Melanie moved next to me last year.  She came with her parents and attends Southeast High, this is her senior year, I think.  The moment I saw her I fell in love with her.  She was so young, so sweet, an angel.  I watched her every chance I got: going to school, leaving on Friday nights with friends, throwing out the trash.  She would sunbathe during the summer in her backyard.  Since we have a short, chain-link fence separating our yards I could see her very easily.
She would lay on her back, completely nude, her creamy white skin gleaming with suntan oil as the sun caressed her just as I longed to.  I took pictures of her.  I used my computer to blow up one picture of her lying stretched out on her lawn chair, naked and lithe like a young goddess.  I pinned it to the ceiling over my bed and would just lay there at night, staring up at her, adoring her.  I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt.  Then finally, one night, I got my wish...
 

It was raining really hard that night, thunder roared, and lightning lit up the pitch black sky.
During thunderstorms I unplug my computer and my VCR, so I was just reading the latest Margaret Weis book when the doorbell rang.

Since it was almost ten at night, I was rather apprehensive as I approached the front door.
I peeked out the front window, and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Melanie there, drenched to the bone, the curves of her young body tantalizing me.

My fingers shook as I turned the door bolt and opened the front door.

"Hi," smiled Melanie through the screen door, while I tried not to stare at her pert nipples that pressed against her thin, wet, pink blouse.  "The power went out at my house and my parents are out of town on business.  Can I stay here until the lights come back on?"

"Uh...sure," I stammered, pushing open the screen door for her.  Melanie walked past me, shaking water from her long, dark blonde hair.  The water splashed over me, and I nearly fainted with bliss.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, I just don't like to be alone in the dark," grinned Melanie, her eyes taking in my simple furnishings and the framed posters of Witchblade and Caitlin Fairchild that I had hung in the living room.

"Uh..would you like a soda or something?" I asked politely, my heart thumping.

"Do you have any Dr. Pepper?"

"Yeah!  That's my favorite!" I smiled, walking quickly to the kitchen to hide my blushing face.

When I turned, Melanie was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, water sliding down her face and legs, her chest rising and falling hypnotically, her white skirt plastered to the insides of her thighs.  I imagined her lifting that white skirt, showing her tender, young pussy to me.  She would tug down the right shoulder of her pink blouse, revealing her ripe right breast, the nipple pink and erect.

I blinked, dispelling the mental picture.  I handed Melanie her can of Dr. Pepper, then took a long drink from my own can.

"Can I use your bathroom?  I'd like to towel off," said Melanie, staring at me with her bright green eyes.

"Yeah," I nodded, swallowing.

Melanie left the kitchen, soda can dangling from her left hand, her hips swaying seductively while she passed through the living room into the short hallway that led off into the bathroom, the second bedroom, and the room where I kept my treadmill and some boxes of books.

Remembering the full-length poster of Melanie that I had in my bedroom, I quickly closed the door before taking a seat on the couch next to the north wall of the living room.

Melanie returned, drinking her soda, her hair dryer but still damp from the rain.  She sat next to me on the couch, folding her slender, smooth legs beneath her skirt.

"I wonder why your house still has power?" mused Melanie, looking at me, her eyes drawing me in.

"Um..maybe your house is on a different grid," I offered, fighting the urge to stroke her damp blonde hair, the scent of her body filling my nose.

"You seem nervous," observed Melanie curiously.

"I..don't entertain much," I answered lamely.

"I noticed.  You never have people over.  You just stay here all by yourself on weekends.  Aren't you lonely?"

"Uh, no.  I surf the Net a lot, and I watch videos and read books."

"You don't have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I never found a girl who was interested in me," I admitted, lowering my face, my skin hot.

"You seem like a nice guy."

"Thanks," I grinned, happy from her praise.

"I've had a lot of boyfriends, but they just want to fuck me, then they act like I don't exist," said Melanie with a frown.

"They're fools," I replied, feeling protective.

"Thanks.  Oh!  I completely forgot to ask what your name is!" giggled Melanie.  "My name's Melanie."

"Philip," I answered, pleased that she wanted to know my name.

"Pleased to meet you!" smiled Melanie, offering me her right hand.

I took her small palm, squeezing it gently.  Melanie's flesh was warm and soft, just as I had always imagined it would be.  I reluctantly let go of her hand, my eyes flicking over her sensual legs before I quickly looked away.

"Can I see your room?" asked Melanie.  "I bet you've got some neat books and videos."

"Uh, it's kind of a mess," I replied, thinking quickly.

"That's okay!  My room's a disaster area!" laughed Melanie, hopping off the couch and moving toward my closed bedroom door.

"Let's see if there's something good on TV!" I gasped out, frantic to keep her out of my bedroom.

"I want to see your room," said Melanie stubbornly, opening the door and walking inside.

I felt like dying right there.  My heart pounded so hard I thought it would explode out of my chest.  My stomach felt like it was filled with acid, and I really had to go to the bathroom.  I followed Melanie into my bedroom, dreading what she would do when she saw the poster of her naked body pinned over my small bed.

Melanie didn't see it at first, she was looking at the posters of Sarah Michelle Gellar and Caitlin Fairchild that I had pinned to my bedroom walls.  She smiled at the dolls of Fairchild and Akira Endou that I had on my computer desk.  Then, inexorably, her green eyes rose, and she saw the full-length poster of herself stretched out on a lawn chair, sunbathing naked.

I closed my eyes, expecting a slap on the face or an ear-blistering verbal assault.

"You took that picture?" asked Melanie softly.

"Yes," I admitted, knowing I was doomed.

"Did you post it on the Internet or anything?"

"No, I made it for me.  I'm sorry!  I'll take it down and destroy it right now!  I swear!"

"Why'd you do it?" asked Melanie, turning to regard me.

"I....," my throat contracted, I could barely breathe, let alone speak.

"Yes?"

"I love you, Melanie.  I loved you ever since you moved next to me.  I wanted to make love to you, so I made that picture and pretended that I did."  I told her everything, there was no point in holding back.

"Philip," sighed Melanie, drawing close to me.

I looked up from the floor, staring into her wonderful green eyes.  She smiled at me, reached forward to stroke my face.

"You can make love to me if you want."

I thought I was dreaming again.  I couldn't believe what she just said!

Melanie grinned, amused with my expression of shock.  She turned her back to me and leaned forward on my twin bed, raising her white skirt, then pulling down her white cotton panties.

"Go for it," offered Melanie, turning her head and winking at me.

My mouth was suddenly very dry.  Melanie was on my bed!  Offering me her pussy!  I knelt in front of Melanie's gorgeous ass, tentatively extended my hands to caress her creamy white buttocks.

"That feels nice," purred Melanie, wiggling her hips playfully.

Unable to resist, I plunged my face into her ass, licking her sweet cunt.  Melanie groaned, rubbing her ass over my face as I licked and sucked on her warm slit.  I stretched out my tongue and ran it up her cunt, tasting her sex, it was so warm and soft, like the flesh of a delicious fruit.  I rubbed my cheeks against her silky buttocks, lapping at her pussy, licking her clit softly just like I had read in one of my sex books.

Melanie moaned deeply, which made me even more horny.  She pushed her ass against my mouth, urging me to continue tonguing her.  I obeyed eagerly, licking her labia, then sticking my tongue into her narrow vagina.  Melanie groaned again, her vagina becoming wet, her juices a sweet wine that I couldn't get enough of.  I squeezed Melanie's ass as I sucked on her pussy, kneaded the warm flesh with my fingers.  Melanie started bucking across my face, moaning louder and louder, crying out as she orgasmed.  A flood of honey poured from her twitching vagina.  I drank all that I could, her juices covering my cheeks and mouth.

I wiped Melanie's cunt juice from my face with the back of my hand as she rolled over onto her back, facing me with a wanton smile, opening her legs for me.

"You want some more?" teased Melanie.

"Could you..could you suck my cock?" I asked shyly, not able to look at her.

"Sure.  Come over here."

I walked closer to Melanie.  She sat up on the bed, unbuckling my jeans with her deft hands.  She lowered my shorts, enfolding my stiff cock with her right hand.

"You're nice and hard," grinned Melanie, looking up at me.

I smiled back at Melanie, I loved her more than anything at that moment.

Melanie leaned forward, placing her lips over the head of my aching prick.  She slowly sucked on the tip, I nearly shot my load in her face right there.  Melanie took more and more of my cock into her mouth, her lips caressing every shuddering inch of it.  I groaned sharply, my legs felt weak, I could barely keep on my feet as Melanie sucked me off, her mouth warm and sultry, her small hands squeezing the base of my shaft, then switching to my balls.

I pumped my crotch against Melanie's beautiful, young face, her mouth devouring my meat, until I could barely restrain from cumming inside her tight throat.

I pulled away from Melanie, panting for breath, my cock shivering with the need to release
its load of cream.

Melanie raised up her right leg onto the bed, held her thighs apart while she fingered her glistening cunt, her labia petals wet with her nectar as her right index finger slid up and over her clitoris.

"Fuck me, Philip," ordered Melanie, her green eyes aflame with lust.

I approached the bed and lowered my body over Melanie's.  Her body was firm and warm, I felt every wonderful curve, the swell of her mature breasts.  I pulled off Melanie's pink blouse so I could fondle her glorious tits, fill my hands with her luscious melons.  I kissed Melanie, felt her breath enter my mouth, her tongue slipping past my lips to massage my tongue.  I wanted Melanie so much at that moment, I wanted her to keep kissing me forever!  I moved my hands from Melanie's tits to the base of her spine, I hugged her waist tightly as I slowly pushed my quivering prick into her young pussy.  Melanie's vagina clasped my cock firmly, her cunt squeezed my shaft as I began humping between her legs, my mouth still locked with hers.  We both moaned, our bodies sliding together, her hands slipping underneath my t-shirt to stroke my stomach and chest.

I parted from Melanie's sweet lips.  I kissed the side of her neck, her dark blonde hair covering my nose, the scent of her sweaty hair driving me wild with arousal.  Melanie moaned, gently scratching my chest, her pelvis thrusting against mine.  I licked across Melanie's throat, then kissed her again, desperate to taste her mouth.  Melanie wrapped her slim arms around my neck, her tongue caressing mine as we thrust against each other, my throbbing cock filling her cunt, slithering back and forth within her clenching vagina.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.  I orgasmed with a moan, releasing my cum into Melanie's belly.  She shuddered beneath me, gasping loudly while I licked her left cheek.  I kept shoving into Melanie's pussy until her vagina had squeezed every drop of semen from my member.  I rolled off of Melanie, resting next to her left arm, running my left hand over her sweat-slick stomach.  She took hold of my cock, stroked it gently, her hand gentle and soft.

"Was this as good as your dreams?" asked Melanie, her face turning to look into mine.

"This was the only moment in my life when reality was better than my dreams," I smiled, kissing Melanie's left shoulder.  "Thank you."

"It's a long night.  I don't think the power will be back up until morning," grinned Melanie
mischievously.

"I think you're right," I smiled, cupping Melanie's firm left breast.

Melanie undressed me, then straddled my crotch, rubbing her moist cunt over my flaccid cock, caressing it back to life.  I laid back on my pillow, my hands resting on her curved hips, her skin hot against my fingers.

"I love you, Melanie," I said, staring up into her fiery green eyes.

Melanie smiled, lowering her face, strands of blonde hair falling across her right eye and cheek.  Melanie's breasts gleamed with perspiration, they hung before me, tempting me to taste them.

We didn't say anything more that rainy night, we let our bodies do the talking for us.
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