Chapter 3: Melissa & Carla - First Time Sticky

My friend Melissa is my age, fifteen, but somehow she is ahead of me on some subjects.

She invited me for a sleepover because her parents were going to a party and would leave her home alone if I was there too. So it was all set. I was looking forward to it because she had told me her latest huge secret. She had lost her virginity. Tonight I would get all the details! I was in wide-eyed awe of her ever since she whispered the secret to me last Monday.

"No parties, right?"

"Yes Ma."

"No boys!"

"Of course not, Ma!"

"I know! I know! you are both good girls. I can trust you!" her mother smiled.

Melissa's father came down the stairs and struggled into his great coat. I grabbed the arm and held it for him.

"Thank you, Carla! Now, Melissa, remember, no parties ... no boys..."

"Of course not, Daddy!" she gave the obligatory reassurance.

They were off in a final burst of clicking high heels, slamming doors and automotive sounds. And we were alone in the house for the evening.

It's a nice feeling to be with your best friend and be able to talk about anything you want to; anything that is bothering you. It was that kind of a friendship, too. Even though my family rolls their eyes at Melissa's wild streak, I love her. She is as loyal as can be and shares everything she is feeling or thinking with me. And she never tells anyone. So it's like our own little world for a couple hours when we have a sleepover. Sleepovers are way cool!

She had been going steady with Kyle for a few months. Melissa was way ahead of me on the dating scene, too. I frequently had to pretend I understood to keep from admitting I was a bit of a retard in boy/girl stuff.

"What do you mean, dry-humping?" I asked.

We were both in our panties and long Chicago Bear t-shirts, sitting on her bed.

Melissa rolled her eyes and giggled at me. I blushed, and I almost knew what it must mean, but I wanted to be sure.

"I mean, that when we are out in Kyle's car or someplace making out, that we rub against each other until he cums." she looked at me expectantly, the grin still on her face. "I mean, it's safer than doing it ... right?"

"Sure." I muttered.

"You don't know, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Want me to show you?"

I nodded. "If you want to..."

She positioned us so that she could put her leg between mine and her mound sort of against my hip. She began moving her hips ... slowly ... firmly. Melissa put her lips against mine and began a sexy kiss. She rolled on top of me so that I felt the firm mold of her mound against mine. Her tongue darted out against my surprised lips. I was shocked to find my body reacting. I could feel that my face was flushed, my nipples hard, a gentle feeling of pleasure slid down between our bodies.

I opened my mouth a little and her tongue slipped in to find mine. I let myself enjoy it, though my body was tense under the unfamiliar fondling. Melissa began thrusting against me a little harder.

"Then, he does this." Her hand cupped my breast. "Do you like it?"

I nodded slightly, hesitantly.

"And then he does more."

"What?"

"This." Melissa's hand left my breast and I resented it a little. The hand slipped down along my side, up over my hip and brushed over the thatch of new hair over my mound. Then, she went further. Her fingers slipped down between my legs and I screamed with surprise.

"Shhhhh... " she said.

I tried to relax and she fondled me as Kyle fondled her.

"Then he would try to go further and I would have to stop him!"

"You mean... ?"

"This." I felt her fingers pull aside my panties and touch moist fresh skin between my legs.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"OK, that's enough. I get it. Thanks." I said a little urgently.

'And then he would start 'dry-humping' me like this." her hips thrust against me teasing me even more into excitement I had not felt before. "Then he would cum and I would feel it against me ... warm, like. I mean, you and I could probably ... you know, cum together like this if we wanted to."

I nodded knowingly, but really I was slightly bewildered.

We rolled apart and I found it hard to talk at first.

"Melissa. You told me ... you lost your ... virginity..."

She took a deep breath. Then she nodded, looking down at her lap.

"Yeah ... I did ... I let him go further."

I waited without pressing her.

She looked up at me; I think she expected me to disapprove.

I said nothing, just waited for her, expectantly. It was difficult to stay quiet, because I was dying to know all about it.

"Did it hurt?"

She nodded.

"Was it ... I mean ... did you like it? What was it like."

"It was ... kinda ... awful..."

"What?" I asked, my face in a hideous frown, half fear and half sympathy.

"Yeah, I don't know if I am going steady with him anymore ... just not sure..."

"What was it like? When?"

Last Friday night after the game." she began. "I waited for him outside the locker room. Then we talked awhile. He was feeling low because he fumbled and they lost. He wanted to make out and we sat and did that on a bleacher seat. People were almost all gone by then. He took me down under the stands and we kept kissing. It felt good. He pushed my sweater up and then pushed my bra up over my breasts and kissed them a long time. It felt, soooo goood. You know? And then suddenly he had his hand inside my panties, you know, I still had on my cheerleader skirt. We were excited, you know?"

I nodded, wanting her to continue. My mouth was dry with the voyeuristic pleasure of the story. I couldn't help it.

"I wanted it ... too ... I did. I was all excited and moist. He put one finger into me! It felt nice. So I let him ... continue. He pulled my hand down and put it on his dick. I didn't know he had unzipped and had it out. I stroked his cock while he finger-fucked me and sucked on my nipple."

"We were both excited. But he was really excited. I could feel that his whole body was tense and ... like, eager! Ya know? I could tell from the way that his finger felt inside me that I was very wet!'

I must have had an 'eyuuuu' look on my face, because she explained quickly.

"You know ... your pussy gets wet ... so it will slide in ... you know ... wet!"

I nodded, exaggerating so she wouldn't think I was dumb and continue that line of information.

"And then suddenly ... there was this stack of pads we use for tumbling? He turned me around and pushed me over them. He pulled up my skirt. Then he pulled down my cheerleader tights and my panties all at one time ... half way down my thighs. I could feel the chill night air, as he put his hands on my bare hips."

And then I felt the head of his cock against me ... against my pussy, actually ... like it was searching ... I remember saying 'We shouldn't ... I've never ... done this... ' but he was ... we were both too excited ... not thinking ... and it felt interesting ... good, like. Just nuzzling my pussy lips apart. I spread my legs ... Carly ... I did ... I remember spreading my legs for him. I knew it was wrong. But I spread my legs. And then pushed my underwear down and stepped one foot out of them to spread them a little more."

And suddenly, he just shoved it in! I know I screamed. It hurt! Oh god it hurt!"

She looked down for awhile and then her eyes found mine.

"Oh, Carly, it hurt so much! He just didn't seem to care. I screamed and he just jammed it into me. I screamed again and started crying but he didn't stop. I felt something, like, tear. It was so tight. I heard him grunt Very harsh sounding and then he just shoved it in and started doing it ... just kept dong it while I cried."

"It only lasted a minute or two. And then I felt the warm cum running down my legs, Carly. I felt, so ... dirty ... and then he pulled it out and fell on top of me, breathing like some animal. 'Was it good?' he said gruffly. But it wasn't at all good. The pain went away, but then it was over and he was wiping his thing on my cheer skirt!"

I put my hand on hers and we were quiet for a few minutes.

"Wish I could take it back." Melissa sighed.

"Are you OK."

"Oh, sure, I'm OK. It is just the sharp pain. But he didn't make it nice at all, that's why I want it back. After the first pain, it feels good, you know, if he had waited a minute. But it was just so rough ... I don't know. and then he was suddenly afraid of being caught so he hurried me away from there with his cum still sticky and runny down my thighs. Ugh! He didn't even pull my panties up for me, just left me standing there on one leg struggling to get back into them."