Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2012 15:37:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: chuckprintz@yahoo.com
Subject: Best Melissa

Long time lurker, first time author!  If you liked my story or want to
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This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual persons or places is
strictly coincidental.

This story depicts consensual sex acts between two young adults.  If this
offends you or you are not allowed to view such material, please stop here.
You've been warned.


May 25th, 1998

It was the last day of classes during my senior year of high school.  I
loved my time here.  I had entered as a mousy freshman, and was leaving one
of the most popular girls in school.  I hit a growth spurt during my
sophomore year, shooting me up to around 5'8".  My blemish ridden
complexion cleared up, and my breasts grew to a D cup.  I started taking
the time to actually style my long fiery red hair.  I started receiving
lots of attention from both boys and girls.  This bolstered my confidence
considerably and I started being more active in my school's student council
and drama departments.

I was standing on the stage of the school's empty auditorium.  The stage
was still set for the last production.  The cast and crew were getting
together this weekend to strike the set and have a farewell party.  I
looked out into the empty auditorium and thought about being on that stage
through the years, captivating the audience.  I took a seat on a prop bed,
swung my legs around, and laid back with my hands behind my head.  My mind
wandered to other things I was going to miss about high school: Certain
teachers, football games, cast parties, all my friends, Melissa...

When Melissa crossed my mind, my spirits dropped.  Melissa had moved to our
small Nebraska town our junior year.  Something captivated me about her
from the start but I could never put my finger on it.  She had shoulder
length straight brown hair, cold gray eyes, and always dressed in open
flannel shirts over tshirts and baggy pants.  She had attractive features,
but they seemed to always be arranged in a scowl.  The first time I noticed
her, I was walking out to my car between classes to grab a notebook.
Melissa was parked nearby.  She was leaning against her old Ford truck
smoking a joint.  Our eyes locked for a second, but I quickly turned away
and didn't glance her way again while I rooted around for my notebook.

After that, I noticed her a lot.  She was nearly always alone.  Sometimes
I'd catch myself staring at her for several seconds at a time.  My friends
have had to break me out of my trance several times.  I'm sure she caught
me staring, too.  As soon as I saw her turning her head I'd snap my eyes
down.  I realized how much I was going to miss seeing her around, but I
didn't understand why.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the bolt turning on the heavy stage doors.
I shot up and turned around.  It was Melissa!  She had one hand on the
lock, and one hand carrying a duffle.  She was wearing a thin waffle cut
black shirt and olive green cargo pants with small chains adorning the
pockets.

"Last chance, Allie.  Are you going to talk to me or not?" she demanded.

Her words caught me off guard, and I felt my face flush.  I couldn't think
of a response.  She sighed and walked over to the bed, sitting next to me.
She produced a bottle of Zima, opened it, and handed it to me.

"Oh...I don't...I don't drink" I stammered.

"You just started.  Drink it and relax" Melissa said as she opened a bottle
for herself.  She extended her bottle toward me.  "Cheers to getting the
fuck out of this shithole."

Her choice of words made me blush even more, but I clinked my bottle to
hers.  She took a long pull from her bottle and I sipped mine.  I didn't
really know what to make of the taste.  It was like a Sprite, but not as
sweet.  Beside me, Melissa sighed again.

"Look, I see you staring at me all the time.  Are you judging me?  The way
I look?  Because I smoke pot?  Do you think you're better than me or
something?"

I was mortified.

"No!  Melissa no!  That's not it at all.  I just...I...please don't take
this the wrong way but I think you're really pretty and I like...I like the
way you carry yourself I guess" I said quickly.  Melissa flinched and for a
brief second a smile hinted at her lips.

"Well I'll be damned.  Prom queen's got a crush on me" she sneered.

"God no!  I didn't say that!  That's totally not what I meant!  I'm not
a...a..."

"Dyke?" Melissa offered.

"Lesbian.  Yes.  I mean no, I'm not like that or anything" I said, feeling
my face flush again.  Melissa started laughing, and it startled me.  In two
years I had never seen her smile, let alone laugh.

"Well, I am a dyke.  And now I know why you've been honed in on me.
Gaydar.  You have gaydar because you're a big lezzie just like me" she
chuckled.

"Am not!  I'm going with Tyler Powers!" I said defiantly.  My mouth was
getting dry so I took a bigger drink from my bottle.  Melissa took another
big swig from her bottle.

"Tell me, how far have you gone with Tyler Powers?" Melissa prodded,
clearly amused.

"What??" I gasped.  "I don't have to tell you that!  That's none of your
business!"

"Humor me, Allie.  Tell me how it went and how it made you feel" Melissa
said, gentler this time.  I furrowed my brow.  That was the 2nd time she
used my name, and hearing her say it filled me with a feeling I couldn't
describe.  I started thinking about Tyler and our make out sessions.

"We've kissed lots...and he's felt me up.  He tried fingering me once but I
had him stop after a few seconds.  It felt weird.  Kissing him is weird
too.  He always tries jamming his tongue in my mouth.  It makes me think of
snakes and grosses me out" I recalled.

The feel of Melissa's hand brushing my cheek gave me a start.  When I
looked at her, she was smiling.  Her whole look was transformed.  Her cold
gray eyes had a playful twinkle, her hard features were softer.  I thought
she was pretty before...but now I was practically mesmerized, especially
since she had moved her hand from my cheek and was stroking my hair.

"It's not supposed to feel weird or gross, Allie" she said softly.  "It's
supposed to feel like this."

Before I knew it she had scooted close to me, put her hand behind my head,
and pulled our lips together.  Our first kiss was brief.  She pulled away
slightly to gauge my reaction.  I was too shocked to protest, and she went
in for another kiss.  It was very different than kissing Tyler.  Whereas
Tyler would mash our faces together and try to force his tongue into my
mouth, Melissa caressed my lips with hers using light suction, her tongue
occasionally finding mine.  It felt great, and was met by a sudden pang of
arousal, something I rarely felt with Tyler unless I happened to be horny
already.  But, those feelings would actually diminish some once we started
messing around.

Before I even realized it, I was kissing Melissa back.  I mimicked her
movements and hope I got it right.  Melissa responded by sliding her hands
around my waist and slipping them under my shirt, unhooking my bra.  I
gasped and broke the kiss.

"I'll stop if you want me to" she said breathily.  "But I really don't
think that's what you want."

I studied her face.  Her look had changed again.  The twinkle in her eye
was more urgent than playful.  Her lips were bright pink from the kisses.
I realized at that moment that I had never been more attracted to someone
than I was to Melissa at this moment.  If that made me a lesbian, then so
be it.  All I knew was that I most certainly didn't want her to stop.  I
pulled away from her and pulled my top over my head and shimmied out of my
bra.  Melissa's eyes widened.

"Wow...you're stunning!" Melissa mused. She took a breast in each hand and
gently started rubbing and squeezing them.  Again, this felt worlds better
than the grabbing and pulling I was used to with Tyler.  Her hand brushed
my nipple and I cooed in response.  She began nibbling around my collarbone
and made her way onto my breast, finding my nipple.  Shivers raced through
my body as she rolled her tongue over my hard nub.  I looked down at her,
and suddenly felt quite exposed since she was still completely dressed.  I
took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her away.  She briefly looked
confused until I pushed her shirt up and over her head.  My hands fumbled
with her bra but had it off within seconds.  Melissa grinned, a hint of a
blush forming on her cheeks.

I took in the sight of her small but perky breasts with small pink nipples.
She had the build of an athlete, but as far as I knew she hadn't been on
any of the school sports teams.  "Lay back" she instructed.  I did as she
told, and she positioned herself beside me.  We started kissing again, each
toying with the other's nipples.  I became aware that I had been gently
thrusting my hips, and I felt Melissa's hand on my inner thigh over the
thin material of my cotton shorts.  "May I?" she whispered in my ear.

"Please!" I pleaded.  She slowly slid her hand beneath the waistband of my
shorts.  She brushed my trim mound with her fingertips.  As she continued
toward my pussy she began planting soft kisses on my neck.  I felt her
brush my outer lips, circling as she closed in on my opening.  She slowly
pushed one finger inside me, slowly working it in and out along my inner
walls.  My breathing became heavy and involuntary sighs and whimpers
escaped from my mouth.  Melissa continued nuzzling my neck, and stealthily
slipped another finger inside of me.  I moaned and clutched her shoulders,
hips now bucking in time with her thrusts.  I thought my heart was going to
burst out of my chest when I felt her thumb push my hood up and work
circles around my clit.  I was practically panting, hoping to God she
wouldn't stop.  Soon I felt a tickle start to rise deep within me.  The
tickle turned to a white hot ball and started spreading.  I got scared and
was about to yank her hand away when it dawned on me that I was about to
have my first orgasm.

"Oh God, Melissa!  I'm about to come!" I howled.  My nails dug deeper into
her shoulders.  She gave my neck another kiss and then raised her head
above mine.  What I once thought were cold gray eyes now burned into mine
with a fiery passion.  My muscles tensed as the ball of heat spilled over
and took hold of my body.  I cried out in a voice that didn't even sound
like my own.  As my orgasm subsided, Melissa slowed her movements, withdrew
her hand, and cradled me in her arms.  She kissed my forehead that had
become slick with sweat.

"I bet that never happened with ol' Tyler Whatshisname" she chuckled.

I was still in a state of bliss from my orgasm.  I couldn't seem to form
words, so instead I just shook my head.  We laid there in silence and then
suddenly Melissa sat up with a start.

"Shit!  I need to get home.  I'm still under my parents' reign of terror
for another two weeks until I move out of their place and start my job.  It
took me a few seconds to register what was going on.  I sat up slowly.

"Wait, your leaving?  But I wanted to...you didn't get to..."

"Don't worry about it" she cut me off.  "Two short weeks and I'll have my
own place.  We can have a little house warming with just the two of us.
I'll make you dinner and we can get...uh...properly acquainted" she giggled
as she put her bra and shirt on, and handed me my clothes.  "We can talk
about our likes, dislikes, goals, aspirations, your obligatory coming out
parade down main street" she hit my arm, and I gave her a sheepish grin.
"Do you have email?"

I nodded and searched my backpack for a pen and something to write on.  I
found the perfect thing.

"Sign my yearbook?" I asked innocently.  She laughed and took the yearbook
and pen I offered her.  She handed them back when she was done, put the
empty Zima bottles in her duffle, kissed me briefly, and then she was gone.

I sat there dumbstruck for several minutes.  I had even began to convince
myself what had happened was all in my head.  Hadn't I just been thinking
about her?  Then I took note of the yearbook in my lap.  Hesitantly, I
opened the cover.  There it was, her email address along with the words
"Allie - Good luck in life!  I hope all your dreams come true.  Please keep
in touch after graduation.  Oh, and it was a pleasure fucking you.  Best,
Melissa"