Where We Left Off

As we embraced, Melody's rough hands stayed on my back for longer than I expected before making their way to my ass. When they did, I pulled my head from her chest, wiping my tears and snot on her shirt and smiled up at her approvingly.

Mel was pretty androginus usually. She had B-cups, but barely and all the clothes she wore it was nigh impossible to tell especially since she worked out so much. The only time you could tell was when she did work out or when she went swimming and she tended to wear a sports bra and bikini.

But she also had a seven inch penis which...was always seven inches. She was much more a shower than a grower. It was pretty weird if you ask me, but I also didn't mind. Plus she was very into cars and football, but also liked wearing fancy dresses and was an opera nerd. Her room growing up was pink, but never once owned a single pink article of clothing. She was a very bemusing person and I loved her for it.

"God, I've missed you," I said as her hands slipped beneathe my shorts.

"Yeah? Probably not as much as I've missed you. But...hey, wait...didn't we agree on no clothes around the house?" she asked as she held me at arms length to admire me.

"Yes, but..." before I could present my counter argument, she promptly gave my ass a hard slap, making me yelp. "Hey!"

Melody promptly slid the straps of my tank top off my shoulders and pulled it and my shorts off together. Tossing her jacket on a pile with them she pulled me over to the couch and over her knee where she eagerly spanked me.

After about 25 and my ass was a nice shade of red, she let me up and I eagerly helped her out of her clothes. I was a bit surprised to find a bra. "Since when do you even own bras?"

"A friend in New York got me to start wearing them to help with chaffing," she reported as she plopped back a down and I laid on the couch with my head and arms in her lap.

"Friend, huh?" I questioned.

"Yup. I haven't had sex since I left because every time I tried, I thought of you," she defended.

"Yeah. That's your own damm fault for leaving me. I have had a good...actually, I spent the first year grieving and the second one working. I've not had much sex, but it was guilt free," I retorted.

"Alright. How about a little less conversation and a little more action?" she countered.

I scoffed at the quote. "Yes, Miss Elvis." Licking my lips as I laid eyes on her cock, I promptly started licking it at first, just to get it fully erect before I started sucking.

"Oh, baby Kate, you always did give the best head," she complimented. The thought of giving her a hard time for leaving me again crossed my mind, but I had some hard candy to deal with instead.

The distantly familiar taste of her salty, musky cock and pre cum filled my mouth, sending memories shooting back to me. The day she disappeared, she had dropped me off and before she left, I gave her a blowjob just like this. Then we exchanged goodbyes and "I love you"s and she was off. As far as I was concerned we were simply picking up where we left off.