My eyes shoot to my bedroom door when Melody replies with a grunted moan. I don’t know why I’m surprised to notice it’s still closed. My parents have at least another two hours of arguing to do before they call it a night.
I’ve been impressed with Melody from the day we met, but she blows my fascination out of the water when she signs, “It feels so good, BJ. Ten times better than the hundreds of dreams I have had since my fifteenth birthday party.”
Any leftover hang-ups wreaking havoc with my gut evaporate in an instant. Her fifteenth birthday was the first time we got friendly under a blanket. Our touches could barely be classified as feather-like, but since they were occurring at regions of our bodies we had previously not explored, it was an explosive encounter that was only dampened when Madden walked in on us. His presence kills even the most blistering mojo.
After toying with her clit for a little while longer, I tap my index finger on her belly button to gain the attention of her eyes. When I have them, I ask, “Can I taste you?”
If Madden had an inkling of what was occurring in my room right now, he’d tell me to man up and take charge, but since it’s Melody’s body I’m endeavoring to please, I’m more than happy to seek her permission on the many things I want to do to her. Or better yet, encourage her to lead the way.
With her eyes as blistering as the heat bouncing between us, Melody nods. She raises her backside off my bed to assist me in removing her panties before sweeping open her thighs so my shoulders can fit between them. I stare at her pussy for several long minutes, desperate to taste her, but too mesmerized seeing her laid out like this to rush. I take my time fondling, touching, and soaking it all in until the tension hissing and cracking between us becomes too much.
I peer up at Melody, needing an additional nod of approval before I can kiss her pussy as I did her mouth earlier. When she gives it to me, I pierce my tongue between her glistening folds before sliding it up to the aching bud that started this all. I moan an indescribable grunt when a taste I can’t put into words bombards my tastebuds. It’s a little musky and slightly tangy, but I understand why Phoenix says a pussy is addictive enough to kill for it.
We haven’t even got to the main event yet, but I can confidently declare I’m going to be dependent on Melody’s pussy for the rest of my life. It’s my new favorite flavor.
I’m too busy eating Melody with hungry licks to take in the words she signs a few minutes later, but I’m reasonably sure they’re something along the lines of, “Yes, BJ. That feels sooo good.”
I tug, suck, and pull on her clit another four times before an intense shudder zaps through her body. She throws her head back to grunt into the cool air. I eat her like I’m an expert, confident I’m a professional when it comes to her happiness in every meaning of the word.
I swivel my tongue around her clit and drag it up her pussy for the next several minutes, only changing tactics when the desire to fill her with my body in some way overwhelms me.
Melody’s pussy stops gripping at nothing when I fill the gap with my finger. The walls of her vagina clench around me as her moans send pre-cum dripping off the end of my cock. While imagining my finger is my cock, I pump it in and out of her to the rhythm her hips are rocking.
This kills me to admit, but Madden was right. Milkshakes and fondling under a blanket were child’s play compared to this.
“More, BJ. Please,” Melody signs a short time later.
I peer at her over her sweat-misted breasts. “More?”
I almost make a mess of myself when our eyes collide and hold. If I’m reading her as well as I believe I can, she isn’t requesting an extra finger or additional swipes of my tongue. She wants me, or should I say, my dick.
“Are you sure? We don’t need to do this. Tonight has gone way beyond anything I could have ever hoped for.”
“I am sure.” She gestures for me to climb up her body. When I do as requested, she cups my heated cheeks in her hands. I can’t tell if she’s shaking in fear or euphoria. I get an idea it may be both when she signs, “Just go slow. This is going to hurt.”
“Mel—”
She cuts off my plea by issuing one of her own. “Please, BJ. I don’t want to do this with anyone else but you.”
When my eyes fail to announce a single smidge of the hesitation brewing in my gut, Melody scoots up the bed to the shoebox full of photographs hidden under my headboard. She knows there’s a three-strip of condoms inside since she placed them in there.
I watch her with interest when she rips the first condom off the strip. She’s smiling like she’s pleased they’re all still there. I don’t know why. Even if I haven’t been obsessed with her for over a decade, between school, training with Mr. Gregg, and being her best friend, I wouldn’t have time to date, much less find a girl interesting enough to take it this far. I’m not Madden. I don’t grade girls purely on the rumor they put out.
“Did you want to put it on, or would you like me to do it?” Melody signs while peering up at me with innocent yet sultry eyes.
“I will do it.” More because I don’t want to make a fool of myself than anything. If she puts her hands on me while I can still taste her on my tongue, I can’t guarantee I’ll have the ability to stop cum squirting out of my knob.
Melody smiles like she heard my private thoughts before her eyes lower to my dick. She watches me intently when I squeeze the tip before rolling the latex down my shaft as taught in sex ed.
“That was so much sexier than watching you do it on a banana.” Her eyes snap up to my face when she feels the vibrations of my chuckle. “What? It is true. Your dick isn’t kinked like the banana.” She hits me with a frisky wink. “But I bet it tastes just as good.”
And just like that, the uncomfortable friction in the air evaporates. It’s once again my best friend and me playing a very raunchy game of doctors and nurses.
“Do you remember the position Mr. Patterson said is best for first-timers during sex ed?”
Melody’s nose screws up. “I do, but I would rather keep Mr. Patterson out of this for the time being. We can talk about adding bed partners once we are no longer virgins.”
She laughs at the playful squint of my eyes before moving off the bed so I can lay down. Our combined moan bounces around my room when she straddles my lap a few seconds later. My lips are still moistened with her arousal, and now so is my dick.
