Chapter 8

My alarm wasn’t set for the weekends but I woke a few minutes after six and the summer sun was already bright through the window. Usually, I got up right away, seeing no reason to lie around. This morning I was delighted to see Melissa’s hair spread around her sleeping face. I grabbed my phone and moved the camera to exclude any of her nudity but took a picture of her face and hair. I felt a little weird taking one when she was asleep but she was too beautiful to not capture it. It had woken me briefly when she got up for the bathroom twice during the night but I had been able to go back to sleep each time. She moved around a fair bit, clutching me and then rolling away in her sleep. At the moment I was unencumbered, so I decided to make my morning ablutions and go make coffee. Then I realized I didn’t actually know if she liked coffee. It hadn’t come up.

I reached over and rubbed gently on Melissa’s shoulder.

“Hey babe, do you want some coffee?” That earned me a grunt and some kind of whisper. I lay down to get my ear closer to her. “What did you say, baby?” The reply was guttural but I think I translated ‘coffee good, day bad’. Not a morning person, apparently.

I puttered around the kitchen checking out the news and started the coffee, then realized I didn’t know how Melissa liked hers. I thought about just making orange juice when I realized there was another source. I grabbed my phone and texted Lavi to ask her if she was awake.

I got an eggplant, eye-rolling emoji and some others that didn’t mean anything to me. I think the last one was poop. So, I texted back “huh?”

My phone rang and greeted it. “Good morning Lavi.”

I could hear the sleepiness in her voice. I’m guessing I woke her up. “Is everything OK?”

“Yeah, I just had a question.”

“What?” The tone indicated that she wished the phone had been turned off.

“How does Melissa like her coffee?”

I heard mumbling that I think may have been, “what the fuck”, as filtered by a pillow. Then she managed out, “Cream, sugar, lots of both so that no bitterness is left. Anything else?”

“No. Thank you.”

The phone abruptly hung up. I was making the coffee and cutting up some honeydew about fifteen minutes later when my phone dinged again. It was a text from Lavi. “not even 7, tell mellie it’s a good thing I luv her.”

I replied, “yes, it is and I will tell her.”

I hadn’t had to carry more than one plate and a cup in a long time. Somewhere I had a tray or two in a box, which I thought about as I carried two coffee cups awkwardly along with a plate of honeydew slices. As I reached the top of the stairs I walked in and saw that Melissa had grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her head, presumably to keep the sunlight out of her eyes. I grinned, put everything down on my side table and grabbed my phone for another picture. There was no way I wasn’t going to tease her about this later.

I sat down in the bed and held out her cup. “Come on, sleepyhead. It’s almost quarter till seven. Lavi will be here at eight, remember?”

With some grumbling, she removed the pillow and slowly pushed her back up against the headboard so that she didn’t so much sit up as just prop her back up. The movement made the sheet slide down and I was greeted with her magnificent breasts and her nipples standing out erect after feeling the sheets slide down past them. She wordlessly took the coffee from me which with all the cream was already cool and she eagerly drank from it. I didn’t see how it could help someone wake up with that much cream but maybe it was the sugar. Slowly, however, her eyes shifted to something resembling consciousness. I gave her ten minutes before I said anything and puttered around on my phone instead.

I found myself forgetting my own coffee as I enjoyed watching her. I sipped and said, “Lavi will probably have some words about me later.” I smirked.

“What happened?”

“She said to tell you it’s a good thing she loves you. I texted her to ask how you liked your coffee.”

“She’s an angel.”

“Want me to tell her?” I asked as I picked up my phone.

Melissa made a gimme gesture with her hands so I handed her the phone. As she started typing in messenger she woke up a bit more, typed, drank coffee, typed, drank coffee and repeated. As the light came into her face she took on that elfin look that innocent angel with a dirty mind. I figured if she was awake enough for this she was awake enough for something else. I put my coffee down on the bedside table and slid next to her. She gave me a strange look and then sighed as I took her nipple in my mouth and bit gently on it before I started to suck.

One hand grabbed my hair, “Oh yes you bastard, do that. I’m going to tell Lavi what you’re doing.” I heard her type. Her hands were busy between my hair, coffee, and typing. “I told her you’re sucking my nipple and the slut says she wishes she was here to help.”

I responded by reaching over to feel the one I wasn’t sucking on and pinch the nipple. When she moaned appreciatively I pinched a bit harder.

“Stop, stop!” I lifted my head. She quickly drank what was left in her cup and set the cup on the bed, then laid back. “OK, go.” I obeyed and crawled over so that I could easily switch between breasts. I already knew she liked her nipples played with roughly and I supplied, sucking, biting and planting gentle kisses around each mount before returning to the nipple and massaging the other with my hand.

I reached down with my right hand and slid it into the top of her panties. “No!” She reached for my hand with her left but I grabbed it and grabbed the wrist with my left. Holding it down with my weight on it and her other unable to reach around me had her flailing. We interlocked like a puzzle. Somewhere in the back of my head, I heard my phone pinging with messages but I ignored it.

She looked ready to rock away. I looked at her and very seriously just said: “Stop.” Moving my fingertips back down I reached carefully to where her clit was and found it. Touching it briefly I backed off again and rubbed above her pubic bone. I took my time enjoying her breasts, suckling on them, worshipping them. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew she would grow older, they would change but they’d still be perfect, hers.

Occasionally I dipped my fingers back down and played with the clit some more. Rubbing it gently in little circles, going by feel to rub around it. I never did it for long and backed off as she got close. I kept her arm locked between us, not letting her go. Sometimes I lifted my head while playing with her clit and stared at her but her head was always back, eyes closed tightly, concentrating on the sensation.

I returned to her breasts, kissing the flesh all over, sucking on the nipples, scraping them with the length of my tongue. I would take the nipple between my teeth and pull on it, applying more pressure as I pulled up until her hips went up in response and then I let go. A few times on the underside of the breast, where it would be unseen I bit into the flesh, leaving very tiny bite marks and she would whimper.

I felt her build-up, close, so close. I had lost any sense of time but her breasts were covered in faint marks from my suckling. For the last time, I sent my hand to her clitoris as I let go of her hand and sat up. Leaning down to put my face next to her ear, I whispered.

“It’s time for you to cum for me. Can you cum?” She nodded yes. “Good girl. I want you to cum.” I stroked her clit down, stroked harder on it and felt her shake. Her legs bucked up and a shudder reached through her body. She suddenly grabbed my shoulder and bit into it, hard. She seemed to freeze here, cumming hard, shaking and then suddenly still but not relaxing and then after then, breaths fell back down against the bed.

I laid down with her and snuggled agonist her chest as she stroked my hair.

“Happy,” I asked?

Content mumbling was my reply. Discreetly looking at my hand I saw a few tiny specks of blood on the fingers, hardly any at all. I kissed her and said, “I’ll make more coffee. We do need to get up.”

Collecting coffee cups I went downstairs and washed my hand, refilled the essence of the gods and returned upstairs. I could tell Melissa wasn’t sleeping but looked ready to fall back again.

“Come on,” I said down and held her cup out for her.

She groggily took it. “Your fault,” she half mumbled while pouting, “wake me up and then make me tired again.”

“I’m a bad man but I brought you coffee.”

“Forgiven.” She began drinking. “What time is it?”

“Quarter after seven.” I passed the plate of honeydew and she ate some.

“I didn’t...”

“What?”

“You know, get any on you did I?” She looked embarrassed.

I showed her my cleaned hand. “Nothing that wouldn’t clean up. One tiny drop.” She looked unhappy with me. “Did you enjoy it?” She nodded yes. “Then don’t worry about it.”

“It’s still gross.”

I held up my hands in surrender and smiled. “I’m not trying to push that boundary. But I wanted to get you off and I could do it without a major expedition down there. OK?”

“I guess I’m being a bit silly.”

“It’s your prerogative. I think in the young woman’s handbook it says somewhere you have to be silly sometimes just so I don’t start thinking you’re an actual angel.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. After that we sat, we ate, we chatted. She was meeting up with the cheerleaders that were staying on the team from last year to have lunch today. Her mom was joining them. She groaned at that. Her mom apparently volunteered for chaperone events and had inserted herself in this even though school wasn’t back in session yet. I didn’t have much to say but tried to listen sympathetically. There was one topic I needed to address though, especially after I checked my messages. I showed Melissa the phone.

A few messages went back and forth. Melissa handed the phone back to me. “Lavi said I’m a bad person for leaving her hanging like that with something about my nipples being sucked on. I told her I’d make it up to her when the chance presented itself.” She grinned and I felt a bit of blood rush at that thought.

“So,” I started. “That brings up something I meant to ask about last night but kind of got distracted from.”

“Uh Huh?” Melissa mumbled with a piece of melon in her mouth.

“Lavi, she wants to lose her virginity? To me? Why?”

Melissa sighed. “Let me see if I can make this make sense. She wants ... no offense, but it’s not about you, she said she wants the same experience I had. I told her about how it felt like my first time with you and she said she wanted to share that with me.”

“But she didn’t do this before when you lost your virginity?”

“Ugh, I told her not to. It was a shit poor experience, she’d be stupid to want to share that and I’d be shit for encouraging her.”

“She’s been with girls though?”

“A few. She said it was a lot of fun but she didn’t love any of them.”

“You didn’t copy her in that?”

She blushed. “I almost did, several times. I was too shy.”

“You didn’t seem shy in the pool that day.”

“I’d already chickened out a whole bunch of times and I was about to lose my mind if I didn’t do something. And Lavi ... don’t be surprised if it’s more than once.”

“How would you feel,” I asked her?

“I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.” She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “If I came in and found you fucking ... just someone I don’t know how I’d feel. It would be hot but I’d be confused. But Lavi? That would be amazing. I’d just want to lie down and kiss her and you while you fucked. That would be beautiful. You’re both beautiful. But...” she sat up straighter and looked nervous, “I don’t want you to think I’m like your ex.”

“You aren’t.” I looked at Melissa who still looked nervous so I explained more, “She talked about fantasies and they were always perfect until she had them. You know they wouldn’t be. If you’re really fine with me and Lavi it would be my honor to be her first.”

Melissa smiled. “You make me happy.”

“Now, is now a good time to ask about you and Lavi?”

“Oh, yeah.” She grinned. “So ... we kinda need your help.”

I tried to lift one eyebrow dramatically but I think I just made a funny face instead, so I stopped. “What’s up?”

“July 4th is her birthday. We usually have a big party and hang out somewhere to watch fireworks and all that.”

“I’m not following but I assume more is coming.”

“So, this year Lavi is having her party downtown, we have reservations at a restaurant with a big outside deck and there will be fireworks and everything. So ... it’s right near a bunch of hotels, she was thinking maybe rent two adjoining ones and we leave the door open.”

“I can just get you two a room.”

“No, I want you there, able to watch. She wants some space but I want you nearby. Unless you don’t want to be...”. She looked at me questioningly.

“If you are asking if I want to watch the two most beautiful women I know make love, yes I do. My dick would remove itself from me and look for a new home on principle if I said otherwise.”

“So, that’s a yes?”

I sighed. “That’s a yes, but I get to pick the hotel. Multiple rooms and I’ll sit outside the room but you have to spend the night with her. I’ll sleep in another room if she’s uncomfortable with me there. I’d love to be there, but drama with your best friend I don’t want.”

“No drama. Believe it or not she and I have talked about you a ton.” That I did believe, exactly what, wasn’t sure about. “She already said she’ll be fine with you sleeping with us. Just maybe me in the middle?”

“Sure, of course.”

“And you’re fine with just having to sit there? While we ... bunny time?”

I laughed, just thinking about it is making me hard. “Just to be clear, I won’t just be sitting there. You know there is no way I won’t be able to not touch myself, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And Lavi knows?”

“I’m pretty sure she knows you aren’t a eunuch but I’ll make sure.” She nodded with overly pronounced solemnity.

“Then I will have masturbation material for the rest of my life. That’s a pretty incredible gift.” That got me a deep, amazing kiss.

“Thank you,” she said as she came up for air.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone thank me for saying I was going to masturbate to them.”

“Then you didn’t know the right girls.”

“Maybe not.”

Eventually, we finished the honeydew and it was past 7:30.

She got up and stretched, Watching her legs revealed as the blanket moved off them and swing over the bed was erotic art. She looked over at me and seemed pleased at me watching her.

“Shower?”, I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll join you.”

Her face tightened up a bit. “You sure? I’m still...”

“On your period?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll behave and there’s plenty of room in there.”

“OK.” She seemed unsure.

Once in the bathroom, I watched her take her panties off and wrap the pad carefully up before putting it in the trash. In a few minutes, we were in the shower. Melissa kept turning like she was going to face me but then would think better of it. The large shower with multiple heads made it easy to shower without actually pressing against each other. I took the opportunity to wash her back and offer to shampoo her hair for her and sprinkled kisses on her shoulders while the hot water hit us. Soon enough we were out of the shower and dressing. Once when she turned around she saw my shoulder.