Getting Better Acquainted with Melissa [18 M/F Virgins, First Love, Conflict, Breastgasm]

**Part** **1** [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vxu2n5/the_day_i_redeemed_myself_to_hairy_mary_18_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).

As one could expect, it was… a little tense the next day at school. The rush of brain chemicals had long ceased and their effects notably absent. I had so many lingering thoughts and questions distracting me from the normal monotony of school life. What exactly were we? Friends with benefits? Boyfriend/girlfriend? My mind was racing with the possibilities… ultimately though, it really came down to one matter: how far could this go? It was the first time I had ever gotten this close to another human being physically, sexually, emotionally- I didn’t want to screw it up! If I played my cards right, we could go all the way…

We caught each other’s gaze in the earlier class. I must’ve been looking at her as though I had been struck with cupid’s arrow because she grinned and pursed her lips as if she was stifling a bigger grin. I was quickly overcome with the need to compose myself and straightened my posture a little bit. I patiently waited to approach her after Spanish class again, just like I had done the previous day. She seemed to anticipate this attempt to approach her as she had adjusted her pace accordingly to allow me to catch up.

The Day I Redeemed Myself to “Hairy Mary” [18 M/F Virgins, humping, hairy pussy, body positivity]

First story! Sorry if I missed anything. I hope you enjoy.

“Hey Mary!” I said in a loud whisper to the girl sitting a couple of desks away.

I immediately drew my head back, slightly, understanding the gravity of my error. The girl shot me a dirty look and I swear I heard at least one other student stifle his or her laughter through his or her nose with a soft snort.

“I’m sorry…. I… just wanted to tell you the stylus fell out of your phone…”

She looked around her desk and reached for the stylus. I hung my head downward, not wanting to return another gaze. I could tell by nearby snicker what kind of look she probably gave me and was slightly relieved not to have seen it.

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Her name was Melissa, actually. She was tall for a young woman, and was on the skinny side, despite her lack of participation in sports. Her hair was flowing and dark, and she had a “darker” complexion- not brown brown; perhaps almost olive, if you asked me. She could have been of Mediterranean or Middle Eastern descent (think Spain, Greece, Persia and nearby regions). Unfortunately for her, she also shared a <*ahem*> noticeably prominent fea…