So far, Melisa and I have acted as love interests in two of Dan’s short films and I would always made her laugh. We’d wander off chatting and someone always had to come find us and bring us back to set. She was kind of corny, loved puns and musical theater. We’d play name that tune with Broadway songs but I only knew the old ones. I was always cast because I was funny. She’s funny too, but mostly cast for her looks. Goddamn she is gorgeous. An old school beauty. With her long strawberry blonde hair and full pink lips she honestly looks like a Hollywood starlet. Her bright bluegreen eyes would light up and her pale cheeks flush with red whenever I made her laugh.

She has the loveliest breasts, always busting out of whatever modest outfit she wears. Online there’s a picture of her in a soft pink dress cut deep enough to show off her insane cleavage and tight enough to outline the rest. Her DDs or so sit high and perky on a tall, slender body with a full booty to top it off. Goddamn she makes me so hard. I’ve always wanted her.

Honestly because of how much we laughed with each other, whenever we would trounce back to set for a scene it probably looked to the rest of the cast and crew like we had just fucked—out of breath and red in the face and maintaining a little too much eye contact. But it was always innocent.

There was never even a sex scene. Or even a kiss. Dan’s just kinda like that, family oriented or something. He doesn’t even let me curse when I improvise (and I improvise a lot), so I had to do all my cursing off camera. Melisa, such a good girl, would always blush when I said fuck, or shit. So I said fuck and shit a lot.

Unfortunately she always had a boyfriend. On our first movie she was dating this douchey looking singer. She and I rode the bus back together and she showed me a funny Yoda video. So nerdy, this girl. I could see down her blue shirt a little and fuck she had some big breasts, pale and pushed together by her bra. They jiggled when she laughed, so I made her show me more funny videos. I swore she caught me staring a couple of times. When we got to her stop she shimmied over me awkwardly, and at the same time I stood up to let her pass, and her ass grazed my crotch. She didn't seem to mind. It hurt to say bye.

On our second movie was dating a Liberian, and was planning on visiting Liberia with his family. We walked and talked a bunch during our date scene on the water. I wore a suit and she wore a dress and we danced outside a carousel. She looked fucking incredible. At one point during our dance I leaned her back in a weird way and my cock pressed into her pussy. We lingered after everyone split just for a second, but then went our separate ways.

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She posted an story implying she was single and I responded asking about the Liberian. They were done. I sent something with a :( attached to it but I didn’t mean it. Soon after, she texted me asking about a movie I had recommended on set. This fucking slut wants me doesn’t she? Sure it was a Danish movie that centered on familial abuse but nonetheless I told her what it was called.

A couple of days later I texted her asking her if she wanted to grab drinks. She responded with a long message about not being ready for a relationship, so it would have to be as friends. I told her I wasn’t necessarily implying a relationship, and that it was okay. Somehow we made plans to watch that movie at her apartment. I imagined her squealing as I fucked her reverse cowgirl or her lazily and sloppily sucking my cock with both of us fully watching the movie. I imagined those tits, too, bouncing and clapping against each other while I railed her.

Day of our hang I was pumped until I got a text from her asking if she could invite a couple of her friends to join us. Shit. Maybe this wasn’t gonna be anything.

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I arrived at her apartment on the night in question and entered to soft music and warm light. A girl with a pleasing face sat on the couch while Melisa did something in the kitchen. I looked over and could only see her back. She was wearing tight jeans and some kind of turquoise tube top, and her ass looked amazing as she went on her tip toes to reach into a cabinet. Plump and juicy and I wanted to grab her and pull her jeans down and see what came next. But I’m a gentleman so I sat on a chair and became acquainted with her friend.

She was nice and pretty and the next friend who came was nice and pretty too. I set up the projector at Melisa’s request, and sat next to her as we watched the move, which was honestly a bit risqué for this crowd of these sweet, bookish, pleasing women. The gasps were shrill and often, and Melisa’s leg pushed onto mine about a hundred times. Luckily they all loved it, and I paced the room while we discussed it intelligently. I was personally obsessed with the oafish brother because the actor was hysterical. They weren’t so thrilled with him, being brutish and plain mean and all, but they all seemed thrilled with my passion about the movie. Then it was time to leave. Shoes were shimmied into and hugs were had and the door opened and the girls left. I sat on the couch.

I watched Melisa to see if she’d react to my staying but she didn’t seem to think anything of it. I sat down at her piano and we played Billy Joel songs together, messy and loud. In our throes of musical passion there was a banging from the floor, so we shut up right quick. Apparently that neighbor gets pissed a lot. Embarrassed to find out our shoddy playing and singing was public, our faces grew red and our cheeks fought back smiles as we looked at each other and held our breath, together pretending we didn’t exist. No more bangs from the floor.

We ended up in the kitchen. She leaned on the window pane and I on the counter. We faced each other with about three feet between us. Maybe two and a half. Her turquoise tube top was ruched and hugged her body well. It didn’t accentuate her breasts, but you could easily see they were there, and big. Everyone once in a while she’d lean just so and I could see some cleavage. But neither of us moved from our spot for about an hour as we talked and talked.

Quickly the topic became sex. We spoke of losing our virginities, and I mentioned the floor to ceiling chandelier in the lobby of my first’s parents' NYC apartment. She ended up talking about her mom’s boyfriend creeping on her. Of course I gave my condolences, but she didn’t seem too fucked up by the whole thing. Even though we spoke words about fucking, the vibe was more friendly than sexual. Still, talking sex with a smoke show like Melisa turned me on. Grab her and plop that booty on the counter and pull down her tube top and go to town on those things. I wondered what her titties looked like and worried I’d never find out.

I believe it was her who brought up the topic of friends with benefits. Not as something for me and her to be per se, but more of a general conversation about its concept. She told me how she always had long term boyfriends and that it would be nice to have someone for in between. She honestly wasn’t talking about me, but I took my chance anyway.

“Maybe we should kiss,” I offered at a perfect pause in the conversation. She was taken aback and her face grew rosy. She was flustered.

“I, I, I didn’t mean that you and I were going to—“

I lifted my butt from the counter, interrupting her, and stood firm, basically towering over her. She was tall but I was taller.

“I think we should just try it to see,” I said softly, taking a small step in her direction. She lifted her butt off the window pane and strengthened her stance.

“See what?” She took in full breaths and looked at me in the eye. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. I stepped up to her.

“I dunno. If it feels good?” I looked down at her, our faces inches apart. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Okay.” I put my hand on the back of her swanlike neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She fully reciprocated, wrapping her arms around me. Our tongues went at it and I finally took a squeeze of that ass, which felt incredible. She gasped into my mouth and I snorted into hers, turning her head to the side and getting myself as deep in her mouth as I could.

I picked her up and spun her around and leaned her onto the counter and she squealed and got so excited.

“I guess we can be friends with benefits and hook up whenever we want and—“

I grabbed her throat with one hand and a titty with the other, and squeezed both, though one considerably harder than the other. I pulled at her boob and she softly touched my hand.

“Don’t pull on them.”

“Oh, sorry.” Damn this girl really cares about her tits. Maybe she’ll need them nice and perky for a role. Honestly no girl has ever told me not to pull her tits, so I wondered if I even had the power to stretch them, but I respected her wishes and made a mental not to do it, even when I’m super horny with little to no control over my actions.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t gonna suck on them. I grabbed her and lifted her ass onto the counter. She sat high and I had a perfect view of that gorgeous chest. I reached my fingers into the top of her tube top and pulled. Out popped two enormous tits, pale and perky, they faced outward with inverted nipples. She looked fucking amazing. I looked up at her face and she was stunned, probably surprised at how quickly I went from 0 to 100. I smiled at her and lowered my face into her breasts.

I took her breasts in my hands and stared at them. I dragged my nose across them and she giggled. I brought out my tongue and daintily licked her nipple, then slurped it up like I needed it to survive. She moaned as I sucked and groped and slapped, but did not pull, her tits. Her chest was wet by the time I pulled my mouth out, and her face was fully red. I picked her up and she straddled me. I kissed her deeply as I made our way to the couch. I dropped her on her back and her titties bounced but somehow stayed full, almost completely unaffected by gravity. Goddamn those things are surreal! I pulled off my shirt and she liked what she saw.

I pounced on her and kneaded her tits and sloppily played with her mouth. My tongue and hands and fingers were all up in there. If only I could put something else in that pretty mouth. My cock twitched so I lowered myself onto her and then spun her around, so she was on top of me, our mouths not having left each other’s grasp. I grabbed her ass and bucked my hips and our clothed groins rubbed against each other.

I pulled at her ass and pushed my cock and we were stimulating each other hard. Her kissing got so sloppy and she tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent. I let go of her ass and still we were grinding into each other, her body fully into it. Her hips bucked and she pushed her pussy into me, so I reached to slip my hand into her jeans. She touched my hand. I exhaled and she sat up.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that, sorry.”

I smiled and shrugged. “That’s okay. I don’t wanna push you into anything you don't want to do. Honestly. Personally, I'd mount you and fuck the shit out of you… but only if you want that.” She laughed a full laugh and I turned a bit red. Damn I really do lose control when I’m horny.

“I have an idea!” She quickly got up and ran to her room. I took a sip of water and waited. She came back with a small tub of Vaseline and pushed me up so she could sit next to me on the couch.

“Let’s try this. Take it out.” She looked at my cock, bulging and pulsing, clearly trying to escape. I pulsed it and she gasped. I looked at her gorgeous tits and took one in my hand, and then I looked at her.

“No. You take it out.” She shrugged and raised her eyebrows.

“Fine.” She reached down and undid my belt, then the top button of my pants, then slowly unzipped my fly. The head of my cock was clearly outlined in my underwear.

“He looks so excited!” she exclaimed, and pointed to it. I took her hand quickly and moved it towards my dick. She bit her lip and grabbed it. Then she stuck her hand into my underwear and pulled, unsheathing my cock in one big swing. It flopped out and she covered her mouth.

“Holy shit,” was all she could say, and I could tell I was rubbing off on her.

She lubed my cock with vaseline and stroked it while I gently played with her tits, feeling their weight and letting them seep between my fingers. They were heavy and sexy as hell. 

“How’s that feel?” she asked, and I grunted and smiled. She stroked me evenly and I kissed her deeply and squeezed her ass and thrust into her hand. She moaned into my mouth. I kissed her neck and bit her throat. I grabbed her tits and brought them to my mouth. I sucked on her nipples and released them with a pop. She kept stroking my wet dick.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” I hummed. She blushed.

“This thing is soo big!” She couldn’t keep her eyes off my dick. So sexy. She licked her lips and stroked away. I was rock hard and huge. I could feel my orgasm build as she stared at my cock and gave her whole being to its cause. Her soft hands felt so good and her tits bounced with each stroke. I touched the button of her jeans but she pushed my hand away and kept jerking me off.

Eventually I warned her I was gonna cum and she giggled and kept stroking. I had hoped she'd take me in her mouth, but she never did. She just stroked harder and harder until I released, erupting a fucking geyser of cum. It spurt straight up onto her chin so she pulled her head back and kept stroking. I sprayed more and more cum, and it flew through the air and landed everywhere: on the couch, on the floor, on me. I swear some of it got on the tv. It lasted a good forty seconds and was more than fifteen ropes. Maybe the best orgasm of my life.

Almost comically spent, I slumped over, apologizing for the mess. She laughed and wiped her chin and leaned into me, her boobs pushing into my chest. I spun her around and spooned her and gripped her tits, holding her close.

"Don't pull at them," she said, as we drifted to sleep.