Melony and Alex: Back to Her Place
Melony started to unlock the door and then stopped when she realized something. “Uh, my place is kind of messy… Just giving you a heads up.” When she’d asked Alex if he wanted to come back to her apartment and talk more, the state of it hadn’t really come to mind. The invitation itself had been kind of an impulsive idea that arose when after they were leaving the restaurant on their second date and he said he really liked spending time with her and wanted to see her again.
Alex and Melony had met at her friend Sharon’s birthday party. Sharon and Alex worked together and Melony had been her friend since they were in high school. They were both able to survive the party when they realized their mutual interest in The Mothman. After bouncing theories off each other all night (Alex said it was a time traveler in a super suite and Melony thought it would be better if it was some kind of faerie creature) he finally asked her for her number.
The first date was a trip to the local science museum where they walked around the exhibits and mostly talked about how they knew Sharon and what they were currently doing with their lives. The entire time Melony had been a little quieter than normal, worried that she would say something about a dinosaur or optical illusion that would reveal how much of a dumb blonde she had convinced herself she was, but what had truly sealed her certainty that she would never see Alex again was near the end when she blurted out they couldn’t do anything after because she was on her period. After going home alone, the rest of the night was rough on her.
To Melony’s surprise Alex did call her again, despite the Crimson Museum Massacre, and wanted to meet up with her for dinner a few nights later. Despite her nervousness at showing her face, the date had gone rather well. For most of dinner Melony was able to keep herself contained and not spout anything too weird. Alex seemed genuinely interested in her stories and she genuinely laughed at his jokes. Now that Aunt Flow had left town for the month, she couldn’t help herself from inviting him over to see where else the night would go.
“I’m sure I’ve seen worse,” Alex replied, trying to be nonchalantly reassuring. Internally, Melony was willing to take him up on that bet. She opened the door and led him inside what must appear to most outsiders to be a fresh crime scene, either burglary or a horrible murder. Empty Amazon boxes had begin to build a city in the far corner, her table was covered in at least five different unfinished projects, and she just realized that there were, in fact, two meals worth of dirty dishes still sitting on her coffee table.
“Eeeyeah, so this is it,” Melony spread out her arms in a “Ta da!” motion with her purse still dangling from her arm, smacking loudly it against the wall behind the open door.
“Okay,” Alex gazed over the clutter and scratched the side of his dusty brown haired head, “I have still seen worse. There’s no vomit in the middle of the floor.”
Melony tried to hide her blushing face brushing her shoulder length locks behind her ear. Thank god she’d taken the time to clean up the mess her cat had left this morning. “Well, shove some of the blankets and pillows out of the way and have a seat on the couch. Silly String is probably hiding somewhere but she’ll come out after we stop moving around.” At least he already knew that Silly String was her Persian mix or else that would have sounded rather insane. “You want anything to drink? Water? Beer? I’ve got plenty of orange juice.” She did in fact have three full containers of orange juice because she kept forgetting that she had already bought some the last two times she went to the store.
“Water’s fine, thanks,” Alex replied while digging out a spot on the sofa and doing his best to clear off space next to him for her.
Melony came back in to the living room and placed Alex’s water and her orange juice on the table (hey it wasn’t gonna drink itself) and tried to stealthily gather up the plates while he was looking directly at her. Returning to the kitchen she realized she still hadn’t taken off her jacket and almost tried to do it while still holding the dishes. Luckily she was able to stop herself (this time) and get her mind in order enough to follow the proper procedures of putting the things in her hand on the counter before trying to use her hands for something else.
“What are you working on, if you don’t mind me asking,” Alex’s voice came from the living room, hopefully referring to the projects on the dinning table.
“Oh, a few things. I kind of got stuck on a couple of them and tried to start something else to clear my mind and then got stuck on that trying to do the first ones.” This was not a new situation for Melony, as she’d had trouble staying focused on one things at a time her whole life. “You know how it goes.” She was pretty sure he didn’t.
“Yeah, I feel ya…” Alex replied, unconvincingly. Melony came back in to the living room and put her jacket on a hook by the door. Alex glanced down at an accumulation of unopened mail and bills on the edge of the coffee table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Melony spelled that way before.”
Melony sat beside him. “Yeah, it actually kind of funny. It means black or dark in Greek. Both my parents have really dark hair so I guess they figured I would turn out the same way but they got this,” she pointed to her light blonde head. “Interestingly enough, blondes have the most hairs on their head because they are the thinnest strands, followed by red, and black has the thickest. It’s why blonde hair is the softest.” She unconsciously began twirling her own with her finger, “So I guess I’ll always have more hair than both of them. Unless I go bald or have to get chemo or something.” She suddenly realized she was rambling again and stopped, taking a big gulp of her juice.
“Oh yeah? You studying cosmetology or something?” Alex inquired, leaning back and letting his arm stretch over the back of the couch behind Melony.
“Ha, no,” Melony chirped. “I went to school for a history major but couldn’t keep up with the work so I had to take ‘an extended break’ that hasn’t ended yet.” She had to stop herself again. ‘What are you doing Mel??’ She screamed to herself after realizing what she had just admitted.
“That sucks,” Alex let his arm get a little closer, “Any history in particular?”
“Uh, yeah. Victorian era British expansion…” her voice got noticeably quieter and she looked down at her knees. “But I guess I got in a little over my head…”
“What happened? Money stuff or getting invited to too many parties?” Alex said the last part with the joking intention of it being a compliment, but Melony was very much not wanting to travel down a path of her many many failures.
“Um, no. I’m just stupid I guess.” She suddenly stood up just as a brown fluff ball came trotting in from the hallway and stopped to stare at this new human that had dared to enter it’s domain without permission. “Oh look, Stringy’s come out to say hi. Any particular music you’re in to?” She hoped that if she threw out enough statements it would create a smoke screen for her escape from the current topic.
Alex was a little taken aback by the sudden shift but said, “Uh no, anythings fine.” Melony picked up a remote from the table and turned on her TV. Humming something that no human on earth would be able to pin down to a specific song, she buttoned over to her playlists and squeaked out loud when the first one to pop up was titled boldly across the screen “Music 2 Fuck 2”.
The list of music was not, in fact, intended to be played during sex, but was meant to be listened to while she bounced around the apartment doing chores. Her finger seemed to have developed a grudge against Melony for continuously sticking it inside her pussy every night and tapped the play button. A reggae version of Katrina and the Waves’ ‘Walking on Sunshine’ started blaring out of the speakers of her television.
Melony stood frozen to the spot as Silly String jumped up to take over her spot on the couch in order to sniff the intruder and determine if he was to be claimed or despised, all while the sexual implications of “Cause I just can’t wait till you write me you’re coming around” filled the air.
Alex seemed to take the safest rout by attempting to appease the cat, allowing it to sniff his fingers until an opportunity to scratch behind its ears arose. This act of submission pleased Stringy’s sensibilities and it crawled on to his lap to claim another victory and steal whatever heat it could from this human as spoils.
With the cat no longer giving Melony an excuse to simply stand in place she slowly lowered herself while still staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. While petting his new master, Alex finally broke the not so silent silence with, “Well she seems to like me so far.”
“Uh huh!” Melony said far too loudly, trying to drown out the music with her voice. “I sure do like this song.” Now her mouth had joined her finger in the quest to destroy her by any means necessary.
“Yeah it’s pretty good. Not sure I’ve heard this version before though.” Alex said in a voice that Melony found way too casual for the battle that was raging between her and her body right in front of him. “You listen to a lot of reggae?”
“No.” was her only reply as the song thankfully ended, only to be followed up by “Busy Earnin” by Jungle.
“Oh, I do like this one.” Alex piped up. Melony still hoped that by some miracle he hadn’t noticed the name of the playlist until he said, “Not sure if I’d necessarily have sex to it though.”
“Oh, I use this playlist when I work out,” somehow she managed to cram two lies into one statement. “I just named it that cause it was funny at the time.”
“I guess sex is funny,” he replied with humor in his voice.
Melony’s thoughts of what she could possibly do to save face, remembering what other playlists she had that didn’t have horribly ironic titles that she could switch to, and what she was going to wear for work the next day, all flitted through her head while her main inner voice was trying to yell at her to calm down, which didn’t help at all.
A hand on her shoulder broke the thought loop in her head as Alex gently pulled her closer to him. She didn’t resist and found herself laying against him. It felt really good, and the smell of his shampoo wafting in to her nostrils relaxed her enough to lay her head on his shoulder.
“Either way. I guess I’m not adverse to trying new things,” he whispered to Melony. This statement made her blush again and a little smile jumped on her face.
“Yeah?” she replied softly.
“Yeah,” Alex said as he moved in and kissed her gently on the lips. She turned her body to face him and placed her hand on the back of his neck, moving in to the embrace.
Annoyed by the display of affection, Stringy jumped down to go check on it’s food bowel and make sure it couldn’t see the bottom, or there would be words with it’s subjects. Melony took the opening and slid her leg up on to his lap, detecting a light bump between his thighs. Rubbing her leg against his crotch, his mouth shifted down to her neck, planting wet kisses on her sensitive skin behind her ear and causing her to moan a little in his.
Alex’s other hand found her thigh and started caressing it, then gradually moved it up to her chest and tentatively began exploring her chest. Melony gasped louder. She slid herself further on to him until she was straddling his lap. Looking down at his face she explored it with a yearning as his hands rubbed up and down her back. She kissed him, deeper, taking his head in her hands and letting her tongue slip a little into his mouth, which drew out his own sigh of pleasure.
“Jungle Boogie” from the Pulp Fiction Soundtrack was winding down when they finally separated and she asked, “Wanna see if the bedroom is the messiest you’ve ever seen?” grinning a little as he emphatically nodded. Melony turned off the TV just as Lizzo began to tell them to blame it on her juice (Melony tried to make a mental note that this song might need to migrate over to her actual sex list, but wouldn’t remember until days later).
The trek to the bedroom had cost them both their pants and him his shirt by the time they reached it, which was somewhat impressive since they barley broke contact the entire way. Entering the room, Melony turned on the light to reveal a valley of cloths piles, some neat, most not, and a dresser with drawers so stuffed they wouldn’t close all the way.
“Uh, I need to clean don’t I,” She said with a little guilt.
“It’s fine,” Alex said smiling, “As long as there’s room for two on the bed.” Melony pulled him over to it to test that theory and pushed him down. She wasn’t entirely sure what was making her so aggressive, maybe the playlist *had* done something to her. Standing over him she began to at first quickly, but on a second thought, slowly remove her top. Alex’s eyes were transfixed by her movements as she undid each of the buttons on her blouse one at a time with seductive sway of her hips. After undoing the last button, she slowly ran her hands from her stomach up to her neck, letting her arms separate the two sides of her top so that they covered her breasts when it was open all the way.
Her red bra didn’t exactly match her black panties, but Alex certainly had no complaints or critiques as he eyed her hungrily. She let her shirt drop to the floor and crawl on to the bed to bestride him. His hands went up to her hips as she leaned down to continue the kissing that he had started on the couch, being slower and more passionate this time. As his hands slid down to her ass, his thumbs caught on the band of her underwear and tugged it slightly down. Not meeting any resistance, he continued to slide them down until they were almost past her smooth thighs, at which point she took over and guided them the rest of the way until she was able to kick them away (after they awkwardly tangled on one of her toes).
“Now yours,” Melony crooned in his ear, causing him to excitedly tug his boxers down and with more grace. use his feet to drop them to the floor. She couldn’t stop her eyes from moving down his body to his stiff cock, seeming to be pointing right at her face. Very pleased with what she saw, she reached down and slid a finger up his shaft from the base to tip causing him to shudder beneath her. “This guy got a name?” she asked playfully.
“Not yet, but your open to try if you think you can come up with something good.” he returned the banter. His hands gave her cheeks a nice squeeze that elicited a giggle.
“Mmmm, I’m honored.” Her hand encircled him and gently gave him a tug. “How about… Hardman,” she stated, thinking of their first conversation.
Alex barked out a laugh, “Baby, I think that’s a Megaman villain. Come on you can do better than that.”
It was the first time that he, or anyone for a long time, had called her ‘baby’ and it made her feel warm inside. “Okay tough guy…” she thought for a few seconds, “I got it. The HMS Warrior.”
“The what?!” exclaimed Alex with a chuckle.
“You heard me. The HMS Warrior. It was the first ironclad ship in the British navy,” Melony moved close to his ear and while squeezing him tighter moaned out, “And it was the prrride of the entire fleet.”
Whether she had convinced him or it was the sensation of her soft hand squeezing his throbbing cock, Alex tilted his head back gasping out, “Yesssss…”
“And I think,” She began moving down his body, “it’s time for this ship to get wet.” Her tongue began to tease the head before taking him into her warm mouth, bobbing up and down, slowly at first. His hands began to caress her extra soft hair as she worked him, pushing him deeper and deeper inside herself.
Eventually Melony came up for air, licking her lips, and asked trepedatiously, “Hey, I want to try something… if that’s okay… It’s kind of something I’ve fantasized about for a while…”
“Uh, sure, okay.” Alex replied with a small hint of wariness. “What is it?”
“I, um, want to see if I can take in all of you…” admitting to something that had been a secret desire inside of her made Melony feel suddenly vulnerable.
“Yeah, we can try that. Just be careful not to, you know, hurt yourself or anything.” His hand moved from her hair to her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb.
His response both made her happy and nervous at the same time now that she had commuted to something she’d never done before. Breathing out, she mentally prepared herself for the act that she’d only seen in videos and read about in posts. She was kind of hoping she’d started with someone… smaller… first but now that it was out in the world, going back would just be one more let down to add to the list.
Going with the “rip the band aid off” approach (which she had read wasn’t actually the best things to always do) she took a deep breath and plunge his shaft down as far as it would go. She was able to get a little more than half way before her gag reflex forced her to stop. Coughing a little she pulled back up and breathed in again.
“You alright?” Alex asked with some a mixture of a laugh and genuine concern.
“Yeah, yeah.” Melony gulped. “Okay, back in the hole.” This time she was able to get it a little further and hold it a couple seconds before having to come up again, but the grunt of pleasure it drew from him only made her more determined. “Um…” She asked hesitantly, “Maybe it would help if you kind of, you know, pushed me down with your hands.”
Alex wasn’t entirely sure about this. It was only their second date and he would hate to choke her out or have a girl that he was currently very very in to puke all over him before they were able to spend more time together. The pleading in her eyes, however, seemed to be enough for him to risk it and he nodded.
Gripping her head on either side with his hands, Alex said, “Now if it gets to be too much just tap on my legs and I’ll pull you up, okay?”
“Uh huh.” She agreed, getting more excited by the moment. Her goal in site, she stuck out her tongue and gulped down as much as she could before she felt his hands begin to push further, forcing his way down her throat and causing her neck to bulge out. True to his word, he pushed until she felt his pelvis press against the tip of her nose.
Tears dripped down on to his crotch as he cried out, “Oh fuuuuuck” into the room. His hips bucked up uncontrollably, smashing himself into her now wet face again and again. Melony’s lungs aching, she finally relented and tapped his thigh. For a second it didn’t seem to register with him as he continued to press her down.
Finally he pulled her up with a gasp and a string of thick saliva dangling from her lips as he began to apologize profusely, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I just… it felt so fucking good I didn’t even notice you tapping out.”
Still gulping air Melony gasped out, “No, no! It’s fine.” She swallowed down a gob of spit. “I want…*gulp*… Do you think you could cum down my throat that way?”
Blinking at her, Alex replied, “Um, yeah. I almost did before I let you up.”
What he’d just said was one of the hottest things anyone had ever said to Melony as her pussy clenched at the thought. “I want it. I want it so bad.” This seemed to have a similar effect on Alex as his cock made a noticeable twitch of it’s own. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna be playing with myself while you do it… if that’s okay.” She wasn’t really sure why she was asking.
“Yeah definitely. You can do whatever you want, babe.” Again the warm feeling inside Melony rose up, combining with the yearning in between her legs made it stronger.
“So I’m clear, don’t let me up until you’ve finished, alright?” This time she asked while stroking him, the lube of her drool letting her hand glide up and down with ease. Alex proved unable to resist this tactic and nodded while biting his lip and stifling a low grunt. Melony got into position, one hand on his shaft and the other rubbing her mound in preparation. She was so drenched there was an audible wet sound in the room when she gave her cunny a few little pats to get it ready. The idea of cumming at the same time was really turning her on.
As prepared as she could be, Melony placed her lips around the head and breathed in one last time before plunging down again. This time, she shoved two fingers inside herself at the same time she filled her throat, trying to match the motions of her hand to that of his thrusts as he held her in place.
Melony’s original plans were quickly almost spoiled as she almost immediately came from the synchronized sensations. Her own hips bucked and quivered, and she moaned as loudly as someone could with a throat full of dick. She couldn’t believe how quickly she was able to drive herself over the edge. This just seemed to excite Alex even more as his thrust grew harder, literally fucking her face with the clear intent of shooting his load into it.
Her fingers continued to move frantically as she desperately tried to get herself back up before he lost control. She was so focused on herself that her esophagus seemed to open more and allow him to go even deeper. She could almost feel his throbbing pulse through her entire head as the noises he was making made her clit hum. The wet slapping sounds coming from both ends of her mixing with the grunts and gasps and muffled moans would stay with her long after that night was over, giving her fuel when she needed an extra push to get herself off.
But this time what sent her over the edge was when Alex thrust so hard his balls slapped her chin and yelled out, “Ohfuuuck I’m cummmmmming….” Hot cream began hitting the back of her throat just as spasms caused her muscles to clench hard on the fingers that were buried inside herself. What was going in one end seemed to be also coming out the other as she squirted all over her hand and swallowed at the same time. Gulp after gulp went into her stomach as his balls emptied while jizz began to spill a little out of the corners of her mouth as his hands moved her up and down a few more times before his arms went limp at his sides and she fell, breathless, on her side next to him.
A wet spot was forming next to Melony’s head as saliva and seed dribbled out of her open mouth on to the sheets. Alex’s legs were still twitching almost in rhythm with the tremors going through her pussy. She gulped down more of what was left in her mouth, causing him to start like he had begun to doze off. “Fuckin hell, I think you sunk my boat…” his voice slurred which caused her to laugh, cough, and clench at the same time, forcing her body to curl up like it was cramping, sending the mixture in her mouth flying out and land on his leg. This just made both of them laugh even harder.
Through blurred eyes Melony looked over at the clock next to her bed and groaned in annoyance. As if on cue, a vexed meow beside the bed demanded that the shenanigans come to an end as there was something that was needing to be attended to. “I don’t want to get up tomorrowwwwww…” Melony whined almost in unison with her little fur baby.
“Shit me either…”whimpered Alex. Inside his head he was desperately trying to come up with some scenario where they didn’t have to leave the bed ever again by somehow having people bring them food and water and install a toilet in reach as well as invent a shower that could be built into the bed without having to move anything. Sadly this wish never materialized and he groaned again as he sat up, his hand resting on Melony’s back and rubbing her almost on instinct.
“I don’t want you to gooo…” Melony begged, even though she knew he had to. Stringy jumped up on the bed and again reminded them that life was hard and they had to deal with it.
Melony crawled up and wrapped her arms around Alex and nuzzled his chest. “That was so fucking good…”
“Yeah it was,” The grin on Alex’s face threatened to split it in half.
“When you comin’ over again?” she pleaded, drawing a little circle where his heart was with her finger.
“As soon as possible! What’s your Friday night lookin’ like?”
“I’m very free.” She wasn’t, she had made plans with Sharon but was confident she would understand.
Like there was some kind of neural link Alex, while looking around for where his cloths had landed he said, “Sharon is definitely going to take all the credit for this…”
“Shit…She is.” as soon as the word got out Sharon would most certainly hold it over both of them forever or at least until one of them died (preferably Sharon. Sorry honey, love ya).
Alex rubbed his face. “Okay. I’m gonna have to start moving or I’m not gonna be able to leave.” With a push he forced himself up and began gathering his cloths from the tops of her piles. Melony moved on all fours to the edge of the bed. Having put his underwear back on he bent over and kissed her softly, then harder, more intently than he had before. “I really can’t wait to see you again.”
Melony visibly flushed. The warm feeling from before was starting to almost burn inside her as she grabbed him and kissed him again. Eventually (after more kiss stops) Alex eventually made it out of the front door with a little bit of a stumble. Melony actually twirled a little bit, nearly falling and smashing her head on the table, as she made her way back to her bed and after rubbing one more out thinking about the sounds from earlier, drifted off in to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1000q9u/melony_and_alex_back_to_her_place_mf_20s30s
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