As usual, I woke before Melody. I didn't really sleep much. Spent the night trying to keep from freezing to death. Damn, she was a blanket hog! I patiently waited for the sun to come up. I knew I wasn't going to like what she was going to tell me. 'We shouldn't have done that! Friends don't fuck!' and it would somehow be all my fault. But that was Melody, and for some reason I loved her.
The sun rose and along with it, Melody. She was contented in my arms until she was aware that's where she was; in my arms. She gave me that dirty look, got up, got dressed, and said, "You seduced me! I told you friends don't fuck!"
There was no arguing. You could never win with her. It was her perception, and that was that. She left and I was numb as I watched her walk back to her house. Didn't know if I was numb from the void I was just dealt, again, . . . or from losing the blanket battles. Either way, I was wondering if, but always hoping, I'd see her again.
Well, I went on with my life wishing she were a part of it. It wasn't easy; wanting to call her every time I look at my cell phone. But if I did call, that would just piss her off more. Yeah, I know what you're saying, "Get on with your life!" but damn, I was still nuts about her. Best thing to do, I thought, was to fill that void in my life. So that's what I did, or tried to do. And damn, I was productive! I still couldn't sleep, but I was writing up a storm and working out as though I were fighting again. Occasionally there were some distractions. The phone would ring, and yes, I always hoped it was her. But it never was. Not until a week later. Returning home from a workout one night, that little red light on my answering machine was flashing. Naturally I'm hoping it's from my Melody. Hmmmm. My Melody! Melody never has and probably never will belong to anyone. I hit the button. It was almost a whisper, "Meet me in the garage tonight." It was so faint, I had to play it back a few times. But yes, that's what it said. Don't know why she was whispering, don't care. Maybe her mother came in while she was calling. She never really liked me.
So, there I was again breaking into the garage. It was another cold night. I'd left the blanket there from last week. Figured there was no reason to take them, I'd gotten them for OUR bed, so that's where they should stay. I guess it was just wishful thinking. As habit, I hit the button on the electric blanket. I'll be damned! The little orange light came on. Someone turned the electric back on. I cranked it up to 15, stripped down to my briefs, and got under. It was like being home again. Felt pretty damn good too. Too good. Before I knew it, I was asleep. Which was fine since Melody never really told me a time, and I was hoping for a long night, so a little nap wouldn't hurt me.
Don't know what time it was when I thought I heard the door open and close. I woke, I think, for just a moment. There were no candles being lit this time, just heard the undressing and felt the blankets move. It felt nice to have a warm body crawling in beside me. Well, not exactly beside me. Her hands went right to my briefs, tugging them down and a moment later, her mouth was wrapped around my shaft. Damn, what a wake up call. I looked down and in the dark I could faintly see the blanket bobbing up and down. I don't know where she got her new found passion for giving head, but damn, she was good! She was stroking me to speed up the process of bringing the needed blood to the area. It wasn't long and I was at full length. "Whoa! Oh my!" I heard under the blanket. She sounded a little surprised. It was only a week, she couldn't have forgotten what I had. "Mmmmmmm" was what I heard next as I felt my cock swallowed, then the blanket started again. My God, she could suck a cock good! Too good. I think I was about to shoot already. It had been a week and I had a hell of a load saved up. I had to stop her. Wanted to make this worthwhile so I grabbed her head and pulled it to me. I loved kissing her. Our tongues entwined as she continued to massage my balls. Something was different. She kissed different. I ran my hands through her hair. Her short hair! I pulled away, "You cut your hair!"
"No I didn't." She said, . . . but who was she?
"Who are you?" I asked the woman now stroking my shaft and thumbing the head.
"I'm Jennifer. Melody couldn't make it. She sent me in her place."
"You're her cousin! I thought you were in Florida?" this is one strange family!
She tossed the blankets aside, (things were heating up) laid down beside me, grabbed my hand, and put it on her pussy. She had a small tuft of hair. "Up for a visit. I hope you're as good as she says you are." Her hand moved mine a little lower. Her clit was swollen. (Damn, and I thought what Melody had at the top of her slit was a little dick. Jennifer's may have been even bigger; must be a family trait.) She was sloppy! And how I love that. Her fingers were stuffing mine inside her cunt. I had three in already, along with one or two of hers. Apparently Melody didn't tell Jennifer about those exercises.
This was a bit strange. I pulled my hand away. "This is, . . ." I stammered.
