I met Melissa at my favorite bar on a Thursday night. She was there with her (platonic) roommate who was an acquaintance of mine. I knew that there was chemistry right away. At 26, she was a few years younger than I and attractive. She wore her naturally red hair short, and her face reminded me of a young Mia Farrow. She was thick, too, with nice, big tits filling out her sweater and a full ass in her jeans. She was definitely the artsy type, and that suited me fine.
Chemistry is a strange thing, and as we talked and drank, I knew that one day very soon, we would sleep together. There was something about her, the way she smoked her cigarette, her deep drags and her long exhales, that told me that this was a dirty girl, and I love dirty girls.
She assertively called me the next day, and we agreed to meet at another bar near my apartment. I began picking up around the house a bit as I knew I would be having company later. Sometimes, you just know.
That night, we talked and drank some more until last call. I played along and agreed to walk her to her car. She nuzzled her face up to mine and asked, "Can I see where you live?" She smelled sweet, and her eyes had that unmistakable look of need. We had talked about my place earlier and how uninteresting it was, so I knew that her curiosity was feigned, but I was horny, so I played along.
"Sure," I said. "Why don't you follow me to my place?"
When we arrived, I gave her the grand tour, which took all of about a minute and a half, and we settled on my couch and watched television. The movie Bound was on, and she said, "God, this movie gets me hot."
I said, "You seem like a really sexual person, Melissa."
She smiled and blushed a bit: "I know it's the red-headed cliché and all, but I am. I love everything about sex." There was my green light. I leaned over to kiss her. God, I love the taste of a new woman's kiss and how I can feel her warm breath quickening, deepening. Her pierced tongue darted quickly in and out of my mouth. I held her face as we kissed and slowly made my way down to her firm, heavy tits.
At this, Melissa put her hand on my crotch and began to squeeze my cock through my jeans. I asked, "Would you like to go upstairs to my bed?"
"Yeah," she giggled back.
We got to my room and she sat on my bed. I knelt down on the floor and began to kiss her again, slowly lifting her shirt to get a look at those tits in the lamplight. She had on a black bra that was tight and constricting, and as she began to unbutton my shirt, I unhooked it and released what it held captive. Her tits were amazing, milky white with a ring in each nipple. I knelt again and sucked on them, biting her nipples and flicking her rings with my tongue. "Oh God, yes. Bite me," she whispered as she took a deep, shuddering breath.
By this time she was unzipping my jeans, and trying to pull out my cock to stroke it. It was so stiff by this time, it was hard to maneuver, but she managed. She pulled me to her and pulled off my jeans and boxers. She then asked me to get on the bed. I lay on my back and watched as she crouched over me and began to slowly kiss around my waist and pelvis. She looked up at me and smiled and then slowly put her mouth around the head of my cock. She gradually eased her way down the shaft, lubricating it with her warm, sweet drool. My hips bucked a bit in a spasm, sending me deeper into her mouth at which she responded, "Mmmm-hmmm."
