Chapter 5: The End
It didn't quite fall off, but we did it for nearly an hour before we both had an exhausting climax and fell asleep. We woke up around five, did it again, and then another time when we went to bed. The next night, the next, the next, and the next we did it again. That weekend we had marathon sex sessions lasting hours.
Both of us agreed we had never in our lives had more, or better, sex than the following month. Only a few times did I have a problem responding to her and it only took her saying something about Frank's big cock, how much he filled her, or his lasting power and I was ready to go. Until...
It was five weeks to the day that nothing she did could get a rise out of me -- not even a tingle. She suffered through the next four days of having me use my tongue, fingers, and vibrator to please her and then, at breakfast on Sunday morning, she said, "Okay, looks like it's time for me to fuck Frank again."
I stirred my eggs around and said, "I don't know, Darla, I'm not really comfortable having you do Frank." I just couldn't quite tell her that I thought she had enjoyed Frank far too much.
She was silent for a moment and munched on a piece of sausage and finally said, "All right, then we find a stranger."
I continued to stir my eggs and slowly said, "Geez, Darla, there's a lot of danger in that. We don't know what kind of weirdo we might hook up with."
She threw down her fork and said, "Okay, then I'll fuck Melvin!"
As I mentioned before Melvin was exactly what you'd picture when you hear that name: skinny, young kid, just turned 21, and a computer genius. He had lived next to Darla for seven months now and she had told me that she had never seen a woman go into his apartment.
I chuckled at that as I finally took a bite of eggs and slowly chewed them. "Hmm, maybe that wouldn't be so bad," I finally said.
"You have got to be shitting me," she said.
"Well, he's not all that experienced from what you've said. Maybe he'd be thankful for the experience. And, maybe it'd do something for me."
Like the setup with Frank, it only took Darla a few seconds to have Melvin's promise that he'd come over to help her with her computer problem.
I'm standing in the closet waiting for them to come in and it seemed to take forever. Finally, they walked into the bedroom.
"Where's your computer?" Melvin asked.
"Oh, Melvin, don't be silly. I don't have a computer. I have another problem that you can help me with." She moved over, sat down on the bed, and put her hand between her legs. "Can you guess what it is?"
What an idiot! Here's this hot chick sitting on the bed in a short skirt, no panties, and fingering herself and he's just standing there! I wanted to scream at him to attack her. Instead he just said, "Um, I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't think I understand what you want."
Darla shook her head, looked over in my direction, and then said, "Dear, sweet Melvin, come over here and sit beside me." When he did she said, "Give me your hand." He did and she pulled it up her thigh and across her mound, and then pressed his finger into her slit.
She said, "Okay, let's get you started. First, you want to use your fingers like this." As she was saying it she was guiding his fingers along her slit and then started rubbing her clit with his fingers. "That's it, very good. Next, you want to run your hand down here, and you feel that?"
"Oh, yes, oh, that's nice."
She giggled a bit and then said, "Oh, sweetie, it's about to get a whole lot nicer." She used her finger to press his finger into her hole.
"Oh," he said, "oh, is that what one of those feels like? Oh, ma'am, I've never felt something like that."
"Why, Melvin, you've never had sex? You're a virgin?"
Even from the closet I could see him blush as he answered, "No, I mean yes, I mean I've never had sex, so I guess you'd say I'm a virgin."
She was sitting there stroking his crotch and looked over at me as she said, "That is so nice. I've never had a virgin. Have you done anything with a girl?"
"Um, well, one let me squeeze her breast once while we were kissing."
"Nothing else?"
