her.
“Jennie’s clothes wouldn’t fit me,” she said with a smile, “so I had to take one of your shirts. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mike swallowed hard and told himself that whoever those guys were that had abandoned this girl for Cathy were out of their minds. Her legs were short but finely formed and the huge shirt she was wearing made them look even more sexy. She had left the top four buttons open and the “V” this created plunged between her breasts to show a well developed cleavage. He couldn’t see through the fabric, but by the way her tits jiggled when she moved, he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. This shirt was longer in the back and front than it was on the sides; while this covered her bum and her crotch area, the sides of her thighs were uncovered and Mike couldn’t see any panties there. He swallowed again and felt his cock twitch as he thought of her naked except for the shirt; his shirt he reminded himself.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever wash that shirt again.’ He thought then willed himself to calm down.
“Sure, that’s fine.” He said out loud.
She walked toward him and sat on the couch, drawing one leg up and under her and Mike found himself trying to catch glimpses of her legs and thighs. His cock twitched again and she smiled at him as he stared.
“Is something wrong?” she asked. “Is this shirt not covering me well enough?”
“I like the way that shirt covers you.” He said without thinking.
“Really?” she asked, her eyes gazing into his intensely.
“Oh yeah,” he said and swallowed again. “You look… great!”
As he said this a thrill went through Melanie from her head to her toes. Her face flushed, her nipples hardened and she felt her pussy tingle as he stared at her. She could see the lust in his eyes and she knew that he wanted her; she wanted him too. She leaned forward, allowing the oversized shirt to fall open.
“Is the game over?” she said, almost in a whisper.
Mike looked down her top just as Melanie intended him to, and saw the swell of her breasts just inches away. He wanted to pull her shirt open but held himself back.
“Yeah,” he said, almost in a trance, “it’s over.”
She smiled and raised her elbow to the back of the couch to rest her head coyly against her hand.
“Well,” she said, “what do we do now?”
Mike reached for her leg with his hand and then stopped himself. He lowered it to his side and looked down, staring at her thighs poking out the bottom of her shirt.
“Are you sure this shirt looks okay on me?” she asked with a giggle. “You seem to be looking at my legs a lot.”
“They’re nice legs.” He said. “I could look at those legs all day.”
Melanie giggled again and pulled her other leg up under her so she was kneeling sideways with her knees and calves touching Mike’s thigh.
“You like them?” she said, pulling the hem of the shirt back to reveal even more. Mike was sure she wasn’t wearing panties now. He hadn’t seen her pussy but he hadn’t seen any hint of fabric under the shirt even when she pulled it back.
Mike nodded breathlessly and reached out to put his hand on her leg once again. This time he did touch her. Her skin was warm and soft under his touch and he could see the goose pimples spread from where he touched her up and down her leg. She shivered involuntarily and Mike felt a thrill go through him as well.
Melanie leaned forward slowly and Mike found himself leaning forward to meet her. As their lips touched both felt what seemed like an electric shock go through them. Mike, his lips touching Melanie’s softly, delicately pushed his tongue against her, worming through her lips to touch the outside of her teeth. Melanie sighed and pushed her tongue out to meet Mike’s.
As their tongues danced together, Mike moved his hand slowly up Melanie’s thigh, coming to rest in the crevice where her two legs were drawn up under her. He slid his hand between her thighs and touched the tangle of her pubic hair. Pushing downward, his hand found the moist folds of her pussy. As she parted her thighs to allow him better access, the scent of her wafted up between them and both of them inhaled deeply and moaned.
She was so wet Mike’s fingers slipped into her easily. It felt as though she were covered with oil she was so slippery. She raised herself slightly with her thighs parted and Mike cupped her mound with his open hand, his palm pressing lightly against her hooded clitoris and his fingers reaching inside her, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two or three in concert.
She groaned and began grinding softly against his hand, her hips rolling seductively as she pressed harder and harder with each movement. She reached downward and placed her hand over Mike’s crotch, feeling his cock through his track pants. She squeezed it softly and then reached past the elastic hem and into his pants to touch it skin to skin. She felt the puddle of pre-cum at the head and sighed as she felt the sticky fluid seeping between her fingers. With her other hand she pulled the front of his pants down to expose his cock and balls; she looked at it and smiled eagerly. She touched the puddle of cum with her finger and then brought it to her lips, licking them sensually.
Mike touched his lips to hers and moaned softly, his tongue gently brushing the length of her lips and relishing the taste of his own cum mingling with her saliva. She groaned at the touch of his lips and began stroking his cock slowly, running her hand from the root just above his balls to the mushroom head; she marveled at how much the head had grown since she had first put her hand on it.
Mike put his hands on her shirt and began undoing the buttons one at a time. He locked his gaze on to her chest, her breasts becoming more visible with each opened button. When every button reaching all the way to the bottom was undone, he pushed the shirt open; he had the absurd impression that they were curtains on a stage parting to reveal the actors.
Her tits were round and full, her nipples large; the areolas were over an inch in diameter and the nubs were puckered and hard. Mike knelt forward and took her right nipple between his lips and she shivered, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. Mike nibbled it for a moment and then leaned back.
“We can’t do this.” He said. “You’re so young and you were hurting because you lost your boyfriend. This isn’t right.”
“I want to!” she said, staring him in the eye.
“But my situation here is so complicated,” he said. “Jennie’s mom is my girlfriend. We live together.”
“Jennie told me about her.” She said simply. “She said she doesn’t sleep with you anymore; she doesn’t want sex with you. I do. Even if it’s just this once, I want you so badly!”
“But…” he began and stopped as she put her finger to his lips.
“It’s okay.” She said with a smile. “I need you. Right now! I want this inside me!” she said, wrapping her hand around his cock once more.
She leaned forward then and took the head of his penis into her mouth, gobbling on it with her lips and tongue. The motions her mouth made on his cock were indescribable. With her hand stroking it slightly, her mouth covered it from the head and down the shaft at least four inches. Her tongue swabbed up and down and from side to side causing sensations of every kind to swirl into Mike’s consciousness; now it was his turn for the fireworks to explode behind his eyes.
He groaned and looked down at her in amazement. Whatever those guys who left her for Cathy were thinking, they had no idea what they were missing. She was much better at sucking cock than Cathy was; she was better at it than any girl he’d ever had before.
‘This girl could give lessons to a porn star on giving head!’ he thought to himself as he pumped his hips forward and back.
She cupped his balls with her free hand and gently kneaded them as she continued sucking his cock. She sighed softly as she felt his balls tense and started stroking the shaft more quickly. At the same time she opened her throat and followed her hand down to the base of his cock with her mouth with each stroke. She released her hand from the shaft and then drove the length of his cock, right down to the root, to the back of her throat.
Mike had experienced deep throat once in his life with a girl from Quebec. Until that very moment, he had always considered French girls to be the undisputed queens of sucking cock. Melanie was now doing things to his cock he had never before experienced. What’s more, she was enjoying every second of it.
She was moaning, sighing, cooing and groaning as she made love to his penis. Her nipples puckered and a thrill went straight to her pussy as the first spurt of cum spewed out of his cock. She groaned loudly as one gob of cum after another squirted onto her tongue and she puffed her cheeks out to ensure she could hold it all in. When she was sure no more cum would dribble out of his softening cock she sat up and smiled at Mike, making sure he could watch her as she swallowed it.
Mike leaned forward and kissed her hard before she could react. Melanie opened her eyes in surprise, knowing that his cum coated every surface of her lips and mouth. She tried to draw back but Mike held her tight and shoved his tongue past her teeth and swirled it around the insides of her mouth. She was even more surprised when Mike’s shriveled cock, which she had been cradling with one hand, instantly grew hard as he licked his own cum from the walls of her mouth.
She looked at him with shock and delight, realizing that he was ready to fuck her immediately. In her experience, most guys had to wait at least a few minutes after one of her blow jobs before they were ready to fuck. The one older man she’d had, a teacher at her school, had taken a full ten minutes before he was ready. She thought he was about the same age as Mike, so she was completely taken aback at Mike’s seemingly superhuman ability to get hard again right away.
Mike smiled at the expression on her face and nuzzled her nose with his.
“When I can taste myself in your mouth,” he said in a throaty voice, “it turns me on more than anything. It gets me hot knowing that we’re sharing the taste.”
Melanie shivered and opened her mouth in awe. Not only had she never met a guy who liked that, she had never heard of or read about a guy who liked to kiss after a blow job. The fact that he wanted to taste his own cum from her mouth got her super hot too.
Now that she knew he was ready, she slid off the couch to the floor and on to her knees with her bum facing toward Mike. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a steamy look, wriggling her bum and unconsciously moving her pubis up and down as she waited for him to enter her.
Mike pulled his shirt off and then his track pants. He knelt on the floor behind her and reached down to her pussy; it was warm and wet and she whimpered a bit when he touched her.
“Fuck me Mike!” she said desperately. “I really need it! Please!”
Mike looked at her uncertainly and then down at his own hand buried in her sopping wet pussy.
“Are you sure?” he asked her. “You know I can’t give you what you’ve been looking for. This is all I can give you.”
“I know.” She said, almost crying in her need. “I just need you to fuck me or I’m going to explode!”
Mike sighed to himself, still unsure how all this was going to end. He looked at her again and then looked down to see her hips undulating just in front of his twitching cock. His decision made, he pushed his cock to her entrance and then slid it in all the way.
Melanie cried out and her orgasm hit her without warning. She started bucking her hips and shaking as she came against Mike’s cock. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, she was trembling all over and real tears poured on to her cheeks as she writhed against Mike’s penis, shoving at it with all her might to bury it inside her as far as it would go.
Unable to hold back himself with all her thrashing around, Mike started shooting his cum deep inside her. Both of them started whimpering and groaning as their orgasms overtook them. By the time they had both stopped cumming, they were lying side by side on the rug breathing heavily and unable to move.
“Wow!” a voice said from the other side of the couch. “That was some of the best sex I’ve ever heard of!”
They both looked up in shock to see Jennie standing over them. She was smiling and looking down at them; there seemed to be a flush around her neck and upper chest, so her excitement was obvious. Her top was open almost as far as her pants which were also undone and her nipples were standing out straight as they poked against the fine silk fabric.
“Maybe I should have stayed home;” she said with a grin, “instead of going went out with that loser Mark!”