Another New York Story: Mel Ch. 01

Mel took a look at herself in the mirror, tracing the outline of her naked figure, all five-foot-two-inches of it, from the top of her head, down past her lightly freckled shoulders, to her perky, round breasts, down to where her stomach pinched in before widening out again at the waist, to her hips, and her legs (thicker than you'd think for someone her size), all the way to where her thin ankles were, and, finally, her delicate feet. She smiled. Finally, she thought, all that work in the gym was starting to pay off. She was starting to become the woman she'd always dreamed of, with the body to match. She was slight, but not thin. Strong, but not muscular. She felt dainty and small, but also, at the same time, like she could put up a fight if ever necessary.

Mel hoped it never came to that. It was something she thought about a lot, late at night, when she couldn't sleep. Another harsh reality of life in the city. But, she'd already considered all that before she decided to move. Besides, there was no use in worrying about it. She could defend herself. She might be small, but she was mighty.

Mel raised her hands to run them through her silky brown hair, letting the individual strands fall one by one back onto her shoulders. She turned to see her back dimples, and her butt: firm and strong, with her favorite mole on the right cheek. She looked to where her hair stopped just past her shoulders. She sighed. She missed when it had been so long it would graze the top of her butt. She used to get so many compliments about its shine and soft texture. But, she thought, this was easier, and more fashionable too.

Mel had always been a girly girl. Growing up, she played exclusively with Barbies, and had dressed up as a princess for nearly every Halloween. Her favorite color was still pink, and she hadn't hesitated to join her highschool cheer squad, and the drama club, which wasn't particularly girly, until you considered the fact that she only joined in hopes of getting to kiss boys for school credit.

Mel rested her arms on top of her head to inspect her armpits. Bare and smooth. Just how she liked them. The new body butter she had used that morning had made them incredibly soft. They smelled like coconut. Mel loved the feeling of being totally clean shaven. It felt sexy. Like an invitation almost, to all the men out there looking for a girl who takes care of herself, is generally clean, and who isn't afraid to show it, like a perfectly preened bird, healthy and ready to be mated.

In college, Mel had experimented with body hair, but she hadn't ended up liking it. After only a week of letting it all grow out, she felt compelled to shave her legs. She didn't like how prickly it felt. Her armpits had lasted a little while longer than that, maybe a month. Her bush, however, she kept for some time. It made her feel sexy in a different way. Natural. Primal, maybe. Like how people were before all this powdering and plucking and looksmaxing. Having hair down there made her feel like a woman, not a girl. Maybe that's why she had started shaving again eventually, she was trying to hold on to the last bit of girlhood, before she would have to make the inevitable leap toward becoming an adult woman. The thought frightened her.

In the mirror, Mel looked down at her shaved pussy. She loved it. Her vagina was, perhaps, her favorite feature. She had always thought of herself as being blessed with perfect lips that were tightly tucked, but which swelled wonderfully when aroused. Looking at herself from the front she couldn't even tell she had anything down there. It just looked like smooth white skin and then, maybe, a little indent where her legs met at the middle.

She wondered how something so innocent looking could be the cause of so much chaos.

Mel felt a warmth, and moisture. She reached down to feel herself, using her index and middle fingers to spread open her vagina, exposing her red vulva. She used the index finger of her other hand to flick lightly at her clit.

Fuck. She was horny.

Mel was the horniest person she knew. In bed she was insatiable. It didn't really matter how many times Mel orgasmed, she could always go for more. She'd felt like she was practically built to be fucked. Even when she lost her virginity, back in highschool, late one night at a friend's party, upstairs, in what must've been her friend's parents' bed, there had been no blood, and the boy (though inept and fumbling) had been able to fuck her hard and deep, probably like he'd always dreamed of, like those people he watched in those ridiculous porn videos where the woman whimpers in pretend pleasure before cumming way too hard and loudly.

Mel sighed. She felt distracted, and like she was starting to dry up. She switched over to rubbing her pussy. Maybe a change of pace would do the trick?

She heard the sound of someone opening a cupboard in the kitchen and the click of the stovetop as it started up. Someone else was up. Probably her roommate, Asuka, or Asuka's boyfriend(?) Michael, who had been living with them for a little over a week now, about half the total time he and Asuka had been together.

That was so typical of her. Asuka was always rushing into things. But, Michael seemed nice enough, maybe even better than the rest had been, but it was the principle of the thing. If she was going to have a constant rotation of boys coming and going every few months, she might as well get them to help with the rent, or utility bill, that is, if they were going to be using our shower and kitchen and everything.

Mel had thought to talk to her about it for a while. But, then again, she thought, maybe she was just being petty. It had been hard for Mel to meet new guys in the city, but not for Asuka, even though Mel thought she was the more conventionally attractive one, since Asuka was tall and lean, and had her black hair cut short in an androgynous style, made to look even more boyish by her nearly flat chest. But, she worked it, there was no question. She would wear these long shorts with oversized t-shirts, or sometimes a long sleeve men's button down with blue jeans. She didn't care about being beautiful. And, Mel had to admit, it looked good on her, the whole androgynous thing. Boys flocked to her like crazy. Mel thought it was strange how all these supposedly straight boys were going for someone who was actively trying to look more like a boy.

She'd bring home girls sometimes too. It didn't seem to matter to her all that much one way or the other, she seemed to like them both about the same.

Mel felt her forehead with the back of her hand. She was sweating a little. She suddenly realized just how hot it was in the room, the air was stagnant and heavy. She'd almost become desensitized to it. They had an A. C. unit in the living room, maybe she should turn it on.

Mel thought back to that time the previous summer, right after they moved into the city, in the middle of another heat wave, and before they had the A. C. unit, when Asuka and Mel had come back to the apartment after a night out at the bars, stumbling into Mel's room together, arm in arm, laughing wildly, drunk out of their minds. They flopped down onto the bed. The heat was almost unbearable. They tried to open up all the windows in the apartment to create a draft but with little success. Mel's room was the only place with any kind of ventilation, thanks to the window directly above her bed. Even though it opened up to a brick wall, there was still enough space between the roofs of the two buildings for a breeze to be brought in. Still, Mel could feel the beads of sweat dripping down her neck and stomach, and also down her back to where it was pooling just beneath her ass cheeks.

Asuka was the one who initiated things. She was the first to strip off her clothes, smiling, blaming it on the heat. She stretched back onto the bed. Mel could see a strip of black hair between her legs. She reached out to where Mel lay next to her, placing her palm on Mel's stomach. She rubbed it in concentric circles.

Suddenly, Asuka was on top of her, shoving her tongue down Mel's throat, breathing hot breath onto her face. Asuka slipped her hand under Mel's skirt and, pulling her panties aside, inserted two fingers into her. Mel was practically gushing, she thought she must be ruining the sheets with it. Her shirt would not come off, it was sticking to her sweaty body, and, besides that, she could hardly focus, not while simultaneously riding the waves of pleasure from Asuka's fingers as they moved rhythmically in and out of her.

Mel finally succeeded in wrenching off her top, and had just unhooked her bra, when Asuka laid down flat on the bed, a little further down, so that she could lift Mel's skirt up over her head, hiding her from Mel's view. Mel felt as Asuka licked her lips, slowly making her way down to where her hole was, to insert her tongue there, her face pressed up hard against her. Asuka's nose rubbed against Mel's clit as she scraped her tongue in and out of her pussy, sending a shock of pleasure up her belly. She was hitting all her right spots at the right time, keeping the sensation, building it up, like she was nursing a flame.

Asuka's face was soaked, Mel could feel it.

The flame in Mel's belly was growing with each stroke of Asuka's tongue. Before she knew it, she was cumming. Her whole body shook from it. Asuka sat up. She used her forearms to wipe the wet from off her face. Asuka pulled Mel towards her, lifting up one of her legs in the process, hooking it over one of her shoulders, she began grinding against Mel, their clits rubbing against one another.

Mel moaned. Asuka slapped her, which made Mel moan more. No one had ever slapped her before. It had only made her wetter. Mel's hair was now drenched and sticking to her face. Asuka reached down and cupped Mel's neck, applying a bit of pressure. Mel could feel the blood as it built up in her head, cut off from the rest of her body. So bad it was good. Pain with pleasure. Asuka let go, slapping Mel again for good measure.

Mel came again. So did Asuka.

Asuka fell over onto the bed. They were both breathing hard. She reached over to Mel to cup one of her breasts, pulling lightly at the nipple. Mel was drenched in sweat. She felt calm, and like she could sleep forever.

Mel was touching herself to the thought of Asuka naked in bed, when she realized she was not alone. Michael had appeared in the now open doorway, in only boxers and a white t-shirt, holding a plate of pancakes in his hand, his mouth agape. Mel yelped and fell back onto her bed, trying to stretch her small hands to cover, somehow, the entirety of her naked body. She could feel each part of her body expose itself the more she tried to hide, as one hand went down to cover her crotch, the other tried unsuccessfully to hide both of her nipples at the same time, and still so much of her was in plain sight.

Unfortunately, as Mel turned and leapt onto the bed (while her hands were occupied with trying to hide her shame), she fell forward with her butt in the air, flashing Michael her little pink butthole.

Michael looked away. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."

"What are you doing?" Mel said as she finally succeeded in covering herself with her comforter.

"I made pancakes," said Michael, still looking down. Mel could see he had a boner. His boxers looked like a pitched tent.

"Get out!" Mel cried.

"Right," Michal said, shutting the door behind him.

Alone again, Mel let out a groan. She reached down to feel herself, surprised to find she was still wet, even after the embarrassment of having been seen.

She looked at the clock. She wouldn't have time to finish herself off before she needed to leave to meet Isabel in Central Park. And she needed something to eat before. She realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous morning.

Mel felt a breeze. Through the open window above her bed, she could hear the sounds of birds singing and children playing. She wondered how she was going to explain this to Asuka.