Chapter 10

It had been another few days before Meg had regained her composure over the incident long enough to tell Serena.

"No way. That did not happen!" Serena gaped wide-eyed at Meg, and then quickly covered her mouth and looked side to side to see if anyone else in the cafeteria had heard her outburst. She leaned in closely and whispered hoarsely, "I thought you looked different after we left, but I thought it was just your run-of-the-mill after-massage glow, not a bat signal of post-orgasmic bliss!"

"Will you please be quiet?" Meg hushed, burying her face in her hands. She'd taken extra pains to make sure they sat at a table that was mostly vacant of any innocent bystanders who might overhear them, but that'd mean nothing if Serena kept shouting.

Serena beamed at Meg. "I'm just excited to hear that you're happy… and moving on." And truer words had never been spoken, she was actually close to bursting inside that her best friend hadn't even mentioned Maxfield in days. And Melvin? He was never on their radar because he was in a different homeroom class and Serena had all these lingering memories of how they were like in elementary school, but when she bumped into him earlier she'd be the first to admit that he'd become a total hottie!

"So what do you think is going to happen between the two of you know?" Serena pressed, taking a sip of Meg's apple juice uninvited. "Are you going to talk about it? Or will you have a series of increasingly scandalous massage rendezvous that insurance companies will refuse to cover?"

"To be honest, I really don't know. I don't know if I want anything serious, I wasn't hoping to be in a relationship for a really long time. And I don't even know what Melvin's situation is, whether he's looking for something serious either."

"Looks like you two have some things to discuss. But for what it's worth, I think you should definitely give Melvin a shot. He's book smart, just like you, so think of all the boring things you can talk about together!" Serena exclaimed, and truly believed that sounded like an ultra compelling reason.

Despite herself, Meg felt herself blush. This really wasn't like her. When she'd met Maxfield all she'd wanted was to literally jump his bones and happened to let the feelings develop later, but this was different. She'd known Melvin for a very long time and had known they had plenty in common, and then had been so caught off-guard by the way he could make her feel.

"But is this real? Or could it be that I'm just rebounding from 'him?'" Meg mumbled, stirring the apple juice with her straw. After all, she'd felt so strongly about Maxfield all this time, and those feelings would take time to truly disappear. Was it fair to Melvin to pursue him just for that reason?

"I don't know. But if this is what it takes for you to move on from that sleazebag, then I say go for it." Serena said, a little more seriously. "That sounds unkind, but I know that Melvin is a really good guy and you have some genuine interest in him. Time can only tell where this goes from there."

"Yeah, you're right." Meg sat back in her chair and pushed her half-finished bottle of juice over to Serena. "Thanks for hearing me out, but I've got to run to the library before class. I'll catch up with you later."

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Who would've thought that in this day and age the entire younger population would have completely neglected books?

There were a few students in the library, most of them using the computers, but he seemed to be the only one in the stacks. Even the librarians were click-clacking away at their desks, seemingly without a care in the world.

Maxfield skimmed through the aisle, leafing through the occasional philosophy book that looked largely untouched before he'd picked it up. He was preparing a unit on critical thinking and thought he'd get some material here.

He was caught off guard when he heard the sound of books falling not far away. Out of sheer curiosity, he poked his head around the corner to come across the heart-shaped ass of a female student bending over to pick them up.

He was about to turn away when she straightened and turned to put them back on the shelf—and he immediately recognized those long, bouncy curls. But of fucking course it was her. It was almost comical how she kept popping into his mind at the most inconvenient of times, and during the odd time that he wasn't thinking of her, she materialized in his life like a zit on prom night.

"Did you need any help?" He found himself saying after a moment's deliberation on whether to turn around and leave. Midway through his sentence she spun around to face him, looking slightly startled.

"Oh! Um… no, I think I'm good. Thanks." Meg replied coolly, even though her heart was pounding. She only prayed that color was not rising to her cheeks, even though she was starting to feel her collar heat up. Was this happening? Was he actually here? Of course they were bound to run into each other at school, but here in the library where literally no one went to?

Her eyes dropped to the books tucked neatly under his arm. "Interesting assortment you've got there." She said finally.

"I hope you mean it, because it's something that might be introduced in class sooner than you think." Max responded with a grin. "No, I've also found myself with a lot of free time lately. And that amount of time alone in self-reflection isn't good for any man."

The two fell silent for a moment, and Meg's eyes fell to the ground. Alone? So he wasn't seeing anyone else right now?

"I… I've been meaning to ask this for a while now. How have you been?" Maxfield asked.

"The same as everyone else, anxiously sending applications to universities." Meg turned back to the shelves too and scanned it until she located the book she wanted on the top shelf. Lifting herself up onto her tippy toes, she reached up to get it but found herself struggling.

Maxfield stepped towards her until they were about two inches away and reached up to grab the book for her. From where she was, she could almost feel the warmth emanating from his chest, and she could smell his cologne.

"What… what about you?" She asked finally when he handed the book to her, but he stayed in the same close proximity to her. What was she doing, anyway? She should probably just take the book and leave, right? That's what the past couple of weeks from hell had been for, right? Getting over this jerk?

"Just focusing on myself. Racing my car. Reading some books." His eyes met hers. "Ever since my relationship ended, I've found myself with a lot of spare time to think."

Meg felt her breath catch in her throat. She shouldn't be surprised, after all who would want to stay with a man after they'd found out he was cheating, but she couldn't help but feel mildly pleased that he was no longer with her. And that he was single… that he really wasn't seeing anybody.

"I should've said this a long time ago." He was still so close to her, they were almost touching. His gorgeous dark blue eyes stared intently into hers. "… But I'm sorry about what happened between us. I wish you all the best."

Then he moved away from her and out of sight.

Meg slumped back against the shelf, feeling visibly stunned.

What the hell was wrong with her? She really, really wanted him to kiss her.

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Meg tapped her pencil against the table, being able to concentrate on everything but math. To be perfectly honest, she didn't even need study group, because she was more than confident in her ability to crank out formula after formula robotically.

What she really wanted was to find out exactly what was going on between Melvin and her. After their little "encounter" at the massage parlour, he hadn't made any other moves on her. And she was dying to find out that she had feelings for anyone else besides her confused feelings toward Maxfield.

She stood up and stole a quick glance at the full length mirror of his closet door. Just anticipating this discussion was making her nervous.

"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting." Melvin opened the door and stepped in. his hair was still wet from the shower, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy grey sweatpants. In a word, he looked absolutely irresistible. "But there was no way I was going to subject you to my post-kendo practice smell, nobody deserves that. Hope you weren't too bored."

"Well, it was kind of boring." Meg joked, turning her head to catch his gaze as she twisted her long hair along the nape of her nape. "Listen, the real reason that I wanted to come over was… I wanted to talk to you… about the other day."

Melvin tossed the white towel onto the back of his chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning forward and resting his arms on his thighs. "Alright, sure."

Meg was quiet for a second, she had somewhat expected him to lead the discussion. "I just wasn't sure what any of this means." She said tentatively, probing him with her eyes.

"Well, what do you want it to mean?" Melvin asked, giving her the most adorable half-grin. "Do you want it to stop? Do you want for us to keep going? Do you just want to mess around?" He propped his chin up with one hand. "It's really up to you."

"I… I'm not sure. Listen, to be honest, I'm in a bit of a weird place with the person I was last involved with." Meg said, a little too quickly. "…But I'm also interested in seeing how this goes." She said, biting her lower lip and staring up at him.

"Then let's see how this goes." Melvin replied back with a smile. "I'll have to be honest with you, since you're being so honest with me. But I am seeing other girls. It's nothing serious, we're all just having fun. I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

Meg sat there, feeling a bit stunned. Honestly, she didn't know what to make of all this. She wasn't looking for a relationship, she was looking to get over Maxfield, but was being someone's booty call really the answer? Did she not just want to try to pursue a legitimate relationship with Melvin?

Or maybe they should just let it ride.

And at the thought of riding, her eyes met his, and then devilishly slid down his neck, down his neck, and down to the well-defined muscles underneath that thin shirt of his.

"Alright." She said, giving him a sly smile. "Now that I think about it, I think it's about time I return that favor for you." She stood up, walked over to him and straddled him on his spot on the bed.

Melvin grinned and let out an amused chuckle. This girl was just so goddamn sexy. She wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed her lips up against him, pushing him back gently onto the mattress. He stole a glance at his closet mirror, and felt himself harden immediately at the sight of her curved back, her short skirt hiked up revealing just that bit of ass.

Breaking apart, Meg helped pull Melvin's shirt up and over his head, and ran her fingernails gently down the length of his chest. His eyes ran down her neck, to her collarbone, to her dress shirt that had the first few buttons undone, leaning towards him.

Fuck, this was a sight to see.

Reaching up and grabbing a handful of her luscious hair, Melvin pulled her back into him. Their tongues danced and she began moving her hips up and down against him, the material of her thong and his sweatpants being all that separated her from him. Melvin sat up and gently unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her neck tenderly, as one hand reached behind and unclasped her bra.

It fell away to reveal those huge, milky white tits of hers. God, she was so hot. He'd been with many girls before, but he could honestly say that Meg's were the best and softest he'd ever touched. He took one into his mouth, running his tongue over her nipple and could feel the racing of his heart intensify when he heard her let out a moan.

Melvin put one hand behind her back and in one swift moment rolled over so that her back was flat against the mattress. With the other hand he reached under her underwear and slightly into her wet opening. When his fingers were lubricated, he spread apart her lips, and slid his fingers gently up and down her clit. His eyes probed hers with jarring intensity as he kept a close eye on her reaction.

She could have sworn to God, it only took about half a minute of that for her body to feel like it was about to explode. She felt a fire deep within her that she'd never felt before, and let out a cry as she felt herself climax, arching her back up against him.

She lay there for a second, stunned, looking up at his amused face when she felt a spark of indignation. Today was not supposed to be about getting her off again with his fucking magical fingers. This was supposed to be about her paying him back for a job well done the first time. Sitting up with a determined look in her eyes, she pushed him hard onto his back and slowly began pulling down his sweatpants.

His dick was long and hard, and she ran along the bottom to the top with her tongue, swirling it around the top before taking it into her mouth. She looked up at him with those sweet green eyes, but he could barely concentrate on them. He pulled his head back against the pillows, his eyes closed as he groaned, pushing his hands through her thick hair as she bobbed up and down against him.

Every so often she deep throated his cock and the feeling was so sensational his eyes would widen at her, before they closed again in bliss.

Meg paused, and shifted position, and when she started moving again his cock had slid gently and deeply into her. Holy fucking fuck, she was so fucking tight. Honestly Melvin felt like he could have come right there had she kept moving aggressively, but fortunately she didn't. He looked into her eyes, glazed over with pleasure, as she slowly eased her way up and down, and his eyes eventually trailed down to her breasts which bounced up and down with every movement.

"You like that?" she whispered softly. "You like your big hard dick inside of me?"

Then a devious smile crossed her face. "Are you going to make me your bitch, Melvin?"

A mischievous look crossed Melvin's face, and it was like a whole other character came over him. Without breaking contact, he gingerly shifted her so that her back was against the mattress, and one hand wrapped firmly around her neck. "I'll show you who's my bitch." He said gruffly, hoisting her hips up with his free hand as he began pounding into her.

Meg let out a cry of pleasure as he slid in and out of her, her breasts jiggling up and down temptingly.

This was so fucking fantastic. No worries of significant others, no worries about what this all meant, it was just so visceral. They were really without a care in the world. Just two people using their bodies to feel like they've never felt before. Meg dug her fingernails into his back and gasped when Melvin leaned forward and bit her neck.

Finally, Meg let out a cry and her toes curled, her body tensing and trembling, and that tremor was enough to send Melvin coming inside of her. His body slumped on top of her, and for a minute the two of them just lay there in breathless silence. Melvin hoisted himself back up onto his arm and gave her one more kiss. "That was fucking amazing."

"Yeah." She said between pants. "It was."