"That was nice," I whispered without opening my eyes. My dick flopped out of her mouth and rolled to a flaccid stop, pulsating quietly and dribbling. In the darkness I could feel Melina smiling. She wiped away a glistening drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.
"Good," she whispered back, settling into the bed next to me and drawing the covers about her slender, golden body. "Now go sleep on the couch, I'm still mad at you."
She pointed to the open bedroom door, and I felt my body rise off the bed despite my exhaustion, obeying her demand like a trained lap dog or some mechanical, unthinking robot.
If I had tried to protest I knew we'd be arguing until after the sun came up. Instead I grabbed my pillow and an extra blanket from the foot of the bed and without a word, retreated to the sanctuary of the living room. It would be uncomfortable, but at least it would be quiet.
"And in the future if you find yourself with an opinion you'd like to voice," she said from somewhere deep beneath the covers, putting an extra emphasis on the word opinion. "Do yourself a favor. Keep it to yourself."
And there I was, after two years of forced compliments and kind words, two years of feigned attentiveness and swallowed pride, curled into the fetal position resting uncomfortably on the couch, a victim of my own innocent, off-handed comment.
"Why do I put up with this shit?" I thought struggling to keep my toes covered with the thin, worn blanket.
"For the blowjobs," I reminded myself as the room around me swirled sleepily on its axis and finally faded to black.
I awoke a few hours later to find Melina standing over me packed and ready to go. She was sipping black coffee from a ceramic mug as I tried to brush the sleepiness out of my eyes.
"I know how you can make it up to me," she finally said. I was still half asleep and her words floated past me as if in a fog. I could not properly structure my thoughts, let alone respond, but as it turned out I wasn't meant to.
"I'm going home," she continued. "If you care about me at all and want this relationship to continue you'll meet me at my apartment at six o'clock tonight." Her words fell off her lips and buzzed about my head like a swarm of bees.
I tried to protest. Bedford was too far, two long hours, and I didn't feel up to the trip.
"I have something I want to show you. Will you be there?" She asked.
I wanted to say no, but said nothing. Her naked ass was still dancing through my mind.
"The choice is yours," she said as she gathered her handbag from the coffee table and crossed the room to the front door. She stood for a moment in the threshold and turned back to look at me. "But if you don't come, we're through."
And with that, she was gone along with my hope of a quiet, undisturbed evening at home alone.
I arrived at Melina's apartment a few minutes before six and went inside. I found her in the bedroom, naked except for a pair of tight pink panties with a small black bow. She wore a dark pair of knee-high hose held in place with a garter belt. Her ass never looked better, though her tits still seemed small to me.
"You're here," she said as I entered, throwing her arms around my neck, her panties rubbing against the bulge forming in my slacks. "I'm glad."
"Me too," I said feeling over dressed, still wondering why I was there. Melina crossed the bedroom and opened the closet door.
"Get in," she said. I looked at her blankly but felt my legs carry me to her. The closet was large and there was plenty of room for me to stand comfortably amongst her clothes and stuffed animals. She closed the door, and it was suddenly dark. Through the slats, I had a perfect view of the room, and watched her lay down on the bed.
"Can you see me okay?" She asked. When I said that I could she continued. "You're going to be in there awhile so make yourself comfortable."
I still wasn't sure what was going on.
"There's something I want you to see tonight. You have to stay in the closet. If you make a sound or come out for any reason, I'll never speak to you again."
It sounded crazy but I had no choice. If I ever wanted to feel those ruby, red lips wrap themselves around my cock again, I'd have to do what she said.
"I don't understand..." I began but was cut off.
"You don't have to." She gushed, obviously still very upset over the previous nights misunderstanding. "I just want you to stay in the closet, keep you mouth shut and watch. Got it?"
I assured her that I understood and watched her through the slats as she rose off the bed, wrapped herself in a flimsy nightgown and crossed the room to the door. My eyes followed her panties.
"Wait here," she said, her smile blossoming into an uncontrollable titter. "And remember, don't make a sound or we're through!"
Then she was gone, panties and all. And I was left to make myself as comfortable as I could, as quietly as possible.
It seemed as though I was alone for an eternity but it probably wasn't more than ten minutes. I crouched silently in the closet, waiting for her to return. Finally, the bedroom door opened and I heard Melina enter. She glided in, her nightgown billowing around her smooth nakedness, her nipples, poking through the sheer fabric, were a hard pink and standing at attention.
But she was not alone.
A dark, handsome boy, no more than nineteen followed her into the bedroom and closed the door. He was obviously nervous and excited as he wrestled with the latch, his dick visibly growing inside his pants with each passing second.
"Is it locked?" Melina asked. The boy nodded as he came closer, tripping on the rug but regaining his composure. Melina smiled at his awkwardness, ready to turn his fumbling child-like hands into those of a man.
She let her nightgown drift slowly to the floor as she spread her body out upon the bed, giving the boy and myself a nice, full look at her creamy thighs. She pulled her panties down around her ankles and kicked them to the floor at the boys' feet. He stared at the mound of pink fabric and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Not yet," Melina purred and his fingers stopped moving. "Come sit next to me."
Of course he obeyed. His prick was swollen now, banging against his jeans like a caged lion. Melina leaned back and caressed her breasts with her fingertips.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked, innocently enough. The boy nodded, licking his chops like a hungry wolf. Melina smiled. "Are you sure they're not too small?"
"They're perfect," the boy breathed heavily, bringing a smile to Melina's lips.
"Would you like to suck them?" she asked. The boy answered with actions, not words. Moving slowly, as if in a dream, the boy reached out with both hands, grabbing a breast in each, and leaned forward. As his head tilted closer to Melina's chest, his eyes closed and his lips searched the air blindly for the first pink nugget.
He kissed it. A soft, sweet peck as if he were kissing his mother good night. His head hovered there, his lips alive with wonder and delight as his small hands tightened around Melina's fleshy, white breasts. Then he dove in, head first, cramming his face between them, licking, kissing and softly nibbling. As the boy plowed along, Melina watched the closet door, smirking, staring right into my eyes although I knew she could not see me through slats the way I could see her. Her head tilted back, her green eyes flashed with excitement as the boy slobbered and sucked clumsily, first one nipple then the other. Melina's mouth parted, her crimson tresses cascading down her back.
"Tell me my tits are perfect," Melina moaned. "I like it when you tell me my tits are perfect."
"Your tits are perfect," the boy intoned, but the words were muffled and incoherent buried deep in her cleavage.
She pulled away from the boy's hands and stretched out along the bed like a cat, spreading her thighs wide and arching her back to give him a great look at her neatly trimmed bush, the heart-shaped birthmark and the pink, wet gash between her legs.
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