Teaching Melody (2 page)

His skin felt hot.

My palms broke out in sweat.

"I haven't been this close to anyone since Chelsea left," he muttered.

"Yeah." I didn't know what else to say.

Scene after scene flickered as the movie progressed. To my horror I realized it was a romance, and the male and female leads engaged in a make out fest. Extreme close-ups ensued as they sucked face.

I closed my eyes, mortified.

"You okay, honey?" he asked.

Honey?

"I mean---are you okay
Melody
?" He cleared his throat.

"Yes. Really."
Stop asking. You're making me even more nervous.
"But I didn't know this was a romance."

"You don't like romances?" He sounded surprised.

"Oh, it's okay I guess. Just a little embarrassing is all."

"Why's that?"

Oh god
. "I don't know. Just is. But---but I do like watching romantic movies."

"You think romantic movies are embarrassing? Why do they embarrass you? I'm curious."

"Because, you know, the love scenes and kissing and stuff."

"Of course. Melody, I've never known anyone as bashful as you. Your innocence is like a breath of fresh air."

"It is?"

"Yes." Brief chuckle. "I bet you've never been kissed, have you?"

For a second I couldn't breathe.

"Melody?"

"I've been kissed. By a boy. A long time ago."

"Oh? How was it?" Another amused chortle. He seemed to be making fun of me and I didn't appreciate it.

"Okay I guess."

The lead male in the movie swept his lover into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
Terrific
. Clothes floated to the foot of the bed as two nude bodies joined, writhing and heaving in the throes of passion.

When they moaned, I wished Preston would turn down the volume. I was too mortified to ask.

As the sex scene dragged, Preston's breathing deepened and his racing heart tapped my back. He stroked my hand and forearm. Despite my discomfort, he was starting to turn me on.
Really
turn me on. I struggled to breathe at an even, calm pace.

"I honestly wasn't mocking you a few minutes ago, Melody. I was only being nosy. Okay?" Lightly, his forefinger traced the entire length up my arm. Ecstasy fired within me.

"Okay, Preston." My voice sounded weak. I
felt
weak.

"Your skin's so soft and you smell so good," he mumbled as he continued tracing my skin, drawing invisible circles on my bare shoulder. I wore a halter top with thin straps, and he lowered one ever so slightly.

What the hell are you doing? And I thought I was nervous before.

There was no denying it, though. He was getting me wet.

Preston's crotch grew hard as he pressed against me, moving in a slow rhythm, his breathing ragged.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" he softly asked. "I don't want you to think of me as some creep."

Shocked, I said nothing.

"Melody, don't be afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid of you." It was a lie. I also feared myself, my own feelings and the thought of falling deeper in love with him. Having sex with Preston would solidify our bond, making it ten times as painful if he hurt me. But on that same note, I wanted him. Needed him. Craved him. Longed for him so badly I could
taste
it.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He fondled my hip, ran his hand up the curve of my waist. "I'll give you a real kiss from a real man with experience. If you'd like."

"Yes." God yes. I closed my eyes, waiting, hoping Preston would never break my heart.

"Just tell me if I'm moving too fast for you. Okay?"

"Okay."

Preston's sensuous lips grazed my temple, then my cheek. Tenderly his mouth kissed down to the corner of my lips. He palmed my jaw, turning my head until my mouth met his. Preston's lips delved into mine. My first actual kiss by a man. His mouth forced mine widely open to accept his tongue.

When the tip of Preston's tongue brushed mine, strange pleasant sensations intensified. Deep inside my mouth he went, his tongue darting, caressing en route to my throat. It felt weird but good at the same time. And he softly groaned, groping me all over.

Preston's hungry eyes pleaded, tempted, wanted me to let him go further and further.

Each passing second his kissing became urgent, frenzied. His crotch grated my ass. My neck was sore from its bent position, so I turned and lay on my back. Taking that as an invitation, Preston got on top.

I caught a glimpse of his pants, where his boner formed a massive slope in the center.

Clutching his broad shoulders, I allowed him to perform a dry fuck and he thrust his hardness into me, moaning in mounting rapture. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip and suckled.

"I'll show you, baby. Show you what a real man can do for you.
Show you how much pleasure a real man can give
."

Lost within the whirlwind of his wicked attention, I barely heard him.

"Damn, Melody, you're so fucking hot, delicious, tempting." More kissing, tongue thrusting. "I should've done this a long time ago."

Preston nipped the sides of my neck, advancing to the point of biting. Our actions got vicious and brutal. I scraped my fingers through his hair, then snared a handful and jerked as he bit me. flailing underneath him, I tipped my head back, basking in the agony he inflicted, loving every second.

“Baby, you're such a hot, tempting piece of ass.”
Slipping his hand beneath my top, his fingertips searched and found my nipple. I tensed as Preston rubbed, fingering until the nipple swelled, stiffened. While my legs encircled his slender waist, he lurched inward, his pelvis grinding and pushing me toward a climactic peak.

"Jesus, baby, you're turning me on. If we don't stop you're gonna get me off." He panted, not slowing his rapid motions. "Christ. I haven't had sex in forever and this feels so---
so fucking good
."

"I wanna be inside you," he said. "Oh god. Please let me inside you, baby." I felt his hand explore every inch of my stomach, waistline, breasts. His beautiful face flushed as he showered kisses on my lips, cheeks and neck, his enticing whispers begging for access to my vagina.

"I can't---because I'm a virgin. I've never done it."

Preston thumbed my cheek. "Then let me be your first, Melody. I won't disappoint you. I promise."

"I'm afraid."

"Don't be. You can trust me, honey. You know you can. I've loved you since you were little, though not in a perverse way. Not until now." He wickedly grinned.

"I do trust you but I'm not ready. Not yet."

"Haven't I turned you on?" He dipped to give me a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.

"Yes you have. I'm just too afraid."

"Okay. It's alright." His index finger caressed my face while he gazed, his eyes yearning. "I respect you for waiting, Melody. You're an amazing, beautiful girl."

I smiled.

Preston lifted to his side. The top of his pants extended outward, and he reached under the waistband to free his erection.

For the first time in my life I saw what one looked like.

It terrified me. Literally.

That huge thing sprang out, the base surrounded by wiry blond hair. Wide and broad through the shaft, the tip resembled a purplish hood.

What the holy fuck?

I wasn't ready but Preston certainly was.

"So what do you think, Melody?" He winked, holding the base of his hard-on and tipping it upright. His pants were rumpled past his hips.

"I don't know what to think." I stared.

"Is it big enough for you?"

"Oh, definitely."

Preston laughed and his dick flexed.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Gazing down, Preston moved his hand over his length, causing the head to bulge. Moisture trickled.

I couldn't look away. His dick fascinated me. It was crazy the way he could manipulate it, and the way droplets shed from the tip whenever he squeezed. He could even get it to move by tightening his stomach.

"Is this your first time seeing a cock?" he asked, smiling ear to ear.

"Yes. And it's so---big."

"Thank you. I measured it once," he admitted. "I guess eight inches isn't bad."

"Yeah."
How would that thing fit inside me?

"Chelsea always told me it was too big for her. She couldn't handle it, believe it or not. She avoided me every chance she could get. Can you imagine that?"

"No."

"Most women want a guy with a huge boner. But not Chelsea." He looked annoyed. "We had sex maybe twice every few months."

"I'm sorry, Preston."

"That's okay. Now she has some kid with a pencil dick. They're made for each other."

I giggled. Preston gazed at me, clutching his prick.

"Would you like to see me come?" he asked.

"Come?"
Come where?

"Melody, don't you know what that means? You know what an orgasm is, right?"

I nodded, blushing.

"Well, do you want to see me have an orgasm?" He licked his upper lip.

"Sure."

"Would you like to touch it and rub it? Or are you too afraid?"

I shook my head; then Preston brought my hand to his erection. My forefinger touched the tip and I recoiled. He laughed.

"It's okay, my cock's not gonna bite." He guided my hand back. "Put your fingers around it like this," he said. My fingers enclosed part of it, and my hand seemed small in comparison to the shaft.

It was throbbing.

"It feels weird. Hard like a rock," I said.

Preston didn't reply. Instead he guided my hand up and down, starting slow, then increasing the momentum.

His breath caught while I stroked. His eyelids drooped, his lips gaped. Preston raised his hips.

"Yes baby. Move it just like that." He sighed. "It's coming fast." Closing his hand around mine, Preston helped me stroke faster.

Soon he had my hand wrenching his cock in a violent rhythm. His eyes rolled back as he gulped in air. "Jesus, baby. You're doing it. Oh fuck, oh yeah."

His moans and cries got me twice as horny. I was positively drenched.

"Oh Melody, oh god, baby I can't wait to fuck you."

Preston grimaced, grunted. He jerked my hand up to the tip, cinched my fingers, forcing me to squeeze. The head protruded, his cock pulsed. He cried out and whimpered, hips thrashing.

Vague pulses escalated within the shaft.
Coming, coming, coming.

"Oh god, oh
fuck
." Contracting, enlarging, his cock fired. White fluid shot in the air. Up and down his pelvis pumped, simulating hot fucking, pretending to fill me with cum.

And
wow
, how I wanted it right then. Wanted it badly but now it was too late.

"Ah, oh, oh," he went until---finally---his cock finished firing. "Damn, Melody,
thank you
."

Oh, I was glad to do it. Trust me.

Preston tucked his dick inside his pajamas and tried to lay back on the sofa. With his body wedged to mine, we were nearly on top of each other. Preston's face hovered very close while his head lodged against the sofa arm.

It looked quite comical.

He crossed an arm over my chest and held me. "We should go in the bedroom. That way we'll have more room." Playfully he tweaked my nose.

Reaching the coffee table, he snatched the remote and switched off our neglected movie.

Preston took my hand, and led me to his bedroom where we lounged on his bed.

Propping his head up with one hand as he lay on his side, he gazed down at me, eyes twinkling mischievously. With my halter top hiked to the bottom of my breasts, Preston's finger glided up and down my bare stomach.

"Now that you've satisfied me, I need to satisfy you." His finger slid between my breasts, going farther and farther, endlessly tantalizing.

"How do you plan to satisfy me?" I said with a tentative, naughty grin. He was getting me
excited.

"If you'd like, I can either tongue fuck you or finger fuck you. Which do you prefer?"

I had to think. I wasn't familiar with either tongue or finger fucking. Both sounded intriguing.

"Maybe finger fuck me for now?"

Preston's salacious grin widened as he winked. "Your wish is my command." He was flirtatious, shameless. I
loved
this side of him. It made me ache and want him even more.

Preston rose and slowly
pulled down my shorts and panties, revealing my pussy. Thankfully I always shaved it.

My face grew hot with embarrassment, but it was okay. I loved Preston so sooner or later he was bound to see my clit.

Hopefully he'd soon love me;
really
love me.

"Relax," he quietly said, straddling my thighs. Preston gently parted the lips of my vulva, then abruptly inserted his middle finger inside my vagina. I jolted from the shock, although it didn't hurt or anything. I hadn't expected it.

"Sorry." Immediately he pulled out his finger. "I guess I should've warned you first." He chuckled.

"I'm okay. It was just a little shocking."

I peered down to watch. As his thumb and forefinger opened my vulva, his other index finger easily found the crimson button. He pried the lips farther apart, causing my clitoris to rise from the folds.

"Found your sweet spot," he said. He inched his finger toward it, teasing. Then, while gazing at me, Preston used two fingers to massage my clitoris.

Gradually he massaged in circular motions. His fingertips worked inward and then kneaded the center bump. The electric sizzle of his touch jarred my entire body. My clit tightened over and over, his touch generating sensual, pleasurable heat.

The heat radiated from his stroking fingers, creating an explosion of sensation. On and on he stroked, caressed, his magic fingers bringing the heat to feverish heights. My clitoris peeked, erect and engorged amid the lips.

"Looks nice. Tasty," he said, rubbing. "Would you like me to give it a lick?"

"Yes."

Lowering his head, Preston moaned as his tongue dragged across my clitoris, tasting and savoring. "Tastes sweet." He lowered for another lick. My clit tensed, along with the rest of my body as he lapped away. Starting at the tip, he eased his tongue downward, then flicked back and forth, dabbing at the center repeatedly.