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“That sounds so good,” I say.
“Get a fucking room,” Ollie calls, and everyone laughs. “Seriously, you two are nauseatingly adorable. I know I only have myself to blame, considering the fact I set you up, but still. Do you have to be so goddamn cute?”
“Like you said, it’s all your fault,” Mel says, winking at me.
“Hey, where’s Van?” Santos asks. “And where’s Dean-o? How did we lose them?”
“Dean-o had a date with the girl from his theater class,” I explain.
“The one who hates him?” Booker asks, signing rapidly to keep Fallon in the loop.
“Turns out she doesn’t hate him anymore. And Van went upstairs. I’m kinda worried about him actually. He said he bombed a test, and I get the feeling his grades are pretty low, despite all the extra hours he’s putting in.”
“Shit,” Santos mutters. “I’ll talk to Coach tomorrow, see what we can do. I don’t get it. I helped him study for that Stats test and he did fine on the practice. I really thought that was gonna help his grade.”
“We’ll do whatever it takes,” Booker says. “We’ll talk to Coach tomorrow and see what he thinks. I know Kev graduated, but there’s got to be another tutor available.”
We’re all in a somber mood for a minute, envisioning the season without Van in it. He’s an integral part of the team, yes, but he’s also our friend. I really feel for the guy. Ollie senses our collective mood and starts telling stories, as Booker signs along. The mood’s been lightened, at least for tonight.
A few hours later, our mess is cleaned up, a motley crew of jack-o-lanterns line the porch, and we all call it a night. Booker and Fallon leave, Ollie and Santos decide to have one more beer, and I take Mel upstairs.
* * *
I’ve been waitingmy whole life for this.
And it’s not just that I’m finally turning in my v-card. It’s more than that. It’s the fact that I’m doing it with Mel.
We strip down silently andI turn on some music while Mel crawls into my bed. She’s naked and beautiful and everything I ever could have dreamed of.
Mel looks up at me. “You just gonna stand there and stare, or do you feel like joining me?” she asks, smiling.
In response, I slide in next to her. It’s true that we haven’t had penetrative sex yet, but we’ve definitely explored each other’s bodies. She curls up next to me and kisses her way along my jaw. I run my hand along the curve of her hip. Her skin is soft and smooth and I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to it. We lose ourselves in kisses before Mel pulls back and straddles me. She kisses her way down my body, and my dick gets impossibly harder.
“I know we made plans, Will,” she tells me, “but we can do whatever you want.”
“I want you,” I tell her honestly.
“That’s good, because I want you, too,” she says beforewrapping her lips around my cock.
Jesus. This is yet another thing I’m quickly becoming addicted to. Mel grips my cock at the base and sucks, and I swear I’m going to lose my mind and I’m loving every second of it. Instinctively, I pump my hips and she takes me deeper.“Fuck,” I curse. “Mel. God.” I’m losing my ability to form sentences, but there’s something important I need to say. “Mel. You.Fuck. You need to go first. Let me touch—”
Mel pops her lips off my dick and smiles. “There will be plenty of time for that, trust me. But right now, I’m going to suck you off, ok? You’re only twenty, Will. Your recovery time is like five minutes. Let me taste you before we go any further.”
That sounds like a plan to me. Mel takes me in her mouth again and I cradle her head in my hands as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper. Her hand strokes the perfect rhythm as her her lips and tongue threaten to make me lose all control. She hums and moans, her kisses wet and perfect. It gets me impossibly harder to know she loves this just as much as I do. And when I can’t take any more, I grip the sheets and surrender, coming hard.
I’m catching my breath as she licks her lips. My dick twitches in response, letting me know he’s up for whatever comes next.
Kissing Mel soundly, I wrap my arms around her and flip us so she’s flat on her back. I take my time drinking in every ounce of her body—her lips, her neck, her breasts, her belly, her hips, her thighs, until finally I’m between her parted legs. She reaches her hand between her legs and spreads herself open for me. Fuck. I hold her hips in place while I kiss my girl right where she needs me. She curses and moans, tugs at my hair and presses her perfect body against my face. And I’m hungry for all of it—fucking ravenous. I enter her with my tongue again and again, make love to her with my mouth while grinding my body into the mattress. She reaches for my shoulders and holds on tight, crying out as her orgasm unleashes. Her body shakes and trembles, so I hold her close while she rides out the wave.
I reach for a condom and sheath myself. I don’t fumble; I’m not nervous. I’m just ready to take this next step, and to take it with Mel. My dick is hard and aching, desperate to be inside her, so when she reaches for me, spreads her legs and positions me at her entrance, I’m half afraid I’m going to come before we even get started.
She’s wet, so damn wet for me. She takes me in, and when I’m fully seated, I swear I see stars. We’ve talked about this countless times, and I’ve dreamed about it for weeks now, but even my imagination couldn’t conjure up the absolute ecstasy of being inside her. Mel rocks her hips, and I take my cue from her. Soon, we’re moving in perfect rhythm. Her body grips mine, and though I’m doing my best to hold out, it’s a battle I’ll surely lose.
“Harder, god, yes,” she says, and it’s a command my body understands because it obeys. Soon she’s clenching around me, crying out again, and I follow her over, shouting out as I come.
We’re tangled up in each other, sweaty and sticky and so damn satisfied. In a few minutes, I’ll get up and get a washcloth and take care of my girl, but right now, I just want to be in this moment. She reaches up and presses a kiss to my lips.
“So…how was it?” she asks, unable to keep the smile off her face.
