My Friend Melissa [MF]

Based on a prompt from r/dirtywritingprompts by u/TrashClear483.

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Melissa’s late as usual. She’s the one that suggested meeting here and she can’t even be bothered to show up on time. Ah well.

At least a hot bombshell just walked in. Goddamn what a fine girl. Tits like pow and an ass thicker than a milkshake.

Oh shit she’s looking at me! Avert gaze, don’t look like a perv. Maybe steal a quick glance.

Oh no she’s walking towards me… and smiling? Did she catch me and found me irresistible? Maybe, one can only hope.

Fuck, what a hottie, the things I’d do to her- wait. No way… is that Melissa? Wow, the freshmen 15 hit her hard.

I get up, awkwardly hiding my hard on. “Hey Mel!”

She gives me a hug, while I tried with all my might not to knock Mr. Johnson into her.

“How was the drive back?” I ask.

“Oh, just terrible. Roads were awful all the way down, not to mention all the semis and idiots…” Honestly I zoned out. Last time I saw her, Melissa was a solid B cup. Not she was rocking some serious D cups. I’m not sure what to do. We never had a thing for each other before, she was just one of the guys. But now… no stop it, can’t think like that. She’d kick my ass if she found out about it.

“…so, how has school been for you?” She finishes.

“Oh you know, a lot of work, but the holidays are nice break.”

“I bet. I’m going to order a latte, did you want anything?”

I shake my head. “Nah, already put an order in.”

She walks off towards the counter, and I get a nice eyeful of her swaying hips. Man she’s gotta know what she’s packing surely? Melissa never walked like that before. Is she teasing me? No, no way. Has to be subconscious. Yeah definitely.

Eventually she comes strutting back to the table, latte in tow.

We shoot the shit for another half hour. It’s feels great to catch up after a year away, and I learn about her major in agriculture which is fascinating. I definitely was not staring at her boobs the entire time, and you can’t prove anything.

“So, where are you staying while you’re down here?” I ask.

“I’m crashing at a friend’s place. They’re out of town for the holiday and said I could stay there until they get back,” she says. *Out of town you say?* “You know, if your not busy, we could head back there and watch a movie or something.” *Or something sounds nice*

“Yah that’d be great! Been missing our movie nights back in highschool with the guys.”

“Just like old times,” she says, smiling.

We head back to the place she was crashing, a nice suburban home in town. Felt more expensive that it probably was.

Melissa tossed on How the Grinch Stole Christmas, handing me a beer and flopping on the couch. I took the other side. No way I was going to mess up our friendship over some horny thoughts. Gotta reign that shit in.

“I forgot how fun this movie is,” I say like a dork.

Melissa laughs. “Yah, it’s easily top five Christmas movies.”

The two of us go back and forth quoting along with the movie, singing to the songs and laughing at stupid jokes.

Absently, she began rubbing her legs on mine. They were so soft and smooth. Did she realize what she was doing? My boner sure did.

After awhile, Melissa got up to get two more beers for us. I was a little sad to lose the touch of her legs, but a new beer sounds good.

Beer in each hand, she set one down next to me and, to my surprise, laid down with me.

No way to hide Mr. Johnson, from her now.

“Man it is cold,” she says, snuggling close, basically grinding into my rock hard cock.

I couldn’t help but look down at her and got an eyeful of her cleavage. My face burned with embarrassed, but Mr. Johnson felt no such shame. Taking another quick look, I notice little bumps poking against her top. *She’s not wearing a bra, that minx*

With her so close, I get a waft of a something floral. Wait, was she… “Mel, are you wearing perfume?”

Her face flushed red. “Yah, I uh- ya know…”

“Hey, it’s okay. It smell great, I really like it,” I say. It was great and made her smell fantastic.

She melted into me further, seemingly eager to try to meld with me.

At this point, the credits were rolling. Neither of said a thing, nor did we make a move. Her body heat and the weight of her laying on me felt really good. I never imagined thinking about her like this, and yet here I was. Before college, we were close, but more like bros. This was so different.

Finally, she broke the silence. “Hey, so I was thinking…” she says, spinning to look me in the eye. Her tits pressed into me. Oh wow, her eyes are beautiful, did I really not know that? “Back in highschool, we were really close and all, and… I mean I’ve never… what I’m trying to say is- could we maybe?” Her face lights up bright red.

“What’s up Mel? Whatever it is, I promise not to make fun of you,” I say. Seeing her get to flustered and embarrassed was so satisfying after so many years of her cocky attitude. And oddly, kinda endearing.

“D-do you want to… do it, with me?” She stammers.

Despite having hyped it up in my mind this entire time, the request caught me off guard.

“It’s okay if you don’t, in fact just forget-” I took her face in my hands and kissed her.

Melissa’s body melted into the kiss, relaxing from her tender lips to the tips of her toes. It was pretty obvious she had never done this before, but I was happy to take the lead.

Once we separated, she took deep, labored breaths like she just ran a marathon.

“You know, I don’t want this mess up our friendship or anything, so we can stop if you want.”

I look her deep in the eyes with as soothing a look as I can muster. “I won’t let it mess up our friendship, but we can stop if you want. Do you want to?”

Bright tomato red, she shakes her head.

I take her stupid, beautiful, wonder face in my hands and plant kisses across her cheeks and nose and features, reaching her mouth after a teasing journey around her soft skin.

Another deep, passionate kiss, more ragged breaths to regain herself.

Melissa pushes herself up off me, pulling of her top in one quick motion. I had never seen her tits before, the closest I had ever come until today was accidentally walking in on her changing. At the time she was only in a bra so I didn’t see anything before she bitched me out. (Don’t worry I made fun of her for wearing one with near nonexistant boobs)

But today was something different. She had round, perky, D cups swaying with each breath. They were gorgeous and so sexy.

“Fuck, Melissa. You’re… hot,” I stutter.

Again, bright red, crossing her arms over her chest. “Sorry, I’m not used to being complimented like that.”

“Hey, I promised I won’t make fun of you. You have nothing to worry about. Would you be more comfortable if I took something off too?”

She nods without speaking.

I pull my shirt up over my head, not as dramatic as her, but still. “There, now we’re just as naked.”

She looks me up and down. “Heh, yah but I’ve got these tits, and you don’t have anything like that. I’m way more exposed.”

I saw her point. A bare chest was not really the same as rocking tits. “How about I take off my pants as well?”

Nodding she says, “yah that might work.”

Getting off me, she scampers to the opposite side of the couch, boobs jiggling as she moves. Beautiful.

Pulling my pants and drawers down off my legs, my cock bounces to attention, released from its denim prison.

Melissa gasps. Now I wasn’t the biggest guy around, so even that little bit was a serious ego boost. A bead of precum glitters in the dim light.

“Oh wow,” she says eventually. “I’ve never… been with anyone, I’m sorry.”

“Hey it’s okay. We all have to start somewhere.

Crawling back towards me, she says, “can I, taste it?”

I smile. “Of course, Mel.” She reaches me, a hand holding Mr. Johsnon. With unsure technique, she licks my heads, lapping up the precum. Shivers jolt across my body at her touch.

“Wow, it’s actually kinda good,” she says. “I’d always been a bit weird about doing this but maybe it’s not that bad.”

“You don’t have to continue of you don’t want,” I say.

“I kinda want to see if I can take you all in my mouth. But no blowjob. You’re not cumming in my mouth. That sounds super gross.” Before I could say anything else, she took my cock again, placing her lips around my head. Her tongue slid all around my sensitive head, lubricating my cock with her spit.

Inch by inch, she took more of me in before pulling out for breath. Bit by bit I felt the inside of her warm, wet mouth clamp around me. This is bliss.

Melissa worked on and on, until finally her lips reached the base of my cock. Seemed like she didn’t have much of a gag reflex. Her eyes met with mine, giving me a look of wild excitement. That is unbelievably hot.

Victory claimed, she slid my cock out of her mouth, a smile plastered on her dumb, sexy face.

“Mel that was so-”

“Shhh, don’t ruin the moment,” she interrupted, her smile becoming more sultry.

Standing, she unbuttons her shorts, hooking a thumb in the waistband to slide them over her toned legs. And for the first time since I’d met her, I saw her pussy. Fuck it’s so hot, just a messy, unkempt patch of red fur, like a true reflection of her wild spirit.

Melissa holds herself tight, a vain attempt to hide herself.

I could only stare at her like a slack jawed idiot.

“W-what do you think?” She asks.

Remembering how to speak, “Fuck Mel, you’re beautiful; sexy; hot.” I smile. “I appreciate you trusting me with this.”

She relaxes a bit, letting her boobs hang free. Slinking along the couch, she begins crawling up my body, sending tingles through my body wherever her soft smooth skin touches me.

Reaching my face, Melissa straddles me, her pussy now wet with anticipation, inches from my yearning cock.

She plants a firm wet kiss on my lips, one that utterly steals my breath away.

“Before we do… it, could you put this on?” She asks, pulling a small square packet from the side table.

I smile. “Of course, Melissa,” tearing open the pack and sliding the rubber over my cock.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my face burned with a mix of nerves, embarrassment and excitement.

Melissa was still bright red, beads of sweat dotting her forehead like sparkles on a lake.

Positioning herself above me, she guided me up to her waiting lips. With no ceremony, she began sliding me in. A moan escaped her lips as she took me in, and I could feel her tight pussy clamp around my cock.

Though the condom deadened some of the feeling, the fact that I was inside my best friend since highschool more than made up for it.

With me as far in as she dared, Melissa began sliding up and down my length, her breathing growing deeper and shaky as she went. Each stroke of her around me sent electricity through my entire body, a feeling I wouldn’t trade for the money in the world.

On and on she went, each breath drawing out a moan in time with her strokes, each stroke sending toe curling, eye rolling waves of euphoria throughout her.

On and on and on and on. Breathes to moans, strokes to euphoria. And I carried along just behind her, happy to be part of the trip.

She picked up speed, and I could tell she was close. With her new vigor, Melissa clamped around me tighter, eliciting deeper and deeper waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

Melissa’s moans reaches a crescendo of euphoria, transforming into screams of orgasm. Her pussy clamped down over and over around my cock, convulsing in ecstasy, sending me over the edge and spurting my load.

I did it, I actually came in my best friend. Oh fuck that was intense.

Melissa collapsed into me, out of breath and laughing. I joined in with her stupid, giddy giggling and we devolved into a heap of naked bodies and hysterics.

Once we got control of ourselves, Mel spoke up. “Thank you. That was… a lot of fun.” She lifts her head to look me on the eye. “And don’t you dare tell anyone about this, okay? If you do, I’ll kick your ass.”

My smile returns. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

And we fall asleep in a naked heap on the couch.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/roff6m/my_friend_melissa_mf