Chronicle Mel And Chris Ch 03

Copyright PennameWombat July 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

This is part 3 of "Chronicle: Mel and Chris," which began in "Chronicle" Mel & Chris" and continued in part 2 of the same title. This series is a sequel to the "Mel's Phone Call" trilogy (in Exhibitionist & Voyeur category

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If you haven't read them I hope you'll be interested in Chris and Mel's 'origin story' in the trilogy that begin in "Mel's Phone Call" and continued in "Mel's Phone Call, Part 2" and "Mel's Phone Call, Part 3," all in 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur Stories.' Our core cast of characters were introduced in there. You might also find my 'Geek Pride' series of interest (initial entry, 'You Promised Me Geeks' in Non-Human category) as their characters are likely to drop by here now and again (and vice-versa).

Tags: Anal Sex, 18-year-old, College, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, FFM, FFFM, First Time, Outdoor Sex, Sharing

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Gone National

Sam

Sam's first sight as she opened her eyes was a kneeling Mel's smile on a face covered with massively smudged black and red makeup topped by a tangle of black hair with two red horns still sticking out of it. She had her too-small robe on but it was open.

"Wakes, wakey, sleepyhead," the unreasonably chipper demon said, "c'mon, the shower's free. Come with me and share. We'll save water."

"You still have your horns on," Sam said, she smiled then rolled over, "and, fuck off."

The blanket was pushed off and something pointy ran up Sam's bare back and around her neck. It was the red, triangular tip of a devil's tail.

"Oh hell, not the tail too!"

"Yup," said Mel as the tip of the tail worked its way around Sam's bare tits, "when I told Chris this morning I planned to wear it and the horns regularly he got so excited he grabbed my tail, turned me around, bent me over and fucked me again!"

"And right there," she pointed to the foot of the bed with the tip of the tail, "and you didn't even wake up!"

"That... that was real? Last night, fine. But AGAIN? Oh god. The boy-girl smells. The boy-girl sounds. Horrors! I laid here and prayed it was just a terrible, horrible, nightmare," the redhead groaned, but she rolled over and slid her feet off of the bed, "where's Chris?"

"Downstairs getting lots of coffee brewed," Mel said, she took Sam's hands and pulled her erect, she wasn't actually wearing the tail at the moment and besides the horns and open robe had only her ubiquitous ankle socks back on.

As the naked and all-but naked women walked into the bathroom Sam recalled the conversation from last night, no, from earlier this morning.

"Did you and Chris tell me that Anna's an alien? An honest to god not from here alien?"

Mel pushed the door closed and worked her horns off.

"Well, we don't KNOW that... yet at least. It fits in bits and pieces. But don't tell anyone, please. Maybe she's what she said, a girl born in Africa to missionary parents who dragged her all over the world growing up. And died when she was a teenager and she's been on her own since. That fits her too, can't deny, might account for her strange, strange accent."

Sam nodded her agreement, Mel hugged her and Sam hugged her back.

"I told Teresa you fell asleep in our room," Mel said as she stepped to the sink to work on her smudged face, "she didn't seem surprised."

Sam nodded, she looked at the toilet and Mel shrugged so she sat down and 'aahhed' in relief. She stood up, flushed, Mel's mostly-cleaned face turned to her.

"Get the water going, I'll be ready in a sec!"

Sam opened the glass door, reached in and turned the faucet, it was quickly warm and she stepped in to face the stream, soaked her hair, closed her eyes and let it hit her face and chest. She felt a hand run up her back the nape of her neck, it was met by a second and she felt shampoo applied.

"You really need to have Chris do this," Sam heard Mel's voice, a step deeper than usual, "he'd make you blow just massaging your head."

Sam stayed silent, let Mel work her scalp then through her long, red hair. She opened an eye, found the soap in the unfamiliar shower and lathered her hands.

"Rinse," she heard, Mel guided her head under the water, put her hands on Sam's shoulders and turned her, pulled close as she reached around to use her fingers to rinse out the shampoo. Sam used the opportunity to cup and caress Mel's breasts, her nipples erect as usual and growing. She looked up, caught the taller woman's eyes, they both smiled, Mel bent her neck and their mouths met, softly for a moment before two sets of lips parted and tongues met.

Mel's hands traced down Sam's back as the redhead's hands were pinned between their bodies, large, firm nipples between her fingers, her own smaller but now attentive nipples against her own forearms. Mel's right hand traced around Sam's curvy left hip and followed the crease of her leg, Sam started as Mel's fingers found the clit that had been thoroughly exercised in the previous few hours. Mel separated her mouth, kissed her way to Sam's right ear, whispered, her fingers still busy.

"You need a trim, Red, Teresa be getting lost down there."

Sam's snort was cut short by a mouth pressed back against hers. She tried to move her arms to return the treatment but Mel held her tightly and worked the excited flesh surrounded by its red pubic hair. Sam moaned into Mel's mouth as the taller woman expertly worked her to a quick but pleasant climax, her legs went rubbery for an instant.

"Let's get clean," Mel rasped as she loosened her wrap but grabbed the soap and gave Sam her best demon smile and made clear the favor wasn't to be returned.

She'd reached the bottom of the first set of stairs, wrapped in a towel, before Sam stopped suddenly. She looked up, laughed silently. How the hell did she just have a shower with that beautiful, weird black-haired girl yet still not manage to actually SEE her bare feet? This shower, showers after racquetball, barely glimpses. They could just about really be cloven hooves, she thought. She shook her head and started down the second set of stairs.

About 45 minutes later phone extensions on three levels rang in unison. A clothed Sam had just poured herself a coffee in the kitchen so was first to answer.

"Hello?" Sam offered the mouthpiece.

"Good morning, sorry to call so early. I assume my daughter is there?"

The voice was sufficient for Sam to know the caller, much less the reference to a daughter.

"Indeed she is, Mrs. Caldicott, ah, Helen, I'll get her..."

"No," the quick reply, "tell everyone to get on a phone, hurry!"

"Hey," Sam shouted, not bothering to ask why, "everyone get on a phone, it's Mel's mom. Something she wants to tell us all!"

A variety of voices as phones were picked up, a series of groans from the lump of Dave on the sofa as the commotion finally woke him up.

"Ok, mom, what's up?" Mel's voice.

"Melanie Caldicott!! I always knew! Now everyone knows! So natural."

"What? Huh?" Mel being the one to voice the confusion they all felt.

"You guys are an hour behind, right?" Various yups, yeahs.

"Put your TV on 'It's Morning, America,' that's all I'm going to say."

"Ohhh... Kay...," again, Mel speaking on behalf of everyone, "thanks, mom. Have a good day."

"Yup, those lawyers can't function without me. Bye!" The line went dead.

Chris

"Hey, Dave," Chris said as he went down the stairs immediately after the phone call, "do us a favor?"

"Hey, sure, Chris," Dave said with a grunt as he walked into the kitchen, still wearing his ranger-costume trousers and shirt as he found a mug and filled it with coffee. Terry had put out a hitherto-hidden box of day-old pastries specifically saved for this morning. Dave almost purred as a sip of coffee and a bite of pastry hit his tongue.

"Bring that upstairs, watch the TV for us? You're already dressed," Chris said, chuckled, "I'll give you a ride home or to campus. Watch 'It's Morning, America' and call us if you see something."

"Sure," he followed Chris upstairs to the big TV, "but, what am I watching for?"

"Not sure, but I'm sure you'll know it when you see it."

"What channel?"

"KPUD, should still be on it."

About 20 minutes later everyone heard Dave shouting.

"It's the Cat, the freaking Cat! Hurry!"

Teresa and Sam were the last ones in, both puffing from having charged up two flights of stairs.

"... your beautiful elven baby!"

"And now," the costumed reporter continued on what was easily the highest-rated nationally-broadcast morning program, "has this succubus captured her prey?"

Cheers as Mel revealed a sight not common on national morning TV as she stepped into frame leading the leashed, smiling Chris. Her slightly sideways stance showed off her horns and wings and tail but only just obscured her rouged nipple and areola. Her long, athletic legs were highlighted in her high, platform heels.

"Or can this sweet angel rescue him?" Was Sam's cue to take Chris's arm opposite Mel wearing her own beaming smile. She'd put the white high heels back on for her cameo and walked smoothly enough in them, angled to show one feathered wing and only a bit less rounded breast.

The segment ended as before with the camera panning across everyone as Cat said "from somewhere between heaven... and hell... this is your Cat reporting on Halloween."

"Holy hell," said Chris, "we've gone national."

The chirpy female host of the show added "that report from KPUD's own Jane Jacobs."

Mel wrapped her tail, hung from the back of her jeans, around Chris's waist and nuzzled his neck with her horns.

"My mom's right, I'm a natural demon."

Chris heard an odd, slightly strangled groan from Dave, he was badly hungover but he wasn't sure that was all of it.

"Well, Sam," said Teresa, "I think something will hit the fan in about an hour in California when they see their half-naked not-lesbian daughter hanging all over her beau while a nakeder demon drags him to hell..."

"Oh, um, oh shit!" Sam said quickly, then trailed off, "Christmas..."

"Hey, Red," Mel said, "he's coming to North Dakota for Christmas. You can't have him."

"Christmas Eve? Share?" Sam asked.

"Um, no," said with demonic certainty.

"Now, now," said Chris, "let's look at this. December in North Dakota. Or. California. Hmm. Let's weigh this up..."

"Just think of Christmas in California," Mel growled as the tip of a demon's tail found its way to Chris's crotch, "as a brown Emms in a bowl that should have only red ones..."

"If you put it that way," Chris kissed Mel, "sorry, no Cali, Sam. Anyway, bus leaves in 20 minutes, get a move on folks."

"Chris," Dave said with a chuckle, "your email is going to go to hell again after this."

"Well," Chris said slowly, "she didn't use our names and our pictures haven't been that widely distributed since our Mallomar news conference hardly got shown. Besides, people won't even look at me..."

"I wouldn't, that's for sure," Dave's laughter joined by Chris.

"Hey," a random voice, followed by a hurried 'sorry' from Chris as he realized he'd stepped in front of a trio of other students already in the hall. He moved nearer the wall, walked slowly.

'Dave was right, kind of,' Chris thought as he as he scanned the printouts and smiled.

When he'd logged on and checked various USENET forums, he saw that the BBC had also picked up Cat's video and it had made its way around Europe. But even with that he was initially relieved that even with as the connected sites on that side of the Atlantic added their admiring comments along with the sites in the US they were generic and of the "who were the hot devil and angel and who was that lucky asshole between them?"

Unfortunately, thought Chris, enough of the connected sites were observatories and universities and it didn't take long until the clip of the sexiest rep hell had to send and her leather-clad prey had been outed as the discoverers of the "Caldicott-Bajevic Anomalies." The sweet angel no one knew but plenty wanted to name some sort of heavenly object after her once that had been rectified.

Which meant by the time he'd left Dave and Dr. Carlstrom after the PMAI seminar Chris had spent his lunch hour not eating but dealing with the rush of email and newsgroup postings Dave had predicted. Most were indeed requests for Chris to make himself scarce, a few were immediate marriage proposals for Mel and/or Sam and the rest were variations of 'you lucky sonofabitch' directed at him.

He'd printed out a few of his favourites of each sort to share after racquetball. He smiled as he wondered if Mel or Sam would find any of the proposals compelling.

Some Other Place

"I am of the strong opinion, beautiful red headed angel," Sam read the printout, "that if you plan to save anyone, that anyone should be me, not that lameass in the video. I'm smarter and richer than he'll ever be. Please have lameass email me your address so I can mail you the engagement ring and an airplane ticket so you can come and meet my mom. Love, Tommy."

The other diners around the table at Some Other Place restaurant laughed along with Sam.

"Lovely demon, I know you're the brains behind the operation," the horned Mel read, "and that the trained monkey on your leash isn't likely of much help. Take me with you into the infernal fires and find out what a real man can do! That is, if the trained monkey gives this to you."

"I know what I am," Chris shrugged, Mel tapped the side of her head on his shoulder, "but I didn't bother to print out all of the ones that just said 'you lucky asshole. I did like this one though, 'Chris, dude, you're playing for the wrong team. Forget women. We have a better offer for you...'"

"Don't I do it for you anymore," Mel said, a quiver in her voice quickly replaced by a snort and a round of laughter.

"You three are quite famous now," Anna said in that weird, flat voice of hers, "everyone around the world has seen you."

"All of us got an instant there," said Teresa, then she looked at Anna and Bobby, "especially you two taller than all of us. But fortunately most of us just background to these nuts!"

"I told Cat when I gave her the address I didn't want a starring role," Anna shrugged, "she found the right ones."

She'd insisted they come to what she said was her favorite restaurant in town instead of the usual post-racquetball pizza, no one complained too loudly, especially when she'd said she was paying. She'd said she was so impressed with how hard they'd played as well as having hosted such a nice party the night before. Terry and Pam had skipped, plans to meet other friends who'd missed the party.

"But people put enough money in the fish bowl last night," Chris had explained, "we broke even."

The tall, pale, green-eyed amazon had just shrugged at that. Now she leaned into Bobby, who leaned back. Unlike twenty-four hours earlier they were both well covered in jeans and their torsos in snug sweaters, Bobby's powerful chest next to Anna's large, round breasts.

Sam finished reading another marriage proposal and Mel laughed, her braless nipples coaxed by the cold even through her coat prominent through her tight, thin shirt. Chris admired them as they moved only slightly as her shoulders shook. She'd pulled her tail around and the tip sat on her lap. It looked like she was serious about it and the horns, Chris mused. Cool.

"Looks like you have options, Sam," Teresa grumped, "be packing your bags?"

"I dunno," she responded, "Chris, you got any of these from guys who aren't weirdos?"

"I'm afraid they're all weirdos," Mel said, "they're the only people who have email!"

"Hey," Chris started to say, Bobby interrupted him.

"She's right."

Another round of laughs.

Chris and Mel turned to look over the shoulders when they saw Bobby and Anna look over their heads, saw the waiter approach with what looked like a chocolate cake.

"Excuse me," he said, leaned between Mel and Chris as they parted to provide a lane so he could place the cake on the table, "special order for the table."

A second waiter followed it with a large cake knife and set it and a stack of six dessert plates next to the cake.

Chris noticed a soft smile on Anna's face as they all turned to the cake, stared open-mouthed, read the white, cursive lettering.

'Thank you for making me famous, Cat!'

"Wow," Anna said, "she'd told me she had a surprise, that's why I wasn't allowed to take you all to Crompton's tonight. I really want to go there. My barbarian will take me soon."

Bobby turned his head slightly, smiled broadly, nodded in confirmation.

"Ok," said Sam, "I've been dying to ask, Anna."

The cute, dark-haired woman tilted her head slightly, an eyebrow above a green eye quirked up as she smiled and looked at Sam, clearly welcomed the question.

"You've only been here since, what, September?"

She nodded.

"And you know this TV reporter. Chris was born here and doesn't know TV people. How do you know this Cat?"

"Or," asked Chris as he recalled the morning video, "is her name really Jane? They mentioned that this morning."

"You're my swordsman, Bobby, cut the cake," Anna handed him the cake knife, glanced quickly at Chris then looked at Sam, went on in that strange, inflection-free voice, "it goes back to our parents. Yes, her name is Jane. She didn't want me to call her that last night. But they were wrong, it's J A Y N E."

"Jayne Jacobs," Bobby added.

Anna nodded, Chris scrunched his eyebrows, Mel's expression similar as she caught his eyes.

"Yes. Both our parents were missionaries together, the First Presleyterian Church of the Divine Pompadour, in Africa. Jayne was four when I was born, but her parents found out her dad had cancer so they came back to the US, came here for the Uni hospital. He died after a couple of years, she doesn't really remember him."

Anna paused as she helped Bobby put cake slices on the plates.

"When I got to high school my parents had come back to the US, we settled in Nashville. They died in a car crash the summer before senior year, I was used to taking care of myself. When I graduated I used some of the insurance and other money to look up some of their old friends. I contacted Jayne's mom and arranged to come here and visit. She had cancer and I ended up staying the whole summer with Jayne helping out until her mother died. Jayne had just graduated from the Uni and got the job at the TV station so was busy, but I had time. We became really good friends. I was already going to Univ of Tennessee but she convinced me to come here for grad school."

She smiled broadly, put her hands out, palms up.

"So here I am, not much to stay for in Nashville. We're kinda the only family we each have."

"Wow," said Mel, "that's really sad about all your parents. I lost my dad, thought that was sad enough! What about the church though? Your parents and hers were so big in it."

Anna shrugged, crinkled her face.

"Helped me out my senior year, but didn't exactly lead to long, happy lives for any of our parents," she said, Chris read emotion in her face but as always nothing in her voice, "so neither of us cares anymore."

Silence around the table for a few moments, then Anna made the first move, took a big bite of her cake.

"This is really good cake," she said, smiled, waved everyone to dig in. They did.