All persons in this story are fictional. All persons engaged in sexual activity are 18 years old or older.
"No fucking way."
"Yes way"
"That doesn't make any sense."
"Is she not pretty enough?"
"She's beautiful. And sweet. She's got a radiant smile and a laugh like angels singing."
Melody stared at me with a bemused smile.
"Sorry, I shouldn't talk about other women like that."
"Yes, you should. She's real, and you have a chance at real happiness with her. And boy, do you have it bad."
"Ok, yes, I've thought about Katie. A lot." I said, "but it can't go anywhere."
"And why not?"
"Because she is my student. And she doesn't like m—"
"Yes she does. She desperately does. The pain in her eyes when you called me 'Honey' was obvious."
"There is absolutely nothing about me that would induce a woman to want to be with me, even for a moment."
"There's you. And you are the only you on this planet. For some people, that won't mean anything. That's fine. You don't need every woman. Just the ones that see you and think, 'Hey, that's an interesting guy'."
"
NO
-body thinks that."
"I do."
"You were made to be attracted to me. It's built into your personality." Shame washed over my face as pain flashed in Melody's eyes. "For any woman free to choose, I'm not good enough to balance out what women put up with from guys."
Melody's mouth hung half open. "I..I..I don't know where to start with that." She placed a hand over mine. "The model whose form a I bear - I also have her memories. She enjoys sex - when she had a partner that showed some concern for her needs. Yes, we women need sex, we enjoy it. Or we can when the guy gives a shit."
"Now,
real
Melody has many memories of unfulfilling sex, even abusive sex, mostly when she was using sex to advance her career." She paused as I grimaced. "Yes, some women are preyed upon in that manner. Some use their bodies to acquire influence or power or wealth. There is no easy way for someone on the outside to distinguish between them. You aren't the one doing it to them, it is not your pain to bear."
"I don't know. The way my mother talks, everyone with a dick is guilty of hurting women. Like just looking at a woman burdens her."
"That's bullshit. Is that why you're alone? To not burden anyone?"
"Partly. The churches we went to when I was younger sure convinced me that if I slept with a woman outside marriage, we'd both go straight to hell."
"And they said it was okay to masturbate?" she asked with a playful smile.
"No, they spoke against that too. I just figured if I was going to hell, I shouldn't take anyone else with me."
"So why not get married - sex in marriage is okay right?"
"I don't think I could wait that long. Besides, those churches always talked about the wife's 'duties' to her husband. Which brings us right back to burdening a woman with my desires. And again, I'm not some prize to make it worthwhile to a woman." We sat silently for a moment. Even
I
could see there were myriad thoughts and questions dancing behind her face. "What is it?"
"I'm trying hard not to hate your mother."
My eyes tightened. "She's still my mother, don't say shit like that."
Her eyes downcast "Yes, master."
"Come on, don't do that."
Melody lifted her eyes to mine. "I am here to serve you. I don't know what power formed me, but I know I am here because you need me. At first, I thought I was here to meet your needs directly. After today in the mall, and what you've said, I think my purpose here is something larger." She smiled as she continued "Don't worry, we'll still fuck like bunnies. I'm still yours - and I have urges and needs too."
She pulled me close and began kissing me passionately. We both lay on our sides, facing each other, bodies pressed together, lips and tongues probing, yielding, caressing. Hands roaming nonchalantly along willing flesh.
Melody pulled back after a several minutes. "You've proven to be quite good at slow, patient, even teasing sex. Why don't we try something different this time?"
"Like what?"
"Fuck me like you own me."
"What?!!"
"Sometimes a girl needs to feel your primal side. Come on
Master
." She got up on all fours and flipped herself around with her head pointing away from me. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me hard baby."
I still felt unsure, but I tried to keep the look off my face as I got up and knelt behind her. I ran my hands across her smooth butt cheeks. Then I laid a soft kiss on her left buttock. She looked back over her shoulder. "None of that soft - eeeep!" I bit the exact spot same spot on her right cheek. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
I slapped her left butt cheek hard. "Don't speak unless spoken to slave." I swear I heard a 'hmmmm' escape her as she shivered. I was rock hard by now. I reached my hands underneath to work on her arousal as I slid my cock along her labia. They were already damp. Not soaked, but they were getting there. After dancing my fingers on her belly briefly, I moved them up to cup her breasts, lightly at first. Then I took a firmer hold, laying my fingers so her nipples rested between my index and middle fingers of each hand. I gently squeezed her nipples as I leaned in to kiss, nibble, and lick the back of her neck. Her moans and whimpers signaled I was hitting the right spots.
I sat back up straight, sliding my hands along her sides down to her hips as I lined myself up with her lovely pink lower lips. They were blossoming and wet. With a firm hold on her hips, Pushed smoothly forward. Not so much a thrust, as continuous pressure, fully penetrating to the hilt.
"Ooooooooooh, God, yes thank you Master."
SWAT. "Keep talking and I'll shove my cock down your throat. Then I'll be the only one getting off." She whimpered and went silent. I couldn't see her face, but I swear I heard a grin in that whimper.
I began thrusting faster. I started with both hands on her hips. Once I had a rhythm going, I moved my right hand back up to her breast. I cupped it. I squeezed it firmly, then I inched her nipple "AAAH!" I wasn't sure which side of the pain/pleasure line that wound up on, so back off a bit, cupping that breast with my palm giving light pressure to her nipple.
I slipped my hand down to her pelvis, fingers groping, kneading her pubis. I could feel the rhythm off myself inside her transmitted to my hand. I slid one finger closer, until it reached the apex of her slit. Her hood was partly retracted, so applied slow, small circles. Her head came up and she snapped her hips back into me.
The power, the primal instinct built in me. Consumed by need, I let go of her hips and pelvis. With my left hand, I slid up her spine until my finger rested on her scalp, interlaced in her hair. I grasped her hair tightly as I increased my pace again. At this point, I was slamming my pelvis into her ass with utter abandon. I could hear my balls slapping forward with each impact, hitting her clit and mons. Her moaning increased along with a loud grunting timed with each thrust. A small shudder ran through her body. I slapped her ass with my right hand.
"HHHaaaaaaaaaa!! YEEEEEEEESSSSS!" She cried as her inner muscles seized around my organ. That was enough to set me off. Her body trembled, as did mine. Spent, I dropped back with my ass on my heels, then fell to the bed beside her.
She collapsed on her side, facing me. She looked worn at first, then she looked at me and her face may as well have been the dawn in all its glory. I smiled back as we both took a minute to catch our breath.
Wordlessly, she pulled herself in close to me, nestling her head under my chin. Within a few minutes, my little china doll was snoring softly.
I guess I did it right.
******
"You are real to me." That was the first thing I said to Melody the next morning once we were both awake. I should have said it last night. She smiled demurely. Then lunged in for a kiss. We ended up making out for a while.
The rest of the weekend, and the first few days of the week were a blur of heart-to-heart discussions and lots of sex. Everything I read before, now I practiced. Some techniques got rejected - gee some of it was bullshit, go figure.
Tuesday was my trivia night at the pub. Melody gamely came along. I introduced her to a few of the other regulars. She knew a few of the answers that were beyond me. She also insisted that a few of the ladies looked bummed out that I was there with her. As in, they wanted to be the one sitting next to me. I accepted she believed what she was saying. It didn't make any sense.
Well, Melody's existence and devotion to me don't make a lick of sense either
.
Melody also suggested we try something new - karaoke. I was mortified. Yes, I sang to myself a lot. I did it all the time, loudly, when I was alone. With Melody around, I only did it in a whisper, and only if she was asleep. Or when I
thought
she was asleep. On one car ride, she slipped one of my favorite tapes in the cassette player and encouraged me to sing along. I finally loosened up enough to do it. She liked it. Or claimed to. She hadn't lied yet. It was mostly love songs, and she did jump me when we got home. Genuine arousal? Ego building? Both? My world is in flux. I can freak out and stay in the painful familiar, or I can hold on loosely and not let go. Surf the chaos.
Thursday rolled around again. Katie's appointment was in the afternoon. Melody had asked to accompany me. I showed her around the campus. When I went up to the Tutoring Center, Melody took a magazine she'd bought at the campus bookstore and sat in the cafeteria reading.
That night, Melody dragged me out to karaoke. Willingly. Sort of. I knew I needed to get out more. But singing in front of people? Melody insisted I was good enough to get some attention with my singing. I ordered a bucket of beers as soon as Patsy, the waitress showed. Melody asked for the sign-up sheets. Patsy came back with six bottles on ice in a small, galvanized steel bucket and two slips of paper, one for each of us.
"Oh, I'm not singing." said Melody.
