Chronicle - Mel and Chris Ch. 01

Chris raised a single eyebrow as he saw Mel wrap Teresa in a tight hug to have it returned and followed by a not very chaste full mouth kiss, Mel only fractionally taller. Chris had met Teresa and her twin brother Terence in a class during the winter of their freshman year and had quickly bonded as a study group that expanded into friendship.

Their Friday night group racquetball sessions had become a tradition that pulled in a rotating cast of other acquaintances and even Teresa's 'stealing' the cute and curvy redhead Samantha Taylor from him the previous fall had simply expanded the core trio into a quartet. It was his later relationship with the woman his friends dubbed 'Chaos' Kelly that almost did it in but her disappearance and his contrition had brought things back level. Even though Mel had only met the crew at racquetball not quite two weeks ago she'd seamlessly inserted herself into the now-quintet and Chris knew the three women had done some bonding out of his sight and the view made clear it was heartfelt.

"Hey, Teresa," said Chris as he hit the walk to the front porch, turned, the women followed and he felt Mel fish into his little pack to get the house key, "Terry coming?"

"Yeah," the sandy haired woman confirmed, "had a stop to make."

Mel skipped up the stairs onto the covered front porch of the old house, a few of the boards creaked ominously, the late summer sunset threw red hues across the sky. The top floor of the house extended to provide a roof over the porch and without a light on it darkened quickly.

"We'll eat out here," Chris set the pizza boxes on a small table on the porch, two chairs next to the table, "stuffy in the house. Couple more chairs just inside."

"I'll get us some waters," said Mel as she unlocked the door, "want one Teresa?"

"That'd be great," she followed Mel in and retrieved the chairs, her eyes and nose scrunched a bit as she scanned at the threadbare carpet, bits of peeling paint and other signs of a house well past its prime.

"Man," she said to Chris and pitched up her voice so Mel could hear as well as she added the chairs to the pair already at the table, "I bet you two can't wait to get out of this place."

They heard ice cubes tinkle and the faucet running, then Mel's clear voice.

"He's just lucky I already knew how good a fuck he was or I would've refused to set foot into this place that first night!"

The mixed look of embarrassment and pride that Chris managed was matched by Teresa's silent laugh and dancing eyes. Mel carried three glasses of ice water as Chris wrangled the paper plates and napkins from the Pie.

They noticed a small car slow and park in a spot in front of the neighboring house. Except for the glasses and unshaven stubble Terence Bingham was the spitting image of his sister, her hardly-there bust and hips barely differentiation from her brother. He walked behind his car to the short path and up the stairs onto the porch.

"Just in time, Terry," said Chris, along with Mel and Teresa seated and with an initial piece of pizza each, nods from the two women.

Terry reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"For the new house," he said as he handed them to Chris, "front and side doors and the garage side door. Our uncle will leave the garage door openers behind this weekend. If your demon wants a set you can get them made."

"If? No if about it," said the black-haired demon, "but speaking of demons."

She stopped and finished her slice while three sets of eyes looked at her.

"We were at the library Friday," she resumed as Chris nodded confirmation, "and I pulled up the news articles about the disappearance of those two students on the microfiche. That girl, the succubus, Carole, was really, really beautiful, in the news pictures. No wonder all of these computer science guys are still nuts about her and any time one of them like my adoring boyfriend gets a girlfriend like me who is 'too good to be true' we're a demon!"

"Um," Chris said, "you did say you were going to take me to North Dakota for Christmastime. In winter. If that isn't demonic, what is?"

That got light laughs all around.

"The article mentioned she and a friend delivered doughnuts to a whole room full of Comp Sci horn dogs, I guess that TA was telling the truth, four years later and they still drool about it. But what I mostly remembered, did you guys notice that park across the street from the corner?"

"Yeah," said Teresa, "Bonneville Glen, our uncle said they just finished it couple or three years ago, they'd take the kids walking there."

"Well," said Mel, "that's the same park that Peter and Carole, the disappeared couple, would go to, the news articles said they were going there that last day, according to his housemates."

"Shit," said Terry, Teresa's mouth stopped chewing, "for real?"

"What the papers said," said Chris, "they searched the park, not like they found their bodies there or anything. Never found bodies."

"Like they just flew away from there," Teresa said, the response sad laughter.

Chris noticed Mel stared toward the street, although there were no people or anything else of note, her face took on a soft expression then her eyes focused again and she looked at him with a piercing look. Then she echoed their soft laughter, whatever it was wasn't for sharing.

"On that note," said Teresa, seemingly missed the moment as she and her brother had their own silent exchange, "our uncle said everything will be done by Monday. We can start putting stuff there whenever after that. What's your guys plans?"

Chris was happy to have a more prosaic item to focus on.

"We've been collecting things," he said, "we can move lots of items over next week in my car. Just my desk, the bed, chests of drawers need a truck. I have a bunch of kitchen stuff in the basement, plates, pots, pans. Still boxed. Never opened it here. Sooner we get out of this place and into an air-conditioned respite the better."

"Similar here," Teresa said, "Sam comes back to town a week from Friday and if we get a truck we could share the labor on the Saturday? Put her right to work. Bobby's still out of town, his muscles would be welcome."

"Sounds good," said Chris as Mel nodded, "I'll call tomorrow, good chance I can get my uncle's pickup truck. Couple of trips might do it for all of us."

"Just one thing," Teresa huffed as she pointed at her brother, "lame-ass here is going to be gone, his little Pammy wants him to come to Seattle so he can go on a cruise through the San Juan Islands with her family."

"No problem," Mel chimed in, "he'll just volunteer for cleaning the bathrooms for the first few months!"

Outvoted 3-1, Terry accepted his fate. A few minutes later, he'd stood up.

"Good night, all. I promised I'd call 'Pammy' tonight about the trip. That, or stay here with you losers."

He departed to raspberries.

"I'll get us refills," Chris said as he collected the water glasses to nods, the gathering darkness on the porch caused his cock to twitch a bit as it recalled their exploits so far on this porch, his housemates all out of town until late in the month and the shadows made it hard to be seen from the street.

"Going to miss this porch?" he heard Teresa ask Mel as he also heard some chair shifting.

"One of the few things, and the view of his bedroom," she said back, "but since the housemates will be back in a couple of weeks it's not like we could keep fucking out here anyway."

"And, there's enough dry rot I can SEE," Chris said quickly from the kitchen, Teresa's reaction unseen, "who knows how much we can't see and if it'll fall down tomorrow!"

He heard 'yups' of agreement and as he came back out the door he set the glasses on the table next to Mel's running bra. He looked up and saw her topless, glanced at a smiling Teresa.

"Hey, you," said Mel as she shrugged her shoulders, "time for you to earn your keep."

He sat behind her and she jumped when his cold hands hit her, but quickly adapted as he began to massage her back and shoulders.

"Ah," she purred, "have you ever taken advantage of this one's second-best ability?"

"No," Teresa said with a laugh, "but Sam has told me I need to get him to teach me, I just don't measure up. For that. Just that. I think we'll definitely be needing his skills a week from Saturday."

"Oh, Teresa," said Chris as he worked down Mel's trapezius and she closed her eyes and purred, the other woman's expression soft but with heavy-lidded eyes, "do you know anyone with a good telescope? This one wants to take some pictures, we went up to the stargazing but it would be kind of dickish to hog one there."

"As a matter of fact," she answered, "one of our many cousins here in town, spoiled brat. He had some sort of fancy one but of course lost interest after one night. I'll ask if they still have it but probably wouldn't be an issue, especially since we'd keep it at our uncle's house. But I know they're out of town until Sunday night, I could get it next week?"

Chris said a quick "yup" then felt Mel's hand reach back and slide under his shorts to find his cock, confined as it was in his jock, as she expressed thanks and promised more.

"I'll leave you two," Teresa stood, took a swig of her water, "to your fun. G'night."

She stepped and leaned down as Mel opened her eyes and lifted her head and they kissed quickly, then she smiled broadly at Chris.

"G'night, Teresa," they said in unison as they watched the tall, slender woman step lightly down the stairs where she stopped.

"Hey," she turned and said, "I have a court tomorrow night, would just be you two and me and Terry for racquetball? Seven."

"We'll be there," said Mel in a slow drawl as Chris nodded, although how well she could see that would be in question but it wasn't important. They watched her walk to her motorcycle, pull on her jacket and helmet and ride off.

"I have fresh ice," Chris whispered into Mel's ear as she leaned back into him, satisfied with the progress of her massage, and used both hands to stroke his cock. He used his left hand to grab an ice cube and she shuddered as he began a spiral around her left tit, circled in to find her half-erect nipple with the cube, drew a gasp as she gripped his cock harder.

He shifted the cube to his right hand and gathered a new one with his left to allow him to work both of her large, firm breasts, high on her eighteen-year-old chest, her large nipples almost always somewhat erect and now drawn to extreme prominence. She shifted his jock around until she freed his cock for direct contact with her fingers, his breath began to follow hers in going fast and shallow.

Her eyes opened slightly as a car's headlights played across them from their right as it turned from the street into the driveway between their house and the apartment building next door, a shared parking area behind the house.

"Curtains are open upstairs," Chris whispered as she pressed her nipples against his icy fingers, "see if anyone wants a show?"

"No more of that soon," purred Mel as he kissed her neck to ear, "the new place is too nice a neighborhood, decent people, not scumbag students who like watching an innocent young couple who accidentally leave their bedroom curtains open..."

She stood up and pulled him along by his cock, she turned and put her arms around his neck and buried her tongue in his mouth, he felt her nipples press into his chest as his cock pushed against her groin. She took his hand and led him toward the door.

"Maybe someone will clean this up for us," she said as he pushed the front door closed behind them. As they walked he freed his hand and lifted his shirt off, dropped it on the floor, followed by their shorts and underwear and then their shoes in a trail leading to the stairs, his quivering cock standing straight. They kissed as their socked feet carried them up the stairs and into his bedroom, she turned to fully embrace him as he flicked on the room light, their open mouths pressed tightly and their tongues explored deeply.

He thought he heard a car door shut through the open windows in his room as they stood in front of the spread curtains in full embrace and kissed for a few moments, their hands explored each other's bodies. She broke this kiss, reached back to undo her ponytail and kissed down his neck then his chest, one hand behind his back and the other stroked his ready shaft. She lowered herself to her knees and kissed his throbbing cock head while she stroked it before she slowly pushed her mouth to engulf it almost entirely, then she backed off, repeated it three more times before she released it to look up at him.

"Audience?" she asked softly as he rubbed her shoulder but avoided blocking the view from outside.

"Yeah, people trying to stay in shadows," this caused her to swallow him quickly to draw a grunt. She slowed to suck him fully on each stroke, as he looked down and slowly pumped his hips in rhythm. She released him quickly and sucked in one of her fingers then reached around him to press it against his sphincter, then pushed it in as she swallowed his cock once again. She pressed against his prostate as she removed her mouth.

"Can you manage as good a facial as that night a while ago, right after I got here?"

"I'll try, just keep going."

She sucked him in again, her finger applied internal pressure as he pumped himself in sync with her sucking, his breathing sped up as his mouth opened to pant.

"Oh, shit," he said, "ahhh!"

She released him and closed her eyes and turned her face up as he grabbed his cock and delivered the final few strokes, her encouraging finger up his ass, his first shot alongside her nose, one eye and her forehead to once again contrast sharply in color with her black hair. One more spurt covered her cheek before she took his cock into her mouth. She pulled her finger out as she slowly sucked his shaft until the spasms stopped. He lifted her up to kiss deeply as they embraced tightly, they broke the kiss to touch foreheads and he felt the cum on her skin.

"Man," her contralto gone baritone, something that turned him on deeply, as she rubbed her crotch against his still hard cock, "that and it wants more."

She kissed him quickly.

"You know what's happening," she said and he smiled, tampons had appeared in the house and for that he was quite pleased at their need.

"You know I don't mind, we have towels. Like last night."

"Don't feel like it tonight," she said, "but you can owe me ice cream. It's been a while. My vibrator misses me."

At that his cock jerked to full attention. They kissed, then she stepped back and they walked to the bed, she opened the bookcase headboard and pulled out the vibrator 'Chaos' Kelly had left behind and Mel had fully claimed. She handed Chris the bottle of lube and got onto the bed on her hands and knees before she lowered her head onto piled pillows to fully expose her muscular but round and lovely ass. He followed on his knees behind her and heard the vibrator turn on and her soft 'aahhh' as it met her clit. He slowly lubed up her asshole with one then two fingers then slathered lube onto his rampant cock.

"Fuck my ass like you mean it," she said in a raspy baritone husk, the vibrator pushed her onward quickly, "and give me cash and I'll go to Shelley's alone since you're banned. I have more questions for Jes..."

She yelped at that as he pushed his full length solidly past her anal ring.

"Let's give 'em a show, my beautiful black-haired demon," he grunted, she pulled forward and jammed herself back onto his prick.

After that it was only the sounds of flesh colliding, the hum of the dutiful vibrator and the grunts and moans of two people who might've felt pride if they knew how disappointed the parking lot watchers would be when they learned the young couple no longer lived in the big, old, ugly house.

A Lesson in Pictures

Once again Chris's eye was drawn to the darkened auditorium as they walked through the Fine Arts building on their way to the photo lab, the door was always open but he'd never entered. He shrugged. In the Photo Lab they saw one darkroom had the 'Do Not Enter' sign on, the other had a piece of notebook paper taped on with 'I'm in the other room, go ahead and do your thing. I'll be here late, we'll talk. M.' He looked at Mel and shrugged and they went in as he pulled the roll of exposed film from his pack.

"Hit that switch," Chris directed as he scanned over the negatives, Mel flipped the 'Do Not Enter' switch to off, "we printing all of these again? When's Shelly going to send US some good pictures, huh?"

"She'll make some," said Mel as she reached around and cupped Chris's crotch, "when she's out here. With Frank."

"Um, okay," he said slowly, "that's a plan..."

A soft knock on the door, Chris said "we're fine, come on in."

The door opened and a very attractive thirtysomething brunette slid around the door, opened it only as far as necessary. She had her long, straight hair pulled into a loose ponytail, her shorts were a few inches longer than Mel's, not hard to do, her sleeveless button-down black blouse nicely fitted to a bust slightly smaller and definitely less well-displayed than Mel's deep scoop t-shirt. Her skin was a shade darker than both Mel and Chris and she smiled broadly, looked up at both of them to make up for the few inches less in height.

"You must be Mel," she said, the slightest accent in her English, as she extended a hand that the younger woman took, "he's mentioned you."

"Maria, right?" Mel asked, a nod to confirm. Chris was simply ignored.

"You're his muse, I see," Maria said as she leaned against both of them in the tight space and scanned a panel of negatives, "I was wondering what had gotten into him. Hasn't been around and suddenly boom."

That last had just a hint of a pout in it that Chris wasn't sure was an act.

"Just getting ready to print," Chris said as he brought up soft lighting with the negatives set, "you can critique."

"I'm sure the fault," said Maria as she slipped her arm into Mel's, who took it and leaned into the shorter woman, "is all the photographer, not the model. We'll be outside, she can tell me about this will-o-the-wisp you're after."

Chris watched them leave as he fed the first set of negatives into the printer. When he came out they stood side by side, Maria's right hand rested lightly on Mel's left arm, her left held a print, apparently one from the first set that Mel must've brought in her bag.

"That's a very impressive picture," Maria said in a slow, appreciative voice, both sets of eyes flashed up at him then back to the print, "he must've listened to me at least a bit!"

He stepped to Mel's side and saw it was the picture of Mel on the hood of the old mining truck, she squatted with her muscular, bare legs well exposed, her blue blouse opened and her nipples barely obscured, the camera angle hid the fact she had nothing on under her short, blue skirt that contrasted nicely with the rusted red mining equipment. He also noticed enough to know that Mel had brought the full set, so nothing he had would be unknown to Maria now. Her smile and slightly lidded eyes confirmed that. He'd taken a short while to adapt his sense of personal space to her more intimate, Latin American one, but it appeared Mel had no such problem.

When he'd first met Maria as instructor of an elective course on photography to upgrade his hobby he'd been struck by her dark beauty. The significant age gap hadn't been as important a factor as her wedding band, though, in any reticence he felt. Despite that, his further experiences with Sam and Kelly had caused him to reevaluate their meetings and he realized now she'd been strongly flirting with him, his naïveté hadn't allowed him to read it.