God it felt so good. Tasting her skin, from her lips down her jaw and slowly traveling the length of her neck and pausing there, finally traveling to her breasts. As she sat with her legs straddling my lap, she slowly grinded her crotch into my lap, exciting my already hard dick. My fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, then slowly rolled them between my fingers, my lips changed coarse back up her snow like skin back to her lips. As I stared into her blue eyes, I loosened her jeans and took them off, rolling her over onto the bed. One last embarrassed look into her warm inviting eyes, and I sucked up the chilly, fleeting feeling in my stomach and chest. I tugged at the sides of her panties, as she finally lifted her hips and helped herself out of them. As her shaved pink pussy came into view my heart skipped a beat, I swear it's the nicest poon I have ever seen. My head slowly bent to get too its lucky task of getting close enough too lick the pussy laying in front of me.
Riiingggg, My alarm clock rang loudly, waking me from my dream. Damn it, I could never get too the best parts of my dreams. Either my alarm clock rang or someone woke me up, but I could never get too the best parts. Maybe that wasn't the worst of my problems, the worst would be that I was 19 and still a virgin. I had only kissed one girl, yet done much more with quite a few, which had never made sense to me or anyone else. I was very lonely, tired of going after girls and not receiving anything that could even remotely be considered interest in me. Sure I had lots of friends, a lot of them are girls, oh they all liked me. I was a nice guy, some even said perfect, maybe not in looks, but I always cared. Always listened. But for some reason either girls were always taken, had kids (a lot of times both) or they just wouldn't let themselves even try any kind of relationship. My loneliness only grew as thanksgiving passed and Christmas was on its way. It was cold. And any time a girl flirtingly cuddled into me (however innocent any of it was) it only made me realize how much more I wanted a girlfriend and to finally lose my virginity. I desperately tired to find girls for me, like I said I was friends with many, but all of them failed. Finally I had too make up my mind.
I had one friend, we had been best friends for 7 years, that I had liked the entire time. I had never told her any of my feelings let alone that I felt totally in love with her. Even more than the fact I was tired of being a virgin I was tired of her picking such assholes as boyfriends. It was one thing when she had lived a few miles away from me when she liked me too protect her from her boyfriends. But now that she had joined the army and left her home state it was quite different. Now she would just call up bawling, and however much I didn't mind, it hurt me knowing I couldn't help her at all. I could only listen.
Mellissa had come home quite a few times now, and even though it became more and more evident too me that we might just share the same feelings, I still had negative thoughts running through my head, for years I had been too afraid to tell her because I thought she wouldn't want too even talk too me any more. Then I just thought well she tells all of her friends we are only friends, so what's the point. But she sent so many mixed signals. And I just wasn't sure. Her and I were close. Very close we hid nothing from each other. There are things about her that no one else knows. Not family not boyfriends. Nobody. In my mind I felt we had a serious relationship, just without the sex. Everything was the same, that was the only difference.
The last thing that stopped me was that she always had a boyfriend. It didn't bother me too go after girls with kids or husbands or boyfriends, but if I did that and then asked her for the kind of relationship I wanted, it wouldn't work. It would be a double standard. Then I found my chance Mellissa and her boyfriend weren't getting along, her leg was hurt bad enough the army wanted to discharge her, and that would only leave her one choice, too come home, back to her family, and me. I called Mellissa everyday too see if the army had sent her home yet, it was December fifth and she wasn't home yet, I was beginning to get a little worried, maybe this wouldn't work, maybe this was a sign it wasn't supposed to happen between us. I still persisted in telling her how much I cared about her every single day. Then came the call, I was starting too give up hope, and it was only 5 days before Christmas.
"Ben, I'm comin' home," She said, sounding half excited and half on the verge of tears, I now felt bad I had ever wanted her too be discharged, but I was also happy.
"When?" Was all I could squeak out.
"Looks like the day after Christmas." Mellissa replied, suddenly sounding quite sad.
"Well that's shit, but I am glad your finally coming home though." I couldn't really tell her that I didn't want her too come home, it was obvious I wanted her home.
