...ah....ah!"His thrusts became slower, but sharper as the pleasure subsided. Lifting his hips forward, he dangled his softening cock to her mouth, le...tting her lick and suckle him clean.He was too close now; gripping his girl's hair, he tilted her head back and forced his cock all the way down her throat in one hard thrust. Holding her steady between his hands, he fucked in and out of her throat, pushing further, forcing a tiny gag, but she swallowed and he thrust, his cock a hard torpedo of. ”“I really need to get to sleep. Please come to bed with me. Idon’t want to be alone tonight. Please.”“Okay. But I don’t wear night clothes>”“I kind of suspected that. I don’t think I’ll be wearing themtonight myself.”They were sound asleep in James’ bed. About three in the morningMelissa started to get restless. She was tossing and turning.Evidently her mind was replaying all the feelings she had beensubjected to. I wasn't good at it, but no one is their first time right? She was just as patient and encouraging as she had been with asking her out, and kissing, and everything else up to that point. She was almost less like a girlfriend and more like a benevolent guide, sent to save me from my own ineptitude.Chapter 4: PantiesIt was great to have things back to normal: us making out, me ignoring rumors of cheating, her being happy. I was very eager to have sex for the second time in my life, as you can. And I don't like Abi prostituting herself, or your boyfriend, or Ray's obsession with Donna. And I don't like Zoe's nagging streak. But Ray doesn't like my attitude about Donna, and Abi doesn't like my dress sense, and you don't like my temper, and Zoe doesn't like my sex drive or Rhea. But it doesn't affect our friendships. So why do you feel like that?" Sarah crossed her arm and snorted."Because it does," she snapped. "She called me a harlot." Is that really the worst thing you've ever been.