First Night – Second Date?
Vaughn sat in his car, in her driveway, thinking. He needed this. Meelon was beautiful and Meelon wanted him to be here. Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of good reasons to be here. Then he opened his eyes and thoughts of Sydney returned. 'I don't believe she's dead. She can't be. But, where did she go? Why doesn't she call? She would if she were alive. Sydney would find a way. She needs...'
Vaughn jumped at the knock on the passenger side door. Meelon stood next tot the car door, dressed in a silk night shirt that flowed over the curves of her body down to her knees. Seeing her, Vaughn opened the driver side door and got out of the car. They looked at each other over the top of Vaughn's sedan. "You're still not sure you want to come in?"
Vaughn looked at Meelon, her eyes were questioning and calm. "Would you be upset if I didn't?"
"Not upset, maybe a bit frustrated, but I've got plenty of cold water available." They smiled at each other. "Michael, I want you to be comfortable with me. I really enjoyed being with you and I want you to enjoy me... I mean being with me." She giggled at her slip of the tongue.
Even in the dark hours of the morning, Vaughn could see the sparkles in her eyes when she laughed. When he looked at her, his thoughts turned only to her. "I want to be with you." Vaughn's admission was quiet and heartfelt.
Meelon walked around the front of the car and held out her hand. Vaughn took it. Meelon pulled him toward her. She placed her free hand on the back of his neck, pulled him down and kissed him. Vaughn moaned at the simple gesture. He moved his free hand toward her back, planning on pulling her closer, but Meelon stepped away. Keeping his hand in hers, she turned and led him toward the house.
With each step, Vaughn watched her hips sway under the silk shirt. He feels a longing to reach out and touch her as the soft material sways back and forth in front of him. By the time they reached the door, Vaughn can no longer stand the anticipation. As Meelon pauses to open the door, Vaughn's hands begin to caress her hips. She turns as the door opens. Vaughn advances and pushes her inside. He removes one hand from her silkiness in order to close the door.
There are no further words. The pair draws toward each other. Their lips meet and the passion they both feel is released. There is no wasted time. Vaughn becomes the aggressor. Though they remain in the front hall of her house, Vaughn quickly removes the silky shirt in order to explore and discover the treasures underneath. She moans with the feel of Vaughn's tongue on her breasts. His hand explores the softness of her skin on her back, thighs and butt. Her hands grab at his shirt and belt in an effort to remove them and further experience the feelings that are building up within her.
"Oh, Michael, I need to feel your skin against mine. Please take off your shirt and pants." Vaughn obeys. His shirt is quickly deposited in the hall way and then he pulls off her to release his belt and removes his pants. Their eyes stay in constant contact though the physical separation. Meelon's are a dark black and Vaughn's are a severe green, almost feral. With the task complete, Vaughn immediately moves back into physical contact with Meelon. He backs her toward the stairway and lays her on the step. With no words, Vaughn is on top of her. He parts her legs with his knee and pauses, looking at her. "I'm ready," are the only words she utters, but her eyes confirm her ascent and Vaughn enters her roughly. Meelon arches into Vaughn's groin to deepen the contact. The experience is aggressive and rough. Vaughn holds her back and hips with his arms around her while slamming her back into the step. Their climax comes quickly, Meelon's first and Vaughn's following.
Vaughn collapses onto Meelon, satisfied. After a pause, Meelon shifts from under Vaughn. Vaughn awakens with a start and looks at her. "What have I done? Oh, Meelon. That was... I never... how could I...?" Vaughn gets up and moves away. "I am so sorry. It was like... I have never felt like that."
"Michael. I don't know where you were, but that was wonderful." Meelon touches Vaughn's naked back and moves down to caress his rear. "That is the best I've had in a long time."
Vaughn turns to her, their bodies still damp from the exertion. He grabs her and pulls her toward him and kisses her again. "Michael, let's go upstairs this time."
~~ to be continued~~