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geniousbh · 6 months ago

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juro, a princípio pensei que era uma ficzinha com o rafa e fiquei omg vamos ler😋📖 (meu tdah simplesmente anulando qualquer outra informação possível no post👻). ai desci e apareceu mais um, e mais outro, e mais outro, e outro e a cada vez eu ficava mais assim:

o plot do matías aqui meio que irei tomar posse, este matías descrito é meu, estou reivindicando dscl a todas vocês que não foram rápidas o suficiente💋 e o do ESTEBAN!!!! pfvr ele é tipo muito precioso😔👍🏻 eu daria minha vida por ele (e outras coisas😏 tb)

⭐️ so high school. fem!reader x lsdln cast

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: fluff + pouco smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; consumo de álcool e maconha; menção a car sex; menção a sexo oral fem recieving.

» wn: essa é dedicada especialmente as lobinhas swifties!! 💋 me inspirei nessa canetada suprema da diva @kyuala !! provando com essa aqui que nós garotas safadinhas somos românticas também 😛💐 espero que vocês gostem!! 🐺💗💝💞

✩ Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights / Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

Se a biblioteca não estivesse vazia, com certeza teriam levado a bronca muito mais cedo do que agora. Você e Rafa já se conheciam desde o período retrasado, no qual começaram a ter as mesmas aulas juntos, por mais que você estivesse a frente dele no curso. Apesar de sempre ter achado o garoto uma gracinha, nunca tinham conversado de fato até o início dessa semana: foram colocados como dupla para fazer um trabalho do professor mais carrasco da faculdade. Depois de horas escrevendo o conteúdo do projeto, o gelo informal foi definitivamente quebrado quando você fez uma piadinha sobre o docente, que foi emendada por outra de Rafa e logo em vários assuntos sobre o curso e as matérias, fazendo você se perguntar por que demoraram tanto para se falarem, já que se davam tão bem. O esporro veio da bibliotecária quando ela finalmente encheu o saco das risadinhas baixinhas vindas de vocês, afinal, já tinham terminado o trabalho, mas nenhum dos dois queria deixar a companhia do outro.

Organizaram os materiais na mochila e logo deixaram a biblioteca, ambos com um apertinho no peito porque não tinham nenhum outro plano para a noite de sexta, e, honestamente, não tinham interesse em arrumar um caso não fosse com o colega de trabalho. Pelo jeito que Rafa corava quando você encostava no braço dele ao rir, deduziu que teria que tomar uma atitude você mesma, “Ei, quer ir pro barzinho comemorar que conseguimos fazer o trabalho sem morrer?”, o que Rafael respondeu com um sorriso enorme no rosto enquanto assentia com a cabeça. Caminharam até o barzinho e logo se sentaram na mesa, as horas se passaram e vocês nem perceberam, conversaram de tudo quanto é assunto. A hora de ir embora foi menos pior do que esperava, enquanto Rafa te acompanhava até seu apartamento para que você não andasse sozinha tarde essas horas da noite, você interrompeu o silêncio confortável, “Não acredito que a gente passou esse tempo todo sem conversar, eu gostei muito de hoje” e o garoto concordava, com as bochechas vermelhinhas diante da sua confissão.

“Fala sério! Eu lembro de ter te pintado na sua calourada, imagina se a gente tivesse conversado desde a primeira vez que nos vimos?”, ele ria enquanto coçava a nuca quando chegavam no portão do seu prédio, “Na verdade, a primeira vez que eu te vi foi no primeiro dia de aula, eu tava perdido no estacionamento e vi você saindo do carro rindo”. Você ficou encantadinha com o fato dele lembrar direitinho da primeira vez que te viu, ainda mais com o jeito tímido que ele te contava isso: corado e com as mãos no bolso parado na sua frente. “E o que mais?”, você perguntou baixinho enquanto se aproximava mais dele, olhando para cima ao analisar os olhinhos que brilhavam ao te ver. “Lembro que te achei linda, parecia que você até andava em câmera lenta”. A confissão te arrancou uma risadinha, ainda mais quando viu que ele também sorria ao dizer a frase, claramente mais soltinho devido as cervejas que vocês tomaram. Você foi quem beijou ele, um ósculo calmo, lento e romântico, que quando foi rompido os narizes ainda se tocavam e os lábios se curvavam em um sorriso. “E agora, ainda acha?”, você perguntou baixinho, e quando o garoto tomou suas mãos na dele, entrelaçando os dedos nos seus enquanto assentia com a cabeça de olhinhos fechados, e antes de selar mais um beijo nos seus lábios, sussurrou “Muito…”

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✩ I'll drink what you think, and I'm high / From smoking your jokes all damn night

Encontrou o garoto por acidente quando estava voltando de uma festa a fantasia, péssima, por sinal: a bebida estava quente, as pessoas eram chatas, a música era ruim. Sua fantasia de Dorothy do ‘Mundo de Oz’ estava impecável e essa foi a única parte boa da sua noite, pelo menos até então. Enquanto caminhava pela rua do condomínio, viu Matias fumando um sozinho no parquinho vazio, o que só chamou sua atenção devido a música baixinha que tocava no telefone do garoto. Caminhou em direção a ele com os saltos em mãos, “Eu nunca vi esse filme”, ele pontuou antes mesmo que você pudesse o cumprimentar. “Oi pra você também, Mati”, disse enquanto se sentava no balanço do lado do garoto, o qual virou o rosto para você e fez um gesto cordial, sorrindo ao dizer “Oi, vizinha, boa noite!”.

Enquanto você contava sobre o fracasso que foi a festa, Matias sempre rebatia com piadas melhores que as suas, fazendo você até perder a linha de raciocínio quando a barriga doía de tanto rir. Você deu até um ou dois traguinhos do baseado depois de pedir, o que ele deixou com muita resistência, disse que vocês tinham que combinar direitinho um dia para fumarem juntos, que ele ia providenciar uma da boa e até comprar lanchinhos. Horas depois, vocês já estavam deitados dentro da casinha de madeira, batendo papos que faziam você perceber que Matias não era só o seu vizinho implicante e engraçado, na verdade, era muito inteligente e doce, charmoso também. Só saíram daquele maldito parquinho porque o sol começou a raiar.

Matias te obrigou a vestir o moletom dele, disse que era um absurdo você pegar o sereno da madrugada e correr o risco de gripar, fazendo você sentir borboletas no estômago ao sentir o cheiro do perfume cheiroso misturado com o da erva, uma combinação surpreeendentemente gostosa. Ele te deixou na porta de casa - fez questão também de carregar seus saltinhos vermelhos - e quando você fez menção em retirar e devolver o agasalho, foi impedida. “Não, não. Fica com ele. Amanhã a gente vê o filme e depois fuma um, aí você me devolve. Tá?”, a menção de ter planos com o garoto fez você corar e concordar timidamente, arrancando um sorrisinho dele antes de deixar um beijinho na sua bochecha. “Boa noite, princesa”, disse baixinho antes de se virar e ir em rumo a sua própria casa. “Na verdade nem precisa devolver, fica mais bonito em você mesmo!” gritou enquanto caminhava para mais longe, nem se importando quem mais poderia ouvir, desde que você ouvisse, estava bom para Matias.

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✩ Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? / It's just a game, but really / I'm bettin' on all three for us two

Ao ser colocada na cama pelo seu namorado, reclamou quando ele foi para o banheiro, estendendo a vogal do apelido carinhoso: “Fê! Cadê você amorzinho?”, foi respondida por uma risadinha do moreno seguida de um “Tô aqui, guapa”. Sentiu a cama se mover quando ele se sentou ao seu lado, “Ufa, tava com saudade já…” brincou ainda de olhinhos fechados, só abrindo eles ao ouvir o barulho do líquido sendo chacoalhado dentro do recipiente, olhando para ele com uma expressão confusa e recebendo um sorrisinho de volta, enquanto balançava a cabeça, te achava uma graça quando bêbada, muito mais expressiva que o normal.

Fernando molhou o algodão com o demaquilante, passando a bolinha macia e molhada nas suas bochechas e debaixo dos seus olhos delicadamente. Você formou um biquinho e choramingou diante do ato carinhoso: “Você é tão bonitinho, Fê… Apesar de quase ter matado a gente no caminho de casa”, arrancou uma risada do seu namorado que se lembrou da cena dele desviando rapidamente de um cone de rua. “Você que me distraiu quando beijou meu pescoço, nena”, enquanto molhava mais uma bolinha branca e agora passava nos seus olhos, retirando o delineado e rímel que você tinha passado para a festa. Você riu, bobinha, lembrou da cena e achou engraçado também: “Ah! Mas a culpa é minha se meu namorado fica tão lindo quando tá dirigindo? Hmmm?”, finalmente abrindo os olhos de novo quando ele estava tirando a maquiagem da sua testa. Ele ria, “Boba… Pronto, tirei tudo já”. Se levantou da cama e ia em direção ao banheiro antes que você repreendesse ele: “Fê!”.

Ele se virou e viu você esparramada na cama, ainda com o vestido da festa e fazendo um biquinho com os lábios, “Dá beijinho”. Ele deu meia volta e te deu um selinho, encantadinho com sua expressão de satisfeita, que tinha até falado “Eba…” baixinho. Foi em direção ao banheiro para tomar um banho rápido, e quando voltou para o quarto te viu dormindo de ladinho, até babava um pouquinho no travesseiro, fazendo ele rir um pouco. Se deitou ao seu lado cuidadosamente para não te despertar, mas não resistiu e deu um beijinho no topo da sua cabeça, depois, sussurrou só para ele mesmo ouvir: “Ainda vou casar com você algum dia”.

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✩ Get my car door, isn't that sweet? / Then pull me to the backseat / No one's ever had me, not like you

Quando recebeu a mensagem de que ele tinha chegado, foi rapidamente para a porta, e quando saiu se deparou com Pipe do lado de fora do carro, encostado na porta do passageiro. Cumprimentou ele com um selinho e um abraço apertado antes dele abrir a porta para você entrar. O caminho até o aniversário de um familiar de Otaño pareceu mais curto do que realmente foi, afinal, vocês conversaram o caminho inteiro sobre o que aconteceu durante a semana que Pipe tinha viajado para um evento da faculdade, durante o trajeto você fazia questão de fazer carinho na nuca do motorista e ele de segurar sua mão e dar beijinhos nas costas dela.

Quando finalmente chegaram no destino, Pipe parou o carro na rua atrás da casa de festa, e te repreendeu com um “Psiu” quando você foi abrir a sua porta. “Sério, Felipe?”, você disse lutando contra um sorriso que se formava nos seus lábios, a tentativa falhou quando ele respondeu “Claro, ué. Eu sou um cavalheiro” enquanto saia do carro, te deixando ali dentro rindo bobinha ao dar a volta e abrir a sua porta. “Obrigada…”, você agradeceu com a sua mão na dele enquanto saia do carro, gargalhando quando ele te empurrou devagarinho contra a porta e te beijou. “Nada, reina…”, ele respondeu contra sua boca enquanto te chegava para o lado, abrindo o banco de trás e te fazendo gargalhar mais ainda ao te deitar no banco extenso. “Felipe! A gente vai se atrasar”, disse entre risadas enquanto ele beijava seu pescoço e apertava seus peitos por cima da blusa. “Ay, nena… Eu tô com tanta saudade que vai ser rapidinho”, as mãos dele desciam para suas coxas, e apesar de vocês dois estarem igualmente desesperados para transar, não se conteram com a frase que Pipe admitiu que ia gozar rápido, caíram na gargalhada.

O rosto vermelhinho do garoto se afundou no seu pescoço, rindo enquanto dava beijinhos ali. “Dale, Pipe, rapidinho né?”, você consentiu e prendeu algumas mechinhas marrons entre os dedos, ainda sorrindo boba que nem ele. “Aí, por isso que eu te amo. E depois eu faço você gozar direitinho, tá?”

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✩ Truth, dare, spin bottles / You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Por mais que o treinador falasse para vocês não beberem álcool nos finais de semana, você já estava na sua quinta garrafa de cerveja, apesar de que a música alta da festa e alguns meninos dando em cima de você anulavam totalmente sua tentativa de relaxar. Saiu da casa cheia para tomar um ar, ficou até mais feliz em sentir o cheirinho da grama bem cuidada do jardim. Tinha saído para ficar sozinha, mas sua curiosidade falou mais alto quando você viu Kukuriczka deitado sozinho na grama. Já o conhecia há bastante tempo, era o amigo quietinho do seu irmão, sempre esbarrava com ele voltando do treino, e, por mais que estivesse toda suada e com o rabo de cavalo bagunçado, não tinha uma vez que ele não corava ao te ver, sempre carregando nas costas a mochila pesada com muitos livros e com fones de ouvido, mas nunca deixava de retornar o sorrisinho simpático que você dava para ele. Achava ele uma gracinha.

“E aí, Kuku?”, você disse simpática ao se aproximar do garoto deitado, que abriu os olhos confuso. “Isso… É um sonho?”, ele respondeu enquanto te media de cima para baixo, arrancando um “An?” entre risadas de você, que se sentava ao lado do garoto. Ele passava as mãos no rosto, rindo junto e nem sabia por que, se ergueu e sentou que nem você, e fez uma confissão que esclarecia o jeitinho engraçado dele: “Me desafiaram a fumar maconha no verdade e desafio, pela primeira vez. E agora tá tudo mais lento”. Você ria do jeito que ele gesticulava com as mãos, achava bonitinho o jeito que ele sussurrava alto e como os olhinhos estavam vermelhos. “Vem cá, deita de volta…”, encorajou ele e colocou a mão no peitoral coberto pela camisa, se deitando junto com o menino, o qual seguiu cegamente sua ordem e não se arrependeu: vocês começaram a conversar sobre diversos assuntos enquanto olhavam para o céu com algumas estrelas, entre esses, Esteban falava sobre reflexões e paradoxos filosóficos de uma forma muito lúdica, e você falava como o vôlei era o grande amor da sua vida. Falou até que ele deveria jogar, já que é muito alto, arrancando uma risadinha incrédula dele.

“Sobre a altura pode ser até verdade, mas tenho certeza que não seria tão bom quanto você”, ele elogiou enquanto admirava você olhar para o céu com ternura, e diferente do normal, não ficou tão nervoso quando seus olhos encontraram os dele, sorrisinho simpática e ele retribuindo. “Eu posso ser boa no vôlei, mas você é a única pessoa que me fez entender Aristóteles até hoje”, rebateu e sentiu borboletas no estômago quando percebeu que ele corou com seu comentário, provando que o amigo tímido do seu irmão que você tinha uma quedinha ainda estava ali. “Acho que essa é a vez que você mais falou palavras, na sua vida”, você gargalhou ao se dar conta disso, fazendo ele rir de volta, concordando com o comentário. As mãos encostavam um no outro devido às risadas espalhafatosas, sujavam a roupa de grama e terra ao se contorcerem de tanto rir, limparam até os olhinhos que lacrimejaram. Ele colocava a mão na própria barriga, respirando pesado tentando se recompor, “É… Você me deixa nervoso”. “Eu? Como assim?”, você respondia com um sorriso enorme no rosto, mais expressiva que o normal. “Fico nervoso perto de mulher bonita”.

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✩ Brand new, full-throttle / Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

Você escrevia na folha algumas palavras chaves ou dúvidas que surgiram enquanto estudava para sua semana de provas quando foi distraída pelo barulhinho da porta rangendo e mais ainda pelo moreno que entrava no cômodo. Fez a melhor cara de séria que podia, telepaticamente advertindo o moreno ‘nem vem’, mas ele ignorava isso completamente, entrando no quarto cheio de dengo com a cabecinha tombada pro lado e um sorrisinho bonitinho no rosto, chegando por trás da cadeira que você estava sentada e se abaixando para beijar seu pescoço enquanto te abraçava. “Simón… Os meninos estão lá embaixo”. Vocês dois começaram a ficar no dia que sua cunhada cortou a mão com uma garrafa de cerveja e seu irmão teve que levá-la ao hospital durante uma festa, sempre teve uma quedinha por ele, o amigo do seu irmão desde a infância, e nesse fatídico dia, quando ele entrou de fininho no seu quarto com uma desculpa esparramada só para ter a chance de te beijar, não quis negar isso ao moreno. Desde então, ficam escondidos, sempre sendo sorrateiros quando seu irmão está na casa junto, e dessa vez, quando todos amigos estavam unidos bebendo e jogando videogames. “Eles ‘tão jogando GTA, gatinha… Fiquei com saudade do meu amorzinho e aproveitei que eles estão distraídos, ué. Não posso?”, disse espertinho, transformando os selinhos no seu pescoço em beijos molhados, te fazendo arfar em frustração e tesão enquanto lutava contra o sorriso que só crescia no seu rosto ao ouvir o apelido carinhoso, não conseguia resistir ele, mas agora precisava focar.

“O seu ‘amorzinho’ tá estudando, Simón…”, você advertiu enquanto ele girava a cadeira na direção dele, se curvando sobre seu corpo para deixar um beijo nos seus lábios e fazendo um biquinho triste quando você disse a frase. Mas ele não se importou muito, foi se ajoelhando entre suas pernas, distribuindo beijinhos no seu corpo coberto pelo conjunto de pijama, fez um “Hmm…” que não passava preocupação nenhuma quando você disse que era uma prova importante. Já ajoelhado no chão e com as mãos fazendo carinho na sua pele por baixo do shortinho de dormir. “Você é tão inteligente, bebita… Tenho certeza que não precisa nem estudar mais”, tentava te convencer com palavras enquanto acariciava sua intimidade por cima do tecido macio, “E também… Relaxar seria bom pra você… Não acha?”, disse entre os beijos molhados que distribuía na sua coxa, olhando para você com os olhinhos marrons que exalavam vontade de sentir seu gostinho de novo.

Brincava com o cós do seu short enquanto sorria safado para você, que, novamente, nunca conseguia resistir ele. “Dale, mami… Deixa eu te ajudar a relaxar, hm?”

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✩ I feel like laughing in the middle of practice / Do that impression you did of your dad again / I'm hearing voices like a madman

Tinham poucas pessoas sentadas na arquibancada durante a partida, afinal, o jogo não era tão interessante assim: era apenas um amistoso entre seu time e o de outro curso. Mas mesmo assim, como sempre, Vogrincic estava sentado ali, com a câmera em mãos registrando apenas a jogadora favorita dele, sorrindo ao ver pela tela quando você olhava de volta para ele, com um sorriso enorme nos lábios. Capturava suas jogadas e suas comemorações, tirava fotos magníficas que eram dignas de se pararem num museu, pelo menos para ele, achava você encantadora quando fazia essa carinha de concentrada, mesmo com o rosto suado ou o cabelo bagunçado.

Quando o apito final foi dado, Enzo não conseguiu capturar sua comemoração, já que ele mesmo estava vibrando pela vitória do seu time. Sorria orgulhoso enquanto aplaudia, observando você caminhar até ele, agarrando sua cintura quando você chegou e te girando e levantando do chão. “Enzo! Eu tô toda suada”, você disse entre risadas enquanto ele te entregou uma garrafa de água. “Ay nena, tô tão eufórico, não poderia ligar menos pra isso agora”, ele disse e deixou um beijinho na sua bochecha enquanto você bebia o líquido, cansada da partida. Por mais que estivesse sonhando com um banho gelado, se sentou ao lado do garoto que mostrava as fotos que tinha tirado de você, perderam até noção do tempo dentro daquele ginásio.

“Ficaram lindas, Enzo… Não sabia que você gostava tanto de esportes assim”. Ele te olhou com uma expressão engraçada, “Eu não gosto, eu gosto de você”, você riu com a revelação. “Apesar de eu ter me sentido que nem meu pai quando ele assiste futebol”, nisso, ele começou a imitar o pai dele gritando “Gol!” e xingando o time oposto, só continuando para fazer você gargalhar mais ainda. Você tampou a boca dele para ele parar, sua barriga já doía de tanto rir, a imitação continuou por mais que fosse abafada pela sua mão, mas logo se cessou quando ele começou a rir junto com você. “Não acredito que seu pai vê jogo assim… Que engraçado”, a palma que silenciava seu ficante foi parar na sua barriga, se acalmando das gargalhadas. “Te juro…”, ele disse bobinho enquanto te olhava com ternura, “Quer conhecer ele?”.

#.｡.:*✧#vc dizendo no chat q eu ia ter uma surpresa camis #afs eu te amo de vdd #creads ♡ geniousbh #o pipe dirigindo e a reader fazendo carinho na nuquinha dele to mt mal acho q vou tomar chumbinho e vai ser agr tchau tchau

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morgana-larkin · 6 months ago

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Okay hear me out. Ik this might be alot like another prompt from another author but i love it and wanna see ur spin on it. Pure fem! Reader and melissa just dying to corrupt her and have some fun.

Hi! I think I know the exact fic you’re referring too! I’m so happy that you want to see my spin on it. And here it is! So much longer than I expected but I don’t think anyone will complain. Due to me being stuck in bed with a twisted ankle, I’ll be able to write another fic! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: Due to a bit of confusion about who I write for, I will add to my masterlist who I write for. Also, since I will be starting to write for other characters, I changed my taglist to a Melissa and Chessy taglist. If you want to be on my main taglist for when I write for Marilyn, Misty and Moiraine, then let me know!

Italian translations:

Dio mio - oh my god

Mia angelo - my angel

Bella - beautiful

Amo il tuo corpo e voglio rivendicarlo - I love your body and want to claim you

Il Suo Angelo (Her Angel)

Warnings: pure innocent reader, horny af Mel, smut, lots of teasing, fluffy Mel

Words: 8.6k (have fun! 😉)

You walked in the break room and made a beeline for the coffee machine.

“Wow kid, if you went any faster I’d think you’re a speedster or something.” Melissa said and you looked at her and chuckled. And at that Ava walked in and walked to coffee machine but then stood by it and waited till you were done.

“Caffeine is my saviour lately, I’ve been so stressed lately.” You told her.

“Oh girl, what you need is to get you some. Then all the stress will disappear.” Ava piped up and you looked at her confused.

“Some what?” You asked her and Melissa glanced over at you.

“Some sex.” Ava said, blunt as ever and you blushed.

“Oh um, I don’t know. I want my first time to be special.” You told her.

“You’re a virgin?” Ava asked and you nodded. “Girl, look at you, how have you not had sex yet?” And you blushed and looked down at the ground.

“Um, I- I don’t know.” You said and took your coffee and sat down at a free table near Melissa and Barb.

“Hey kid.” Melissa says and you turn to look at her.

“Ya?”

“Are you one of those people that waits until marriage?” Melissa asked and you blushed.

“Uh no. Just um never got a chance to and wasn’t really a big discussion or something that was talked about in my family.” You told her.

“Are you saying your parents never explained sex to you before?” She asked and you blushed and looked down at the ground. Melissa got up and walked over to you, you saw her heeled boots and leather pants and looked up at her face. “Are you uncomfortable with talking about it?”

“A little bit.” You admit and she smirked.

“You don’t have to be kid. Just don’t talk about it with the students as you’re not a sex Ed teacher. But we’re adults here, and it’s fun to do.” She tells you and your eyes widen at that.

“Melissa!” Barb says to stop her.

“What? It’s not like you’re a virgin.” Melissa says to Barb.

“Well I know but no need to traumatise the poor girl.” Barb scolds her and Melissa sighs then looks at you.

“How old are you?” She asks you.

“Um I’m 27.” You tell her and everyone looks at you with wide eyes. “What?” You ask everyone.

“You’re 27, you’re a virgin and uncomfortable with the discussion of sex.” Melissa tells you and your cheeks go red.

“It’s also a bit hard to find dates when you like women.” You say and she smirks.

“Alright I’ll give you that, but since you’re new to Philly, I’ll just tell you that it’s a little easier to find dates with women here.” Melissa tells you, leaning down towards you a bit and you unconsciously lick your lips and stare at her.

Melissa walks back to her seat and goes back to her phone like nothing happened, while you go back to your coffee.

On the outside, it seems like Melissa isn’t doing anything different, but on the inside, in her brain is another story. She saw how you reacted to her and she finds it very interesting that you seem so innocent. Maybe she can have some fun with you.

At the end of the day, Melissa passes by your classroom like always and sees you sitting in your chair, writing something. She goes over to your door and knocks.

“Hi Melissa.” You say when you look up.

“Hey kid. Whatcha working on?” She asks and you sigh.

“I’m a little behind on grading.” You say with a small pout. “The lessons are a bit difficult for them so I haven’t had a lot of time to grade since I’m answering questions most of the time.” And she nods, then an idea pops in her head.

“Maybe I could keep you company?” She offers and you freeze.

“Wh-what?” You ask her and she smiles.

“I could keep you company if you want.” She offers again.

“Oh that’s really sweet but I don’t want to inconvenience you or ruin your night.” You tell her and she smiles softly at you, you’re so sweet and innocent she thinks.

“It’s not a problem hon. I don’t have any plans tonight and it was just going to be a boring night at home by myself on the couch.” She tells you.

“Well I won’t force you to stay or go, but if you want to stay then I wouldn’t mind the company.” You say with a sweet smile.

She grins at you and then grabs one of the students chair and brings it your desk to sit right across from you. Let the teasing begin, she thinks to herself.

“So” she starts, after about 10 seconds of silence. “How come your family never discussed sex?” She asks and you whip your head at her and blush.

“Oh um. I don’t know, it just wasn’t.” You tell her.

“Sheltered life then?” She asks you.

“I guess a bit.” You say with a shrug and then get back to grading. Melissa leans forward and puts her chin on her hands and smirks.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” She asks so casually. And you look up at her confused.

“Sorry, a what?” You ask and she tilts her head a bit.

“An orgasm hon.” She repeats and you look confused.

“What’s an orgasm?” You ask, and inside Melissa is beaming with mischief.

“An orgasm is a build up of pleasure when having sex.” She says and your face goes red. “And when it’s released, all the feel good hormones and emotions come with it.” She explains and you stare at her like a deer in the headlights. While she has your attention, she moves her arms down to be placed casually on the desk and leans forward. Her arms push her chest up a bit and with the shirt she’s wearing with a v-dip in the front, it gives you a nice view of her cleavage. Melissa pretends to be looking at the paper you’re grading, but she saw you glance down at her chest and lick your lips. “So you never touched yourself?” She asks and it takes a second for your brain to process that she spoke, and then another second to process what she said and you look at her confused again.

“What do you mean touch myself? Touch where?” You ask and Melissa is grinning.

“Touch yourself down there.” She says and points to in between your legs.

“Well I do when I go to the bathroom.” You say, confused to what she’s getting at.

“I meant, touch yourself… sexually.” She explains and your face goes redder than her hair.

“Wh-what? Why-why would I do that?” You say and sit up a bit straight.

“Because, it feels good.” She says with a shrug. “So you’ve never done that either?” She asks.

“No I haven’t.” You tell her and Melissa is beaming with excitement on the inside. Oh, all the ways she can corrupt you.

“So, your little innocent act isn’t an act at all. You’re actually a good girl.” She tells you and your eyes widen a little bit and Melissa notices the effect her words have on you. They say it’s the shy innocent ones you gotta look out for. And you are so innocent, it’s adorable, Melissa thinks.

Melissa stopped so that you wouldn’t be wondering why she’s suddenly curious about that part of your life…at least for today. She just carries on a normal conversation with you. Until the next day…

At the end of the day she stopped by your classroom again. “Still more grading?” She asks and you look up at her.

“M afraid so.” You say. “They’ve done 2 tests and a project in the past 2 weeks and I was starting to get behind but now I’m very behind.” You tell her and she walks in.

“Want some company again?” She asks and you glance up at her. You wanna say yes cause you are attracted to her but yesterday she asks a few questions and you’re wondering why it was on the topic that it was. But of course, your want for her to be close wins over.

“Sure, that’d be nice. Thank you.” You tell her with a smile. Instead of bringing a chair over, she sits on the desk closest to yours. You can’t help but stare as she sits with her legs slightly apart, a bit more than what is considered normal. And she’s also leaning back a bit with her hands on the desk.

“Have you been on dates? Been in relationships?” She asks and you let out a sigh of relief. Glad it’s not on the topic it was yesterday.

“Yes, I’ve been on a few dates. I’ve had one relationship but it didn’t last long. Like maybe 2-3 months.” You tell her.

“3 months and you didn’t have sex with her?” She asks and you groan very quietly.

“Why? Is that bad?”

“Well, not really. I mean it’s the people in the relationship that choose that. But typically people have sex within the first 3-8 weeks of a relationship.” She explains.

“She broke up with me because we didn’t have…you know. And because there was no discussion about it either.” You tell her. On the outside she was nodding in understanding, on the inside, she was smirking. You were so innocent you didn’t want to even say sex. God, she’s going to have a lot more fun with you. It helps that she’s attracted to you and you’re attracted to her.

Melissa got off the desk and leaned on your desk. “I’m not saying that you should have had sex with her, you know. It’s at your pace.” Even though she’s having fun with you, she wants to make sure that you don’t feel bad. You had a difficult time listening to what she was saying as her cleavage was right there. Melissa smirks as she catches on and she gets an idea. She goes to move her hands off the desk and straighten her posture but “accidentally” knocks a pen off your desk. “Oh sorry, I’ll get it.” She tells you and walks the 2 steps over and bends down. She makes sure to bend down so her ass was on display for you. When she bent down, she glanced very quickly at your reaction and you were staring right at her ass like she wanted. She stood back up and put the pen back on your desk. She wonders how else she can corrupt and tease you.

She does this for the next 2 days, just gives you little views of her cleavage, and ass if the opportunity presents itself.

On Friday is when she got a little more mischievous. She visits you in your classroom like normal as you're almost done grading all of the tests. She sits on a desk again and starts up a conversation with you. 20 minutes later and you finish grading with a smile.

“There! Finally finished.” You say and she claps.

“Congrats! Now they can stop pestering you.” She jokes and you laugh.

“Ya, first graders aren’t known for their patience.” You say and she giggles.

“Neither are second graders.” She jokes back with you and you laugh. You put the tests in a basket neatly to be handed back to them tomorrow and you stand up to get your things ready. Melissa gets off the desk and walks over to you without you hearing her.

Once all your things are in your bag, you sling it over your shoulder and turn around. You nearly bump into Melissa and you see her cleavage again. Melissa is smiling as she wore a push up bra and a shirt that makes her tits look amazing while still being appropriate for school. You tilt your head up and look at her. You then step to your left and try to psss by her but she stops you with an arm. She puts her hand on the board to stop you from leaving and she moves a bit so she’s in front of you with your back on the board. Your face goes red with the close proximity and you don’t know what to do.

“M-mel- Melissa? What are you doing?” You stutter out and she smiles.

“Nothing hon. Do I make you nervous?” She asks you and your cheeks turn pink.

“A little bit.” You admit nervously.

“Hmm, and why do I make you nervous?” And you don’t know how to respond to that.

“Um, well I - you… um. You just do.” You settle on that and she smirks at you. You then duck under her arm and speed walk out of there. Melissa isn’t at all disappointed that you found an escape, she’s finding it amusing that you basically bolted out of there while trying to be subtle.

During the weekend, you thought about how close Melissa was to you and then you for some reason felt a wetness between your thighs that only happened one other time before and you’re not sure what it meant. You googled it and most of them say it’s a result of getting turned on and you decide to ignore that fact and try to focus on other things. Try being the important word. Your thoughts keep shifting back to Melissa and her perfect cleavage, her perfect ass, the close proximity, her amazing smile and almost glowing hair that’s perfect for her. You rub your thighs together and then you freeze, why did you do that? And why are you wet again? All these thoughts keep your weekend busy. And then you wake up Monday morning and prepare for another week. Maybe now you won’t have thoughts of Melissa that makes you feel weird things. Oh were you wrong.

You went in the break room and there Melissa was, glasses on and she’s leaning slightly to the desk, writing something. Her perfect cleavage on display and she looks really pretty with glasses on. With or without glasses she looks pretty. You try not to stare at her and go to the coffee machine.

“Hello dear. How was your weekend?” Barb asks you and you turn to her. You go to answer and then you see Melissa smiling at you and your mouth stays slightly open for a couple seconds. And then you remember you were asked a question.

“It-it was good, just a relaxing weekend. Got all my grading done last week so I pretty much just enjoyed the weekend.” You tell her and she smiles at you. You then glance at Melissa and she winks at you, your cheeks turn pink a bit at that.

“That’s good to hear dear. You deserve a stress free weekend.” Barb tells you.

“Thank you. Ho-how was your weekend?” You ask her and she goes into explaining her day out with Gerald. She tried listening but you saw Melissa smiling at you, at some point she took off her glasses and put the tip of it in her mouth. And to top it off, she crosses her arms in a way that pushes her breast up and you lose all brain function. All of that happens in the space of 3 minutes but it feels like much longer. “What about you Melissa?” You ask her when Barb is done.

“It was good, hon. Like you I stayed home, and de-stressed.” She sends you another wink when Barb isn’t looking and you widen your eyes a bit.

After you go to your classroom and continue out the day. When all your students leave, you pack up your things and hear someone come in. Although you know who came in as you recognize the sound of her heels, Melissa.

“Hey hon.” She says and you turn around as she’s walking in.

“Hey Melissa. I don’t need any company today as all my grading is done.” You tell her, you were a littl disappointment, you were starting to like spending that time with her.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate. It was a nice little routine last week.” She tells you and you nod. She walks towards you a bit more until she’s 2 feet away from you. “Want to know more about my weekend?” She asks with a deeper voice and you shiver a little bit. You think she didn’t notice as she didn’t react or say anything but she did notice.

“Um sure.” You tell her with a slight stutter.

“Well as I said I stayed home and de-stressed.” She began and you nodded. “Well want to know how I de-stressed?” She said and she walked towards you and you walked back a bit until you ran into the chalkboard. She pressed her body against yours a bit, leaned towards your ear and whispered the answer. “I imagined you in my bed, underneath me. Then I put my hand between my legs, I fingered myself and rubbed my clit until I had an orgasm. And I said your name when I did.” She tells you and then pulls her head back and looks at your face.

Your mouth is slightly open in shock, your eyes wide, cheeks flushed, your breathing deepened, and you rubbed your thighs together. Melissa is smiling at your reaction.

“Hmm, you know you’re cute when you react like that.” She tells you as she tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. Your still frozen in shock and don’t respond to her. She gently strokes down your arm with two fingers. “Hmm, you’re so innocent, hon. Do you like it when I think about you like that?” She asks, and your cheeks turn red.

“I-um…I-you… uh, um, like…” you stutter and she smirks at you.

“Oh hon, did I make you speechless?” She asks with mock sympathy. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you and how she affects you and she’s enjoying it. “Why don’t I make it up to you hm. How about on Friday after school, you come over to my place and I’ll cook you dinner.” She says and you’re speechless again. “You can nod or shake your head as an answer.” She tells you, deciding to take a little bit of pity on you. You nod your head and she smiles. “Perfect.” She tells you. She grabs her phone and presses a couple things then looks at you. “What’s your number?” She asks and you look at her confused. “So I can text you my address.” She explains and you gulp. You then muster up enough courage to give her your number. She then sends a text and your phone vibrates in your pocket with a notification. She looks at you with a smirk. “Hope that’s not the only thing you have that vibrates.” She says and you look at her confused. She decides to not explain it and instead reaches for your phone, she slides her hand down you a bit, sticks her hand a bit in your pocket and wraps her hand around your phone and tugs it out. She then slides her hand up between you both and hands you your phone. “You can look up what I meant. Search what vibrators are for.” She tells you with a wink and then she walks out with a sway in her hips.

You stare at her ass as she walks out, completely mesmerized. At home you look up vibrators and your face goes red at what it says they’re for. She said a sexual innuendo and it went right over your head with your lack of knowledge on the subject.

The rest of the week goes by normally. Melissa doesn’t have an opportunity to drop by your classroom as she’s busy. She still sends winks your way when she can. And she bends over for you to see her cleavage when you’re looking, especially in the break room. And when she walks away from where you are, she sways her hips more so you can stare at her ass moving. On Friday she stops by your classroom briefly at the end of the day.

“Hey hon.”

“H-hi Melissa.”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re still coming over tonight.” She tells you.

“Of-of course. I’ve heard great things about your cooking and wouldn’t miss the opportunity.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well good, you won’t be disappointed. A meal you won’t forgot.” She tells you with a slightly deeper voice and winks after. You feel your mouth dry and in between your legs get wet and you gulp.

“Do-” you squeak out then clear your throat as your mouth was dry. “Do you want me to bring anything?” You ask her and she walks closer to you and puts a finger under your chin.

“Hmm, just need to bring your pretty self.” She hums and you blush. You forgot how to English for a second and decide to nod in reply. She smiles at you and hums again. “Good.” She says and sways her hips as she walks out. She stops when she reaches the door, puts her hand on the doorframe and glances back at you. “Show up at 6, don’t be late.” She tells you and winks. She then continues walking to her car, leaving you in your classroom, stunned for a minute. Your body then remembers how to work and you walk to your car to get home to change.

You get home and strip out of your work clothes. You suddenly don’t know what to wear, she said it wasn’t a date but you want it to be a date, and want to impress her as you have a crush on her . You then decide to put a robe on and video chat your older sister.

“Hey you, what’s up?” She says when she picks up.

“Hey sis, I need your help. So I have a crush on a coworker. And she invited me over for dinner to her place. She never said it was a date but I still want to impress her.” You explain to her and she chuckles.

“So you need help choosing an outfit?” She asks and you nod. “Alright, show me what options you were thinking of and I’ll let you know if it’s a yes or no.” She says and you nod. You spend the next 20 minutes showing her your clothes as she said no to everything you were thinking of wearing. You then settled on an outfit you both agreed looks good. You then thank her and she makes you promise to tell her all about it tomorrow, and hangs up.

You then shower, blow dry your hair, and brush your teeth. You put on your outfit, which is a cute dark purple dress that stops mid thigh, with a small v-dip and black stockings, with small heels that are black, and a fancy black sweater to complete the look. You then quickly curl the bottom half of your hair then keep it all down. You then apply a bit of purple eyeshadow, some mascara and tinted lip balm. You realise it’s time to go and you grab your purse and head to her place.

You arrive at 5:57 and you take a minute to breath and calm your heart down and give yourself a small pep talk. “Ok remember y/n, she’s a coworker and friend. She may be your crush but try and keep all thoughts of kissing her out of your head.” You say, then let out another breath before getting out and walking to her door.

You knock on her door and she opens it with a smile. You should have added more to your pep talk then just thoughts of kissing her. As she’s wearing a low cut red shirt, that shows her cleavage more than the shirts she wears at school does. She also has on black leggings and her hair up in a ponytail with her bangs framing her face perfectly. You stare at her and forgot to say anything as your brain is busy processing the outfit.

“Wow, you look nice angelo.” She tells you, and if you paid any attention to her eyes you would have noticed her pupils are a bit blown as her eyes roam up and down your body.

“Th-thanks, so do you.” You say and she smiles.

“Thank you.”

“What did you call me?” You ask her

“Angelo, it means angel.” She says and you smile. “Come on in.” She tells you.

“Are you sure? Your mat says go away.” You say with a smile to show her that you’re joking and she giggles.

“That’s because I only let a few people come inside.” She tells you and you blush. You had no idea that you were one of the select few that she’s invited to her house. You nervously step inside her house and she closes the door behind you and you take your heels off.

“Wow, you have a lovely home. Not at all what I expected.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Oh ya? And what did you expect to see?” She asks you as she leads you to the kitchen.

“I don’t know to be honest. I haven’t figured you out yet. But I guess one that has a little less, homey feeling I suppose.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“If it makes you feel better about your expectation, I have about 5 bats hidden around the house.” She tells you and you smile.

“Now that does sound like you. I’m honestly less surprised you have bats hidden than I was about what your house looks like.” You joke and she giggles.

You enter her kitchen and you’re immediately surrounded with the smell of dinner and your stomach grumbles. “Now are you too innocent for wine or do you drink that?” She asks you with a slight smirk but she’s also curious.

“I do have a glass from time to time. Mostly at family gatherings. Which is about 4-5 times a year.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well is it alright if I pour you a glass?” She says and shows you the bottle.

“That’s my favourite!” You tell her and she beams.

“Really? Mine too.” She tells you and pours some in a glass for you. “I knew you must have good taste.” She says and hands you a glass.

“Thank you.” You tell her and you both clink your glasses together and then take a sip. Then the oven dings and Melissa puts down her glass and walks over to it. She slips on an oven mitt, opens the oven and takes out the food. You see the food and you have no idea what it is but it looks good. “Wow, that looks amazing! What is it?” You ask her and she smiles at you.

“It’s skillet chicken cacciatore.” She tells you and you smile.

“It’s Italian?” You ask her and she nods. Wow, Italian accent is beautiful, you think.

“You think I’m beautiful when I speak Italian?” She asks you and you realise you said it out loud and you blush.

“Did I say that out loud?” You ask her and she nods with a smirk.

“Is there a translation for the last word?” You ask.

“For cacciatore?” She asks and you nod. “Yep, it means hunter.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “I don’t know the story behind the name. That’s just what it’s called and you don’t ask questions.” She tells you as she puts some on 2 plates and you laugh.

“Alright then. No questions, got it.” You tell her and she tells you to bring the wine and guides you to the dinner table.

You two sit down and then you take a bite and you let out a moan at how good it tastes. You look over to see Melissa holding her glass with a smirk.

“What?” You ask her.

“I knew I would like how you sound when you moan.” She tells you then takes a sip of the wine.

“Where else would I make that noise?” You ask her.

“In bed.” She says so casually as she cuts up a piece of the chicken. “When someone or yourself is giving you pleasure.” She tells you and she slides her foot up your leg. You choke on the food as you swallow, from her foot touching you like that or her comment, you’re not sure. She leans back in her chair and takes a bite of the food with a smile on her face.

You watch as a bit of sauce is at the corner of her lips and she licks it off with her tongue. You stare and she smirks when she sees you staring. You realise she’s looking at you staring and you sheepishly go and cut up a piece of food and look down.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about staring at me. I know you find me attractive.” She tells you and you freeze. You were about to take a bite as your fork is right in front of your mouth and your mouth is open. The piece of chicken falls off your fork and lands in a spot with some sauce and some flies to your face.

“Ah.” You yelp as you were surprised and Melissa snorts.

“Here hon.” She says as she takes your chin and turns your head to face her. She uses her thumb to wipe off where it got you and it seems it got you a few times. She wipes off the spot underneath your eye, on your cheek and right under your bottom lip. Melissa freezes and keeps her thumb at your bottom lip and then she traces it. You have no idea what’s going on but you don’t stop her. You start breathing heavier and she pulls back and goes to continue eating. You don’t comment on it and just continue eating. Once you’re both done, you clear the table and give the plates a quick rinse as she puts the leftovers in containers and then puts them in the fridge. She closes the fridge door as you dry your hands.

“Thank you for dinner and the wine Melissa it was really go-” you’re cut off as you turn around and Melissa lips are on yours. You kiss her back after a second when your brain starts working again. She presses you into the counter and you gasp, Melissa takes the opportunity and slips her tongue in and tastes you. You put your hands in her hair and remember she has a ponytail and you whine. She pulls back and laughs.

“Are you upset I have my hair in a ponytail?” She asks and you nod with a pout. “Hmm, well you know, there’s an easy fix.” She tells you and she slowly slides the elastic down and then shakes her head a few times to put her hair in place. “There, better?” She asks you and nod. She smiles then goes back to kissing you. You immediately put your hands in her hair and she moans into the kiss and you pull back.

“Is that the kind of pleasure you were talking about for that sound?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“Oh hon, you have no idea the kind of pleasure I can give you that’ll have you moaning like crazy.” She purrs in your ear and you shiver. The wet feeling between your legs is back and you rub your thighs together and Melissa notices. “Are you turned on hon?” She asks and you widen your eyes. Oh so Google was right about what that means. You nod at her and she smiles. “If you want, I can help you with that.” She tells you.

“How would you do that?”

“Well it would require you to lose your virginity.” She tells you and you open your mouth in shock. “And before you ask, yes, that feeling between your thighs, your pussy is wet cause you’re turned on and it gets wet so it doesn’t hurt when something is sliding in there.” She tells you.

“Sliding in there? You mean like a tampon?” You ask and she giggles.

“You’re so adorable.” She says and boops your nose. “No, I mean like my fingers.” She tells you. “For straight sex, it would be that a dick slides in you.” She tells you and your eyes widen. “I’m not going to do anything you're not comfortable with. But my offer is still available if you want to take care of that feeling right here.” She says and taps on your pussy and you flinch and let out a small yelp. “Either me or your own fingers.” She tells you and you look at her eyes that are full blown. You cup her cheek and trace under her eye with your thumb.

“Where did the green in your eyes go?” You ask her and she smiles.

“My eyes are blown. It’s what happens when you get turned on and want to have sex.” She tells you and your breath hitches. “Your eyes are blown too.” She tells you and you blush. It takes you about 5 seconds to come to a decision about her offer. It took 4 seconds of being distracted by her face and then one second to come to a decision.

“I want you to help me with the feeling.” You said a little embarrassed and nervous.

“Oh hon, you’ll have to ask me properly.” She told you and you whined as she pressed herself against your body. “Come on, you can do it.” She told you as she gently bit your ear.

“I-I want to have…” and you paused. Melissa pulled back and looked at you.

“What is it hon? Why can’t you say the word?” She asked you.

“Because I grew up thinking that you shouldn’t think about it or say it.” You told her and she stroked her cheek.

“Oh hon, it’s not a bad thing to vocalise that you want sex.” She told you. “Come here.” She said and she lead you to her bedroom. “Go sit on the foot of the bed.” She says and you obeyed while she closed the door and then walked over to you. “Now I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, and I won’t touch you unless you want me too but I do want to show you what I look like under my clothes, ok?” She tells you, thinking maybe you’ll be more comfortable when you see another woman’s body naked. You nod at her and she smiles.

She pulls her top off slowly, exposing all the skin of her stomach and you stare at all the soft looking skin and can’t help but touch it. So you do. She lets out a yelp and you pull back thinking you shouldn’t have.

“No no, it’s ok baby. You just surprised me as my shirt was covering my eyes.” She tells you and puts your hand back on her stomach. You feel all over her and you want more so you stand up. You move your hand to the back and hover over her bra clip. “Go on baby. You can unclip it.” She tells you and you do and take her bra off. Then you pull back and look at her. And you’re surprised you don’t faint right there. She looked so, so…

“Sexy.” You slip out and she smiles.

“Thank you, baby.” She tells you and you don’t even care right now about your thoughts.

“Melissa.” You tell her and she looks into your eyes.

“Yes baby?” She asks.

“I want…” you start and she just looks at you, letting you take your time. “I want… I want to have sex with you.” You say and she smiles.

“Well ask and receive baby.” She tells you and she kisses you again.

She then travels down to your neck and starts sucking and you let out a moan. She then starts to slowly lift your dress up and then you pull back and put your arms up, allowing her to take it off. She then unclips your bra and takes it off and looks at you.

“You’re so beautiful, Bella.” She says, remembering you liked it when she spoke Italian. You let out a groan and rub your thighs together. “Hmm, is me speaking Italian a turn on for you?” She asks and you nod. She pushes you on the bed and straddles your lap. “Well then.” She says and smirks, then pushes you more on the bed. “Amo il tuo corpo e voglio rivendicarlo.” She says seductively while grinding on you and you whine. “It means, I love your body and want to claim it.” She says and you put your hands on her.

“I want you to claim me, Mel.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Mel hm, I like it.” She tells you and you blush. She attacks your neck again and you gasp. It feels incredible what she’s doing on your neck. She then trails down to your chest and leaves kisses all over it, worshipping your body as it should be. She then takes a nipple in her mouth and you see stars. She then remembers that you’ve never masturbated either, never touched yourself. So she thinks she should probably go easy on you so you don’t get too overstimulated. “If it becomes too much for you, then let me know, ok?” She says and you nod.

“Keep going please. It feels amazing.” You tell her and she smiles and goes back to your nipple. You continue to let out gasps and moans as she swirls her tongue around your nipples and sucking on them.

“I’m so honoured.” She says as she runs her hands all over your chest and stomach. “Not only will I be your first, but I’ll also be the first person to ever give you pleasure, and that includes yourself. I can’t believe you went this long without it.” She tells you and you buck your hips and whine. “Alright since you’ve never had it before, I won’t keep you waiting much longer. But just know, in the future, I will.” She adds and you look at her.

“So there’ll be more?” You ask her and she tilts her head and looks at you.

“I mean if you want.” She says cautiously.

“Of course, I’ve been attracted to you since I started.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Good, cause I’m attracted to you as well.” She tells you. “I can take you on a date tomorrow if you want.” She offers and you nod. “Alright now, time to make you feel good.” She tells you and gets off the bed and takes your tights off. “You looked so innocent and adorable in that dress and tights. But I think you look better with them both off.” She then puts her fingers on your underwear and looks at you, you nod at her and she takes your underwear off. She then looks at you completely bare for her and she smiles warmly at you. “You look beautiful.” She says with a hum and you smile. “You look even more beautiful with a smile.” She adds and you blush.

She then gets on her knees, pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed, then does a big lick up your entire pussy. You gasp out and she moans at your taste.

“You taste amazing, mia angelo .” She says and licks your entrance while you gasp and moan at the amazing way her tongue is moving on you. You can’t help but grab her hair and run your fingers through her beautiful red locks. You keep bucking your hips so Melissa pins you down and then slides her tongue in your entrance and you let out a loud gasp and she smirks. She then goes to your clit after she slides her tongue in and out of you a few times. As soon as her tongue connects with your clit, you arch your back off the bed, causing her to use more strength to pin you down. You start grinding on her mouth and she doesn’t have the heart to stop you from doing that. She knows you haven’t felt anything like this before and knows it can be a lot the first time. Not that she remembers her first time as it was about 30 years ago, but considering how it feels everytime she has sex, she can imagine how it must feel the first time.

You start to feel a build up in your stomach and you don’t know why. “Mel, why do I have a strangle feeling in my stomach?” You ask and she smiles. She pulls her tongue away but replaces it with her finger and continues rubbing your clit.

“Remember me explaining the orgasm build up?” She says and you nod. “Well that’s the build up. When it’s at its capacity you’ll let go and cum.” She tells you with a breathy voice. She wants to make sure she doesn’t overstimulate you without skin contact so she goes on top of you and looks at you while slowing down the movement on your clit. “I’m gonna stick my finger in you, it’s going to hurt a bit but that’s because your body isn’t used to it. I’ll go slowly but if it hurts too much or if you want me to pause but don’t want me to pull out then let me know ok?” She tells you and you nod. She then gets you to lay further up on the bed with your head on a pillow and she leans down on top of you. “Alright, ready?” She asks and you nod.

She then lines her finger up with your entrance and kisses you. She slowly slides the tip of her finger in and you gasp in the kiss. She then trails down to your neck so you can focus on her kisses on your body rather than the pain. She slides in more and sucks on your neck, you whimper a little bit but you don’t say anything so she keeps going. She slides it in all the way and she looks up at you while still sucking your neck.

“Do you feel pain mia angelo?” She asks when she pulls back and you nod. “Ok let me know when it goes away.” She kisses your neck and nipples for a few seconds and then you call her name.

“Mel, it went away.” You tell her and she nods. She then slowly pulls out then she slides back in again slowly. You gasp at the pleasure and you push her body closer to yours. She smiles at that and then goes a bit faster. You buck your hips to her body but can’t go very far as her body is pushed on yours, by you.

You end bending a knee slightly and accidentally put it between her legs, right up against her core, and the seam of her leggings touches her clit. She ends up doing a hard thrust by accident along with a “fuck.” From the pleasure and then asks you if you’re ok from the thrust.

“Can you do it again actually?” You ask her and your voice is very breathy at this point. She does a hard thrust again and you moan out at the pleasure. She then speeds up and does hard thrusts and your leg stays where it is. She grinds your leg a bit unconsciously and you notice and you smirk.

“Not so innocent now mia angelo.” She teases you when she notices your smirk to what you’re doing to her. She then pulls out of you completely and she quickly takes her leggings and underwear off. You go to whine at the loss of her finger when you see her strip in front of you then stare open mouthed at the sight of her pussy. She then goes back on your leg and sticks her finger back in. You moan out at the feeling of her finger, and then you feel her wetness spreading on your leg and you feel good knowing the effect you have on her.

“You feel very wet.” You tell her between moans and gasps.

“Yes mia angelo, that’s how much you turn me on.” She tells you and you smile. She puts her thumb on your clit when she feels her build up starting and knows it won’t take long. You say a little “aa” from her rubbing your clit and then she adds another finger in you slowly and you wrap your arms around her. You unknowingly press her down more on your leg and she moans out. The build up starts to get stronger and stronger in you and your legs start shaking and you’re breathing faster. “Just let your body do its thing and leg go when you need to.” She tells you when she feels your legs shaking. She’s close as well but wants you to come first.

A few seconds later you come with a high pitched gasp and she comes at the sight of you coming. She then stops and slowly and carefully, removes her thumb from your clit and pulls her fingers out. She then rolls over and lays down beside you, breathing fast. She then holds you in her arms while you shake as your body is trying to slow down your heart rate.

When your breathing slows down, you notice you put your hand on her boob unconsciously, then you squeeze it and rub your finger on the nipple. She lets out a whine and bucks her hip at that. You do the same to the other one and get the same reaction. She looks at you and sees you genuinely curious and interested in her boobs. You then go and lick one of her nipples and she lets out a gasp, you repeat the action and she moans softly. You then put it in your mouth and start sucking and licking. She bucks her hips and gasps. You pull back after a bit and you go to the other one.

“Mia angelo, what are you doing?” She asks before you get to the other one. “If you keep going you’re gonna make me want more.” She tells you and you put the other nipple in your mouth. You do the same thing and she moans and bucks her hips. “Angelo, please. I don’t think you realise how much you affect me.” She pleads and you look at her.

“Oh I do know actually.” You tell her and she looks at you going down her body and she whines. “You see, I felt you on my leg and how wet I make you.” You tell her and rub up and down her legs and feel how soft they are and you hum. “I also realised how much you teased me last week.” You say and kiss her thighs. You get close to where she wants you before pulling away and kissing her thighs again.

“Mia angelo. Stop teasing me.” She says and you look at her.

“Do you know how much I thought of you last weekend? Thoughts of you pushed up against me, and how wet that made me.” You tell her and she groans. You then slide up her body and come face to face with her. “I think it’s only fair that I do that to you.” You tell her and she whines. Of course, she thinks, they weren’t wrong when they say to watch out for the shy and innocent ones.

You then kiss her neck and she brings her hand down to touch herself. You notice it and don’t stop her. You kiss and suck on the other side of her neck and she slides a finger in herself.

“Are you making yourself feel good?” You question and she nods. You then grab her wrist of the hand that’s currently fingering herself and you make her pull her fingers out of herself. You then put her fingers in your mouth and you moan at the taste.

“Dio mio.” She gasps out as your tongue runs all over her two fingers. She definitely corrupted you, that’s for sure. You decide to finally give in and you move back down and put your mouth on her entrance. She bucks her hips as you connect your mouth to where she needs it. You then slip your tongue in her entrance and she squeaks out a moan. She starts grinding on your tongue and you moan. The sound vibrates on her and she gasps. “Dio mio, mia angelo. Your tongue feels so good.” She says and you smile. You then move to her clit and you slide a finger in her entrance. You move your tongue and hopefully you’re making her feel as good as she made you. She lets go of the sheets she was grabbing and grabs your hair instead. You add another finger in her and she screams out. You slide your fingers in and out of her and you love the way she feels inside, her wetness and warmth wrapped around your fingers and keeping you inside. You then feel her clench around your fingers and her legs start shaking. She then screams out as she comes but you don’t stop, too distracted by how she feels around your fingers and her taste. She continues grinding on your fingers and tongue as her build up is already starting again. She comes again not too long later and she then pulls you away. You pull out of her and climb up to lay beside her.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” You ask and she shakes her head.

“No no, that felt incredible.” She says, trying to catch her breath. You beam at her words and she smiles at you. “Wow, I can’t remember the last time I came 3 times during sex.” She says and you blush. She wraps her arm around you. “Come here mia angelo.” She says and you snuggle into her. The two of you spend most of the weekend in her bed.

On Monday morning you walk in the break room a little weirdly but no one mentions it. Well not until Ava comes in and sees a hickey that you couldn’t cover due to how dark it was.

“Damn girl, did you get laid on the weekend?” She asks impressed and everyone except Melissa looks at you shocked. Melissa just continues on her phone.

“Maybe, what’s it to you?” You challenge back and Melissa snorts. You then go and sit down with Melissa and Barb as Melissa told you that you could this morning. Barb looks over to Melissa and sees Melissa wink and smile at you. Barb then sees a hickey on Melissa and she shakes her head at the two of you.

Ava sees Melissa’s wink and smile as well and then sees her hickey. “Melissa, I didn’t know you were into the innocent ones.” She tells her and everyone looks confused.

“And?” Is all Melissa says and everyone grins. Melissa then pulls your chair right beside her and wraps an arm around your waist and you lean into her.

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