Chapter 7: Visiting Mel

I felt a little sheepish when the two of us finally descended and meandered into the kitchen. Both of Mel’s parents were there enjoying coffee and reading the newspaper before they headed off to their Friday jobs.

Mel’s mom spoke first, “Good morning you sleepy heads. I hope you both slept well.”

“Good morning,” came from her dad. He shot me a glance that assured me he knew I had violated his daughter at least a dozen times sometime during the night. Then again, maybe I just felt guilty. He did smile politely.

I mumbled something about sleeping just fine. Unseen, Mel jabbed me in the ribs as she told her parents what our plans for the day were.

“Doug wants to see Rockport and Gloucester, so I thought we’d borrow a car, if that’s all right, and go and have lunch there. He wants to take some photos. Then he wants to see some modern apartments similar to the one where we live in Columbus. I told you he’s working this summer doing renovations to some of the units, and he wants ideas. He’s also going to be the on-premises guy for maintenance once school starts. We get a free apartment as part of the deal.”

Mel’s parents talked briefly about how they could arrange their commute so we had a car at our disposal. That problem solved; Mel’s dad engaged me in a discussion about my handyman skills. Soon the two of us were laughing about my inexperience and some of the creative plumbing I’d done the first week or two. I relaxed a little and the obvious fact that I’d been fucking his daughter seemed to fade from our thoughts.

The day was pristine and perfect for photography. Of course, Mel ended up in most of my photographs. I seemed to have a fixation. We both called Joy while we sat outside at a little bistro but she couldn’t talk too long as she was in the midst of preparing for the Saturday wedding she was in. We did telephone kisses and the afternoon returned to just the two of us.

Mel later drove us into Wakefield and Reading and we found two large and new apartment complexes to look at. We pretended like we were imminent renters and went through units of various sizes and floor layouts. I got some wonderful ideas for expanding the available space in some of the units by knocking out full walls and using half-walls or counters as room dividers. I didn’t think much of the colors in any of the units we saw; most were all plain white and thus boring. I told Mel about what Joy was doing with color wheels and contrasting walls in the same room. She couldn’t wait to see everything.

We got back to Mel’s house about five o’clock. Her parents arrived moments later from their nearby jobs. The four of us sat down together and I showed them the hundred or so photos I’d taken that day, including the pictures in the apartments and my ideas for renovations where I was working.

Inside my hormones were raging for a number of reasons. Periodically, when her parents weren’t watching or had left the room, Mel plastered her lithe body against mine and laid kiss after hot kiss on me. Further, she reminded me often of how fucking hot her friend Katie was and how I would really enjoy grinding my beef stick – as she took to calling it that afternoon – into her friend’s nubile body. Occasionally, she would describe how hot I would feel watching Dan’s cock surging in and out of her pussy, or how hot she’d feel watching my shaft plunge into her good friend’s snug little cunt. The way she talked aroused me and I struggled with hiding my hard-on when her parents would reappear.

I told Mel she was raising expectations that Katie wouldn’t meet and that I was sure to be disappointed. I also told her that I was worried about the expectations about me that she’d built up with Katie; expectations that I would fail to meet.

Further, I assured her that no one could measure up to her in so many ways. Mel made me get specific and itemize as many ways that I could. I ran out of praise for the Pixie’s many virtues and positive attributes after about five minutes of rapid talking. My God, I’m a good bullshit artist! We both laughed over some of my exaggerated compliments.

As we sat talking to her parents about my carpentry and repair work and Joy’s painting, I found that every other second I courted a sexual thought. I wondered that I could even function I was so in heat. I knew what they meant when they say a guy thinks with his dick.

I wondered about my mention of Joy’s name, however, they seemed to accept the mention as though it was natural that I shared the same friends as Mel. Her Mom even asked about Joy’s use of contrasting colors in the same room when I mentioned it. I had a couple of pictures on my cellphone and showed her the painting scheme in what was about to become ‘our’ new apartment.

Mel’s dad asked me, “What will you and Joy do if Mel doesn’t like the new apartment?” It was a legitimate question asked with true curiosity yet perhaps a sense of jest. I saw all sorts of land mines in how I answered that question; my brain came to screeching halt and I’m sure I exhibited that deer in the headlight look.

I took the question seriously and my reply seemed to prove something to the three of them sitting there. I told them, “If Mel doesn’t like it, the three of us will find something we all like and that’s where we’ll live.”

My knees sort of knocked together. There it was out in the open – the fact that three of us would live together. All sorts of implications followed from my statement.

The Pixie beamed one of her most radiant smiles at me. She said to her dad, “That’s how we think, because we love each other. But I know that Joy and Doug picked the apartment and colors thinking of how they loved me and so I know I’ll really like it even without physically seeing it.”

My knees clanged together even more loudly. The Pixie had put the icing on the cake. It was on the table that we not only lived together but also that we all loved each other. I knew that both her parents appreciated the implications of Mel’s use of the word ‘Love’.

Her dad nodded with a sense of finality. Her mom actually had a tear in her eye. She reached forward and squeezed both our hands and said, “You guys are so nice together – all of you. Bring Joy the next time you come visit. You can even have the big bed in our room; we’ll use the queen bed in the guest room.”

I couldn’t believe my ears or the implications of all that had just transpired. Mel’s mom had, in so many words, just said, “We bless your threesome.”

I think I stammered out something like, “Oh, sure,” and then the conversation migrated back to fixing up apartments and condos as a fulltime business and whether work like that could be viable in a shaky real estate market.

We excused ourselves from dinner with her parents as Mel had made it known that we were ‘double dating’ with Dan and Katie. No details were provided except that we might ‘crash over at Katie’s place’ if we got too tired after binging on four or five movies. I detected a certainty from Mel in my not returning to her house that night.

Katie was a vision of heavenly loveliness – a mix of the girl next door and seductress. Mel’s friend had auburn hair in pageboy haircut complete with big bangs that almost came down to her eyebrows. Her face was round with a small mouth that held sparkling white teeth that she kept flashing in a beautiful smile. Her green eyes were offset by a bevy of freckles across her cheeks and up-turned nose that tilted the balance of opinion towards a hometown girl.

What tilted the scale even further in her favor in general was her near-perfect body. She stood about five-foot-four, was thin and not a person you could call busty, but she did have curves in the right places. Nonetheless, she knew how to work with what she had; a scoop-neck blouse plunged perilously low across her braless chest, teasing each person she met, while her midriff showed just a tasteful couple of inches around her hip-hugger jeans.

Dan stood about five-ten and I pegged him as a wrestler; he had that stocky yet muscular stance where his trapezoidal body balanced above narrow hips and muscular legs. He sported dark hair that still showed a trace of hair gel in its styling. Two tattoos graced his forearms: one a star and the other a Gordian knot. He too sported a few freckles on his cheeks and nose, giving him that down home look as well. He was wearing an old Dave Matthews Band T-shirt, jeans and well-worn deck shoes. He had a strong handshake and seemed eager for the night to get underway.

Dan and Katie greeted us at the door to Katie’s house – actually her parents’ home. After introductions were made the four of us headed out to a Tex-Mex restaurant called On the Border. We talked and I got to know the pair as we waited for a table. Dan was a sophomore and Katie had just finished her freshman year at U. Mass Amherst about 90 miles west of Boston. Dan had chosen engineering and she computer technology as majors.

As we talked I kept testing myself to see if I could really be interested in Katie – sexually. She flirted with me in a dozen small ways, almost reading my mind and subtly offering herself up to me in front of her boyfriend. At our table she insisted on our making contact with our legs under the table. The contact wasn’t particularly sexual, just the growing familiarity of our body parts touching and not pulling away.

Mel flirted with everyone she came in contact with – male and female. Thus, when I watched her with Dan, I realized she already had him on the hook and was again reeling him in, so to speak. I chuckled to myself and smiled seeing how happy she seemed with her long-time friends.