“Oh, baby, you were so amazing, I love you. You’re the best, the absolute best.” All of Melissa’s panic, her sense of humiliation and betrayal melted away at those words.
He loved me!
Marcus pulled her close, and kisses away her tear.
“I just wish you would let me love you more,” he continued, “I want to share myself with you completely, I wish you could love me enough that we could be complete with each other.”
They had talked about this before, but Melissa had been adamant, she had to save herself for marriage, she wanted to be a good wife like her mother, and she had been taught that you had to be pure for your marriage, or no man would want to marry you. She never thought that she would have gone this far with a boy, she had sucked his dick before, and had let him play with her breasts, and finger her, and even once, she had let him put his mouth on her down there, which had felt amazing, it was the first time she had had an orgasm, and she secretly wanted him to do it again, but couldn’t bring herself to ask him, it just felt so dirty. Maybe, if she let him do the other thing… but that was supposed to hurt, and it was so filthy, and if anyone else found out, she would never hear the end of it. Maybe she would ask some of her friends if they had tried it.
“Maybe Sarah would love me more…”
Marcus’ words shattered her train of thought like it was made of glass.
“Sarah? What? No!” Everyone in school knew about Sarah, she had had at least four boyfriends, and had slept with several other boys, and had even had sex with two of the teachers at school, and it wasn’t even for punishment.
The drive back home had been silent, Marcus stewing, and Melissa just not knowing what to say. They didn’t kiss, but Marcus never really wanted to kiss her after she had sucked his dick, he said that was “gay”. She was so relieved to see that Travis was sound asleep, she tidied up the house, cleaning up where her twelve year old brother had made himself a sloppy PB&J for dinner, her head spinning with thoughts of Marcus and Sarah and sex, and purity, she just didn’t know what to do. When she finally got to bed, she laid there staring up at the glow in the dark stars that she had stuck to her ceiling when she was eleven. She finally stopped thinking about Marcus and Sarah, and started just thinking about Marcus, and how his hands had made her feel. As if on their own, one of her hands cupped her left breast, and the other snaked down between her legs, to her secret place, she felt the faintest bit of stubble there, and knew that she would have to shave herself again, like she had been doing ever since Marcus asked her to, she had read that boyfriends like their women to be smooth down there, she guessed they were right. Her fingers seemed to remember what Marcus had been doing, the circles and the rubbing back and forth, she could feel herself responding, her nipple tightening and growing hard under her twisting fingers, and she started probing her pussy, deeper, until, in a twinge of pain, she jammed her finger against her maidenhead again. She stopped, remembering that this wasn’t what good girls did, and took her wet fingers out of herself, she eventually got to sleep fitfully, with a pillow clutched between her knees and thighs.
Melissa awoke to her alarm, sprawled across her bed, she had kicked off all her covers in the night and was sprawled face down with one leg off the bed, her nightgown was twisted and bunched up nearly to her armpits. The edge of her bed where she had been rubbing her crotch was damp down to the mattress, and her panties were soaked, she quickly stripped naked, only taking a moment to look at herself in her full length mirror, Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her creamy white C cup breasts and smooth shaved pubic area were highlighted by the dark tan she had over the rest of her body. Afternoons in the backyard by the pool kept her tan, and running track and cross country for school kept her lean, and her legs toned. She grabbed a towel, and her bathrobe, she had to beat Travis to the bathroom, or he would stink it up, or simply take forever just to spite her. She showered quickly, and then spent what seemed like forever shaving her legs and pussy, lathering everything up with shaving cream, and going over everything carefully to ensure a smooth feel everywhere. A couple of nicks on her ankle and one on the knee were all she had to worry about, and then she brushed her teeth. As she was brushing her teeth, the electric toothbrush whirring away, staring at her naked form in the mirror, she found her free hand wandering down to her pussy again, she couldn’t believe how worked up she was getting, she spat out the toothpaste, and left the water running in the sink. She found herself with one leg up on the toilet, rubbing herself with first one hand, and then the thick buzzing handle of her toothbrush. Oh God she thought, chewing on her lower lip, she just couldn’t press the handle into her clit hard enough, she started savaging it back and forth over her pussy with feverish need, her other hand twisting a rock hard nipple until she gasped in pain. The handle of her toothbrush was growing wetter, her juices started to mix with the remnants of toothpaste that she hadn’t rinsed off in her rush and need, and it started to sting, and burn, and…
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! “Missy hurry up, you’re taking forever!
Gaaaah! The little beast! Couldn’t he hold it for just another minute?
Melissa lost her stride, the need was still there, but the interruption was all that was needed to drive a spike of shame into what she was doing. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe, rinsed off her toothbrush, turbaned her hair up in a towel, and made a dash for her room, her pussy burning with minty freshness and and her cheeks with embarrassment, nearly bowling over her little brother, who was doing the pee-pee dance in the hall.
Melissa tried to rub the toothpaste out of her pussy with the towel she had wrapped her hair in, but it didn’t seem to help either situation there. As the stinging subsided she quickly dressed for school, white cotton panties, white cotton bra, white cotton button up blouse, plaid skirt, and matching tie, and shiny black shoes, the school uniform for St Mary’s.
Dad was already seated at the table, reading his morning paper, and Mom bustled about the kitchen, putting the final touches on breakfast, It looked like pancakes and bacon, blueberries, and cut strawberries for the pancakes, and orange juice for the kids, Coffee for the parents.
Yep, it must be Thursday.
Then Melissa noticed the envelope on her plate, just as Travis came stomping in, and plopped himself down at his place.
“What’s this?” asked Melissa, her finger sliding down the top of the envelope.
Her father rustled her paper, and said, “Oh, that. Just something you need to drop off at the front office of the school this morning. You can read it if you want, actually, I think you should.”
Melissa opened the envelope, and took out the letter, as she unfolded it, she saw her mother’s clear flowing hand, she began to read it when her father said in a low but commanding tone, “Out loud.”