Chapter #6Life, Made a Little Better by: Unknown Parent: http://www.Writing.Com/main/interact/ite...
The 15-year-old felt someone pull down his boxer shorts, then grasp the base of his penis with a hand and start licking the tip. He could feel the warm breath on his shaft, smell a hint of perfume, hear the quiet slurping noise of lips and tongue.
He came, and there was still more licking before the mouth withdrew from him and his shorts were pulled back up. Melvin didn't move; he just wanted to lie there and bask in the afterglow of the best wet dream he'd ever had.
He suddenly felt lips pressing against his, and hands on the side of his head. That got him to wake up -- in fact, he wriggled away from whatever was holding him and onto the other side of the bed.
"Well, good morning, sleepyhead," said a girl's voice. "Sorry, I didn't think a kiss would startle you after you'd just gotten blown."
Melvin sat up and, in the dim light of early morning, saw that Vanessa Ryan was in bed with him, propped up on one elbow. Her waist-length platinum blonde hair practically glowed, her beautiful face was perfectly made up, her large breasts threatened to spill out of the lacy black teddy she was wearing -- it was something straight out of Melvin's fantasies. But why would the head cheerleader from his school be in his bed?
Suspicious, Melvin whispered, "Did Trent put you up to this?"
"Trent? That asshole?" Vanessa replied.
"Shh!" Melvin cautioned. "You'll wake up my brother."
"Marcus? He's two doors down the hall."
"What?!" Melvin looked around and realized two things: this wasn't his basement bedroom (for one thing, it had actual windows, which is why there was enough light to see), and everything looked crystal clear even though he wasn't wearing glasses. In a bit of a daze, he got up and walked around. Based on what he could see out the window, he looked to be on the second floor of a much larger house than the one he thought he lived in -- it was practically a mansion.
A door that he thought led to a closet instead led to a bathroom. Melvin turned on the light, caught sight of himself in the mirror, and his jaw dropped. His face was clear of acne, but more importantly, he had a tan and actual muscle definition. He ran a hand over his arm, moving to his chest, feeling the unfamiliar bulges.
"I guess this explains why Vanessa's here," he muttered to himself, managing to tear himself away from his reflection. "Partially."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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