I spent [m]y New Year’s Eve fucking a woman who wouldn’t kiss me when the ball dropped.

This story is quite long, and features a fair bit of backstory. If you’re not interested in the build-up, I get it! To jump right into the sexier stuff, feel free to skip to where you see the thin, grey line.

I had recently broken with my (now) ex-girlfriend of three years. We’d spent every holiday and event of my post-collegiate life together, and I was now staring down the barrel of a New Year’s Eve spent alone. I was ready to wallow in my melancholy until my good buddy Jamie invited me to his girlfriend (also named Jamie’s) house for a small party. I had been to female Jamie’s house once before for a Fourth of July party with my ex, and when I say that female Jamie’s house was the largest I had ever been to, I mean it wasn’t even a competition. It looked like it belonged to minor European royalty, it was that resplendent. That night, we were gathering in female Jamie’s pool house—just off the main house—which in and of itself was nicer than the house I lived in.

I was last to arrive at this Roaring ‘20s themed party, appropriately adorned in a chunky tie and suspenders. Male Jamie immediately made me feel like a million bucks, rushing over to give me a hug and introduce me to the crew that had assembled to ring in the new year. I recognized his girlfriend and AJ (male Jamie’s brother), but many of the other faces were entirely new to me. I simply assumed they were friends of female Jamie. Most folks already looked like they were paired off for the night; the Jamies had each other, AJ was with his wife, some blonde cutie was sitting in the lap of a fairly brolic looking brunette gentleman, and a Warped-Tour-esque scene couple (who clearly did not get the theming memo) were having a lively chat while pouring themselves a drink.

The only other face I vaguely recognized belonged to a woman sitting at the ledge of the table where everyone was seated. She had raven-black hair and a smokey eye look that accentuated piercing hazel irises. It seemed as though her eyes could reduce you to a puddle if she looked at you hard enough. I was immediately smitten. Unfortunately, it appeared she had already claimed a doughy looking blonde guy with eyes that foiled hers in how glazed over they looked. It quickly occurred to me where I recognized her from: she was also at the Fourth of July party here. I couldn’t pay her any mind at the time, but now that I was single, it seemed I had already missed my chance.

I was somewhat disappointed that I would probably be the only partygoer going kissless when the ball dropped, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt and have fun.

I grabbed my first drink of the evening and settled in across the table from the sultry woman who I seemingly couldn’t take my eyes off of. The gang was in the middle of a game of Cards Against Humanity, with which I was familiar enough. I didn’t attempt to play any cards that would lead to a joke that was *too* raunchy or dark until I got a feel for everyone’s senses of humor. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before my dark-haired mistress was the judge for a round. She read out a card that said something to the extent of “sucking one-hundred dicks in a Starbucks bathroom.”

AJ piped up. “Oh, Melody, you have a lot of experience with that.” Now I had her name committed to memory.

“Don’t exaggerate! It was only, like, ten,” Melody sarcastically responded.

That answer, having given me a good sense for how she liked to banter, gave me the confidence to say to her, “Wow, you must have a really impressive jaw.”

Melody looked me dead in the eyes, and as I began to melt, leaned across the table saying, “Baby, you have no idea what my mouth can do.”

The rest of the evening moved much like that. The more folks jokingly revealed that Melody had a slutty side, the more I egged her on about her sluttiness. And in turn, she’d play into it for me. She’d grab my arm, or rub my leg, or call me baby. And I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough of the way her frilly cocktail dress contoured around her chest and hips to show off her curves. Couldn’t get enough of the sharp angle of her nose. Couldn’t get enough of the way her tight, red lips curled up into a smile as she laughed.
Yet, I couldn’t figure out why the blonde guy to her right kept laughing along whenever she’d grab me or wink at me. Until he climbed up the stairs of the pool house to crash around eleven.

“Where’s your boyfriend going?” I asked Melody. Female Jamie laughed hard in response, almost spilling the drink in her hand.

“Oh my god, that’s so funny that you thought Brendan was my boyfriend this whole night,” Melody answered.

Female Jamie added, “Brendan’s been our best friend since we were freshman. He’s gonna think it’s hysterical you said that.”

“He knows I think of him as a brother. I would never date him.” replied Melody.

“Would you fuck him?” Female Jamie turned to Melody to ask.

“Mmm…” Melody pretended to think, before bursting out laughing. “No! Fuck no. He knows that.”

Even before my three year relationship with my ex began, I had never had a proper one night stand at a party. The idea of flirting with—and fucking—a perfect stranger was a totally alien concept to me. It simply wasn’t in my character as a bookish teacher. But maybe it was the drinking. Maybe it was the aggressive flirting. Or maybe it was how touch starved I was after coming off of a long-term relationship. Most likely, it was all three that led me to my next comment to Melody.

“Would you fuck me?”

Female Jamie’s eyes went wide and her mouth flattened into a thin smile as Melody scooted into the chair at the head of the table, right next to mine. She played with the curls in my hair as she said, “Hmmm…I haven’t decided yet.”

The tease in Melody’s voice as she said that was bordering on cruelty. She was having an absolute blast toying with me, practically bullying me in full view of the rest of her friends. It was a dynamic that was entirely foreign to me; I’d never been messed with like this before.

The next hour or so would progress like that. Physically, she was giving me every indication that she was into me. She’d place her hands on my thighs, and caress my face. And I would respond in kind, playing footsie with her, and touching her bare legs as we moved closer and closer to each other. All the while, she’d tease me, and coyly mock me for how much I was attracted to her. I was her entertainment for the evening; a harmless, horny plaything she could poke at and prod all she wanted. And truth be told, I could hardly have been happier. Flirting with her was so effortless and breezy, and she wasn’t shy about playing up how sexy she was. It was fun being with a woman who enjoyed how sexy she was, and wasn’t shy about letting you know that *she* knew how sexy she was. And after being in a relationship with the same person for so long, it was exhilarating to play the will-we-fuck/won’t-we-fuck game again.

Finally, the ball was about to begin its descent to mark the beginning of the new year. We all gathered around the TV with champagne in our hands, counting down, ready to kiss whoever we were tethered to for the night. I sat next to Melody, but as the countdown reached ten she began moving away. She got up at eight, and by three she had situated herself next to the Jamies. When the fireworks went off on TV, everyone had their kiss except for me and Melody, who had opted to go and hug her friends. I followed her lead and gave AJ and male Jamie a hug, curious as to why Melody opted out of what we had seemingly been setting up all evening. When I returned to my seat, Melody quickly plopped down next to me and resumed playing with my hair. I assumed that this was the answer to my previous question. I would have to be content with just a flirtationship, which I quickly—and more-or-less happily—resigned myself to.

The assembled pool house partiers and I had a few more drinks and smoked a few more joints before Lyfts and Ubers began to whisk folks away into the night. Two by two, they dropped off until it was just the Jamies, AJ and his wife, Melody, and me. Finally, AJ’s ride arrived, and he and his wife offered to let me ride with them. Female Jamie was cleaning up and putting things away when she turned her head around to me to say, “Jamie and Melody are staying over in the big house. You’re welcome to stay over too, if you want.”

I looked from female Jamie to Melody and asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

“Well, what do you want?” she responded through pursed lips, as coolly as always.

“I’m happy to stay if you want me to.”

Melody got up now and approached me. “I want you to do what you want, baby.” upon saying this, she gripped my shirt with both hands and pressed her forehead up against mine so that everything but the tips of our noses and our mouths were touching. “What do you want to do? Do you want to kiss me?”

This was as forward as she had been the entire evening, and at this point, I didn’t care if this was just the next step in her game of aggressively toying with me. I didn’t care that AJ, his wife, and at least one of the Jamies were definitely staring at us. All I cared about was tasting her. So I leaned right in and pressed my mouth against hers, hard. I tasted the intoxicating blend of smoke and alcohol on her breath as we began making out after what felt like agonizing years of teasing. I could barely register the sound of AJ saying, “Allright man, good luck! Happy New Year!” as Melody traced her tongue across mine. I gently bit her lower lip as she pulled away.

Melody purred, “You were waiting for that all night long.”

The two of us composed ourselves just long enough to help the Jamies clean up the mess in the pool house, during which time, Melody seemingly had a change of heart. As we were walking across the dimly lit lawn to the main house, Melody held my arm, nibbled on my ear, and whispered, “Do you mind if we just cuddle tonight?”

Truth be told, I didn’t mind. Sure, I would’ve loved to have fucked her all night long, but quite frankly, I was content to just have someone to hold. It was enough to have her make me feel attractive, and to feel the warmth of another body next to me in the night.

So I agreed, as she led me into the pitch-black mansion where female Jamie and the rest of her family lived. I could hardly see where I was going, tripping over myself as Melody held my hand through inky hallways and staircases, catching me and laughing as we went. But somehow, we made it to Jamie’s fairy-lit room where the Jamies were already settled into bed. I looked around, noticing posters for bands like Paramore and The Gaslight Anthem on the walls, only faintly lit by the brightness emanating off of the TV at the front of the room. Somehow, I was elected to pick the movie that all of us would watch as we slowly drifted off to sleep, and knowing that I was selecting for some film school dweebs, I opted for *Good Time* (highly recommended for those who haven’t seen it). So—after changing into sleep clothes the Jamies let us borrow—Melody and I settled into the makeshift mattress set up on the floor next to the bed, as the neon blues and reds and Robert Pattinson’s fake Long Island accent washed over us.

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The Jamies immediately fell quiet, seemingly tuckered out from the party they just hosted, while Melody flipped over so that her back was facing towards me. “Hold me,” she whimpered, as she pressed her full ass—now lightly covered by simple booty shorts—up against me with all of the subtlety of a cannonball blasting through a ship’s hull. I didn’t need to be told twice, so I draped my arm across her exposed stomach while Melody continued to lightly wiggle her ass up against my cock.

You can understand my confusion here. Not half an hour ago, this woman said—in no uncertain terms—that we were not having sex. Yet here she was, very overtly taking the quickest route to getting my cock hard. Was this an extension of the game we had been playing all night long? Was her saying “Do you mind if we just cuddle?” a way for her to keep messing with me? Or, was this just going to be the most overtly sexual cuddle session I would ever have?

I had no answer to these questions, so I still wasn’t willing to do anything too crazy. I simply began slowly inching my arm up her torso. If she wasn’t interested in what I was doing yet, she must not have noticed because she wasn’t saying anything; her stomach just kept lightly rising and falling with her breath. Her loose t-shirt allowed me easy access under her shirt, which I ultimately decided to take. I faced no resistance. Instead, she pushed her soft ass up into my cock even harder. So my hand continued its odyssey up her body, finally brushing against the underside of one of her breasts. There was no way she couldn’t feel what was happening at this point.

To describe what was shared between the two of us at that moment as “sexual tension” would have been a joke; it was straight-up foreplay. So I grabbed her tits, and Melody let out a deep exhale, like she had just crossed the finish line during a marathon. I felt something cold and hard on her nipple, which I quickly figured out was a metal nipple bar, a first for me. Melody was still grinding her ass up against me, so I pushed back against it, shoving my now fully-hard cock up into her. I began moving my hip in tandem with her ass as I continued playing with her nipple bar, while Melody’s breaths became increasingly ragged.

It wasn’t long before Melody flipped around. She stared at me for the briefest moment. I could still feel the sting of her eyes piercing me as the neon lights emanating from the TV reflected off of them. Then, she attacked my mouth, hungrily. We kissed with abandon, heedless of the Jamies on the elevated bed next to us. Melody’s hands went for my face, holding it in place so that she could get as much of me as possible, while my hands found her thick, supple ass. I nibbled on her mouth as I pulled away for a moment.

“I thought you said we were just cuddling?” I whispered.

“Shut the fuck up. You know you like this,” She breathed back as she pulled me right back in for more.

I began operating on pure instinct as one of my hands migrated from her ass to her head. I hadn’t had sex with anyone other than my ex over the past few years, so my body naturally began doing the things to Melody that I used to do with my ex. That meant grabbing a handful of her black hair as I pulled her head back. I moved my lips down her neck, kissing her every step of the way down. Melody continued breathing hard, so I figured I must’ve been doing something right. I moved under the covers just in case the Jamies were still awake and pulled Melody’s shirt up to gain access to her stomach. My mouth began moving up to her tits that fit perfectly in my hands, nibbling on her stomach as I traveled. Each bite made her squeal with delight as she began running her hands through my hair, which only encouraged me to bite harder and harder each time. As I began leaving marks on her smooth, flat tummy, I slowly but surely found her tits. I put a perfect handful in my mouth and lightly flicked the bar with my tongue. Melody was beginning to squirm now as I moved from one breast to another, exposing herself to the Jamies. She quickly pulled my head up towards hers. She gave me one more deep kiss before whispering “come with me.”

The Jamies didn’t move as Melody took me by the hand towards a door connected to the side of the room that we did not enter from. I could just barely make out piles of clothes on shelves and hangers before the light from the bedroom evaporated as she shut the door behind me. Once the door clicked shut, it became impossible for me to see a thing in this walk-in closet, but Melody did not seem to struggle with the same problem. Out of nowhere, I felt a hand slip into my sweatpants and underwear as they were both yanked down in one fell swoop. I felt a gentle kiss on the tip of my dick before I heard Melody’s voice say “I can work with this.”

Before I even knew what was happening I felt the entire length of my still-hard cock become enveloped in the warmth of her lovely mouth. All I heard was the faint coughing sound coming from below me as Melody came back up for air before she went right back to bobbing her mouth up and down my shaft. She quickly proved that I—as she previously promised—had no idea what her mouth could do.

As Melody continued to work on my cock with her tongue and lips, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and began moving her myself. She responded to my prompting by grabbing my legs and driving my cock as deep down her throat as she could manage. She sucked and she gagged, letting spit run down my inner thighs before moving down to lick on my balls as she stroked my shaft with her hands. Unfortunately, I had fallen too much in love with the feeling of her tongue wrapped around my cock to let her use her hands for too long though, so I quickly steered her mouth back where it belonged. Melody had the tightest mouth I had ever been inside of, bar none. The way her tongue cradled the bottom of my cock as she glided back and forth along the shaft was heavenly; I was convinced I had encountered the patron saint of blowjobs.

My cock was about to explode before Melody popped back up, grabbed my head, and kissed me once again.

“You’re gonna finger me,” she quickly broke away to say.

I wasn’t about to deny her that simple request, so I grabbed my phone to turn on a flashlight; she might have developed night vision, but I still lacked that superpower. I finally had a chance to look upon the woman who had given me the best blowjob of my life. And upon seeing her tight, pink lips covered in spit, and the rest of her face covered in the same, I feared for a brief moment that I might be in love. So, I did what most would do in my situation: I moved towards her, grabbed her face, and continued making out with her. I quickly gripped her ass, and ripped the tiny, grey shorts covering it right off. I gave her bottom lip another little nibble as I tore my face away from hers and stuck two fingers into her mouth. She caressed them with her tongue, getting them nice and wet before I gave her a push onto a pile of clothes on the floor.

I got down on my knees to meet her on the floor and got a good look at her bush, nicely trimmed and flat. Melody was taking her thin t-shirt off as I resumed biting at her stomach. She let out little squeals of delight with each successive nibble. Meanwhile, my hand began rubbing the entrance of her pussy, which I found already totally drenched. After teasing her clit for a moment, I did as I was told and slipped a finger inside, eliciting a deep sigh from Melody. I moved back and forth, gently, increasing speed as I went, before easily adding a second finger. Melody began arching her neck in delight, as she did with each successive finger added, until all but my thumb was inside of her.

Melody’s breath was catching constantly as I moved my hand back and forth inside of her. My mouth was on one breast as she played with the other herself. But I had had my fill of her stomach and tits. I needed to eat something else.

“Can I eat your pussy?”

“Do it!”

I immediately dove onto my stomach and threw her legs over my shoulders. Her lips were already soaked as I threw my face into her pussy. Each of Melody’s exhales were breathy and ragged now, which only encouraged me. I did everything I could to devour her, prodding my tongue inside of her and around every fold. I took a quick pause to bite at the inside of her thigh, before reaching up to grab a handful of her tits, and returning to suck on her clit. She moved one hand down to my hair and pushed my face further into her pussy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

My listening comprehension skills have always been decent, so I continued doing what I was doing. I continued sucking on her clit and playing with her nipple bar between my fingers. I decided to put two fingers back inside of her, and they slid back in with ease. As my fingers moved back and forth in tandem with the rhythm of my licks, Melody wrapped her firm thighs around my head.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The way Melody had me locked in with her legs, I couldn’t have prevented her from cumming, even if I wanted to. All I could taste or smell was her treacly sweetness and saltiness. And then, a moment later, her legs tensed right up, her back arched, and her breath cut short.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”

I kept sucking on her clit and fingering her as she moaned out the words, trying to breathe as she kept me in her grip. I could only feel her legs quiver and her hips spasm while trapped. But, slowly, she caught her breath and pushed my head away as she came back down to earth.

When Melody finished wiping off her face and collecting herself, she noticed that by cock wasn’t quite as hard as it was before, as I had been concentrating less on myself for a while. So, she eagerly returned it to her mouth, and began stroking with her hand as she spit all over it once again. She worked furiously, moving her hand and mouth in perfect harmony as I felt my legs get tense. In no time at all, my dick was as hard as it had once been. She finished sucking and fell back onto the clothes pile.

“Now you can fuck me,” she said, while staring at the part of me she had just taken out of her mouth.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Just don’t cum inside of me.”

A responsible person would have declined her very generous offer, or perhaps negotiated for more of her world-class oral. But this evening, I found myself in my good friend’s girlfriend’s walk-in closet, on top of a pile of (now definitely) dirt clothes with some woman I had met five hours ago. Responsible decision making simply wasn’t in the cards.
I fell back to my knees and moved right up to Melody, propping one of her legs up against my torso and shoulder. She played with one of her nipples as I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up against me. Then, I took my cock in my hand and teased it against her clit for a moment before finally slipping it all the way inside of her warm, wet pussy. I pushed myself in until the hilt of my dick felt the squeeze of her pussy, which earned a breathy moan of approval from Melody. She had bragged about her mouth before, but her cunt was every part her mouth’s equal.

I started driving into her pussy slowly, in part because I wanted to build to something, but also because I knew I would immediately shoot ropes inside of her should I pick up pace too quickly. She felt amazing, regardless of pace though; I could already feel the dull ache of pressure building in my cock and lower abdomen as I pumped back and forth. Regardless, I began rubbing her clit with one hand in tandem with my fucking.

“Yeah, fuck, harder,” Melody grunted at me.

Once again, three years of established instinct kicked in. Almost automatically, my body took over, and I was no longer aware of what I was doing as I leaned in and grabbed her face in my hand.

“You want me to fuck you harder?” I growled, as I smacked her face, lightly at first.

“Yes,” she breathed out at me. “Harder.”

I smacked her harder this time. “Yeah, you want it harder, you fucking slut,” I snarled back as I picked up speed, now leveraging the entire weight of my body into her tight hole. Melody gave me a knowing smile and pulled my face into hers to kiss me. I grabbed her face once more and gave her a series of light smacks to the face as I continued to pound her, feeling my cock stretch out the walls of her pussy.

God, was I lucky she was into the shit I was putting out to her. I wasn’t even conscious of what I was doing. I was merely defaulting back to what my ex and I had been doing before we broke up. I was no longer strictly paying attention. I was practically performing for Melody.

So I continued playing this character for her, aggressively ramming my cock into her as I called her a “dirty little slut.” I moved my hand from her face to her tits, playing with her nipples and sucking on them, much to her pleasure. Melody responded by bringing her hand down to rub her clit in sync with the ebb and flow of my dick. I was hard as glass inside of her, and as I watched her getting herself off to the sight of me fucking her, I felt my cock become an overstuffed Boston cream donut: any more added pressure would cause me to leak all over her.

Melody’s eyes closed as her neck arched back in delight. “Don’t fucking stop. Don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, still rubbing herself, as her free hand shot over to dig her nails into my arm.

This wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear at that moment. Sure, I was delighted that I was pleasing Melody, and under most circumstances, the words “I’m gonna cum,” are three of the best words you can possibly hear from a woman. But I desperately needed to do the one thing Melody just told me not to do. So, instead of enjoying the process of making Melody cum, I frantically tried to distract myself by remembering the lyrics to various Simon & Garfunkel songs. “Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.” I went on in my head like that as I absentmindedly kept pace inside of Melody.

Melody’s nails dug deeper into my arms, breaking me out of my mini trance. “Oh! Fuck!” she yelped, as her entire body arched once again. I felt the walls of her pussy spasmodically pulse around my cock, and while I wanted to force myself as far into her as I could in that moment, I was on the verge of cumming deep inside of her as she came all over my cock. And, while that would have been a joy, I wasn’t about to do the one thing she asked me not to do. Instead, I pulled out, and buried my face deep into her pussy as she came all over my face and began running her fingers through my hair again. I was more than happy to bask in the trembling of her hips and the spasming of her pussy, while I lightly ran my tongue over her clit.

We both took a chance to recover before Melody asked, “How’d you know I’d like it when you hit me?”

“You seemed like you’d like it,” I half-lied, not revealing that I simply wasn’t thinking at all when I did it.

“What else do you think I’d like?”

“Well, you’re gonna turn around and let me fuck you from behind, whether you like it or not.”

She was smiling again. “And what if I don’t?” Melody coyly asked, inching towards me.

I squeezed her face again. “I’m gonna have to hit you again,” I said, as I gave her a gentle slap.

She moaned, and kept smiling. “And what if I want that?”

I smacked Melody harder now, which provoked another moan from her. Then, I grabbed her hips and flipped her ass over to face me, to which she let out a little squeak. My cock was still nice and hard, but I gave her cunt a good lick, up and down, to make sure she was ready to go. I didn’t bother answering her. Instead, I took hold of her sleek, black hair, as I quickly slipped my cock all the way into her pussy until it disappeared beneath the shadow of her tremendous ass.

I took a moment to look down and behold Melody from behind. The way she leaned down on her forearms to arch her back and show off her thick hips made it obvious she knew exactly how sexy she was. So, I put my free hand on her hips, and gave a generous tug on her hair as I plowed into her ass over and over again, making sure she felt every inch of me. I watched as her cushiony cheeks jiggled with every impact before I gave her hair another, harder tug. Her neck was arched back at me now so that she was looking up at the ceiling. I moved my hand from her hips to her neck and moved my face close to hers as I slowed my pace down to long, methodical strokes.

Melody gave me a wry smile. “You love my ass, don’t you?”

I didn’t say anything in response; she knew how terrific her ass was. Instead, I tightened my grip on her hair and neck as I drove my cock as hard as I could deep inside of her. All she could do was let out a pleased, little squeal.

I let go of her and returned my hands to her hips, reverting to long, slow strokes, and loving the feeling of every pulse of movement inside of her. Then, I smacked her ass hard, without warning, watching it shake in response.

“Fuck this ass,” Melody commanded.

“Fuck this dick, if you want it that bad,” I countered, as I gave her pillowy ass another hard slap.

It wasn’t long before Melody was bucking her hips like a pro. Back and forth, her ass gobbled up my cock, as I smacked her tush and enjoyed the show. I moved my hands back to her hips as she quickened her pace, swiveling her fabulous ass up and down my shaft. Then, all of a sudden, she slammed her ass all the way down my cock and stopped moving all together. I could feel nothing but a pulsating, heated constriction as she tensed and relaxed her cunt around the entire length of my cock. Her pussy was like a python for my dick.

All I could do was let out a low, “Oh, fuck,” as I collapsed onto her, wrapping my arms around the front of her body and giving both doughy tits a squeeze as I pulled her torso up to me. We were both on our knees as I held her from behind, feeling the warmth of her body against my body, and the warmth of her pussy around my cock. I drove up into Melody, moving my dick around inside of her as she squeezed the walls of her cunt tight around me. I felt waves of tension radiating out from around my dick. It felt so dense and waterlogged inside of her; I knew I was going to erupt, and nothing I could do would stop that.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, tearing my dick from inside of her.

“On my ass.”

So I shoved my cock between velvety ass cheeks and my torso, still holding her close, as I furiously pumped.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.

Melody turned her head around to face me. “Cum for me baby. I want you to cum for me.” I felt her breath, hot on my face before she slipped her tongue in my mouth.

That’s all it took for me. Loads of cum ripped out from my cock and onto Melody’s ass as sharp waves of relief washed over my body. My dick pulsated heat between her cheeks as I grunted in orgasmic bliss. I was spent.

Melody removed her face from mine, and a self-satisfied grin flickered across her face. “You had a lot of fun back there, didn’t you?”

We spent the rest of the night playing with each others’ bodies, alternating between making out, foreplay, and out-and-out fucking. Sometimes, we’d go back into the closet out of courtesy. Often, we didn’t though. If the Jamies ever noticed, they were too polite to say anything.

Melody was the kind of girl you compare other women to; you can’t help but look back on her fondly. Sure, she knew how to move her body during sex, but it was her gestures, how she carried herself, how she looked at you. She was the master of all the little things that made sex as sexy as possible. She was the woman behind the best sex I have ever had, and she helped turn what should have been a miserable New Year’s Eve into my favorite one (even if she didn’t kiss me at midnight). So, thank you Melody, wherever you are now.

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