Another New York Story: Mel Ch. 05

For once, the apartment actually felt pretty cool. Kicking off her shoes in the hallway, Mel retreated to the kitchen/living room to grab the bread and butter from the fridge. Her heart almost skipped a beat when she realized what she thought was a pile of blankets on the couch was actually Michael, asleep.  

What happened here? Mel had a sneaking suspicion. Probably something to do with

Michael eating Asuka's food without her permission that morning. Too bad.  

Cracking the fridge door, Mel got what she needed, and was turning to leave when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was Michael, sitting up on the couch, his eyes glinting in the dark. Mel could see he was fully clothed.   

"Hey," he whispered, "I'm awake, you don't have to be so quiet."

"Okay." 

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"How was your day?"

"Good." "Asuka said I had to sleep on the couch."

"Because you ate her food?"

"You ate it too."

Good point. "Well--"

"But, no. It was actually something else." 

"Oh."

"It's no big deal. Or, I don't know."

Mel's stomach growled--or so she thought, initially, before realizing it had actually been Michael this time around.  

"Are you hungry?"

"Yea."

"You can have some of my bread. And butter." Mel held up the aforementioned articles to better articulate to Michael exactly what she meant.  

"Actually, yea, please. If you don't mind. I haven't eaten since the pancakes." 

"Cool."

"Can we, like, go somewhere else, so we don't have to whisper?"

"We can eat in the bathroom."

"Cool."

"I'm kidding."

"Oh. Haha."

"Let's go to my room."

"Cool."

Back in her room, Mel kicked the pile of dirty clothes under her bed as casually as she could while Michael stood by the door looking hesitant, like he was unsure what to do with himself.  

"Sit. Please. I don't bite." Mel said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Pulling out a slice, setting the bag down next to her, Mel unwrapped the top of the butter, using the stick to smear the salty goodness directly onto the bread, leaving behind a thin layer. She took a bite, not as stale as she had expected. Michael joined her, taking some bread himself, utilizing the stick of butter in like fashion. They ate in silence.  

Mel looked at him again. Something was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She thought she remembered Michael as being goofy, not stoic like he was, sitting there, the moonlight streaming in through the window in a shaft of white. Maybe that was it, the mood was different. More romantic. Everyone looks beautiful in the moonlight. The way it played off Michael's hair, turning his thick curls a silvery gray. Mel fought the urge to pinch a bit of the stuff between her fingers, twist it around, feel its texture.  

She was still a little turned on, she had to admit. The purple vibrator called to her from the dresser, begging her to break it out and finish the job once and for all. But, Mel was enjoying Michael's company. She liked how comfortable she felt with him, just sitting there, not talking, the both of them simply eating a bit of bread before bed, just existing for one small moment.  

When Michael finished his second piece he got up and started walking around the room, inspecting and questioning Mel about the posters she had put up, and the polaroids she had tacked onto the door.  

Mel wiped the crumbs from the corners of her mouth and stretched out onto the bed, feeling a bit like a well-fed cat settling in for a good nap. She answered Michael's questions with her eyes closed, her head resting on an outstretched arm.  

She felt as Michael settled back down onto the bed.  

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What?" Mel said, opening her eyes.

"It's kind of a big question."

Uh-oh.  

"Do you... Do you think Asuka's a good person?"

Mel hadn't expected that. It was a big question, one she didn't feel especially equipped to answer at the moment. But, for some reason she felt compelled to help this man she barely knew. It was like some unseen force was acting upon her, pulling her toward him slowly, like two magnets on a flat surface that had been pushed too close together--it was only a matter of time.  

"I don't know," she said, sitting up. "I don't know what that means." 

"It means, like, is she good. You know, like--"

"Yes, but what does that mean? Like, does being good mean you only ever do good? Good people do bad sometimes. And bad people do good sometimes. Right?"

"I guess I'm asking if her good outweighs her bad?"

Mel thought about this. "I don't know. But, I think the fact that you're asking me that question--"

"Yea--"

"Maybe that means something."

"I'm not really good at this. I've never really dated before."

"Well, Asuka's probably not a good place to start, to be honest."

"I'm kind of realizing that."

"Are you guys still together?"

"Yea."

"Cool."

Honestly, she felt bad for him. Asuka didn't deserve him, Mel thought. He was so sweet while she was so... something else. Without thinking, Mel said:  

"I want to help you. And, like, I like you. But, also, can you, like, go? I have to, um, cum and, like, go to sleep."

He blinked at her. Mel said it like she'd been half in a dream. She couldn't tell if what she said had actually happened, or if she had imagined it. The look on his face... she'd definitely said it. That's for sure.  

"Oh. Yea. Sure. Sorry." Michael said, standing up a little too quickly. "I'll go." He seemed disappointed. Deflated, almost. Mel felt bad for him.

His hand was on the doorknob when she called out to him, having just been able to wrestle off the grey shorts Dylan had given her by the time he reached the door, revealing her shaved little pussy, and thick, milky thighs. She could see his eyes grow wide at the sight of her, exciting her. Wrenching off her top and throwing it to the ground, Mel reclined onto the bed--the moonlight glinting off her white skin, turning the peaks and valleys of her curvy body into something like a snowy mountain range of flesh.  

"Since you didn't see anything this morning, like you said, I thought I might show you."

"Yea?"

"Yea," Mel said, twisting one of her nipples between her fingers, sending a shock down her belly. "You mind getting the vibrator from my drawer? It's in the top one." 

There was no turning back now. Asuka didn't deserve him, that's what Mel decided. It wasn't that she was trying to steal him from her, she just wanted to reward him for obviously trying so hard, with the added bonus of scratching her "itch" at the same time. A win win.  

Michael seemed to gather himself for a moment, before walking over to the dresser, returning to the bed with Mel's purple vibrator in hand. He held it out for her to take, but Mel made no move.

"Do you want this?" Michael said.

"Turn it on."

Michael held down the button on the side of the vibrator, turning it on to its lowest setting.  

"Put it here."

Mel reached out a delicate hand to guide Michael down to her vagina, placing the point of the vibrator directly on her clit.  

Ugh. Fuck.  

Immediately, the sensation of it, like fireworks from her pelvis up to her nipples, the sensation crescendoing and falling back down all the way to her delicate little toes, flexing in ecstasy.  

Pressing the button again, the vibrator kicked into high gear. Mel could feel how wet she already was. She realized she didn't need the foreplay, she just needed Michael's cock in her that instant.  

"Fuck me."

"Okay."

Michael pulled down his pants, she could see his cock already erect. Mounting Mel missionary style, he slipped into her with ease, her tight pussy gripping his cock gently, accepting him, giving into the pressure of his body, relaxing her muscles so that he could fuck her deeply and smoothly. He had a big cock, much bigger than Dylan's, but still nothing like Isabel's. Her's was liable to rip her open. Michael's dick was just right, however--perfect, honestly, for what she needed then. Michael fucked her softly and slowly, maybe a little self-consciously. It was not the hardcore fucking she'd anticipated, that she'd been dreaming about, it was gentle, warm--loving, almost. She felt taken care of. Really and truly.  

She reached up to stroke his face. It was all screwed up from pleasure. His dick, sliding in and out of her wet pussy. It was beautiful, sensual, but quickly becoming not enough. Mel needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked hard.  

She slapped him lightly, testing the waters. He didn't say anything, only fucked her a little deeper, a little faster. She reached out a hand, her small palm not quite able to fit around his thick neck, only able to choke him a little--watch as his face turned red. He picked up the pace a little more. He was fucking her deep. She could feel his pelvis thumping rhythmically against the meat of her thighs, his balls slapping her ass cheeks.  

She felt a spark, the fire burning, roaring, growing, into a massive flame, unlike any flame before it. Mel cupped a hand around her mouth to stop herself from screaming out in pleasure. She bit the meat of her hand, trying to keep herself quiet. Michael was grunting quietly with every thrust.  

"Shh." Mel put a finger up to his mouth. "You're... gonna... wake... Asuka."

Michael shut up, making up for it by fucking Mel harder than before. She could feel him as he shivered and quaked inside of her. Mel pulled her legs up, hooking them over Michael's shoulders. He pushed them forward, so that her feet were up by her ears. Mel turned the vibrator up to the highest setting.  

They both came at the same time, like something out of a movie. Mel had never done that before. It was beautiful. For her, it was easily the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. She just shook and shook. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Michael let out a guttural sigh, ejaculating deep into her pussy. She could feel the creamy liquid pooling inside her.

Michael pulled out, his quickly deflating dick soaked with bodily juices.  

"Oh my God," he said, plopping back down on the bed, "that was amazing."

It was amazing. Mel felt wonderfully at peace. All warm inside, his cum slowly oozing from her and onto the bed sheets. She'd have to clean them tomorrow, and maybe do some laundry, and go to the store. Mel rolled over onto her side, facing toward the door. She rested her feet on Michael's naked lap.  

"You were so wet."

"Yea."

"Like, so, so, wet."

"That happens with me," Mel yawned.

"I'm just in shock, kind of."

Mel laughed. He really was cute, if a little foolish. She liked him. She likes guys who couldn't help but be honest, like him. She used her toes to play lightly with his limp penis.  

"You should probably go. We don't want to--"

"Yea, probably not. This was fun."

"I make no promises for the future. But, yes, it was fun." Mel said, as she watched Michael stand, pulling his pants up to tie them. "Kiss me?"

"What? Kiss you? Really?"

"What's so crazy about that?" 

"I don't know. Nothing."

"Okay."

"Okay, then I will."

Bending over, Michael gave Mel a peck on the lips, standing up straight again, but not leaving. He leaned over again, this time pressing his lips to hers more forcefully, with just a hint of tongue. When he pulled away again, Mel didn't want to see him go, but felt she couldn't risk her roommate's wrath--Michael was her boyfriend after all.  

But, Mel thought, as she watched him shut the door behind him, that she liked Michael, maybe more than she liked anyone else. He was on her side, she could tell--she only wished he had a bit more of a spine. Maybe she could help him. Maybe they could help each other?

Naked, laying in bed, Mel turned over onto her belly, her eyelids growing heavy. The day had been exhausting, but finally she'd been fucked--and it had been beautiful, sensual even. Things were looking up, there could be no doubt about it. She only wondered what Asuka would think. But, then again, Mel didn't care. She was too sleepy to care. That was a problem for another day. For now, all she could do was rest.

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Thank you so much for reading! This was my first novella and it was so much fun to write. I'm already working on the second installment following Michael's perspective so stick around for more. Thanks again :) -- Zooey