Melissa (2): From Naked Teasing to Wild Passion
"Put it away, put it away. What are you gonna do, stare at my tits?"
I waved my hand dismissively, but she flared up for no reason.
"Oh? Doesn't faze you at all, huh?"
"Women's bodies are all the same. I've seen plenty from my ex-wife."
"You little shit, you just had to say that."
Melissa suddenly shot up from her seat and dropped to her knees in front of me, yanking my pants down with both hands as hard as she could.
"Hey, hey, stop it!"
"Stay still!"
Whoosh! She dragged my pants and underwear down in one go, exposing my lower half completely.
"Huh?"
Melissa stared blankly at my shriveled dick, then grabbed it with her hand and lifted it up. When she let go, the head flopped limply back down.
"Why isn't it hard?"
"Your fingers are cold. Don't touch it."
"Ugh, this sucks."
She got pissed, and for some reason, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Even if you stripped naked and danced in front of me right now, it wouldn't get hard."
But damn, it felt good to have the pants off. In my drunken haze, I kicked them the rest of the way off my legs and tossed them into the corner.
"Gonna drink like this. Feels great."
I sat back in the chair, legs spread wide, boldly displaying my dick as I poured myself another drink.
Melissa had her top off too, so I didn't feel embarrassed. I'd never gotten naked and drunk with a female friend before—it was weirdly fun and exciting.
"What're you doing? Drink up."
While I downed my glass, Melissa just stared at my dick. Her face was all pensive, wondering why it hadn't gotten hard from looking at her chest.
Then, like she'd had a brilliant idea, she bit her lip hard and jumped to her feet.
"How long can you hold out?"
She grinned mischievously, unbuckled her belt, and started stripping off her pants. I got her competitive streak, but she didn't have to go all the way...
I was scared. What if seeing her fully naked did something to me? Truth be told, I'd accidentally glimpsed her body a few times during our adventures—once when she bathed in an open-air hot spring, another when she changed in the room. I'd averted my eyes in a panic back then, but in that split second, I remembered her hips being incredibly wide and beautiful.
Seeing those hips completely bare might just do it... haha.
"You too—take off your top completely."
Melissa slipped her panties off her legs last, becoming fully naked in an instant.
Whoa.
Once she was totally nude, I couldn't look her straight in the face. Deep in my chest, lust started to stir slyly. No. She's just a female friend. Calm it down. Please.
"Me too?"
"I stripped everything off. Fair's fair in a contest, right?"
"Were we even competing?"
"You said I was like a guy? I'm gonna prove I'm a woman. And so what? We've both been around the block. We're not innocent virgins anymore—embarrassed to get naked? We're aunties and uncles who've seen and done it all."
"Fine, let's play like pervy old folks then."
Screw it. In my drunken state, I stripped off my top too.
Just like that, Melissa and I were naked in the inn room, laughing our asses off at how fun it was.
"Shall we drink again?"
She sauntered over, her plump ass jiggling, then sat sideways on my lap like a princess being carried, draping both arms around my neck.
I naturally wrapped one arm around her lower back, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Drink like this?"
"Yeah. Weird?"
"This is straight-up bar girl territory."
"Exactly—I'm seducing you."
"You're insane."
"You love it, don't pretend."
Her ass was huge, covering a wide area. As it pressed down firmly on my lower half, the weight and soft flesh touching mine sent my heart racing unexpectedly.
Her body heat was warm too, and before I knew it, the hand around her back was stroking her skin nonstop.
Right in front of my eyes, her nipple swayed teasingly. Just tilt my head down and stick out my tongue—it was that close. I'm losing it. My dick was trying to rise. No.
I brought the glass to my lips. Gulp, gulp. It went down smooth. I drained it completely.
"You're the only one drinking? Pour me some too."
I grabbed the bottle and filled the glass I'd just emptied, handing it to her.
Melissa held the glass in one hand and gave me a seductive look.
"Got something delicious right in front of you—gonna just sit there?"
She tilted the glass, dribbling a bit of liquor onto her chest. Droplets beaded on her nipple.
"Go ahead and taste."
As she chugged her drink, my eyes locked on her nipple.
I'd only seen her chest hidden under armor before, but up close? Impressive as hell. Perfect teardrop shape. My heart pounded.
I licked my lips, then pressed my tongue to it. Like a cat, I lapped at her skin several times before sucking the nipple into my mouth.
"Ah..."
Melissa let out a moan. I felt her arms around my neck tense up.
I sucked eagerly. Slurp, smooch.
So good. How long since I'd had a nipple? Two years since my ex-wife? First woman's tit in forever. Sweet as hell.
Melissa looked down at her chest and burst out laughing.
"You're sucking so hard. Tasty?"
"Yeah, delicious. Slurp, suck."
While I was lost in her chest, her hand reached my lower body, fumbling around before gripping my dick.
"It's hard now?"
She giggled merrily. Yeah, it was. Sucking her nipple got it up quick.
"I thought I wasn't a woman?"
"Just kidding—you believed that?"
"Tch."
"Come closer."
My lips trailed from her breast to her collarbone, collarbone to neck, neck to jaw, then crashed into hers.
"Mm..."
She accepted naturally, letting out a short nasal moan. Then, like she'd been waiting, she shifted position to straddle me face-to-face on my lap.
She grabbed my face and showered me with sloppy, wet kisses. I was starved for sex, but she was like a feral beast.
For a while, the room filled only with the lewd sounds of our lips smacking and our ragged breaths.
"Haah, mmph... smack."
Suck.
Melissa had been divorced a while—had she not been with a guy since? Her relentless lips and excited breaths screamed pent-up thirst, like she was determined to quench it all tonight.
And I felt the same. When was the last time I'd slept with a woman? Kissing? Breasts? Foreplay? When did I last do any of that?
Right now, all I wanted was to thrust inside. The urge to fuck her hard surged up strong.
More than bonding with Melissa, I needed to vent years of built-up lust first.
She was basically an onahole right now. She probably saw me as a living dildo. Perks of being divorced singles, huh? Use each other as tools, then act normal the next day.
If I grab her waist while kissing, lift her up, and lower her gently...
I could slide in naturally without breaking the flow. No need to awkwardly ask, "Can I put it in?"
Smack, slurp, kiss.
Just as I'd planned, I gripped her waist, lifted her up, aimed my dick by feel, and lowered her body.
Luckily, it went in perfectly—her pussy was soaked, so it slid deep inside with a slick thrust.
She let out a melting moan.
"Fuck... it's in... mmph...!"
"Hoo. Your inside feels amazing."
"Good?"
"Ecstasy. Damn it."
"Me too—blissful, gonna lose it. How long since I've had dick."
Once I was in, Melissa started riding me on her own, grinding away.
Squelch, squelch.
"Huuuh."
I'm gonna die. It felt so good, I'd die happy even from too much pleasure.
Her pussy softly clenched around my dick—the perfect haven.
"Melissa! Melissa...!"
"Hngh, hnn, aaah!"
I leaned back against the chair, grabbing her bouncing tits with both hands and kneading them wildly as she rode my lap.
We were both beasts in heat, lost in pure sensation—no words, just the act.
"Ah, no...! We can't do this!"
Suddenly, Melissa freaked out. She stopped mid-thrust, hopped off, and backed away.
Her face was pale as a ghost.
"Naru! We're friends! No sex!"
"What?"
I was baffled. Hit by guilt now? But we're both divorced singles. What's the big deal?
"You got a boyfriend or something?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"I don't know. Just... it hit me that we can't do this as friends."
"Hmm."
She started it, and now this? Women are confusing.
"You said to strip."
"I didn't mean sex."
"Oh? Well, can't be helped then."
I stayed seated, legs spread wide, stroking my glistening dick—coated in her juices—right in her view. It stood rock-hard and rigid.
"If you don't want it, we stop here."
"..."
Regret lingered on Melissa's face. Standing there frozen, her eyes glued to my dick. The hunger in her gaze was obvious.
She swallowed silently.
"I'm... a woman with super strong libido. Once we do this, I'll keep wanting only you. That okay...?"
"Doesn't matter."
"You just got divorced. You might reconcile with your ex. If that happens... could you sleep with me while married? It'd be cheating."
"I could."
No way in hell I'd reconcile with my ex, so relax.
"Anything else?"
"..."
Melissa stared not at my face, but my dick, then slowly smiled.
Satisfied with my answer, she strode over, knelt in front of me, and grabbed my dick hungrily. Then she dove in with her mouth.
"Ugh... Melissa."
Long-overdue blowjob. Ashley never did it, so two years forgotten. Getting sucked like this felt as good as pussy. I could take it till I die.
I reached out, caressing her breasts and nipples.
"You're good at this. Hoo..."
Suck, slurp. "Move into my place starting tomorrow."
"Your place?"
"Your guild dorm has too many eyes. You wanna book an inn every time we meet?"
"Ah, got it. Sounds good."
Wait, what? Am I her boyfriend already? Or a kept man? Or her personal dildo?
"And."
She licked from the base all the way to the head, then continued.
"Porter work won't pay much. I'll ask the academy headmaster to create an assistant professor spot under me. Teach students from now on. Ass profs make decent money."
"Assistant professor? I've never taught anyone."
"I'll give you easy stuff."
With that, Melissa climbed onto my lap, moaning loudly as she rocked her hips vigorously.
I shut off my brain too, becoming a beast focused only on the sex, savoring the ecstasy.
In my always grueling life, it was a blissful night after so long.