My Renaissance Ch. 14

Chapter 14. Jennifer’s room-mate slays me.

So, Friday arrives. It’s date night with Melissa, the cute, blue-eyed blonde room-mate of my new friend Jennifer. She hasn’t had a serious date since she broke up with her boyfriend months before and I’m going to take her out for a romantic dinner and then a movie at my place.

I’ve got the house to myself as Brian, my room-mate, is spending the night with Sherri, one of his girlfriends.

I arrived at the girls’ apartment to pick Melissa up at 6:57. I put a breath strip and looked in the mirror to make sure I didn’t have a booger hanging out of my nose or pepper stuck between my teeth before I headed to her door feeling confident and in a great mood.

I knocked on the door at 7:00 exactly. Melissa answered a moment later. I smiled and offered her flowers.

“For me?”

“But of course. Pretty flowers for a pretty lady. You look fabulous, by the way.”

“Well, thanks! You look pretty handsome as well.” She gave me a kiss on the lips as she took the flowers off my hands.

“Here, these too.” I handed the chocolates to her.

“This is no fair. I have a weakness for chocolate,” Melissa said. She took the flowers and chocolates and walked towards the kitchen. Her ass looked good in those pants.

I gave her a little whistle and she looked back at me and smiled.

She looked great. Her face was positively beautiful, especially with her makeup. Her nicely tanned skin bore a striking contrast to her curly blonde hair that was all freshly done up. She put some effort into her hair and it showed. Her clothes complemented her figure nicely. Her snug charcoal gray slacks that were very flattering of her thighs and ass and her shirt was a sophisticated button down unbuttoned two short of where I’d have liked it but one lower than her mom would approve. She probably weighed about 160 pounds or so. At 5′ 5″ish, that’s a bit heavier than I usually date, but Mel had a nice set of boobs and a nice ass to match and besides, I wasn’t taking her out expressly to get lucky. In fact, I’d told her to wear her chastity belt.

“You know, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble for our little dinner date,” I told her. “I would have happily taken you without any makeup in a sweatshirt and jeans.”

“It was no bother.”

“Well, I’m flattered you think I’m worthy to do all this for me. Thank you.” I wouldn’t have been surprised if she spent a good part of the day working on her hair and makeup. It made me glad I dressed up in some nice khaki pants and a nice turtleneck under a sweater.

I took her down about 25 miles south of town to a quaint little Italian restaurant and she loved the food and the small-town atmosphere. I was a little worried that she might be a tough date given some of her bad experiences with her last boyfriend, but she was a doll. On the way down, she told me briefly about how her last boyfriend had been jacking off in her room-mate’s panties and peeking in the neighbor girl’s window before she dumped his silly ass. I didn’t mention that Jenn told me about much of that.

We were shown to a booth and as soon as I sat down, she got up and moved over to my side of and sat next to me. We had a nice, light conversation over a glass of wine. When the food came, we tried each other’s main course, feeding each other and acting like little lovebirds. We talked about some of our best times as adults. There were lots of laughs and giggles and it was a lot of fun. We hit it off quite nicely.

Time flew by as we continued to learn about one another on the trip home. She held my right hand for most of the trip.

When we got back to my place, I had her favorite movie, “The Notebook”, set up to play in the living room. On Brian’s big flat panel, it would be pretty impressive – almost as good as going to a theater.

I started a fire in the fireplace while she powdered her nose. I also brought in a couple of glasses of pinot grigio to drink and some buttered popcorn.

“My goodness!” she said when she saw the wine, popcorn and the movie I had selected.

“Wine and popcorn, the snack of champions,” I quipped.

“No, the movie. That’s my favorite. How did you know?”

“Little birdie,” I said. A little birdie named Jenn, anyway.

We started the movie and she cuddled up between my legs and leaned back on my chest pulling up a fleece throw blanket up to her waist. The movie plan went nicely until the first love scene. It wasn’t long after that she guided my hands to her ample breasts. I consciously took it slow, despite my first inclination to grope away. I didn’t want her to think for a second that this date was about me bagging her, but her boobs sure did feel good.

It seemed I wasn’t going aggressively enough for Melissa as she guided my hand down to her belt-line then still lower. Soon, I had my fingers between her legs. I remember thinking to myself that it was so warm down there under the blanket and between her legs. It felt so good that I put my other hand down there too.

She just laughed and said “silly boy.”

She put her hands on top of mine, and she was now rubbing herself with my hands, pitching her pelvis and breathing a little heavier. Then the first moan came. She was prompting me to rub her pussy through her pants so I did. I kissed and nuzzled on her neck and she moaned even more.

Soon after she sat up and took off her shirt revealing a very sexy pink bra. Then she shucked her pants off, much to my surprise. Under her pants she wore a sexy pink boy-short type panties.

“Turn around and let me see your sexy ass,” I told her before she could sit back down.

She turned and I got a good look at her round ass cheeks. The cut of those boy-shorts really accentuated her buttocks and made her ass look good. I gave her a wolf whistle. “Damn, girl!”

“Your turn,” she said to me as she knelt down in front of me, pulling the blanket over her. She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants and pulled them open. Digging briefly, she came up with my bulging cock. It was already hard, especially after she stripped down to her bra and panties.

“Jenn said you had a nice one,” Melissa said proudly. “She was so right!”

“Thanks. You two sure are gossipy girls.”

“Yeah, we’re like sisters. She also said one of your balls hung lower than the other, just so you know,” she laughed while gently stroking my cock.

“Did she tell you about my tattoo?” I asked.

“Where? She said you didn’t have any.”

“I don’t have any. I was just testing you!”

“You’re so bad.”

Melissa began sucking my dick. She went slow and easy at first but then put some vigor into it, moaning as she did so.

To my surprise, she deep-throated my cock, taking all seven inches into her mouth. I enjoyed the feeling as my cock slid down her throat. She didn’t just touch my abdomen with her nose, she had her lips firmly against it. My cock had to have been a good ways down that wonderful throat of hers.

“I’m going to shoot one down your throat if you keep that up, Melissa,” I told her. She backed off my cock.

“Ooh. I’d better slow down then.” She was grinning widely. “Because I’m nowhere near ready for you to come just yet.” She winked.

She sat up and took off the bra and showed me her big boobies.

“Wow!” They were big. They sagged a little but were pretty impressive. Her pretty pink areolas were a little bigger than a silver dollar and her nipples were rock hard.

“You like them?” she asked, cocking her head to the side and pushing them together.

“Oh, hell yeah. How big are they?”

“Big Cs or little Ds. Depends on the bra.”

“Oh my!” I fondled them for a moment. They were nice and soft.

She soon went back to work on my cock for a while and I admired her technique and I kept trying to see those big tits.

She apparently noticed my predicament.

She sat up and put her tits around my cock and titty-fucked me. That felt good as she pressed her breasts around my dick and ran them up and down on my shaft. It looked pretty damn hot as well!

“Oh, man,” I moaned. “Damn that feels good!”

She worked on it for a while then helped me out of my pants and off with my sweater and turtleneck. It was my turn now!

I sat her down and had her lean back. I went down on her, first sucking on her wonderful tits and playing with her nipples, then down to her pussy. I pulled her boy-shorts off and found a furry bush, although it was trimmed for length it seemed so it wasn’t totally out of control. Thankfully, when she spread her legs, she had shaved her outer lips bare. It was an interesting look.

“Where’s your chastity belt, young lady?”

Melissa laughed. “You broke it.”

“Uh oh. I’m in trouble now.”

“You sure are. Now eat me, will ya?”

It smelled a little musky down there but it wasn’t too strong. I messaged her outer lips and her mons for a couple of minutes until I got her breathing not and heavy again.

Satisfied she was craving more pleasure, I put my tongue down between her lips.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Oh yes…”

Her slit was so soft and wet. I worked my tongue between her folds and sucked and licked on and around her clitoris. Her excitement was slow to build, but when she finally had her sweet release, her as her whole body tensed up right before her pelvis bucked like a rodeo bull. Her thighs were clamped around my head as she bucked and squirmed as waves of pleasure washed over her body.

The second one came much more easily than the first and again, she tightened her thighs around my ears and tried to roll onto her side. “Uh! Oh yes!”

My poor tongue was almost numb. I sat up, opting to take a break.

“Spank me,” she said as I was sitting up from her honey box.

She rolled over and I smacked her ass a few times with my hand, enjoying one of my favorite fetishes.

“Harder please,” Melissa said.

I spanked her ass harder and harder with each swat, waiting for her to tell me to stop. She moaned and seemed to enjoy herself so I kept it up for a couple of minutes. Her ass was getting plenty red and my hand was starting to sting.

“Where’s your belt?” she asked me.

“What the heck?” I thought to myself. She sat up and pulled my belt out of my pants and handed it to me.