Author's Notes:

'Melody for a Long Weekend' is my contribution to the '50 Ways to Leave Your Lover' event.

It was also meant to be a quick little story to help me cleanse my palette, freshen my mind, and tickle my fancy (Oops! Overshared there a bit). Instead, it's a beefy tome which will have a sequel.

It's a little sexier than my normal fare as well. Be warned! 

Special thanks to norafares and Bebop3 for creating this event.

Big thanks to blackrandl1958 for enduring the ordeal of editing this beast.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Melody for a Long Weekend

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Chapter 1

"What do you mean you're off? Where are you going?" Melody gasped as her husband looked back at her in surprise.

"I told you last week I was joining Gerry and the gang for a golf weekend. I won't be back until Monday night," he said with an annoyed frown.

"But... the long weekend! I had plans for us-"

"You'll just have to reschedule. I gave you a heads up-"

"When?" she blurted.

He sighed as he turned to walk to the front door while speaking over his shoulder. "Wednesday. I told you on Wednesday. Listen, I have to go, or I'll miss my flight."

Today was Friday. He hadn't spoken to her at all on Wednesday, as it had been another day of grunts.

Melody's jaw dropped. Wait! He was flying? He refused to fly anywhere with her. "Where are you going?"

"Scottsdale, Arizona! You really should pay attention when I'm speaking. Then you wouldn't make silly plans that conflict with my calendar."

"I'd like to visit Scottsdale with you," she said softly. She watched his shoulder slump.

He looked back at her. "Some other time. I have to go."

He picked up his suitcase and golf clubs and left the house. She felt herself drifting after him, lost and powerless to stop his escape.

Because that's what this was. She had to be honest with herself. He was running away from her. Eighteen years of marriage, and she'd become something he didn't want to face.

She'd tried to rekindle the spark that brought them together, but every year he grew more distant until he'd built up a wall around himself, and her only contact with him was through the services she provided as a housewife.

Cleaning service for his home. Food services to cook his meals. Laundry service, with ironing! She hated ironing!

Escort service to warm his bed? She was kidding herself on that last one. The man had completely lost interest in sex. She paused for a second as she thought of Scottsdale and what he might be doing there other than playing golf. She immediately dismissed the idea that he was looking for a little sexual excitement. The man no longer got erections. His golf clubs would be the only stiff shaft he'd be holding in his hands this weekend.

She'd spent hours watching him sleep over multiple nights. She'd done her research. Men experienced nocturnal penile tumescence several times a night, but her husband didn't. She'd tried mentioning it to him gently, how she never got to see his morning wood anymore, and he'd given her the dirtiest look.

He hadn't talked to her for days for mentioning it.

The biggest problem was that while his sex drive dried up, hers was racing down the runway for take-off. It took very little to start her engine, but all she was getting these days was frustration.

As her husband loaded his golf clubs and suitcase into the trunk, she looked down at herself. She had an attractive body that she kept in shape with regular visits to the gym. It was tight and pretty firm as she was only thirty-six years old, firmer than anything her forty-year-old husband had shown her lately.

She'd kept her hair long as she liked it that way. Her friends were all going with shorter cuts for their convenience, but she loved the look and feel of her long, mahogany wavy locks. It reached mid-back, and she was keeping it! When she went to the stylist and spa, they had standing orders to leave her hair length alone. She didn't mind their adding bold colors to her nails, which were currently painted a dark chocolate brown to match her eyes.

Her inner circle all said she had beautiful features with soulful eyes. She knew she was no fashion model and took her friend's compliments with a grain of salt, but she accepted that she wasn't unattractive. She certainly received her share of attention at the fitness club, but always turned them down. That was a recipe for disaster, and besides, the men she'd met there were bottom feeders.

She'd envied some of the ladies at the gym for their perfect breasts in their spandex until she saw them in the showers with their ripples and stiffness and realized they were fake. Hers, while not large, were nicely round and high, more than a good handful in a C cup, with minimal sag. She liked to put her girls on display, showing off her cleavage, but her husband showed no interest anymore.

She kept her body toned, though she did have a little softness in her tummy and ass. Her legs weren't heavy or chunky.

All in all, she was a damn nice five-foot-eight, one-hundred-and-thirty-pound package.

Why was she in this situation? Why was she trapped in a loveless and frustratingly sexless marriage with a man who'd become a eunuch, both physically and emotionally?

When he opened the car door, he gave her the briefest of looks before getting in and pulling out of the driveway.

The morning sun had only risen an hour earlier, but its rays warmed her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as his car drove out of sight, and her warmth was gone.

That lost feeling sank in a little deeper.

"Melody?"

She turned her head to see her neighbor standing next to the family station wagon.

"Hi, Jackie," she replied.

Her friend's expression showed her concern. "Is everything all right? You seem a little blue."

Melody forced a smile onto her lips. "No, it's good. Just a little tired."

"Gangway!"

A tall and slim man rushed from the house towards Jackie, who stepped back while rolling her eyes. He put the suitcases down next to the rear door, then looked at his neighbor over the row of low hedges between their driveways. "Hi, Melody!" he called out with a silly grin.

She couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Keith. Getting ready for your annual camping trip?

"Yes! Gotta load the car!" He looked to his wife. "We're on the road in ten minutes!"

Jackie patted his arm with a smirk as he rushed back inside.

"How many years in a row is this now?" Melody asked.

Jackie smiled as she did the math in her head. "This is... trip number ten! The last few have been extra special as we've gone to the same campsite in a theme park upstate. Several other families also get the same campsites, so we meet them every year. It's a lot of fun! The whole family loves it!"

Melody's son was in the army and... never called. He'd picked up his father's self-sufficiency, she supposed. Of course, he'd never been an overly affectionate child—too much energy and too restless to sit still and talk. The army was good for him as he now had an outlet to burn off that energy. She'd wanted more than one child, but her husband vetoed that idea. Frustrated and at her wit's end, she'd stopped taking her birth control without telling him. But with no sex, there'd be no baby. Now, the house felt as empty as her life was becoming.

"There's that sad look again. Are you sure you're all right?" Jackie asked.

"Yes. So, your kids enjoy camping?" she asked to change the subject and saw Jackie's face light up.

"They do! Even my oldest, but this year he's not coming with us," she answered with a frown.

Melody looked at her in question. "Does he not want to go?"

"Oh, he definitely wants to go and is very upset we told him he can't. He got into this fight at school, which earned him a one-day suspension. Because of that, he missed an exam. He's staying home this weekend to study so he can write the make-up exam on Tuesday. Could I ask you to keep an eye on him this weekend to ensure he doesn't bring his friends over to the house?" Jackie explained.

Melody wasn't exactly keen on policing someone else's children, so she just nodded absently. She hadn't paid too much attention to the comings and goings of Jackie's kids. It reminded her too much of how she no longer had one at home. She tried to recall their names. David? Right, it was coming back to her! David was the oldest. Ricky was the middle child, and Suzanne the youngest. Now, if only she could recall their ages.

The two youngest came running out of the house with their luggage held above their heads. Both surprised Melody as she wasn't expecting them to be so tall. All arms and legs. "I'm embarrassed to say they've grown up so much since the last time I saw them!"

Jackie waved it off. "They're all growing like crazy! I think it's something in the water," she grinned. "David is a grown man now. He's eighteen and as tall as his father but wider in the shoulders. Ricky is fourteen and going through a growth spurt, as is Suzie, who's thirteen. But girls mature sooner."

Melody nodded with a smile as she watched the kids tease each other next to the car. They waved to her. Ricky had red hair like his mother, but Suzie was as blond as could be. Melody's heart yearned for a little girl of her own.

She caught the motion of someone else exiting the house, and her eyes widened in surprise. Wearing a tight, plain white t-shirt, red board shorts, and leather sandals, the tall blonde man had muscles that threatened to tear through his shirt. "David?" she gasped.

Jackie smiled proudly at her oldest child as he walked out to join her. She pulled him into a hug, and he wrapped his thick arms around her. "This one has been costing us an absolute fortune for the last two years as he grows out of his clothes so quickly. There's the food bill, too, of course. Football has stolen my small baby boy and replaced him with this big, beefy man!"

"Moooom!" David groaned in embarrassment. He looked over at Melody, giving her a shy smile and a nod.

Melody returned the smile as she took in his powerful muscles. His biceps alone looked like they were the size of her thighs! Were he to flex, she was sure that poor t-shirt would explode! His board shorts were a little baggy for her taste. He was at least six feet and had to weigh in at two hundred and thirty pounds, but it was all hard muscle. He had a strong jaw, piercing blue eyes, and light blonde hair and brows. The hair was short on the sides of his head and only a little longer on top with a series of waves. She spotted a bruise on his chin and one on his cheekbone. Evidence of the fight? She caught herself staring.

Mom wasn't finished with her son. "You're going to behave yourself this weekend. Study-"

"I-I was hoping you'd change your mind about not taking me," he begged.

"You know that's not going to happen. You're writing a make-up exam. You've already lost points, so this test is critical. You'll stay home and study."

"I can bring my books and study on the way there and back-"

"No, end of discussion," Jackie said firmly, holding his eyes.

"Davy just wants to do kissy stuff with Cindy Parsons!" Ricky teased.

"Shut up, twerp!" David snapped as his face and neck flushed red. Jackie had her hands on his chest to prevent him from lunging at his brother, but Melody could tell it wasn't her strength holding him back. His love and respect for his mother were far more powerful. She was at least a foot shorter than her son. He obviously got his height from his dad and the blonde hair. Jackie's hair, tied back in a thick ponytail reaching to mid-back, was as red as a ripe tomato, but nature might have been getting a little assist there.

"Rick," Jackie growled, and the younger boy jumped into the back seat with a final glare at his brother. Suzie waved at Melody once more before following Rick into the car.

Melody watched David struggle to hide his disappointment as his father returned with a final load from the house. The older man glanced at the upset on his son's face as he passed to load the items into the back of the car and close it up. He walked back to press his forehead against his son's as he looked into his eyes. They really were the same height, Melody noted, but David was... much bigger. The father rested his hands on the younger man's broad shoulders and whispered something to him.

David frowned but nodded slightly. Keith smiled and threw an arm around his son's neck in a wrestler's move, pretending to overpower him. Melody caught David's eyes, glancing over to her in embarrassment as he easily broke the hold and gave his father a gentle push towards the driver's door.

Keith tucked his smile away as he looked back at his son. "Follow your mother's advice! You know she's right, and I stand behind all her decisions. Study hard so you'll ace the make-up exam, as you need the points. Don't forget your chores, as well. I left a list on the kitchen counter. And most importantly, no parties this weekend!"

David rolled his eyes. "Dad! I'm not going to have anyone over."

"No girls in the house!" Jackie added, and David's embarrassment grew, his eyes darting to Melody occasionally as she watched the interplay with delight.

"Moooom!" he groaned.

"Loser doesn't have a girlfriend anyway!" Rick yelled out his window.

"I swear I'm gonna pound you into paste!" David growled.

"David! That temper of yours is what got you in this mess in the first place. Rick, you just lost ride privileges in the theme park for day one." When the boy began to whine, she shut him up quick. "You want to lose them for the weekend? If not, apologize to your brother."

Rick begrudgingly apologized, then rolled up his window to sulk.

Melody watched David breathing slowly to calm himself. She was impressed. Jackie walked up to her son and pulled his face down to kiss him on the cheek. "I'm sorry, but you have to do this." He dropped his eyes and nodded to her. Jackie got in the car and waved as Keith skillfully backed the car and the tent trailer out of the driveway. David and Melody waved as they drove off down the road. Once it was gone, they looked at each other.

David broke the gaze first as his face heated up again. "Ha-have a good day," he mumbled quickly and moved back into the house. She watched him go, wishing the shorts were a little tighter so she could observe the powerful muscles in his ass shift as he moved. She broke her gaze with a start as she realized what she was doing. This was Jackie's child!

No, she couldn't use the term child for such a big man. Jackie's son was more appropriate.

Melody walked back into her house, struggling with the impulses rushing through her mind. She had to push the images of David out. She gave herself a shake. He was half her age, and she needed to act her own! She must be experiencing some emotional backlash from the neglect she got from her cold fish of a husband.

Taking a deep breath, she moved into the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes.

Once she finished, she looked around at the neat and tidy room. While she enjoyed the benefits of a clean workspace, she needed more satisfaction than this. Thinking of the chores still waiting for her, she decided they could wait. Instead, she'd sunbathe on the patio.

She went upstairs to her bedroom and looked in the bureau drawer for her swimsuits. She pulled out a one-piece she usually wore and held it up. Pursing her lips in disappointment, she frowned as the suit was about as appealing as a bowl of cold porridge. She needed... more. She needed excitement! She needed to feel sexy and desired!

Back into the drawer went the one-piece, and she dug further back and found what she was after. She'd picked up a two-piece bikini a couple of years ago when she thought they might fly down to Barbados for a vacation, just the two of them. The trip never happened as he'd made excuses. She'd never worn the bikini except for a brief time in the fitting room.

It was dark red with shiny gold ring accents. The bra had minimal padding, so her nipples became apparent when they stiffened, and wearing such a sexy suit made her very excited indeed.

More scandalous were the G-string bottoms, which clung so snugly to her pussy and ass. She was sure the tight pucker of her asshole would be visible behind the string if she bent forward.

She felt so sexy when she wore this, but she knew her husband would turn away in disgust.

She looked at the beautiful swimsuit in her hands. Fuck him!

She quickly undressed and faced her full-length mirror, eyeing her body critically. She lifted her tits, ran her hands over the slight softness of her tummy, then turned to look over her shoulder at her ass. She sighed in relief as, while it wasn't tiny, it didn't look as massive as she imagined it would. She reached back and squeezed the fleshy orbs. There was definitely muscle under that soft layer of fat.

An image of David's big hands squeezing her ass flashed through her mind, and she actually squeaked. She released her grip as a shiver ran down her spine, sending tingling sensations through her nether regions.

She slipped the bikini top on and frowned as it was just a little tighter than she recalled. Had she gotten bigger? Once she had the ties all in place, she looked in the mirror again, and her tits were straining slightly against the triangles of fabric. It wasn't uncomfortable, but not the best fit.

The tugged on the G-string bottoms, and again, the fabric was... clinging more than she expected. The delicious tightness across her ass fired up her excitement, and she began to feel a heat deep in her pussy.

Once more, she confirmed her look in the mirror and smiled to herself. Now this was sexy!

To finish the look, she pulled out a sexy pair of high heels from her closet, the ones she'd bought for this outfit: red leather with a tiny gold buckle, strappy, and tall!

Examining the full ensemble in the mirror, she allowed herself a smile. She felt sexy as hell! Her smile slipped as she realized she had no one to share this with.

Disheartened, she walked downstairs to the living room and poured herself a stiff shot of rum and tossed it back. As it burned on the way down her throat, she shuddered and realized that to enjoy this outfit fully, she should be drinking Piña Coladas.

She brought the rum into the kitchen and found the drink mix bottle on the door of the fridge. Tossing lots of ice into the blender, she generously poured in the mix and rum before sealing it up. The noise was terrible, but after a short time, she had the large pitcher of the frozen drink in hand. This was placed on a serving tray with a tall glass and a straw. Her sunglasses and her steamy romance novel went on next. Finally, she grabbed the suntan lotion and a beach towel from under the bathroom cabinet. She headed outside, carrying the loaded tray.

The sun was higher in the sky and just beginning to touch the lounge chairs. She set the tray on the small table between the chairs and set the towel down across the lounger. She looked out across their gorgeously landscaped backyard. With the tall privacy hedges running along three sides, no one would be spying on her. The patio had additional privacy from a pergola, so she could have been completely naked, showing off all of her skin, lightly tanned courtesy of some random ancestor, and no one would know. That was a little depressing to think about, so she pushed it from her mind.

Their home didn't have a pool like Keith's and Jackie's did, as her husband wouldn't spend money on something he wouldn't use. She did manage to get him to pay for the lovely patio area she was about to enjoy.

Sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, she slipped her shoes off and began to put on her lotion.

Once more, she wished she had someone here to apply the lotion for her. Just like in her raunchy books. Like a rough and ready landscaper or a sexy pool boy! Ooo! The image of David's powerful hands, touching every inch of her body, slipped into her mind, and she flinched with the guilty pleasure it gave her. Still... fuck, that would be hot!

Speaking of hot, it was getting a little toasty, so she poured herself a drink from the jug and sipped at it. She realized she'd added too much rum, but she wasn't planning on finishing the pitcher. Besides, she was alone, so what did it matter?

She stretched out on the lounger, picked up her book, and rested back against the cushion to let her mind travel to a place where the hero was a lusty man who took the heroine passionately.

The backyard was silent except for the small sounds of nature, the distant sounds of the city, and Melody's soft, breathless sighs.

Between the sexy literature and the strong drink, Melody's inhibitions were slipping away. She began to stroke her stiff nipples through the fabric of her bikini as she read. She graduated to gently squeezing and tugging them as her pussy began to drip with her excitement. She took a large mouthful of her drink, then another.

The fingers that had been plucking her nipples now traveled south over the slippery skin on her trembling stomach. They slipped under her bikini bottom to find the treasures hidden beneath. She gasped and threw back her head as she found precisely what she needed. Her fingers stroked across her wet lips and her stiff clit faster and faster. She was making wet squishy noises as her fingers flew across her skin.

Fuck! Fuck! She was so close!

A crashing sound came from behind her, and she bolted upright, yanking her fingers from her pussy.

"Damn it!" a deep voice yelled.

Slightly dizzy from teetering on the precipice of her orgasm, she looked to the tall hedges between the properties. That was David's voice! Had he been watching her? Did he see her rubbing her juicy pussy? Her fingers immediately returned to her wet flesh. Her tingles flared into an intense burst of bliss from the illicit thrill of the idea of David watching her. She gasped as she rocked slowly on the edge of the lounger. It took a few moments for her to recover. More thumps came from the other property.

"David? Everything okay over there?" she called out tentatively when she got her breathing back to normal.

"Oh! S-sorry, Mrs. Dawson! I didn't mean to disturb you. I didn't know you were in your backyard," he blustered apologetically. She couldn't see him over the hedge, but his voice came through clearly.

She grinned to herself. Her little release had been caused by something that hadn't actually happened. All she'd needed was just the idea of it.

"What was that crash sound?" she asked.

"Oh, my idiot brother packed a bunch of pool toys in the garden shed. That caused stuff to fall when I opened the shed door. Sorry for disturbing you. Are you going to be outside for a while? I can wait until you go in before I work on the yard," he called out over the hedge.

She sighed as she didn't want to go in and was actually enjoying their odd conversation. She hadn't realized how lonely she was. Of course, he was an eighteen-year-old boy, so they really didn't have much in common. Better to let him get back to it.

"It's fine. Go ahead with the yard work," she said.

"You sure?"

"Trying to get all your chores done on the first day?" she asked with a grin.

There was a moment of silence, and her grin got wider. She'd hit the nail on the head.

"Uh, yes, I thought I might as well. I'll get started. Thanks!" David answered, slightly defensively.

She heard him wheeling a lawnmower from the shed. The sound moved away as he walked out past the pool area. The engine roared to life, louder than she expected, and her peace was shattered.

She sighed and collected her stuff back onto the serving tray. She took another gulp of her drink, picked up her shoes, and headed inside once more. The residual tingle between her legs reminded her of her fantasy about the landscaper. The drone of the mower drew her eyes to the window, but she couldn't see him from the ground floor.

Grinning, she hustled barefoot to the staircase and stopped at the bottom to grip the railing as her head spun slightly. Her drink had been more potent than she thought. The mower buzz reminded her again of her mission, and she climbed upstairs. The guest bedroom had the best, and only, view of the neighbor's yard, as she'd be able to see over the privacy hedge. She didn't want him spotting her as she watched him, so she pulled the sheer curtains closed.

She giggled excitedly as she saw his back as he pushed the mower towards the back fence. He wasn't wearing his shirt, and his smooth muscles gleamed with his sweat. He'd changed into a tight swimsuit as well. Unfortunately, he was too far away to see much detail, and she was looking through a curtain and a screen.

While his back was to the house, she unlocked one of the window panels and opened it wide. She pulled the screen panel off and set it down inside, leaning up against the wall. All she had now between her eyes and his body was the sheer curtain.

She suddenly blinked at the bold actions she was taking to ogle his body. It wasn't right, was it? Her rum-soaked ethics melted under the heat of her need.

Melody's eyes returned to watch David push the mower back and forth across the grassy area beyond the pool. It felt like a tease due to the distance. She could see his sweaty muscles of his torso, but from the waist down, there just wasn't enough detail.

Still, she remained glued to the spot as her breathing became deeper. He truly was a beautiful man! Her hand slid down and into her bikini bottom once more.

She jolted when the mower's engine cut out, and he began pushing it back towards the shed. She moaned in disappointment as he seemed to be leaving, and she hadn't come yet!

He stopped at the far end of the pool. She was just beginning to make out some details on the front of his swimsuit. It was one of those Lycra swimsuits, much like bicycle shorts, and she could just make out a hint of contours. When he stretched his arms over his head, she moaned with desire. He paused and looked around as if he was trying to find the source of the sound. She froze when he spotted the open window, but he made no sign of having seen her.

He continued his stretch, then walked up to the edge of the pool and dove into the water to cool off. She pouted in frustration as she could no longer see him. Moments later, he surfaced halfway down the pool, much closer now. She noticed he was frowning as he threw a handful of leaves he must have collected from the bottom onto the pool deck. He put his hands on the lip and did a surge twist out of the water to sit on the edge.

The hedges obscured Melody's view, so she quickly rushed into the master bedroom and grabbed the footstool by the chair in her reading nook. She stopped by her end table and collected her vibrating friend, quickly confirming the batteries were charged.

When she got back to the window, David was nowhere to be seen, and the mower was gone as well.

She must have made another sound as David reappeared, his face just visible above the bushes. He looked around and up towards the window once more, but again, showed no sign of having seen her. He moved towards the pool, and she saw he was carrying a pool skimmer. He stopped at the edge of the pool and dipped the net deep into the pool, and scooped out some leaves.

She grinned as David was now acting out her pool boy fantasy.

She quickly put the footstool up against the wall next to the window and climbed up. Now, she could see his entire body, and her breath caught in her throat. She could see the shape of his cock against the wet fabric. He appeared to be very well endowed... from what she could see from the window, and through a curtain.

Once more, the voice of reason in Melody's head asked her what she was doing. The boy down below was young enough to be her son. Besides, she was a married woman!

A violent snort slipped free from her as a bolder voice made its presence known. Yes, she was married, but to a man who'd forgotten how good it felt to fuck! She was a woman with needs! Besides, she was hurting no one by satisfying her urges while admiring that beautiful chunk of male fantasy down there. Truthfully, her husband didn't care what she did. The new voice told reason to SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Licking her lips with satisfaction, she ran her wet tongue over the end of her vibrator. While she was already soaked, she wanted this bad boy deep inside her now, while she still had a clear view of David!

She pushed her G-string to the side and pressed the tip against her opening. When the device slid between her nether lips, she turned the little motor on, and the delicious vibrations spread through her inner muscles. She watched David lifting and lowering the skimmer into the pool, matching his movements as she pushed and pulled the vibrator from her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and alerting him to her spying on him. She leaned against the wall as her body began to tremble. The vibrator was accelerating her release beautifully. A few gentle moans escaped her, and she saw David looking from side to side and fidgeting. She bit her bottom lip to contain her cries of joy. This release was going to be a big one!

Then it happened.

Obviously thinking himself unobserved, David pulled the front of his swimsuit away from his body and reached in to adjust himself.

Melody caught just a glimpse of David's cock in profile, and her earlier impression of it was both confirmed and destroyed. While the angle she was viewing from hid its actual length, she could see it had decent girth and was becoming erect.

It was too much! Melody twisted the vibrator, and the motor went to high speed. At that instant, the cushion-topped footstool decided to slide out from under her feet. She'd pressed her body against the wall next to the window too hard.

She screamed and grabbed the curtains, but the rod pulled free and followed her down.

She landed hard, and the lights went out.

Chapter 2

"Mrs. Dawson! Mrs. Dawson, are you all right?"

Melody slowly opened her eyes and saw beautiful blue eyes filled with emotion, so many emotions, staring down at her. She was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. She went through a quick inventory of her senses and body.

Sight? Check. She could see the lovely young man leaning over her.

Hearing? Yes, she heard his panicked breathing as if he'd been running. She could also hear a distant, angry buzzing sound.

Touch? He was holding her hand in his. She saw him pull his hand back, as there was something wet and sticky on her fingers. He raised his fingers to his nose and tentatively sniffed them. His face went a darling shade of red as he wiped his fingers off on his swimsuit. She realized that's all he was wearing, and a thrill rushed through her body.

An odd tingle and vibration were enhancing that thrill. She wiggled her fingers then her toes. A stabbing pain shot up her left leg as her ankle complained about her moving it. She sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes tightly to ride out the pain. She relaxed her leg, and the pain quickly subsided into a background sensation.

"Can you hear me?" David asked.

"Yes..." Her eyes opened once more.

"Do you know where you are?" he said, and her eyes went to his face curiously.

"On the floor of my guest bedroom. I'm not sure why, though. My ankle hurts a lot," she said with a grimace.

She noted his eyes kept looking down her body towards her bikini bottom. "What's wrong?"

His eyes darted to hers, then he looked anywhere but at her. "You-you're buzzing. Down there, I mean."

She blinked at him in confusion as her hand automatically went down to touch her pussy. She could feel it as her fingers slid over her wet lips.

"AH!" she gasped, as she was also very sensitive. Then she realized her vibrator was inside her. She looked at David, but he was concentrating on the wallpaper. Biting her lip against her surge of pleasure, she forced her finger and thumb inside herself and managed to grip the end of the submerged device. She pulled it out, but it slipped from her fingers to drop to the floor, where it buzzed angrily against the wood floorboards. Another shot of pain rushed up her leg as she tried to move.

When she opened her eyes again, David had the vibrator in his big hands and managed to turn it off. He tossed it up onto the bed and glanced down at her as he wiped his slick fingers against his swimsuit again. "Uh, I'm going to call an ambulance for you-"

"NO! No ambulance!" Melody yelped.

He gave her a frustrated look. "You fell. You may have hit your head, as you don't recall how you got on the floor. You've obviously hurt your leg. You need medical attention."

Melody thought back to what she was doing before she found herself on the floor. She'd been... oh. She looked at David. "I fell off the stool."

He looked a little relieved that her memory might be coming back. "What were you doing on the stool... by the window? It's open, you know! You might have fallen out!"

She recalled what she was doing before and didn't really want to tell him about it.

His expression closed up as he saw she wasn't about to answer him. "Ambulance and hospital, it is."

"No! You-you can take me to the hospital. I need to get dressed first, though. I can't go in my bikini!" she asserted.

David's eyes widened in surprise. "That's a bikini?!?"

Melody blinked at him in surprise. "Yes... What did you think it was?"

"Sexy underwear," he mumbled, then looked away as she watched a flush move up his neck.

Melody was stunned. He thought she was sexy? No, he said the underwear was sexy. That's all he meant. Compared to him, she was an old woman. She pushed the thought from her head but paused.

"David, how did you get in?" she asked, her imagination flashing images of his large body crashing through her front door.

"When I heard your scream and saw the drapes pulled down, I jumped over the fence into your backyard. Your patio door was unlocked," he explained.

That was far less dramatic than where her mind took her. The image of him mightily kicking in the front door faded away. She gave her head a little shake. She had to stick to reality. "I need clothes. Help me up, please."

She squeaked when he slid an arm under her legs and one around her back and lifted her from the floor.

"You shouldn't put any weight on that ankle," he said gruffly as he gently carried her out into the hallway.

"Master," she sighed in shock, pointing to the master bedroom across the hall, then the word took on a different significance for her, and her pussy clenched with her desire. David showed no sign he'd noticed her reaction as he carried her into the room, carefully avoiding bumping her ankle on the doorway. He set her on the bed and looked at her expectantly. She blinked up at him in a lustful daze.

"Clothes?" he prompted.

"Oh! Right! In the closet should be a pink tracksuit on the shelf," she said, pointing behind him.

She closed her eyes and shook her head again. She was acting like an idiot. Maybe that hit on the head rattled her more than she thought.

She felt something drop onto the bed next to her and opened her eyes. David had found the tracksuit and was standing before her in his tight swimsuit, one arm awkwardly held before his groin.

"I'm going to run home to get changed, and I'll be right back to get you." She nodded and picked up the jacket, slipping it on and zipping it up. She felt his eyes watching her tits as the zipper squeezed them closer together.

He grabbed the pants and gently slipped her dangling legs into them, pulling them up until she could take over. He spun and rushed from the room, but not before she caught a glimpse of the bulge in his swimsuit. He was sporting quite the erection!

She sat, staring at the doorway for a moment before shaking her head again. She was going to ask for a cat scan to look for brain abnormalities.

Melody flopped back on the mattress to tug the pants over her ass by rolling her hips side to side as she pulled. This movement disturbed her ankle, so it was slow going. Finally, she just rested and stared at the ceiling, panting to catch her breath.

It wasn't long before she heard the thump of David running back up the stairs. He rushed into the bedroom and made a noise of dismay when he spotted her on her back. He jumped on the bed to look down at her face, but she just stared at his look of panic. Relief flew across his face.

"Oh, thank god! I was worried you might have hurt your head worse than I thought, and I'd come back to find you unconscious again." He was babbling in his relief.

She smiled up at him as his concern was so genuine and sweet.

"No, I'm fine, except my ankle," she replied.

"Okay... okay, I've got my truck in the driveway."

David scooped her up once more, and she put her arms around his shoulders as he carefully maneuvered her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Her head was spinning at how easily he carried her, and she trembled slightly, but he didn't notice.

While she could still feel it, she was at the tail-end of her rum buzz, and her conscience was returning with a vengeance. She couldn't show him how embarrassed she was as he'd return to the question of what she'd been doing.

As they went by, she reached out to grab her purse and keys from the front table so they could lock the door when they got outside. He gently sat her on the passenger seat of his truck, then rushed around to the driver's door to get in.

He carefully drove them out of the neighborhood and to the hospital, right up to the entrance of the emergency department. He rushed out to get a wheelchair, then carefully extracted her from the truck and placed her onto the chair. For her part, Melody was genuinely beginning to enjoy him handling her. She squeezed her thighs together to suppress the tingles and secretly chastised herself for being so naughty.

"I'm just going to park, and I'll be right back," he said to her earnestly.

She couldn't keep the smile from her lips. "I'll be here."

True to his word, he ran back from the parking area, and she finally got to see the outfit he'd changed into. Loose and baggy were the first terms that came to mind. He wore a big red hoodie sweater over a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He was hiding his body! Why would he do that?

When he reached her, he immediately wheeled her into the emergency department.

They began the ordeal of filling out forms, followed by a long wait before an intern finally arrived to take her in to see a doctor. David had to stay in the waiting room as he wasn't family. As they wheeled her away, she saw him settle into a chair in the corner and rest his head back.

-=-

Hours later, an orderly wheeled Melody back out into the waiting area and stopped in front of David, who was fast asleep in his chair. The orderly nudged David's knee, and he woke with a start.

"What!"

Melody giggled as the painkillers she was on made this wonderfully funny.

"Are you Mrs. Dawson's ride home?" the man asked.

David blinked and sat up. "Yes, I'm her neighbor, David."

"You can take the lady home. She's not allowed to put any weight on her ankle for two days. Here are the instructions from the doctor," the man said, handing some papers to David. He was also transferring responsibility for the woman over to David, who rubbed his eyes quickly and stood. He glanced at her ankle and saw it was wrapped in a tensor bandage.

Tucking the folded papers into his pocket, he wheeled Melody outside to the curb. "I'll be right back."

She grinned at him. "I won't run away."

He smiled at her, but there was concern on his face as well.

She sighed as she watched his ass hidden by those terrible sweatpants.

When he returned, he lifted her and carried her to the truck. She relaxed in his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. He felt so good. She let out a small sound of disappointment as he set her down and fastened her seatbelt. He glanced at her in confusion, then closed her door and hustled around to the driver's side. He gave her another quick glance and a smile once he was in and got them underway.

They drove in silence for a while, then David cleared his throat. "Where is your husband?"

"Arizona," she sighed sadly. "He can stay there. I'm sure he'll be happier."

David glanced over at her, but she wasn't crying yet. "Is there anyone else at your house to take care of you?"

She shook her head. "No one takes care of me," she said so softly that David almost didn't hear her.

His cell began to ring, so he fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. "Shit!" He quickly put the phone in its dashboard mount, then pressed the answer and speakerphone buttons. "Hi, Mom."

"Why aren't you answering the home phone? Are you driving?!?" Her voice was climbing octaves in her outrage.

"Sorry, I was at the hospital all day-"

"OH MY GOD! Are you okay? What happened?" she shrieked, her anger instantly switching to fear.

"I'm fine! It was Mrs. Dawson-"

"Oh my god! What happened to Melody?" she shrieked again, and the woman in question began to cry.

"Who's crying?" Jackie asked.

"I'm in my truck with Mrs. Dawson, now. She's had a rough day, and I'm taking her home. She was..." He glanced uncomfortably at the crying woman. "...fixing some blinds and fell off the stool. She knocked herself unconscious, and her ankle is hurt. The doctor doesn't want her to walk on it for two days. There isn't anyone home at her place but her. What should I do?"

"What do you mean, what do you do? You take care of her! She needs you!" Jackie barked.

Melody just cried harder, and David looked at her in distress.

"Don't cry, Melody. David will look after you this weekend. Everything will be fine." Jackie said to console her. It seemed to be working as the woman's tears were slowing as she looked at the phone.

"Okay, Mom, I'll get my books and some clothes, and I'll stay with Mrs. Dawson until you get back," he said.

"That's my good boy!" Jackie said with genuine warmth in her voice. "Oh! Cindy says, Hi!"

David's expression closed right up as Melody watched him. He seemed to be swallowing with difficulty. "Say... say hi for me," he forced out.

"Will do!" Jackie replied, unaware of her son's grim expression. "I'll call you on your cell tomorrow. I love you!"

"Love you, too." David hit the button to hang up.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Melody watched him, but he kept his eyes on the road, and his grip was tight on the wheel.

When they finally pulled into her driveway, Melody had recovered from her tears and was puzzling over David's reaction to the news of Cindy. His mind was miles away. He got out and came around to get her.

He lifted her out and kicked the door closed on his truck. He carried her to the front door and held her while she unlocked it. They went in, and she locked it behind them.

David's stomach growled loudly, and she giggled. He smiled self-consciously. She pointed to the kitchen, and he carried her there to set her down on a chair by the table.

Melody glanced at the clock and saw it was almost nine PM. "Do you want to order pizza? You choose, and my treat!"

His smile widened, and he nodded.

"There are some menus by the microwave. Bring the phone handset, too," she said, gesturing across the room. He collected them and then sat down next to her to look them over.

"These guys make delicious pizza and wings," he said, gesturing to one flyer. She nodded and took the handset.

"What do you want to order?" she asked, and he looked at her timidly. "Speak up!" she grinned.

"Large meat lovers and 20 wings, mild sauce?"

She nodded. "Any soft drinks?" she asked.

"No. Water is fine," he responded.

She made the call and heard the food would be delivered within the hour.

"Uh, you seem... less giddy," he said cautiously.

She sighed. "Yes, the painkillers are starting to wear off."

He looked at her in concern. "Are you in pain?"

She smiled. "No, it's just the buzz that's fading, so far. I have a few pills in my purse for tonight, and I'll need you to pick up more from the pharmacy tomorrow if you don't mind."

He nodded, then he pulled the papers from his pocket. He quickly scanned through the instructions. He felt some relief to see she didn't have a concussion. His coach made them all aware of the dangers of those.

"So, you have a severe sprain of your left ankle. You need to elevate the leg and don't put any weight on it, and ice pack treatments for short intervals, then the tensor bandage. I've dealt with this before, playing football. I have an icepack at home. I'll bring it over when I get my stuff."

She smiled cheekily at him. "I had no idea you were a doctor, too!"

He glanced at her in surprise and shook his head. "No, but I do know a little physiotherapy. Kinda have to, in my sport," he said shyly.

"My health is in your hands," she teased, and he bobbed his head with a small smile.

He turned her chair and gently lifted her left leg to rest it on the seat of the next chair.

She loved the feeling of his hands on her, but she pushed that down.

They talked about his football career for a while, the successes and failures, the injuries, and then she asked if he was considering it professionally. He shook his head.

"It's fun, and it's made me stronger, but it takes too much of a toll on the body. I'll continue to work out, but getting slammed, again and again, isn't my idea of a good time. This is my last year."

"What are you planning on taking in college?" she asked.

He grinned a little self-consciously. "Physiotherapy. The local university accepted me, so I'm pretty psyched about that. I-I want to help people heal from injuries. To help them get their lives back on a healthy track."

She grinned widely. "I'm going to be your first patient! We are playing doctor!"

There was a moment of awkward silence, then Melody broke it.

"Can you tell me who Cindy is?"

Once more, David's smile dropped away, and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry to bring up an uncomfortable topic, but I saw how the name seemed to upset you, and sometimes talking things out with a sympathetic listener helps."

He glanced at her. "It's embarrassing."

"This was a girl you were to meet on the trip? You've met her before on previous trips?" she asked, gently pressing for details.

He gave her an exasperated look, then nodded.

"You like her? Were you hoping to see her again?"

"Yes," he blurted.

"She said hi to you, so she likes you-"

"Yes! She likes me! I don't feel too awkward with her! I can talk with her! Other stuff." The last part was very quiet, but Melody heard and smiled.

"Kissy stuff?" she asked, gently repeating Ricky's words from the morning.

David's neck flushed red, as did his cheeks. His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. He took some deep breaths, and he finally nodded. Then a crafty look came to his eyes. "Maybe you can answer a question for me? What were you actually doing today in that bedroom upstairs?"

Melody wasn't ready to answer that question just yet. If her buzz hadn't worn off, she would probably have blabbed immediately, but instead, she just shook her head.

"So maybe we both have embarrassing things we don't feel like talking about," David said quietly.

The doorbell rang, and Melody handed some bills to David to pay the delivery man. He rushed away and came back with the food in short order.

She smiled to see the joy in his eyes. "Do you want a plate?"

"For pizza and wings?!?" he scoffed with a grin. He grabbed some paper towels and glasses of water when she indicated she'd have one, too.

He lifted the lid, and the savory scents wafted up.

"That certainly smells good!" she sighed.

They dug in, and neither spoke again until the last wing was eaten.

"Thank you for dinner!" David said with his hands resting comfortably on his stomach.

"Thank you for rescuing me today and for all your help," she replied with a sincere smile.

He nodded, then noticed she was looking a little uncomfortable. "Do you need a pill?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. We have to work out the logistics of how this will work." He shook his head as he didn't understand.

"Case in point. I need to use the bathroom," she said.

He thought about that. "You can stand on your right leg?" he asked, and she nodded. "I can carry you into the bathroom and stand you before the toilet. Then I'll step outside for you to... do it." His face warmed. "Call me when you're finished."

"Okay. Can we do it now? Talking about it is making it worse," she said pitifully.

He jumped to his feet and scooped her up in his arms. He moved her down the hall to the two-piece guest bathroom and set her on her right foot before the toilet. She smiled at him as he stepped out and closed the door.

He heard noises that he did his best to ignore, then a flush and water running. Finally, she called out when she was done. He opened the door and lifted her in his arms again.

"Could you take me upstairs to my bedroom? I think I'd like to go to sleep now," she said with a small yawn.

"Sure." David carried her up the stairs as she clung to his neck.

Melody was really enjoying being in David's arms and struggled to keep from purring. She bit her lip to prevent a disappointed moan from escaping as he set her on the bed.

"Is something wrong? Are you in pain?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm going to be a nuisance."

He shook his head as he frowned. "Mom said I was to take care of you this weekend. Don't feel bad about asking me for help," he insisted.

Melody gave him a sweet smile. "Okay. I need to get ready for bed. I need fresh panties and a nightie from that drawer. I'll need help getting to the bathroom and back after I've brushed my teeth and washed my face."

David blinked at her. "You want me to get your panties?" he mumbled.

She smiled at his embarrassment. "Any pair will do. And a nightie."

He looked towards the dresser she'd pointed to, walked slowly to it, and pulled the drawer open. Inside was a large selection of dainty unmentionables. His hand hovered over the satin underthings until his fingers dropped automatically to pluck up a shiny black G-string. His eyes widened in shock as he realized how little fabric the garment had.

"The nighties are in the drawer to the left," she offered as she bit her lip, seeing what he'd selected for panties.

He nodded to her without looking and moved to the nightie drawer. Once more, he was faced with a selection of sheer and sexy items, this time sleepwear, though by the look of them, he didn't think they were designed for sleeping. Again, his fingers paused above the sexy items and dropped to pick up a sleek little black babydoll.

"Mmm, I like your choices," she purred as he brought them back to her. His face looked like it might ignite. He scooped her up again and carried her to the bathroom just off the bedroom, pausing in the doorway as he stared at the size of the room and the deluxe features.

"Whoa," he sighed.

She glanced at him, then at the room. "You like the renovations we had done to the bathroom?" she asked.

"It's very impressive! That soaker tub is enormous!" he gushed. He was imagining how good it would feel to relax in that after a game.

She looked at it and smiled wistfully. "In happier days, we thought a two-person soaker tub would be romantic. My husband quickly tired of that... and me." She glanced up at the embarrassment on David's face. "Oh! I'm sorry, David. I shouldn't burden you with an old woman's sad tale."

"You're not old," David grumbled. She hid her smile, though she felt very pleased with his response.

He carried her to the sink and gently set her down on her right leg before it. "Are you okay from here?"

"Yes, I'll call you when I'm done," she replied softly.

With a shy nod, he stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

David thought about how soft her skin was and how good she felt in his arms. He gave himself a shake, as she was a married woman and twice his age. He was just a kid to her. He wandered across the hall to the guest room. He assumed he would stay in here tonight, as she called it the guest room.

He spotted the device she's taken from... inside her pussy. The vibrator was resting on the bed, where he'd tossed it earlier. Quickly glancing back across the hall, he moved to the bed and picked up the sex toy and stared at it. Mrs. Dawson had this inside her! Without thinking, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled her scent. His body reacted at a primal level, but his conscience slammed him for this breach of privacy. Shamefaced, he looked at the vibrator uncomfortably and carried it back into the master bedroom. He gently reached out to place it on the end table when she called out for him.

His hand jumped, and he dropped it. When it hit the edge of the table and fell between the table and the bed. The switch tripped, and the device began to buzz aggressively against the hardwood floor, vibrating itself under the bed.

"David? Are you there?" she called out again, and he froze.

"David?"

He closed his eyes momentarily as he clenched his fists and took a deep breath to settle his nerves. Ignoring the buzzing device under the bed, he moved to the bathroom door. "Sorry. I'm here. Can I come in?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she returned with an odd tension in her voice.

When David opened the door, he froze, unable to look away from Melody. She leaned back against the counter, her left leg slightly raised in front of the other, with her weight on her right one. Her expression was nervous, yet hopeful.

His eyes tracked downwards, taking in her raw beauty in the outrageously sexy black baby-doll. The bra cups were shiny satin, and impressions of her stiff nipples were distinctly on display. Her tits were lifted and presented for his viewing enthrallment.

The wispy fabric of the baby-doll below the bra was sheer and showed off her mostly flat tummy and delightful curves. The garment ended just at the top of her thighs. Through the gauzy material, the tiny black panties he'd selected could easily be seen. They clung like a second skin to the contours of her most intimate place.

"Can you carry me to the bed now?" she asked with a soft voice, and David's erection reached maximum rigidity. He nodded his head and moved into the room to lift her into his arms. The silky-smooth skin of her bare thighs felt like Heaven against his arm. She looped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close when he began to move to the bedroom. This pressed the side of one of her tits against his chest.

Melody was tingling madly. It would have been perfect if the painkillers hadn't been running out at the time.

David gently laid her on the bed, propped up against some pillows and the headboard. She winced as she shifted her leg and bumped it on the mattress. He looked at her in concern.

She nodded. "It's time for my next pill. I left them in my purse in the kitchen. Could you bring it up?"

He nodded and rushed off to thump down the stairs. He took the opportunity to adjust himself to a less painful angle in his underwear, then ran back. He handed her the purse and caught her odd expression.

Then he noticed the buzzing sound and recalled the vibrator. With a sigh, he dropped to the floor and wiggled under the bed to reach the gently bouncing toy. He pulled it out and stood next to the bed. A quick twist, and it was quiet once more.

"Could you get me a glass of water from the bathroom... and rinse that off in the sink?" she asked with the hint of a smile.

His cheeks glowing with the heat of his blush, he nodded and ducked into the bathroom. He brought her the glass of water first, then went in to wash the device clean. Once he finished, he dried it off with a towel and brought it to her. She looked up at him with a smile on her lips and took it from his fingers. He grabbed a pillow from a nearby chair and gently slipped it under her left leg to elevate her ankle, then stood back and smiled at her.

"I-I'm gonna get my stuff from my place, and I'll be right back." He couldn't stop his eyes from traveling down her incredible body. When they snapped back up to hers, he thought he saw a strange look of satisfaction in them. She was pleased about something. She gave him a nod, and he rushed away.

He let himself out of the house and ran next door. He wasted no time getting to his bedroom. Once his door was closed, he dropped his pants, took his rock-hard erection in his hand, and began to stroke himself off. He didn't need any further imagery to enhance his excitement, as he still recalled how incredible Mrs. Dawson looked when he left her on her bed. An image of her partially naked on the floor with the vibrator buzzing inside her pussy flashed into his mind, and that was it. His orgasm struck hard and fast. The intensity caught him by surprise, and he dropped to his knees as his legs shook. He gasped for breath and shivered through a few mild aftershocks with his eyes closed.

Then he recalled she was waiting for him, so he had to get moving. He opened his eyes and stared in dismay at the cum he'd shot across the floor. Groaning, he pushed himself to his feet and cleaned himself up, then the mess he'd made.

Next, he packed some clothes for tomorrow in a duffle bag and shorts to sleep in. He tossed in the ice pack and grabbed his ointment for muscle strains as well. His earphones and his cell phone's charging cable went into the bag. He grabbed his books last. He really did need to study.

He locked up as he left his house and ran back over to the Dawson's, letting himself inside. "I'm back!" he called out as he locked the door behind himself.

"Okay!" she responded from upstairs.

He carried his stuff upstairs and placed his bags in the guest room. He grabbed the ice pack and ointment. A quick trip downstairs to the fridge let him fill the ice pack with cubes from the freezer. Then he ran back upstairs to face her. For some reason, he was sure she knew what he'd just done while thinking about her. He was sure the guilt was all over his face.

"David, I have a question for you."

He froze as he prepared for her to ask if he stroked himself off thinking about her. He glanced at her and was surprised to see that she looked a little nervous. That made him pause.

"How deep a sleeper are you?" she asked.

He blinked at the question. "Deep?"

She nodded. "Are you difficult to wake?"

"Oh! Uh, I can be, I guess." He thought of how his Mom had to open his door every morning and call out to wake him. "Yeah, I suppose I am." Her expression showed her unease. "What's wrong?"

She glanced at the bathroom door. "I typically have to use the bathroom during the night. If you're over in the guest room asleep, are you going to hear me when I call out?"

His eyebrows rose. Shit. This might be an issue, after all.

"I thought so," she said as she bit her lip. "Would you mind very much sleeping in here?"

His eyes widened, and he looked to the lounge chair in the corner.

Melody shook her head. "No, I meant on the bed. It's a king, so there's almost too much room. It was my husband's idea to get this monstrous thing." She looked away as she thought once more of how the man had been distancing himself from her for years.

"Uh, doesn't that seem inappropriate? Me, sleeping in your husband's place on the bed?" he managed.

"He wouldn't care," she said dully.

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Melody realized she was dumping her gloomy mood on this young man. She looked at David apologetically. "No, I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't vent my issues at you. Seriously, though, you are welcome to sleep on that side as I'll need your help to get to the bathroom at least once during the night."

David squirmed in embarrassment, but he realized it just made sense. "Okay, fine." He looked at the pillow her husband slept on, and his skin crawled. "Could I change the sheets first?"

She smiled at him. "That's a good idea."

He looked at the chair in the corner of the room, then went to the guest room to carry the footstool back into the bedroom. He moved to the bed and scooped her up once more to gently place her on the chair in the corner, resting her ankle on the footstool.

"Sheets are in the linen closet in the hall. Second shelf up from the bottom," she said with a cute little smile on her lips. He tore his eyes away from her mouth and left the room.

Once David was in the hall out of her line of sight, he put his hands over his face in frustration. He had to get a handle on his reactions to her. She was dressed like one of his most erotic daydreams and behaving like she was enjoying his attention, but he was sure he was seeing what he wanted to see. She was probably just amused, as he was a kid in her eyes.

He took a deep cleansing breath, then he opened the closet and pulled out some sheets and pillowcases. The fabric was super high thread count Egyptian cotton. They were certainly softer than any he'd ever slept on before.

He carried them back into the bedroom, placing them on the bureau. Then, he moved to the bed and pulled the comforter down to remove the old sheets. He added the new ones and switched out the pillowcases. He lifted the old sheets in his arms and looked to Melody.

"The laundry basket is in the bathroom."

He nodded and carried them inside to tuck them into the basket.

Returning to the bedroom, he saw Melody holding her arms up in preparation for being carried. He smiled as he walked over to her.

Once more, being as careful as he could, he slipped his arms under her and stood with her braced against his body. God, she felt so good! He heard her make a noise, which sounded like purring.

He forced that aside and brought her to her side of the bed and eased her down, then put the pillow from the chair under her ankle. He took a closer look at the injured joint. It was a little swollen. "I'm going to put the icepack on your ankle to reduce the swelling. I'll take the bandage off, ice the sprain, apply some ointment, and re-wrap the ankle."

She smiled at him. "Thank you, Doctor!"

He looked up into her dark eyes, which were beginning to get a little glassy from the drugs, then his eyes dropped to her lush cleavage before he forced himself to look away. His cheeks burned as he carefully unwrapped the ankle. There was bruising at the joint, and he gently held the icepack against the swollen tissues.

"Oh! That's cold!" she gasped. The sensation pushed back the fog that was slipping into her mind from the pills.

"Yeah, sorry. It's necessary. Push through it as best you can," he said.

To distract herself, Melody looked at the purple smudges on his cheek and chin. "How did you get those bruises on your face?"

He looked up from her ankle. "Stupid fight at school."

"What made it stupid?" she asked.

He sighed. "I just reacted badly to some comments from a mouthy jerk."

"Sticks and stones."

He snorted and nodded. "Exactly." Then he frowned as he recalled the laughter from the other members of the team. That hurt, but worse was the shrill laughter from their girlfriends, and especially Becca. She seemed the most amused by Jeff's words. He thought she was better than that, and his humiliation was complete.

They were quiet for a while as Melody watched his face as he stared at nothing. She could see the pain he was carrying. "The words hurt this time?"

He sucked in a sharp breath, as his mind had been drifting. He glanced at her and shrugged slightly. He examined her ankle as he removed the icepack. The swelling seemed to be slightly less. He didn't want to overdo it, so he set the icepack aside and grabbed the tube of ointment.

"I'll try to be gentle, but the cream needs to be rubbed in. Let me know if I hurt you." He spread the cream on his fingers and ran them over her ankle.

She winced a little, but she was pleased to see his big, strong hands could be gentle, too.

Once he'd ensured the cream was rubbed into her skin over the swollen area, he re-wrapped her ankle with the compression bandage, but not as tight for overnight use. He lowered it back to the pillow once more. "How was that? Did I hurt you?" he asked.

She gave him a grateful smile. "No, you have a gentle touch."

He nodded as his cheeks warmed up.

"I'm exhausted, so I think I'll call it a night. Are you staying up?" she asked.

"No, I'll just listen to my music for a bit in bed, then go to sleep. I'll start studying for the exam tomorrow, after I get your pills from the pharmacy," he promised.

She smiled at him. "Thank you, David, for going above and beyond to help an old woman-"

"Stop! You're not an old woman! Besides, I'd be by myself all weekend if this hadn't happened. I don't like being alone," he admitted.

She smiled a little sadly. "Me neither."

"Then it's settled. We have each other for company this weekend. Your job is to rest and heal that ankle, and I will assist you, run your errands, and study for my exam," he asserted with enthusiasm, drawing a happy smile from her. She nodded. Smiling, he walked over to the guest room to get his duffle. He brought it into the master and pulled out the shorts. Now he wished he'd brought a pair with a little more room in them.

He went into the bathroom and changed into his sleepwear. He used to sleep in the nude, but ever since his mom accidentally caught sight of his morning wood when she woke him one morning about a year earlier, he'd taken to wearing the shorts... and locking his door... when he remembered.

He folded his clothes from today and carried them out to his duffle. He heard an odd sound behind him and looked back at the woman who was staring at him oddly. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and her face was very pink. "Are you okay, Mrs. Dawson?"

She cleared her throat and gave him an embarrassed smile. "Yes! Yes, sorry. Could you call me Melody? You're obviously no longer a child, and being called Mrs. Dawson makes me feel old."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! Sure, uh, Melody." He couldn't prevent the broad smile from slipping onto his face. It felt surprisingly good to be acknowledged as an adult.

Melody felt a wave of heat rush through her body just from hearing this gorgeous man say her name. This was the view she'd wanted to have of him this afternoon. Almost all of his body was clearly visible, and he was powerfully muscled. His skin was also amazingly clear of any blemishes, not even a freckle, mole, or scar, and he looked baby smooth. She was surprised to notice he had no extra hair on his body. Even his armpits were free of hair. He shaved his armpits? Was that a football thing?

When he began to fidget, she looked away and settled back against her pillow.

David turned and picked up his earphones, cell charger, and his cell and went to the far side of the bed. He knelt and plugged in the charger behind the bedside table, then pulled the sheets down.

Feeling incredibly awkward, he slipped under the sheets quickly, then slowed right down as the sensation of touching the sheets was just too good to rush. "Oh, my god! These sheets feel amazingly soft!" he sighed.

Melody chuckled. "One of the luxuries I insisted on if I was going to be forced to sleep in this aircraft-carrier-sized bed." She grinned happily as David laughed at her comment.

"Are the sheets expensive?" he asked quickly, then realized that was rude. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that."

"It's okay. Yes, the sheets are expensive. Especially for a king bed. What do you sleep on?"

He snorted softly. "I still have the single bed my parents bought for me when I was a kid."

She giggled, thinking of the big man in a kiddie bed. "Is it one of those plastic race car beds?"

That image hit his funny bone, and the bed shook with his big booming laughter. Melody watched him with a satisfied grin on her face. It felt so good to hear laughter again. It felt even better to be able to make someone laugh.

When he got control once more, he chuckled. "No, it's not quite that bad. It's just a basic single bed. I managed to remove the baseboard so my feet can hang over the end." He stretched out and sighed. "This bed is perfect!"

"Company included?" she blurted with a grin as the pills relaxed her.

He looked over in surprise. "Uh, of course," he said carefully.

Melody closed her eyes happily. "You're sweet. Goodnight, David."

He admired her lovely profile for a moment before he responded. "Goodnight... Melody."

Her lips curled up into a slight smile as she heard her name, and David watched as she slipped into slumber immediately.

He put his earbuds in and started up his music to relax his mind.

Relaxing his body with such a beautiful woman next to him in bed was going to be far more challenging.

-=-

Sometime during the night, he woke to feel someone pushing on his arm. He groggily woke to find his earbuds in, music still playing. He pulled them out and turned off his music. Melody turned on her bedside lamp.

He glanced over at her. "Sorry. Fell asleep with the music playing. You need to use the washroom?" he mumbled.

"Yes, please." She took another pill and drank the remaining water in her glass.

David heaved himself out of bed and walked around to her side. She pushed the blankets down, and he slid his arms under her and lifted before she was ready.

"Yipe!" she squeaked and clung to his neck.

He pulled her tighter against his chest to ensure she wouldn't fall. "Sorry. You okay?" he mumbled.

"Yes, I really have to go," she pleaded.

He turned towards the bathroom and made it through the door without bumping her leg. He set her down on her right foot in front of the toilet. He shuffled away to lean against the door jamb facing the bedroom.

She was going to tell him to wait outside, but she could no longer wait. Down went the panties, and she sat carefully, protecting her left ankle. Seconds later, the release was sweet relief, even though she was overly conscious of the big man standing in the doorway with his back to her. She could see his head dipping and bobbing forward, so she knew he was still half asleep. Her eyes widened when she noticed his shorts were riding a little low, and she could see the tops of his butt cheeks. She smiled to herself as a tingle ran through her.

She cleaned up and was ready to go back to bed. "Ready."

David jolted awake and turned around to collect her. She could see his eyes weren't entirely open, but he was trying.

Her eyes dropped, and she saw he was tenting his shorts. Shit! It was big! He brushed it against her thigh as he lifted her into his arms, and she barely stifled her moan. He was so hard!

Once more, he got her to bed and set her down gently. Her hand was automatically reaching for the front of his shorts, but he turned and moved to lift her injured ankle onto the pillow. Then he walked around the end of the bed to get in on the other side.

"G'nite," he grunted and was soon breathing deeply and slowly with his back to her. She sighed and turned off her light. She rested back on her pillow and tried to get the image of that bulge out of her mind so she could fall asleep.

It took some time.

Chapter 3

Dawn's first rays of sunlight poured through the window and splashed across the bedsheets. Melody sighed in her sleep, and a slight twinge of pain broke her slumber as she tried to move her leg. Her eyes opened and blinked at the bright sunlight touching the bed. She smiled as sunlight always made her feel a little better. She glanced over to see if David was awake and froze.

Sometime during the night, he'd kicked the sheets down and off his body. The sheets weren't the only thing that slid down.

She recalled that when she got up to pee, his shorts had been sagging. Now she could see the drawstring had come undone, and the shorts were currently around his upper thighs. David was sporting magnificent morning wood, and she had a clear view of it. She realized with a jolt that this was the first time she'd ever seen an uncircumcised cock outside of pictures. His foreskin entirely hid the head. The tip was clearly outlined against his stretched skin, and she caught herself reaching out to slide the skin back.

Once she had control over her treacherous hand, Melody watched with fascination as it gently bobbed with his pulse. Her previous view of its girth had been from a distance. Up close, she could see it would definitely make its presence felt as it slid inside a woman, but it wasn't going to cause injury. To the uninitiated, it might seem a little intimidating, but she desperately wanted to wrap her fingers around it to feel its heft. That wasn't the only thing she wanted to do to it.

Now that she had a proper viewing angle, it had to be at least seven or eight inches long in its excited state. That was much longer than her husband's, and it seemed significantly thicker than his, as well. Her body trembled as she imagined what it might feel like inside her.

She noticed David's balls. She carefully sat up to get a better angle of view and was relieved she hadn't awakened him. She could see a gentle movement in the sack, but something was off. The testicles themselves seemed... swollen. She frowned in concern, though there was no discoloration. They were a healthy pink and moved like they were pumping up and down. She found herself slightly mesmerized and once more had to pull back her hand.

When she'd realized her husband's sex drive was diminishing, she'd researched root causes. One was testicular shrinkage and reduced testosterone. She'd finally managed to get a look at her husband's balls and determined they were roughly average in size.

David's were definitely not average. They were larger than any she'd seen. Not huge, just noticeably larger than her husband's. She wondered if they'd been injured in the fight.

It wasn't until she was admiring the smooth skin over his testicles that she realized his groin was completely hairless! This was no rough shaving job! He had no hair at all there, not even stubble.

How was this possible?

His legs were hairless as well. If it wasn't for his dense muscles, his wonderful cock, and heavy balls, his smooth skin was similar to that of an infant.

She wanted so much to touch him, but she realized she wasn't sure how welcome that would be. She recalled he'd been in a fight over some hurtful words. Could it have been about this? She knew he played football. They showered together, so maybe someone saw something they decided to tease him about. She sighed. That was all speculation.

She heard him making noises that indicated he was waking, and she froze. Should she try to lie down and pretend to be asleep? That felt dishonest. There were already too many unspoken secrets between them, so she schooled her expression to a friendly smile and watched his face.

David's eyes fluttered, and he stretched every muscle in his massive body. Melody couldn't prevent herself from letting her eyes travel down his body as he did this. It was a glorious sight to behold. Her eyes returned to his as he gazed at her curiously in his sleepy state. She smiled again and pointed downwards. His eyes followed hers, and then he was grabbing for his shorts and trying to leave the bed at the same time. Instead, he managed to roll off the bed to crash to the floor.

"David! Are you okay?" she asked with concern.

A short time later, David's red face appeared over the mattress as he looked back at her. Emotions were racing across his face, but she could tell he was very upset.

"Are you okay?" she asked again, gently.

"Did you?" he blurted.

Her eyebrows rose. "Did I what?"

"My shorts- did you... pull them down?" he was beginning to build his anger.

"No, David. I didn't touch you or your shorts."

"But you saw!" he snapped.

"David. Please don't get angry with me. We're both adults. It was just an accident. A pleasant one in my case," she said calmly, holding his eyes.

Her words seemed to take some of the steam from his ire. He glanced at her in surprise, then he seemed to slump and lean back against the bed, looking away.

"You did see, didn't you," he said with a defeated tone.

She watched the back of his head. Something was upsetting him, but she didn't want to guess and make him more uncomfortable. "What did I see that upsets you? Nothing upset me."

He looked back at her as if trying to see if she was lying. When she held his gaze, he nodded slightly and dropped his eyes. "I don't have any hair down there," he muttered finally.

"By choice?" she asked, and his eyes shot to hers once more but saw only curiosity.

"No. It fell out when I was younger, much younger." He sighed as if struggling with something, then he spoke again. "The doctor thinks it might be something called Alopecia Areata. It usually shows up on the scalp, but so far, it's targeting areas below my neck," he explained in a subdued tone.

"Not life-threatening, I take it?" she said with a smile and surprised a chuckle out of him.

"No, and no new areas have shown up in a long while, so I'm grateful for that." He looked at her, then his expression became serious. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

She smiled. "Considering what I got to see this morning, that only seems fair."

He grinned at that, but it quickly disappeared as the serious look returned. "You weren't... disgusted or disturbed by anything you saw?"

She shook her head. "No! I have to admit this is the first time I've ever seen an uncircumcised penis. That was interesting!"

He twitched slightly as she spoke, but he was still looking at her as if expecting more. When she didn't offer it, he finally spoke. "My balls. They're... big."

"Are they healthy? Testicle size increase can mean medical condit-" she began.

"They are healthy," he immediately asserted. At her curious look, he continued. "I saw a doctor who said there was nothing to be concerned about. They're just larger than normal." His expression soured. "Donkey balls."

"Oh my! Who called them that?" she exclaimed.

His angry look returned. "Some of my teammates call me that. One did it in front of the cheerleaders, and it got ugly when he started in on the freakishness of my huge, hairless balls."

"Punches were thrown," she said gently, and he nodded. "Someone you liked was present at the time?" she guessed, and his eyes shot to hers, confirming her guess. "Does this fellow also like this girl?"

It was like a light came on behind David's eyes. He stared at Melody in surprise.

"If the girl didn't come to your defense, then they deserve each other," Melody finished. "With that, I'd like to use the washroom, please."

David blinked and stood with his back to her as he pulled up his shorts. She got a good look at his ass until his sleepwear was back in place. He came around to her side of the bed to gently lift her in his arms again.

He got her situated in the washroom and closed the door as he left the room.

After a more extended period, Melody called out to him again.

"Is it safe for me to enter?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, and he walked in to see her standing by the sink completely naked.

"Mrs. Dawson!" he cried out, but he didn't turn away.

She smiled, though her face was almost glowing pink from her blush. "Fair is fair. I got to see more than you expected to show. I-I have another favor to ask of you."

Melody couldn't believe her audacity even to contemplate what she was about to propose! Except, from the moment she saw his erection, she knew she wanted to see it again and touch it! She was tingling madly with excitement and out of control!

His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. His eyes were taking in her magnificent tits with their stiff nipples—she was excited?

"I really want to shower, and I can't get in there and back out by myself," she explained reasonably, but she wasn't able to look him in the eye. She was afraid of his rejection.

"You-you need me to help you into the shower and out?" he said with the slightest squeak in his voice.

"Please?" she asked, her embarrassment giving her a little girl's voice.

It was the cutest thing David had ever heard, but coming from this grown and completely naked woman, the raw sexuality hit him like a sledgehammer. His hands moved to cover the front of his shorts as his erection returned in record time. He saw her watching his hands with fascination.

"I... that might not be such a good idea," he forced out.

Her hands moved to hide her breasts and pussy. "I'm sorry, David, for offending you."

He saw shame slipping into her expression, and he reacted. "NO! God no! That's not it at all!" he barked, and she jumped at his volume, so he raised his hands. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell like that. I just... don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not offended! At all! You're incred- gorg- beautiful!" He paused to catch his breath and settle his nerves before continuing. "You're so very beautiful, and I-I'm just a man. I can't help but appreciate... this!" he vaguely gestured towards her body.

"Oh!" she squeaked, unfamiliar with praise. Her husband no longer said the words... or felt the sentiment. Warmth rushed through her body, and she smiled at him, her arms moving away from hiding herself. She saw his eyes return to her nipples, which felt hard enough to cut glass.

David heard himself moan slightly and clamped his jaw shut.

"So, will you help me with my shower?" she asked again with a hesitant voice. "I don't mind if you look."

His eyes locked onto hers, and he saw the hope in her gaze. He found himself nodding, though he still thought the idea was madness.

Her smile obliterated any further rational thoughts in his head.

"Should we take the bandage off to keep it dry?" she asked.

"Yis- I mean, yes!" His mind was spinning, and he dropped to his knees before her to undo the elastic bandage wrapped around her ankle. He gently removed the clips and unwound it. He checked for bruising, and the swelling definitely seemed to have lessened. So far, so good.

When he lifted his eyes, he realized he was mere inches from her pussy. He'd never seen one in real life, so the sight trapped his eyes. He'd expected to see hair, but she kept herself clean-shaven down there, so he could easily see the lips were slightly puffy and wet. He picked up the scent of her excitement. He unconsciously licked his lips, and he saw her tremble.

He looked up at her face, and he saw she was biting her lower lip. He felt a spark shoot through his cock, and this caused him to stand before he did something; he didn't know what. He was so confused. Was she embarrassed or excited? Maybe both? He had no experience with women.

He thought once more about this year's camping trip and Cindy Parsons. They'd become very good friends over the past few years. This year, they'd planned on getting some alone time and learning about sex together. That might have helped him know what to do in this situation.

"Are you going to wear your shorts in the shower? You could take a shower at the same time, as there's room," she suggested casually, but he could see her nervousness.

He thought about that. She'd already seen him naked and erect. She'd said she wasn't disgusted by what she saw. Without letting himself overthink it, he pushed his shorts down to fall at his feet. He was hard as iron, and he saw her eyes widen as her lower lip was trapped by her teeth once more. His dick jumped.

He quickly scooped her up into his arms before he lost control. She squeaked in surprise. "Sorry," he said contritely and moved her carefully into the large shower stall. He was overly aware of how incredibly soft and warm her skin was, and her tits were spectacular from this close. One was pressing against his chest, and he felt his cock throb with need.

"You can set me down here," she said, and he carefully eased her down onto her right foot. With a smile, she turned the shower controls, and the water poured from the spout onto the floor. She lifted her dangling foot under the water to confirm the temperature. Then, once she was satisfied, she pressed a button on the wall.

Water hit them from three directions, and David made a surprised sound. They chuckled at that, then let the hot water run over them to get good and soaked. She pressed another button to ease the water flow. Turning to the soap dispenser, she tried to pump some body-wash into her hand, but she needed one hand to brace herself. She looked at him, and without words, he reached out to get some soap in his hands. He ran them over her shoulders and down her back.

Melody sighed at the feeling of his big, strong hands touching her body. She'd just wanted him to press the nozzle on the soap dispenser for her, but this was so much better!

He got more soap on his hands and ran them down her right arm, then the left, ensuring he soaped up her armpits as well. More soap, and he moved to her back once more and worked his way down. He ran his slippery hands over her ass, and she actually cooed. He smiled to himself as he moved down her legs. He was careful with her injured ankle, then he stood up once more.

"My front... don't forget my front," she blurted breathily.

He froze. She wanted him to wash her tits? His hands were already moving to the soap pump before his thoughts caught up. From behind, he reached around and stroked her shoulders, throat, and slowly moved his hands down her body. She leaned back against his chest, her slick, soapy back now washing his chest and stomach. He did his best to keep his pelvis back so as not to press his cock against her.

David's hands slipped down over the tops of her full breasts. He slid his hands down their sides, and Melody rested her head back against his shoulder as she sighed. He cupped her tits in his palms, and her free hand rose to guide his fingers to her nipples. Both of his hands picked up the motions until he was sliding his thumbs down and his fingers up to stroke and tug her nipples. Her ass was arching back to reach his pelvis, which was uncomfortable for both of them, so he straightened his posture, and this forced his hard cock between her thighs. She gasped at the heat and squeezed her legs together around his girth. God, he felt so good! The idea of this being driven up inside her sent thrills and chills down her spine.

Her free hand moved down to cup the head of his cock, all pretenses of washing gone, as she pressed it up against the heat of her pussy.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Dawson-" he moaned.

"Melody!" she gasped as the strength of his hard cock was rocketing her closer to her release. This was so incredibly sexy! She hadn't felt this excited... ever!

"Melody! You're going to make me cum!" he gasped in return as he squeezed her tits in his hands.

She was right there! His big hands were driving her crazy, and her hips rocked faster to stroke his hot cock against her pussy lips.

"Ah! David! So good!"

That was all the encouragement he needed to begin pumping his cock between her trembling thighs. His left arm wrapped around her chest, cupping her right tit in his hand, fingers squeezing and pulling her nipple as his right hand moved down her body to take hold of her left hip. He used his stomach muscles to power his thrusts, which slapped her ass again and again. The hot, thick head of his cock was rubbing her clit with each stroke.

Melody felt captured by his strength, and her mind was lost to her pleasure. "Coming, David! I'm coming!"

"Melody! I- ffffuuuuuccckkk!!!!" He wasn't able to say anything else as his hot cum splashed into her cupped hand. He ground himself against her ass as he gasped for breath.

The delicious pressure on her spanked ass was the final straw, and Melody lost herself to her orgasm, which crashed through her senses. When she began to come back from the bliss, she felt the heat of his cum in her fingers, so she lifted the hand to look at the sticky substance. Another man's cum! She'd only tasted her husband's once, decades ago, and he'd been so revolted she'd done it, he hadn't let her do it since. Rebellion surged through her as she slipped her sticky fingers into her mouth to suck them clean. She ran her tongue over her palm and between the digits to get all of it. There was so much! She felt so incredibly naughty! Her pleasure spiked again, and she moaned.

When David's mind came back to him, he felt Melody clinging to his arms as most of her weight was being supported by him. Her entire body was trembling.

He realized he'd just had sex with a neighborhood mom! A married woman! He frowned as he considered those words. This had been closer to mutual masturbation, right? Still, highly irregular behavior. He supposed that he could still be considered a virgin, as he assumed this didn't count as sex for that.

"Thank you, David. That was wonderful! Could you set me down on the bench so I can catch my breath?" she asked as she panted softly.

He shifted her body in his arms and sucked in a breath as his semi-hard erection slipped out of the grip of her thighs. He carefully got her into his usual carrying position before taking her to the end of the shower, where he gently set her down on the bench.

"You're still hard?" she gasped as he stepped back from her. She ran her eyes down his body, tingling at how powerful his muscles looked.

He looked down, and his erection wasn't as firm as it was before, but it didn't seem to be relaxing. He smiled hesitantly at her. "I'm still in a shower with a beautiful naked woman. I've never experienced anything this exciting before. It's not likely to go away until tomorrow."

Melody burst into happy laughter as she looked into his smiling eyes. "You're such a charmer!"

Grinning, he moved back under the shower heads and got the water going again. Then he pressed the button to reduce the flow and washed his body from head to toe. He was conscious of her watching him, so his erection refused to calm.

David found the shampoo and washed his hair. Then he got the water going once more and rinsed his hair and body. When he was done, he slowed the water and moved back to Melody. "May I wash your hair?"

She was watching his cock bob and sway, water dripping from it. "Huh? Oh, yes!" she blinked at him.

He returned her under the shower's spray and wet her hair, then lathered it as he massaged her scalp. She purred happily under his hands. He loved how long and thick her hair was, so maybe he spent a little more time than was necessary. She didn't seem to mind as he finally rinsed the conditioner from her locks.

When he turned off the water, she pouted slightly, but he carried her out, wrapped a thick towel around her, and rubbed her dry as her happy smile returned.

She sat down on the toilet lid while he grabbed a towel of his own and threw it over his head to dry his hair. He vigorously rubbed until he felt the fingers wrapping around his cock. He froze and lifted his towel to look into Melody's eyes. She seemed a little unnerved by her bold actions.

"May I?" she asked quietly.

He nodded nervously.

"As I said, I've never seen an uncircumcised cock before. I've certainly never seen anything this big. It's wonderful!"

He trembled at the feel of her fingers gently stroking his cock. When she slid his foreskin back to expose the head of his cock, he gave an involuntary moan.

Her hand paused. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. That feels intensely good!" he admitted.

She suddenly released him as she realized what she was doing, she sat back and rubbed her towel across her arms as a troubled expression settled across her features.

He looked at her nervously. "What's wrong?"

"You should be experiencing this with someone you like who's your age. This isn't something you give away to an old housewife. I don't want to steal this experience from you," she said sadly.

David frowned. "I thought there was a possibility of that happening with someone I liked at school, until the day of the fight. Then I discovered my friends weren't real friends. My alternate plan involved the trip to the theme park to see Cindy, but that fell through. I only get to meet her once a year. Tuesday, I go back to school to face the people who treat me like some freak. You aren't stealing anything away from anyone. More importantly, I don't think of you as an old housewife. You're more beautiful and far sexier than any of the girls I've met at school. If you'd be willing to spend some time with someone like me, that would be a dream come true."

Melody's cheeks were burning from the compliments he'd given her, but she was still troubled by something he'd said. "Someone like you?"

"Hairless donkey balls, baby boy," he said, using a term Jeff used to describe him.

"Perhaps I'm not the only one with a poor self-image," she said with a gentle smile. "That's not at all an accurate phrase to describe you. You're dreamy!" She giggled at David's surprised expression.

They finished drying themselves as they gave each other admiring glances. Melody dried her hair with her hairdryer and teased David by aiming the hot air at him from time to time. His hair was short enough that he didn't need to use the blow dryer.

Melody winced and sucked in a sharp breath when she put pressure on her left foot without proper attention. David looked at her in concern. She gave him a weak smile. "The pill I took during the night is fading."

David knew that she was in no state to continue their intimacy at the moment, so he parked his desires. "I'll get dressed and head over to the drug store immediately. Uh, you should probably give them a call to let them know I'm coming. Before I go, I'm going to ice the ankle, then rub the ointment on it and wrap it once more."

"I'll need to get dressed, too," she said with a small smile, and he looked up from her tits with a guilty smile.

He once more picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom to set her down on the bed to lean back against the headboard.

When he stepped back, she saw he was becoming erect once more, and she marveled at his energy. "Is that ever going to relax?" she said with a grin.

He glanced down in embarrassment. "Maybe when we're dressed?" he suggested.

"Can you select some panties and a bra for me?" she asked, trying to hide her smile.

He froze, then walked over to the bureau and opened the drawer of silk treasures. Once more, his hands automatically plucked out some of the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. Fire red this time. This did nothing to relieve the throbbing in his cock.

When she saw what he'd selected, she couldn't contain her delighted smile. "You pick all my favorites!"

He gave her a nervous smile, then he helped her slip her panties on past her ankles. She took over when he reached her knees.

David immediately turned his back and went to get clothes from his duffle. He tugged on the underwear, t-shirt, cargo shorts and socks.

When he turned back to the bed, he froze once more. Her breasts were lifted and squeezed to show off a fantastic amount of cleavage. He felt himself throb once more. "Damn!" he gasped quietly, but she heard him, and a smile lit up her face.

"I'll be right back," he said as he grabbed the icepack and rushed out of the bedroom. He went to the kitchen, dumped out the warm water, and reloaded the icepack.

Back up the stairs again, he followed through on the treatment he said he'd do for her ankle. Before applying the ointment, he examined the swelling, and it seemed a little less puffy, though the bruising was beginning to show up in all its technicolor glory. He gently rubbed the cream in, watching for signs he was hurting her, but it seemed he did a better job today, as there was no flinching at all. He wrapped the ankle and sat back. He was relieved his erection had calmed during the process.

"Could you get me the tracksuit again?" she asked.

He did, and helped her get the pants on. As she put the jacket on, he got her the phone handset.

"Do you know where McCleary's pharmacy is?" she asked. He nodded, so she called and spoke to the pharmacist to let them know David was running this errand for her. He stuffed his wallet and keys into his pocket.

"Okay, they're expecting you. Can you take me down to the kitchen before you go?" she asked, and got a nod.

He scooped her up in his arms and gently carried her downstairs, stopping by the washroom to let her go before he left. He set her up in a chair in the breakfast nook, with her foot resting on a second chair. He got her the phone handset and her tablet so she could catch up on the news while he was out on the errand.

"Oh! Could you turn the radio on? It's there on the counter. I don't like a silent house," she said.

He nodded and pressed its power button. Soft music began to fill the room.

"I'll try to get back as quickly as I can," he said.

"Thank you," she replied, noticing he hesitated with a concerned look on his face. That brought another smile to hers. "Go! I'll be fine here until you get back."

He nodded and headed out.

Melody relaxed back against her chair and felt a warm glow fill her body. David was such a breath of fresh air for her soul... and libido! She hadn't felt this sexy in years.

That said, she really had to try to get a handle on her behavior. While David indicated he would welcome her attention, she had to be the responsible adult. She was twice his age and married.

Giving herself a shake, she powered up her tablet and pulled up the weather app. It looked like it was going to be another beautiful day. Maybe she could convince David to join her on the patio. He could put lotion on her with his strong hands. Tingles cascaded through her body, then she snorted.

So much for being the responsible one! Shit! That hadn't lasted a minute.

Glancing back at the tablet, she pulled up the weather report for Scottsdale and smirked. There would be record-high temperatures for the next few days. So much for his enjoyable game of golf!

Then she had an unpleasant thought.

What if he decided to come home early?

She dialed his cell before she thought about what she was doing.

After the third ring, he picked up. "What?"

Such a lovely greeting. "I-I just called to see how your golfing weekend was going. I saw the weather was scorching there."

"That's why we're golfing early in the day. Your call is interrupting our game," he said curtly.

"Sorry, I'll let you get back to your play-"

The sound of his phone being fumbled came through the earpiece as his voice moved into the background. "Fuck! You see what I have to deal with? I'm in no hurry to get back to that-" There was a burst of laughter from his friends, and the line went dead.

She stared at the phone as tears threatened to fall. Then came the anger. Fuck him!

She struggled to get her breathing under control as her throat felt tight. She'd had enough. Tuesday morning, she was going to her lawyer's office to file for divorce. She'd given too many good years to that cold fish!

She sat and watched the morning sunlight paint the backyard as she took deep, slow breaths, trying to loosen the knot of tension in her chest. Her mind latched onto the lyrics of the song playing in the background.

"...But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being crude

There must be fifty ways to leave your lover..."

A slow smile spread across her face as she recognized Paul Simon's famous song from 1975, filling her kitchen with its timely message. It suddenly felt like the universe was on her side again. The knot eased, and her calm returned. Now that she'd made a decision to find her own happiness, and had a definite sign the Fates had her back, she felt a sense of... exhilaration? Yes! She was actually excited about what the future might bring. She sat back to enjoy the rest of the song.

Chapter 4

David was on pins and needles. He desperately wanted to get back to Melody. He was worried she might try to move by herself and injure herself even worse.

He also wanted to get back to her as he knew she was wearing those incredibly sexy underthings!

He walked back to the pharmacy counter and presented the form to the pharmacist, Mr. McCleary, behind the counter. "Hi, here's the prescription Mrs. Dawson received from the hospital last night."

"What happened to her?" the older man asked in concern.

"Uh, she was standing on a footstool, fixing some drapes, and fell. She badly sprained her ankle," he explained.

"Poor dear," the man said, then read the script. "Just give me a few minutes." He walked to the back.

David wandered back into the aisles and found himself standing next to the condoms. He suddenly reached out and plucked a twelve-pack of lubricated Trojans, extra-large, from the shelf. He went to the cash and froze as he saw the last person he wanted to see, working as the cashier.

Becca.

Shit.

It was too late to back down as she saw him approaching. Her smile was condescending, but he felt oddly calm.

He suddenly realized how little she meant to him. She'd shown her true self last week, and it wasn't pretty. That just made it easier to ignore her smirk.

"Well, if it isn't David Donkey Balls," she remarked, obviously feeling quite witty.

He put the box of condoms on the counter, and her eyes widened. Then came the shrill laughter. It echoed across the store.

David started to get mad, then his mind flashed to this morning with Melody, a woman who didn't see him as a child but a grown man, who didn't see any fault or flaw in his body but believed it was sexy. What did she call him? Oh yeah. Dreamy.

Suddenly, the opinion of this immature girl didn't matter. His anger dissipated like mist. Becca's opinion no longer had any value. He didn't say anything as he waited for her to stop.

An older woman stepped out of the store's administrative office with a frown of annoyance on her face. David caught her eye, and the woman approached. When Becca saw who was joining them, her laughter choked off abruptly. Interesting.

David spoke to the older woman. "Are your employees always this rude to customers?"

Becca's eyes suddenly narrowed in anger and worry.

"Is there a problem, sir?" the manager asked.

Becca tried to salvage the situation. "This is just David! We go to school together."

The manager looked at David. "You're a friend of Rebecca's?"

David looked at the girl he once fantasized about having as a girlfriend. She'd killed that when she sided with Jeff to ridicule him in front of all of his friends.

"No. She's not a friend."

Becca's eyes flared with desperation and anger as her manager frowned.

"But you know her?" the older woman pressed.

David sighed. "Not at all, it seems. I thought she was better than this, but she's just a disappointment."

"Complete his purchase, with a ten percent discount, then come back to my office." The woman turned to David. "I'm terribly sorry for the rude behavior."

David smiled graciously at the woman. "Thank you."

She returned the smile, and her eyes lingered on his broad chest for just a moment before she turned and rushed back to her office.

Becca was staring daggers at him, but again, she didn't matter. "Don't take all day about it."

"Such a dick," she mumbled.

"Excuse me? Did you say something to me?" David asked politely.

His calm seemed to crack her nerve. "I said you're a dick!" she snapped, a little too loudly, as the manager was still standing in her office doorway. Her frown became a glare.

David reached forward and gently tapped the label on the condom pack. "I'm extra-large."

Her eyes widened, and she involuntarily glanced down at the front of his shorts.

He snorted quietly, and her face burned.

She quickly rang through his purchase, with the discount, and stuffed the box into a shopping bag.

"Thank you," he said as he accepted his change. He saw the unshed tears in her lashes, but she'd brought this grief upon herself. He felt no remorse for her.

He took his bag and walked back to the pharmacy counter, putting Becca out of his mind. He actually felt lighter.

After a short wait, the pharmacist gave him a curious look as he approached. "Everything okay, sir?"

He smiled. "Yes, everything is great... aside from Mrs. Dawson's ankle, that is. Thank you."

The man smiled happily and lifted the envelope containing the bottle of pills. "These will ease her pain as she heals. No more than four a day."

He nodded thoughtfully and accepted the envelope.

"I've added this to her account. Please give my regards to Melody," the man said kindly.

"I will, thank you," he said as he dropped her envelope into his shopping bag.

He walked back to the front door and noted Becca hadn't returned to her cashier station. Probably still getting chewed out.

Outside, he saw a police car parked next to his truck. He saw glass on the ground below his front headlight. He frowned and approached the police car. He stopped when he spotted Becca sitting in the back seat of the cruiser, crying. She busted his headlight?!? He looked at the curb next to his truck and saw the chunk of paving she'd likely used to break it. The police got out of the cruiser.

"Is this your truck?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Would you happen to know why Ms. Langley decided to bust your headlight as I was driving by?" the officer asked.

It was easier to shake his head as the truth was too stupid to repeat.

"I'll need your details," the policeman said, and David dug out his driver's license, registration, and insurance and handed them to the man, who got back into his cruiser.

Ten minutes later, the officer got out and handed the documents back.

"I'm taking care of my neighbor, who injured her ankle. I've been away too long. Can I go?" David asked.

"Yes, sorry, sir. We'll contact you once we've contacted Ms. Langley's parents," the man said.

"Thanks," David said, and quickly got into his truck and drove away.

He'd have to get the headlight fixed soon, and Becca was going to pay for that. He recalled her previously mentioning how strict her parents were. Being driven home by the police was going to top off a shitty day for Becca.

Shortly, he pulled into Melody's driveway. He grabbed his shopping bag and rushed inside.

"I'm back! Sorry it took so long!" he called out.

"I need to use the bathroom!" she called out from the kitchen.

He rushed into the room and tossed the shopping bag onto the table. The condom pack bounced and slid free of the bag.

Melody's eyes locked onto the package and then lifted to see his mortified expression. A smile slipped onto her lips. "I didn't know you were a Boy Scout."

He shook his head in bewildered confusion as he saw her amusement in relief.

"Be prepared."

His face flushed. "I-I don't have any expectations."

She just gave him a knowing smile, so he lifted her in his arms once more and carried her to the bathroom, where he waited for her to do her business.

He returned her to her seat in the kitchen and got her a glass of water so she could take her pill. "No more than four a day," he said earnestly, and she nodded to him with a small smile.

He fidgeted and then pointed to the stove. "Would you like me to make us some breakfast?" He glanced at the clock. "Or brunch, I should say."

"What can you make?" she asked curiously and saw him relax.

He grinned at her. "I have a bunch of dishes Mom taught me how to make. Breakfasts are easy. Eggs and bacon, toast, and juice?"

She nodded to him with a happy grin, so he headed for the fridge to get the ingredients. She had to tell him where her cookware was, and then she watched him occupy himself with the preparation of their meals. She couldn't get over how big he looked standing before her stove.

"How did it go in the pharmacy?" she asked.

"Oh! The pharmacist said he put the prescription on your account and sent his wishes for a speedy recovery," David said over his shoulder.

"Mr. McCleary is such a nice man," Melody agreed.

"I-I bumped into that girl from school I used to like. She was the cashier." He looked over to see Melody watching him with an interested expression. He turned back to the cooking food. "When I went to buy the condoms, she laughed at me, loud enough to bring the store manager out to see what was going on."

Melody's expression became worried. "Mrs. McCleary has no sense of humor. How did that go?"

"Not well for Becca. I got a discount, and I think she might have lost her job. Also, when I left the store, she was in the back of a police car because she broke my truck's headlight in front of the cop. She was obviously too mad to think straight," he sighed.

Melody made a sound of dismay. "Your truck was damaged, running an errand for me! Let me pay-"

"No, that wasn't your fault. Becca will pay for the replacement, or her parents will. I'll take care of it," David said firmly as he transferred the food to the plates. With a satisfied smile, he carried the meals to the table and set hers on the placemat before her. He buttered the toast and poured a small glass of juice for Melody.

They ate their brunch as they appreciated the view outside the kitchen window.

"That's a perfect yard for a pool," David remarked.

Melody nodded. "Yes, but all I got was the patio, and that took years of cajoling." She wanted to change the subject before she got depressed. With the divorce, she was probably going to have to move. "What exam are you studying for?"

"History," he said with a grimace.

She clapped her hands together in delight. She was just a little giddy from the pain meds, which had begun to kick in. "I loved history in high school! I can help you with it if you'd like."

He looked at her gratefully. "Any help I can get would be welcome. Some of it doesn't stick with me. I mean, I've memorized a bunch of stuff and I'll likely get a passing grade, but my parents keep stressing that I need to bring my grade point average up to help me stand out amongst the other students when I graduate."

"I'd love to help you with this. When you're done, why don't you get your books and you can show me what you're struggling with," she suggested.

"Sounds good!" David said and quickly finished up his meal. He cleaned up the dishes and table, then rushed upstairs to get his books.

When he returned, he sat next to Melody and smiled at her as he opened his notes.

They spent the next two hours reviewing the material, and Melody saw where he was stuck. She walked him through it and smiled when she saw the lights come on behind his eyes.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I missed how those events were related!" he gasped.

She smiled. "But you have it now?"

"Yes! Thank you so much!" he exclaimed.

The look of relief on his face was priceless, and Melody giggled.

He looked at her in appreciation. "You've really helped me out here. I want to do something for you now! What would you like to do?"

She looked out at her patio, then had an idea. "Would it be possible to take a swim in your pool?" she asked timidly.

"Sure, but your ankle isn't really up to too much exercise. You'll have to take it easy, like resting on a pool float at most," he said thoughtfully. She nodded with a wide smile.

"I need to get changed into my bathing suit," she said, and watched his face warm up again.

"Sure." He picked her up and carried her upstairs, setting her down on the edge of the bed.

"My bathing suit is in the bathroom on the counter," she said, and he immediately went and brought it back to her. She saw he had a distracted expression as he looked at the suit in his hands, and she wondered if he was recalling her in it the day before. He finally broke free from his daze.

"Do-do you need help?" he asked.

She smiled and nodded, so he helped her stand on one foot while he eased her track pants down. There were those sexy red panties once more. He knelt as he eased the track pants off past her injured ankle. She sat down to free her other foot, which was stuck in her track pants. He folded them neatly as he stood, tossing them to the mattress, his eyes passing over her body. He helped her to her feet once more, then immediately knelt before her as she began to slide the red panties down. He wondered why she hadn't just pushed them down with the track pants. This way was hotter, but he wasn't sure if that was her intent. Then his eyes were trapped by her exposed pussy. She released the panties, and their falling drew his attention down. His eyes flicked back up to her face and saw her smiling at him.

"David, you've seen pictures of naked women before. Likely lots of much younger, beautiful women," she asserted as she sat once again.

He looked at her in surprise. "Y-yes, I've seen pictures. They don't really compare to seeing a beautiful woman in person."

She chuckled at his flattery. "You are such a sweet young man!"

David heard young man and immediately felt like he'd been assigned to the kid's table again. He plucked the panties off the floor and dropped them on the bed as she lifted her feet. He accepted the bikini bottoms from her fingers and slipped them over her feet to slide them up her legs until she could take over. He stood once more, but Melody laid back on the bed and pulled the bikini bottoms up until they reached her ass. She began to struggle, so David put his hands on the back of her knees and pushed, lifting her ass off the bed.

Melody squeaked as she felt his firm grip on her legs, and her mind took her to sexy places as she imagined him forcing her legs back to drive his cock deep inside her wet depths. Her face and chest flushed as she finished pulling the bottoms on.

He gently lowered her legs and spotted the extra heat on her skin. "Sorry! It looked like you needed help."

"No, that was very helpful." She tried to rein in her imagination. Of course, he was just being helpful! "Could you get my wrap from the closet?"

David opened the door, and she guided his hand to the gauzy black jacket she'd wear to hide the sexy bikini when he carried her over her to his backyard. He helped her stand, then she donned the jacket and cinched it closed. The bikini was still partially visible, but it wasn't so obvious.

He looked down at her ankle. "I think we might be able to take the bandage off before we go to the pool." He helped her sit and lifted her leg to the mattress so he could unwrap her ankle. The bruising was just a little darker today, but the swelling definitely looked reduced. He felt it was safe to leave the wrapping off for now.

"Shall we go to the pool?" she asked hopefully. He nodded and scooped her into his arms once more.

She sighed as he carried her down the stairs. He glanced at her content smile. "What?" he asked curiously.

"I could get used to this. I feel truly spoiled."

"Maybe you deserve a little spoiling," he said with a small smile on his lips.

She quickly glanced at him to see if he was teasing, but his expression gave nothing away.

She made him stop on the main floor to collect a beach bag from a cupboard in the kitchen. In this went a beach towel, her sunglasses, her steamy romance novel, and a bottle of sunscreen. He locked the back patio door, then lifted her in his arms once more to carry her to the front door, where she grabbed her keys to lock up the house.

Luckily, they didn't encounter any of their neighbors when he carried her out to the sidewalk, around the hedge, and back into his backyard. He recalled that most of his closest neighbors left town on the long weekend, so they practically had the neighborhood to themselves.

When he reached his backyard, he set her up on a lounge chair under the shade of their pergola. She looked at him in question.

"I have to go upstairs and get my swimsuit on. Then I'll get us set up out here. I won't be long." He turned to leave.

"David?"

He stopped to look back at her and saw she was biting her bottom lip again. That sent a tingle through his sensitive bits. "Yes?"

"Could you wear the blue swimsuit you wore yesterday?"

His mouth opened as he realized she wanted to see him in the tight spandex swimwear. He only wore those when he was alone. He was going to say no, as he was embarrassed, but her sweet little expression of hope derailed his objections. "Okay... fine." She flashed a happy smile at him.

He ran around to the front of the house and let himself inside, locking the door behind himself. He ran upstairs and stripped naked in his room. With a deep breath, he tugged the swimsuit on and looked down at himself with misgivings. "She said I was dreamy," he sighed to himself to gain enough self-confidence to go outside... with her... wearing this. He knew she'd seen him naked, but somehow the tight material showing his contours was like... a sexy tease.

David didn't want to leave her alone too long, so he grabbed a beach towel from the linen closet, a bottle of sunblock from the bathroom cabinet, and ran back downstairs to the kitchen to unlock the patio doors. He stepped outside, and her smile just got wider.

"Mmm, David! You have an amazing body, and that swimsuit looks really good on you! This is so much better than those baggy shorts!" Melody purred.

He blushed and smiled self-consciously at her, then he felt the tingles begin as he saw where her eyes were lingering. He forced his mind away from that for the moment.

"W-would you like to have dinner with me here tonight? I can make Spaghetti Bolognese for us."

Melody's eyes twinkled with delight. "Ooo! That sounds delightful! It's a date!" She chuckled quietly at the flush that rose on his face.

He nodded, then stepped back inside the house to pull a package of chopped meat from the freezer to thaw. He quickly confirmed he had the rest of the ingredients, but realized he should pick up a baguette. He could pop over to the grocery store for that later. Maybe he'd pick up the replacement headlight on the way back.

David rejoined Melody and carried one of the lounge chairs and her beach towel from the shade to a sunny spot next to the pool. He placed the towel over the chair, then moved Melody to that chair. Finally, he carried over another lounge chair for himself and draped his towel over it.

Before he could sit down, Melody caught his attention. "We need to get some lotion on you!"

He caught the twinkle in her eye, so he nodded slowly. "As long as I may return the favor."

Melody grinned and nodded. "But you first. Your skin looks like it might burn faster than mine."

He nodded wearily. "Yeah, I burn pretty quickly."

At her direction, he carefully sat on the edge of her chair and sighed as he felt her soft hands massage the sunblock into his skin, starting at the back of his neck, moving over his shoulders and down his back.

"Your back is so broad and feels so powerful!" Melody purred then sighed.

David paused as he suddenly recognized the sound he'd heard the previous day, just before she screamed. "Umm, Melody?"

Her hands were approaching the top of his butt, and tingles were racing through her body. "Hmmm?"

"Can you tell me now what you were doing yesterday before you fell?" he asked cautiously. Her hands stopped and lifted from his skin as he turned to see the red on her face. She bit her plump lower lip as her brown eyes examined his face. She finally nodded. "After my husband left, I was in that big empty house feeling lonely, so I made a drink and went outside to relax and read my steamy paperback. I got a little excited. When I went inside, I heard you working on the lawn. I was still... horny, so I went upstairs to watch you work as I... touched myself."

He nodded as his memories lined up with her explanation. "I heard sounds like a woman's sighs, and I started to get excited, too, but I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from. I had to adjust myself in my swimsuit, then I heard you scream."

"And the rest is history!" she joked, but he could see she was embarrassed.

"Thank you for telling me. Sorry to put you on the spot, but I was sure I heard something yesterday. Sound plays tricks when it comes to direction, so I couldn't be sure."

Melody looked around his backyard and realized, aside from the view from the window of her guest room bedroom, there was complete privacy from all sides, due to the fence and trees surrounding the property.

"I didn't know women did that," he said, drawing her attention back to him.

Melody snorted in surprise, then grinned at him. "Of course, women do that. We're every bit as interested in sex as men are."

David's eyebrows rose. "That doesn't seem possible. I seem to think about it all the time. So do all the guys I hang out with—" His face dropped as he recalled how they'd shown their true colors with their laughter. "Used to hang out with." He felt a gentle hand land on his arm. He looked into her sympathetic eyes.

"The girls I go to school with don't seem interested at all!" he continued.

"Oh, David..." Melody began to chuckle as he pulled her hand back to pick up her bottle of sunscreen from her bag. She started applying the lotion to her skin. "Trust me when I say that couldn't be further from the truth. Certainly, some are less interested than others, but all that's missing is the confidence to express their true desires. Confidence is the missing component. It's also damn sexy!"

It was David's turn to snort. "Confidence is the one thing none of us has."

She nodded then shrugged. "It comes with experience."

"Catch 22. We don't that either," David replied as he began to add sunblock to his face and worked downward. He couldn't help watching Melody running her hands over her chest and down her stomach. He glanced up and saw she was watching him with a little smile on her lips, as his hands had paused their efforts to apply his lotion. He refocused his attention on the task at hand and completed the application on his body. He wiped his palms off against his towel.

"Time for me to apply lotion to your back," he said with a smile as he saw Melody had reached her toes. He caught a look of excitement flash across her face before she schooled her expression. She carefully rearranged herself on the lounge to lie down on her stomach. David helped her drop the back of the chair to make it flat.

When he turned back to look at her while she stretched out, he sucked in a quick breath when he saw that her G-string completely exposed her ass.

"Something wrong, David?" she asked cautiously. He saw her look over her shoulder at him with concern in her lovely eyes.

"NO! I mean-no, nothing's wrong. It's incredible— there... there isn't much material to your bikini bottoms. I didn't get this good a look before."

"Oh! Thank you, David," Melody said happily, as her skin flushed.

He did his best to ignore how hard his cock was as he squirted lotion onto his hands and rubbed them together.

David placed his hands on Melody's shoulders and felt her jump slightly. She relaxed as he began to massage the lotion into her skin.

"Ooo, David! That feels so good!" she purred as he used his thumbs to knead the tightness from her shoulder muscles. He added lotion when needed and worked his way across her shoulders, down each arm, right to her fingers, then moved back up to begin on her back.

David's hands moved almost without his conscious control, because these movements had become automatic from hundreds of repeat performances. He'd often practiced giving his mom therapeutic massages to help her when she got home from work. He couldn't get over how tight his mom's muscles were after her workday. Something or someone at her office made the environment toxic, and she carried a lot of stress in her body. Again, not every day, but often.

He remembered how unhappy she used to be the year before he'd started high school. She'd gone back into the workforce, and their happy home life wasn't quite so happy anymore.

After he began bulking up his muscles with football and suffered a few minor injuries, he developed an interest in the field of physiotherapy. Until he could get a real education for this, he'd gone online to research massage techniques.

There was only so much he could do on his own muscles, so when he needed someone else to practice on, he'd asked his mom when she got home from work. She'd resisted the first few times he'd asked, but he could see she was in pain, so he was persistent.

After the first session, her attitude underwent a complete transformation, and she became a willing volunteer. Her mood improved so much, and Dad was happier, too! After her massage, Mom was always eager for Dad's return from work so they could have their alone time. David recalled it was roughly around then that his mom started teaching him to cook so he could make dinner.

He'd asked his mom if she wanted him to train Dad in the techniques, but she claimed his Dad's hands were smaller and not as strong as his. David had felt pretty proud of that. He remained her massage therapist, and life at home became sweeter for everyone.

"OHHHHHHHhhhhh... fuck!" she gasped.

He jolted out of his memories at her cry. His hands were presently massaging Melody's ass muscles. He frowned and looked at her face as she desperately looked back over her shoulder at him. There was no question she was rocking through an intense orgasm, but he couldn't understand how she'd managed that from a therapeutic massage. His fingers weren't even close to her pussy.

He lifted his hands.

"No! Please, don't stop!" she cried, and his hands immediately returned to her lightly padded yet firm muscles to squeeze and knead them in his strong hands once more.

"YYYYEEESSSS!!!!" Melody gasped as her body shook and trembled.

David added a little more lotion with one hand, but his aim was off, and the drip landed directly between her ass cheeks. He dropped the bottle and slipped a finger down to catch the drop, pressing his finger-pad firmly against her twitching asshole, dipping just below the surface.

Melody exhaled explosively as her entire body spasmed and slumped against the cushions.

David's scalp tingled oddly as it felt like his hair was standing on end. A shock went through him as he realized what he'd just pressed his finger against. He yanked his finger back and carefully moved to look at Melody's face. She seemed to be sleeping. He moved closer and heard her soft breathing. He allowed himself to relax, then quickly finished applying the lotion to her legs, skipping the massage.

He sat on the edge of his lounge chair and watched Melody relax. He frowned again and waited for her to wake. He'd have to apologize for the unwanted touch in that most private place. What he really wanted to know was why she reacted that way to the massage.

Melody suddenly snorted softly and twitched. She made a low purring sound that stretched out as she slowly lowered her limbs.

David knelt next to her chair, where he could see her face. "Melody? Are you feeling okay?"

"Daaaavvviiiiddd, I feel wonderful!" she sighed.

He blushed and cleared his throat. "Sorry for touching your bum hole."

Her eyes widened as she held his gaze. "Is... Is that what you did at the end?" She suddenly snickered at her choice of words.

He couldn't speak, so he just nodded as his cheeks burned.

She looked away as she seemed to be thinking. Finally, she looked back at him. "I've never considered playing with my bum, but I think I'll need to rethink that. It was incredible!"

David didn't think his face could get any hotter, but he was wrong.

Melody tried to sit up, and David once again helped her get settled on the chair with the back tilted up enough so she could relax or read her book.

Once she was set, he cleared his throat again. He still had questions. "Why did you react like that to a therapeutic massage?"

Melody's eyes locked on his, and she saw he was serious. "Where did you learn how to give massages?" she asked instead of answering.

"I'm self-taught. I watched internet videos on therapeutic massage, and I give my mother a massage when she comes home from work... most days. She's... never reacted like you just did."

Melody glanced at David's concerned eyes. So, Jackie was getting a massage like this frequently? Melody found it very doubtful that the mother wasn't getting charged up by her son's strong and sensual touch. Taboo aside, intense physical stimulus overwhelms moral codes any day. There were definitely elements of his technique that were curative, but David must have accidentally mixed in some sensual massage videos with his lessons.

Jackie must be disguising her true reaction to his massage. Melody assumed David's father, Keith, was the lucky beneficiary of that. This might explain why they still looked at each other with such love.

Melody stifled a snort and hid her mischievous grin as she owed her neighbors the courtesy of preserving their happy fun times. She wasn't going to ruin it for them. David would also be happier if he remained unaware of his effect on his mother.

"Sorry, I-I must have reacted like that way because I've been starving for physical contact for so long," Melody blurted, then winced as her quick answer struck too close to home.

David looked at her in surprise, then shook his head in wonder. "I don't understand your husband at all. You're so beautiful, your skin is so wonderfully soft, and your body—" He looked away in embarrassment. After a moment, he continued. "How could he not want to touch you? What's wrong with him?"

Melody flashed a wide smile at David as she felt another wave of joy sweep through her at his words. "You are such a charming y—man!" She caught herself this time. She had to stop emphasizing his age. It made her feel old, and she was sure he didn't appreciate it either. Didn't all young men want to be thought of as adults? She knew young women did. "You definitely know how to make a woman feel good about herself."

He looked down and shook his head gently. "No, I'm still a novice at this. I'm willing to learn, though." He caught her eyes with just the hint of hope in his.

As they gazed at each other, a thrill rushed through her body. She wasn't sure if it was the pill's doing, but she was feeling so much more relaxed about talking to him like this. Was he suggesting she could teach him? She liked that idea very much. She couldn't hide her excited smile, which found a match on his face as he saw she wasn't rejecting the idea.

"Have you been on many dates, David?" she asked.

He dipped his face down and shook his head. "I haven't been on any. I've been too nervous they would reject me when they saw my... condition."

Melody gave him a gentle smile. "That's the first misconception you need to lose. There is nothing unappealing about your condition. Your lack of body hair doesn't detract from the fact that you have a beautiful physique. Your muscles are well-defined and strong. Some might initially feel a little intimidated by your endowment, but you have a gentle touch, and I assume you can be patient. More importantly, on a first date, you probably shouldn't be in a hurry to get further than the all-important good night kiss."

David grinned at her and nodded. "I suppose dropping my clothes on the first date would be rushing things."

Melody laughed and nodded. "Just a little." She watched David for a moment, and he seemed to be comfortable with her. That was good. "How do you feel right now?"

He paused to think about that. "I feel... good? Relaxed. You're easy to talk to, but then my big secret is already behind us."

"A secret whose significance was perhaps inflated in your mind?" she suggested.

He shrugged self-consciously. "With no other perspective but my own, how could I know?"

She nodded appreciatively. "That was very insightful."

"Well, I am more than a jock," he said with a pleased smile.

"Noted. Let's get back to my point. You said you're relaxed. That's an excellent state to be in on a date. When you're relaxed, your confidence is easier to see. You smile more," Melody suggested.

"Back to confidence, how am I supposed to build this?" he said in exasperation.

"You have it now. You're talking to me, completely at ease."

He blinked at her. "Okaaay, but that's now. Let's say I'm on a date, and we sit down to talk at dinner. How do I remain relaxed if she's not you?"

Melody smiled at his indirect compliment. "You borrow the confidence from now. You recall how it was to speak with me, and you let that calm fill you then. This is just an experience. Experience gives you confidence, and it can be used as a template for future experiences," Melody pointed out.

David paused to think about that. "I hadn't thought of it like that. But... the new experience will contain new elements: a different woman, a different setting, and different topics of conversation. Expectations!"

"Of course, it'll be different, but you only need to borrow a little from the previous experience. Confidence. This conversation is working out really well. You've demonstrated you're smart, articulate, and easy to talk to as well. I can easily see you doing just as well in the conversation you'll have on this future date. If you'd like, we can pretend dinner tonight is a real date. I'll switch up the topics we talk about, and we'll see how you do." She raised a brow in challenge.

David's smile slowly grew, and he nodded. "Deal!" He stood and walked to the edge of the pool. "I'm going to do some laps. If you'd like to take a swim after that, I'll bring you in."

She nodded happily.

He turned, dove into the cool water, and stayed under the surface until he'd almost reached the other end. He came up for a breath and swam a few more strokes before twisting and kicking off the side of the pool to head back. He got into the rhythm and managed ten laps before he had to stop and cling to the lip of the pool, panting.

Melody grinned at him. "You did very well! I don't think I could manage that many laps before stopping. Are you on the swim team, too?"

He snorted quietly. "I don't have the right build to be a competitive swimmer. Those guys are really strong, but they don't have the bulk of muscles as I do. They cut through the water much more easily," he explained.

He gave her a nod as he moved to the corner of the pool to climb the steps. When he was out, he ran his hands over his head to squeeze the water from his hair.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Melody biting her bottom lip as she admired his physique. "Would you like to go for a swim? And by swim, I mean light exercise with no kicking," he suggested. "In fact, let me get you a float." He turned and went to the shed. He pulled out something that looked like a recliner with a built-in headrest. It was made of transparent plastic in a rainbow of colors. David topped up its air and dropped it in the pool.

He carried Melody over to the steps and slowly descended into the water. The shallow end allowed him to hold her above the surface. "Would you like a dip in the water before I put you on the float?"

"Yes, please," she said with a nod.

"Slow or fast? Just to your neck or all the way under?"

Melody grinned at him and nodded bravely. "Fast and all the way under."

He returned the grin. "Three, two, one, down!"

David smoothly and quickly dropped to one knee to take her below the surface. As he stood, the water rushed off her body, and he caught a glimpse of her breasts once more. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see his gaze.

He walked over to the float and placed Melody on its surface. She was then able to use both hands to push her hair back and to wipe the water from her face.

She smiled self-consciously at him. "I look like a mess now, don't I."

David shook his head. "No, you still look beautiful." Her joy at hearing his words washed away the worry from her expression.

"A woman likes to hear those words from time to time," she sighed.

"If you haven't lately, that's on him," David growled and suddenly ducked under the water to begin swimming for the other end of the pool.

Melody used her hands to turn herself on the float so she could see him swimming away. She thought about David's words and realized he was right. Right up until yesterday morning, she'd been doing her damnedest to rekindle the passion in their marriage. Still, she was finally recognizing she was the only one willing to make an effort. She freely admitted that she was currently enjoying the attention of this much younger man. However, none of this would have happened if her husband had shown the slightest interest in her. Her earlier words about starving for physical contact suddenly surfaced once more.

But she was married.

She gently swirled her fingers in the water to keep her facing David as he returned to doing laps in the pool. Seeing his muscles bunch and flex was doing things to her, but she found herself once more wondering if she should be enjoying the attention of this much younger man. Her emotions began to derail as the medication nudged her off balance. Once her mood started to slide, she couldn't stop.

David surfaced close by and felt relieved that his erection had finally settled down. He wiped the water from his face and paused when he spotted the expression of shame on Melody's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" she asked quietly, her voice wobbling.

David's eyebrows rose in surprise. "No! Where did that come from?"

"What we did... earlier in the shower. That makes me a cheater, doesn't it? A dirty, cheating slut!" she exclaimed as her bottom lip began to tremble.

David stood and quickly moved to stand next to her. He took her hand in his. "Absolutely not! I-I think you're just lonely."

Melody nodded quickly as the tears started. Her eyes closed as she began to cry, her emotions swamping her.

She felt David's big hands sliding into her armpits, then he was pulling her from the float to hug her against his broad chest, his powerful arms wrapping around her as he tucked her head against his neck. She felt her body start to relax against his thick muscles. She felt... petite in his arms. He was so strong, and she felt so safe.

He moved his mouth closer to her ear and spoke softly. "I don't think you're a bad person. From what you've told me, your husband has been ignoring and neglecting you. He's a jerk for doing that. No one deserves to be treated that way. I think you've been lonely for too long." David sighed. "For the life of me, I can't understand how he could treat you like that. I've had a great time getting to know you. You're so easy to talk to. You're smart, funny, and kind." Her tears and trembling were slowing, and he was becoming aware of how good she felt in his arms. He knew this was the wrong time to bring that to her attention. "You're going to be okay."

"Thank you, David," she sighed against his shoulder. "Sorry. The pain pills make me a little emotional."

He smiled at her, then, on impulse, he kissed her on the top of her head.

Melody hugged him a little tighter, and he did the same. She realized she hadn't been embraced for a long time. It felt so good!

Finally, she gave a final sniff and released her grip on him, so he moved back a little. "Would you like to go back on the float?" he asked.

She thought about that and realized she was becoming fatigued by the emotional pendulum she seemed to be on. She shook her head. "Actually, I think I'm done in the water. I'd like to lie down on the lounge chair, please."

He scooped her up once more and carried her to her lounge chair. He gently set her down, and she sighed as the hot sun warmed her. She dug her sunglasses from her bag, then rested back as she watched David return from the house with his sunglasses on. He stretched out on his chair as she once again admired the contours of his cock against the tight fabric. It didn't look as big now, so it must have calmed down. That took her mind to another question.

"David? How do you dress at school?"

He looked over at her. "This time of year? My cargo shorts or track shorts."

"They're baggy and hide the size of your cock and balls?" she asked with slightly glassy eyes.

He just nodded, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. He wondered if this conversation had anything to do with the pill she took.

"You need to own that. As long as you're hiding and uncomfortable about yourself, they have a way to get to you." She nodded emphatically.

He blinked at her. "So... you expect me to wear something like this to school?" he said, gesturing to his tight swimsuit.

Her eyes gleamed just a little brighter as the image passed through her mind, then she shook her head. "No, that would get you in trouble with the teachers. All I'm suggesting is you wear clothes that have a reasonable amount of room for comfort but are still flattering. Something that showcases your capabilities without being too obvious about it. Most importantly, you have to change your attitude about yourself. Be proud of your body. You have reason to be. You worked hard to build your muscles, plus you have something special for the ladies."

"You said some will be intimidated by it. That's not a treat. If I wear pants that show the size of my junk, I'm gonna frighten women away," he asserted.

Melanie nodded. "Your size may indeed put some off, but I guarantee you, more will be intrigued. Everything depends on your attitude and confidence."

David sighed. "And we're back to confidence."

She grinned at him. "I truly don't think you need to worry about that. We're having a first date tonight. I'll take you through it. By the end of the night, you'll have all the tools you need to navigate that important first impression successfully."

David gave her a grateful smile, and she beamed a happy smile back at him.

"After we're finished lounging at the pool, I want you to show me what outfits you own," she asserted.

He raised an eyebrow then nodded to her. She smiled and rested back against the chair to relax. She was so looking forward to their date.

For now, though, the pill was taking her off to a happy place. Before she fell asleep, she had a moment where she realized how much happier she was now than she'd been in a very long time.

Chapter 5

"Melody? Hey, it's time to go in. I have to start preparing dinner."

She felt herself drifting upwards, but she felt so comfortable. She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but the dizziness from the pill had definitely worn off. She still felt no pain in her ankle, so she was grateful for that.

"Mel-o-dy... Mel-o-dy... Hey, sleeping beauty!" David said softly from close by, causing a zing to shoot through her body.

A wicked thought popped into her head, and before she could think it through, she pursed her lips like she was the princess waiting for her true love's kiss.

She heard a soft chuckle, then lips pressed against hers. That sent lightning racing through her nerves. She sucked in a breath unconsciously, and her eyes popped open to see David pulling back with a nervous smile.

She was surprised he'd taken the liberty, but she couldn't be angry as she'd practically dared him to do it. Besides, she'd enjoyed it. "Well! That was a delightful way to wake up!" she purred, and David's unease melted away as his cheeks pinked up at his audacity. She couldn't stop smiling. She also couldn't remember the last time she'd been awakened so sweetly. Her body was tingling.

"I have to start preparing the sauce for dinner, so I thought we could go inside. Then I can show you my clothes." She noted he was back in his baggy shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. So that happened while she was sleeping.

"I'd like to get changed, too. I also have to use the washroom," she said plaintively.

David quickly tucked her stuff into her beach bag, then lifted her in his arms. They quickly made their way back to her house, and he immediately took her upstairs to the master bedroom washroom.

"While I do my thing in here, please select a bra and some panties for me," she said with a mischievous smile.

He grinned and closed the bathroom door on his way out. He walked over to the dresser and opened the drawer, feeling like a pirate opening a treasure chest. This time, he selected an ivory satin bra and matching panties that had soft lace along the openings.

She called to him through the door. "David, could I get your help with another shower? Perhaps, just a shower this time? I mean, we're going to have a first date tonight. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves."

He forced down his disappointment and nodded to himself. "Sure," he called out.

"I'm ready."

He opened the bathroom door with her bra and panties in hand. Melody was gloriously naked once more and smiled sweetly at him. Her eyes twinkled happily when she saw his new selections.

"You have excellent taste in lingerie," she purred.

"Honestly, there isn't anything in that drawer that isn't going to look damn sexy on you and take my breath away," he admitted, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Her smile was a delighted one. She looked at his shorts. "You've already taken a shower?"

David shook his head. "I just pulled my shorts over my swimsuit." He proceeded to strip his clothes off as Melody watched him with interest. Sure enough, by the time he was fully naked, his cock was hard as iron.

"I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing that," Melody sighed.

This time, they refrained from touching each other outside of her being carried into the shower. It didn't matter to David's erection, though. It retained its rigidity throughout their activities.

After they dried off, David chose to forgo putting the swimwear back on and just tucked himself into his shorts carefully.

"Commando is a good look for you," Melody teased.

"Noted," David remarked dryly as he finally managed to seal himself away. Melody giggled at his look of mild discomfort.

As he watched her slip on her panties and bra, he had to make adjustments to his shorts to relieve the pinching due to how suggestive her movements had become. Suddenly, he realized she was doing that on purpose. "Hey!"

Melody's delighted laughter somewhat eased his annoyance at being teased. "No fair!" he said with a pout.

She gave him a small smile. "I'm sorry, David. It's just so thrilling and refreshing to have someone appreciate how I look. I can't help myself!"

He snorted with mild frustration, then sighed. "How can I not appreciate this!" he exclaimed, gesturing to her body in its sexy lingerie.

She put her hands on her cheeks as she grinned. Her face felt hot, and those muscles ached. She hadn't smiled so much in such a long time. She admitted she was getting a little drunk on it. "Time to get dressed."

He brought her back into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed, where she could direct him to select her clothes in the closet. She chose a red silk blouse and a tight black skirt. To finish off the outfit, open-toed red pumps with three-inch heels. David slipped the shoes on her feet and then stood back to appreciate the complete outfit.

"Wow... you're a knockout!" he said in admiration.

"Thank you, kind sir. Now, there was a dinner you mentioned?" she said with a coy smile.

He nodded and lifted her in his arms. The soft silk of her top felt very good, but he realized how mismatched their outfits were. He wondered if he had any clothes that would make him look half as good.

Melody caught his concerned expression. "What's wrong?"

He gave her a weak smile. "I don't think I have any clothes for tonight's date that could possibly complement how great you look in yours!"

"David, I think you're handling the complimenting quite well without the clothes—" she froze as she heard her own words. "I mean—"

He burst into laughter at her slightly flustered expression.

She gave him a cute pout as she collected her purse, and they left the house. "You know what I mean." She locked up, and he walked her over to his place.

"I'll show you what I mean once I get the sauce simmering," he said with a small smile.

Melody sat on a chair in the kitchen as David collected the ingredients for the Bolognese sauce. He fried and drained the chopped meat, then began dicing the garlic and fresh basil.

As he worked, Melody asked him about his high school years and the group he'd recently freed himself from.

He admitted that throughout the years in high school, he'd been a silent follower in his group. They accepted him because he played football with them, and he was big and strong, but his condition, which the guys witnessed in the showers, always made them a little uneasy. He never joined in on their gossiping or mean-spirited pranks against other students, but then, he never tried to stop them, either. He just coasted along.

That was until the day he decided to approach Becca and ask her for a date.

How the group turned on him so quickly and viciously was both eye-opening and hurtful.

The first had been brief, but the result was a complete break from their group for David. He'd had as much as he could take from them.

Sensing a downturn in David's mood, Melody changed the topic to ask him about his home life with his brother and sister. He admitted he wasn't so close to his brother, who seemed to go out of his way to annoy him. He got along much better with Suzanne, though he wasn't terribly close to her either, as she seemed shy.

He talked about his parents and how rough it had been at first when his mom had been forced to go back to work. He looked at her. "She comes home from work with tight muscles and the beginnings of a tension headache. Not every day, but several times a week. I'm unsure whether it's someone poisoning the work environment or the work itself. I just know she isn't happy. That made everyone unhappy for a while... until I learned how to give her a massage." He smiled to himself. "She taught me how to cook, in exchange, so I can make dinners while she and Dad have some private time. I keep my brother and sister from disturbing them during that time, as well."

Melody struggled to keep her expression neutral as she imagined Jackie and Keith enjoying their private time inspired by their son. Their oldest boy was a real treasure for them.

"It's a really nice thing you're doing for your parents. Taking responsibility for making dinner takes a load off Jackie's mind," she said as she imagined where she might be getting a load of a different kind.

David smiled happily. "I love them. They're great parents and have been supportive of me my whole life. If I can give something back, that makes me feel good, too," he said proudly.

"You know, David, demonstrating your cooking prowess is an excellent way to ensure a successful first date. I can't think of anything hotter!" Melody pointed out.

He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really? Huh. Give me a sec."

He moved to a far cabinet and collected something before stepping out of the kitchen. Moments later, he stepped back into the room, wearing only a frilly apron. He went back to the counter and continued working while Melody burst into delighted laughter. He turned his face to her with a small smile. "I think you stand corrected."

She clapped and continued to laugh for a moment. "Oh, my god! You're right! This is much hotter!" She shook her head in wonder. "I will suggest, though, that this is more of a third date outfit than a first."

David nodded thoughtfully as he worked. "Noted. Should I switch back?"

"No! No, it's fine for now," she was quick to say as she enjoyed seeing David's bare ass exposed.

Once David got everything into the saucepot and had it simmering, he put a large pot of water on a second burner for when he was ready. He'd turn the burner on when he was prepared to make the pasta.

"Are you prepared to see my closet of shame?" he asked with a grin.

"Lead on!" she said with a smile. David lifted her and took her into his room.

"No race car bed!" she said with glee.

He couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Ha, so funny," he said with a wry grin. "You have to admit, you can see why your bed is so much better than mine."

She nodded as she visually compared the bed to his body. "I'm amazed you fit on this!"

He sighed as he sat her down on its edge. "That's just it, I don't fit. Apparently, a new bed isn't in the budget, and my room really isn't large enough to add a larger one." He sighed again. "I'll be living at home while I'm in college, so I have another four or five years of this."

She gave him a sympathetic look, which was a little embarrassing, so he walked to his closet and opened it up. He stood aside and gestured to the clothes inside. "As you can see, I have an extensive collection of t-shirts." He pointed to the shelf above the shirts. "Shorts and jeans up here." He pushed the t-shirts to the side. "I do have a small selection of button-down shirts— Oh! I have the suit Mom bought me for Uncle Dale's funeral last year." He pulled the suit bag out of the closet.

Melody clapped her hands together lightly in delight. "Let's see it on you."

David looked to her with a concerned expression. "I'm bigger this year than I was then. Not sure if it will fit."

She made shooing motions to make him go into the washroom to try it on.

A crooked little smile appeared on David's face as he recalled a certain lovely lady teasing him. He turned his back on Melody, hung the garment bag on the back of his closet door, and unzipped it slowly. He then reached back and undid the ties on his apron, letting them drop to hang down next to his legs. He turned to face her, seeing that her eyes were wide, and her smiling mouth was slightly parted. He gave her a coy little smile as he moved his hands to his waist. He slowly began gathering up the fabric in his hands. The bottom hem of the apron slowly rose up his legs, closer and closer to his resting cock. For once, he wasn't hard and pointing at the sky, but this play was starting a slow tingle.

Just as the dark tip came into view and Melody began to make happy noises, David turned his back to her again. She made a frustrated little squeak then chuckled as she realized she'd received the same treatment she'd dished out to him.

He lifted the apron up and over his head. He moved it to his right hand, then held it out to the side and dropped it to the floor.

David could hear her giggling, so he slowly did a few bodybuilder poses to let her see his back, ass, and leg muscles flexing. He peeked over his shoulder with a grin and saw she was squirming as she bit her lip. That sight sent a zing to his cock, so he did his best to calm himself. He knew he'd have to somehow get the pants on, and an erection would make that so much more difficult.

He faced the suit bag and took a few calming breaths until the tingles subsided. He pulled out the jacket and set it aside on his desk, then he reached into the bag and pulled out the black dress shirt. It was tailored, which made him wonder if there was any chance.

David eased himself into the shirt and noted it felt just a little snug. He recalled it being a bit loose, as his mom had overestimated his size when she bought it. Now, it fit better, as long as he didn't flex too much. He did the buttons up and noticed the neck wasn't going to close, so he left the top few buttons

It was long, so the tails hid half of his dangling cock. He turned to face Melody and heard her gasp slightly before he turned his back on her once more. He heard her moan quietly, and that brought a grin to his face.

He pulled the slacks from the bag and recalled that the fabric was stretchy. He decided to go commando, so he stepped into one leg, then the other. He looked over his shoulder at Melody as he slowly pulled the pants up his legs.

When he reached his ass, he tucked his relaxed cock into the left pant leg. It was a little snug, but not too uncomfortable due to the stretch. He stuffed the tails of the shirt in, then zipped up the fly and fastened the button. Lastly, he threaded the leather belt through the loops on the pants and closed it comfortably, as the pants were a little tight in the waist. He looked down at his pants, and the dark fabric did a reasonably good job at disguising his contours. He'd never worn anything this snug before.

David turned and approached Melody. "What do you think?"

"I think your striptease was wickedly delicious! I also think you look amazing in a dress shirt and pants. This is how you should be dressing for school! You would show up everyone!" She gestured for him to get closer, then loosely rolled back his sleeves to mid-forearm. His arms looked so powerful in the shirt.

Who was she kidding? She was tingling madly, sitting on his bed in his bedroom. It wouldn't take much more to push her tingles over the top and into a full-blown orgasm. He was so damn sexy, she wanted him so badly!

She squeaked in surprise when his cellphone suddenly began to ring. He picked it up from his desk and saw a familiar number. He glanced over at Melody.

"Hi, Mom!"

"How's my big boy?" Jackie's happy voice came through loud and clear.

"I'm doing really well. Are you guys having fun?" he asked.

"So much! The Clarks are such a crazy bunch, and the Parsons are so much fun. I'm so sorry you couldn't join us this year." He could hear her genuine regret in her voice.

"It's okay, Mom, I understand. Besides Mel— Mrs. Dawson really helped me with the history homework! She's an awesome teacher! The stuff I was stuck on now makes sense to me. I'm gonna ace that exam, and I'll make you proud of me!"

There was silence from the other end of the phone. He could hear the noises of the campground, but his mom wasn't making any sounds. "Mom?"

"Baby, I'm already so very proud of you!" she finally said, and he heard the emotion in her voice.

He smiled. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He started to hear sniffling sounds on the phone. "Are you crying? There's no crying! There's no crying in theme park campgrounds!" he exclaimed incredulously.

Jackie's tears burst into a happy laugh as her son paraphrased a line from their favorite Tom Hanks movie. They loved to watch movies together, his mom resting back against his larger body on the couch, and A League of Their Own was one they returned to again and again.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful son?" she said, giggling into the phone as David smiled at Melody from his side.

"Must have been the same thing I did to get you as a mom," he shot back.

"Enough! You're gonna make me all weepy again. Listen! Listen, how is Melody doing? Are you taking good care of her?" she asked insistently.

"Yes, Mom. We are getting along really well. It's so nice to have her company this weekend. Her ankle is healing up really well. I think another day of staying off of it should have it healed up well enough for her to be able to get around on her own."

There was a pause. "How has she been getting around now?" Jackie asked.

"I carry her. She's not allowed to put any weight on it. The swelling is going down with the icepack treatments, the anti-inflammation ointment, and the tensor bandage. But not putting any weight on the ankle is what's making the biggest difference," he explained enthusiastically. He noticed Melody gesturing to him to give her the cell.

"Oh, she'd like to speak to you. Hang on," he said and handed her the cell.

"Jackie?" Melody asked.

"Hi, Melody? How are you feeling?" the mother asked, and Melody heard the edge in her voice. A mother's intuition and her protectiveness for her son were flaring. She'd have to be very careful.

"My ankle is feeling much better. The painkillers David picked up for me from the pharmacy this morning are really helping, as well. Listen, I want to thank you for offering his help this weekend. Being alone and injured would have been a disastrous combination."

"I'm so glad David was able to come to your rescue. He tells me he's been carrying you—"

She knew she had to get ahead of this immediately, so she interrupted her friend. "David is remarkably strong, and there are so many stairs in my home. He's been a lifesaver! He's also quite a cook! He made us breakfast this morning, and he's making dinner tonight. He tells me you taught him how to cook. You are so lucky to have such a responsible son!"

"Oh, yes! He's wonderful in the kitchen!" Jackie blurted happily.

"My son left the nest a while ago, but I understand you'll have David around while he's going to university to become a physiotherapist," she said, and suddenly felt something twist in her heart. She realized she was jealous. After the divorce, she would be completely alone. That didn't change her mind about following through, but it shone a stark light on her future.

"We're happy he's chosen to go to a local college, as well. Does your son not come to visit?" Jackie asked.

"With him being stationed overseas, he doesn't get many opportunities," Melody said quietly. She didn't tell Jackie that her son chose to remain overseas instead of returning home during the last three times he'd had leave. He'd told her he was no longer comfortable at home as he could no longer relate to their world.

Like father, like son.

Jackie heard her pain and wasn't sure what to say. David came to the rescue. "I need to pick up something for dinner, so I'm going to take the phone back and say my goodnights to my mom," he said, speaking loudly enough for his mom to hear. Melody handed him the cell.

"Okay, Mom? I gotta go. Have fun tomorrow! Say hello to Cindy Parsons for me," he said.

"Would you like to say hello yourself? She's right here at my elbow," Jackie said, and the cell was fumbled over to the young woman.

"Hello, David?"

He froze, then forced himself to speak. "Hi, Cindy. Sorry, I couldn't be there with you this year."

"A-actually, it might be a blessing in disguise."

He paused. "Oh?

Her voice was strained. "David, I have a boyfriend."

He was stunned, but he forced himself to continue. "Oh! Ah, that's... really great! I'm happy for you. I really am." He looked inside and realized he was actually happy for her. He felt a little disappointed, but he really had nothing to complain about. His weekend had been excellent so far. Besides, he liked Cindy, and he never understood why she hadn't found a boyfriend. He was doubly grateful for his mother's insistence that he stay home, as it spared him the embarrassment of meeting her with expectations.

It was her turn to be quiet. "I'm sorry—"

"Cindy, I'm being honest here. I'm so happy for you! You're such an awesome woman, you deserve this. Hey, you let me know if he starts acting like a jerk, and I'll set him straight for you."

"Daaavviidd! Stop acting like such a gentleman! You're making this harder for me!" she whined pitifully, but he could hear the smile on her face.

"Sorry, okay, uh, let's see... I never thought your pretty face was all that hot, and your body, ugh, it only gave me a boner most of the time, not all of the time. Good luck to your new boyfriend when all the blood rushes from his brain to his dick every time he sees you!" David griped theatrically.

Cindy was laughing, but he heard some sniffling too, so he had to nip that in the bud. "Didn't you hear? There's no crying in theme park campgrounds! Mom will tell you!" She giggled. "Really, go enjoy yourself, it's in the rules!"

"Bye, David," she said sweetly. Then the phone made fumbling noises, and his mom was back on the line.

"David, before you go, the wheelchair we had to get when you hurt your knee the first year you played football is in the storage room in the basement. You shouldn't have to carry Melody all the time."

"Oh yeah! Thanks, Mom! I gotta go. I love you!"

"I love you, too, baby boy."

David hung up and looked at Melody. He paused as he saw the hungry look in her eyes.

"That was really sweet, the way you let Cindy off the hook," she purred.

He smiled and nodded. "Cindy is really great. I am happy for her! I'm also thrilled I was spared the embarrassment of going up there with expectations that couldn't be met. Now, I get to learn how to achieve a successful first date!"

Melody laughed, sharing his joy.

"Speaking of which, I do need to run to the store quickly. Do you want to wait here or at your place? I won't be long, maybe twenty, twenty-five minutes?" He bent down to pick up his baggy shorts.

"I'll wait here if you don't mind, but don't you dare put on those shorts! Wear what you are wearing now when you go out," she insisted.

He froze and looked back at her. "But I'm going to the grocery store. I think people I know work there."

She nodded firmly. "This is the perfect opportunity to take charge of your future and own how good you look! As there will only be some of the people you know, you can dip your toe into the experience."

He paused as he thought about that. He was still nervous about showing off like this, but he knew Melody was right. As long as he acted like he was ashamed of his body, they would be able to control him and make him miserable.

David looked at Melody and saw her admiring gaze. She thought he was dreamy. Wasn't her opinion more meaningful than those of his so-called friends? She'd seen him completely naked, and she didn't turn away in disgust. No, they'd had... well, they'd masturbated each other, and she'd enjoyed it and him. If she thought he looked good in these clothes, then he'd wear them with pride!

He nodded to her with a smile.

"What shoes do you have for this outfit?" she asked.

He went back to the garment bag and pulled a pair of black leather loafers. When he turned to show them to her, he watched her smile with satisfaction.

"Those are perfect! No socks," she insisted.

David dropped them on the floor and slipped them on. He closed his closet door and looked at himself in the mirror there. He had to admit he looked pretty good. He smiled back at Melody, and her grin was happy and satisfied.

"Is there anything you need before I head out? You need to use the washroom?" he asked.

"I didn't until you mentioned it," she said with a grin. He snorted and carried her to the bathroom he shared with his brother's room. He went out and waited for her to call, and when it took longer than usual, he was about to call out she announced she was ready.

He opened the door and froze with his jaw hanging open. She'd removed her blouse, skirt, and shoes. Her ivory undies almost glowed against her tan skin. "What?" he breathed.

"If you don't mind, I'm a little sleepy, so I was hoping I could take a nap while you do your run for groceries. Would that be okay?"

"Oh! Yes, that's fine," he said, tearing his eyes from her breasts to look up into her smiling eyes. He stepped into the washroom and moved her clothes out to his desk before returning for her. He lifted her up and brought her back to his bed. It felt a little surreal, bringing this beautiful woman to where he slept. "Did you want to be under the covers?" he asked, slightly breathless as his heart beat a little quickly in his chest.

"Yes, please," she said, equally breathless.

He set her on her right foot and threw the covers back. Melody sat on the mattress as he lifted the sheets so she could slide her legs in. He covered her with the blankets.

"How's your ankle? The blanket isn't applying too much pressure?" he asked cautiously.

She gave him a sweet smile. She was already picking up the warm, masculine scent of David from his sheets, and her mind was spinning with desire. "I'm good. Thank you, David. I'll just rest here until you return."

"Sure, as I said, I won't be long," he assured her. "Mom also reminded me that we have a wheelchair in the basement I can use for you instead of carrying you everywhere."

Melody pouted sexily. "But I like you carrying me."

David felt a pinch in his pants as his erection struggled to grow. His expression showed his discomfort. "You're making my pants tight."

She burst into giggles, and her delight sparkled in her eyes.

As he looked down at her, he was frozen by how lovely she looked and had to tear himself away. "I-I'll be back shortly."

"Mmmhmm."

David grabbed his wallet and keys, leaving the room to hustle downstairs. He checked on the sauce, saw it was gently bubbling, not burning, and gave it a stir. It already smelled so good! He headed out the front door and locked up. Hopping into his truck, he headed out of the neighborhood.

The grocery list contained a baguette and some fresh Parmesan cheese. He also wanted to pick up some flowers for Melody. It was a first date, so flowers seemed appropriate. Maybe carnations?

The grocery store wasn't too far, and there was an auto parts store on the way. He pulled into the parking lot and saw a police car parked in the handicap spot. He recognized the officer putting a shopping bag in the passenger side floor of the cruiser. He changed direction to approach the man who turned to him.

"Hi, I'm David Spencer. You picked up Becca Langley for breaking my headlight this morning." He gestured back to his truck.

"Right!" the cop nodded. "I spoke with her parents. They were pretty upset."

David sighed. "I have to pick up a replacement headlight, and I was going to go to their place tomorrow with the receipt to ask to be reimbursed. That's not unreasonable, is it?"

The officer shook his head. "Not at all. Her father was very upset with her. She's never done anything like this before, according to our records, so she just got a warning this time. From what I heard her father say, you shouldn't have any issues getting them to pay for the new light."

David smiled and relaxed a little. "Thanks!"

"No problem. Have a good night!" the older man said with a smile as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"You too. Be safe out there," David said with a wave as he headed to the store's front door.

He walked up to the counter and smiled at the clerk. "Hi, I need a new headlight for my truck."

"No problem, sir. I just need the make, model, and year," the clerk said, sliding a piece of paper and a pencil across the counter. David wrote the info down, and the clerk went into the back to get the headlight.

Only a minute later, David heard angry shouting from the back of the shop. He recognized Jeff's voice. Looking out the front window, David caught the eye of the officer who must have heard the yelling.

David turned back to see something flying at his face. His hands snapped up and caught the thrown headlight box. That hurt his hands, but there was no real damage. He set it down on the counter and moved back into some open space as he saw Jeff charging at him.

"David, you fucking piece of shit!" Jeff's first punch missed his face by a fraction of an inch as he jerked back. He knew the next one would connect, so he caught the fist in his palm and then grabbed the other fist in his free hand. Once he had both, he bent Jeff's wrists back. Jeff was a big guy, but not as big or strong as David. When David bent his wrists back, Jeff had to drop to his knees or risk having his wrists broken.

"Police! Break it up!" the officer said to David's left, so he released Jeff's hands and stood back immediately.

Jeff wasn't finished and threw out a sharp elbow to catch the cop in the groin. It was only then that he realized the man wasn't just an intrusive customer but a police officer. He froze.

David grabbed Jeff's hair and yanked him forward and down until he hit the floor, face first, then he dropped a knee on his back to pin him there with his larger mass. He pulled one of Jeff's arms up behind his back. Once his ex-friend was pinned, he looked to the officer. "Are you all right?" he asked in concern.

The cop looked a little green in the face, but he nodded brusquely. "You know this guy?" he managed to grunt.

"Yes. Jeff Ducane. We go to school together, play on the same football team, and up until a few days ago, were attracted to the same girl. I wasn't aware he worked here, though."

The officer looked David in the eye. "Let me guess. Rebecca Langley."

Jeff struggled under David's hold, cursing at him. The officer had had enough and pulled out his cuffs. Once they snapped on Jeff's wrists, the steam went out of him, and David stood, helping the officer up. An older man in a uniform matching Jeff's was glaring down at his employee.

"What did you say to him?" the manager growled at David, who blinked back at him.

"I didn't say anything. I ordered that headlight from another clerk. The next thing I knew, Jeff threw it at my head. I managed to catch it. Then he charged at me. I have no idea why!"

"FUCK YOU, DAVID!"

The gathered men looked down at Jeff. "You cost Becca her job, then you got her picked up by the police! Her parents grounded her until the end of the school year!"

David looked at the cop. "Becca acted like a jerk to me in front of her manager. She lost the job all on her own."

The cop looked back at Jeff. "The young woman broke the headlight in front of me. Mr. Spenser was in the store at the time. He's hardly responsible for the punishment her parents assigned to her. Do you also have a problem with accepting responsibility for your actions? You attacked an officer of the law after attempting to assault Mr. Spencer."

The manager had heard enough. "He can trade excuses with his girlfriend as he's fired too. I have no room for a hothead in my shop. Turn in your uniform when the police are done with you." He looked at David. "Wayne will give you a thirty percent discount on that headlight." The manager nodded and stormed away after gesturing to the clerk behind the counter to ring through the purchase.

The cop looked at David. "Do you want to press charges?"

"No. Jeff's an idiot treading on thin ice with his scholarship, and he knows it. That's punishment enough for me. If he's with Becca, that's just icing on the cake as they deserve each other," David said with a shrug. "I have to go as I'm still taking care of my injured neighbor. May I?"

"Yes, but I may contact you to be a witness," the officer said.

"Certainly. You have my contact details."

David took the headlight and headed outside, where he saw Jeff stuffed into the back of the police car with a sullen expression.

The next stop was the grocery store, where he quickly picked up the baguette and cheese. He felt some relief, as he didn't meet anyone he knew in the store.

Next door was a shop called Wright Florist, so he stepped inside. There were two young women just inside and an old woman standing behind the counter. Behind her was a large glassed-in cabinet with fresh cut flowers. He recognized the woman closest to the door as one of Becca's cheerleading squad. Glancing at him, she did her best to ignore him. The other one was staring at him like a deer in the headlights. She was familiar, but he headed straight to the counter and smiled at the older woman. She returned his smile.

"Hi, I'd like to buy a dozen pink carnations, please."

"Certainly, sir—" The phone began to ring, and she glanced at it in concern. "I'm so sorry; I must take this." She looked over to Becca's friend. "Lucy, could you—"

"I'll do it!" the other girl blurted. The old woman gave her a pinched look, then nodded as Lucy kept her back to David. "Fine. Auden, he'd like a dozen pink carnations." She looked at David. "Again, my apologies." She lifted the cordless handset and walked away.

David looked at Auden as her name set off a flare of recognition. Auden. His old gang of friends at school called her Oddy because she was smart, quiet, and didn't seem to socialize at all at school. He couldn't recall ever seeing her talk with anyone, share a lunch table with someone, or even walk together with another student or teacher. She was almost as tall as he was. She was also slim and long-limbed. She hid her body from view with loose, flowy tops and skirts. He recalled that she got excellent grades, but she never spoke up in class or participated in anything. Looking at her now, he could see her trademark baggy shirt under her apron.

Baggy clothes resonated with him, now that he knew what they meant.

He'd worn them to hide something he wasn't proud of, but Melody was helping him break that habit. The tight pants he wore now boldly stated he was no longer afraid, and he would no longer hide his body. He looked to Auden as she approached, wondering what made her uncomfortable.

Then he noticed her eyes behind her dark-rimmed glasses. She was staring at his groin with an almost disturbing intensity. She had long, wavy black hair, which partially hid her features. Up close, he could see she had lovely, expressive blue eyes and thick, dark brows behind those ugly glasses. Her face was a little long, her mouth was just a little wide, her nose just slightly more substantial, but he thought it all worked together so well. He thought she was beautiful. He became a little fixated on her bottom lip, which was fuller than her top lip. For just a second, he imagined what he'd like to do to that plump lip.

She continued to stare at his groin, seemingly frozen.

He borrowed a little courage from his conversations with Melody and faced Auden straight on. "Auden, was it? Hi, I'm—"

"David Spencer," she finished for him, making him pause. Her eyes darted to his face, then back down. He was beginning to feel self-conscious, but he forced that down. He had to get used to people seeing him as he was. That said, Auden seemed... somewhat fixated. Eyes up here, he thought, then caught himself in the role reversal and almost chuckled aloud.

He turned his full attention to Oddy—Auden. He had to use her real name. He wasn't one of the jerks who'd teased her in school, but he hadn't stopped his friends from doing it, either. Now that he saw them for what they were, maybe it was time he made amends. He took a deep breath.

"I'd like to apologize for not stopping those jerks at school from teasing you," he asserted, and saw her look up at him in surprise. "Auden is actually a beautiful name."

"Oh! Thank you," she squeaked. "Carnations!"

She quickly moved away to enter the cooler to select the fresh blooms.

"I heard what you did."

He turned around to see Lucy glaring at him. Her eyes dropped, then her glare slid away as she seemed to lose a little bit of her composure.

"And what was that?" he asked calmly. He was beginning to feel liberated from his fears. Melody was right!

"You-you made Becca lose her job..." she said quietly, then her expression twisted into nervousness. "Is-is that real?"

David snorted in surprise. "Don't you think it's kind of rude to ask that?"

Auden returned and came around to the front of the counter next to David, where there was a small table set up for preparing flowers. She set the carnations down and smiled timidly at him before looking at the odd expression on her co-worker's face. "What did you say to David that was rude?"

It was the longest sentence David had heard Auden say, and he suddenly caught the lovely accent. She was British! Why hadn't he known that? Shit! He'd been in high school with her, and she was still a complete unknown to him. How was that possible?

He sighed as he realized he just hadn't made an effort. Too tied up with his little group of friends. Another black mark against him.

Looking at Lucy, he watched with interest as her expression became a little desperate, and she sputtered a little. It was almost as if she were speaking to a... manager.

He suddenly recalled roll call at school. Auden. Auden Wright. Wright Florist. Ah!

"Go ahead, Lucy, repeat your question," David said.

That woman's face became quite red. "I said, is that real?" she blurted heatedly, and pointed to David's now pronounced bulge.

Auden's eyes went to it as well, and her blue eyes lifted to his.

The next thing David felt was her long fingers and warm palm pressing against his pants and gently squeezing his cock.

His eyelids fluttered with the delicious sensation she was giving him, and he sucked in a quick breath as Auden did the same. She came out of the bliss quicker than he did as she looked back at Lucy. "Yes, yes, it is. Could you finish the window displays, please?"

Lucy's mouth was opening and closing, and she stared wide-eyed at Auden before quickly walking away.

Auden looked at David and spoke quietly. "My apologies. It felt good to take that one down a peg or two."

David just nodded. He wasn't sure what to think.

It took only moments for Auden to artfully place the flowers into a bouquet wrapped in clear plastic for him to carry. She moved back behind the counter and rang up the sale. She didn't act any differently for having just squeezed his cock, but there was some residual heat on her cheeks when she glanced at him.

David paid, then gestured towards the back room. "The woman who was here earlier?" David asked.

"My granny. She's a hard one to please. The whole lot of them are," she sighed in frustration.

Auden bit that delectable lower lip, then wrote something out on one of the shop's business cards. "Please pardon my forwardness, for this and the touch, but perhaps you could give me a call sometime?" She handed him the card, which had her name and number written on it.

He smiled and nodded, tucking the card into his pocket. "I'll see you at school on Tuesday?"

She blinked at him in surprise. "I thought you'd be with—"

"You'd be wrong. The people I hung out with are jerks, so they're no longer my friends. I could use a new one."

She smiled at him, and he'd never seen that expression on her face before. He liked it. "Just a friend?" she asked cheekily, her face reddening at the boldness of her words.

David had reached the extent of his ability to be smooth. His face flushed, too. "To start?"

She chuckled, and he felt that in his pants. She nodded. "Tuesday."

As David left the shop to head back to his car, he felt his head spinning. He was feeling so pumped about how awesome this weekend had turned out. Now all he needed were a few more lessons on keeping his cool.

Chapter 6

The moment Melody heard the thump of David closing the front door as he left, she slipped her panties down and pulled her right leg out. Then she relaxed back on David's bed and pulled the sheets up to her nose to breathe in his manly scent. She picked up a light floral scent of the detergent as well.

She hadn't felt so surrounded by a masculine scent since the early days of her marriage. She used to wear her husband's shirt from the previous day as she did her morning chores. They'd go into the wash in the afternoon, and he'd have a fresh shirt for the next day.

Melody felt her mood slipping into depression, so she inhaled deeply, and that all went away. She thought about how hot David looked in his dress pants and shirt. She knew he looked good in t-shirts, but he looked so much better in quality clothes.

Fuck! She was getting so horny!

Her fingers slid down her stomach as she replayed David's striptease for her in her mind. When she reached her pussy, she began the tight circles that felt so good.

Her mind took her to the massage he gave her by the pool. His powerful hands on her body, squeezing out the tension, drawing in the energy, stroking her skin until she... oh god, that felt so good!

Inhaling David's warm scent, her fingers moved over her pussy faster and faster until she was gasping for breath.

She thought of the first shower she had with him. He'd held her body against his, his powerful arms wrapped around her, his pelvis driving his thick cock between her thighs, slapping her ass, bumping her clit— FUCK! He was so hot between her thighs— "AHHHH!"

Melody writhed under David's sheets, and her mind finally took her to an image of him over her body, lowering his cock towards her, preparing to drive himself deep into her body.

She threw her head back in ecstasy as she pushed three fingers deep into her pussy. Her release made her eyes roll back in her head as wave after wave of bliss hammered her. She felt her body rocking through a series of intense spasms, and it felt hot and wet between her legs.

Minutes passed as she tried to catch her breath, but the tingles faded so slowly. It had been such a powerful orgasm. She nodded off for a few moments, and when she woke, she pulled her hand up from her pussy and saw how wet it was. She sat up, threw back the sheets, and saw they were drenched between her legs. She stared in shock. What the hell? Then the scent wafted up to her nose. Had she squirted?

"I'm back!"

She screamed. Just a little, but it was enough to have David charging upstairs. He burst into the room with a worried look on his face and stumbled to a stop halfway across the room as the scent of an excited woman reached him. He saw Melody's anxious expression, then looked at the sheets on his bed. The wet sheets on his bed. The sheets on his bed smelled of sex.

"What-what happened?" he asked in confusion.

Melody looked at him in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I just got a little excited and touched myself. It was more powerful than I expected."

"Okay. Let's just get you cleaned up," David said. He walked into the washroom, grabbed a towel, and a washcloth soaked in warm water.

When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that Melody was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked a little lost and upset, but embarrassment was the most visible emotion. He didn't want her to feel bad at the beginning of their date, so he took a deep breath and handed her the washcloth. He didn't release the cloth when she tried to take it, and her eyes went to his. He smiled at her. "Was it good?"

She snorted in surprise and grinned weakly. "Yes, very!"

She still looked embarrassed, so David decided to share a story of his own.

"Last night, after I saw you in your baby-doll sleepwear and had to carry you to your bed, I was so excited I thought my erection was going to explode spontaneously. I ran home to collect my clothes and books, but before I did that, I had to... relieve that pressure. It was so intense, it drove me to my knees, and I almost passed out. It had never felt that good before. When I got back to your house, I was sure you would know what I'd done just by looking at my face."

Melody was smiling at him as she realized why he'd just confessed, and she did feel better. "Thank you. For sharing your story and for making me feel desirable."

He nodded and let her get cleaned up, handing her the towel when she was ready to dry off.

He pulled the top sheets off the bed and spotted her panties at the bottom of the bed. He knelt and helped her slide them up her legs. She managed to get them over her hips, and when he helped her stand, she tugged them up to fit correctly. While she put on her blouse, he pulled the sheets off the bed. He assisted her with her skirt, and she was dressed once more.

"I'll take you downstairs, then I'll start a wash and finish making dinner," he said.

She looked at him in surprise. "You know how to use the washing machine, too?"

"I'm not completely helpless around the house," he said with a little smirk.

Melody shook her head as he effortlessly carried her down to the main floor. "Helpless would be the last word I'd use to describe you, especially when I'm being carried everywhere."

He sat her at the kitchen table and examined her ankle. The swelling was gone, but the bruising was still quite colorful.

"What's the prognosis, doctor?" she asked with a cheeky grin.

He nodded thoughtfully as he felt the area. "I'd say full recovery. You'll be able to put weight on it comfortably by Monday. The swelling is pretty much gone, so it's healing well. You've been a truly excellent patient."

"And you've been excellently patient with me!" she returned.

He left her with her foot up on another chair, then rushed upstairs to grab the linens. Back downstairs to start the load, then to the front door to pick up his dropped purchases. He walked into the kitchen and dropped the bread and cheese on the counter before kneeling once more at Melody's feet. "Flowers for a beautiful woman."

The look of surprise on her face was priceless, and the smile that came after made all the effort worthwhile.

"So, are flowers suitable for a first date?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a little smile.

Melody nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. Her emotions swung between delight and despair. This was just another example of how little effort her husband made to ensure her happiness. David's simple gesture of bringing her flowers with a few kind words was rocking her world. It'd been years since she'd received either from the man who was supposed to be her life partner. She wondered why she'd waited so long to make this decision to leave him.

"If it was a good idea, why do you look so sad?" David asked quietly.

She shook her head and dabbed her eyes with a tissue he handed to her. "No, they're perfect. I love them. I just realized I haven't received them since I was dating.

"Oh! Well... sorry, your husband is an idiot."

"Soon-to-be ex-husband," she blurted in frustration.

David's eyes went wide. She looked at him nervously. "Sorry, I didn't mean to divulge that until it happened."

He smiled. "Let me be the first to congratulate you. Leaving him is the best decision if he no longer makes you happy."

She nodded firmly. "I think so, too!"

David checked on the meat sauce, and the kitchen filled even more with the mouth-watering smell.

He got the burner going under the pot of water for the pasta.

"How did it go with your trip to the store wearing the tighter clothes?" she asked.

"It went much better than I expected. You were right. Not hiding is so much better!" he gushed.

"Did you meet anyone from school?" she asked.

He grinned. He didn't think mentioning his little ordeal with Jeff would be a good idea. "Yes, I bumped into a friend of Becca's at the florist shop. She started bad-mouthing me about what happened to Becca, then she saw how I was dressed, and it completely derailed her."

"How did you feel?" she asked.

"At first, I was a little nervous, but then I remembered what you said, so I just owned it... and it felt good!"

Melody clapped her hands together happily.

David was still dazzled by what else happened at the florists. "I also met another student. Auden Wright. She asked if I could call her sometime."

Melody's smile got wider. "That's wonderful!"

He looked down at himself. "I'll see her at school on Tuesday. Now I don't want to show up with baggy clothes, but that's all I have." He looked to Melody. "Auden wears loose-fitting shirts and sweaters. Maybe she's like me?"

Melody nodded thoughtfully. "She might be." She thought about it and had an idea. David needed a new start as much as she did. "How about we visit the mall tomorrow and pick up some new clothes. I need some new outfits for my new life, and so do you!"

He looked over at her from the oven, where he was adding the pasta to the boiling water. "That sounds like a good plan. I'll look for that wheelchair after dinner. Carrying you through the mall may be a bit much." He grinned at her pout.

"Are you hungry? I just realized we missed lunch," he said apologetically.

"The pills skew my appetite, but now that you mention it, I'm famished!" she said. "It smells so good!"

David cut the bread into chunks, put it into a basket and brought it to the table. He placed virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar next to the basket with two small plates. "Feel free to start with this."

He went back to the counter and grated the Parmesan into a small bowl. This went on the table, too.

"When did you take your last painkillers?" he asked. "I only saw you take the one this morning at breakfast."

"That was the last one. There's no significant pain, so I think I'll wait until I'm going to sleep before I take another one," she explained.

He nodded. "Okay, then I can offer you a glass of red wine with dinner. Just one."

Melody grinned at him. "I think it's so sweet how you're taking such good care of me. I will have wine with dinner, please."

He smiled self-consciously and nodded as he pulled the red wine out and poured two glasses. When he saw Melody's raised eyebrow, he raised an eyebrow. "Mom allows me a glass. But just one."

He poured them glasses of water, as well, and set them on the table.

Draining the pasta, David added it to the plates and ladled the meat-sauce over it.

With a napkin hanging over his sleeve, he carried the plates to the table and set Melody's down before her, then he placed his and sat next to her.

"Oh, David! This smells delicious!"

"Ha! My secret ploy was successful! By making you skip lunch, you're ravenous for dinner, guaranteeing you'll find it the best you've eaten!" He laughed maniacally.

Melody burst into giggles as he grinned happily at her. "You are a nut!" she laughed, and he shrugged as he reached for his wine glass.

"Can I make a toast?" he asked.

Her eyes flashed with delight. "Please do!"

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then nodded. "To the strangest twists of fate that prevented me from going on a family vacation but instead delivered quite possibly the best weekend I've ever experienced in my life with the most beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and delightfully interesting woman I've ever had the privilege to spend time with."

Melody was staring at David with a look of amazement as he raised his glass and tapped it against hers. They sipped the wine, and she nodded in appreciation. "David, that was a beautiful toast and very sweet, as well." She gestured to the table. "You made this delicious-looking meal, and you're treating me so well. I think you have the first date experience under your belt."

David shook his head. "As I said before, I can speak with you comfortably as you're so easy to talk to. Let's stop looking at this delicious meal and taste it!"

Melody sprinkled a little cheese on her food, then scooped a forkful into her mouth. She closed her eyes as the flavors filled her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before she opened her eyes. She saw David's pleased smile as he dipped a piece of fresh bread in the oil and vinegar. "It's so good, David!"

"Thank you!"

As they ate, Melody peppered him with questions she imagined first dates might inspire. She did her best to rattle him, and there were a few topics he got tangled in. By the third one, he gave her a worried glance. "See, I get stuck again and again!"

She smiled at him. "David, these particular topics are minefields. There are no safe routes through them. The idea is to identify you've stepped in one and step back out gracefully. Religion, parenting, politics, abortion, and sometimes sports, these are not good candidates for first date conversation topics. If the subject matter can inspire strong opinions, save them for future dates, like number five or six. You need to find common ground on more neutral subjects first."

David blinked at her. "Those were trick questions."

She nodded. "Yes, and you're doing very well. Truly. Just be aware of the nature of the topics and avoid those that seem potentially explosive. You might still stumble into a subject your date feels strongly about. It can happen. How they react to it tells you if you can accept that. It's all a learning process."

Melody managed to get through a little more than half her plate as she'd been enjoying the bread, as well. She noted that David had cleared his plate and used some of the bread to mop up the last of the sauce.

"Would you like a coffee or tea?" he asked.

She smiled and shook her head. "I avoid caffeine at night."

"I can offer you ice cream for dessert," he suggested.

Hands held up in surrender, she chuckled. "I'm full. Thank you, though."

David collected her dishes and moved to rinse the plates and place them in the dishwasher quickly. The table was cleared and put away until the kitchen looked spotless once more. The leftover spaghetti and sauce went into containers in the fridge.

He returned to the table and sat facing her. "So, it's still the first date. I've filled you with good food, and now I..."

Melody enjoyed the earnest look on David's face. He was doing so well, yet he was so eager to learn how to do it right. "It'll depend on the energy level of your date. After such a heavy meal, exercise like dancing or something athletic might not be advisable. A stroll might be nice, or maybe a movie. If they seem a little sleepy, you should suggest they might like to call it a night. Then you take them home and prepare for the potential goodnight kiss."

David could see the day had taken a little bit too much from Melody, and sleep time might be the best option for her. He put on his best date face.

"I've had a wonderful time tonight. Let's call it a night, as it seems the meal has made you a little sleepy. How about I take you home?"

Melody's smile was perfect, and David felt his confidence soar.

She nodded. "I had a wonderful time, as well. You are an excellent chef, and the meal was perfect. I really enjoyed our conversation, but you're right, I am a bit sleepy."

David stood. "Okay, just give me a second to see if I can find that wheelchair we'll need for tomorrow's shopping trip." She nodded again, and David rushed away to descend into the basement.

He had to move boxes around, but he finally found it folded and tucked behind the Christmas decorations. He brought it upstairs and left it by the front door. He rushed upstairs to get clothes to wear tomorrow, a black t-shirt, underwear, and the least baggy cargo shorts he had. Going back to the main floor, he stuffed the clothes into the pouch on the back of the wheelchair, then moved it out onto the sidewalk to unfold it there. He went inside to collect his date.

"Sorry, I got everything ready. Now I'm ready for you," he remarked.

Melody just held her arms up, so he moved in to lift her against him. She sighed happily, drawing a smile from him. He shut off the lights as they left, and he locked the house with her balanced on his leg. She giggled at how easy he made it look. He set her in the chair and began to wheel her over to her home.

She pouted as this was not as decadent as being in his arms.

"Don't think I can't see that cute pout of yours," he said from behind her, jolting a chuckle from her.

"Am I so transparent?" she sighed theatrically.

"Not to worry, I'll have you back in my arms momentarily. It's my favorite place for your body, as well." The moment the words left his lips, his face flushed bright pink as his tongue failed him.

Melody couldn't speak as her face was feeling more than a little hot, too.

As promised, when they reached her front steps, he scooped her up, and they both self-consciously gazed into each other's eyes and looked to the other's mouth. It was clear they were both thinking of the goodnight kiss. Melody had a moment of clarity as she quickly scanned the neighborhood with her eyes, thinking of who else might be watching.

"N-normally, the front step would be the place you would leave your date, but we should finish up inside," she blurted. She watched him nod silently, his eyes still trapped by her lips.

She unlocked the door, and he carried her inside.

"Here," she indicated just inside the entranceway, so he set her down on her right foot as she leaned back against the wall. She put her purse down on the small table.

He looked into her eyes and saw she was equally excited. "I had an amazing time tonight. I'd like to see you again."

Melody was almost swooning in the intensity of his gaze. All she could do was nod, then his mouth was on hers, and his lips caressed hers sensually. He pulled back with difficulty, and she caught herself leaning forward.

"Okay... that..." she struggled to get her breathing under control. "That was a perfect first date, goodnight kiss."

"I think I need a little more practice," he said, his voice deep with hunger.

She rested her hands on his chest. "Bring in the chair."

He stepped back, nodded shakily, then stepped outside.

Melody rested her head back against the wall with her eyes closed as her body trembled. She wanted David so much, but she had to be the strong one. He mentioned having a potential date with a girl his age, so she needed to redirect his interest. She couldn't ruin this for him. She'd given him his lesson on how to navigate through the first date, and he'd done it very well. His kiss... her mind went blank. His gentle touch translated into a very sensual nature, which made his kiss so dreamy.

Hearing him approach, she cleared her expression and gave him a friendly smile.

David brought the folded wheelchair inside, carrying his clothes for the morning in his other hand. Melody used this as a distraction from her trembling muscles. "Another example of clothing we will be replacing?"

He locked the front door, then looked down at the outfit in his hand and nodded sheepishly. "It's all I have." His eyes locked on her lips again.

"We should go upstairs. I need to get ready for bed and take another pill," she asserted.

A concerned expression immediately came to his eyes. "Are you in pain?"

She shook her head as there was only a small ache. "It'll help me during the night."

He nodded and handed her his clothes. She glanced at them in question, then squeaked as he lifted her against him. She could feel his muscles trembling, too. He must have felt her, as well, as he glanced into her eyes then carried her up the staircase to her bedroom.

Setting her on the bed's edge, he took his clothes back and laid them out on the bureau for the morning. He selected a gold baby-doll with matching panties for her before she asked. "You have the sexiest sleepwear," he sighed.

"And I love your choices. You know, there are lots of simpler, less suggestive nighties in that drawer," she informed him.

"Yet I don't see any but these. Strange, isn't it?" he said with a grin. He assisted her into the washroom with her change of clothes.

As he closed the door, she called out. "Could you get my pills from my purse by the front door, please?" she asked.

"On it," he called back.

When he returned, he stripped and pulled on his sleeping shorts. This time he tied the drawstring with a bow. He plugged in his cell to charge it and put his earphones on the side table.

He took the florist shop business card from the pocket of his pants before he folded them and his shirt to put them in his duffle bag. He looked at Auden's writing and smiled. He knew he was going to cause a scene at school on Tuesday when he hung out with the least social person while wearing new tighter clothes. He knew Becca and Jeff were spewing lies about him amongst their friends, so he had extra incentive to write off his entire social group. Strangely, it actually felt good to start fresh, even if his high school years were just about over. He transferred Auden's number into his cell's contact list.

He wondered what was taking Melody so long. "Are you okay in there?" he called out.

"Yes, just a minute."

Melody sat on the toilet, thinking about what to do next. David was clearly very attracted to her, and she was definitely attracted to him. She didn't want to ruin his chances with the girl, but her selfish side was begging her not to end this glorious weekend too soon. She was so confused, so she pushed the decision aside. She'd just have to be careful.

"David, can you bring the pills in here and the glass from my bedside table?" she called out as she stood.

Moments later, the door opened, and there he stood in only his shorts. These weren't quite so baggy, so his contours were visible. He looked... delicious!

He was also as still as a statue as his eyes devoured her curves surrounded with gold. "That's a perfect color on you! Maybe the best yet," he purred.

Breaking free from his trance, he emptied and filled the glass, handing it to her with a pill. She swallowed it down, and he topped up the water and brought it back to her table.

When he returned, he lifted her and pulled her a little tighter against his chest. Her face pinked up as her breast was pressing against him, sending tingles through her body.

He set her on the bed's edge once more and sat next to her. "I really enjoyed that kiss, but I'm not sure if I got it right. Could we practice some more?"

Her eyes widened as she looked at his lips. She wanted that, and he must have sensed that as he began leaning in. She reached up and touched his mouth, sparks rushing from her fingertips to her tender parts.

David's eyes caught hers, and she saw the question she needed to answer. "I-I don't want to spoil your f-first time with this girl from school. You should be experiencing this with someone—"

"Stop. Don't you dare say anything to diminish how amazing you are! I can see in your eyes that you know how I feel about you. Besides, I don't know if anything will come of hanging out with Auden. We're complete strangers to each other. In the future, I may be with other women. None of those experiences will suffer in any way from us being in this moment right now. They can only improve if I know what to do, how and where to touch, and how to give pleasure. Why your husband didn't worship you baffles me. Please allow me to correct that terrible injustice while you show me how I can bring you the most pleasure possible."

Her trembling grew as his fingertips touched her face, drawing her lips to his.

The first touch was tentative, but quickly became a caress. He moaned quietly, then he gently sucked on her lower lip.

Melody couldn't catch her breath, and his kissing was wiping her mind of all cares and concerns. All she wanted was more. She pressed her mouth to his just a little tighter as a sweet little mew slipped out from her. He sucked on her lips, and her tongue thrust into his mouth to find his ready for it. When he finally pulled back from her mouth, she realized she was lying on her back, looking up at him, panting.

"My god, you're beautiful," he sighed.

She pulled his face back down to hers, then surrendered to his hungry kiss. He was so passionate, she felt like she was floating up into the sky.

He pushed his tongue in a little too deep once, and she guided him back, but that just planted an idea in her mind she couldn't shake. She was tingling madly and needed release. She was sure he did as well.

Finally, she gently pushed him back and to the side as he watched her like a starving man seated before his first meal.

"I don't have the energy tonight to have sex, but I can teach you about oral sex," she offered, and he nodded excitedly, making her chuckle. "First, I'll show you how it feels for a man, then you can return the favor." If she had him do her first, she'd be wiped out, and he'd be left with blue balls.

Melody pushed him onto his back. "Shorts off."

David hooked his thumbs into the waistband and lifted his hips off the mattress to push the shorts down to his thighs. His cock caught the elastic and bounced up to slap his stomach. He finished pushing his shorts off with his feet.

"Mmm, that's a beautiful cock, David!" She took it in her hands and marveled at its hardness, its heat, and especially its size. She'd seen images of longer and fatter cocks on the Internet, but their exaggerated proportions just promised discomfort and pain. To her eyes, David's seemed to be designed for a woman's pleasure.

From her position between his muscular legs, she enjoyed the feeling of his bare skin. It was so incredibly smooth and soft, but underneath, his muscles felt like steel cables. She pressed his cock against her cheek and rubbed her face against it.

"Oh, fuck!" David gasped at the sexy sight of Melody enjoying his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath when she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock to flick it against the head. She moved back down and sucked on one of his balls. It barely fit in her mouth, but the sensation of her sliding her tongue over its surface made him moan once more. She worked on the other one, then, when he could take it no longer, she moved back to tongue bathing his shaft.

"Melody, oh, Melody! So good!" he sighed and trembled.

She was in heaven. He was so much more responsive than her cold fish of a husband. David loved her oral attention. He loved her mouth on his cock and balls. Oh my god, his balls! They were almost overpowering! She could suck on them all day, but now she needed to get this beautiful cock in her mouth.

She moved up to the head and ran her tongue over its soft, spongy surface. He tasted so fucking good! Her husband's had tasted bitter and metallic, but David wasn't bitter at all. She kissed the tip, pressing her lips against the fat head and letting it open her mouth slowly so she could take more and more of him inside. Once more, she was delighted to find his girth was a comfortable fit for her mouth. She didn't have to unhinge her jaw to accommodate him, but she definitely enjoyed the thickness of him against her tongue.

The head reached the back of her throat, and she sighed happily. She wanted to remain like this for the rest of the night, but she could tell David was quickly reaching his limit. It was his first blowjob, after all. Expecting him to last was unrealistic.

She began to slowly pull his cock out of her mouth and stopped with just the head inside, then thrust back down to the midpoint, which is where it reached the back of her throat. Attempting to deep throat this bad boy would have to wait for another day. As it was, she was grateful for his shorter fuse as she was running low on energy, and her body wanted her to sleep to process dinner. She sped up her pumping.

"Melody! I'm close!" he cried, but she just kept pumping his cock with her mouth as she played with his balls.

"FuckFuckFuckFuck—AHH!" he cried as his release rolled over his senses.

Melody swallowed his cum as it jetted into her mouth and managed to catch it all. It was so sexy to be getting it directly from the source! She felt her body flush with a surge of lust as he reached the end of his orgasm. She swallowed and smiled happily at his awestruck expression.

She sat up and pulled her nightie up and over her head, exposing her breasts to him. She heard him moan with desire, and that brought a smile to her face.

Men and boobs, lifelong friends.

When she lay back down, she placed her hands on his cheeks to guide his eyes to hers. "You seem to have the kissing lesson well in hand, so here's your next lesson: kisses, small licks, and gentle sucking down my torso. My nipples are sensitive, so not too much activity on them, but some. Each woman is different, so you'll have to pay close attention to their reactions."

He kissed her again, but this time his lips were playful, and his tongue teased hers. He saw her eyes flare with need, then he moved to her neck, and she gasped.

David watched and listened to Melody's reactions to his kisses, nibbles, and licks as he worked his way down her body. He spent a good bit of time on her tits (was there anything better in the whole world), but he followed her direction not to spend too much time on her nipples as he didn't want to cause her discomfort. She seemed to be contradicting her previous statements about that as she kept trying to direct his mouth over the stiff little berries. Whenever he'd give in to lick and suck them, she'd cry out in bliss and hold his head tight over them. Once, he took one of her nipples between his teeth, and without tightening his jaw, he pushed against her breast to make her feel his teeth. She cried out and gripped his head as lightning shot to her pussy.

Leaving her panting, he continued downwards, kissing her tummy, worshipping the subtle ridges of her pelvic bones.

"Panties! Pull them down!" she gasped.

David's head was spinning. He couldn't believe he was being taught how to please a woman by his gorgeous neighbor. Mostly, he was picking up cues from the signs of her bliss, from the subtle (small but sharp inhalations) to the not-so-subtle (death grip on his head).

Once he had her panties off, he got an up-close view of her pussy. She used her fingers to point out the significant parts and gave him a few instructions on what to do and when, then he moved her hands away and pressed his lips to her pubic mound.

"Fuck! Oh, David! Yes!" she cried.

He ran his tongue up and down her outer lips, then sucked them into his mouth and massaged them with his tongue as he gently sucked. When he pressed his tongue deep inside her, she made the sweetest grunting noises, but her hand was on the back of his head, guiding him, not pushing him away, so he continued.

Melody's hips were no longer under her control. They rocked and twisted, thrust forward, and arched, based on what David was doing with his tongue. When he slid two thick fingers into her and began to pump them in and out while teasing her clit with the tip of her tongue, her body went into spasms. She clung to his head as she cried out his name over and over.

He picked up that she was on her way to a second release when he pulled back and spotted her rosebud winking at him. David recalled her reaction when he rubbed lotion against it. Without any further thought, he dipped his head forward and slipped his tongue into her ass.

Melody's entire body went rigid as an intense orgasm ripped through her, her scream silent as she pulled his head tighter against her, his tongue plunging again and again, deep inside her ass. Melody's body was pulsing strongly, then her muscles gradually lost tone, and she began to slump.

Finally, David felt her weakly pushing at his head, so he pulled back and admired her reddened rosebud and her glossy wet lips, pink with the flushed excitement, trembling with the echoes of her release. He placed a gentle kiss on them and heard the woman suck in a trembling breath.

"No more... I'm done... Oh my god," Melody whimpered quietly. Her glorious breasts were rising and falling in a very mesmerizing way with her heavy breathing, but David was eventually able to look away.

He slipped out of bed and stepped into the washroom to clean up. Once he'd brushed his teeth and prepared for bed, he brought a towel and a warm, wet facecloth out to the bed with him and gently freshened Melody. She cooed and sighed, then seemed to fade. Dabbing her dry, he noted she was fast asleep. With a warm smile, he lifted her in his arms once more to put her under the sheets and tucked her in. She looked so sweet, he kissed her forehead, and she smiled in her sleep.

He checked her ankle once more and was satisfied with her progress as the swelling seemed to be gone.

As he shut off the light and slipped under the covers on his side of the bed, he leaned back against his pillow and stared at the ceiling. His mind took him through the incredible evening he'd just had. He was feeling so much more confident, as he'd been able to please Melody. He looked over at her sleeping face and felt a sudden swelling of his emotions. He quickly looked away and stared back up at the ceiling. The intensity of that upheaval shook him.

He had to get some perspective on this. He knew he thought Melody was incredibly sexy, and being physically affectionate with her was possibly the most intense and pleasurable experience he'd had in his eighteen years. She was fun to talk with, and he loved making dinner for her, taking care of her, and ensuring her injury was healing. She'd been so friendly and empathetic to him. Of course, he'd have feelings for her. That was just natural, right?

When he thought about her neglectful husband, a sudden rage flared, and he wanted very much to pound that man into paste for hurting such a sweet woman. How anyone could reject the love of such a good and compassionate woman was unthinkable. He found himself pulling her closer before he knew what he was doing, but she just snuggled in and sighed happily in her sleep.

Again, he felt his emotions surge, and his protective instincts were at the front of that. He knew Melody was just starved for physical contact from another human being. Hadn't she said exactly that, earlier in the day? He had to think of her reactions in those terms. She was about to divorce her heartless husband, and she had no one else in her life. Of course, she'd cling to the first person to send some compassion her way. He struggled against his inner voice, which categorically insisted, Mine!

He kissed her head and heard her sigh happily again. That definitely sent a wave of happiness through him, too. He sighed as he couldn't deny that he loved feeling her soft body pressed up against him.

As he lay there in bed with this beauty pressing her body against his, he struggled to get perspective. There were so many rational explanations for why his emotions would be tied up like this.

He was grateful she accepted his condition without any reservations. It just wasn't a thing to her.

She understood his struggles at school and offered constructive suggestions.

She'd cleared up some misconceptions he had in his history studies that would have had a significant impact on his grade.

Most significantly, she'd shared her body and experience with him to help him overcome his lack of confidence and prepare him for future love interests. He potentially had a future love life because of all of the above.

He was going to meet with Auden at school. He had no idea if that would amount to anything, but it was a start. He wondered again about her use of billowy clothes to cover her torso. Was she hiding something as he had? Maybe she had enormous tits, or three of them, or none at all. He chuckled quietly. Thinking on that, he recalled a few moments when he'd spotted her in the hallways and ruled out the first and last possibility immediately. The middle idea intrigued him, but he stifled another snort.

Melody sighed in her sleep, and warmth seeped into him once more. He wondered how she might react to a confession of his emotional attachment to her. He frowned as he imagined an awkward smile and the conversation about how she thought he was such a nice young man, but how it could never be.

That made him squirm, so he pushed those thoughts from his mind and decided to live in the moment. There was no need for confessions of anything right now.

Bliss was where and when you found it.

Chapter 7

When Melody awoke, she was aware of two sensations. The first and most persistent was her bladder demanding attention, NOW! She realized she hadn't gotten up in the night to go.

The second feeling was an overall feeling of warmth and security. She felt wonderful! She realized she was lying on her side, and David was spooning her, his powerful arms wrapped around her, and his body pressed up against hers. They were both still naked, and his morning wood was nestled quite comfortably between her butt cheeks.

Her mind flashed back to the night before when he'd— Her body trembled with a physical reaction to the recalled sensation. She'd never experienced something like that before. It was so... intensely raw and sexually uninhibited! She had no idea her body could react like that and generate such powerful orgasms. Her husband had certainly never brought her to such heights.

David was a treasure, but she knew he wasn't hers. This weekend, these stolen moments were all she would be allowed to have, as David was beginning his life and would be starting new relationships with women his age. He'd have no desire to be involved with someone... not young.

If this weekend was it, then she was going to make the most of it!

But first, she really had to pee!

"David? David, wake up, please! I need to use the bathroom!"

Something in her voice, perhaps the desperation, managed to break through his slumber, and he became alert, if not sharp-witted.

"Hmahhh! What?"

"I need to use the bathroom. Now," she moaned.

David rolled away from her, pulling his arm free from under her, and stood. He staggered around the bed to get to her side. He wiped his face with his hands to wake up, then lifted her gently and brought her to the toilet. She sat, and he'd only managed to turn when she made a noise and grabbed his hand. He heard her pee hit the water as she whimpered quietly.

After a moment, Melody became aware that she was clinging to David's hand and released it abruptly. "I'm sorry!"

"That's fine," he said with a gentle smile. "I'll just be outside."

She nodded as she felt the waves of relief at being able to stop holding it in. There'd been a sharp jab at first as she'd tried to relax her control over her bladder slowly. Her body had had enough waiting.

Finally, she felt normal again. She looked down at herself, and yes, she was naked. She glanced towards the doorway where David was leaning against the jamb and saw he was naked, too. His broad back, muscular ass, and strong legs looked yummy. Her brain wrestled her libido for control and reminded her of the weekend deadline. Her smile faded, but she had to put on a brave face for him, or he'd pick up on her mood, unlike her husband, who never seemed to read her emotions. But then, he rarely looked at her.

"Enough!" she thought, upset with her navel-gazing.

She finished and washed her hands, which made David turn around to smile at her.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he said as his eyes traveled over her lovely curves.

A zing shot through Melody's body, and she couldn't stop the happy smile from blooming across her face. He knew exactly what to say to brighten her mood. "Good morning, studmuffin."

David barked a laugh. "Studmuffin?"

She grinned self-consciously then shrugged. "Sorry, it was the first thing that popped into my mind."

David walked towards her, and her eyes automatically dropped to his cock, which had returned to a relaxed state and swung gently between his legs.

"Hey! My eyes are up here!" he teased, but when she looked at his face, he was blatantly staring at her breasts. This drew a snort of laughter from her, and he smiled, obviously enjoying his little victory.

He suddenly knelt before her, and Melody leaned back against the counter in surprise, expecting to feel the delicious bliss of his mouth on her pussy. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes in anticipation.

When she felt his fingers on her left ankle, she yelped quietly as she looked down sharply. He was examining her bruising and looking for swelling, but looked up at her questioningly.

Melody's face flushed red with embarrassment as David glanced at her open thighs and pink lips with a small smile. He looked up into her eyes once more.

"Sorry, I suppose I should have explained what I was doing," he said with a grin.

"No! My mistake!" she blurted.

David stood and looked into her eyes; she seemed a little off-balance. He leaned in before he could overthink it and kissed her.

She squeaked again, but after the initial surprise, she grabbed his arms and pressed her lips to his firmly.

He pulled back and smiled shyly at her. "I had an amazing time last night. I just wanted to say that... and your ankle is looking much better. I'd like you to stay off it for one more day if you're willing."

Melody felt more centered after kissing him and gave him a shy smile of her own. "My night was pretty amazing, too. I've never enjoyed myself more on a date. For the record, first dates typically end at the kiss goodnight." She stopped to think about that and decided the statement needed amending. "Of course, that was based on when I was dating, so times may have changed that expectation." She grinned.

"As for my ankle, I'm willing not to use it if you're willing to carry me—when the wheelchair isn't an option, of course."

"Agreed. Would you like to take a shower? Just a shower, if you are still a little sensitive this morning," he offered.

She smiled at his kindness and nodded. "I'm not sore or sensitive this morning and wouldn't be opposed to a little fun in the shower, but with only one foot to stand on, it's difficult to remain upright when my knees go weak. We should probably refrain from more energetic acts until later."

He nodded in agreement and carried her into the shower stall. She was immediately aware of his erections pressing against her.

She raised a brow. "Didn't we just agree—"

"Sorry, it has a mind of its own, and when I'm holding a gorgeous, naked woman in my arms, it pays its respects by standing at attention."

Melody giggled as he set her down. They got the water going, and David washed Melody thoroughly but refrained from making her weak in the knees. He once more enjoyed washing and conditioning her hair, then got her seated, where she shaved her legs while he took care of his washing. When he was done, he saw she had a little pout on her face.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"It's not fair. I have to shave my legs, and you're already smooth!"

He shrugged. "Not by choice."

"Well, there is definitely a bright side to this," she confessed.

He tilted his head to hear her answer.

"With you, I never have to worry about finding one of your pubic hairs in my mouth!" she said gleefully.

He nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe more research is required before a definitive conclusion is made on that."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Melody purred as she crooked a finger at him.

David's look of excitement made Melody giggle once more, then he was standing before her. She reached out to wrap her fingers around his cock, and both sighed in unison, making them laugh.

That laughter turned into moans as Melody began to kiss and lick her way up and down the shaft. She spent significant time licking, sucking, and holding his balls in her mouth while sensually pumping his cock with her hands. She had to admit to herself that she might be a little obsessed with them.

When she felt his muscles beginning to tense, she moved her mouth to the head of his cock and sucked it inside to stroke it with her tongue, then it was sliding deep inside.

"FUCK!" David gasped as the twin sensations of the suction of her hot mouth surrounding his cock and her nails gently scratching his balls sent his body into spasms as an intense orgasm struck.

Melody purred happily as she felt him erupt in her mouth. She swallowed as she continued to stroke him.

"Okay... that's it... Oh shit!" David panted, his legs turning to rubber. He stepped back, and Melody had to release her grip. He leaned against the wall of the shower. "My god... that was fast and intense!"

She gave him a sweet and satisfied smile. "I really enjoyed that, too. You have a wonderful cock!"

As he caught his breath, he gave her a questioning look, and she held up her hands. "I think I'm good for now. I want to get a start on the day, and if last night was any indication, I'd sleep until noon if you returned the favor."

He gave her a little nod. "You have but to ask, or crook your finger at me, or any other gesture that hints at willingness."

Melody felt a warm flush of emotion again as his gaze met hers, filled with eagerness and admiration. She was desired, and that felt really good.

They finished up their preparations, David selecting a lovely black satin bra and panty set, and she put on a sleeveless top and shorts. They were going to do some clothes shopping, so she wanted something quick and easy to take off.

David pulled on the black t-shirt and frowned as he looked down at himself. The cotton t-shirt was stretched to its limit and barely reached his waist. "Damn, I thought it would fit!" He slipped on his boxers and shorts.

She admired his tummy muscles peeking out and nodded. "It's settled. You need new clothes, though you look really cute in that shirt!"

"Cute? Not the look I was going for," he sighed.

His exposed tummy rumbled, and he put his hand on it.

"Let's get some breakfast," she said with a smile.

"Do you want a pill before we do?" David asked.

Melody shook her head. "If we're going out, I don't want to feel drunk. Besides, there is very little pain now. I'll bring them with us just in case, though."

"Cool. Let's eat!"

Once more, David was the chef and made omelets, which they enjoyed very much. While he was tidying up the kitchen, his phone began ringing on the table next to Melody. She noticed the call display indicated it was the police calling and gave him a look of concern. He walked over to pick it up to answer it.

"Hello, David Spencer speaking."

"Mr. Spencer, this is Officer Blane. I just wanted to thank you for your assistance last night and let you know we aren't pressing charges against Mr. Ducane. He spent the night in the tank and got into a fight with another man in custody. Bruises and a few lost teeth between them before we got them separated. Mr. Ducane's father picked him up this morning when we released him. If he should attempt to assault you, please get in touch with the police immediately."

David sighed. "Okay, thank you, Officer Blane. Have a good day." He hung up and stared at his phone. He didn't really expect to have to deal with Jeff anymore. He wondered if any of the other guys in his old circle of friends were going to be a problem.

Melody couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Why were the police calling you?" she blurted with worry.

He looked at her, then smiled. "It's nothing. He just called to say I won't be needed as a witness."

She waited for more, then frowned in frustration. "Don't feed me little bits and leave me hanging!"

He pulled out a chair, sat next to her, and took her hands as he smiled at her. "It really is nothing. Last night, I bumped into Jeff, the jerk who got into a fight with me at school. He blamed me for getting Becca grounded until graduation, so he attacked me... in front of the same officer who caught Becca breaking my headlight. Jeff hit the cop in the nuts before I was able to pin him down. I didn't want to press charges, but the officer was going to. They changed their mind when Jeff got into a fight in jail with another guy in the cage."

Melody didn't look comforted. "Is he going to continue to be a problem for you?"

David shook his head. "I sincerely doubt it. The police spoke with his dad, and I've heard he's very strict, too. Jeff is also jeopardizing his college scholarship. He has to settle down, and I'm sure his dad will lay down the law."

He shook his head, then pointed his thumb at the fridge. "You're low on groceries. Do you want me to do a grocery run before we go get clothes?"

She frowned. Now she was getting him to buy her groceries? No, she didn't want to ask for anything more.

"Or you could come with me," he suggested as she built up steam.

She paused. That... actually sounded like fun. She smiled. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Cool. Maybe we could pick up the ingredients for dinner tonight, too," he suggested.

Melody smiled excitedly. "What are you making for me tonight?"

He chuckled and held up a hand. "It's a secret."

"What?" she gasped playfully. "Not even a clue?"

David looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Well, okay, maybe one. It involves chicken and red wine."

"Coq au Vin? You know how to make Coq au Vin?" she asked in genuine surprise.

He leaned back against his chair with a look of false outrage and indignation on his face. "I can't believe the sexist attitude I'm hearing from your lips!"

Melody held up her hands in surrender. "I offer profound apologies for any doubtful comments I might have made. I didn't grasp the depth of your culinary knowledge."

"I accept, but I will demand sexual favors later to be properly compensated for the emotional distress you've caused," he said with a wicked grin.

Excited tingles shot through her body, and she could only nod.

"Mom's a great cook and showed me her old recipe book after I started making dinners for the family. I only make this meal on special occasions." He rubbed his thumbs across the back of Melody's hands as he looked at them, and her eyelids fluttered with the sensations he was sending through her. "This feels like a very special occasion."

Melody caught a look on David's face she wasn't expecting to see, and it took her breath away. There was an emotional vulnerability in his expression. He... he had feelings for her? Her heart joyfully leaped up into her throat, but her rational mind savagely forced it down. She couldn't be this selfish. She'd already determined that she'd allow herself a weekend of fun, but that was it. David had to be free to make long-term relationships with younger women. As much as it hurt, she had to deflect his emotional connection, and the best way to do that was to distract him with sex.

"Okay, let's go before you get me out of my juicy panties again," she gasped.

A brief look of surprise with a hint of disappointment flashed across his face, then he gave her a wolfish grin. He swept her up in his arms as she squeaked.

He carried her to the washroom in the hall, and she laughed. "Am I that predictable?" she sighed.

He stepped into the hall with a small smile on his lips.

"I'm just going to put the wheelchair into the back of the truck. I'll be right back," he called out.

That task didn't take long, and soon they'd locked up the house and were heading over to the grocery store. Melody made a list as they drove, and David offered a few suggestions based on what he'd seen in her fridge. He listed the ingredients for their dinner, and she added that to her notepad.

He glanced over and saw her writing it out. "Don't you have a cell phone?"

She glanced over at him. "Hmmm? Oh, no. I make paper notes."

David turned his eyes back to the road, thinking about how fun it would be to share text conversations with Melody, maybe send sexy pics to each other, or video chat. Of course, those ideas only made sense if there was a relationship to maintain. She hadn't caught his hint before, or maybe she did and wasn't interested.

He eventually pulled them into the parking lot and got a good spot, close to the door. He got the wheelchair set up at the bumper of the truck, then collected Melody and carried her towards the chair.

Someone was walking down the lane next to the cars, so he paused to let her pass. As he waited, he enjoyed the feeling of Melody's body pressing against his. Something down below began to wake again. When the way was clear, he moved out from between the cars to set Melody down in the wheelchair.

"Melody?"

David felt her body stiffen in his arms as the woman behind them called out her name. He glanced at Melody's frozen expression, then slowly turned her to face the woman. David saw she was maybe five-foot-three in three-inch red pumps and had an enormous amount of yellow-blonde hair, which cascaded down her back. Her relatively petite frame made her oversized breast implants seem that much more outrageous. She'd obviously also had additional cosmetic surgeries to tighten and smooth her skin, thin out her nose, and plump up her glossy red lips. He couldn't tell how old she was, as there were so many alterations.

Her white jeans might have been painted on, and the knot on her red plaid crop top was almost hidden under the projection of her breasts.

Large, baby blue eyes and oversized lashes blinked at the sight of Melody in David's arms. "It is you! What happened? Wait! Before you answer that, tell me what I have to do to get one of my own?" Brilliant white veneers sparkled in the morning sun as she smiled hungrily at David.

"Hi, Chelsea. This is my neighbor, David Spencer. I fell on Friday and badly sprained my ankle. David's training to be a physiotherapist and has been assisting me while my ankle heals. David, this is Chelsea Cartright. She goes to the same fitness club I do and takes most of the same classes."

David nodded with a friendly smile and gently set Melody in the chair before holding his hand out to engulf Chelsea's much smaller one. He noted the glossy red acrylic nails, so he was careful not to squeeze too tightly.

"Ooo! David, you have a soft touch for such a strong man. Do you think I might experience being lifted in your big, manly arms just once?" Chelsea pleaded while batting her long lashes at him.

Melody's first instinct was the leap from the chair at Chelsea to claw her eyes out while screaming, mine!

She forced that impulse down and realized the pneumatic bimbo might actually help David retain some emotional distance from her. She had to go with it for his sake.

David looked to Melody, who just nodded with a smirk. He was a little confused by that, but he faced Chelsea and scooped the smaller woman into his arms.

"Oh my GOD! He is strong! I feel like a tiny doll in his arms, like he could do anything he wanted to me, and I'd be powerless to stop him," the blonde gushed breathily and licked her lips suggestively as her body trembled.

David smiled politely, then set her down on her feet. She continued to cling to his thick arm as he tried to untangle himself gently.

"Are you here to pick up groceries or to get picked up?" Melody teased the woman. She observed that Chelsea's eyes seemed a little wide, and she was acting a little more scatter-brained than usual.

Finally, the blonde looked at her gym buddy. "What? Oh, you tease!" Chelsea giggled and grinned at Melody, but her eyes kept returning to David. Melody could tell she was trying to think of a way to get this hunky man into her bed.

"How's Julian?" she asked innocently, reminding the woman she had a husband, her third husband, that is.

Chelsea frowned slightly as the unpleasant reality invaded her fantasy about David. Finally, she sighed and faced Melody straight on. "He's at home sleeping off the bender he went on with his sales team after his company's award ceremony last night. How's—"

"He's in Scottsdale, Arizona. Golfing weekend with his buddies," Melody interrupted. The two women shared a sympathetic look. Neither were in ideal marriages.

David wasn't sure what the dynamic was between the two women, but he thought it might be helpful to get this show moving. He got behind the wheelchair and began moving it forward.

Chelsea stepped beside the chair so she could talk with her friend. She sent admiring looks back at David from time to time. When they got inside the store, she pointed a shiny fingernail at the carts. "I only need a few items. Maybe we could share a cart?"

"Sure," Melody said.

With a happy grin, Chelsea pulled a cart free and moved it into the store. David tried to catch Melody's eye as he was unsure of how he should be behaving in front of this stranger. He decided he'd have to follow her lead.

They walked up and down the aisles, and David collected the items from their list as Melody checked them off. He listened to the two women chatting about the gym classes Melody had missed this weekend. Chelsea was more interested in who was banging whom at the club. She was also watching the items he was putting in the cart with a curious expression.

Finally, she turned to Melody. "There are some yummy ingredients here! What are you making?"

Melody grinned at David. "I'm not making anything. David is making Coq au Vin!"

He thought the blonde's eyes couldn't get any bigger, but he was wrong. Chelsea's head swiveled to gape at him. "He looks this good, and he cooks, too?"

David smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"How many servings does the recipe make?" Melody asked him suddenly, and he looked at her curiously.

"It makes five to six servings," he answered.

Melody held Chelsea's eyes, and the blonde was quick to catch the implication. "Would you care to join us for dinner tonight?" Melody was careful to emphasize who she was inviting, as she had no desire to include Julian.

Chelsea's smile was lovely, bright, and excited as she nodded enthusiastically to her gym buddy. "I would love to join you two," she responded, also emphasizing she was only accepting for herself.

Melody looked at a thoroughly confused David. "Eight o'clock?" she asked.

"S-sure. I can make it for eight," David said hesitantly and watched Melody nod to Chelsea. They picked up their last few items and went through the checkout, Chelsea ringing her five items through first.

She waited with her one bag for them to pay for their groceries. She managed the wheelchair as David pushed the cart loaded with their groceries. As they approached the truck, he heard a burst of excited giggles from Chelsea, who stopped the wheelchair at the truck's tailgate. She bent down and kissed Melody's cheek, then waved at David and hustled away with a broad smile on her face.

David loaded the bags into the back, then faced Melody. "Can you tell me what all that was about?"

They heard a honk, and a sporty little red coupe rolled by with Chelsea waving to them. They returned the wave, then the blonde raced off.

David looked at Melody, who raised her arms to be lifted. He frowned, but moved her into the truck and put the chair in the back.

Once he had them driving back to the neighborhood, Melody answered him once she'd thought of a feasible excuse. "I told you I would help you with dating. You said you could talk to me as you're comfortable around me. Now we have a new person for you to make small talk with at dinner. This gives you practice."

David glanced over at Melody, but she was keeping her eyes on the window. He struggled to hide his disappointment as he'd been hoping for a night with just the two of them.

When they got back to her place, David ran the groceries inside and put the perishable items into the fridge.

Melody waited in the truck and fought with herself. She could feel David's confusion and disappointment over her inviting a stranger to dinner. She desperately wanted to keep him to herself, but she knew that wasn't fair to him. She'd distract him with Chelsea tonight, and tomorrow she'd wish him well as she'd be able to move on her own by then.

The lyrics to Paul Simon's Fifty Ways song came to her mind once more, but this time, its message didn't feel so positive.

Regardless, she had to be the adult in this situation, and he had to move on to be with this young woman at school and see if it would work out.

Melody took some shaky breaths as she saw David step outside and lock her front door. He walked back to the truck, got in, and handed her the house keys.

"Time for the mall?" he asked, and she nodded with a smile.

David got them moving again, and he was sure something was up with Melody. There was a stiffness to her posture now. He didn't know how to address that, so he remained silent.

The mall was pretty busy for a long weekend with excellent weather. Melody spotted a good prospect for clothes for him and pointed the way.

As they walked into the shop, he noticed it was definitely more upscale than his usual shopping destination. The clothes were casual but sophisticated. No torn jeans, large brand decals, or bling. Also, no baggy cargo pants to be seen.

He looked to Melody and saw she was smiling as she caught the eye of an approaching saleswoman.

"Hi, may I help you?" the pretty black woman in her mid-twenties said with a smile. David was a little taken by the significant ball of light brown curls curving down to her shoulders.

"Yes, my good friend David here requires an upgrade on his wardrobe. Would you happen to have these pants in his size?" Melody asked, pointing to a mannequin dressed in tan khaki pants.

"We should take his measurements first," the woman said, sharing a subtle smile with Melody. She led them to the back, where the curtained fitting rooms surrounded a large three-way mirror in the middle. She turned to them. "My name is Michelle, and I'll assist you today in finding a new style. David, could you stand here, please?" She gestured to a spot before the mirrors, so he moved to stand there and saw Melody smiling at him in the glass.

Michelle frowned down at his cargo shorts. "Could I ask you to slip out of those so I can get an accurate measurement?" she asked.

He looked at her, then back to Melody before stepping into a nearby fitting room to slip out of his pants. He was grateful he hadn't decided on going commando.

David returned to his position before the mirror, wearing black boxers, sandals, and his black t-shirt. Once more, Michelle and Melody shared a smile.

The saleswoman slipped her hands between David's arms and his body and pushed outwards to get him to lift his arms. She reached around his waist and pulled a tape measure around him. She snugged it tight and noted the number. She knelt next to him and pressed her fingers against his inner thigh, right up against his crotch, the back of her hand pressing against his balls, while her other hand held the tape against the floor.

David made an involuntary grunt and shifted, but her fingers were pressed against his junk, and that was waking quickly.

Before he could protest, she got the second measurement and pulled her hand back as she stood.

Michelle turned to Melody. "Okay, I have the size, and I know we have some in David's size. I'll be right back.

Melody lifted a finger to catch her eye. "The soft gray ones, as well, please." The woman grinned at her and moved away.

David walked back to Melody. "Couldn't we have just looked at the size label in my shorts?"

"They're shorts, David," she said.

He nodded with a frown. "Right. I've never had a measurement taken like that." He made his voice quieter. "I mean, she had her hand right in there, feeling up private parts. Now I'm running out of room in my underwear," he complained.

Melody grinned as she took in the bulge pressing against the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Here we goooOH!" Michelle said as she returned with two pairs of slacks. David took them from her fingers and walked into the fitting room. She walked back to Melody. "He's a big man."

Melody just nodded with a sweet smile on her lips, watching the curtain.

They didn't have to wait too long before David poked his head out of the curtain. He looked a little concerned.

"What's wrong, David?" Melody asked.

He huffed. "I know you said a little tighter, but these may be too snug, especially... now."

"Let's see," Melody said, gesturing for him to come out.

David looked to Michelle, who just crossed her arms and raised a brow. "I can't help you with the fit if I can't see you in the clothes I bring you."

With a frustrated look, David yanked the curtain to the side and stepped out. Both women locked eyes on the pronounced bulge going down his left pant leg.

"Oh my, th-that looks... tight?" Michelle stumbled for her words, unable to look away.

David winced as he tried to get comfortable and felt a pinch instead. "There's no give to the fabric," he noted grumpily. It wasn't helping that both Michelle and Melody were sexily biting their lips.

"These won't do. Please try on the gray pants, as that fabric looked like it might stretch," Melody suggested when she finally got her wits back.

He nodded and stepped back into the fitting room, closing the curtain with another yank.

Michelle looked to the older woman with wide eyes. "Maybe I have a similar pair of tan khakis with more room in the groin area. I'll be right back." She hustled away.

"Ahhh..."

Melody looked to the curtain at the sound of David's sigh. "Everything okay in there?"

"Just a relief to get those pants off. Trying the light gray ones now. The fabric does seem stretchy," he called out.

"I didn't miss anything, did I?" Michelle said breathlessly as she rushed back.

Melody smirked at the woman. "No, he's putting on the other pants now." She looked at what the saleswoman was carrying in her hands.

"I found these, which have more room in the crotch but aren't stretchy. The ones he's trying on now come in these other colors."

Melody immediately knew the tan, but baggy khakis were going to look ugly. The others showed promise. The colors were a dark, almost black, charcoal, a deep forest green, and warm rust.

The curtain yanked open, and David stepped out with a timid smile. The relief he felt was visible on his face.

Less evident than before, due to the soft nature of the fabric, a ridge ran across the front of his pants to the left.

"They feel better?" Michelle squeaked out of a tight throat.

David grinned and nodded. He looked to Melody, who twirled her finger to indicate he should turn.

The cloth clung to him but allowed him to move freely. Both ladies sighed quietly as he stopped with his ass towards them, then continued to turn.

When he was facing them again, Melody turned to Michelle. "Skip the tan. We'll take the light gray and these three, two pairs of each color!" she insisted firmly. Michelle nodded firmly, never taking her eyes from the front of his pants.

David's jaw dropped as he looked to the others Michelle had. "Eight pairs of pants? I have a budget—"

"These are my treat!" Melody insisted firmly, and David's mouth worked silently as he looked into her eyes. He didn't understand what she was doing. Her behavior now was so different from the morning.

Seeing she wasn't going to budge, he gave her a small nod and was rewarded with a pleased smile.

Melody looked up at the saleswoman, who finally managed to turn to look away from David.

"We'll also need shirts. Tailored, casual dress shirts," Melody requested.

"I-I'll need more measurements," Michelle insisted, and Melody nodded. The saleswoman dropped the pants on a nearby stool.

David watched the pretty woman approach with her tape measure in hand once more and a sly smile on her lips.

"Would you mind removing your shirt, please?" Michelle asked, doing her best to keep a straight face.

His mind told him the skin-tight black t-shirt wasn't going to interfere with any upper body measurement she needed to take. However, he would be exposing his condition to this stranger. Maybe that was a good test of his nerve. He nodded and took hold of the hem of the shirt, peeling it up his body. When he finally lifted it over his head, he lowered his hands and watched her expression as her eyes traveled over his muscles.

"Are-are you an athlete?" Michelle asked him quietly as she moved closer.

He nodded. "I played football in school for four years."

Her eyes lifted to look into his. "Do you shave for football?" she asked, puzzled.

David shook his head and took a breath. "It's not shaved. I have no hair below my neck."

"Oh-OH!" she gasped as her eyes dropped once more.

"There's none there, either."

She jumped slightly at being caught looking. She gave him an embarrassed smile and began taking measurements. Her fingers lingered a little on the muscles of his chest. She finally pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "Let me see what I can find for you."

David walked over to see Melody, who was smiling at him. "I'm proud of you. You did very well," she purred as she enjoyed the shirtless view.

He looked around and saw two male customers glancing his way curiously. They were too far away to see his condition, so he ignored them. He almost jumped back when he felt fingers sliding over the soft fabric covering his cock. He looked down quickly and saw Melody smiling to herself as she enjoyed the feel of the cloth and what was underneath.

"I really like these pants on you," she sighed.

He stepped back from her a little. "Maybe this isn't the place to be enjoying it so much." He looked down at himself and saw he was showing, but only if you looked closely. Still, it was much more apparent than his existing baggy shorts. "This much exposure isn't going to get me in trouble at school?"

"Not at all! The first pair you tried on was definitely not suitable, but these are lovely. Are they comfortable?" Melody asked.

He moved around and did a few deep knee bends with no issues. "Yes, they flex really well and are very comfortable. The fabric is cool and doesn't seem to trap heat."

Michelle arrived with her fingers through a half dozen hangers. She took a moment to take in the sight of a topless David. "I have a good selection of shirts that should fit you." She handed him a plain white dress shirt. He slipped it on and buttoned it up. He had to leave the top buttons open as his neck was wider than usual. The sleeves fit, but he still rolled them back, and the tapered waist could have been a little snugger, but it wasn't unattractive. Overall, David was pleased, and from the looks on the faces of the two ladies, they were equally impressed.

"I have a black and royal blue color in the same style, and for patterns, there's a charcoal gray herringbone pattern and a chocolate brown diamond grid, as well. I also have these sleek golf-style shirts in a wicking material. They are very form-fitting and would look very good on David's physique."

Melody raised an eyebrow at David, prompting him to unbutton and remove the white shirt, and then he accepted a black golf shirt. The material was slick and felt good on his skin when he pulled it on.

Michelle ran her hand across his chest, enjoying the feel of the material which clung to him like a second skin. "Mmm, it's such a smooth, slick feeling fabric, and it goes so well with the gray pants. She turned him around and guided him to the mirrors.

David faced it with a blush from her hands sliding over his chest. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded. It really was a more mature style for him. The dress shirts weren't as form-fitting, but they had great style.

"Oh, I think your pocket isn't tucked in properly," Michelle said from behind him.

Suddenly, her hand was slipping into his left pocket to glide over his trapped cock. She slid her hand the length of it, then squeezed it once firmly. She moaned as she momentarily rested her forehead against his back, as tingles rushed down her spine. She released him slowly, dragging her fingertips along its length as if memorizing the shape until her hand left his pocket.

She quickly turned to Melody, slightly breathless. "The dress shirts are buy two, get the third free. The Golf shirts are buy one, get the second for fifty percent. There are more colors and patterns in both styles if you'd like to see."

David was feeling a little shaken by being groped by a stranger and watched the woman in the mirror speaking with Melody, talking as if nothing had happened. He was being ignored, so he picked up his black t-shirt from the stool and stepped into the fitting room to switch back into his old clothes.

Before he stepped out, he paused to think about how he should act. While he thought the woman was attractive, he hadn't invited the touching, hadn't expected it, or wanted it, truthfully.

He wanted... Melody.

But she might not want him... like he wanted her.

He sighed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to wear tighter clothes. Not if they gave strangers the impression they had permission to touch him. He wasn't in favor of that. He wondered if Melody had seen what the woman had done, and if not, would she be offended once she knew.

David suddenly recalled Auden touching him, as well. He realized she'd behaved like Michelle, but why did it feel different? Auden was also a stranger, if a familiar one. Maybe that was it?

Tired of the navel-gazing, he pushed the curtain back, but Melody wasn't there. He spotted them midway up the store, carrying clothes to the cash desk. He brought the gray pants and the black golf shirt as he joined them. He dropped the two items on the counter and saw eight pairs of pants, six golf shirts in a selection of colors, and six dress shirts, half of which were solid colors and the others in patterns. There were also two leather belts, one black and one brown.

David turned to face Melody. "I thought I'd be buying a couple of pairs of pants and a few shirts. I wasn't expecting you to pay for anything. What's all this?"

She looked at him with a pout. "I want to treat you! You practically saved my life this weekend, and I want to show my appreciation. Please let me!"

He gaped at the register's display, which showed the accumulating price of the clothes as Michelle rang the items through. He spun back to Melody.

"You're forgetting one big obstacle to your plan. My mom! She'll never agree to this. She'll insist on reimbursing you, and this—" He jerked a thumb at the register's screen. "—isn't in the household budget."

"David, you just leave your mother to me. You think she's stubborn and prideful? You haven't seen me in action," Melody said firmly with a steely look in her eye.

He leaned against the counter in defeat and heard a gentle snort from the other side. He looked across to see Michelle's smug little smile. For just a moment, he was tempted to remind her to ask first the next time she chose to cop a feel. He really couldn't say that as he hadn't confronted Auden. Instead, he looked away and sighed.

Once Melody paid, David accepted the bags from Michelle, and she tucked a store business card into the pocket of his shorts, her name and number handwritten on the back.

"Don't be a stranger, David," she said cheekily.

"Have a good day, Michelle," he returned politely.

Once they got into the mall, David hung the bags from the back of the wheelchair and took up station behind it once again.

"I'm concerned these new clothes are going to give people the wrong idea about me," he said to Melody.

"What do you mean?" Melody asked.

"I've never had women pay that much attention to me, and now in two days, I've had three women touching me... intimately, without permission. Two, actually, as you have permission."

Melody fought back a snort, hearing she had permission, then she heard what he'd said. "Who else touched you?" she asked with a frown.

"Michelle just stuffed her hand in my pocket and took a long, firm squeeze," he said.

"I didn't see her doing that!" Melody exclaimed. She'd enjoyed teasing David with the saleswoman, but groping was over the line. "I'm sorry, David. I wasn't aware she was taking liberties." She recalled that David said two. "Who else?"

David squirmed. While he was pleased to hear Melody acting a little possessive over him, how she'd react to the next one gave him concern. He pushed ahead. "Auden placed her hand over the bulge in my pants last night and gave me a gentle squeeze. Granted, she was doing it to put one of Becca's friends in her place, who also works at the florist shop."

Melody smiled. That was actually good news, of a sort. She wanted David to have a relationship with someone his age, and Auden was someone he expressed interest in. They had the common ground of their school, at least. "I don't think that was her only reason for touching you."

David felt a little thrill at that but returned to his point. "Still, the sudden attention after being almost invisible is a little unnerving. These clothes are maybe a little too effective."

Melody chuckled. "David, it's not specifically the clothes. It's your confidence. Women are attracted to confident men. While you seem to be unaware of it, you act more mature and confident when you're dressed like an adult. That's where the attraction is coming from."

David stared at her in surprise. He'd been completely oblivious about how he was acting. He didn't feel different.

"You have the black loafers at home, but you need brown ones too," Melody suggested as she looked for a shoe store.

"Okay, but I'm paying for them!" David blurted, taking command once more.

She smiled at him and nodded.

It didn't take long to find a shop, and David let Melody choose the shoes, but he bought them. He left the box in the store, and the new purchase went into one of the bags. Then he looked at her.

"Do you think we can stop for lunch in the food court?" he asked as his stomach grumbled.

"Sure. What's good?" she asked.

He looked at her like she was mad. "It's a food court! There's no good food here! Just bad but tasty food!"

She grinned at his false outrage.

He picked up Chinese food, and she chose some items as well. He paid, and she carried the tray on her lap while they found a table with wheelchair access.

As they ate, she picked at her food. "You were right. It's bad. Not sure if I'd call it tasty, though." David sent her an apologetic look, but she held up her hands. "No, it's fine. I have a gourmet meal being cooked for me by a sexy chef tonight, and besides, I'm not really hungry now."

This looked like the perfect opportunity to ask her about tonight.

"Hi, David!"

He looked to his left and saw Auden standing there with a tray in her hands. He froze as it was so unexpected. He didn't feel ready. Especially, to have her meet the woman teaching him to be a better lover, a woman he was becoming emotionally attached to. It was jarring.

"Ah, Auden! You're not working at the florist shop today?"

She shook her head and glanced at Melody, who raised an eyebrow at David. He caught on quickly.

He stood and gestured to Melody. "Auden, this is my neighbor and good friend, Melody Dawson. Melody, this is Auden Wright. She's in many of my classes at school and works at the florist shop I went to last night."

"I own it, actually," Auden corrected him with a smile, and David blinked in surprise at her.

"But... you're still going to school! You're so young to have such an established shop. It's been around for years!" David blurted.

"May I join you two?" she asked timidly.

"Sorry, yes," David responded quickly, gesturing to the chair next to him, but she immediately moved to the seat next to Melody and gave the woman a wide smile.

Melody returned the smile, then grinned at David's off-balance expression. She was actually delighted to meet the young woman with whom David was potentially going to have a relationship. She actually liked what she saw so far. Auden seemed sweet, and her accent was delightful! David could do worse.

David retook his seat across from Melody.

Auden continued. "I own it because my uncle left it to me in his will. That caused a big stink in the family, not that they really liked me before. I work at the shop because I enjoy it and it reminds me of him. But I don't work on Sundays. Besides, I'm twenty. I'm older than you!"

David was a little nervous about how open she was being. He was also surprised she was older, yet in his grade. She'd been held back? That didn't make sense, given how smart she was. Then he noticed how nervous she looked. Her hands were trembling! Before he had time to think about it, instinct made him reach across the table and place his hand atop hers. She froze, and big blue eyes behind her dark-rimmed glasses locked onto his. "Your uncle must have really loved you to leave you the shop," he said with a gentle smile.

She dipped her head forward, her long black waves of hair swinging forward to hide her face. For a second, he thought she might've been crying, but she suddenly looked up again, and he saw her smile and the flush across her face.

"Thank you," was all she said, but her happiness was evident.

He pulled his hand back to continue eating and saw her hand lift to follow his, then drop quickly.

"Are you here to do a little shopping?" Melody asked her.

Auden pushed her hair back behind her ears and smiled at Melody. "Yes, but just browsing. I picked up a new book. I like to read."

David noticed Auden was a little gushy around Melody. She kept giving the older woman furtive little glances. He also saw that Melody appeared to be enjoying her attention.

"What did you get?" Melody asked, and Auden hurriedly pulled a book from her purse, the receipt used as a bookmark.

David saw it was one of those lusty historical romances. A bodice ripper, in other words. A book of manly men having their way with innocent women wearing flowy gowns, their ripe bosoms swelling out of their dresses. Melody was reading the synopsis on the back.

She looked at Auden. "This sounds really steamy! I enjoy these stories, too." That brought another look of joy to Auden's face.

Melody looked at the cover, and a sly grin came to her face. She turned the book to show the picture to Auden. "Doesn't this hunky man on the cover bear a striking resemblance to David? That's not a coincidence, is it?"

David was about to tell Melody to stop teasing Auden when the younger woman's face flushed once more, and she shook her head. Her eyes glanced at David to see his reaction. While he was flattered and a little confused by the comparison, he gave her a warm smile. He didn't know where to go with this conversation, so he decided to change direction. "My shopping is done. What are you looking for after lunch?" he asked Melody.

She could see he was feeling uncomfortable, and for some reason, she needed to push him a little more. "Sexy lingerie. Victoria's Boudoir is just down this corridor." She felt a strange joy at seeing the blush creep up David's face, though she wasn't sure why. She looked to the brunette and caught the happy smile on her face as well. Auden was enjoying this, too. "Don't you love the feeling of sexy, silky, naughty lingerie caressing your skin?"

Auden's eyes locked on hers, and her mouth moved silently as desperation appeared in her eyes.

"Have you not had that experience yet?" Melody asked in surprise. Auden bit her lip and shook her head, so Melody took Auden's hand in hers and felt the young woman tremble. She gave her a compassionate smile, and Auden looked like she was going to melt. Another naughty thought popped into Melody's mind, and the words slipped free. "That won't do! David will choose something sexy for you."

David was frozen. What the fuck was Melody up to? First, she invites her gym buddy to the intimate dinner he had planned for her alone. Now she was seriously jeopardizing his chances with— He stopped when he saw the bashful but hopeful expression on Auden's face.

"Yes," he insisted firmly. His brain was spinning at how boldly he'd said the word. What the fuck? She flashed a bright smile at him, her eyes practically twinkling with joy.

Everyone returned to eating as speaking suddenly felt too awkward. The emotions around the table were heightened, and David finally put his unfinished meal onto the tray, his appetite crushed by his excitement.

Melody was struggling to keep the grin from her lips. She wasn't sure why she was enjoying this so much. While it did make her a little blue, she couldn't feel jealous about giving David up for this delightful young woman, since she got such a good vibe from her. She handed her dishes to David, who collected Auden's, and walked away to the cleaning station.

"Are you two lovers?" Auden blurted urgently but quietly.

Melody looked in the woman's eyes and smiled at the eagerness she saw there. "Would it bother you if I said we were?"

"No!" Auden gasped excitedly. "You're so beautiful, and he's so... that would be so sexy! But would that mean I'm not someone David would be interested in? I don't know his type. I mean, it was obvious that he was fixated on Rebecca, and even I could see she wasn't worthy."

Melody smiled at Auden as her impression of the woman was bang on. She was flattered that this lovely young woman thought she was beautiful. "Trust me when I say, he's definitely interested in you." She thought back to getting to know him. "He's not what I expected. He's not as self-absorbed as someone of his sex and age normally would be. He's much more aware of the feelings of others, and then there's his body..." Melody got a little lost in her memories.

Auden squirmed and got a dreamy look in her eye.

David returned to see an introspective look on the faces of the two ladies. "Ready to go shopping for sexy underthings?" he asked, and both sucked in a short breath and nodded with grins.

He got behind the wheelchair once more as Auden scrambled to get up and walk next to the chair.

The walk to the shop wasn't long, and soon David found himself surrounded by a veritable rainbow of sexy undies.

"David looks like a kid in a candy store," Melody snickered, drawing a nervous smile from Auden. She saw the girl was moments away from losing her nerve and bolting. She couldn't have that. "Auden, come here," she said quietly and looked to David. "Can you give us a moment?" He nodded and wandered away.

Melody was a little surprised when Auden dropped to her knees next to the chair. "Talk to me, Auden. What's making you nervous?"

Auden glanced around and saw they were alone. "David's going to find out..."

Melody sighed softly. "He's going to see why you wear loose clothing?" Auden nodded. "You know he wears loose clothes to hide, too, but last night you got to feel what he's been hiding." The younger woman's eyes widened in surprise when she heard Melody knew what she'd done. Melody continued. "Trust me, if there's anyone who'll understand, it's David." Auden's nervousness seemed to be fading. "If it will make you feel better, you can tell me first."

Auden was thinking about that. "It would be better if I could show you."

Melody's eyebrows rose, then she nodded as Auden bit her lip nervously. "In a fitting room?" she asked, and Auden nodded.

"David?" she called out, and the man in question approached. "Can you get me into one of the fitting rooms?" He nodded to her and wheeled her to the back of the store with Auden following.

He lifted her into his arms, then set her down on her right foot in one of the open rooms. Melody made a shooing motion with a smile, and he stepped out.

Auden stepped into the doorway and turned to him. "I'll come find you when we're done." Then she closed the door.

David knew a dismissal when he heard one, so he pushed the wheelchair back out into the store.

Melody watched the taller woman fidget and saw her eyes were becoming glassy. The older woman opened her arms for a hug. Auden immediately closed the distance and wrapped her arms around Melody to hold her tightly against her chest. Auden managed to contain her tears, but she let out a small moan.

"Auden, what's wrong?" Melody was conscious of stiffness under the loose top Auden was wearing.

Instead of speaking, Auden stepped back and yanked her top up and over her head.

Melody stared in puzzlement at the wide bandage wrapped around Auden's torso, then it sank in. She was binding her breasts! "What? Why are you doing this?"

Auden's face was red. "I have three older sisters. All of them are copies of my mother: blonde, petite, and perfect sized breasts. I was an ugly duckling my entire life. When I reached puberty, it got worse. I shot up in height, towering over my family members, and my breasts grew to an embarrassing size. My Uncle Sebastian was the only one in my family who ever showed me any love. After a major fight with his sister, he finally broke a family vow. He told me how his younger sister had a blowout with her husband, which resulted in her having a drunken one-night stand with an old boyfriend, and I was the result of that night. My features came from the mother of my real father's genes. She was raven-haired, tall, slim, and had large breasts. Tits on a stick."

She began to cry, and Melody pulled her into a tight hug. "Auden, you're truly lovely, and I'm sorry you were told otherwise. You shouldn't compare yourself to anyone. Everyone is unique, and you should be proud of your body. David has been hiding his beautiful body because he's been self-conscious about it. It's a shame that these distorted ideas of what's beautiful and what's not get tangled up in our heads. You are beautiful, and you shouldn't hide your body. Can I help you remove these bandages?"

Blue eyes looked into hers as she gave Melody a small, trembling smile.

It didn't take long to unwrap the wide elasticized bandages, and when the last one came off, Melody saw Auden was squirming uncomfortably as she covered her large, round breasts with an arm. She was rubbing her skin with the other. Melody winced at the red marks crossing the younger woman's body, caused by the pressure of the bandages. "Is it painful?" she asked.

Auden shrugged, then shook her head. "Not too much. It's so itchy, though. I never take them off away from home and never in the middle of the day."

Melody shook her head with a compassionate smile. "You have lovely breasts. They're definitely generous, but trust me that David will appreciate them very much. I can say, without fear of contradiction, that he is a breast man.

Auden held her eyes and slowly dropped her arm, fully exposing her breasts. Her large areolas were dark, and her nipples were even darker and thick. It would be hard to hide those under thin fabrics.

Melody knew Auden was incredibly self-conscious of them, so she simply smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. The younger moaned breathily and clung to her as she trembled, so Melody held her tighter. She felt so sad that the young woman had been mentally abused by her family for so many years, and by her mother as well! Shameful!

"You are very beautiful, Auden. Anyone who said differently was wrong and was being intentionally cruel to make you feel bad about yourself for their own selfish reasons. David will tell you the same."

After a moment, she pulled her face back to look up into the woman's blue eyes. Seconds later, Auden pressed her lips against Melody's, causing the older woman to squeak in surprise.

Auden pulled back to see the shock on Melody's face, and her expression fell. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I thought when you hugged me, you—" Auden was red in the face and trying to flee, but Melody kept a tight grip on her arms and faced her. Finally, the struggling woman looked into Melody's eyes and saw she wasn't angry or disgusted.

"You just caught me by surprise, Auden. I wasn't aware you liked women that way."

The tall brunette bent her head to hide her face behind her hair once more. "I like you," she said quietly. After a moment, she continued. "I've never been with a woman, but for you, I'd be willing to do anything."

Melody was very flattered and tried to keep her perspective on this. She was likely the first person to tell her she wasn't ugly, aside from her uncle. Considering her reaction to Melody, she wondered how she'd reacted to the uncle. That was a path Melody was not ready to explore.

"I thought you liked men? You said you thought David was attractive. Is that not the case? Should we be telling David you're not interested in him—"

"No! I am! He's so sexy!" Auden gushed.

Melody grinned and nodded. She'd been standing for too long and using her left foot, so her ankle was getting tired. "If you don't mind, I need to sit down. My ankle is beginning to hurt."

Auden immediately assisted Melody to sit on the small bench and sat next to her, leaning against her shoulder gently.

"Have you been measured for a bra?" Melody asked.

Auden nodded.

"Recently?" Melody clarified and received a timid shake of the head. "Let's get some assistance. You're going to need to do it because I can't walk at the moment." Auden's eyes widened as she looked nervously at the other woman. "Just pull your top on, step out into the store, and flag down one of the sales associates to join us back here. No, no bandages. You have an amazing body. Just as David does, neither of you should be hiding."

Auden hesitantly stood and pulled her top back on, and while it was still a little loose, the shape and size of her breasts were more evident without the binding. Particularly noticeable were the bumps caused by her nipples. Auden looked to Melody timidly, but the older woman just reached up and gave each breast a playful little squeeze. As her nipples were so sensitive, Auden gasped, and her knees went weak, causing her to wobble. Melody grinned, turned Auden in the direction of the door, and gave her tight little ass a push.

Stepping outside the room, Auden quickly looked around to see if a sales clerk was nearby, but the back of the store was deserted. She desperately didn't want to walk closer to the front of the store. She felt the beginnings of panic, then relaxed as she saw someone approaching. The relief quickly disappeared, and she froze once more.

It was David! His face wore a concerned expression as he watched her face.

She wanted to run, but she couldn't, as there was nowhere to go.

"Auden, are you okay?" he asked as he walked closer with the wheelchair. He got past the last rack between them, and his eyes dipped down to see her filling out her top very nicely. While he didn't know how she'd done it, he was sure this was the work of Melody, pushing Auden as she had him, to make him realize he didn't have to hide. He also understood Auden would be feeling very awkward as he had. He looked into her eyes and gave her a warm smile. "You look lovely in that top! It fits you very well! Very sexy, too."

Her look of surprise was priceless. A shy smile bloomed on her face as she let her eyes travel over his body.

"Where is Melody?" he asked.

Auden suddenly recalled why she'd come out in the first place. "She's waiting in the fitting room. Her ankle was hurting, so I helped her sit on the bench."

David's expression became concerned once more. "Are you okay in there, Melody? May I open the door?"

"Yes, to both questions," she responded, so he opened it and smiled at the woman sitting on the bench.

"Can I move you to the chair again?" he asked.

Melody lifted her arms, and he stepped into the fitting room to scoop her up once more. She playfully kissed him on the cheek as he stepped out next to Auden. He stopped, looked her in the eye, and she could see he wanted her and was willing to take her right there behind the curtain. The intensity of his gaze made her bite her lip, then David turned his face slowly to Auden while he held Melody in his arms, pulling her tight against his body. Melody moaned quietly.

"She can get a little naughty from time to time," he said calmly as he looked deeply into Auden's eyes. She nodded timidly, and a small smile appeared.

"I kissed her," she blurted to David.

He cracked a sudden smile, looked to Melody, who was getting a little dreamy-eyed as her breast pressed against his chest, and rubbed her hip against his hard stomach muscles. "Did you enjoy that, Melody?"

She gave him a quick little nod. David smiled at the need he was seeing on her face. He turned back to Auden, who was watching Melody with a thrilled little smile. He was relieved to see Melody hadn't frightened her off. If anything, Auden seemed willing to play along. Maybe there was an opportunity here.

"So, you can be a little naughty from time to time, as well?" he asked the woman who now filled out her top so well.

Auden's eyes flashed to his as she heard the challenge in his voice. She nodded to him, desperately wishing he'd take her in his arms like he was holding Melody.

He suddenly got the craziest idea. Melody was telling him that confidence was just experience repeated, so he recalled his time with her last night and felt his nerves settle. He glanced to the cash desk and saw all the sales associates were continuing to gab and ignore their customers. He caught Auden's eye once more.

"Come here," he said. She stepped closer, and he nodded. "Closer."

Auden was trembling with excitement. Soon, she was standing before him, with Melody squeezed between their bodies. David had a confident little smile on his lips as he leaned his face closer to hers. She found herself leaning towards him; their lips met, and her heart soared. Sparks leaped from her lips throughout her body, and she felt a little lightheaded.

It was Melody's sigh that brought them back from the kiss. They leaned away from each other and looked to the woman in David's arms.

"That was beautiful," she gushed quietly, tears in her eyes.

"What's with the tears?" David asked.

Melody shook her head, but he gently bounced her in his arms until she agreed to tell him. "Seeing you two together with so much life ahead of you, it fills my heart with joy and a little sadness. I wish—"

David suddenly lifted Melody to him and took her mouth with his. She made a surprised sound and melted against him as he caressed and tasted her mouth with his. When he pulled back, she was watching him with wide eyes.

He needed to know what was up with her. That kiss was exactly how passionate and loving their first kisses had been. This flirty playing that she'd been up to today stood out in contrast even more clearly.

"Excuse me, sir. Just what are you doing?"

The belligerent tone of the voice cut through the haze in David's mind, and he automatically prepared to apologize until his frustration slammed on the brakes. There was no way he was going to apologize for this. He'd passed by the cash desk and knew they'd just been gossiping idly, ignoring their customers. He aimed a steely gaze at the approaching sales clerk.

"These ladies have been waiting for some assistance since we arrived, but all of the sales associates were too busy socializing to pay attention. We were wondering if we'd have to start having sex back here before one of you would notice you had customers and approach. Is this how head office trains its employees?"

Something in David's tirade must have struck a nerve, perhaps an earlier complaint to head office, as the woman's high ground immediately evaporated from under her, and her expression became contrite. When David gently set Melody down in an actual wheelchair, the sales clerk looked like she might begin to cry.

David locked eyes with her again. "Now that we have your attention, please attend to their needs." He stepped away to move to the front of the store, leaving the three ladies to watch him go. Melody was the first to recover and hid her proud smile as she cleared her throat to get the girl to focus on her.

"Yes, ma'am!" the girl squeaked from her tight throat.

Melody read her tag. "Vikkie, is it?" The girl nodded. "You can call me Melody, and this is Auden. She needs to be measured for a new bra. Can you assist with that?"

Vikkie nodded quickly and joined Auden in a fitting room for a few minutes. Melody could hear quiet voices as they took the measurements before Vikkie returned to Melody.

"Her best size would be a thirty-two G, but we don't have anything in that size," she said. "Her best bet in this mall would be a shop called Starz, which has a broader range of sizes in their lingerie."

"I see. Thank you. Could I ask you to get David to join us?" Melody said, and the woman nodded nervously and hustled away. Melody wheeled herself closer to the curtain. "Auden? Are you doing okay, honey?"

The door opened, and a glum face looked back at her. "She told me they don't have anything my size."

"So we move to another store. She mentioned another one called Starz. Let's go find it." Melody held out her hand, and Auden took it and squeezed it.

"Thank you," Auden said quietly as she stood and bundled all of her bandages and clips.

Melody looked up at her. "For what?"

Auden dipped her head forward, her hair hiding her face once more. "For being so nice to me."

"Oh, Auden, you don't need to thank me for that. I really like you, and from that kiss David gave you, I can tell he does, too," Melody said with a sly grin.

The tall woman lifted her face and spotted David, standing behind the wheelchair.

"I do," he said, causing Auden's face to light up with a shy smile.

David looked to Melody. "The woman asked me to come speak with you."

Melody nodded. "Yes, we're going to go check out another store as they don't have her size here."

He looked back at Auden. "Would you like me to carry those?" he said, gesturing to the bandages. She nodded, and he dumped them into a shopping bag hanging on the back of the chair. David began to move, then stopped to look back at Auden, who seemed reluctant to leave the privacy of the back of the store. "Please come with me," he said and held out an elbow. She rushed over and looped her hand through his arm so she could be by his side as they left the store.

Melody directed them to an information screen and found where Starz was located. They backtracked through the food court, and a short distance down another corridor, they found the shop. Melody pointed to a bench where David parked the chair. She looked up at him. "I'm going to wait out here. The aisles in there look a little cramped for a wheelchair. I'll be fine." She gestured for David to bring his face closer. "Thirty-two G."

"Oh! Great!" he said, his face warming up. He looked to Auden, who watched him closely. "Let's go buy you something pretty." She flashed him a smile.

They walked into the store and saw it was a little more playful, with some naughty costumes on display as well. Auden drew them to a wall display of bra and panty sets. They were arranged by size, so they walked to the end of the wall where the larger sizes were. Only three were flagged as thirty-two G, but one immediately caught David's eye as it was a close match to the black satin bra Melody owned. He reached up and lifted it down. Auden's eyes lit up with excitement when she saw what he had chosen.

She bit her lip as she accepted the items from his hand. She noticed the accompanying underwear was a thong, and her eyebrows went up. "I've never worn one of these before."

"We can find a more traditional style—" he began, but she touched his arm to stop him.

"No! I'll give it a try." With a timid little smile, she walked to the back and went into a fitting room.

David looked around and some bright colors in another display caught his eye. He wandered over to the display and saw that they were swimsuits. His mind immediately pictured Auden in one of these dazzling suits, and his mouth watered. He scanned the rack and found one size thirty-two G. The cups of the top were brilliantly colored with shiny gold accents. The bottoms were once again thong style. He recalled Melody's suit, imagining the two women enjoying the pool behind his home, and suddenly decided he had to get this for Auden if the bra fit.

He carried the swimsuit to the back and waited outside the fitting room area.

"Can I help you, sir?" a sales clerk asked him with a suspicious look.

He smiled at her. "My... girlfriend is trying something on, and I brought her something else to try."

David heard a squeak, and Auden peeked out the curtain to check the area for strangers. Seeing just David and the saleswoman, she suddenly threw the curtain wide. Auden stood there in the sexiest underwear David had ever seen, next to Melody's. The smooth black satin clung to her ample curves.

She looked into his eyes while she gave him the most adorable smile. "I'm your girlfriend?" she said, biting her lower lip as she enjoyed his admiring gaze.

"Yes, if you'll have me as a boyfriend." She nodded quickly. "Auden, you look..." David's mouth worked, but his words failed him. She had a fantastic figure, but her extraordinary bosom took his breath away.

"Uh, you're going to have to buy that! You're supposed to try it on over your underwear," the saleswoman said indignantly.

Auden's happiness dimmed at the scolding, so David came to her defense. "Lesson learned. Besides, of course, I'm going to buy it! Can't you see how amazing she looks in it!" That brought her smile back and put one on the saleswoman's face as well.

Spotting the colorful fabric in David's hand, Auden gestured to it. David lifted the bikini and wiggled his eyebrows at her with a grin.

"It's beautiful," she said as she admired it.

"Would you like to come swimming at my place tomorrow? Lunchtime? Oh! Are you working?" he asked.

She shook her head. "The shop is closed tomorrow. I'd love to come over."

"So, I'll get the swimsuit, too," he said with a smile. Auden nodded with a grin.

"I've never worn a bikini," she admitted.

David gave her a hot look. "I'm looking forward to it." He looked to the saleswoman. "She'll wear these out." The woman nodded and moved to collect the tag from the bra and panties

Giving him a sexy smile again, Auden closed the curtain to get dressed.

David followed the woman and made the purchases. He glanced out the front of the store and saw Melody speaking to another woman with a smile on her face. She seemed okay, so he relaxed a little.

When he felt the gentle pressure of Auden's breasts against his back, he looked over his shoulder into her happy eyes.

"Hey, how do you feel?" he asked quietly.

The pressure increased as she pressed herself against him. "So much more comfortable. I'm going to go online when I get home and order myself a bunch more of these."

He accepted the receipt and shopping bag from the sales clerk, then guided Auden a few steps away to take a closer look at her. Her breasts were now cradled in the bra and presented up and forward. This made her blouse project outwards more than before, and the shape and size of her breasts were now far more evident. She was showing cleavage as well. He couldn't get over the difference. So damn sexy!

Auden was watching his appreciative gaze, and her eyes twinkled with happiness. He leaned forward, and she quickly met his lips with hers for a sensual kiss that left them both a little breathless. She pressed her forehead against his. "This... this is all happening so quickly," she sighed.

"Too fast?" he asked carefully. "I'm new to this as well."

She pulled back to give him a happy smile. "No! I'm not complaining. It's just that I've always dreamed of having a boyfriend and..." She glanced outside to see Melody laughing with another woman. "...a girlfriend. I don't make friends easily."

David took her hands in his and saw her smile widen. "I need to speak to you about Melody—"

"She's your lover," she blurted quietly to him. He blinked in surprise. "I may not have ever had a boyfriend, but I figured that out when I first spoke with you two in the food court. It was how you looked at each other."

David's expression showed his frustration, and Auden watched him closely.

"She'd been acting... different today. I-I thought... I felt an emotional connection, but today, it's like she's trying to put distance between us. That's why I kissed her as I did in the last shop. To reaffirm that connection with her. I'm sure she feels it, but she's still pushing away. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe she does want a casual fling with me." He looked into Auden's eyes and saw a little nervousness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I really want to be your boyfriend and lover, and to see where this takes us. I-I guess I'm not a casual affair kind of person."

Auden moved a hand to his chest and looked him in the eye. "I'm okay with you being emotionally attached to Melody. I've just met her, and I could easily see myself becoming attached to her, as well. She's so open and warm-hearted, I really get a good feeling about her." David was nodding as he felt precisely the same way.

David slipped a hand into her hair at the back of her head and pulled Auden's lips to his again, but this time his kiss was hungry, and she made a cute little mew of need as she pressed her chest against his.

When he pulled back, he saw the excitement in her eyes. "Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?"

"I-I can't make it tonight, but I'll be there tomorrow," she said with a little pout.

David nodded. "One of the things Melody did to pull away was invite her friend to dinner tonight and hint that the woman might want more. I don't want to be with this woman, so I'm going to ask Melody to cancel with her. This may sound selfish, but I want you and Melody."

"I'm okay with that. Would you be okay with it if I wanted Melody, too?" she asked timidly.

David grinned. "Considering how wonderful she is, I'd be surprised if you felt differently." He pulled out his cell, and he and Auden traded numbers and email addresses. Now they could text each other.

He took her hand in his and left the store to join Melody and her friend, who looked up with a smile as they approached.

"David, Auden, I'd like you to meet Patricia, a friend of mine from the club where I work out," Melody said. They nodded and said their hellos with a smile, and the woman greeted them, then said her goodbyes and left.

"We didn't chase her off, did we?" David asked.

Melody chuckled. "No, she just has a busy schedule with her kids." She admired Auden's new look. "You found a bra! You look very nice! How does it feel?"

Auden clung to David's arm, squeezing her breast against him. "David bought me the most beautiful and comfortable bra, and the panties are a thong. I feel so sexy!" she whispered to them, which brought grins to both.

"I invited Auden to dinner tonight, but she's otherwise occupied. She's coming over for lunch and a swim tomorrow with her new bikini," David explained as Auden lifted the bikini from the shopping bag.

"Ooo! That's gorgeous!" Melody exclaimed, and Auden bounded excitedly on her toes. That bounced parts of her anatomy, which were no longer strapped down. David's eyes watched the motion with interest. She hugged him a little tighter.

Melody looked back at David. "Don't forget we have company for dinner tonight."

David's expression became a little more serious. "Yeah, about that. Is there any way we might cancel with our dinner guest?"

Melody looked at him in surprise. "Well, that would be rather rude, and she was looking forward to it so much. She'll be so disappointed."

David sat on the bench and took Melody's right hand between his. "I'm more concerned about her expectations for after dinner. She was looking at me like I was dessert, and you weren't trying to convince her otherwise." He saw that Melody was at a loss for words. "It felt like your inviting her was to put some emotional distance between you and me. I know I'm a complete novice at relationships. I just became Auden's boyfriend, and I hope I don't screw that up. If you aren't interested in having a relationship with me," He glanced up at Auden with a smile. "...with us, please just tell us. Be warned, your words had better be damn convincing, because I feel a different answer to that question in your kiss and how you hold me."

Melody's face was red and tears were pooling in her eyelashes as her eyes moved between David and Auden. The younger woman knelt next to the chair and took Melody's left hand and pressed it to her lips as she looked beseechingly into her eyes. With a sweet smile, David copied Auden by pressing Melody's other hand to his lips.

"I-I can't expect—" she began in a little girl's voice.

David stopped her. "That's not what I'm asking. All you need to tell us is if you want to be in our relationship. We want you, with our very souls, we want you. What do you want?"

Melody's bottom lip was trembling, and her lovely brown eyes looked anxiously at David. "I... I want that, too."

After David and Auden hugged her, she squeezed their hands to get their attention. "Until I've dealt with the divorce, we shouldn't do anything in public. I'll file on Tuesday. I know we were indiscreet in the lingerie shop, but this is much more visible," she said with a shaky voice.

David nodded and shared a smile with Auden. They both beamed excited smiles back at Melody, and she couldn't keep her own face from joining in. She felt an enormous weight lifting from her shoulders.

She wouldn't be alone.

David got behind the chair again. "Any more shopping to do?"

Melody needed a nap from the emotional rollercoaster this day had been. "Not for me. I'm done for the day. I still have to come up with an excuse for Chelsea."

"Don't."

David and Melody looked at Auden in surprise. "Didn't I just mention she thinks I'm going to have sex with her?" he said quietly.

"David, I've just entered into a relationship with a handsome and sexy man and a beautiful and sexy woman. I'm so excited to begin exploring what that means. I'm not a virgin, but I've only had sex once, years ago, and it was very awkward and uncomfortable. I don't mind you learning a few things before we get together. You said you aren't emotionally connected to this woman, so I don't need to feel anxious about you dropping me for her, right?"

"Definitely not!" David exclaimed in surprise, and she smiled in satisfaction.

"So, have her over and learn new things from her. Then show them to me. I need to learn so much! One thing I already know, I like to be... taught," she said with a sexy smile.

David moaned at how sexy Auden sounded, and Melody giggled at his expression. Auden joined in as she grinned at David.

Melody's heart was also filled with excitement. Auden was proving to be a catalyst for experimentation. Truthfully, Melody hadn't expected any of this, but getting Auden with David was making her future look much brighter than she'd hoped for. She was having trouble keeping the smile from her face.

"Can we offer you a lift home?" David asked Auden, and she nodded.

David was on cloud nine. Melody finally confessed that she shared his feelings and wanted to be with him. On top of that, Auden, beautiful, smart, quirky, and sexy-as-hell Auden, was his girlfriend! He couldn't believe his luck. He sighed happily.

Melody heard him and looked up to see his beatific expression. "What was that sigh for?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"I just can't get over how amazing this weekend turned out to be. It started with disappointment at being left at home when my family went off to the theme park, but that was the best thing that could have happened. I'm sorry you fell and hurt yourself, but it forced us together, and that was such a blessing. Melody, you gave me the confidence to speak to Auden in the florist shop and break free from being the follower I'd become with those jerks from school."

"You'd already decided to break ties with them before we spoke," Melody insisted.

He nodded. "Okay, that's true, but talking with you made me realize I was hiding what made me different, and you gave me the confidence to be me and to speak with Auden."

Auden dipped down and kissed Melody on the cheek. "Thank you for that and for helping me with my shyness, too," she said with a sweet smile. Melody gave her and David a happy smile as her lashes pooled with tears of joy.

When they reached the truck, David lifted her inside and loaded the parcels behind the seat. As he put the wheelchair in the back, Auden climbed up next to Melody, who slid to the middle of the bench. Auden snuggled against her side.

David got in, and once everyone was buckled, Auden gave him her address. David's eyebrows rose as she lived in one of the more upscale neighborhoods in town.

He gave her his address, and she added it to his contact details for tomorrow.

"Actually, we'll be at Melody's house, so go there and ring her doorbell." He gave Auden the house number.

The drive didn't take long, and they found themselves stopping before what could only be called a mansion. David blinked at the size of the place and worried about what she would think of his home.

She must have noticed his unease as she reached over to hold his hand and drew his eyes to her.

"This is just the house my parents bought when we moved here from London. It isn't mine or even to my taste."

He nodded and smiled at her. "I look forward to showing you our humble home."

Melody cleared her throat to catch their attention and looked at him. "I believe your mother said no girls in the house this weekend. We should probably follow her rules for your house." She looked at Auden. "You're welcome to join us at my house, though." She turned back to David and saw his frown. "We'd be smart not to push your parents too hard. That means holding off on telling them about us until the divorce is settled, and we can find a way to ease into it. They'll be thrilled about Auden. Let them enjoy that."

"I understand, but I don't like the idea of hiding my relationship with you," David said.

Auden was back to looking unsure of herself. "Do you think they'll like me?"

David's smile could not be denied. "Like you? They'll love you! What's not to love? You're gorgeous, smart, and sexy with a killer British accent!"

Auden surprised David by suddenly leaning across Melody to press her lips against his. He sucked on her amazing lower lip, and she moaned. He heard a matching moan coming from Melody. When Aden leaned back and reached over the seat to collect her bandages from the shopping bag, David took a moment to glance at Melody, who was breathing a little quickly as her face pinked up.

With a gorgeous smile, Auden slipped from the truck and closed her door. She waved at them and walked up the driveway.

Melody slid over to the passenger seat and buckled in.

"What did she do?" David asked her curiously as he watched the tall brunette let herself inside her home.

"Auden has the most wonderfully soft breasts, which she pressed teasingly against mine," Melody sighed.

David's eyes widened as he watched Melody squirming. "Fuck, that's hot!" She just nodded.

He got them back on their way, then looked over at Melody's sweet little smile. "If you don't mind, I have to make a brief stop on our way home to get reimbursed for my busted headlight."

"Oh! That's fine," Melody asserted then leaned back to rest her eyes.

Finding Becca's home wasn't too tricky, and as he pulled up to the curb, he saw an older man pushing a manual lawnmower across the grass. David got out of his truck and walked around to meet the man waiting on the sidewalk. "Mr. Langley? I'm David Spencer."

The father's face showed his unease. "Yes, the police let us know what Rebecca did to your truck. I'm terribly sorry!"

David raised his hands to calm the man. "I'm not mad. Disappointed, yes. I'd appreciate it if I could get reimbursed for the damages. It's not much, thankfully." The man gave him a curious look. "I got a discount when Becca's boyfriend tried to attack me in the store."

"Boyfriend!" the man exclaimed angrily, and David froze. Perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned that.

"I-I'm not sure if he is, officially, but... he acted like he was trying to get revenge for her. He seemed really upset about her curfew," David explained delicately as he tugged out his wallet and pulled the receipt from it.

"I imagine he was," Mr. Langley growled.

David looked at him cautiously then showed him the receipt. The man's eyes saw the price, and David could see the relief there, too. He'd obviously been assuming an expensive repair. He looked to David in question. "What about labor to get it installed?"

Snorting quietly, David just grinned at him and pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the truck. "It's nothing for me to remove the old one and put the new one in."

Mr. Langley's eyes caught sight of Melody resting her head back against the seat. He looked at David again.

"Oh, that's Mrs. Dawson. She injured her ankle on Friday and was at home alone. I've been taking care of her this weekend." He pointed to the wheelchair strapped down in the back. "That's why I was at McCleary's pharmacy when Becca got fired."

"You spent your long weekend tending to an injured neighbor?" the father said as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

David nodded to the man, wondering where this was going. "Well, I had to stay at home to study for a make-up exam, too."

Becca's dad handed him a fifty. "Rebecca would have been better off trying to entice you to be her boyfriend instead of damaging your truck. Please accept the extra as compensation for your trouble!"

David's face reddened as the man grinned at him.

"I-I'm already spoken for," he stammered out as he accepted the money. "Thank you."

Mr. Langley chuckled. "Her loss. Have a good day!"

David nodded and got back into his truck. He looked over at Melody and realized she needed a nap in a comfortable bed. He would confirm he had all the ingredients and cookware for dinner, then he would do a little extra studying for his exam on Tuesday. He knew the material, but it wouldn't hurt to run through it again.

He started the truck, and with a final wave at Mr. Langley, he headed for home. Melody's house, that was.

Chapter 8

Melody wheeled herself close to the front door and tugged at it, but it hit the chair instead. David rushed up behind her and carefully wheeled her through the archway into the living room, where she gave him a little pout.

"Relax. I'll get the door," he said with a smile.

Earlier, he'd finished studying and had gone outside to make some preparations for the night.

He'd taken a call from his mom and gave her an update on Melody's improving condition. He laid the groundwork for her to deal with his new wardrobe by hinting that Melody had suggested he dress like a serious college student to advance in school. His mom liked that idea. The next hurdle was when his mom saw all the clothes he now had, but that would be for Melody to deal with.

Once that was done, he'd checked on Melody. She was awake and looking out the window with a contented smile on her lips. After sharing some hot kisses, he helped her shower with minimal sexy play and helped her dress. He got dressed in his new clothes and brought Melody downstairs to sit in the kitchen as he began to prepare dinner.

As he cooked, she grilled him on how to manage a conversation with a woman on a date. By the time their guest arrived, David was feeling as confident as he could be.

He answered the door and smiled at the grinning blonde, waiting on the step. Chelsea's beautiful hair gleamed as it poured over her shoulders and down her back. The top she was wearing was a deep scoop neck metallic silver fabric that shimmered in the lights from the entrance. Her enhanced breasts threatened to rise out of the deep scoop. Below the shimmer, she wore tight black leather pants and four-inch silver pumps. Her smile showed her eager excitement.

"Good evening, Chelsea! You're looking lovely tonight." David had practiced his greetings, and from Chelsea's grin and preening, he'd gotten it right. "Please come in. Melody's in the living room."

Chelsea's eyes drank in his muscles encased in the stretchy fabric of his black golf shirt, then dropped down to his waist, where he was showing slightly against his soft grey pants. Her eyes widened further.

Then they were in the living room, and Chelsea squealed happily as she saw Melody wearing a sexy black cocktail dress and black open-toed pumps. She rushed forward and bent at the waist to press cheeks with Melody, and David's eyes widened in anticipation, but her chest never popped out of the top.

The little minx spun back to look at David and caught him staring. His cheeks got warm as she giggled. Then she closed her eyes and inhaled.

"Oh my god! Is that dinner I smell?" she sighed in bliss.

"Yes! I'm so hungry," Melody moaned.

David gave Melody a guilty look, since it was his fault her lunch had been so unappealing. "Dinner is almost ready. Let me get you outside to the table and serve the drinks."

"Table?" Melody asked, as she knew she had lounge chairs but only a tiny table between them. David grabbed a lighter and grinned at the two women before raising a finger to ask them to wait.

He rushed outside and lit the four Tiki torches he'd added to the patio, borrowed from his parents' yard. He went back inside and wheeled Melody into her backyard.

There, on the small patio beneath the pergola, was a lovely round table under a tablecloth, and three cushioned chairs. The lattice had gently twinkling fairy lights strung up, crisscrossing the entire structure. When it got darker, they would look like stars from the seats underneath. The torches stood next to each post. David lit the candle in the middle of the table to complete the mood.

"Oh, my god, David! This is lovely!" she gasped. "Where did you get this furniture and when?"

David grinned at her look of delight and excitement. He saw that Chelsea was impressed as well. He pointed to the six-foot gap in the privacy fence between their properties. "I just had to remove some screws to remove that section. Then I had a gap I could bring our table, chairs, and torches through. The lights were extras we had in the shed."

"It's so lovely," Melody sighed and spotted her lounge chairs a short distance away, moved to make room.

David transferred her onto one of the patio chairs. She settled in comfortably, and he tucked her in. He held out a second chair for Chelsea, and she sat. Once more, he tucked her in. The ladies smiled down at the place settings, which sparkled in the warmth of the fairy lights.

He went back into the house and brought out a bottle of red wine, the opener, and a covered basket of cut bread. He poured for Melody, and she sipped it. She nodded to him, and he poured three glasses and put the bottle in a chiller next to his chair.

"Dinner will be ready in about five minutes," he informed them as he sat and lifted his glass. They matched him and looked at him expectantly. "Oh! Me? Uh, okay. To good food, good wine, good friends and new friends... and... finding pleasure in all of the above!"

Chelsea burst into excited giggles, and David realized what he'd just said. He cast his eyes to Melody, who was enjoying the sudden bloom of awareness on his face. She chuckled and raised her glass. They all touched glasses and sipped.

David decided he'd try to get a handle on the dinner conversation early. "Chelsea, how long have you known Melody?"

The woman grinned at her gym buddy and put a thoughtful expression on her face. "I guess it's been... ten years? I was with Sergio at that time." She looked at David. "He was my first husband. He was loaded and a tiger in bed! He paid for my first implants, which were much smaller than these." She looked down fondly at her breasts and glanced at David from the corner of her eye with a subtle little smile.

Melody smiled at David as she recognized the question from their practice. Her eyes went up to the beautiful lights he'd strung up on the pergola. She couldn't believe the effort he'd gone to for tonight's dinner. She reminded herself that he'd wanted to make it special for her. She felt a momentary dip in her mood as she recalled that she was likely going to have to move and give this house up. Melody savagely pulled her thoughts back from that, as she wouldn't spoil this night. It was perfect.

She took another sip of her wine as she listened to Chelsea talk about her fake tits. It was her favorite topic, as it always unbalanced the men. She glanced at David and saw he wasn't immune.

"...they were not much more than handfuls, and Sergio liked them bigger. So, I went up to a three-fifty CC, which was nice for a while, but Sergio begged me to go bigger. When I finally agreed, I got five-hundred CC implants, but while I was recuperating in the hospital, Sergio went for a ride on his yacht with some bimbo, crashed it while she was most likely blowing him, and everyone drowned. We'd only been married for a year, but because he had no will or family, I inherited his estate.

Alessandro was my second husband, and he really liked my titties. He loved them so much he convinced me to go bigger, up to these eight-hundred CC implants. Then I caught him in bed having sex with the neighbor's teenage daughter, who had no tits at all! He's in jail now, and we're divorced. I got a massive settlement from him." She slid her fingers over the surfaces of her round breasts admiringly.

David risked a glance over at Melody while Chelsea was looking at her boobs, and Melody gave him a happy smile. She was pleased to see he wasn't as enthralled as she first thought.

"I met Julian two years ago at a Christmas party. He was all over me on the dance floor. Very aggressive in a brutish kind of way. At first, that was fun, but dealing with him now? His ego bruises easily as he's so insecure. Now, he uses me as a trophy he shows off at company gatherings."

"Why did you marry him? We all told you he was clingy!" Melody asserted.

Chelsea winced. "I know! I-I was infatuated with him. I mean, he has a big fucking cock!" She shook her head in wonder. "He's gotta be twelve inches and so fat I can barely get him inside me!"

It was Melody's turn to wince. "Sorry, but that doesn't sound appealing at all."

"I... should check on dinner," David said and quickly made his escape.

Chelsea watched him get up and saw she'd gotten him a little excited. It looked promising.

"Really, Chelsea! Can't we eat dinner before you try to get him out of his pants?" Melody complained.

The blonde had the good grace to look apologetic. "Sorry, I got a little excited."

"Speaking of your brutish and insecure husband, how did you explain this evening? I don't want any trouble from him. Especially for David."

Chelsea shook her head. "Not to worry. When I got back from the grocery store this morning, Julian was packing for a last-minute business trip his boss, Khaled, was sending him on. I drove Julian to the airport this afternoon and saw him through the gate for his flight to Libya. Julian asked me to come along, but that's far too dangerous a place for me to visit, especially with these," she said as she lifted her heavy breasts in her hands. She suddenly got a wicked grin on her face. "I didn't tell you, during the award ceremony last night, Julian brought me up on stage while he collected an award. He grabbed my tits in front of the whole room. It was so humiliating!

To get back at him, when he went up on stage with his group for the highest selling team award, I fucked his boss in the cloakroom." She burst into naughty giggles. "I made sure a bunch of Julian's coworkers spotted us, too! I'm so dumping his ass when he gets back."

She sighed wearily as there went marriage number three. "Khaled was a terrible fuck. I didn't get to come... but I guess that wasn't the point. The man wasn't really my type at all. He's barely taller than me, and he has a tiny penis. Afterward, he wouldn't shut up about how beautiful I... was... what?"

Melody was watching her clueless friend with a worried expression. "You have sex with Julian's boss, who may be obsessed with you. There were witnesses to you doing it. The very next day, this man, out of the blue, sends your husband on a last-minute trip to a dangerous country." She stopped and looked into her friend's blinking blue eyes. "You don't see anything suspicious there?"

Chelsea snorted nervously. "What, like little Khaled sent big Julian to Libya to get rid..." Her eyes suddenly widened as her voice squeaked to a halt. "Oh my god! I have to go to—"

"The police. Maybe the trip is legit, but if not, you need to get out in front of this before you look like part of the conspiracy." Melody asserted firmly with a frown.

"Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!" Chelsea exclaimed and jumped to her feet.

Melody watched her friend sprint away on four-inch heels, up the walkway between the house and the fence. She heard the gate slam shut, and shortly after, the screech of car tires accelerating away.

She leaned back in her chair and thought about the mess Chelsea may have gotten herself into now.

David stepped out of the patio door with a large serving tureen in his hands. He carried it to the table as he looked around. "Where's Chelsea?"

"She apologized, but said she recalled something she had to do at home," Melody explained. David didn't need to know what a mess Chelsea made of her latest marriage.

David set the tureen down and paused as he looked to Melody. "So, she won't be back tonight?" he said carefully.

"No, she won't," Melody agreed as she watched his expression.

David nodded to himself with a pleased little smile as he picked up Melody's plate and ladled some Coq au Vin onto it.

"Oh, my god, that smells so good!" Melody said happily.

He put some on his plate and offered the basket of bread to Melody. She took a piece, as well.

They bit into the tender chicken and sighed happily.

"David, this is so good!" she exclaimed.

He smiled as he enjoyed a mouthful. The baby carrots were tender, David avoided eating the pearl onions, but the chicken melted in his mouth. He soaked up the sauce with the bread, which was crusty on the outside and tender on the inside. He smiled over at Melody. "It looks like we'll have plenty of leftovers for lunch tomorrow with Auden."

They ate in comfortable silence, both enjoying the delicious meal in a beautiful setting. Melody felt almost overwhelmed by how much effort David had made for her. Finally, she had to open up to him.

"I'm sorry I invited Chelsea to dinner tonight when you wanted it to be just for us," Melody admitted softly.

David's eyes widened in worry that she'd damaged a friendship. "You didn't send her away for me—"

"No! She recalled a sticky situation regarding her husband that she had to go resolve right away. It had nothing to do with you," she assured him.

He nodded slowly. "Okay."

"You were right. I did see you were becoming emotionally attached, and that frightened me. Not because I didn't feel the same way, but because I do, and I knew you deserved to be with someone younger." She held up her hand to stop his protest. "This was before I saw you and Auden together, and before she kissed me."

David looked at her curiously with a slight smile on his lips. "How do you feel about that?"

"Auden kissing me?" Melody asked, and he nodded. She paused to think about it. "I-I didn't experiment like that in college, though a few of my friends did. I didn't feel that way about them. I'm not offended or squeamish about it. I do think Auden is sexy, but she's also had a terrible upbringing. Her parents were intentionally cruel. Each of them used her to punish the other, and they poisoned her relationships with her siblings. My nurturing instincts kick in when I think about it. I think she needs that."

David reached over to hold her hand. "You're not thinking in those terms with me, are you?"

Melody snorted and covered her mouth with her napkin. She grinned at David's amused expression. "No. I think it's pretty clear that I think you're all man. God, you make me tingle from head to toes. I don't believe I deserve you—" She squeezed his hand to stop his protest. "It's just how I feel."

"I'll just have to work on making you believe it. Starting tonight," he said with his eyes full of heat.

Melody smiled excitedly as tingles rushed through her body.

David released her hand. "Would you like any more, or should we proceed directly to dessert?"

Melody burst into nervous and excited giggles.

He nodded and poured her a little more wine to occupy her while he cleared the table. That took several trips, and on the last one, Melody watched the doorway, because he was inside longer, this time.

On his last visit, he returned to put out the candle and torches, picked Melody up, and carried her inside and directly upstairs to the master bedroom. Her eyes widened to see the candles he'd lit around the room. Tears welled in her eyelashes as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. He gently set her on her feet, took her face between his hands, and kissed her tenderly. She clung to his large body, and his kiss deepened.

He undid the zipper on her dress and slipped her dress down her body. He smiled, seeing her breasts squeezed up and forward in her push-up bra. He dipped his head to trail kisses across their tops, and Melody gasped, clinging to his head. He released the catch and massaged her skin under the strap as she cooed and sighed. She chuckled to herself as she guessed he knew what a torment bra straps were from those years of massaging his mother at the end of her workday. He still had no idea of how turned on he likely left his mother after each session.

David's mouth was on her nipples, and she gasped and pulled him tighter. She pulled at the hem of his golf shirt and tugged it up his torso. When he took over to pull it up over his head, she swooped in to lick and kiss his nipples. She gave him a playful little nip, and he yelped quietly. She undid his pants and slid her hands down from his hips to his ankles, tugging his pants and underwear down as she carefully lowered herself to her knees. Her ankle only gave her the smallest signs of weakness now.

She faced David's cock, which was well on its way to maximum firmness. She thought of Chelsea's description of Julian's cock and once more wondered at the thrill of such a beast. For her, there would be so much pain and discomfort associated with his size, it didn't appeal at all.

She took a grip on David's cock and marveled at its strength and firmness. She pressed her lips to it and kissed her way down its length to the tip, thrilled by the moans David was making.

Melody took him into her mouth and slowly worked him deeper inside as her tongue stroked and swirled around his hot skin. She only managed to get half of his length inside before he reached the back of her throat, and her gag reflex said no more.

Her hands pumped his shaft as her head bobbed up and down. She was becoming drunk on the feel of his hard shaft, sliding over her tongue to press against the back of her throat. His gasps and jolts thrilled her. He was so hard! She could feel the tickle of her wetness between her thighs.

When David suddenly pulled free of her mouth, she glanced up at him in surprise. His eyes were filled with need, and he lifted her onto the bed and pulled her panties down roughly. Another thrill shot through her as his passion was taking over. He knee-walked onto the mattress before her and tore open a condom package. She wondered where that had come from and saw the open box on the end table next to her. When she looked back, he was finished rolling it on. With barely a moment's pause, his mouth was between her legs, and she cried out, her hands grabbing his hair. He was so intense; she was being tugged along in his passion like a leaf in the wind. When he moved up her body and teased her nipples, she felt like she might scream with her own need. She wanted him inside her, now!

His mouth took hers again, and she felt him pressing against her insistently. She reached down between them, assisted his aim, and he was inside.

Gloriously inside. Melody moaned slowly and felt her entire body pause to consider this unfamiliar but absolutely exquisite sensation. David was slowly filling her as if he were the missing piece to her body she'd been searching for her whole adult life. The promise her husband made at the altar so long ago had proven to be empty and cold. She'd lost hope of ever finding happiness and fulfillment, but David was showing her it wasn't too late for her.

She was also aware that she'd been right. His cock was built for a woman's pleasure. It reached deep enough inside her to almost reach her cervix. It was also thick enough to stretch her open just enough, so she felt that fullness all the way inside. The idea of Julian's monster punching her delicate inner organs and stretching her to the point of pain had no appeal. This... this was perfect!

"Oh my god, Melody! This... this is so... perfect," David sighed, unknowingly confirming Melody's opinion as his frantic need gave way to waves of bliss. His body trembled with it. It was better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life! Her body was accepting him. Her mind had accepted him, too, hairless body and all, but until he felt this, felt her intimate embrace without reservation, he hadn't truly understood how two people could feel like one. He watched her face and saw no signs of pain or even discomfort. He gently kissed her cheeks and caressed her lips with his. Her breath seemed to catch as David's body came to rest on hers, as she took everything he had.

"David... David... oh my, David..." she sighed as she felt complete for the first time.

Hearing her words and the implied plea in them, he smiled with tears coming to his eyes. He gently kissed her soft lips, feeling them kissing him in return. Finally, he couldn't contain it any longer. "You're mine, and I'm yours."

"Yes! Oh, David, yes!" she cried with joy, and he began to move. Melody's pleasure surged, causing her to gasp, and she clung tightly to him, pulling him back inside.

David shifted his balance once they were completely joined again and ground his pelvis against her clit.

"FUCK! OH! FUCK!" Melody cried as lightning exploded across her nerves, making her twitch.

Watching her expression in surprise, David deduced that he'd done something Melody really liked, so he pulled himself out to the head of his cock then drove it deep with a grind at the bottom of the stroke. Once more, he was rewarded with a spasm from Melody and her shout of bliss.

His pleasure was so intense! This was so much better than touching himself, especially when combined with the intimacy he was sharing with this gorgeous woman. The expressions crossing her lovely features were sending his heart soaring. His mind went back to his first exclamation.

This was perfect!

He began a rhythm of long strokes, and once that felt comfortable, he sped up his thrusts, unaware that Melody was already cresting.

Melody's mouth dropped open, but she was unable to make a sound as her orgasm dominated her senses. She couldn't recall it ever being this intense before, rolling through her nerves like a series of tsunamis, and all she could do was cling to David's muscular body as he delivered another wave of ecstasy.

He felt his release racing up at him, and he looked down at Melody's face. He was worried he might be premature for her and hadn't picked up what her internal spasming meant. "Melody, I-I'm gonna come. I can't hold back! It's too good!"

"...yes! Now!" she managed to gasp out before she fell back into her saturation of bliss. She wasn't sure how much more she could take and remain conscious.

With his lover's consent, David sped up again and drove himself over the top.

"Coming!" he ground out between clenched teeth as his release exploded through his mind.

As he panted for breath, his senses returned, and he felt a slight trembling around his softening cock. He gently pulled himself free and heard Melody suck in a quiet breath. He looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed. Her deep breathing was making her breasts move in a mesmerizing way, and he felt a slight tingling in his cock again, so he looked away, as it was too soon.

He was bracing himself over her body to keep from crushing her, and his muscles were beginning to tremble with the effort, so he moved to the side, carefully moving her arm, and relaxed on the mattress on his side as he watched Melody enjoy her afterglow.

His emotions swelled up, and he wanted to profess his love, but he wasn't sure how cheesy that would sound directly after sex. He was so raw emotionally and such a complete novice at this. Melody deserved a lover who was calm and mature.

Lashes fluttered, and beautiful brown eyes opened and blinked as she tried to focus. When she turned her face to look into his eyes, his emotions surged once more, seeing the warmth and desire in those deep brown wells.

"I love you, Melody!" he blurted, then cursed himself for sounding like a lovesick kid.

Surprise flashed on her face, then tears of happiness burst forth as she pulled his mouth to hers for tender kisses.

They lost themselves in their mutual joy.

"I love you, too, David," she whispered to him as she pressed her forehead to his. "I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to appear needy, old lady."

He snorted softly. "And I didn't want to sound like a silly infatuated teen."

She flashed a brilliant white smile at him. "We both have a way to go in fixing our poor self-image, don't we?"

David gave her another slow kiss. When he pulled back, he held her eyes. "Make the journey with me?"

Melody burst into giggles at his sweet words and earnest expression.

"Yes!"

Chapter 9

Melody hummed to herself as she moved carefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for David and herself. He said she should be fine to walk as long as she took breaks from time to time. David had examined her ankle and given her the green light for limited use. She'd taken a shower on her own as he caught a few more minutes of rest after their morning fun.

Her face warmed up as she remembered how she had awakened David this morning with her mouth swallowing his morning wood. She could not get enough of the feeling of his powerful cock filling her mouth. He'd insisted on her moving her body over him so they could pleasure each other simultaneously. A thrill shot down her spine as she recalled her first sixty-nine. He'd made it a competition to see who could get the other off quicker, and he'd almost won when he slid a slippery finger in her ass as his tongue worked its magic on her clit. She retaliated in kind, and they tied most gloriously.

Returning from her happy place, she went back to the task at hand. David would be finished with his shower soon and would be bringing the used bedsheets down to be washed. He'd made the bed with the regular cotton sheets and teased her that he was forever spoiled due to the silky sheets they'd used. He'd pulled the sheets from the bed in the guest room, also, since Melody wasn't sure if she could sleep in the same bed as her husband again.

He'd be home this evening, and she didn't want to fight with him before she went to the lawyer's office tomorrow to file for divorce.

She heard David stepping into the kitchen, and she turned to see him with the sheets from both beds in his big arms and a grin on his face.

"Hey, sexy lady! Any special instructions on washing these amazing sheets? Can they even be washed with these peasant sheets?" he asked.

She gave him a roll of the eyes and a grin. Then she let her eyes linger on his muscular legs and his shorts, before looking him in the eye. "All can go in one load. Just add a little fabric softener."

"No problem." His phone warbled, and he pulled it from his pocket to look at the screen. His face burst into a happy grin. "A text from Auden!" He clicked on it to open it, and his jaw dropped open. She'd sent him a selfie of her lounging back against her pillow. The top sheet was covering her breasts, but their shape and size were clearly evident. David moaned with desire.

Melody grinned and raised an eyebrow in question, so he walked over to show her the screen. Her eyes widened as did her grin. "I forgot you can use cell phones for sending sexy pictures! I have to get one too!"

"OH YES PLEASE!" David exclaimed, causing Melody to burst into giggles.

She gave him a little push. "Fabric softener."

He left with a wide grin on his face and headed to the laundry room in the basement. Melody saw he was only wearing the shorts. Mmm!

She moved back to the counter and cracked the eggs into a bowl. She began beating them with a fork when the doorbell rang. She walked to the front door and looked through the peephole. Her eyebrows went up in surprise. She pulled the door open, and Auden was standing on the front step biting her lip nervously. She was wearing one of her oversized tops and a pretty skirt, but definitely wasn't strapping her breasts down as she was presenting her girls front and center. She must have been wearing the new bra.

"Auden, this is a pleasant surprise. We weren't expecting you until lunchtime. Please, come in!" Melody said, gesturing for the young woman to enter. "David is doing some laundry for me."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to intrude, but things got really heated at home, and my parents threw me out of the house. They told me not to come back until tonight and to be ready to be more agreeable," Auden whimpered.

Melody hugged her, then guided her to the living room.

David walked into the living room, his face a mix of confusion and delight. "Auden! Didn't you just send me a selfie of you waking up? How did you get here so quickly?

She gave him a silly little smile. "I took it this morning, but I sent it while I walked up the drive."

"Ah!" he exclaimed with a self-conscious grin. He saw she was staring at his body.

"You have no body hair!" she exclaimed, and he tried not to wince, but she noticed. "That's not a bad thing!" She moved closer and touched his broad chest with her fingers. She pressed the tips against his skin to feel the underlying muscles. "Ooo, your skin feels so soft, but your muscles are so hard!"

Her fingertips slipped down over the cage of his stomach to the elasticized waistband of his shorts. Before he could say anything, she moved her fingers under the elastic and pulled it towards her. "Ooo, no hair down there either. But something else is growing from your body!"

David gently pulled her hands from his waistband and looked her in the eye. "What's going on? You looked worried." She still looked distracted, so he took her face between his hands and lifted her face until she was staring him in the eye. "What's going on?"

"Can we sit?" she asked.

David released her face, and she moved to the couch. She sat at one end, with Melody before her, then David.

"You know I have a flower shop." They nodded. "It's actually a chain, and I own all of it because I inherited it from my uncle. I have stores in six American cities and shops in London, Paris, and Rome, as well. My uncle was a brilliant businessman. He taught me from an early age, and I know the operations side of the business very well. We're a profitable chain," Auden explained. "My granny is making another attempt to take over the business, and it's getting rather tense at home. My parents confronted me this morning and threw me out of the house. I have to move out of my parents' house, but I need to graduate first. They know they're making problems for me."

David and Melody stared at Auden in shock. Melody recovered first. "I have room if you'd like to stay here for the short term." It felt like a hasty decision, but it also felt right. With David's girlfriend living next door, he had a built-in excuse for visiting. This would throw Jackie off the scent.

She didn't care if her husband didn't like it. She was going to file for divorce, and at some point, she was going to have to move out. She'd worry about it then.

Auden's face lit up. "That would be brilliant! I'd love that so much!"

Melody's bright grin told David she felt the same way.

David was still stuck on one thing. "Your grandmother is trying to take your business away from you? Again?"

Auden's expression slipped back to her timid state. "Yes, she'd failed to contest my uncle's will when she claimed her son wasn't in his right mind when he wrote a will leaving the business to me. He was the only one in the family who treated me like a person. He didn't know I was binding my chest, but he saw how the others treated me. He took me under his wing and taught me... everything." She stopped talking and looked down, hiding her face behind her hair. "I'm afraid to tell you the rest, as you may reject me like my family."

Melody saw a tear fall from the gap in her hair to land on her clasped hands. She immediately leaned forward and pulled Auden into her arms. "We wouldn't do that to you, I promise!" she said softly.

David cupped her cheek in his hand. "Not gonna happen," he said gruffly.

She leaned back, and lovely blue eyes looked at them and nodded shakily. She took some deep breaths as they waited.

"My uncle was desperately lonely. I was, too. When he was in town for my eighteenth, he took me to dinner, and we got a little tipsy. Back at his apartment, we had sex. It was not good, and he was immediately remorseful, which doesn't make a girl feel any better about herself, does it?" Auden was quiet for a moment as she watched them for signs of rejection, but neither looked away, so she continued. "It was weeks later that I discovered I was pregnant, and I didn't know what to do. I finally confessed to my father, and he took me to have an abortion in secret. The doctor botched it, and I ended up in the hospital for almost a year. During that time, my mother came to tell me that my uncle had died in a car accident on the freeway. She knew what he'd done as my father rubbed it in her face. Soon, everyone in the family knew. Shortly after her visit, my uncle's lawyer came to see me in the hospital and informed me that I was the sole beneficiary in his will. The business was mine. He told me my granny was going to attempt to contest the will. My uncle had written it when I was sixteen and showing signs of being able to manage the business. He'd taken all the required steps to make the will iron-clad. It had nothing to do with what we did on my eighteenth, but Granny couldn't get past that. She hates me. She thinks I seduced her son to steal the business."

Melody took Auden in her arms again and gently rocked the young woman. "We aren't going to judge you. That's just mean-spirited." She looked at David. "We should move Auden out of that house immediately!"

David's stomach grumbled. "Can we have breakfast first?"

Auden grinned, and Melody snorted. "Yes, of course. We need to fuel those big muscles of yours."

This made both ladies smile hungrily at him.

"I-I'm gonna go get dressed. I'll be right back." David left the room to go upstairs as Melody guided Auden into the kitchen and sat her at the table.

"Have you had breakfast?" she asked Auden, who shook her head. "Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast?"

Receiving a happy nod, Melody added more eggs to the bowl and prepared their meal.

David joined them, and they were soon eating their meal together in her kitchen. Melody smiled as this felt good! She wanted this permanently. She knew that was a pipe dream, but she was going to allow herself to enjoy it.

After breakfast, David and Auden cleaned the kitchen, and the three discussed moving Auden from her house.

"How much stuff do you need to move? I can load a fair amount of stuff in my truck. If you have a lot, we can make multiple trips."

"Not much. Just my clothes, my books... one room minus the furniture," Auden suggested.

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. "I could get used to this," he said with a grin as Auden grinned cutely. "I'm gonna run next door and get a tarp and some rope for the truck. I'll be right back."

They drove to Auden's, working out a game plan on the way. As Melody shouldn't put too much weight on her ankle, she would stay by the truck to prevent interference. David went right up the drive and parked close to the front door when they arrived.

Auden took David inside and down to the basement first. In a storeroom at the back of the house, she grabbed two large suitcases and pointed to a large steamer trunk that David discovered was empty.

"These pieces of luggage are mine. I used them when we moved from London," Auden explained.

They carried the empty luggage up to the second floor, and David got his first look at his girlfriend's bedroom. He smiled at all the girly touches. Auden blushed and got him to put the trunk down next to the bureau. She proceeded to dump the contents of each drawer into the trunk. Auden then cherry-picked her clothes from the vast closet, leaving behind anything too baggy to be flattering. She left quite a lot behind.

She had room left in her suitcase, so her collection of shoes went in next, followed by dozens of paperbacks. "I haven't read these yet," she indicated.

She looked around her room and decided there was nothing she wanted to bring along for her new life. Everything reminded her of the joyless childhood and her less-than-loving family. What lay ahead of her was so much more promising. She grabbed a small backpack from her closet and went into the bathroom to collect all of her toiletries and cosmetics.

As she left the bathroom, she spotted the end tables next to the bed and dumped the contents of the drawers into the backpack as well. Not everything fit, and several items dropped onto the floor. David got a good look before Auden was able to grab them and stuff them into the bag's external pockets. He saw charging cables and adapters for her cell phone, a squeeze tube of personal lube, and a rather thick rubber dildo that she wedged into the main compartment of the bag.

Blushing at David, the backpack went onto her back as she grabbed the handles of the suitcases and wheeled them out to the top of the stairs.

David took one last look around and followed her to the stairs. He carried the trunk down, balanced on his shoulder. Then he went back to carry the suitcases down with Auden following. They put the stuff in the back of the truck as Melody looked on in surprise.

"That's all? I thought you would have multiple trips inside," she asked, and Auden shook her head.

"I need to buy a new wardrobe with flattering clothes, as David did," she added.

Smiling at Auden's gleeful expression, David realized he didn't need to use the tarp with only the trunk and two suitcases.

"I'll hang on to my keys until I'm sure I didn't forget anything," Auden said, and they climbed back into the truck.

Melody took Auden's hand in hers. "For now, we'll put you in the guest room across the hall from the master. My son's room is at the end of the hall and has an ensuite bathroom, but I'll need to pack and store the room's contents before it can be used."

"Doesn't he need the room?" Auden asked, and Melody just gave her a brief shake of her head.

They drove back to Melody's, where David carried the luggage inside and upstairs to the guest room. He was a sweaty mess by the time he came back downstairs.

He caught Melody standing in the living room, staring out the big picture window, looking a little lost.

"Hey, pretty lady. How about we put your body in a bikini and go for a swim? I have it on good authority that it's impossible to be melancholy while wearing sexy swimwear," he teased gently.

She turned and pulled his face down to hers, and he happily kissed her lips until she sighed with contentment and pulled back.

"Relaxing by the pool sounds lovely," she agreed.

He immediately picked her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

Auden was in the guest room and moved to Melody's doorway. David set Melody down on the edge of the bed and turned to face Auden.

"Ready to do some sun tanning and swimming?" he asked.

Auden grabbed the hem of her blouse and lifted it up and over her head. She watched David's awestruck gaze, and he admired her large breasts cupped ever so lovingly by the colorful bikini top.

She pushed her skirt down, and David made a small sound, which could have been a whimper.

"Oh, my god, Auden. You look so damn good in that!" David moaned.

When she turned, and he saw the G-string slipping down between her perfect ass cheeks, he couldn't contain his exclamation. "Fuck! That's so sexy!"

She looked over her shoulder at him with a huge smile on her face.

"David, you have to wear your tight, blue swimsuit again," Melody insisted.

"But I'm going to be constantly erect with you two looking so damn sexy!" he complained.

Melody held up her hand to block his words. "We wear sexy bikinis; you wear tight swimwear."

He sighed. "Fine. I have to go home to get it. Can you make it down the stairs?" She nodded as he watched her. "Okay. I'll meet you by the pool." He received nods. "Towels and lotion." Another set of nods.

David walked to the door, and Auden stood there, grinning cheekily at him. He stopped and admired her impressive figure. "I'm not going to be able to resist your charms for much longer," he growled sexily.

She bit her lip and pressed her chest against his. "Good," she whispered.

He trembled and rushed down the stairs.

Auden looked to Melody with a big grin on her face. "I meant to ask you how it went last night with your friend."

Melody collected her bikini from the drawer as she shook her head. "Something came up, and she left before dinner was served.

Auden gave her a look of surprise. "So, it was just the two of you?"

Melody sighed with a content smile. "Yes, and the night was perfect. The meal was delicious, you'll get to try it at lunch, the setting was gorgeous, and the company was so delightful."

"How was dessert?" Auden asked with a cheeky smile.

"He was incredible!" Melody sighed. "For me. I don't want to oversell the experience as your perceptions will be different than mine." She noticed that Auden was making no move to give her privacy, so she decided to push the envelope herself by stripping off her clothes in front of the young woman.

Auden shook her head as she continued to admire Melody's body.

There was definitely a fire burning between Melody's loins by the time she got her bikini on. She approached Auden in the doorway. She saw the woman's insecurity was returning and recalled her comment about liking to be taught. Melody got a wicked little smile on her lips, and she walked right up to Auden, who wasn't looking quite so cheeky. Melody reached up, placed her palm against Auden's cheek, and the younger woman's eyelids fluttered. She reached up into the hair on the back of the brunette's head and took a firm grip. Auden's eyes widened, and she moaned softly. Melody pulled her face closer and tasted her lips with a few tender kisses as her other hand slid over the soft skin of Auden's lower back, pulling their bodies together. Auden was trembling, kissing her so tenderly, making sweet, needful sounds, and Melody realized... she loved this. It was so different from when she was with David. Auden was so... submissive, it brought out Melody's need to dominate, a trait she hadn't been aware she had.

Melody felt the top of Auden's G-string and slipped a finger under it. She gave it a gentle tug, and Auden moaned sweetly into her kiss. Gently capturing Auden's succulent lower lip in her teeth, Melody tugged it again, and the younger woman's response was far more profound.

"FFFaaaahhhh!" Auden cried as she leaned into Melody's embrace, her body rocking through tremors that sucked the strength from her legs. She slowly dropped to her knees and clung to Melody's waist, panting across the woman's stomach.

The tickle of breath sent sparks through Melody's pussy, and her need for release soared. She slid her fingers through Auden's hair and insistently guided her face closer to her wet lips. She used one hand to pull her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her pussy to the younger woman. Auden looked up at Melody in worship and pressed her tongue against her pussy. She was willing but not experienced.

"Lick, stroke, and suck, Auden. Make me come." The younger woman immediately tried to follow her instructions, but she was teasing more than satisfying.

Melody looked up to see David standing in the doorway, a look of awe on his face. Her need flared.

"David! Come show Auden how to suck my pussy," she exclaimed. She pulled Auden's face from between her legs and walked back to sit on the edge of the bed. Auden looked back and saw David walking into the room. He reached down to touch Auden's head, pulling her towards the bed, making her move on hands and knees until she was once more pressed against Melody's inner thigh. David knelt next to her and smiled up at Melody.

"Make me come," she sighed, and he nodded. He rested his cheek against Melody's other thigh and looked at Auden's intent gaze. He began to firmly stroke her wet lips, sucking on them, plunging his tongue deep inside her. Melody cried out and thrashed on the bed, but David held her in place.

He moved back and pulled Auden's face to take her turn, pleasing Melody's pussy. He watched intently and offered advice, sometimes guiding Auden's head directly. Soon, Melody was moaning almost as loud as she did for David.

He pulled Auden back then kissed her deeply, tasting Melody's juices on her tongue. Then he began his next lesson, concentrating on the top of Melody's pussy lips and the clit while stroking a finger in and out of her opening. He managed to bring Melody to the brink twice, only to back off each time. He looked into Auden's wide, desperate eyes and directed her in. Within a minute, Auden was holding on for dear life as she sucked and licked Melody into a colossal orgasm, pumping two fingers into the woman, who clung to Auden's head, pulling the younger woman's face tight against her pussy.

When Melody collapsed onto the bed, David pulled Auden from between her legs and kissed her again. Auden moaned into David's mouth as she was very excited once more.

David stood, and she stared at the thick ridge running up his tight swimsuit. He began to tug the fabric down until she took over, and it was suddenly around his knees. Auden stared at the heavy cock bobbing before her. She wrapped her fingers around it and sighed at its heat and firmness. Her tongue slipped out to stroke its surface, and they both moaned.

Auden looked up at David and pressed her lips to the thick head of his cock. She loved how he twitched and jumped with the intense sensations. She opened her mouth and took him inside, running her tongue all over the head. She took him deeper until he hissed.

"Teeth! Auden, careful with your teeth!" he exclaimed.

A shock went through her at David's sharp words. She desperately wanted him and was terrified he'd reject her. She looked up at him apologetically and did her best to wrap her lips over her teeth. She tried to get all of him, clinging to his ass and pulling.

When David felt his cock hit the back of Auden's throat, he gasped. When it continued down into her throat until her chin pressed tight against his balls, he was in seventh heaven. Auden wasn't gagging or making choking noises... but she also wasn't breathing, so he forced her head back until she gasped in a deep breath of air. She was incredible, but she had things to learn from Melody about how to give oral. He looked down at Auden's face between his hands, and she was desperately trying to take him back into her mouth. The look in her eye was almost frantic.

Instead, David bent down and lifted her in his arms, and kissed her deeply. She moaned deeply and sucked on his tongue. He gently set her down on the bed next to Melody and moved his kisses to her neck, then her shoulder, and moved to her incredible breasts. He filled his hands with her soft tits and massaged them. He planted kisses all over them, but avoided the nipples until she was going out of her mind. He sucked, licked, and gently chewed them (again, very gently). She was crying out and clinging to his head, pulling his face into her full breasts.

When he finally came up for air, he moved directly to her pussy and tasted her deeply. Her back arched as she screamed, once more pinning his face against her body. He thrashed her with his tongue until his cock felt it might explode with tension if he didn't use the damn thing. He pushed back and stood next to the bed, breathing in gasps as he watched the two beauties lying back, watching him, the younger one panting like he was.

"Condom..." he muttered, turning to the box on the end table.

"No!" Auden gasped, and he stopped to look back at her.

"You don't want to have sex?" he asked.

"No! I mean yes, I want sex, but n-no condom," Auden stammered out, and David frowned, preparing to protest. "I can't have babies!" Auden squeaked out, then put her hands over her face as she began to cry.

David shared a shocked look with Melody, who pushed herself up on one elbow next to the younger woman. David stretched out on the bed on his side, facing Auden opposite Melody.

"Why are you crying, Auden?" he asked gently.

Melody looked at him sadly. "She's frightened of being rejected." She stroked Auden's head, and the weeping woman rolled towards her to cling to her. Melody kissed her forehead and ran her fingers through her lover's hair until she felt her calm down.

David was feeling his emotions surge as he watched the pain Auden was experiencing. "I would never reject you because of something you had no control over. I hope one day you'll be able to trust me enough to know that."

Auden slowly released Melody and looked up at the woman. She got a kiss from her and squeaked happily. Then she rolled onto her back to face David. She timidly looked at him. "I can't have babies. I can't give you a family." Her bottom lip was trembling, and David dipped his face down to capture it between his lips. She squeaked again, then moaned softly as his kiss deepened. When he pulled back, her eyes were searching his.

"I'm pleased you were honest with me and shared this fact about yourself, but I think we can agree that our relationship is in its infant stage. Much too early to begin talking about starting a family." He held up a hand to stop her protest. "Besides, there are other ways to have a family."

"Surrogate mothers!" Melody blurted as the idea surged into her mind. She wanted to have a baby!

David watched Melody experiencing a wide-eyed epiphany and smiled at her sudden enthusiasm. "Yes, that's one option. Adoption is another." He held Auden's eyes. "The point is, there are options. This isn't a deal-breaker. Broken trust can be, but you're proving to be very open about all your secrets. This is very good!"

"Kiss me, please," Auden begged breathily as she looked up at him with eyes full of need.

He smiled and took her mouth with his. When his hand slid under the front of her panties, she cried out and arched her back. He rubbed his fingers over her pussy in a circular pattern, and within minutes, he had her screaming her release.

Melody was breathing hard with her own excitement. This threesome was probably the most exciting thing she'd ever done in her life. She slid off the bed and climbed over David's legs, forcing him onto his back. Then she took him in her mouth and pumped him hard and fast, one hand following her mouth up and down his cock as the other slipped down to rub her pussy aggressively. She loved his lack of pubic hair. Her body took her through a series of small releases.

"Fuck! Melody!" David gasped as she was being so demanding, and his orgasm was racing up at him.

She went faster, loving the feeling of his muscles trembling. He made choking sounds, and she felt it. He was swelling larger in her mouth, so she sucked on the head as she worked his shaft with both hands.

"FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" David growled as his ass left the mattress, lifting Melody, too. His cum splashed out into Melody's mouth in surges, again and again, until his muscles lost tone, and he dropped to the bed.

Melody used her hands to squeeze out the last drops. She pulled her mouth from him and kissed the head, making him jolt. She looked into his dazed eyes with a sexy smile and opened her mouth to show him his seed. She closed her mouth and looked over at Auden, who was watching her with a dazed expression as she caught her breath. Melody crawled over the younger woman's body until she was looking down into Auden's eyes. She dipped down to kiss Auden and shared David's essence with her.

Auden squeaked in surprise, then her tongue was in Melody's mouth, darting in to hunt for more. Melody rubbed sticky lips over Auden's.

"Oh, fuck!" David breathed softly, and the two women looked in his direction. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen!" he sighed.

Melody smiled at her lovers as a wave of lethargy swept over her. "I'd really like to lie down on that lounge chair now."

David grinned and saw Auden nodding in agreement.

After a brief visit to the bathroom to refresh faces and straighten swimsuits, they made their way outside with their towels and sunscreen. David's towel was already in place.

Melody looked at him with a grin. "How long did you wait before coming to find us?"

David grinned self-consciously. "Not more than five minutes... maybe less."

"I'm glad you did. That was so exciting!" Melody giggled.

Auden moved closer to Melody and gave her a timid look. "I'm sorry I wasn't very good."

Melody took the other woman's face between her hands and looked her in the eye. "Your enthusiasm made up for the skills you don't have yet. David and I will teach you. You did say like to be taught." Melody moved her hands to cup Auden's bikini encased breasts and ran her thumbs over the slight bumps of her nipples. Auden gasped and pressed against Melody's hands, which gave the generous tits a good squeeze.

"Are you going to start something out here?" David asked Melody with a raised eyebrow.

Melody released Auden's breasts and stepped back with a cheeky grin. "Sorry."

Auden bit her lip and looked to David with a little desperation.

"Sorry, Melody is a sexy little minx. We'll have some fun time after lunch, then maybe take a nap together. Let me put some lotion on your back," he said to calm her.

"Don't you start something out here," Melody teased him, and he nodded with a grin.

Auden was suddenly all smiles as she spread her towel out on her flattened lounge chair. She rested her body on the cushioned surface and sighed as David's hands began to massage the lotion over her skin.

David noticed some tight areas on her back, which he gave extra attention to. He ensured her arms, right down to her hands, were covered, her sides including the areas of her breasts exposed by her lying on them, and enjoyed the feel of her soft skin on her back and ass.

Before he reached her ass, he checked on Auden and saw she was squirming a little, so he eased up on the massage portion, stuck with the applying of lotion, and saw her settle down. He looked over at Melody and saw she was watching him with a little smile on her lips. He finished up and gave Auden's delicious-looking ass a little spank. She squeaked.

"Are you going to do my front?" Auden asked with a cheeky smile as she turned over.

He chuckled. "I will after lunch."

She took the lotion bottle with a cute pout and began applying it as he moved to Melody's chair. He applied tanning lotion to her back and eased a few knots in her back muscles, as well. He didn't complete her massage, either, and received a pout from her as well.

When David sat on his lounge chair, he suddenly had two sets of hands rubbing lotion on his body. This left him with a raging boner in a swimsuit too small to contain it. When they finally finished, he was stretching out the front of his suit, drawing purrs from the two.

He put his sunglasses on and rested back, doing his best to will his erection away.

Hearing the quiet giggles of the two sexy minxes did nothing to calm it.

-=-

They'd enjoyed the leftover coq au vin for lunch and ate the meal at the table on Melody's patio under the pergola. They remained in their swimwear, since the view was as enjoyable as the food. The chicken and vegetables were even more tender on the second day, and Auden was suitably impressed.

They cleaned up, and Auden helped David move the patio table and chairs back to his parents' deck. He left the section of fencing off, since he wanted to discuss the idea of a gate with his dad first.

David finished the laundry, and he put the silky sheets back into the linen closet, reluctantly. Melody teased him about that. He put the regular sheets back on the bed in the guest bedroom—Auden's room.

He heard a sigh behind him, and he turned to see Auden leaning up against the door jamb with a hungry look in her eye.

"Where's—"

"She said she wanted to read a little in the living room and would see us later," Auden replied, and he heard the nervous wobble in her voice.

"Come here," he said calmly. She moved to him, and he drank in how lovely she looked in her new bikini. She smiled as she reached him and wrapped her arms over his shoulders. He was thrilled that she was almost his height because it made her easier to kiss. He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. She sucked in a little breath and pulled herself against his hard muscles a little more firmly.

David loved the sensation of her soft tits being pressed against him and moaned happily. She smiled, then gasped when his strong hands moved down to her ass and squeezed. When he lifted her, her legs wrapped around him automatically. He carried her to the bed, knelt on it to knee-walk them to the center, and gently set her down, stretching his body over hers. She clung to him, and their kiss deepened.

Auden was trembling when David pulled back to look into her eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"This... It's everything I dreamed! I'm frightened it's all going to pop like a soap bubble and prove to be just another of my fantasies."

He smiled and kissed her sweetly. "It's flattering to be part of your fantasy, but let me assure you we are both here, right now, and it's all real." He gave her another kiss, then his expression became a look of awe. "It's all pretty new and amazing to me, too. If someone had told me at the beginning of this weekend, I'd be here doing this now, I wouldn't have believed them. As it is, I'm a little worried we may be rushing ahead too quickly. From what I've been told, I don't get naked until date three!"

Auden giggled happily. "I'm okay with us skipping ahead. I need the physical closeness. Sorry to be so needy," she said with a smile, but bit her lip self-consciously, showing her apology was real.

"I'm not unhappy with the current situation in the least. I just hope your interest in me doesn't cool as rapidly as it seemed to heat up," he said, equally self-conscious.

She gave him a little secret smile. "I noticed you a long time ago, as you got bigger from working out and playing sports, but you were always surrounded by your friends, and their club wasn't open to new members."

He frowned. "Yeah, I wish I'd figured out how immature and useless they were earlier. But I guess I was that way, too. I had to grow up a little to get a clear view of them."

"I like the way you grew up," Auden said, wiggling under him. He moaned as that felt really good.

"Hey! Earlier, didn't I say I was going to do your front?" David said with a raised eyebrow.

She gave him a curious look as he pushed back to kneel beside her. He suddenly pushed down his tight swimsuit and tugged it free from his legs. Now he was kneeling next to her, completely naked.

"Ooo! I like this view!" Auden said as she watched his cock bob and swing between his thighs.

He reached under her back and unsnapped her bikini strap. He chuckled at her impressed smile and gently pulled the straps over her shoulders until he could pull the top away from her body. She was a little self-conscious about her breasts, but his look of hunger made her keep her arms from hiding them.

David suddenly straddled Auden's torso. She was looking up at him in surprise, and her face was turning a delightful shade of red. She bit her lip and squirmed a little before giving him a timid smile. He pressed his cock down until it was resting against her chest. Gravity was pulling her tits outwards, so he had room to rest his hot flesh against hers. Her eyelashes fluttered.

"Press your tits together around my cock," he said, and her eyes flew wide again. She immediately put her hands on the outsides and pushed them together, the heat of his cock seeming to scald her tender skin. With the lotion and a light sheen of sweat on her skin, David was able to gently stroke his cock between her soft orbs. "Oh my god, you feel good!" he sighed.

He looked down to see that Auden's eyes were almost rolling back in her head. He slowed his pumping in concern, but in response, she looked up at him desperately, so he increased his pace again.

David saw her nipples were stiff, so he gently gripped them between thumb and forefinger.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped quietly and tried to arch her back to follow his light tugging. Then he switched to pulsing squeezes and felt her tremble under him. She was making the sweetest needful sounds.

He finally pulled his cock from her tits and moved down her body. He sucked her stiff nipples into his mouth, and she cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair.

His kisses moved down her belly, spent a little time teasing her belly button (who knew how sensitive one could be), then entered the paradise between her slim thighs. He slipped her bikini bottoms down, quickly.

Auden was very close by that point, so it came as no surprise that his first stroke across her clit sent her over the edge. He moved up to kiss her trembling stomach muscles and held her close.

"David, I need... I need you inside me. Please?"

David stretched out over Auden's body and brought his lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily, but sucked in a breath when the hot tip of his cock came into contact with the wet lips of her pussy. Her hips jumped. He reached down and stroked the head against her.

"Oh, god! Ooo!" Auden chirped as her body reacted to the pressure.

David eased forward, and the head forced its way inside.

Auden jolted, and her legs spread wider as she hooked her ankles behind his legs. David slid a little deeper and then stopped.

"David! You feel so hot inside me!" she whispered in his ear, her breath panting.

He knew he had to take it slow and move in small increments as she was providing the lubrication, and he didn't want this experience to be as bad as her first.

Auden's heels were pulling at him, but he resisted and maintained his pace. He was slowly and steadily thrusting, withdrawing, and going deeper on each thrust until finally, she had all of him. He remembered Melody's response when he ground their bodies together at the bottom of the stroke and tried it with Auden.

"AAAAHH!!!" she cried, her body jolting from the intensity.

David watched her cautiously and realized she was far more sensitive than Melody, and he should definitely not do that again. "Sorry," he mumbled, and she nodded shakily as she panted in reaction.

He drew himself out and drove his cock back in, stopping with only the slightest bump at the bottom. Auden seemed to like that very much. She moaned loudly and pulled at his body, which felt incredible! He kissed her cheek, and she pressed her head against his.

"You're so beautiful, Auden!" he sighed, and she kissed him passionately. She pulled her face back, and David saw tear tracks on her cheeks.

"Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" he asked.

She shook her head vigorously, then flashed a quick smile at him with tears in her eyes.

"What is it?" he said gently.

"S-so ha-happy!" she managed before she pulled him down into a tight hug.

David felt a wave of relief rush through him when he heard Auden's joy.

He picked up his pace once more, and Auden moaned and pulled at him.

"Harder," she whispered.

David increased the pressure as his body slapped hers on the down stroke, and she began to make squeak sounds, but she just pulled at him more frantically.

"Harder, please," she begged urgently.

David was beginning to lose control, and his hips sped up until he was driving into her like a machine. His body was slapping hers on each down stroke, filling the room with the sound of wet spanks and Auden's little mews of joy and possibly some pain. He took a grip on her hair, and Auden's eyes rolled back once more. Her mouth fell open, but no sound emerged.

He felt her inner muscles clamping down on his cock in pulses, so he guessed she was coming—hard. The squeezing triggered his orgasm, so he slammed deep one last time and felt his cum surging into Auden's hot body. He growled at this almost primal bliss and felt Auden suddenly twitch, and her grip on him tightened.

The intensity rocked him, and he became a little overwhelmed by his emotions. He gave Auden a sensual kiss, and she melted against him, mewling her joy.

They pulled back from the kiss and caught their breath. Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other.

"That was intense," David sighed.

"So good!" Auden agreed with a grin.

David had shrunk enough to pull himself free without too much sensitivity from Auden, so when he rolled onto his back next to her, she tucked herself against his body. Her eyes locked onto his spent cock, and a warm tingle rushed through her. She licked her lips, and images flashed through her mind of what she wanted but was afraid to ask for.

"You enjoy being submissive?" he asked, recalling her reactions.

The question caught Auden by surprise as it was so close to her current thoughts. She quickly looked at David and bit her lip. It was frightening to open up her deepest secrets, as the risk of being abused was so high. She wanted to trust him, so she nodded.

He watched her eyes and saw nervousness there, and he understood. He slipped his hand into her hair once more and took a grip. Slowly, he pushed her face down towards his cock. "Clean me with your mouth."

She moaned happily and sucked his softening cock into her mouth. She'd already tasted his cum, but now she was tasting herself on him. This was the flavor of their sex! It was so damn sexy she couldn't stop a moan from escaping. She wanted this, and he was so strong!

He guided her head over his cock and set up a steady stroke. Her tongue licked up all droplets of cum and sucked away her juices. She felt him thicken in her mouth, and she wanted to taste his cum again.

He pushed his cock deep into her throat, and she felt him stiffen further.

He surprised her by pulling her completely off and up to lie beside him again. She looked at him, her face flushed, and her expression confused.

"That's all for now. I'm a long way from my next orgasm. You did a great job of cleaning me. Thank you."

He kissed her, and she melted once more. Fuck, she loved his kisses!

She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling sleep pulling at her. Content and secure in David's arms, she relaxed and let her mind slip away.

David relaxed back and listened for sounds from Melody. The bedroom door was open, so he wondered if she'd heard them. All he could hear was the radio in the kitchen playing quietly. He could look for her, but he needed to catch a few minutes of sleep, too. He looked down at the gorgeous brunette sleeping against him, and a sense of peace filled him.

-=-

Melody smiled as she heard the joyful sounds of sex become silent. Truthfully, she hadn't heard much from the couch in the living room with the kitchen radio playing, but what she had heard was enough to get her motor running. She would have joined them, but she knew Auden needed the private time with David, and he certainly deserved it. He'd made such a difference in Melody's life in only a few days.

She vowed to herself that after the divorce, she was going to make it work, somehow. She'd get an apartment in town, Auden could share it, and David would have somewhere to go to be with them. She'd figure it out.

There was still the issue of Jackie. Momma Bear Spencer was not going to approve of Melody having a relationship with her baby boy, but the Momma Bear was also using her baby boy to stimulate her marital relations with her husband. That situation was even more complicated.

Melody was intensely curious about the root cause of Jackie's tension at work. If it was as bad as David described, Jackie should have been looking for a new job. What circumstance was keeping her working for someone she hated? A circumstance that drove her under her son's powerful hands, then into her husband's bed. What couldn't she free herself from?

A rather dark idea passed through her thoughts. She needed more information to determine the truth. Melody would be patient, but she would know. She was going to be... part of this family.

She glanced towards the steps leading upstairs and heard no more sounds from above. It was good. Young lovers taking time together.

She settled back against the couch cushions and picked up her book. It was strange to think that just a few days ago, these steamy stories were her only source of excitement. Since then... she tingled as she recalled the fun she'd had this weekend.

She opened the book and began to read. Minutes later, she was sound asleep on the couch.

It was the doorbell that jolted Melody awake. She struggled for a moment to get her bearings and saw from the light outside the picture window, a few hours had passed. The sunlight was the warm orange of a sunset or close to it. She still had a few hours before her husband would be returning. She pushed herself to her feet and was grateful her ankle was mostly healed. It only gave her the slightest pain now.

She walked to the front door and looked out the peephole, but paused as she recognized the man waiting outside. She opened the door to look at him cautiously.

"Harry, what are you doing here? I thought you were in Scottsdale this weekend," she said nervously, glancing behind him, but only his car was in the driveway. David's truck was in his driveway.

She looked back at Harry's face and saw he was gazing at her with a strange, adoring expression on his florid face. He was a shorter man who might have been muscular in his earlier years, but now he was carrying a layer of fat over most of his body.

"I-I was. May I come in? I have something I need to speak with you about," he said.

She felt uneasy about it, but she stood aside and let him in. She gestured to the entrance to the living room, then followed him in. She watched him wiping his palms against the sides of his pant legs. That wasn't a good sign.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I was in Scottsdale for the golfing weekend. It was going fairly well, then you called when we were out on the links. I heard how he spoke to you when you called that morning, and what he said after he hung up—such mean things," Harry said with a hangdog expression.

Melody's resolve hardened as she heard the confession. That bastard would be sleeping in his son's room or on the couch tonight. She didn't mention to Harry that she'd listened to his braying laughter at the insults over the phone that morning.

"You know, I've always held the conviction that he didn't deserve you. You've always been so warm and loving, and he's such a bully." Harry said earnestly, and Melody's eyes snapped to his face.

"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you!" Harry said firmly. "I could be so much more for you than he ever was."

Her radar was showing trouble on the horizon. "Harry, what happened?"

"C-can we sit?" he said, and she nodded as she moved to the couch. He immediately rushed to sit next to her, a little too close, so she shifted back a bit.

"Last night at dinner, the guys were trading stories about how their wives nag them. My wife left me five years ago, so I wasn't joining in," Harry explained as if this proved he was innocent of such boorish behavior.

"As the two of us were sharing a room, we went to the bar for a drink after dinner when everyone else went to their rooms. We had an early tee time this morning, so we said we'd only have one, but he'd had four with dinner. He continued to say mean things about you, and I'd heard enough. When he said he had a headache and was going back to the room for painkillers... I gave him some pills I was carrying." He looked cautiously at Melody, who looked back in confusion.

She didn't know where he was going with this. "You had painkillers on you?" she asked cautiously.

He shook his head, locking eyes with her. "No. I gave him two Viagra."

Melody burst into a surprised laugh. The thought of that cold fish with a boner was so ridiculous, she couldn't help it. Harry's face relaxed, and a smile came to his face, too, as the adoring look returned.

"I did it for you!" he blurted.

"You gave him Viagra for me?" she asked in confusion.

Harry shook his head and moved a little closer to her on the couch. "No, not just that! There was a working girl on the street next to the hotel. I knew if I brought her to the room while he was drunk and horny, I could get some pictures of him with her in the act, and you could get free of him! Then... then we could be together!" he gushed.

He reached out and took her hand, and she looked down at it, frozen by surprise.

Harry rushed forward with his confession. "He went back to the room, and I hung out in the bar for another hour before going to speak to the hooker. I brought her up to our room and let her inside." Harry paused as his expression became worried once more. "About a minute later, she screamed and ran from the room. She was yelling at me in Spanish and just left. I went in... and he was dead."

Melody pulled her hand back as she stared in shock at Harry. "Dead?" she said in a quiet voice.

"Yes, but I didn't know that would happen. It's okay because it was an accident! Don't you see? I did it for you! He didn't deserve you! All he did was complain about you and call you terrible names in front of his friends. I'd never do that! I love you!" He surged forward to kiss her. His foot bumped her injured ankle, and she hissed in pain, then squealed in outrage as he pressed her down on the sofa cushions as he tried to kiss her.

That layer of fat made him heavier than she expected, and he did have some muscle underneath it, as well. Fear stabbed through her as she discovered she couldn't break free, and he pressed his tongue against her lips.

Melody suddenly saw Harry yanked up into the air above her. David had him by the collar and belt and pulled him straight up.

"Auden, get the front door," he snapped, and the brunette dashed by down the hall towards the door. David's muscles bunched and strained as he carried the shorter man before him. Harry made squealing noises as his pants dug painfully into his crotch.

Melody tried to follow, but her kicked ankle protested being used. She remained on the couch as Harry's words sank in.

David accelerated his march down the hall, went through the open front door out onto the porch, and launched Harry from the top step to land on the front lawn on his belly with a mighty thump.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MELODY AGAIN!" David roared from the top step.

A police cruiser rushed into the driveway, and two officers jumped out. "Freeze, police!" one yelled.

David raised his hands and then recognized one of the cops. "Officer Blane?"

"DAVID! WHAT?!? WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!?" Jackie screeched.

He turned his head left to look at his driveway, where his family members were getting out of the station wagon.

"Mom?" he blinked back in surprise.

Auden chose that moment to step outside and rush to David quickly. She clung to his shoulder, only partially hidden from the watching eyes. The last warm rays of sunlight did glorious things to her bikini-clad body.

"Boobs!" Ricky blurted from where he stood next to his mother with an awestruck expression.

David locked eyes with his brother and gave him a fierce scowl. "Hey! Don't be rude. This is my girlfriend." Auden's smile was sweet and shy, and she waved to his family. Everyone but his mom waved back. She still seemed frozen.

He noticed that they were all staring at him as he stood mostly naked on the porch, glowing in the warm orange rays of the setting sun. His first impulse was to hide his swimsuit with his hands, but Melody's words came to him, and he just crossed his arms before himself.

The police officer recognized David as well. "Mr. Spencer. Why are you at the Dawson household?"

"I live next door. That's my family." The officer nodded to the stunned redhead standing in the open door of the station wagon. The woman had yet to look away from her son.

David continued to answer his question. "I've been taking care of M-Mrs. Dawson this weekend. She injured her ankle." David pointed to Harry, who was beginning to stir. "I think you might want to arrest him. I think he killed Mr. Dawson."

Harry stumbled up to his feet and made another bad decision. He began to run.

Blane's much younger partner took Harry down with a flying tackle before he reached the sidewalk.

David winced as he knew how painful such a tackle was when wearing pads. Without padding, there might be broken bones. He shared a look with Officer Blane for the overly enthusiastic tackle.

Blane checked on his partner, who only seemed bruised, but Harry had seen better days. The officer walked over to join David at the top of the steps. This way, he could avoid staring at David's swimsuit.

"This is my girlfriend, Auden Wright. What are you doing here?" David asked the officer, who nodded to Auden, and they all watched the other officer cuffing Harry.

"I'm not supposed to speak to anyone about it until I speak to Mrs. Dawson, directly," the officer remarked.

"I think that piece of shit gave her the bad news before you got here. He confessed to giving her husband two Viagra after telling him they were painkillers. Then he discovered he was dead an hour later when he brought a hooker to his room. He somehow thought because it was an accident, he wasn't going to be in trouble."

Blane stared at David, then he finally spoke. "You'll have to testify to what you heard."

"Would a video of the confession be helpful?" he asked, and once more, the officer stared at him. "I was upstairs taking a nap when I heard the doorbell. I came downstairs with my cell and heard that tool saying Mr. Dawson didn't deserve her. It felt prudent to make a video, so I recorded him from the kitchen doorway." He gestured to the woman at his side. "Auden joined me at the end."

He glanced back at the front door. "I'd better go see if Melody is okay." He looked to Blane. "I'll let her know you're coming in to speak to her." He looked at the car in the driveway. "That car must belong to this guy if you want to get the tow truck to impound it."

Officer Blane snorted and looked to David. "Ever think of joining the force?"

David just smiled. "Sorry, I have my sights set on being a physiotherapist."

He and Auden went back into the house. She went into the living room directly to Melody, and he swung by the kitchen to get his cell from the counter where he had left it. He joined them in the living room and saw that Melody was crying. Auden had her arm around her. He knelt next to the crying woman and did a quick check to see if that little turd had hurt her physically. He thankfully saw no evidence of that.

"Melody? I'm sorry to hear about your husband," he said gently.

She pulled her hands from her face and saw her lovely but sad brown eyes. "When Harry told me he was dead, the first thing I felt was relief. No divorce. No need to move from my home. What kind of monster have I become?"

"That doesn't make you a monster in any way. He no longer held a place in your heart. He'd killed that in the years he neglected you. Even before you spoke to the creep I just tossed out, you'd already determined you had a bad husband. You'd already decided to leave him. It's only natural to feel relief from being released from the ordeal of that ugly process." He tipped her face up with a gentle finger on her chin. "Listen, the police are here, likely at the request of the Arizona police. You need to speak to them. Ah, and I recorded a video of that creep's confession."

Melody looked at him in surprise.

There was a knock on the open front door.

"Come in. We're in the living room," David called out.

Officer Blane appeared in the doorway. "Mr. Spencer, Ms. Wright, I need to speak with Mrs. Dawson in private."

David made to leave, but Melody shook her head and had him sit, so she was between the two lovers. "They stay," she said firmly, her eyes red and puffy.

Officer Blane nodded and proceeded with the statement from the Scottsdale police describing how they responded to a report of a death in the hotel. They investigated and discovered her husband, who was dead. There was some confusion because his roommate had checked out early, and a manhunt was underway for him. This delayed the reporting of his death."

The officer looked at David. "You mentioned a recording?"

David pulled out his cell and looked at Melody. "We could watch this in the other room if you don't want to—"

"No, I want to see it, too," Melody insisted.

David pulled up the video and got up to stand while the officer sat next to Melody. He handed the cell to the cop. Melody, Blane, and Auden sat through the playback, and once it was over, the officer looked to him. "We'll need a copy of the recording."

David thought about that. "I'll go next door and copy it to a memory stick for you." The officer nodded and handed David the cell phone. "Okay, give me a few minutes."

"I'll go with you," Auden said, and he nodded.

First, they went upstairs, where David threw his shorts on over his swimsuit and pulled on a t-shirt from his duffle bag. Auden slipped on her blouse and skirt. Then they went downstairs and out onto the porch, where they saw his family was still outside, watching.

Time to face the music. David took Auden's hand and led her down the drive and around the hedge, where they met his mom and dad at the end of their driveway.

"Mom, Dad, this is Auden Wright, my girlfriend." David saw his dad was all smiles, but his mom's face had the strangest expression as she stared at him. After a silent pause, he looked to his dad. "Is Mom okay?"

"What happened to you?" this mother suddenly blurted.

He watched her cautiously. "Well, you know most of it. Melody hurt her ankle, and I took care of her. She helped me study. She gave me some great advice, and I met Auden while I was buying her some flowers. We met yesterday while shopping, and today we hung out at Melody's and swam in our pool. Now, I need to make a copy for the police of the recording I made of that creep confessing to being involved with the death of Melody's husband. She's pretty upset. Listen, I'll be staying at her place again tonight. She shouldn't be alone."

"You're mine! My child, not hers!" Jackie abruptly snapped.

"What? I-I'm not a child..." he said quietly in confusion at her uncharacteristically hostile behavior. He glanced in embarrassment at Auden, then he shook his head. "Sorry, Mom, I don't have time for this. The police are waiting." He aimed a sharp, questioning look at his dad, who could only shrug as he was confused too.

David guided Auden around his parents and met his siblings, who stood before them with smiles. "Auden, this is my sister Suzanne and my brother Rick, who is seconds away from getting the rude leer slapped from his face." Suzie absolutely bloomed at her big brother's use of her name's mature variant. Rick immediately gave him a nervous glance.

Auden smiled sweetly and shook hands with both as Rick struggled to keep his eyes off her tits.

As they continued inside, David shot Auden an apologetic look. "Sorry about my mom's behavior. I'm not sure what's going through her mind at the moment. She's usually far more friendly."

Auden just shook her head and hugged his arm. She was just thrilled to see her boyfriend's room.

-=-

When David and Auden left, Melody watched them head out, then turned to the officer. "David's been such an incredible help to me this weekend."

Blane nodded. "He mentioned you injured your ankle."

She nodded and lifted her leg to show the bruising. "Yes, I fell off a stool and badly sprained it. David was in his backyard and heard me scream when I fell. He took me to the hospital, picked up my medication, made meals, and even did my laundry."

The officer nodded thoughtfully. "I've actually met him a few times this weekend: outside the pharmacy, where his truck was vandalized, at the auto parts shop where he was attacked, and now here. He's been far more mature than most of his counterparts. His parents should be proud of him! They arrived when we did."

Melody looked at the officer. "They're outside?"

"Yes, his mother seemed quite surprised about how he was dressed and who he was with. Mothers." Officer Blane gave her a gentle, amused smiled. "Do you have children?"

Melody gasped as she suddenly realized she was going to have to call her son to let him know his father was dead. Tears welled up as she nodded to the man. "A son. He's in the army. Stationed overseas." She began to cry, unsure of how he would react to the news. He'd been so indifferent to her on her last few calls. Would he even care?

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I should have been more sensitive," Blane said contritely.

Melody shook her head. "I'm going to need some time."

"Of course! Do you have someone to stay with you?" he asked.

Melody's mind immediately latched onto the image of David. She needed him so badly right now. She nodded as she knew Auden would be in the big empty house with her.

But she needed David.

-=-

As David led Auden back to the main floor, she was carrying his clothes for him. She'd insisted, and he couldn't keep from smiling at the defiant little twinkle in her eye.

At the bottom of the stairs, his mother waited with her arms crossed. His smile slipped away as he gave her a cautious look.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay over at Melody's tonight," she said stiffly.

David spotted his father behind her, watching as he carried luggage under his arms from unloading the car. The man moved on with a troubled expression.

He turned his attention back to his mother and saw anxiety flit across her face. He pulled her into a hug, making her squeak in surprise, then her arms were around him, holding him tight. He glanced down at her in concern as she was trembling as she clung to him.

"Mom, do you recall what you told me when I was driving Melody back from the hospital? You said, take care of her. She needs you. You made me so proud when you showed such compassion for our neighbor. Tonight, she discovered her husband had just died. I think she shouldn't be alone after getting such horrible news, don't you?"

"It doesn't have to be you!" Jackie cried against his chest.

Auden moved into David's view and pointed to herself. He shook his head.

"Mom, it should be someone she's familiar with. A friend. We bonded this weekend out of necessity and actually became good friends. I need to be there for her. Make me proud again."

Jackie was quiet for a moment, and her grip loosened. Then it suddenly went tight. "No, you're my son!"

David rolled his eyes, and Auden suppressed a grin, though she was looking at Jackie in confusion.

"You know I can easily break free," David said wearily.

"No!" Jackie said against his chest, her breath steaming his shirt as she pressed her face to him.

"I know your tickle points," he teased.

"David! Don't you dare!" she growled.

Sighing as she wasn't releasing her grip, he moved his hands, and she jerked against him in preparation, but it was no use. When his big hands gripped her sides, she screeched and spasmed. It only took seconds for him to manhandle her smaller body into a hold that let him carry her into the family room and force her face down on the sofa cushions. A firm hand on her back between her shoulder blades and one on her tailbone, and she was helpless. Her face was red, she was glassy-eyed and breathless, but she couldn't deny his strength.

His dad rushed in to see what his wife's scream was about, and David looked to him. "Ah, good. Dad, come here, please."

When his dad was next to him, he nodded towards his hands. "See where I'm pressing? Put your hands here and press down. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow." He looked to his mom. "Even though you weren't able to make me proud tonight, I'll ace that exam tomorrow and make you proud of me. I love you, Mom."

His dad took over but looked far less comfortable about it. David and Auden quickly made their getaway.

They crossed back over to Melody's and let themselves in. David saw Officer Blane looking very uncomfortable, and Melody glanced up with a look of desperation in her eyes. David knew what she needed.

"Here's the recording. Is there anything else? It looks like my patient should get some rest," he said with a smile.

The officer stood and took the memory stick with a grateful smile. "Thank you." He looked to Melody. "Again, my condolences for your loss." Melody nodded to him.

David walked the police officer to the door and said his goodbyes. The moment the door was closed, he rushed back to the living room to sit next to her and wrapped his arms around her. Her tears began again as she tucked her face into his neck. Auden watched with a sad expression.

He didn't know what to say, so remaining quiet was best. When she settled down, he pulled back so he could see her face. He saw a look of shame there.

"Hey, what's this? Talk to me," he insisted quietly.

She took a shaky breath. "I've failed as a mother."

"What are you talking about?" he asked doubtfully.

She rubbed her face against his shoulder. "When I was speaking to Jackie about my son's visits, I didn't tell her he's been refusing to come home during his leave. When I asked him about it on our last call, he said he couldn't relate to our world. He doesn't want anything to do with us. I need to call him to let him know his father is dead... but I don't think he'll come home this time, either."

"And how is this your fault? Don't forget, I grew up as his neighbor. I don't mean any disrespect, but he was a weird kid. So intense all the time. Picking fights with anyone and everyone! When his dad shipped him off to the military academy, the kids in the neighborhood all breathed a sigh of relief. He was just wired differently. I don't believe there was anything you could have done to change him. It sounds like the army is the place he needs to be. He's found a way to fit in." He rubbed her neck to ease some of the tension. "Maybe you should just be happy for him and let him be who he is."

She looked up at David through her lashes. "You don't think I'm a bad parent?"

David shook his head. "Not at all. I think life dealt you a bad hand with your husband and a puzzle piece that didn't fit into the standard family puzzle. You're loving, empathetic, smart, and fun. You deserved better options."

She pulled his face down to hers, and they shared a sweet kiss. When she pulled back, David's eyes were dreamy, and she bit her lip as tingles rushed through her body. She reached out and took Auden's hand and brought it to her lips. "It feels like life is listening. This certainly seems like a second chance to me."

Auden made a happy sound and snuggled up against Melody's other side.

"We're staying with you tonight. You won't be alone," David said and felt her relax against him.

After a moment, she looked up at him. "What did your mother say?"

He gave her a crooked smile. "It wasn't her call." He settled his arms around her and Auden.

When Melody felt strengthened by their hugs, she sighed and patted their legs. "I need to call my son." They nodded and helped her stand.

She left them in the living room to make her call from the phone in the kitchen. She picked up the handset, plucked the number she'd written down on a piece of paper under a fridge magnet, and sat at the table. Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number.

Melody spoke to the Army operator, then listened while they bounced her call through secure channels to reach his Commanding Officer at the base where he was stationed.

"Mrs. Dawson, this is Colonel Steinburg. How might I be of service?" he said brusquely.

"Oh, Colonel, I'm not sure why I was connected through to you, as I was hoping to speak to my son," she replied.

"I'm afraid he and his squad are out on maneuvers and cannot be reached."

Melody sighed, figuring this was just as good. "Then, maybe you can pass along a message to him when he is available?"

"Certainly. What is it?"

"Please let him know his father died last night," she said as bluntly as the Colonel's words.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Being in the shit for as long as I have dulls one's ability to manage civil conversations," the man said humbly. "I-uh expect you'll be wanting him home—"

"No, Colonel. He can stay where he's the happiest, with his team. Just let him know. And give him a message from me. Just... Goodbye, Little Bird. He'll know what that means."

"You understand, I need to know as well," the Colonel said uncomfortably.

"Ah... it just means goodbye. I used to call him little bird. He was always eager to move on from his parents' lives. To leave the nest permanently. He finally did, but I never accepted that or even said goodbye. He's found a new home in the army, and he needs to know there are no more ties to hold him back. I just want him to be happy."

There was a pause, then the Colonel cleared his voice. "You understand, your son doesn't really process happy. I think content is the most accurate term. He is content."

"That's good. Very good. Thank you, Colonel. Goodbye."

She hung up and allowed herself a few tears for the second ending she'd endured today.

Once she recovered, Melody dabbed her eyes and took some deep breaths. Her mind spun when she considered all the changes that had happened in the brief interval of a long weekend. Her life had been changed in ways she could never have foreseen, but she truly believed those changes were going to improve her happiness profoundly. It was true that she would have to fight to keep some of them, but that was a challenge she was up for, as it gave her purpose and hope.

But most of all, love.

The room was quiet except for the radio, the station once more softly playing a familiar tune.

"The problem is all inside your head," she said to me

The answer is easy if you take it logically

I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free

There must be fifty ways to leave your lov— "

Melody saw David in the doorway, scowling at the radio he'd shut off. A smile spread across her face.

This was the lover's reaction to the fifty ways.

She had to agree. Shut up, Paul Simon.