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you blamed melissa and her old italian doors that didn’t close properly. or you blamed just melissa, for the way things turned out tonight.
the night had started out swell. a small gathering at melissa’s place, you arriving significantly later than the others to not risk being alone with the redhead. ava constantly eyeing you to make a move on mel. janine and gregory shamelessly flirting. jacob’s clumsiness. mr. johnson telling barbara stories that you tried so hard to concentrate on but nothing worked. she was there, with all her glory, swaying around in the comfort of her home and more radiant than ever.
how was it possible? the effect she had on you, her casual remarks that you were sure pre-calculated to drive you insane. ava kept pushing, putting ideas in your head that swam in dangerous waters. ideas about how melissa was down, just like you. ideas that led you to say careless things.
and melissa was not keeping her distance, sitting especially closer to you on her huge couch, letting your thighs touch occasionally. the bumping of a knee, her scent blinding you and she would smirk over, as if you could take your eyes off of her. and the shirt she was wearing… ugh. you wondered about her bra underneath. was it laced? something deep in color, that would pop against her glowy skin. something that barely covered anything and maybe if she moved around too much a nipple would tug out of the fabric and- no. bad though. bad thought.
but it wasn’t like melissa’s presence was helping. the way she kept whispering into your ear all the while barb talked about her night out with gerald. and melissa would lean over, “what do you think hon’? you figure gerald treats her right in the bedroom?” your face had heated up instantly, knocking the air out of your lungs. then as if it wasn’t enough she had placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. you struggled to breath, trying hard to look at barbara. but the words had spilled out of your mouth in an instant.
“you have nice fingers.” you told her and only her, voice so low against her ear. was she blushing? or was it just the light hitting her features? “thanks hon,” she said confidently but then murmured quietly,
“i’d like ‘em better in you.”
“what?”
“what?”
melissa pretended like she didn’t say a thing. but you heard her, you did. so now you were excusing yourself off to the bathroom. melissa gave you a wink as you lifted off the couch and scurried upstairs, to the bathroom.
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you hurriedly pushed the door behind yourself, failing to notice the slight gap left ajar. your hands found the edge of the sink, looking up to see your face in the mirror. you looked truly disheveled, your hair a mess. your were gripping the ceramic so hard that your knuckles hurt. you huffed out a breath and pushed away, letting your back rest against the wall. blissfully unaware of the slight gap between the door. you needed her, desperately, more than the blood in your veins, the air in your lungs. and no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked.
you came here to collect yourself, not to think about melissa’s beautiful tits any further. you whined out loud, hitting your head at the wall repeatedly. you rubbed your thighs together with a whimper and felt yourself get wetter by the second. if only she were here right now, the things you would let her do to you. you trailed a single hand down your top, grazing your nipples through your shirt and unbuttoning your pants. just a little bit, you thought. it wouldn’t hurt.
your fingers found your clit, slipping under your panties and you let out a moan. fuck. you rubbed the bud a little harder. gathering your wetness and pressing as your mind wandered to her. her hair pulled up in a ponytail, bangs framing her face. her neck, the skin you would beg to touch. then to her cleavage, her perfect breasts swaying. “unghh- mel… need you-” you realized the words leaving your mouth a little too late. your eyes were still closed and you slipped two fingers in your soaking cunt, spreading your legs from where you stood.
melissa had looked so beautiful tonight and now you were in her bathroom rubbing your clit. her fingers had gripped your thigh and now you had two of your own in your mouth to shush out the whimpers and the dirty words. “i’d like them better in you.” she had said and now your head was tilting back, eyes shut as you swallowed your moans in the narrow space. you kept pumping in your wetness, trying to grind on your clit but it wasn’t working. you were so riled up but nothing was helping. you groaned out loudly and slipped your fingers out with visible annoyance. but then your eyes trailed open and you caught sight of the slightly open door. and behind it stood in the darkness… melissa. with a huge smirk on her lips.
shit. shit. shit.
you scrambled to close the door fully, leaning against it and embarrassed was not a word strong enough to describe how you felt. how long was she standing there? did she see you-? did she hear? did- ugh. it was of no use to stand here, propped up by the door inside melissa schemmenti’s bathroom with your fingers still wet and the ghost of her name still hanging off of your lips. so you straightened up, buttoned your pants and opened the door. you had thought she’d be gone by now.
but no, melissa was still standing there, with the same grin. but now there was a change to the way she held herself, the way her eyes glinted with lust. like she could eat you alive and was barely restraining herself. you tried to open your mouth for her to move over but she pushed you back in the small room. she locked the door with a hurry and pressed your back to the same wall you were just against.
she doesn’t kiss you, lets her breath blow on your lips. you want to close the distance this very second. but you feel her body, pressing against you with insistence, her hands don’t touch you just yet. she lets them hang by her sides as she corners you against the wall. you can’t stand it, your heart straining in your chest and her cleavage is on full display right before your eyes. you need to touch her.
“how long have you been standing there?” you ask, a dare in your words. “hmmm… let me think.” she speaks and her voice is so rough, so raspy your knees buckle. so she pushes a single leg between your thighs and lets you grind on it. you try not to moan but she hasn’t even touched you yet. she continues her sentence, “somewhere between ‘mel- need you mommy’… and now.” shit. did you let that slip? now she knows how fucked up of a mind you have. you think she will leave, keep you all hot and horny in the confinement of her bathroom. you’re wrong, terribly.
instead she invades your space further and kisses you. it’s rough, urgent, filled with want, need. she lets her lipstick smear all over your mouth. you grab her by the waist, by her thighs, any place your hands reach. it’s desperate in all the ways you need her. she pushes her thigh between your legs even further and you hump on it, hanging onto any friction she gives and you moan, deeply into her mouth. she hums in return, your voices swallowing each other, tongues tangling and her spit mixes with yours. you need her shirt off. right now. but you don’t know how she would feel. if she would want to keep going.
your hands play with the hem of her shirt, a burgundy one that’s too well fitting. she chuckles in that breathy voice again and you would let her do anything, anything she wants. and when she speaks, you’re sure she is going to be your end. “are you sure about this sweetheart?” she asks and you will get on your knees and beg if it comes to that. you nod, biting your lip. “darling i’m old enough to be your mother.” you moan at that. “it doesn’t matter mel. i want you i need-” you’re so needy as you pull down the hem of her shirt once again. “aww pretty girl, you want to see my tits?” she smirks, giving in a little. you nod frantically and when she tugs it off you can’t help the drool slipping out of the side of your mouth. she has a lace edged black bra that covers her breasts, barely. it’s like all of your late night fantasies coming true. except she’s way more beautiful in real life.
you hear melissa chuckle. she holds your chin up with one hand and your mouth parts. she licks her lips and leans in further. “baby we need to stop this while i can still control myself.” her voice so raspy, laced with her control that is slipping away and you can see it in the way she holds herself. her exposed chest and neck rising up and down with every breath and you just want to suck one of her nipples into your mouth. you need her to keep going. “please, please mel i need you- i need you so bad-” and she grins further, squeezing your jaw harder and you struggle to breath. “you’re so cute when you beg pretty girl.” she unbuttons your jeans with one hand, keeping the other against your throat now.
“i’m gonna help you with that little problem of yours now sweetheart.” she gestures towards your crotch and if only she knew how wet you are. “then you’re gonna make mommy come. how does that sound sweetie, hmm?” she keeps squeezing your throat and you moan out, looking at her forest green eyes. you nod but that’s not enough. “words baby. i need to hear you.”
“yes- yes please touch me-” you gasp and your hands are digging at the side of her hips now. she tsks quietly as she unbuttons your jeans fully. “such a needy girl. now take them off.” she says, tugging at your pants. you comply quickly, sliding the material down your legs and shove it on the floor. you look up at her now, eyes begging. she brings her hand forward and cups your sex through the fabric of your panties. her eyes widen when she realizes how wet you are, basically dripping and moaning and she hasn’t made any real contact. “fuck- you’re so wet hon’. that all for me?” you whimper and nod frantically, “yes, yes all for you mommy.”
she chuckles wickedly and pulls your panties to the side. you don’t know where to put your hands and melissa closes the distance between your lips once again. she licks your bottom lip as her fingers rub on your clit. her other hand pulling the hair at the base of your neck. it strains lightly and you moan into her mouth. the feeling of her fingers now teasing your entrance, her lips ghosting over your face, her breath against your cheek. it’s all too much.
you spread your legs wider and plead, “please- mel-” your voice so desperate. she silences you with a kiss, granting her tongue access into your mouth and she slips a finger in, finally. “spread them wider baby.” she whispers into your mouth, you can die this very second. you let one of your legs wrap around her body, holding it up and melissa smiles into the kiss. she adds in a second finger and they curl, hitting just the spot and you can’t help the loud moan escaping your lips. “sshhh you gotta be quiet for me now sweetie. it might be my house but we can’t afford a scandal now can we?” she teases you, even now when she’s burried deep inside and you laugh, a half-moan. “you know ava will never stop talking about it right?” and she doesn’t even slow down her motions, pumping in and out of your pussy while you whimpered for her in her small bathroom, pressed against the wall.
melissa’s fingers works in you and you just can’t keep your hands off of her anymore. both of them trailing up mel’s sides and up at her chest to grab at her breasts. melissa chuckles, “it’s okay hon’, you can touch them.” you groan and it turns into a whimper when the palm of melissa’s hand finds your clit. you try to ride her fingers put she’s got you pinned. so you keep your mind on her breasts instead. and they’re so close to your face, you free a nipple from the fabric, watching it harden with the cool air. you lower your head and suck it into your mouth, melissa’s fingers halt for a single second, you can feel her jaw open, resting on the top of your head. and you’re so close to her you can practically hear her heart beat.
you bite down on her nipple now and she moans, curling her fingers deeper in you. you’re getting closer, the tight nerves coiling in your belly and you can feel it. you leave bite marks all over her chest now, grasping, kneading the soft skin and you can feel her breath in your veins. melissa’s palm keeps pressing against your pounding clit and one, two, three more strokes in your wetness and you’re coming. pure pleasure taking over as you moan against melissa’s cleavage. she slows down her fingers, gently extracting them and when her palm nudges your clit you buck, still sensitive from your lingering orgasm.
you keep your spot on her chest and lay a cheek on top of one of her tits, looking up to meet her green eyes, glinting. melissa’s fingers tangle in your hair and she smiles at your dumb expression. your lips and chin covered with her dark red lipstick, red marks blooming against her own chest and she trails her thumb against your bottom lip. “how do you like my fingers now baby?” she asks you, voice sultry and you have to bite your lips. “much better.” you say and she pushes her wet fingers through your lips. you look up at her with innocent eyes, as if you’re not naked from the bottom half. and you suck on her fingers, cleaning them up, hollowing out your cheeks.
her eyes widen and you can see the want in her eyes. the need to have you, claim you further. “knees. now.” she orders and you immediately lower yourself onto the floor. the cold concrete hits your knees but it doesn’t matter. what matters is that melissa is calling you a good girl now and you can’t even help yourself when you thighs squeeze. “already so needy for me huh?” she asks, noticing your motion. she eyes towards her own pants, silently urging you to take them off. you make quick work, taking them off alongside her panties. and she just stands there, with all her glory, eyes looking down at you and you can feel your throat go dry at the sight of her. her wetness shining through her dark curls at the apex of her thighs, the stretch marks covering the side of her thighs and you hold onto them. your fingers itching onto her and she grabs you by the hair. “make me feel good and then we will think about it baby.” she says all the while guiding your face towards her dripping pussy.
and you feast. your lips make instant contact with her perked up clit and melissa spreads her legs further. you grab onto her thighs with force as your tongue spreads her folds, ravishing her taste and melissa raises one of her legs to rest it on your shoulder. the motion cages your head between her and the wall and it’s everything. you can suffocate in between her thighs and still be thankful. melissa can’t stop moaning as you suck onto her folds and your tongue teases her entrance. “oh, good girl.” she whimpers, holding onto your head, “keep going baby. just like that- fuck-” she starts grinding on your face and you let her use your tongue however way she likes. she’s getting closer by the second, you know it and you let your nose brush her clit now. she curses loudly at that, something in italian.
you switch between licks of your tongue through her entrance to sucking on her clit, testing the water. you want to put your fingers in her but if you take your hands away from her thick thighs there is a high chance mel would fall. so you keep going, stroking your fingers up and down her legs best as you can, hoping you’re making her feel good, fervently sucking at her clit and the quenching noises that come out are loud. on top of you you can see melissa’s other hand that is not holding your head play with her own nipples. you moan at the sight and the vibrations trail up her spine. she whimpers, “oh hon’- mhhm- don’t stop please-” and you can’t even think about it.
it takes a few more laps of your tongue against her wet pussy until she comes with a muffled out scream of your name. you ride her through it, licking lightly against her, engraving her sweet taste in your mind. then she pushes your head away lightly and you help her put her leg back down. “fuck-” she huffs, “i haven’t done anything this crazy in years tesoro- come up here.” and she pulls you up to her, leaning into your body once again. you kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on your mouth and she hums.
“been such a good girl for me, huh hon’?” she teases you. you smile at her cutely, whatever you say beautiful. you’re worried about this being a one time thing until melissa grabs you by the waist, pecking your lips one last time and saying, “now get dressed baby girl, we have people waiting downstairs to be sent out the house…” she gives you a wicked grin, “because i’m not letting you leave my bed tonight- or walk in the morning.”
you can feel your lungs squeeze with excitement with the implications her words hold.
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the two of you walk downstairs with mel’s hand wrapped around your waist. the first thing you hear is ava whopping in excitement. “damn girl i knew you were down bad but this is bad.” she says once you’re by her side, wiping at the still visible lipstick stains next to your lips and jaw. melissa made sure there was still some left there, just for good measure. and just cause she liked the way it sat against your skin.
you look over to her now, sitting next to barbara who looked very much pleased about the situation too. melissa gives you a devilish smirk that reminds you too much of the one she just gave behind closed doors and you know that you’re in for a long night.