Chapter 4

The night out in front of Helen's and Tom's had been one of the best things that had ever happened to me. We hadn't done anything other than kiss in the car and then outside her door, but I could have cared less. She loved me!

Over the following weeks, we were both relaxed and found new delight in each other. Without removing our clothes, we kissed, petted, and teased each other to utter distraction. Her favorite thing to do was to straddle me and grind against my cock; until I yelled uncle. And once I discovered she was ticklish there, my favorite thing to do to her was to nibble and suck on the section of her shoulder leading up to her neck.

One week our schedules were so hectic -- she was doing inventory at the store; I was trying to meet a deadline on a story for Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine -- that we didn't have any contact other than a couple of brief phone calls.

Thursday night, after plowing through a case of writer's block -- it only took thirty games of solitaire for this feat -- I finished the story and fell into bed at a quarter after eleven.

"Hey."

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock; five after three.

"Dammit!" I spoke aloud, rolling over in bed. "Would you stop already!"

"You're the one who had the dream," my swollen cock replied.

For the last two nights, my cock had woken me up at ungodly hours, throbbing and demanding attention. And here we were again.

"I don't remember any dream."

He sighed. "My cousin got King Solomon, and I'm stuck with you."

I had been having asinine conversations with my cock since I was a teenager. They were just an extension of my creative genius; thus, I wasn't concerned about my sanity -- too much!

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax so that I could get back to sleep, but my cock simply would not cooperate.

"C'mon. Give me a squeeze."

"No! I am not going to change the sheets, three days in a row."

"Lazy," my cock taunted; and proceeded to increase his pressure. "Let's take a nice steamy shower, then."

"How about a cold one?"

"Watch it, buster, or you'll be changing the sheets."

"And you'll get an ice-cube."

"Gotcha!"

I cursed as a hot current hit my groin. I loved playing with ice-cubes.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" I tossed off the covers. "I'll take a damn steamy shower."

A few minutes later, standing outside the tub, I stuck my hand under the water before stepping into the rising steam. The spray teased my skin as my mind wandered into a silent fantasy about Melody.

I was standing in the history section of her store and she was kneeling behind me, her hand between my thighs, cupping me and squeezing my hardness inside my jeans, while she gently nipped at the sensitive spot of my lower back, beneath my shirt.

I watched as she crawled in front me and unsnapped my jeans. She slowly pulled on the zipper, smiling up at me from time to time. When the denim was around my ankles, she pressed her face against my boxers, licking my hard-on through the silk cloth.

Finally, watching my face the entire time, she lowered my shorts. She then winked at me and proceeded to run her tongue up my inner thigh before gently sucking my skin in the place that drives me wild.

She smiled at me before gliding the tip of her tongue over my shaft, bringing me to a full erection that she quickly enveloped between her cheeks and took to the back of her throat.

Moaning, I hugged my raging hard-on in my left hand and gently squeezed, while the fingers of my other hand teased my balls.

As the pressure mounted, and my breathing became ragged, I worked my hand faster; pulling and tugging, imagining Melody's mouth.

"Ahhh."

My load seemed to spray all over the place.