A Friday drive down memory lane

I awoke one morning one day in my past to a set of feminine lips set in a very specific smile. It was a lingering curve of the lips I was not familiar with seeing on Melissa's face. The cheerfulness and impish sparkle I had come to expect, but that only underscored the burn of sexual hunger that it encompassed. That part of it, of her, I was still getting to know.

Until a month prior, she'd been a virgin. She'd had a few encounters of frenzied kissing and clothed petting, but had never felt the need to go any further she related in the course of late night conversations that tripped across subjects and tangents with easy faculty. At one point, perhaps prone to more impulsive behavior after having some drinks at a local bar, I became an encounter of frenzied kissing and clothed petting. The snog sessions continued, erupting spontaneously when we talked, without disrupting the flow of our friendship. The explosions of passion also grew more and more involved, until she decided that she done with refraining any longer and put her maidenhood behind her.

It was like a floodgate had been thrown wide and almost a decade of sexual desire would no longer be ignored. She wanted to be touched. She craved to be devoured. It seemed she was impatient to fill up her senses, her years of being a "good girl", her body, with an erect phallus moving within her. The scope of her intensity still staggers me to this day. She didn't love me. At least not in any romantic light, but I was a good friend in the right time and place. I was safe. She could indulge in her newfound sexuality, being a wanton slut to the extent of her physical limits without fear that I'd think less of her. I think she also exulted in the sensation of being desired, of enflaming my lust to a glassy-eyed, raw need she could surrender to and delight in the orgasms it triggered.

Which, in part, was how I came to be awakening to her sweetly depraved grin in the guest bedroom of her parent's house. Call me naive, but I hadn't foreseen this type of behavior when I agreed on accompanying her on a road-trip to attend a party of one of her friends which also necessitated crashing out at the previously mentioned house before heading homeward.

I remember saying something of sublime wit and gorm along the lines of, "Good morning. Why are you smiling at me like that?" to which she replied like a child gazing upon a mountain of presents that she had something to show me in her room.

Indeed she did; her lithe, naked body.

She kissed me with confidence, pressing herself to me when my hands settled around her hips. Her breathing was immediately ragged, her whimpers insistent. Melissa's hands rapidly divested me of what clothing I had slept in. I lifted her and her legs wrapped around my waist, making me very aware of her breasts firm against my chest, the hot coarseness of her pubic hair. Her eyes were wide and when we kissed, it was hungry and demanding.

Eventually, we broke the kiss and she slithered down my body to apply her lips, teeth, and tongue to highly sensitive areas. I had to lean on one of her bedposts to keep steady. I did mention she was highly enthusiastic, right?

When she finally relented in her lingual attentions, it was only to impale herself on me, falling back on her bed, her legs splayed in the air, fingernails digging into my arse. I didn't need the urging, thrusting into her eagerly. But the bed creaked which could have soured the mood of the visit, so we moved off the bed.

On her hands and knees, arched like cat, I took her on her floor. Her nails tore at the carpet. One of her stuffed animals was clenched between her teeth swallowing her moans and gasps with its cheerfully colored plushie body. I felt her release; the sudden tension in her limbs, the thrashing of her head. I felt the burst of heat flush around me and the rhythmic clenching and release. I recall my own climax roaring through me, locking my muscles, depriving me of the ability to do anything but collapse over her shivering form.

We cleaned up and then had breakfast with her folks as if we hadn't been fucking like feral animals in her childhood bedroom not ten minutes before.