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I guess that’s a given though, becoming an actor is the best way to meet women, because drama is a girly thing. But I did like girls, despite my hobby. But I never had anything more than friendship from them, especially the more attractive ones. I suppose that was because of the fact that I was short, slightly fat and a lot younger than most of the girls there. And it always pained me that the girl I liked at any given time was out blowing some other arsehole rather than being with me. Then there was Melanie. I had been in love with a girl called Lucy for about two years. She was fairly short, slim and absolutely gorgeous. She was exactly like me, she was introverted and geeky and enjoyed all the things I liked. But unlike me, she was always in relationships and never saw anything in me. No matter how many times my brother told me it was pointless to go after her, I didn’t listen. Eventually, I told her how I felt, and let’s just say ‘she didn’t feel the same way’. She then refused to talk to me for around two months. It was only at a party after those two months that we exchanged words. Two words to be exact. Pathetic. It was also at that party that I drank WAY too much and ended up almost puking in the garden of one of my friend’s house. That’s when Melanie came out. She was about a foot shorter than me, had sandy blonde hair, round full lips and her body was all curves. She came to comfort me when I was feeling sick, and in turn, confessed a lot of stuff to me, like her abusive ex and her depression. We had a connection, much closer than me and Lucy. After that party, we would chat on Facebook and talk about everything that was bothering us. I grew to like her, a lot. But this was one of those times when I knew it wouldn’t work out, she was 18 and I was only 16. I was so hot for her it almost made me cry. My story begins on a rainy friday night in October. It was around 7:30pm, I was doing the usual thing, watching a movie, chatting with friends, planning to masturbate, the usual. That’s when I got a phone call from Melanie. I picked up the phone and she spoke. ‘Hey Archie. Are you busy tonight?’ she said, sounding as if she had been crying. ‘Uh, no. Why do you ask?’ I replied. ‘I just need to see you. Can you come over now?’ she asked. ‘Uh, sure. I’ll be right over.’ I immediately got my coat and shoes on and head out the door for the night, telling my parents I was going over to a friends house for the night and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night. I managed to catch a late bus to where Melanie lived and got to her house by about 8:00pm. I rung the doorbell and after a few moments, Melanie answered. ‘Hi.’ She was sniffling and had bright red eyes. It was now obvious that she had been crying. She was wearing a simple pink nighty and slippers. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked. ‘Not great. Do you want to come in?’ ‘Sure.’ I walked into her home. It was warm and quiet. It felt wrong to be there, I felt out of place. She walked past me and sat on the sofa in the living room, curling up like a cat. I took off my coat and put it on the coat hanger and kicked off my shoes. I joined her in the sofa, keeping my distance, as not to seem as if I was hitting on her. ‘What’s up?’ I asked. ‘I feel so alone right now. Everyone in my life doesn’t care that I exist. I wish I could die right now and save everyone the trouble.’ ‘Don’t feel like that. There are so many people who love and care about you, especially me.’ ‘No there aren’t. I should just die right now. No one loves me.’ ‘I do.’ She turned to me, tears in her eyes. She wiped her nose and spoke, surprised. ‘Really?’ ‘Of course. You’re the only friend I’ve had you actually cared about me. You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You make me feel important and cared for.’ Without warning, she hugged me, tightly, for a long time. I hugged her back, overcome with a warm feeling inside knowing that she likes me. At least enough to want me over to her house. We spent the next few hours talking about the usual stuff. The next hour was spent watching a movie. We were cuddling, her head resting on my chest, my arm resting on her shoulder. It was calm, I was relaxed, I was lucky. It got to a rather sexy scene in the movie, and like I usually do, I got a boner. I knew that if I didn’t do something quick, she would find out. I tried shifting how I sat, trying to push my boner down, but it was no use, I was going to have to deal with it, and hope it goes down. Melanie’s hand then shifted downwards toward my crotch, feeling the bulge in my pants. This didn’t help at all. I was afraid to say something as I might have insulted her. She continued to feel my crotch, stroking the shaft softly. After about five minutes of this, her hand shifted to the top of my trousers and begin to enter them. That’s when I’d had enough. It was too much seeing her break down in front of me, and it went too far expecting me to let her give me a hand job on her sofa. I moved away and pushed her hand back. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t do this,’ I said. ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘I wanted this to mean more. What I mean is…I’m a virgin. I wanted my first time to mean something.’ ‘Oh. I’m sorry. I guess when you said you loved me, you meant something different.’ ‘No! I meant it. I love you. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I want to do it right.’ She sat up straight and looked me right in the eye. ‘Okay then. Let’s do it right,’ She said. She paused the film and shuffled over to me. She lifted her left leg and sat on my lap, facing me. She placed my hands on her hips and placed her arms over my shoulders. She leaned in and pressed her soft lips to mine and kissed me. She kissed me for a long time, stroking the back of my head, pressing her boobs against my chest, whilst I was rubbing the outside of her thighs. After a while, my hands drifted to her arse, I squeezed her soft round butt cheeks. All of this only made my boner grow, pushing up against her pussy. She then pulled away from my face and sat up straight. She then lifted up her pyjama top and took it off, revealing her white bra. Her breasts appeared so much bigger than I first anticipated, pushed up by her bra. She reached around her back slowly and unhooked it. She held the bra over her tits for a while, rubbing them and bouncing them, then finally removed the bra. Her tits were better than I had imagined. There were smooth and symmetrical, perfectly rounded and large, not ridiculously large like a pornstar, but the kind of size that doesn’t look right on a girl that small. Her nipples were perky and round, like little peas. She rubbed them slowly, moving them up and down and left and right. I sat upright and buried my face in her tits, the greatest feeling in the world. They were soft, smooth and warm, like cushions. I kissed her tits lightly as I hugged her, her head resting on top of mine. I reached below her waist to her crotch and touched it lightly, then she pushed away. ‘No. Not yet.’ ‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘Like you said, your first time should be special. So I’ll leave you with something to remember until next time.’ And with that, she pressed her tits up against my chest and grinded on my hard dick. I held onto her for dear life, worried I was going to cum immediately. She was moaning and rubbing against my crotch, where I could feel the crevasse of her pussy lips on my shaft. I grabbed her arse and squeezed tightly, making her moan all the more. I began to feel her pussy moisten and her moans become longer and more powerful. The bumps and grinds of her arse against my dick was too much, she picked up speed and thrusted harder. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard as I came. It felt like it would never end. I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. It was like a volcano had erupted inside my pants. I groaned in pleasure. My cock jerked and shot thick cum against the rim of my trousers, almost soaking through to her juicy pussy. She sighed and leant back, as I sat there as my cum surrounded my dick, sticking to my underwear. She got up and put her shirt back on. ‘Did you like that?’ I was too stunned to speak. ‘Well, I hope you did. I’ll call you tomorrow. You better go.’ As I stood up, she kissed me, reached into my pants and touched my cock, collecting some of my cum. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked her cum covered fingers. I opened the door and stepped out into the driveway. That was the first of many sexual encounters with Melanie. But we’ll get to those later. END OF PART 1