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Melinda (m/f), Part I
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MELINDA
Melinda looked at Steve and smiled slyly, almost wickedly. She'd
wanted him for so long and how her wish was coming true....
She had seen him for the first time several months ago in the weight
room of her college's gym. Tall, blond, broad shoulders - God, he was
gorgeous! Melinda watched him that night and all of the other nights that
she went to work out. As time passed, she found herself becoming more and
more attracted to him.
They exchanged hellos at first, and then made small talk as they grew
more comfortable with each other. Melinda was always careful not to make him
aware of her desires - she didn't want to scare him off! Finally one evening
she had seen him eating dinner alone in the Dining Hall. Melinda walked up,
smiled, and asked if she could join him. They talked, and the topic turned
to past relationships. Melinda found out that Steve didn't have a girlfriend.
"What luck," Melinda thought to herself. She invited him over to her apartment
that evening around 8:00 for a drink and... whatever else. < reword? >
About 7:00 Melinda started getting ready. She attached lenghts of rope
to the sides of her bed and tucked the ends down out of sight. Next she
prepared herself. She put on a red, lacy, front-hook bra, black, crotchless
undies, a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and spiked heels. Melinda grinned as
she surveyed herself in the mirror. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and
across her shoulders. A silver chain hung around her neck, the end
mischievously hiding in the valley between her taut, full breasts. Her body
was well-toned and firm, the result of those well-spend hours at nautilus.
Melinda was quite pleased.
There was a knock at the door. Melinda glanced at her watch. "Right
on time," she thought as she answered the door. Steve's eyes widened as he
caught sight of her. "Hi, Steve," she smiled. "Come on in. The wine's
chilling in the 'fridge and there are two glasses on the counter. Could you
get them and bring them into the living room, please?"
"Uh, sure. No problem." Steve looked a little confused, but not
upset, at her attire. Melinda suppressed a giggle.
After Steve brought the wine Melinda poured two glasses and set them on
the table. As they drank she asked him questions about himself. Melinda found
out that he was a senior in Psych, he was graduating at the end of this term,
and that he eventually wanted to teach. Melinda rose as they finished their
wine. "Why don't you go on upstairs, Steve? That is, if you want to. My
room's the second door on the right." Steve looked her full in the face, and
then replied, "Sure, I think I want to." Melinda put the empty wine glasses
in the sink and the half-full bottle of wine back into the 'fridge.
When Melinda arrived at her bedroom, Steve was there waiting for her,
seated on her bed. She thought that he looked a little uptight. "How about
a backrub?" she asked innocently. "I've been told that I give an unbeatable
massage." "Great!" he responded enthusiastically. He kicked off his shoes and
took off his shirt which Melinda set it onto a nearby chair. This was the
first time Melinda had seen him without a shirt on. She wasn't disappointed.
She wasn't the only one who had been working out recently! His large, well-
defined muscles rippled as he rolled over onto his stomach. Melinda retrieved
a bottle of massage oil from her dresser, poured a little into one hand, and
firmly started rubbing. Steve relaxed as as her hands became intimately
acquainted with his shoulders, back, and sides. After about 20 minutes she
nudged him. "Still awake, I hope?" "Mmmmmm," he sighed. "God, this feels
good." "Tell you what - if you turn over I'll do your chest too." Not needing
any further urging, Steve rolled over. Impishly, Melinda climbed on top of him
so that she could easily reach every part of his magnificent body. He looked a
little surprised, but Melinda could feel through his jeans that he was a little
aroused too. She poured a little more oil into her hand and started to massage
his shoulders and chest. Shortly thereafter he closed his eyes and relaxed,
enjoying her touch to the utmost.
Melinda's hands travelled down his left arm, tracing out the contours
of his muscles and moving down toward his hand. As she neared his wrist,
Melinda retrieved one of the ropes and laid it across the bed. Then she gently
maneuvered his arm so that his wrist crossed the rope. Still massaging Steve's
arm with her right hand, Melinda used her left to lightly but securely tie the
rope around his wrist. Melinda then repeated the procedure with his right arm.
Melinda surveyed her work. Steve had some freedom of movement, but not enough
to untie the knots and definitely not enough to stop what she planned for him.
Melinda leaned forward and kissed Steve on the lips while playfully
brushing his chest with her already hardened nipples. She felt Steve shift as
if he wanted to put his arms around her, then he started to struggle when he
realized that he was tied down. "Stop fight," she told him. "You can't get
free. Those ropes are designed to hold a 1200 lb horse, so they can certainly
hold you. Don't worry; there is no way in the world that I would want to hurt
you anyhow. Just relax and enjoy." Melinda started to nibble on his right
earlobe, then worked her way along his jaw, down his throat, and across one
collarbone. She then started to lick and suck on his right nipple, while at
the same time moving her left hand down to the now-prominent bulge in his pants
and rubbing the hard shaft that she found there. Steve gasped as he became
fully hard under her expert ministrations. Melinda moved her hand up to undo
the button on his jeans, then ran her index finger down his cock as she opened
his zipper. She slipped her hand into the front of his pants, first playing
with his penis, then reaching in deeper to rub his testicles through his under-
wear. Stopping only long enough to remove the remainder of his clothing, she
continued to excite him. Melinda pushed his thighs apart and knelt between
them. She leaned forward and Steve felt his cock being licked from its tip to
its base. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth as she worked him almost
to a fever pitch, then suddenly she opened her mouth and took him in. She
moved her head up and down, now slowly, now a little quicker, and her tongue
played expertly with the underside of his shaft.
Steve was breathing very fast. Melinda realized that he was close to
reaching orgasm. She wasn't quite through with him so she slowed down, then
stopped. Steve moaned as he realized that he'd been brought so close... so
close... and nothing had happened and he was incredibly turned on.
"What's the matter, Steve?" Melinda asked as she stroked him to keep
him erect. "Haven't you ever been teased before?" Without waiting for a reply
she straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself toward his waiting hardness.
She stopped when the tip of his penis had just slipped between the moist lips
of her vagina. She moved his hard shaft back and forth, teasing and arousing
both of them. When she could stand it no longer Melinda lowered herself fully
onto him, then began moving rhythmically, trying to drive him deeper inside of
her. Her breathing quickened, and she realized that she was going to... Waves
of pleasure washed over her as she reached the most intense orgasm she'd had in
a long time. She was happy that she'd come so quickly that he hadn't - yet.
Melinda stopped moving and looked at Steve. Then, with a large, wolfish grin
she dismounted and moved away from the bed.
Melinda had every intention of completing what she had started with
Steve, but he apparently didn't know that. He yanked hard on one of the ropes,
and it snapped. Melinda stared with shock, then realized that that the sharp
metal of her bedframe had acted like a knife and severed the rope. Before she
could recover her wits he had untied himself and was advancing toward her.
"Now who's the one who is going to get teased?" he asked, grinning playfully.
Melinda, although surprised, wasn't frightened, and she often enjoyed wrestling
with her lovers. She quickly kicked off her heels as they would only hinder
her and crouched, waiting for him to make the first move. She looked him
straight in the eye. "Go for it," she challenged.
As Steve reached Melinda he tried to grab her and haul her into him.
He succeeded in catching her arm but as he started pulling she launched toward
him, flung him off balance, and knocked them both to the plushly carpeted
floor. Steve, being by far the stronger of the two, quickly managed to pin her
there. Melinda noticed during their struggles that he was very careful not to
hurt her.
After pinning Melinda Steve unhooked her bra, exposing her large, well-
rounded breasts. Melinda moaned softly as he caressed and fondled them and
then brushed her hard nipples lightly with his fingertips. His mouth and
tongue kissed and nibbled on her left breast. When he reached her nipple, he
nipped it lightly, sending a surve of desire through her. Melinda gasped as
his sucking became more and more urgent. Steve no longer needed to pin her
to the floor as she had no urge to get away from him. Her hands clung to him
desperately as he aroused her further. As he shifted to work on her right
breast, Melinda spread her legs and pulled on his hips to encourage him to
enter her. Eagerly he climbed on top of her. "Take me now," she moaned.
Steve smiled. "Not just yet."
Melinda felt Steve's hand between her legs. His fingers teased first
one side of her wet pussy, then the other. When his hand moved up and
stimulated her clit she began thrusting her hips, matching his rhythm. Just
before she climaxed Steve penetrated her almost savagely. She cried out as
she came, waves of excitement racking her body. An instant later Steve came,
his body shuddering as he strove to push himself even farther into her. For
what seemed like an eternity they clung to each other, fused in their carnal
passion, and then they relaxed, spent.
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