Jason and Melinda





It was like playing poker and getting dealt a royal flush; it sometimes
happens.  That was Jason's feeling when he walked up into the dunes with
Melinda, a girl he had met just an hour previously.

"I had a boyfriend for a couple of years," she said, taking his hand,
"but I'm not going with anyone right now.  How about you?"

She was a pretty, slender blond girl just a couple of inches shorter
than he.

"I've never gone steady," he replied.

"You've never had a girl?"

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean."

She grinned at him and squeezed his hand as though she understood his
wretched sexual history.  His first time lasted less than a minute in
the back seat of his car on a cold November evening.  The girl was so
annoyed with his too brief performance that she refused to go out with
him again.  His second time was with a short, fat girl who had stocky
legs and a roll of flesh across her belly.

"You're a nice looking guy," Melinda said.  "I'm surprised no girl ever
caught you."

"Catch _me_?"  He snorted a laugh.  "I was the one who was always
chasing.  Maybe I tried too hard."

"That happens with some guys, Jason.  You were probably too obvious
about wanting sex."

"Am I being obvious now?"

"Yes, you are.  But I don't mind."

They reached the crest of the dune from which they could see the expanse
of Lake Michigan.

"Why don't you mind?"

She turned to him.  "Because I'm being obvious too."

Oh, my god, he thought.  Does that mean she wants to fuck?

"I hadn't noticed, but then, we've just met."

"You aren't very experienced with girls, are you, Jason."

"I suppose not.  I've never had much luck."

She took the blanket he carried and spread it on the sand.  She then
reclined on it and looked up at him.

"You should feel lucky today," she said with a grin, "and maybe for the
rest of the Summer."

He was nervous with anticipation.  Was she just playing with him?  He
sat beside her prone body and ogled her bare, shapely legs, the thighs
so enticing near the hem of her shorts.  He did not know how to begin.

"Lie next to me," she prompted him.  "Aren't I being obvious enough?"

"It, it's just ...  I mean we only met an hour ago.  I've never known a
girl like you."

She frowned.  "You mean a easy girl?  A slut?  I'm not like that, Jason.
I've only had one boy, and I stayed with him for two years until we
graduated last month.  He's going to a different college, so we broke
up, although we remain friends."

"But, but ...  Why me?"

"Because I miss having a guy!  Maybe I made a mistake in choosing you.
Can't you be more aggressive?"

He quickly kissed her, fearing that in her angry frustration she might
get up and leave.  She held him tightly with an arm.  Their tongues met
and dueled.  He palmed a firm breast, neither too large nor modest.  She
wore no bra.  He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.

"That's better," she whispered into his ear.  "Let's enjoy each other."

He sat up to pull the blouse open, to gaze at her lovely, pale breasts
with pink nipples.  He rushed to suckle one.  She sighed and caressed
his head.

"Have you ever done oral sex, Jason?  Mickey, my boyfriend, always
refused.  He even didn't let me ... you know."

Jason raised his head.  "Is that what you want?  I'll eat you up,
Melinda, although I've never done it before."

"Yes, I'd like that ... first.  Then we can go all the way.  I'm on the
pill.  Let's get undressed."

With quaking hands he helped her remove the blouse, then he pulled off
her shorts and panties.  She lay with one leg bent.  A fleshy
protuberance poked through her light brown pubic hair.  He thought it
looked delicious.

"Take your clothes off," she urged him.

He stood and struggled too quickly to strip while gazing at her lovely
body, one that he was about to savor, one that me might enjoy for the
remainder of the Summer.

"That's nice," she remarked when his erect penis came into view.

She rose to her knees, stroked his thigh, then enfolded his member,
pumping it a couple of times.

She looked up at him.  "I've never done this before, you know.  Don't
gag me with your stuff."

After flicking her tongue at the knob, she encircled it with her lips
and began to suck.  He held her head with both hands while gently
pushing his penis in and out of the grasping mouth.  He was overwhelmed
by the incredible pleasure of his first blow job.  He could not last
long.

"I'm about to come!" he exclaimed.

She quickly drew her head back and began to pump the shaft.  A brief
yelp accompanied his first, thick squirt that splashed her neck.  Two
more quickly followed.  Semen flowed between her pert breasts.  She
engulfed him again to take the remainder in her mouth.  When finished,
he extracted his painfully sensitive penis.

She laughed.  "God!  What a mess!  But it was fun!  I don't mind the
taste."

She reclined again on the blanket with a large grin on her lovely face.
He retrieved his underpants and wiped away the semen from her gorgeous
torso.

"Now it's my turn," she announced, raising her knees and spreading her
legs.

Despite the orgasm, Jason retained his sexual excitement because of the
girl's beauty and also because he was a healthy eighteen year old.  He
crouched between her legs, licked down a soft inner thigh, all the while
gazing at his destination, the protuberant clitoral hood.  She started
when his tongue flicked it, squirmed as he began licking, and groaned
when he took it between his lips for gentle sucking.  He was
inexperienced but Melinda was not disappointed.  After a couple minutes
of his effort her whiny sighs peaked in a loud orgasmic gasp.

"That was awesome!" she exclaimed into his face after he mounted her.
They kissed as he penetrated fully.  Then they stared at each other's
face while thrusting and shoving in their love making.  They went at it
for long, ecstatic minutes.  She occasionally grimaced and gasped in
peaks of pleasure.  Her breathing became ragged as her excitement grew.
"Oh, god!" she finally screamed, raking his back with finger nails.  He
continued pounding away and she thrust back unabated until she yelled in
orgasm once more.  Then she lay still with eyes closed while he sought
his own pleasure in longer, slower strokes, inspired by his lover's
exquisite facial beauty.  When it arrived, he kissed her lips as he
spewed.


* * *


"What are you doing, Jason?" Melinda asked when he bent close to observe
her navel.

"Lie still, please.  I'm conducting an examination of your body."

He had started with her flaxen hair and proceeded to her belly with
kisses, touches and occasional licking.

"You're acting like you've never seen a girl before."

"None as perfect as you.  I want to become acquainted with your every
pore."

With her knees raised and legs spread he parted her labia to inspect the
confusing jumble of fleshy parts.

"Lick on me," she asked, quietly.

He did so in confidence that he would give his orgasmic lover great
pleasure.  Soon her body went rigid and she choked out a brief cry.  He
resumed his inventory: the thighs, the calves and each toe.

"Roll over, please."

She obliged him without comment.  He knelt between her outspread legs
and ran his hand up the back of her calves, fondled the luscious thighs
and parted the perky buttocks cheeks.  He gently poked a finger at the
wrinkled anus, penetrating to the first joint.

"Are you going to put it in there?" she asked when he covered her body
with his.

"I'm just feeling your flesh against mine," he whispered into her ear.
"I won't push it in."

"Mickey once showed me a dirty video in which a guy did that to a woman.
She pretended to enjoy it.  Maybe she actually did."

"I doubt that.  It must hurt."

He nuzzled her hair and squirmed against her buttocks.

"I'd like to try it once," she whispered.

"You really mean that?"

"Yeah, but not now.  We'd need some lubrication.  That's what Mickey
told me."

"Did he want to do it?"

"Oh, no!  Mickey was an alter boy.  He would only have regular sex with
me in the missionary position.  He never even let me get on top."

"You can get on top of me any time, Melinda.  I'll even do it doggie
style, if you want."

"That sounds like fun.  Maybe you can poke me in the behind that way.
There's a jar of Vaseline back at the cottage.  I'll sneak it out
tomorrow.  Can I get on top of you now?"

"Sure," Jason replied, rolling off her to lie on his back.

"You aren't hard," she complained.

"Use your imagination."

She leaned down and engulfed his flaccid penis, sucking it to tumescence
as her hands wandered over his belly and chest.

"That should do it," she eventually said and straddled him.

She eased his member into her and sat on him fully.  "It feels so good!"
she exclaimed.

Jason nodded in agreement.  He fondled her soft thighs and feasted on
the vision of loveliness atop him.  He knew he would not come soon,
although the sensation on his penis was delightful.

"Do you rub yourself much?" he asked.

"Rub myself?"

"Masturbate."

"Oh, that!  Not too often.  Not as much as I did before meeting Mickey."

"When did you start?"

"I think I was ten or eleven."

"Do it now while I'm sticking into you."

"You want to watch?"

"Yeah, but don't fake an orgasm."

"I don't have to fake _that_, Jason!"

She began to move back and forth on his penis and to rub herself with
fingers at either side of her clitoral hood.  He raised a hand to cup a
breast.  They stared at each other.  After a minute her breathing became
heavier.  A sudden quiver shook her body.

"A small one," she explained, smiling at him then closing her eyes.

Her fingers became busier as she rode him more quickly.  He observed her
face record the approach of a more substantial orgasm.  She grimaced,
arched her back and gasped a cry.  Then she fell forward on to him still
shivering.  He gripped her hips and started to probe her with long,
rapid strokes.  She sucked his neck, mewling all the while.

"Oh, god!" he cried.

"Not yet!" she responded.  "Please!"

He continued pounding her and sought to busy his mind with calculus
problems, but to no avail.  He could not hold off.  Then she screamed
into his ear allowing him to indulge freely in spewing while holding her
tightly in his arms.

After a moment they calmed down.  She lay half atop him, his semen
oozing from her onto his lower thigh.

"God!  That was awesome, Jason."

"Yeah.  But more awesome is the fact that we'll be doing this every day
for the rest of the Summer."

She kissed his lips.  "It would be even better if we became romantically
involved.  What do you think about that?"

"Maybe.  But we've just met.  We're still strangers."

They both laughed.