Chronicle - Mel and Chris Ch. 03

"Audience?" Her whisper.

"Still there."

"Anna's people are such horndogs," Mel said, "I'd drop my pants right now and let you fuck me, see if they'd stay. But we'd probably die of hypothermia."

She pulled back, their foreheads met.

"Let's get to your mom's place," Chris said, "I'll warm your ass up there."

They kissed one last time, separated, she pulled her gloves back on as they walked.

"I'll get the camera and scope," Chris said conversationally, "get the chairs?"

"Got 'em," Mel said in a similar tone, angled herself toward their visitor. Chris unhooked the camera from the scope, walked it to the Bronco, opened the back, put it into the box. He returned and did the same with the telescope, folded its tripod.

"Gone," Mel said as she stood with the folded chairs and blankets they'd had, "while you were putting the scope away."

"I'm guessing they know where we live," Chris said, "looks like something still by the oil rig, so guess they won't move."

"Can see headlights for miles 'round here," Mel said, her voice went husky, "trust me."

Chris laughed.

"You don't actually expect to see signs of their fleet, do you? Maybe you can get Dr. Floyd at Mallomar to try..."

"It'll be a neat picture, even if not," Mel shrugged, "but no, it's like one in a million to see. I'd bet they've thought of us backlighting them, so they'll arc out of line. It'll take longer but I'd guess an extra ten or twenty years won't bother them."

"Speaking of the way home, I have no doubt they know where mom lives too, may as well take the direct route for us," Mel continued as she put the chairs into the back of the Bronco and Chris closed the rear gate. They kissed quickly, walked to their respective doors, Chris pulled the keys out of his pocket. Mel was in the passenger seat when Chris stopped, his right leg all that was in the car.

"C'mon," Mel urged, "get the heater on."

"Deadman switch."

"Huh?"

"Peter and Carole. And a singed coke can. We need some sort of signal that'll release everything. Just in case... Remember Anita telling us that 'lawyer' came and took all of Peter and Carole's stuff, especially their papers and books?"

"Huh? Oh... shit," Mel said, silence for a heartbeat before she let out a mirthless laugh as Chris pulled himself into his seat, turned the key, "well. Except what he hid in his code."

"Yeah. Back in the summer, I asked Teresa if 'things gonna get weird?' Well, weird as fuck and looks like shit's getting real too."

"If you'd just taken me home and fucked my brains out," Mel said as Chris put the Blazer into gear and started off, "instead of showing off one of your overlooks, we'd have been clueless... But then, life would be so much less interesting!"

"Overlooks are my superpower! May you live in interesting times," Chris snorted, "wasn't meant as a blessing."

Mel chuckled and put her left hand over Chris's right hand on top of the stick shift.

Tutors

"The Old Pasta Factory," Chris said as they walked through the labyrinth of Streetcar Square the second Friday of the recently-started winter quarter at the Uni, "I haven't been there since I was twelve or thirteen."

"Special request," Mel said, "by our student for the night. She said she likes this place."

"No accounting for taste," Chris shrugged, "you're sure she wanted me to wear these leather jeans? Haven't worn them since Halloween."

"That's a shame," Mel said with a rasp, slipped her left arm through his right, her long, black coat swung, the six inch platform stilettos she'd worn at Halloween clicked, "feel free to wear them regularly. She wanted me to wear my Halloween heels too. Not snowing, so not a problem."

"Did she ask you to wear that dress too?"

"Nah, I only told her I'd be 'memorable.' And when I wore this in Escondido that restaurant was too dark, I didn't get quite the satisfaction I'd hoped."

"I do... But this is The Old Pasta Factory, I'm guessing people will faint here. At least you have clothes under that coat this time, I think Maria was quite happy you didn't when we got her at the airport last night."

"I enjoyed that ride, and the first one in December, she did too... I have a slip on under it, a sheer one, but it's there ... and stockings... and my coat," Mel squeezed his arm, "and my shoes. Nothing else, but, you don't have underwear on either."

Chris laughed at that. His pants were form-fitting but opaque. Mel's was form-fitting with the slightest flare from her hips to it's just below the knees length, a long slit on her left side ended only inches below her crotch and showed the top of her stocking and a garter strap with each step. So long as the light wasn't TOO bright it was just not quite translucent. Her coat was open, her nipples still recalled the chilled, winter air walking from the parking lot, her figure clearly displayed if not in full color. Chris had his sport jacket over a form fitting button-down shirt. They saw their goal as they turned right, another fifty feet or so. A couple of families sat in the overflow area outside.

"Do you have a 'Turnbull' party, Cheryl?" Mel read the name tag, asked the hostess with just that hint of Valley Scandinavian which she'd taken to immediately, years of immersion in the much stronger North Dakota version had given her the ear for it. The blonde woman smiled broadly, unlike the occasional hostess who reacted badly when Mel was in full flight.

"Um," the blonde's eyes looked at a sheet, her voice a mimic of the accent, "oh, yeah. Table for four, the rest of your party is already here."

Another blonde woman approached, an armful of menus.

"Bonnie," the second blonde smiled, "take 'em to eighteen."

"This way," she turned to lead them into the seating area.

"Four?" Chris asked softly.

Mel shrugged and shook her head a couple of degrees. They followed Bonnie who led them toward a table where two young women sat.

"That's Tracy, on our right," Mel said softly once they had a view, "other one, no idea."

The cute, slightly round-faced woman on the right was dark-haired, appeared to be not too tall and quite thin. Her hair was just over shoulder length and parted in the middle. Chris wasn't sure, but her left eye appeared slightly out of line with her right, her cheeks not quite symmetrical. Then he remembered. She'd been brutally beaten outside her dorm, but had fought back and the assailant had suffered a massive stroke. As they neared, he saw what he'd thought was mascara but he now saw was a slight discolouration around that eye. He smiled, he'd not suffered anywhere as terrible an event but assuming this made it that far, she could compare the still fine tracery on his chest.

Bonnie stopped at the table, smiled at Chris and Mel, two menus were already at the two free chairs.

"Thank you, Bonnie," Mel said, the blonde left.

The second woman already seated was slightly taller than Tracy, her hair was long and straight, it was that kind of brown that was a shade of red in the right light. Her face was a bit thinner than Tracy's, although her figure was more pronounced, her face was soft and lovely, her eyes a shade of grey. Both young women had dark blue scoop neck tops and push-up bras, Chris had become familiar with the effect since Mel wore only similar bras when she bothered. There, though, the comparisons ended. Despite the effort, Tracy's bust was still hardly there but it matched her thin frame. The other woman had considerably more, the visible cleavage and hair tone brought Sam to his mind, this woman's breasts close to Mel's in size but her height that of their redheaded friend.

"Hello, Tracy, this is Chris," Mel said as she slipped her coat off, both women's eyes scanned down, their eyes slightly wide, Tracy licked her bottom lip. Chris saw their eyes lock on his crotch, the outline of his cock clear, it started to react to make it even clearer. Tracy was first to look back up, slowly, nodded, Mel and Chris sat, the second woman followed Chris's crotch until it was out of sight.

"Hi, Mel, I'm really happy you both made it, this is my friend Dixie," the dark-haired woman put her right hand on the other's shoulder, it was matched by Dixie's left hand, "I told her my plans for the evening. She wanted in, I said sure. I hope that's ok?"

Mel reached her right hand across the table, it was met by Tracy's left.

"We're not ones to shirk a challenge," Mel told her, smiled broadly, both faces looked back and smiled.

"Is this really devil girl and leather boy?" Dixie asked slowly, to Chris's ear her voice a clean, firm alto, contrasted to Tracy's timbre just a bit above Mel's but clean and without that tremolo that had so caught Chris's ear that day in Mexico.

"Yup," said Tracy, "demons can hide their horns and tail when they don't want to scare the lame people who dine at places like this. And you saw his leather..."

"I did...," the response slow and breathy.

Mel grinned broadly and nodded slightly to confirm Tracy's story.

Despite Tracy being a year older than Dixie they'd been best friends since childhood, their families having always lived within a few houses of each other. The summer before Tracy's senior year of high school her parents had gotten their dream jobs a year early, her father as a staff geologist and her mother as curator at the museum and research center at the sprawling Dinosaur National Monument in the eastern part of the state, a couple of hours drive from the Valley in the southern foothills of the Uinta mountains. To avoid disruption Tracy stayed with Dixie's family for her senior year and much like she did now, saw her parents over the holidays and a few long weekends. Thus, her transition to the dorms at the Uni had been almost seamless.

And that transition had come with a bonus. Dixie's family was devout and Tracy's disdain for all things religious she'd inherited from her parents made for a few odd, uncomfortable moments. Fortunately Dixie's family shied away from more explicit proselytizing and so long as Tracy was respectful they left her to her own devices Sunday mornings and for other church events, moving into the dorms had freed her from that tension. Dixie's parents had sent her to the expensive, private Eastminster College a few miles from the Uni, thinking its founding by a religious order more amenable to their views than the much larger and more diverse student body of the sprawling public Uni. They'd somewhat spoiled their daughter, their only child, with a car and a cute, tiny apartment a block from her campus.

Dixie herself, as Chris and Mel learned, had her own ideas on things, something obvious from her presence with Tracy this evening.

Unlike with Mel and Shelly, Tracy and Dixie's relationship had never transitioned into a sexual one. As dinner and their conversations went on Chris noticed that Tracy's attention was shared equally between him and his demon-in-disguise, her horns and tail left behind for the meeting. Dixie's was laser-focused on him. Asha's motive to get Tracy 'experienced' via Chris and Mel had been founded on the fact that Tracy had no reluctance to be with a woman, she and Asha having had a couple of sweaty nights from what the crimson-haired woman had told Mel, so well suited to being the focus of a boy-girl couple. How this would go with Dixie was totally unknown.

The biggest surprise had been hearing about Dixie's run-in with Jed Miller, Tracy's assailant, a few months prior. Dixie had tried to 'break out' of her strict upbringing with a bit of 'rough trade,' but it had gone terribly, his inability to function sexually masked by rugged charm at first and terrible violence later, having raped the girl with a flashlight and leaving her bleeding on the side of a remote road. A passing couple had found her and that saved her but her parents had been livid not with Jed but with their daughter for having 'strayed.' She'd finally bought peace with her silence and avoidance of involvement of the police but it had made her determined to find sexual satisfaction, if very quietly, and move far away for work or grad school upon graduation. She'd lost her virginity her freshman year but beyond that, Jed's abuse and a couple of other quick and barely satisfying trysts meant she was hoping for something to match her dreams.

She also felt bad since it had been an early November chance encounter with Jed when she was with Tracy that had led to his obsession and pursuit of her best friend that culminated in Tracy's permanent scarring and his apparently permanent repose insensate in a bed and fed through a tube.

Chris mostly let Mel tell them about their own meeting, she left out few details about that first night as their time with Shelly was really the foundation of this encounter. The two young women had a few raised eyebrows moments, but Chris noticed plenty of times when they stared at Mel, their tongues licked their lips or teeth lightly chewed on them. They seemed to be enjoying this.

But their own surprise was after dinner, they all stood just outside the restaurant, logistics being discussed.

"Dixie will drive us to your place," Tracy had said, "I've been there. Halloween."

"You were there?" Mel asked and Chris couldn't find her in his memories either.

"Yeah, your costumes were too intimidating so the two guys I was with and me stayed inside, then we left with Asha and Aron. We didn't know anyone, your soccer teammate Reg had invited us, he'd a math major, he never showed!"

"Oh, yeah," Chris said, "he's a major flake..."

After a series of hugs and quick cheek kisses allowed the two girls to get their first feels of Chris and Mel's bodies, the two pairs headed in opposite directions for their respective cars.

"Think they'll show?" Chris asked softly after they were around the first corner.

"Fuck yeah... I'm a girl, remember," Mel chuckled, "they're gonna turn you inside out, boy!"

"Noticed any invisible soccer balls or black Suburbans trailing us lately?"

"No... and I've been looking," Mel said as slipped his arm around his, "maybe we'll keep the curtains closed this evening for the sake of our new friends."

The Lesson

A skirt and panty hose, black slacks, two panties, a pair of open toed three inch heels and a pair of flats were on the floor of Chris's room, alongside two dark blue scoop neck tops and matching blue push-up bras, one with more padding than cup and the other more balanced. Next to them was Mel's dress and slip, her garter belt, stockings and heels still on and her horns and tail restored in all their glory. Everyone's coat had been left downstairs. Teresa and Sam were out but had been warned 'company' was dropping by for when they saw the coats and Terry was away with Pam skiing all weekend.

The undressing had been done with much slow touching and kissing amongst all parties, but Mel had left the removal of Chris's clothing to their two 'students,' although she'd had to direct them to slow down, they both had wanted his cock freed sooner rather than later. Once the quivering, fully erect member had been freed she'd quickly demonstrated her slow deep throat technique to two wide-eyed stares, then challenged them to match it.

Both had managed no more than half, Dixie incrementally better, before she'd told them she'd show them more later.

Now, the two young women were on their backs on his bed, side by side with both sets of legs spread to allow Mel access to Tracy's cunt and Chris to Dixie's as they used their tongues, lips and fingers to slowly bring both women to a state of moaning anticipation. Chris and Mel hadn't spoken but they'd silently agreed he'd take Dixie for now, bring her along carefully since she seemed hesitant to be readily sexual with a woman.

Tracy had no such qualms and pumped her hips as Mel ate her and used one hand to hold and direct Mel's head.

After her experience with Asha Tracy had taken to closely trimming her bush but refused to shave it cleanly, by chance it matched Mel's in all but its slightly lighter color. Dixie had decided to try shaving herself totally like Tracy had told her Asha did. That had been new in Chris's experience, not even Chaos Kelly had shaved. She'd gotten him to start trimming his own pubic hair short, a habit reinforced since he'd been with Mel, who did likewise.

"Fucking hell," Dixie moaned as she pushed her hips at Chris, "make me cum! Oh, god! I've never felt anything like this!"

Tracy had cajoled her friend, on the grounds of fairness, to use her right hand to caress Tracy's much larger than expected nipple while she used her hand to likewise work one of Dixie's cute, pink buds. Seeing Dixie topless reminded Chris even more of Sam's round, full breasts and their small, pink nipples.

"Told ya," Tracy moaned out at her friend, "told ya how nice being eaten is! You've had some shit boyfriends..."

"Damned right about that," Mel said as she pulled her head back, her fingers continued to work Tracy inside of her pussy and her ass, the other hand on her cute and very erect clit, "this one is pretty good at it. Turf 'em out if they aren't!"

With that Dixie moaned, arched her back, her hand left Tracy's tit and joined her other one in grabbing Chris's head to hold his head still, he felt her spasms with his fingers, her wet slit moderately juicier. Mel smiled and pushed her mouth back onto Tracy's clit, the dark-haired girl joined her friend with her own climax. Chris and Mel kissed their way down two wet slits, then slowly removed their fingers and straightened their backs. The leaned in and traced their hands up two sweaty abdomens to cup breasts and tweak nipples. Both of their 'students' opened their eyes.

Mel and Chris smiled, leaned toward each other and kissed, visibly open mouthed but slow, tender, they tasted the other's victim's juices. They stood.

"C'mon you two," Mel directed, "give us some room on the bed, I'm going to show you what Tracy's going to get in a few minutes."

She prodded them to half sit at either edge of the bed and squirmed onto her back to lay between them, Chris walked to the foot of the bed, his cock tumescent, three sets of eyes on it as he turned to face them. He crawled onto the bed as Mel splayed her legs wide, her red and black demon's heels in the air, she quickly rubbed the tip of her devil's tail along Tracy's pussy and breasts.

"Hold this," she told the thin girl. Tracy obeyed, caressed her nipples with it.

Chris quickly licked from the bottom of Mel's slit to the top, sucked her attentive clit into his mouth and swirled around it with his tongue, she purred. He left that and kissed his way up her firm abs, found her large, erect nipples with his mouth, then rose to a ready position.

"Don't worry, Dixie," Mel said, having read the girl's face, "he'll have enough for every one of us. Not like those one and dones you've had! Now, you two, reach in and aim it, get it lined right up for us."

Tracy dropped the tail and moved first which got Dixie going, their hands found the prick and they rubbed it between Mel's lips as Chris pushed slowly, they nudged him and he stopped as the head entered her very hot, very wet opening.

"Ah, got it," she said, deep, slow, raspy, Chris's cock twitched, the two hands reluctantly moved, "now!"

Chris slammed himself fully into Mel's body, a liquid squelch as he bounced Mel's sweet ass on the bed, a 'shit' and a 'wha' on each side of them. He pulled out slowly and this time Mel threw herself at him just as he started, mutual 'oofs' as their pelvic bones met.

His mouth met Mel's as their crotches moved in perfect synchrony, a high speed collision repeated over and over.

"It's supposed to be...," Tracy said, her voice faraway, "like that?"