(Thanks to Cindy for her quick edit and encouragement).
Melody had an infectious smile, the kind of smile that struck a responsive chord in one's brain and remained attached there for hours when you thought about it. It was a bright spot in one's day.
Taking in that smile just minutes after formally meeting her was a surprise. Knowing it was truly genuine made no sense, but I knew it was true. Mostly likely because I'd known the girl in a parallel universe for more than two years -- through e-mail, texts, phone and facetime communications -- before the first time we met in person.
An unlikely bonding considering that Melody was a mere babe of 20 years of age as compared to my 55-plus. Hell, I wasn't old enough to be her father, but also her grandfather. Over the countless times we'd secretly spoken over the prior two years we'd talked about everything, pretty much no holds barred. School to work, friends, likes, dislikes and politics. She grilled me about my wife, me into the details of her dating.
Details, at first, were skimpy as we barely knew each other, but over time a comfortable relationship developed. While there might be monthlong lulls in the conversation in the end we found reasons to centime to correspond. On reason was we both had proclivity to write stories for a risqué adult site. She sent me comments about the realism or erotic nature of my work and I'd respond with similar comments on her works. She had a great ability to tell a sexy tale without being brutally trashy.
The stories she wrote had details beyond her years, which she freely admitted were taken in part from guys in my generation or even from me. Ideas, fantasies and reality.
Both of us were surprised that the other had commented frankly by return notes and comments, and soon we advanced to exchanging e-mail address as to limit the need to go through the website.
Friendship ensued as the young girl regaled me with stories of everyday life, school, professors and gnarly guys who wanted to bed her. She'd talk about the lines they used to get into her pants but maintained she had to desire to have sexual intercourse. After a bit she did say she was not a good girl, in that she disclosed the enjoyment of teasing the guys and in a few cases sending them home happy with knowledge of her hand jobs and in a few cases, blow jobs.
"Blow jobs? Yep. I have given them on occasion to special guys. I mean I'm not a slut but there is something exciting about dominating a guy and have him moan and groan while I'm giving him head," explained the co-ed. "I love the power of it all. I mean you guys call it giving you head and that's true to a point. But look at the fact he's begging me to continue, losing their minds while they obtain satisfaction. That's hot for me."
She had a point there.
In any event that's how we began our relationship, the 5-3 brunette who was in her sophomore year at a downtown university. I didn't have any real proof of that, heck she could have been a 40-year-old guy, until first she sent me a term paper to proof read along with a phone number. I debated whether to call, but ultimately did, and shaking smiled when a female voice answered.
She was indeed a young girl, living in a Philly dorm, and I was an old geezer across the Delaware River in Marlton, NJ. Close, yet do far.
Over the next two months we continued our email exchanges and weekly phone calls and occasional facetime exchanges where I actually got to see her. Whenever I was on a business trip, we'd set up a video date, away from my wife's ability to see anything untoward. It was wrong, I know, but it was so damned exciting. I learned all kinds of things about school and "the kids today" and some personal things about her life.
I used that data for a couple erotic stories I wrote for this site, an idea she'd throw my way and I took and run with. She wasn't shy about telling me details about guys she'd date, and even admitted to and shared intimate details of a couple of them. Oh, she insisted she was still a virgin, but guys loved being around her.
There were the aforementioned bee jays and handys, with a particular fetish of letting some guys whack off and finish on her panties. "It is so hot for me to get a guy to the point of no return and then take over control and have them jerk off and cum on by panty covered ass. Very hot."
"Look, I'm not taking a chance pn getting knocked up and obviously you have to be careful but I still want to have fun," said the young girl. "Plus, I like playing with guys and their one-way minds. They go nuts when you handle their meat."
We enjoyed our video chats as we could see nuances of our words. She was real. Cute. Sexy. And being barely out of her tees a whole different person to me. I'd think long and hard about her musing on her parents, how they wanted her to succeed in a career and not get knocked up like her cousin Courtney. She'd complain about their constant questioning of her friends, dates and anything that might lead to "sex".
She often thanked me for listening to her rants, reading and commenting on her X-rated stories, and at the same time being sort of a father figure. "Heck, I could never even imagine talking to my mom or dad about some of the things we speak about. It's amazing!" I was thankful she was so frank, and that she'd edit my stories, enhancing them.
She said I was understanding. That a couple times shed spoken with her parents about boys and whatnot only to get into an argument or getting punished.
Along the way my reading of her stories and talking with her led to her discussing a few erotic situations with me. In one story I spoke of parking with a date in a state park. She asked all kinds of questions about what happened and if the story was true.
"You were actually caught in the act?" she asked. "I mean doing the nasty?"
"Yes. We'd been married for a few months. Slipped out of work early and met, had dinner, then parked down by the Cooper river. We made out for a while and one thing led to another. She was on top, reverse cow girl screwing me when we heard a noise outside the car. I noticed it first then she let out a yelp when she opened her eyes and spotted them.
"I mean we were still loving together, fucking. The rangers tapped on the window and were kind of cool the got us up, we put on our jeans, but they observed everything. The whole enchilada. We had to give them our licenses and they found out we were married. But they reminded us it was not proper, and that we were trespassing, and considered issuing a summons. In the end we got a warning but since that time there has been no public sex for us."
