[Note: While underage people are referenced in this story's retelling, no sexual contact was made between anyone under legal age.]
No idea how we got there, but we did.
There was never any moment of my childhood that I ever considered Mel to be anything more than the weird, cool girl who lived across the street. We rode the bus together, we even went to prom together because we didn't have other dates and still wanted to go and be with our other friends. We had sleep overs during which we talked about our crushes in innocent ways. Well, sleep overs till we go to high school. Both sets of parents put their collective feet down on that ending when Mel started "maturing." You know what I mean. I didn't then, but I sure do now. I was a late-blooming odd little guy, but it is weird, that this story, in some ways, gives new light to the rest of my experiences sexually.
We were so comfortable with each other to a point where I would pee in front of her, and she would, truly, lay down some of the thickest farts. I tried to remain at least somewhat gentlemanly. We would giggle even in high school when she would be driving us to school and let out her warm gas, filling the car.
The first time this sort of thing changed was when we were home for Christmas break. She went off to an Ivy League college and I went to our main state school. We were 19. Well, she was about to turn 19 on Christmas Day, a thing she resented her whole life. We were driving around aimlessly, and this was the early aughts so I think she had, like, Dave Matthews Band playing in her parent's Ford Explorer and we wheeled about talking, sharing stories from the first semester.
"So... like, have you hooked up with any girls yet?" Mel asked, staring at the dark road just outside the headlights.
I hadn't hooked up with anyone. The only time I ever did anything sexual was in high school after our school play a year earlier. (Boring detail, but this girl in the play was amped up after closing night and let me finger her before she said to just "put it in." I lasted like 15 seconds and exploded my virgin seed into her not-too-wet pussy because she was on the pill for some health-related thing. We were both newly 18 and I hadn't had sex since.)
"A couple times," I said, lying to my best friend who was dressed in tight leggings and an oversized hoodie. As she drove she hiked her thin leg leg up, unintentionally showing off her new Ugg boots. Her dirty blond (sort of highlighted but not greatly accomplished) hair was unwashed, in a tight bun. "You?" I asked, turning her question back on her.
"Yeah, here and there." I could see her smile, recalling a memory I was not privy to. "nothing crazy." Then, she went silent for a minute before saying, "One guy sort of reminds me of you..."
"Oh yeah?" I said, shocked, unprepared. I really never thought of her, at that point at least, as anything other than my best childhood and high school friend. We had only messaged each other sporadically on AIM but our closeness felt less close now. Maybe it was the fact that she had had more sex than I had, but I looked at her differently at that point, knowing she thought of me, ostensibly, while having clunky sex in a cramped dorm room bed.
"Yeah. He looks and talks like you. It is weird." She trailed off. We turned into a Burger King and parked. Then she said, "It is weird. But it is also kind of....I don't know. Nice. Nice to feel safe like that, thinking about you being there with me... it is comforting. Don't be weird about it OK?"
I laughed nervously. "Wow. That is kind of cool." I nodded.
"Truth is..." she started and stopped. It started lightly snowing. "I have been thinking a lot about us. After that night with Brendan the guy who reminds me of you, I thought about you differently. And I know that is weird, you know?"
"We are best friends. I missed you."
Then, out of nowhere she undid her seatbelt and leaned over and kissed me. Quickly, but deep. My third kiss ever. "There. OK. I did it. I know we know each other maybe too well for this but I had to find out."
We kissed again. I pulled back and she giggled and said, "Is it weird kissing the girl who farts in front of you?"
I winced. Her farts were mean. Coming from a toned, ex-varsity soccer player's butt, she had no shame. But still.
Then I smelled it. Her fart lingered and rose. "Oh my god did you just...?"
She laughed cutely. "Well we can't change everything about us, can we?" I looked her deep in here eyes, the best I could with the only light a tall parking lot floodlight lighting us. And everything changed.
My cock grew. I grabbed her by the back of her head and in the midst of her perfect fart, I kissed her, and as our tongues danced in our mouths, I knew I needed her more than I thought. In more ways than I could imagine.
We made out in that parking lot for nearly 20 minutes, pulling away only to whisper secrets to each other tenderly. "I need you," "I love you," "I want all of you."
I don't remember whose idea it was, but soon we were driving in silence, heading to a part of town that had several hotels. We knew our parents figured we were together or at a party. But we also didn't care. That is me, editorializing now nearly 20 years in the future. We found a Holiday Inn Express near the highway, the one with the pool we used to illegally swim at in high school. We paid cash for the room and I think the clerk knew something strange was going on. It was 10 o'clock on a Wednesday. We had no bags. We were euphoric and horny. I am not sure but I am guessing my bulge was pretty noticeable. We definitely gave fake names. No incidental card-hold is still odd to me.
The whole place smelled of chlorine and when we got into our room, we suddenly got kind of awkward around each other.
"Who would have guessed we'd be in a hotel together... and like... you know?" I did know. She meant, "about to fuck hard and filthily."
After a few minutes in the stale, dim room, Mel took her hoodie off, exposing her pert boobs cradled in a tight tank top. Until that exactly moment, I hadn't ever fully realized how amazing Mel's body really was.
"Should I shower?" she asked plainly. "Like, do you like your women perfect and pristine?"
I had no idea. Her fart smelled good now... I was confused and horny. "No. I like you natural, I think. But if you knew you wanted this... why didn't you shower?"
"I didn't think you'd go for it. You are kind of uptight, you know. It all kind of just happened as we drove and I got horny thinking about Brendan, then you. And then the kissing. And then..."
Mel lifted her leg leg slightly and leaned over and let out a fart that was barely audible. "No idea if that is hot, but I needed to let it out." She laughed and looked embarrassed for a moment, as if she had gone too far, ruining this moment.
For no reason I can explain, that was sort of my sexual Genesis point. Watching her be so open and free and gorgeous and stinky and hot and cool and lovely and gross swirled around in my head, my heart, and in my cock.
"There's no going back now, is there?" I asked, knowing there was never going to be the same relationship between us ever again.
"Not if you don't want there to be..."
And then we embraced, and kissed, breathing heavy.
"I have always wanted this," she said again.
"I had no idea..." I answered. I pulled her tank top off and she took off her training bra. They were A-cups but on the larger side of A's.
I pulled my pullover jacket off and then my t-shirt (probably of a late-'90s ska/punk band) and we kissed some more.
"Let me taste you... please," I said, almost begging, horny and furious with passion.
I led her the short rest of the way to the ugly bed and laid her down and she smiled and lifted her pelvis up to slide off her tight black leggings. I was surprised to see she was wearing a thong. I guess to that point, she really was just another person, a friend who was only that. Now, seeing her toned pale body in that thong and nothing else, I was transported to a new part of my life, one I was excited to explore. At least for the night.
I helped her peel off her tan thong and as I got it fully off, I brought it to my nose and looked Mel in the eyes a I sniffed it. At first, I smelled her pussy aroma, subtle at first but as I traced my nose from "front" to "back" her pussy smell morphed into the smell I weirdly and intimately knew way too well: The scent of her anus.
Sure, I had been smelling her farts, innocently, if annoyingly, since we were young, and even up until tonight, but now, in that room, after kissing her finally, and seeing her gorgeous body naked, the way her asshole smelled flooded my brain and cock with good ideas.
I put the thong down on the foot of the bed and took Mel's legs in my hands and spread them wide, exposing her little almost-19-year-old pussy, just hairy enough to be inviting. I hadn't ever eaten a girl's pussy, so I just decided to go with the instinct. Mainly, her vagina looked so good, so "new," that I wanted to know how it tasted, and how I might be able to make Mel squirm in pleasure.
