Melissa’s story is part of the Becoming Collection, which follows our main character, Dee, through his early adulthood (soon after graduating college). You can read Part 1 of her story here.

My cock was barely a quarter of the way into Tracey’s mouth when she started choking on it. She bobbed on it slowly and shallowly. It provided very little pleasure. I looked down at her. She didn’t notice me she was so focused on the task at hand. She looked incredible. Her long golden hair careening effortlessly along her naked body. Tracey was somewhat lacking in curves, but she was perhaps the fittest woman I’d ever met. Her body was incredibly lithe and she seemed to be in perfect control of it. My cock twitched at the sight of her on her knees in front of me, her tight little as poking up in the air. She took that to mean I thought she was doing a good job and started sucking my cock more intensely, which was never good.

Tracey would suck intensely on the head of my dick whenever she shifted into what she considered her great head giving mode. It was very unpleasant. It was the kind of sucking that one might participate in if they were trying to give a hickey, not a blowjob. I’d never had the heart to tell Tracey she was not good at sucking cock and it was too late in our relationship now. I just pretended it felt incredible and would try to slowly move more of my cock into her mouth to ease the intensity of it all. We usually just started fucking before I finished.

I couldn’t help but think of Melissa, Tracey’s crazy roommate. She had snuck into our room a few nights earlier and given me the greatest blowjob I’d ever received. It was totally insane and wrong. I couldn’t stop thinking about, but whenever I did I didn’t feel the sense of remorse I expected. I was just turned on. 

I wanted desperately for Melissa to be blowing me instead of Tracey. “I want you,” I said, which was my cue to Tracey that we should start fucking. I’d settle for her pussy if I couldn’t have Melissa’s mouth.

Tracey kissed her way quietly up my body before sliding onto my cock. Her pussy felt incredible as it wrapped around me. It was warm and tight and nice and wet like always. For as bad as her cock sucking skills were, Tracey could fuck. She wrapped her hand behind my had and leaned back as she rode me faster and faster. She was quiet when we had sex, but let out these incredibly enticing little moans between sharp breathes. Tracey wasn’t messing around today. She rode faster and faster. I put my lips on her neck. She was flat-chested but that didn’t stop me from moving them to her breasts and nipples. I could feel her getting close. The discomfort of her blowjob had disappeared entirely. Suddenly no one mattered but the two of us. “Oh Dee,” she said in a shaky voice. I knew that meant she was close.

Tracey stopped riding my cock as her entire body clenched around me. She let out deep gasps of pleasure. I moved my hips slightly and let myself erupt inside her as she came. We relaxed together and eventually I pulled my cock out of Tracey, cum dripping out with it.

She looked at her phone after a few minutes of cuddling. “Oh shit!” she shouted. “I’m gonna be late for work.”

“It’s Saturday,” I said.

Tracey just made a face at me. She worked a lot, including on the weekends. Her eyes implied that it was not helpful for me to remind her she shouldn’t be working on a Saturday, so I dropped it. I rolled over and fell asleep for another hour, satisfied from our sex.

I woke up feeling a mix of groggy and revitalized. I enjoyed few things more than a post-sex nap, even though it occasionally took me a few hours to get my full bearings. I tidied up Tracey’s room (she loved when I did that) and pulled on my clothes. I wandered out into the hallway, unsure of what I would do with my day.

Melissa’s door was slightly ajar. We hadn’t spoken since she snuck into Tracey’s room and given me the best head of my life. The few times she’d seen me she gave me devilish glances. I stuck my head into her room. It probably wasn’t a great idea, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Hey perv boy,” she said, responding to my presence so quickly it almost felt like she was waiting for me. “I figured I’d see you soon.” Her words were rude and condescending, but she said them in a way that almost felt sweet.

“Why is that?” I replied, trying to be cool. Melissa just looked at me and smiled. She knew how much I wanted more of her. She sat up in her bed, propping her neck up on a couple of pillows. She was wearing a simple black t-shirt and short black gym shorts that had been converted to pajamas. She kept her eyes on me as she adjusted her position and then slowly pushed her shorts to the side to reveal her pussy. She looked me in the eye and didn’t say a word. I crawled along her bed and put my lips on her inner thighs.

“Mmmm that’s what I thought,” Melissa purred as she sunk a hand into my hair. Her pussy tasted sweet, which I found funny. Melissa loved to eat candy, all things gummy, sour, and incredibly sugary. Her pussy tasted like it could have been one of her favorites. Melissa’s body responded to my tongue quickly. Her pussy was gushing within less than a minute. I had a plan to take things slow, but Melissa was so wet and clearly turned on that I abandoned it. I moved my tongue to her clit and circled it quickly. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, pulling on my hair as she did. Her body was squirming with pleasure, as she tried to keep a cool demeanor. I knew she wanted me to think she was in total control of me. I kept circling my tongue faster, wanting to make her lose control rather than think she could maintain it.

Melissa’s body started to tremble slightly. I increased my pace and the pressure of my tongue against her clit. “OH FUCK,” she shouted. The sounds that followed weren’t words. Melissa released a carnal cry of pleasure. Her legs squeezed around my head as her body twitched with pleasure. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts in response. But I wasn’t finished.

When Melissa came down off her orgasm I started swirling my tongue even faster. “Mmm. Good boy,” she said. Her trembles returned again within a minute. She seemed to be trying to hold them back this time. I gripped her small little ass with both my hands and pressed her clit more firmly against my tongue from below. She bucked like crazy as I held her. “GOD. OH,” she moaned as she came again, this time convulsing aggressively. Melissa’s pussy was as wet as any I’d ever seen. I couldn’t wait to fuck it. I wanted her desperately. Tracey was gone to work for the next 4 hours and I wanted to use every second of it fucking Melissa.

“You want that little pussy don’t you?” Melissa asked as I moved up the bed beside her. I kissed her. She returned my kiss intensely.

“Fuck yes,” I said.

“You want to fuck me so badly?”

“God yes.”

“Too bad perv boy. I got what I wanted. You run along now.” She made a shoo-ing motion as she did.

“The fuck?” I was perplexed.

“I SAID GO PERV BOY. Go fuck that boring girlfriend of yours if you want to get laid.”

“Huh?” I wasn’t following exactly what was going on. Melissa kissed me, which only made things more confusing. She reached a hand into my shorts and started caressing my cock.

“I said go and fuck Tracey. And I dare you not to wish you were fucking me instead.” Her lips were on my neck now one hand still fondling me while the other traced circles on my chest.

She stopped abruptly.

“BYE.”

I took my cue and left the room, horny and confused.

—

A few days later I was back at Tracey and Melissa’s apartment. Tracey and I were cuddled up cozily on the couch, settling in to watch a movie, when Melissa plopped down on the chair beside us. 

“Can I join?” she asked, a shocking amount of sincerity in her voice. I was skeptical and I think Tracey was too, but she seemed thrilled that Melissa was doing something other than moping or raging around the two of us.

“Um OK. Sure! Of course,” Tracey said.

“Cool. Thanks,” Melissa replied. And that was that. For the next hour or so we watched a shitty romantic comedy as if we were three close friends who had always gotten along. We made silly jokes and enjoyed each other company paying about 50% attention to the screen.

“Oh look at that,” Melissa said laughing softly as she pointed out that Tracey had fallen asleep.

I chuckled. “She always does this,” I said playfully.

“She always has,” Melissa added, just the slightest reminder in her tone that she had known Tracey for longer than I had. “Can you believe it?” she asked, her voice changing its key as she did. Her eyes popped with mischief as she looked at me.

“She’s got this perfectly good boyfriend with a nice big cock-”

“Shhh,” I implored interrupting Melissa insistently.

“Oh don’t be such a bitch,” she replied. “She’s basically snoring. Here watch. Tracey! Trace!” she shouted. Tracey didn’t even move. She was sleeping soundly. “Now as I was saying. She’s got this nice hard cock available. And I got to tell you Dee, what you can do with that tongue is no joke. And all she wants to do is cuddle up and fall asleep. Tell me Dee, is that what you want?”

“I love cuddling up for a movie,” I replied, defending Tracey’s honor and lying to myself about what I wanted.

“OK. But -” Melissa paused and stood up. “Is.” she pulled the dress she was wearing off, standing in the middle of the living room in a light blue lace thong and matching bra. “That.” She sat down on the couch next to us. “What.” She licked her fingers. “You.” She pulled her panties to the side. “Want.” She started touching her pussy gently.

“No.” I replied.

“What do you want Dee?” she asked.

“You,” I said quietly.

“What?” Melissa said teasingly.

“I want you,” I said more loudly.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle with this boring little bitch.”Melissa was cruel, but she knew she was turning me on. Her fingers were moving faster now. I could hear the wetness of her pussy as she slid them in and out. “I want you,” I repeated.

“Hmmm you must have liked that taste I gave you the other day.”

“I want more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to fuck you until you scream.”

“Yeah? You want to do all the things that little Ms. Proper here won’t let you do to me don’t you?”

“God yes.”

Melissa leaned over Tracey and kissed me deeply.

“You’d much rather have me than her wouldn’t you Dee?” she moved my hand to her pussy. It was soaking wet.

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought,” Melissa said much more matter of fact than the seductive voice she had been using. “And maybe someday I’ll let you. But. Not today perv boy.”

“What the fuck Melissa?”

She stood up and gathered her clothes. “Have so much fun doing missionary!” she said through a deranged smile as she walked down the hallway to her room.

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