AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much for all the great feedback so far. Apologies for the grammatical errors in the first few parts, I've been using a program with a clumsy autocorrect function, will do better on future instalments. Now on to part 4!
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I hadn't seen Melanie since the night we spent with Beth. Many things had changed that night. It was my first threesome, and my first time being penetrated. It was also the first night I could admit to myself that I was truly falling in love with Mel.
Since then there's been more changes.
But I'll come back to that. First I want to tell you a little bit more about Mel.
Now, I can be upfront about this, what first attracted me to Mel was her looks. She was beautiful, with a gorgeous face, radiant eyes, lustrous hair, and a soft, supple body that made me want to cum when I was anywhere near it. But there was a lot more to her than that.
She was a sex advocate. She'd studied psychology in school, and had paid her way doing sex work. Phone sex, cam girling, and even some occasional dominatrix work. But her true passion was sex education. Helping people learn about sex, connecting with their desires, and overcoming the shame of their proclivities. For a lot of people, sex was still taboo thing. If you were queer, or a woman with a high sex drive, or were into kinks, most of society told you that you were doing something wrong. A lot of folks internalize that shame, and it kept them from doing what they loved. But Mel taught people that as long as it was between consenting adults and not self-destructive, sex should be embraced and explored.
Of course, she hadn't always taken her own advice. She's been through some not-so-nice relationships and engaged in some self-destructive behaviour herself. Who hadn't.
And then she met me. Now, I'm the first to admit I wasn't exactly some sex god. I was good looking enough to be confident, and I'd had enough partners to know my way around a woman's body, but I'd been pretty repressed. I'd walked the straight and narrow for most of my adult life, and had never really fully embraced my true longing.
So I was still a little blown away that Mel had taken me in so fully. She felt a little out of my league. She was a sex queen, a radiant fuck goddess with unrivalled allure. I guess because of her generous curves, she wasn't what every conventional guy was looking for. That seemed crazy to me. To me she was perfect. I wanted to throw myself at her feet and worship her. I wanted to destroy everything else in my life to be with her. But none of that was necessary. She took me as I was. And that was the hardest thing to accept.
After three days I returned to Mel's place. I'd been distant for a few reasons. The first was work. As I mentioned earlier, I'd been working as a ghost writer for a choose your own adventure company. It was a fine job. I got to work from home and the schedule was flexible, which was perfect for a guy who liked to spend the day in his underwear and jerk off whenever he wanted. But it didn't pay terribly well and it kept me in a kind of unmotivated stasis. I made enough money to get by, and as long as I saved a bit and made my deadlines I felt like I was doing ok.
But then the alarm bells rang. The line was selling poorly. It seems most kids didn't read those books anymore now that video games had taken over the generation. So the department would be wrapping up by the end of the year and I'd be out on my ass. I was worried.
I was worried that I'd be unemployed, and Mel would start to see through me and would cut me loose. And if I didn't put the breaks on the romance it would shatter me and I'd have nothing left. Spirals of worry. So I'd been keeping my distance. I didn't want her to see me so vulnerable.
Finally she'd called me to see what was wrong. I'd mumbled something about deadlines and she invited me over for dinner. I said okay.
I knock on her door and she answered it in her usual after-work outfit: gym shorts and a tank top with no bra. Despite my dark mood I was instantly electrified my the shape of her swaying breasts resting on her tummy roll.
"Hi."
She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body to mine. Can an erection tear through demin?
"Come in," she said, leading me to the couch by the hand.
We sat down, and she held my hand and looked me in the eye.
"Can you talk to me?"
"What about?"
"Why you've been so distant? I've been worried. It's not like you."
"I've just been busy."
She took a deep breath.
"Listen, if this is over, just tell me. I won't be happy, but I'll respect your decision. If it's anything else, we can work through it. You have to trust me. Now, tell me what it is."
