Chapter 2
Although she didn't want to, Melissa had to leave David to keep another interview appointment. Before she left, he made her promise that she would see him again. It was a promise freely given.
After the interview, she wished she had stayed with David. She wasn't at all suited for the job, and both she and the interviewer knew it. Their time together was short, leaving plenty of the afternoon open. She considered going back to David's, but decided to go home instead. She really needed to think about what had happened, and, more importantly, where it might lead.
Neither of her parents were home when she arrived and she headed directly to her bedroom. Alone, with the door locked, Mel sat on the edge of the bed and thought about David.
The heat and the wetness of their encounter was still very much with her. The puffy feeling she always got after her cunt had reached orgasm remained alive in her crotch. But there was a new feeling as well. Her breasts seemed supersensitive.
The increased arousal in her small tits had been realized much earlier, and she was astonished that the erotic sensations were still there. During her interview, she was very self-conscious about the firmness of her nipples, fearing her hard little nubs could be seen through her bra and her blouse. And each time she moved, the tingle charging away from her concealed nipples caused her to suck in a tiny gasp of air. Even away from him, she was still turned on by David.
She stood up and moved to the dresser mirror. For a fleeting instant, she saw David's naked body reflected in the glass, his cock hard, his hand pumping, his balls jangling merrily between his thighs. Then it was her reflection, a young woman, smiling and feeling very good about herself.
"Twenty years old," she said to her image, "but I look eighteen." Turning sideways, she gazed at her profile. She knew her tits were small, a source of disappointment. Turning a little more and lowering her gaze to her hips, they too were still developing.
She turned completely 'around until she was once again facing the mirror. Without making a conscious decision to do so, she began to undress.
She had spent countless evenings in the solitude of her bedroom, undressing as she was doing now, enjoying her solo sex, but the feelings were totally different today. Now that she had been with a man, sort of with a man, she felt more like a woman.
Stripped of her clothing and some of her inhibitions, she felt, she flipped on the light switch and stood before the mirror. She faced a stranger.
Her face seemed to somehow better reflect her age. While youthful, there was a certain maturity in her smile. And other changes appeared to have materialized after only one encounter with a man. Her breasts looked bigger as her hands moved up to cup them. While she could still completely cover them, they felt bigger, too. She thought her tits were too small, but then her hands were also small. Maybe they were the right size after all. At least David had not complained.
Turning from side to side, she reevaluated her body. Even though she didn't have the hourglass figure she presumed was the mark of a mature woman, everything seemed to fit together in a very attractive package. Yes, her hips were slender, more like a boy's than a woman's, but they curved seductively into shapely legs. But most of all, they framed her pussy in just the right proportion to make her cunt appear larger than it actually was.
Raising her arms to bunch her hair on the top of her head, her tits flattened into little more than giant nipples. And they were giants. Rosy red and hard as could be, they pointed dramatically away from her chest. She allowed her eyes to drift down to her twat, her blonde hairs barely hiding the soft lips that folded over the delicate tissues of her pussy. She wondered why there were so few hairs covering her snatch when David had handfuls surrounding his cock and covering the thick ridge leading back to his asshole. She decided it was just one more difference between men and women.
Thinking of him, David suddenly reappeared in the mirror, jacking off with vigorous strokes. She was troubled by the image, wondering if she would ever get him out of her mind. Then she knew she didn't want to. She felt the image of her naked man would make her next orgasm the best one ever.
She closed her eyes and thought very hard about how his naked body had looked and how she had felt staring at him. Heat rose up between her legs. She let her hair fall and her hands skim down her body. Her legs parted as her fingers neared her cunt.
Then her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her pussy, then back at her reflection. "Oh, how could I ever take that big thing of his?" she asked out loud. "My pussy is so small, and his cock is so huge!"
She let her hands drift between her legs and began the familiar tickling and probing that always made her feel so good. The more she rubbed her tender cunt lips, the more she turned herself on, the more she wished she had been brave enough to try fucking David. She craved the feel of a man's cock gliding within her pussy and was very disappointed that she hadn't even given it a try.
With the first trickles of moisture in her heating snatch, she moved to the bed and sat on the edge. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and raised her legs, spreading them wide. She could see the reflection of her open crotch in the mirror. She stared at a hot, ripe cunt, wet and puffy, swollen and inflamed. It was a cunt ready for fucking.
But she was alone. She scooted back on the bed and used her hands the best way she knew how. Her left hand went to fondle and tweak her nipples as her other hand got busy on her eager cunt.
She closed her eyes, moaning softly, her fingers spreading her pussy's tender lips and probing as far into her interior as she could get. All the time she was playing with her twat, she thought of David, desperately wishing that he was there with her right then.
She licked the thumb and forefinger of her hand and spread her warm saliva over her nipples. Her manipulations made her peaks stand up even more rigid, firm and hot. Massaging and pulling on her stimulating nipples, she brought her other hand out of her pussy and up to her face. She smelled the sweet fragrance of her snatch, then licked her fingers. They tasted as good as they smelled.
She quickly sent them back to her pussy. She had gotten very good at masturbation, knowing just where to touch to create the most pleasurable sensations. And she knew what speed to use when. Her hand needed little guidance and her mind was free to produce the images that would stimulate her climax. Today, her images were all of David, particularly of his cock.
She used her forefinger and ring finger to open herself up, her middle finger stroking through her damp slit and into her cunt. There was one hot, terribly sensitive spot inside her pussy that always demanded her attention. She wasn't sure if that was the G spot she had read about, but that didn't matter. Whatever it might be called, it was a source of extreme pleasure.
She moved her finger over the spot with delicate precision, slightly brushing against it at first. Then she increased the pressure, slowly, deliberately, until she was pounding her hand against her snatch. Her darting finger rubbed briskly over the tiny spot that always ignited her orgasm.
Her cunthole was tight and getting tighter, meaning her climax was building inside her. She gently pumped her hips as her finger probed and stroked. The longer she fingered her pussy, the hotter and tighter it got. And the closer she came to cumming, the faster her hand pounded against her fiery mound, her finger thrusting madly.
The sloshy, squishing sounds she made as her finger raced in and out of her heating twat got louder and louder. The smell, too, got stronger and stronger. Both turned her on and elevated her need to cum.
Her left hand continued to play over her tits. But when the twinges of her orgasm intensified, she locked her fingers around one breast and squeezed hard, sending shock waves of ecstasy through her small body.
Mel bent her legs and let her knees drop wide apart. Her back was flat against the bed, and both hands were very active as she approached the summit of her stimulating hand job.
Her head lolled from side to side as her climax grew in intensity. Her eyes were closed tightly and her lips were firmly together. Her mouth wouldn't open until the very moment of orgasm, when her lips would part to pant her pleasure.
Her skin flushed a bright pink and perspiration dotted her smooth flesh. Her right hand was wet from the hot liquids extracted from her cunt by her pumping finger. And the hotter she got, the more fluids were produced by her mounting excitement.
Even though David's naked image frolicked in her mind, her orgasm was a long time coming. It grew steadily deep inside her, but seemed reluctant to erupt. The ecstasy of her plunging finger became nearly too much to bear. Her mouth opened to gasp for air, to sigh around the unwillingness of her climax. Liquids boiled and churned in her depths, but refused to gush over her stroking finger.
Panting deeply, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips pumped the air in frantic need. To encourage her reticent orgasm and to save her sanity, she forced two fingers into the tight hole of her cunt. Her circle expanded around the increased girth, her fingers defying any resistance.
Her two fingers were no wider than her vibrator, and her pussy soon adjusted to the increased size ramming through its entrance. But the slight stretch in her gripping muscle seemed to have little effect on the speed of her orgasm. That didn't keep her from trying harder, from stroking faster and faster, her need to cum driving her fingers deeply into her box.
When her moment of release finally arrived, she cried out in near delirium and joy. With each spasm that sent blazing liquids into her cunt, she clamped down around her thrusting fingers. With each expulsion of searing fluids, she either pushed in or pulled out to increase the friction and the glory of her climax.
While her orgasm had been a long time in coming, it was also a long time in ending. Her honey flowed in jerking rushes, and she removed her fingers to prolong the ecstasy. She rubbed the palm of her hand over the heated lips of her cunt, but dared not reenter her pussy. She didn't want to risk speeding up her orgasm's pace by fingering her cunt. She wanted it to blast at a steady, devastating speed.
Even without her encouragement, her climax bolted through her body. She lay back and enjoyed the explosive sensations, her hand massaging her snatch, but no more than that. In her mind, David was cumming with her, his white spunk splattering the mirror once more.
When her orgasm ebbed and then stopped altogether, she dropped her legs back to the bed, leaving them spread wide apart. Cool air drifted over her heated snatch, and her hands drifted to her sides, her chest heaving to replenish her lungs.
She lay very still for quite some time, letting her body recover from her euphoric release. While her body may have been inactive, her mind was just the opposite. Because her climax had been so lengthy, she wondered if maybe she had experienced multiple orgasms rather than one. And why had it taken her so long to cum? Now that she had been with a man, did she always need to be with a man to cum quickly?
Other questions formed and went unanswered until Mel finally decided she had a lot to learn about sex. And she knew she wasn't going to learn it by herself. Since David seemed willing to instruct her, she would save her questions for him.
Having lost track of the time, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the clock on the dresser. But the reflection in the mirror distracted her. She had seen her pussy's image many times, but it looked different than ever before.
The flesh around her box was bright red. She spread her thighs and sent her hands down to open her snatch. Her cunt lips were engorged and hot to the touch. But more surprisingly, her pussy ached like it needed to cum again. She felt satisfied and yet she didn't. Was that the result of being sexually awakened? Another question she would pose to David.
She looked at the clock. It would be at least an hour before either of her parents came home.