Chapter 1
It was a time of transition for Melissa Taylor. Having just turned twenty, Melissa was no longer a girl, but she didn't exactly feel like a woman either. She lived at home as a matter of convenience and out of financial need. But she didn't plan to live there forever.
She had just completed her first year of college, her major picked at random simply because the school required it. Now it was time to find a summer job and start saving for a life of her own, since her father had agreed to pay for college.
Melissa, "Mel" to her friends and family, was a sweet girl who had grown up to be a knockout. She had let her straight hair grow long, reaching nearly to her waist, and it had changed from pale blonde to a rich champagne color as she matured. Her eyes were blue, deepened by contact lenses. She didn't really have to wear make-up, her natural skin tones varied and attractive on their own, but when she did, she was beautiful.
She stood five-foot-three and weighed ninety-six pounds, but she felt less than perfect. At this point in her life, she fully expected to have bigger breasts. She was by no means flat-chested, but felt larger tits would signify she was finally a woman. Still, her beauty and freshness, packed into such a delicate package, made her attractive to men of all ages. Sometimes, too attractive.
She had already had several job interviews, but more often than not, when she was alone with the guy, they put the make on her. Even though she found a couple of them quite handsome, she wasn't ready for casual sex just yet.
She began to wonder if every woman who went on an interview experienced the same treatment, or if it was just her. Even the guys who didn't make an obvious move on her seemed to exhibit an undercurrent of sex in their job offers. She had politely refused each sexual advance and each chance at employment.
When it came to sex, Mel was technically a virgin. Her pussy had never been penetrated by a man's cock. In fact, she had never even seen a man's cock in the flesh. Her fingers and a vibrator discovered in her mother's dresser had so far satisfied her needs, but she meant to change that.
She intended to find exactly the right guy to teach her the ways of sexual pleasure. She refused to believe that sex was something one simply fell into and out of easily. She knew, based on two years of masturbation, that once she found the right man, she'd be hooked on sex forever. She loved the way her fingers worked her pussy, and the vibrator made it obvious that orgasm was the greatest pleasure known to woman.
But she was not about to let just anybody touch her. She'd seen enough women's magazines, the kind with photos of naked men, to know she would only bed a man who was handsome, hung, sensitive and intelligent. She conceded that the man's qualifications did not necessarily have to come in that order.
She sat in a coffee shop reading the classified ads after another disappointing interview, wondering what was in store for her as she headed into adulthood. As she scanned ad after ad, she had the odd feeling that she was being watched. She looked up and around at the many faces in the restaurant. Then she made eye contact with the guy who was staring. He stood out from the others because he was young and handsome. She smiled awkwardly and quickly looked back down at the newspaper.
The young man had been staring for quite some time, either directly at her or at her reflection in the mirror behind the counter, hoping she would look up and notice him. When she did, and when she smiled, he felt bold. He also felt a twinge in his cock and had to shift his legs to allow for a slight expansion in his awakened prick.
Mel tried to read the ads, but the man's image kept replacing the words in front of her. She stole a couple more quick glances in his direction and smiled each time she looked up. He smiled back. It was all a game to Mel. She never expected to find Mr. Right in a coffee shop, and certainly wasn't going to put out for this guy.
She had been stared at before and had had men make crude suggestions, but she had successfully fended them all off. But when she stood up to leave and found the guy still staring at her, she felt at a loss for words. She searched her previous experiences for exactly the right line, but none came to mind.
As she headed for the cashier, the man stood up and walked beside her.
"Good morning," he said.
Mel gulped, tried to smile, failed and said, "Hello."
The guy took the ticket from her hand. "Allow me."
"I couldn't," Mel said meekly. "I insist."
They stood before the cashier and he paid for both checks. When he turned to leave, Melissa fell into step beside him. She had been caught off guard, no man ever taking this approach with her before.
When they were outside, fairly alone, he said, "I saw you sitting there by yourself and couldn't imagine such a beautiful young woman without a man at her side, even in a coffee shop."
She felt her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Anxiety flooded her. When she spoke, her voice sounded unfamiliar. "I was just having coffee, reading the want ads, and I don't need a man at my side for that."
"You, young lady, should always have a man at your side. And I'd be honored to be that man even for a little while. My name is David," he said, extending his hand in a gentlemanly fashion.
"Mel," she said, feeling a bit odd as she shook his hand, "I mean, Melissa."
"Let's take a walk and get to know one another, Melissa," David said, hooking her arm in his.
Mel instinctively knew where the conversation and the walk were heading, so she put a stop to it. She slid her arm out of his and said, "Wait. I don't know you from Adam. So, I'm not taking a walk, or anything, with you."
"You American girls!" David said, shaking his head. "You're so uptight!"
"American? So, where are you from?" she asked, somewhat surprised to learn that he was a foreigner.
"England."
"But you don't have an accent."
"I've worked very hard to lose it. Being in broadcasting, I thought it best to adopt your Midwestern accent, since that's what everyone wants."
"You're on TV?" Mel questioned.
"Radio. But I'm between jobs at the moment."
Mel realized she had relaxed and already entered into a conversation with this stranger. She smiled broadly and said, "Sorry I was so stuffy. Let's go somewhere and get acquainted, as you suggested."
David extended his arm, and Mel hooked her arm through it. Together, arm in arm, they walked off to their destiny.
Mel couldn't get over David's height. While she was shorter than most every man, he somehow seemed extra tall. As they walked along, she kept trying to estimate his exact height and weight. She didn't want to seem too personal yet, so didn't ask.
Coincidentally, David was wondering why he was so attracted to a woman so short. Then her small size moved him in a new direction. He began to wonder if she would be able to handle a cock his size. He looked down at her when he could, without appearing too inquisitive, and wished he could have the opportunity to find out.
They talked about this and that, mainly about the differences between England and America, then David suggested they go to his apartment to look out at the skyline.
Mel suspected that David was going to try to put the make on her. She continued her silent observations of him and wondered if she would be able to say no. She noticed the big bulge in the front of his pants and estimated his dick was about the size of some of the hunks she had seen in the magazines. When she thought about how big David's cock might be, she felt her heart pound and a prickly warmth spread through her loins.
They entered David's apartment, and the view was truly breathtaking, just as he'd promised. Mel stood at the wide windows and looked down on the ant-sized people and the tiny cars moving in silence below them. She felt the warmth of David's body close behind her and the steamy warmth of his breath on her neck. When she turned away from the view, she found herself securely in his arms.
It was the most natural thing she had ever experienced. She allowed him to enfold her within his strong grasp and pull her close. He was so much taller than her that her face was nestled against his chest.
David had to bend down to kiss her; his first contact a gentle kiss on her forehead, the second, equally as gentle, on her lips. Mel felt the blood pulsing through her body as if suddenly a pump had been activated to increase both its volume and speed.
"I.. .I.. .David.. . " Mel struggled to speak, but the words were lost in her throat. "Come with me," he whispered.
Melissa allowed herself to be led down a short hallway and into his bedroom. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her light frame to the wide bed. He laid her down gently, slipped off her shoes and delicately kissed her feet. Mel sunk into the big bed and closed her eyes.
She surrendered all resistance and let him proceed. She had the feeling that David was the Mr. Right she had been longing and looking for.
Warm, gentle fingers slipped Mel's stockings down, over her shapely legs and off her feet. She felt those same broad fingers work to open the buttons of her blouse. Cool air kissed her bare skin when he tugged the fabric off her shoulders and away from her torso. David unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and slipped his fingers inside. When he tugged downward, he pulled off her slip and panties along with the skirt. As David stripped her lower half, Mel reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and tossed it off the bed.
Lying unashamedly before him, she heard a sharp intake of breath as David gazed upon her naked body. She opened her eyes, almost lazily, and looked up at her hunk.
As David began to strip, feelings arose in Mel that she had never before experienced. She watched intently as his broad chest came into view, then his shoulders as he removed his shirt. She gazed at the trail of hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into his pants.
He kicked off his shoes and leaned over to remove his socks. When he straightened up, she instantly noticed that the front of his pants was being pushed out by his cock. She was nervous and excited about the prospect of seeing her first erection in the flesh. She hoped David's dick would live up to those she had seen in the magazines. Anticipation flushed her cheeks and elevated the temperature in her entire body.
David's breathing sounded labored and a fine sheen of perspiration sparkled on his forehead. Apparently, David was enjoying his strip as much as Mel. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to hurry out of his pants, but she waited patiently, her insides in turmoil.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he began to unveil his crotch. When the snap and the zipper were opened, and his clothing slid down his thighs, she got her first glimpse of a man's cock. And what a cock it was!
Mel sat up in the bed and gaped, her mouth open slightly, her eyes glued to his hairy crotch. David kicked his pants and underwear into the corner of the room and stood stark naked in front of her. He knew by the look on her face that this was her first encounter with a man's hard-on. He was in the presence of a virgin, and the thought excited him. Then his mind flooded with too many questions and wonders to contemplate at once. He had never been with a virgin before, but one thing was sure, he'd be gentle no matter what transpired between them.
Not quite fully erect, David grabbed his cock and pulled back the portion of his foreskin still covering his wide and flared cockhead. He spread his legs a little. Slowly, he stroked the full length of his dick to bring his cock to the absolute firmest it could be.
Mel continued to gape at his erection, and David fed her lust. Her eyes inflamed feelings in his groin not usually felt with other women. He wanted to perform for her, play with himself, show off his cock and his balls for her viewing pleasure. It was a turn-on of the highest magnitude.
One hand slipped between his thighs to scoop up his nuts and pull them forward for her inspection. He closed his fingers around his sac and pushed his balls downward, loosening them, stretching his skin around their oval smoothness. Then he let them fall back between his legs, rocking his hips to sway them gently. But his show was too much to tolerate without cumming. His hand was already stroking his cock too rapidly, and he quickly released his throbbing rod.
Mel's excitement turned to worry. His cock seemed far too big to fit into her virgin snatch. His dick was thicker than her fingers and definitely longer than her dildo, both of which seemed to comfortably occupy the space in her pussy. Where would she put all that extra muscle?
She had no way to gauge its actual dimensions, but it looked longer and thicker than any of the photos she had seen. But it also looked better than any picture.
"I can't," Mel said dryly, "I can't take all that inside me!"
"I was afraid of that," David said softly. "But don't be frightened. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. And we don't have to fuck, you know. There are other ways to satisfy our needs." He crawled onto the bed beside her, his hard cock angling over to his hip, his balls tumbling across his thigh.
The warmth she had experienced when he held her in his arms was like an arctic breeze compared to the heat of having him naked beside her. She sighed with his body so close to hers, their legs touching, her eyes dancing over the bare skin awaiting her caress.
David slipped one arm beneath her and one arm over her, lifting her, pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back. The full body contact was an unexpected thrill, her breasts flattening against his chest, her smooth legs atop his hairy legs, her pussy pressed to his pulsing cock. The feel of his hot, hard prick so close to her cunt nearly made her swoon.
David shifted beneath her and sent one hand into his crotch. He stood his big cock up between her legs.
Mel felt his firm, rigid prick press against her ass crack. She automatically clamped her legs together and sensed a new heat in her groin.
David humped slowly, rhythmically. His mighty log slid up and down, relishing the tight friction caused by Mel's hugging thighs.
"Feel it," David said. He reached around and guided her hand into the V of her legs, where his cock was gently stroking. He pressed his hand over hers, and her fingers wrapped around his large and fevered organ. "How does it feel?" he asked.
"Ohhhh," she purred dreamily. "It feels wonderful! I've never touched a man's penis before," she said quietly, as if embarrassed. "In fact, I've never even seen one before. In person, I mean."
"Never?" he asked, surprised. "What have you been doing for sex?" He immediately recognized that as a stupid question. He chuckled and gazed into her eyes. "Of course. I'll bet you've been fingering your pussy!"
Mel didn't respond out loud. She blushed and lowered her head. That was answer enough for David.
"Don't be embarrassed!" he said, bringing his hand to her chin to raise her face. "I masturbate, too. A lot. Everybody uses their hand now and then. There's nothing wrong with playing with yourself."
He raised up and kissed her gently. Her mouth opened for him, her tongue reaching out to make contact with his soft lips.
"I just thought I would have had sex with a man by now," she said, breaking their kiss, wanting to explain all her reasons for being a virgin, but letting her statement stand on its own for now. She continued to let her fingers investigate the shape and size of the large knob sliding between her thighs as they talked.
"I know you're a virgin," he said softly. "And I won't force myself on you. When the time is right, you'll know it." His hips stopped pumping, his cock shoved far up between her legs to give her fingers plenty of dick to caress.
"But you've gotten me so excited, I have to get my rocks off. Since you've never seen a naked man before, how about I show you how a guy gives himself a hand job? We can masturbate together, if you like."
David rolled Mel onto the bed, instructing her to sit up and watch. He helped her prop a pillow up against the headboard, and she sat back to watch the show.
David stretched out on the bed, his legs spread wide. Looking up at Mel, he said, "I've never done this with someone watching. Usually, I do it in the shower or here in the bedroom when I'm really horny and can't find a young lady to help me in my hour of need."
His hand closed around his rigid prick and slowly traversed the full length of his needy cock. He stopped his hand just below his flared corona and squeezed hard. His knob swelled and reddened before he released his fingers and sent his hand traveling back toward his balls.
Mel's eyes were fascinated by the sight. She felt a warmth and a wetness between her legs that was similar to what she always felt when she looked at her magazines and sent her fingers into her pussy. She wanted to do that now, but misplaced modesty kept her hands at her sides.
David grabbed his cock with both hands and sensuously pumped his towering length. He moved slowly over his fattened girth, trying to give Mel a good look at the awesome strength of his prick. After a moment, he slid one hand down to massage his nuts, opening his thighs as far as possible. Having Mel watching increased the pleasure of his stroking fist and fondling fingers.
Gazing at Mel, drinking in the loveliness of her nudity and her innocence, David was becoming very hot. A thick load was boiling inside him. "Do you like watching me?" he had to ask.
"Oh, yes!" she responded instantly. "But I always thought people only did this in private. I can't believe you're doing this for me. This is beautiful!"
"I like having you watch. It's really turning me on. Take a closer look if you want. Please. Get closer to my big cock. Watch my balls. Stare between my legs. Take a good look at my crotch. Please!"
Mel jumped on the opportunity to closely examine a man's groin. She moved down the bed and placed her face close to his crotch. David raised his ass from the bed to show her everything he had to offer. One hand slowly coursed over his cock while the other lifted his balls as her eyes scanned the wonders of a man.
Mel was intrigued by the construction of his groin, how everything was connected yet separate. She was particularly amazed by the amount of hair curling beneath his balls and leading back into his butt crack. She had much less hair than he and wondered if all men were the same. But there was a lot more to look at than just his hair.
She followed the thick veins on his shaft that led up to his gigantic cockhead. Then she saw clear liquid oozing from the tiny hole centered in his knob.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "Are you cumming already?"
"No, Melissa," David said with a chuckle. "That's not cum. That's lubrication for when I fuck you. But I'm getting close!"
The longer he stroked his thick dick, the greater the flow from his piss slit. His cockhead became shiny from the amount of fluid dribbling over his dick, his hand moving faster, his hips pumping, his balls bouncing as he let them fall back between his legs.
Mel sat back, awed by the stirrings in her pussy, her cunt pulsing and yearning for the plunge of her fingers. She brought her hands up to her tits as she watched David jack off, her fingers manipulating her nipples into firm peaks. As much as she wanted to play with her cooze, she just couldn't do it in front of him. She was being silly, but no amount of encouragement would force her hands between her legs.
"When I'm alone," David said between deep breaths, "I usually stand in front of the mirror. I like watching myself beat off. I don't know why. I mean.. .I'm not attracted to other guys.. .but I really get off on the.. .sight of my own dick."
Mel's eyes were still riveted to the giant cock and the loving hand manipulating it. "Would you rather do it in front of the mirror?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, immediately removing his hand from his cock. "You can see me twice that way," he remarked, sliding off the bed and moving in front of the mirror. He picked up where he had left off.
When Mel saw his reflection and his real body at the same time, she was nearly overwhelmed. She watched him rhythmically pump his rod and, at the same time, watched his hairy ass tense and relax as he rapidly brought himself to climax.
But the sight sent a sudden heat flash throughout her body, which couldn't be ignored. The urgency in her cunt was too great, and her inhibitions were finally dispatched to another realm. She stretched out on the bed, lying flat, with her legs spread wide apart. She began to finger her pussy and display her delicate twat for David's pleasure.
They watched one another in the mirror, each masturbating with serious intent. They were both hot, both stimulated by the other, by themselves.
David gazed at Mel's fingers as they caressed, tickled, probed and stroked her pussy. He noted that her blonde pubic bush was rather scant, barely covering the full lips of her virgin cooze. He saw, when she opened herself for him, that her cunt was an inviting, pastel pink and wet. Very, very wet. A prettier pussy would be very hard to find.
The spectacle laid out on the bed before him was too much to keep his climax in check. Shortly after his first look into the delicate recesses of her lovely box, the initial blast of his thick cream exploded from his cock and sprayed the mirror.
Spasm after spasm of fiery jizz rocked David's body. He was cumming so hard he could barely stand. His breathing all but stopped, his eyes glazed over, and his firing dick hurtled long strands of spunk toward his quivering and sweating image.
The sight of David's explosive climax was extraordinary. It surpassed anything she had imagined. She watched the long, white ropes of cum fly out of his cockhead and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that action erupting inside her cunt. But that was beyond her grasp. However, she knew instinctively that it would be better than fingering herself.
Even when the last of his climax had been spewed upon the mirror, David's hand continued to stroke his swollen rod. The sensitivity in his spent dick kept his body aroused as he watched Mel in the mirror.
It took her slightly longer to reach orgasm, but when she did, her pleasure was intense. She cried out and arched her back, lifting her sweet ass from the bed, raising her pussy so David could see it even better. Hot fluids gushed into her cunt, and she wished she could put on a show as David had done for her. But her cum didn't spray out of her pussy like his flew out of his cock.
She pounded her snatch rapidly, driving her finger deeply in and out of her erupting cunt. He eyes were open, locked on the double image of her first naked man, her first erect cock, and her first male orgasm. The sight had both provoked her climax and lengthened it.
David was transfixed as he witnessed her orgasm. The only part of him that moved was his arm as he completed his hand job. He would keep pumping his cock as long as Mel kept pumping her pussy. His only disappointment was that his mouth was not between her legs to receive her discharge. But he hoped that would happen at another time.
Mel dropped back onto the bed, still finger-fucking her cunt after her orgasm had run its course. Her hand only slowed when David began to slow, his clasping fingers barely moving over his red meat.
Finally, David had to stop. His cock hadn't gone completely soft, but he could no longer stand the sensations cavorting over his spent flesh. Mel stopped, too. Her cunt had squeezed out the last drop of her warm fluids, and her pussy, was too sensitive to continue playing.
David joined her on the bed. They were both sweaty, both breathing hard, and both thrilled by their efforts. He took her into his arms and cradled her, her head on his chest, their bodies barely touching.
"I hope we can do this again," he said softly. "And more."
"I think this is just the beginning of a long and beautiful friendship," Mel responded, snuggling closer, letting his wet and limp dick caress her leg.