A First For Melissa

Melissa and I had been distant friends for years, and only after I left my cheating ex did I notice how well time and hormones had treated her through her late teens while I wasted four years of my life on a woman that didn’t love me. I missed a lot in her life, like the time she saved a little boy from a burning building by picking him up and jumping out a window with him in her arms (they were both mostly unharmed, but the glass left a scar on Melissa’s left thigh). It didn’t take long for us to get a lot closer, much due me being as persistent as the sunrise when it came to asking her out a weekly basis. But even after months of pressure, the cute little light skinned Italian/African hybrid refused to break down and let me take her to dinner. So, imagine my surprise when she called me one night to tell me she had won tickets to see her favorite band, and she needed someone to go with.

I watched her ass in that tight denim skirt weave through the crowd at the Megadeth concert as she pulled me along behind her. Melissa looked so damn good that night that I barely remembered who we had come to see. In that a tight zip-up green sweater that hugged the lines of her dark skinned body, the black skirt that showed off the curves of her hips(but hid the scar on her thigh), and the knee-high boots that nothing to hide the shapes of her legs, she looked like a wet-dream come true. Tearing my eyes from her ass was hard, but I saw the end of her long brown hair move and knew she was looking over her shoulder at me “Hey, eyes up here, Jeremy.” she giggled and pushed on my forehead to make my head tilt back and look into her light brown eyes. Her big pouty lips peeled back from her teeth in a smile almost too wide for her narrow face. “Think you can keep your eyes off my ass long enough to watch the band?” she laughed out as we got the railing on the lawn and leaned up against it.

“Maybe.” I smiled and moved behind her and put my arms on either side of her to hold the rails. “If I’m closer to it, I think I can keep myself from staring.” I said and moved so that I was just barely touching her back with my chest. I hardly heard her gasp over the gaggle of people pouring in behind us and the opening band checking their amps, but I still heard it. “Sorry.” I whispered in her ear, thinking I scared her. “I’ll move if you want.” When I pulled my hand away from the rail though, I felt her hand grab my wrist.

I looked up and saw her still smiling at me. “Don’t go, who’s gonna block the crazies from knocking me over the rails?” she chided. I just laughed and got back into position behind her. I understood what she meant though. Being 5’5 and just over 120 lbs, she wasn’t the type that could really hold herself up against some of the larger and wilder fans that would probably turn the yard into a series of miniature mosh-pits separated by clouds of smoke. Towering behind her at 6’4 and nearing 260, it would be a little more difficult to knock me over or out of the way. I smiled as she leaned back against me and I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes as the smell of shampoo still lingering in her hair and perfume on her skin washed over me.

Halfway through the opening band’s act, which I made a mental note to buy their album on the way out, I felt something tugging on the chains hanging from my pants and attached to my wallet and two pair of fake, but working, handcuffs. Fearing a pickpocket, I reached down and snatched for a chain only to pull back a small light brown hand attached to the end of my date’s arm. “Sorry.” I muttered and let her go when she looked over her shoulder at me.

“S’okay” she smiled. “I just can’t believe you wore the pants with the cuffs on them.” she jingled the silver braclets for emphasis.” Before I could even get my line out she said. “Yeah, yeah, I know ‘they might come I handy.’ You’ve told me every time you wear them.”

I just laughed inched closer to her, hoping she’d continue exploring my pants and find something she’d like to play with other than chains. When the opening band left the stage, and the second was starting their set, we went to the concession stand and I paid ridiculous prices for a cheeseburger, a vegetarian hotdog for Melissa, and two Mountain Dews, then made our way back to our spot to stand while Megadeth started into the spotlight. Three or four songs in, I noticed that Melissa had managed to get one of my handcuffs off my pants and was playing with it. “Please don’t loose that, I doubt I can another to match the pair still on me.” I told her jokingly.

She turned around and smirked at me, twirling the cuffs around her fingers. “And what are you gonna do if I loose them?” she teased and made like she was gonna drop them over the rails and into the seats below.

I reached out and yanked them to me, pulling her with me as she refused to let them loose. “I’ll use the other ones to put your hands behind your back and spank you like the bad little girl you are.” I growled at her through a smile and saw her blush either at the thought of getting handcuffed or spanked, I’m still not sure. I let her go after looking her up and down again and noticing not for the first time the little winged skull resting just above her B-cups on a black cord, and she turned back around, still fidgeting with the cuffs, and I got even closer to her, pressing against her back and her ass as she bobbed to the blaring songs on the stage. She started waving to some people below us in the stadium seats and tried to get out from between me and the rails. “Woah there, Mel. I though we were on a date, where are you going?” I asked and held her in place.

She rolled her eyes. “Uhh… Just wait here.” she laughed at me and slapped one of the cuffs around my left wrist and the other around the metal railing. Then she ducked under the rail and ran to meet her friends, waving at me as she left me there.

Well I was pissed, and had every right to be so. Besides being ditched by my date, I was handcuffed in place with handcuffs that I lost the keys to a long time ago. I tugged and pulled and did my damnedest to get my wrist out of the metal ring, but only resulted in bruising myself. Finally doing exactly what I hoped I wouldn’t have to, I braced my right hand around the chain and yanked, and yanked and finally pulled back hard enough to break the ratcheting clip and send pieces of my cuffs sailing out over the crowd. Still wearing the broken set on my left wrist, I jumped the rails and went off in the direction Melissa had ran earlier.

I found her sitting in the middle of a cloud of smoke with a group of people I’d heard her talk about before and recognized from pictures she’d shown me. “God, I thought you’d never figure out how to get those cuffs open.” she said and rolled her eyes at me when she saw me stalking up to the circle.

I held my arm up and showed her the broken ring dangling from my wrist. “Who said I did?” I asked and nearly shoved it in her face.

She started laughing, and some her stoned friends joined in. “You idiot!” she giggled at me and grabbed my wrist. “There’s a fucking switch, Jeremy!” she said and touched some unknown spot and the remaining bracelet popped open and fell into her hand. “Christ, I would think you knew how to work your own clothing.”

I know I turned four shades of red. I don’t know who I was angrier at, me for not knowing how to get the cuffs off, or her for ditching me and then making me look stupid in front of her friends. Either way, I wasn’t about to let it go easy. “Comon, Melissa, we’re goin back to the lawn.” I said and put my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged me off and said she was staying. One of her pothead friends offered her a ride home if she needed it. “Fuck off.” I told him and reached for the other set of handcuffs, after all there’s more than one way to skin a cat, ya know? After searching for a minute, I found the little hidden switch and hand the cuffs opened in my hands. “Last chance, Mel. Are you coming with me?”

She whirled on me and glared up at me. “I already said no.” Melissa muttered and turned back around. I nodded and grabbed her arm, pulling it behind her back and slapping the handcuff on her. “Hey! Wha- what the fuck?” she complianed and reached with her other hand, so I caught it and put the other cuff on that wrist, being careful not to break the charm bracelet she wore all the time. “Jeremy! That’s not funny!” she sad, but was still laughing

“Oh, I think it is.” I told her and proceeded to lift her up and over my shoulder, where she of course screamed and tried in vain to kick me until I held her knees down. I saw some of her larger buddies tense up like they wanted to fight. I pulled the switchblade from my pocket and popped the knife out. “Really? You want to do that?” I asked and they settled down quickly. I carried her back to the spot we had carved out as our own in the grass and set her down on her feet, putting my arms around her again in case she decided she wanted to run. “Now, let’s enjoy the concert.” I told her and she huffed and turned away from me. I noticed she kept trying to wring her hands out of the cuffs or try to reach the lock-switch. I held my bruised wrist up for her to see. “Don’t bother.” I said. “It’ll only hurt worse if you struggle.” I eased up close to her again, trying to enjoy the rest of the concert, while she tried to get loose. Towards the end of the set, though, I felt her fingers on my zipper. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wasn’t about to stop her. In seconds my fly was open and her hands were in my boxers, rubbing and fondling my cock and balls. She rolled my nuts around in one hand and gently, slowly, awkwardly stroked my pole with the other. As my erection neared painfully large, she stopped. “Mel, Baby…” I groaned and pushed my hips at her.

Melissa pulled her hands away slightly. “Uncuff me.” she ordered. When I declined with a chuckle, she reached for my dick and dug her nails into the shaft and my scrotum. “Undo the damn cuffs, Jeremy!” I tried to pull away, but that only proved more painful. With a tear in my eye, I agreed, but she had to take her hands out of my pants. She pulled her claws from my family jewels, and I quickly backed away, zipping up before she could back at them. “Uncuff me!” she whined again, and I neared her to smack her on the ass. “Ow! Dammit, Jeremy!” she moaned and I felt a little sorry for her.