Poster Girl Ch 02

All persons engaged in sexual activity are age 18 or older.

After a vigorous thirty minutes of petting and pleasuring each other, I managed to convince Melody we should get on with the day's events -- and that the sooner we got back, the sooner we could spend uninterrupted time exploring each other. That last part was the winning argument.

We first went to a department store in the mall (you know, the one that sells tools, and clothes, and lawn equipment, and automotive services, and everything else because there's more for our life there) and picked out a couple shorts, blouses, panties, and bras for her. She held off getting skirts and nicer panties and bras for a nicer department store and a specialty lingerie shop. You know the one I mean. She did not want pants. Even with only two tops and two bottoms, she still insisted on a personal fashion show. I didn't complain.

"So, how about this combination? I think these two go together the best."

"It does look good." I said as my eyes roamed up and down her body. I'm gazing lustily at a woman and it's okay! "Very good."

"Thank you." she said with a knowing wink. She disappeared back into the changing stall.

"Honey," I have someone to call 'Honey'! "I think we should get you some t-shirts also."

"No need, baby. I can always snag one of yours."

"No complaints there, but wouldn't you like to have a few that are feminine?"

"Hmm. Maybe. But I didn't see any I liked on the racks here."

"Well, just keep an eye out for something you like at the next few stores."

******

Friday afternoon in the mall was already picking up, so the clerk was not amenable to taking the tags off and wearing them out. We checked out and headed for the food court, since that's also where the bathrooms are located.

"So, where do you want to eat?"

"At the food court." she giggled.

"Okay smart ass, which stall?"

"I'd like a salad from" the pizza and pasta place. You knew the one, it's still around. "A dinner salad, not a side salad."

"That's it?"

"MMhm."

"I'm getting a cheesesteak with fries."

"Oh good."

I stared blankly at her. "Does that mean I should get you an order of fries as well?""

She batted her eyes. "Why what eva do you mean?" she said in a blatantly bad southern belle drawl.

"I will gladly get you your own order of fries."

"Hmph. No. That would be too many anyway. Just get a large order of fries."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. They taste better off your plate, and besides, I like putting something of yours in ma mouth." The bad Georgia peach came back.

I stared at her incredulously. She giggled. "Well, that got the creeper that was staring at me to back off."

"Huh?"

"There was a skeezy guy that was pacing us and leering at me. Now he's gone. I'm yours so the creeper left."

By this time, we had arrived at the food court. I picked a table near the bathroom entrances. Melody rifled through the bags and pulled out the items she wanted. "I'll be back soon sweety." She sashayed away. I dropped into the zoned out waiting mode familiar to men.

"Hi Daryl!" a voice incredibly happy to see me nearly squealed. I turned.

"Kate? Hi, how are you?" a genuine smile spread across my face. Having tutored her for three semesters now, I had come to enjoy and appreciate her company.

Kate cocked one hip out and swiveled the leg about on the point of her toes. She leaned forward, resting the fingertips of one hand on the table, with her bags dangling from her wrist. The other hand played with her hair. She leaned in toward me.

"So, it's nice to see you off campus. Whatcha up to?"

"Just doing some shopping, we're about to get lunch."

""We?" Kate looked a bit alarmed for some reason.

"That would be me." Melody had walked up from the restrooms, which were to Kate's blindside. I had been paying attention to Kate, so I hadn't noticed Melody walking up. Kate whirled around. Her eyes bugged out as she took Melody in. "Hi, I'm Melody." She stuck out her hand. Kate limply took the proffered hand.

"Um, are...are you Daryl's sister?"

"Oh no, we're not related. We just met."

"But, you're here shopping together?"

Why did Kate sound tense? or upset?

"Yep. Daryl's helping me get some clothes."

"Oh."

My stomach growled. "Honey how about we get some food before I eat the both of you?"

Kate's face fell. "Honey?" she squeaked.

"That could be fun." Melody said with a giggle.

Kate turned quickly a walked so rapidly she was very nearly running. What the hell brought that on?

Melody looked at me like I'd done something wrong. I'm accustomed to that look from my mother and sisters, but I have no idea what caused it this time. At least this look wasn't disgusted, or even disappointed.

"What?"

"Nothing, let's go eat and do some more shopping."

******

Melody picked at her salad while I ate. She didn't even try to snitch a fry. She never said a word, even on the walk to the specialty lingerie store. I was embarrassed to be in there, but pumped that I had someone to be in there with. I had a sudden idea and moved closer.

"Hey hun, do you think we could get you a pair of those wings the models wear?"

A genuine chuckle, but the smile didn't seem to fill her eyes like earlier. Something was definitely bothering her. "Cute, but no, babe." She turned back to the rack. "I think I have what I want. How bout I meet you at the naughty gift store around the corner?"

"Ok." Strange, she really liked giving me a show before. What the hell did I do? Hell, I guess it was bound to happen. She'll probably split soon because I'm not good enough. I still owe her this shopping trip though. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

I was bummed as I left, and in the specialty gift shop. She was familiar enough when she sidled up beside me, and on the walk back out to the car. I managed to keep the sorrow off my face, so I didn't look like I was at a funeral. The ride home was quiet.

******

Melody folded and put away her undergarments in a drawer I cleared for her. The outer wear she hung in the closet. We had to stop at a bigbox store for hangers when we remembered.

Melody lounged on the couch, reading a sailing magazine. I sat in my comfy chair doing homework. As long as I kept my mouth shut, I couldn't distance her anymore. Frankly, it was a toss up, wrestle with quantum mechanics homework, or talk to a woman? Thirty pages of manipulating the same calculus expression, trying to wittle it down to zero, and every step of the way, out came a negative sign or a fraction. By the end, It all came down to 'were there 30 negative signs, or 31?' and 'does this reduce to one, or one-half?' Thirty fucking pages. That was one problem. ONE. By the time I finished (or was ready to give up) I decided to rip the band aid off and give Melody the lead in so she could dump me. I set my work on the side table.

"Melody?"

She looked up with a small smile. "Yes?"

"What did I do wrong?"

She looked puzzled "what do you mean?"

"You've been upset since the food court. I don't know what I did, but I'm not surprised you want to dump me, I -- "

She sat bolt upright "Why the hell would I dump you?!"

"Probably a dozen reasons, I just don't know which one I triggered earlier."

Her face took on a sorrowful smile and her eyes watered slightly as she stood and walked towards me. "You are the reason I exist. You are my everything. I will never abandon you." She settled herself into my lap, wrapping my arms around her. I settled one hand on a thigh, and the other lightly against her navel. She rested her head on my shoulder, her face invitingly just below my own. I took the hint and began a slow, sensuous kiss. After a few minutes, she lifted the hand over her belly up to her breast. I traced slow circles around the lovely orb. I approached, but never crossed over, her areola. She mmmmm'd her approval the first few times. Then she whimpered the third time. So I lightly pinched her nipple. Then I cupped her nipple and areola, giving a light squeeze with my palm. That was very much approved of. This was accentuated by the use of her hand to move my other hand between her thighs.

I slid my hand back and forth along her inner thigh, lightly cupping and uncupping the sensitive flesh. As she began to shift, signaling her further arousal, I slid my hand up the inseam of her shorts and then moved my hand vertically, rubbing her slit through the fabric. Her breath caught. I stuck my thumb out to make small rotations in the general vicinity of her clit. (She had shorts and panties on, so I couldn't be exact, but anatomically speaking, it had to at least be close, and getting passed over or near with each circle.) She broke the kiss and moan low and long. The hunger was back in her eyes.

"Shall we adjourn to the bed?"

Inspired by her antics in the mall, I tried out my southern gentleman drawl "Ah can har-dly refuse the kind request of a la-dy."

She barked out a laugh as she threw back her head. "That was really bad."

We rose and walked slowly to the bed. Our progress was constantly interrupted by our efforts to remove each other's clothing. Our lips were in contact except to remove our t-shirts. I turned her back to the bed and settled her on to it. She scooted further up as I crawled on as well. I lay upon her, my head centered over her breasts, applying light kisses to the sensitive flesh. Then I took a nipple in my mouth. Her back arched.

"OOOoooh, yes Master. Please, please take me." I didn't need much encouragement, and with my low experience level, I didn't have a lot of confidence in my stamina, even outside of her. Most of what I had done (and was planning) came from reading over the past few years. I wanted to make damn sure the next time I got a shot in bed with a woman, I gave her a reason to stay.

I raised myself up her body and looked her in the eyes as I shifted my pelvis to align myself with her entrance. I had felt her dampness on my lower abdomen as I played with her breasts, so I knew she was ready. A slight push lodged my helmet within her warmth. "Oh yes, baby. Mmmmm, more" she pleaded.

I pushed again, firmly but gently, and drove about half my length within her. A sharp inhalation followed by a soft moaning exhale affirmed I was right on track. I pulled back slightly, but just as she started to whimper, I pushed forward again, unhurried and undeterred. A sound of satisfaction came more from her chest than her lips as she brought her knees back and wrapped her arms around my body, under my own. Rocking slowly, I began to build our mutual pleasure. I pressed my pelvis firmly but gently against her clit, taking care not to crush it, but giving enough oscillating pressure to stimulate her. I lowered myself to press against her, my chest making contact with her lovely mounds and transmitting the rocking motion to her nipples. Her body trembled more with iteration. The muscles of her depths thrummed against my organ. Suddenly, her entire body seized. Her body arched up into mine. The stimulus set me off. I fired several ropes of my essence into her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that seemed to pierce her soul. A second orgasm, triggered by my eruption, burst through her even as the first had barely begun to subside. I collapsed, but managed to slide off her. Panting, the exertion of our love-making full in our limbs, we lay in each other's arms.

Once breathing and heart rates had calmed, we took to slow, leisurely kisses. We took long pauses to stare into each other's eyes. Finally, Melody spoke. "Daryl, we need to discuss what really happened in the food court."

Thanks for reading! I fixed a few problems a reader mentioned in the earlier version. Chapter three is in progress. It will be the finale. Trying to stick the landing folks!