Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 06

"Favorite top three songs, go," Mel said.

"Fuck, I'm not much of a music guy. Why don't you go first?"

"I need to show you some real tunes then! Can't go wrong with MeatLoaf, but as for songs... 'Girls want to have fun', 'the Riddle' by Nik Kershaw and 'Running Up That Hill' by Kate Bush," she said, immediately. Mel had it down to a tee, it seemed.

"Kate Bush? Like that song from Stranger Things?"

"Yes, sir!"

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"Tell me about your own sisters. You had two right?"

"One is 9 years younger than me. So 12.. The other is 9 years older, at 30. I haven't really talked a whole lot to them after I left. I love my family, but I just needed the space, especially after mom."

"What happened to her?" Mel asked gently.

"I never told you? She left my dad for another woman. I haven't really spoken to her since," I said. I never really talked about my mother. It was weird. One day she was there, and the other she wasn't. Dad gave us the cliff notes and never spoke about it again. Dad has since then dedicated fully to raising my youngest sister. Jenna had already moved out to Seattle, and I was a teenager, so I guess it made sense."

I didn't mean to become somewhat emotional, I just never really talked about my family. It was a part of me that was literally thousands of miles away. Mel gave me a kind, sympathetic look before she pulled me into a warm hug, one that I guess I needed.

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"My favorite color? I guess blue, kinda like the sky. Kinda like your eyes," Mel explained, looking at me affectionately at the last part. It was cheesy, but it earned her a kiss regardless. Cheesy or not, it was nice to hear!

"Yours?"

"It used to be green, you know, because I like grass and all that. But after I saw you in that dress and with that lipstick at the pub, I think red has won out pretty good," I said.

"You want your lipstick to be red, then?" Mel said, cuddling up to my chest.

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"How about yours?" I asked. Mel looked at me, raising her eyebrows. "Do you have family? Any parents I need to meet?"

I meant it as a joke. Mel smiled, but laced with a hint of sorrow.

"Not really. I grew up an only child. Both my parents died before Hope was born. Mom was a hairdresser. I used to work a lot in her shop before I started studying physical therapy... Dad was a state trooper," Mel said, looking nostalgic as she thought back to the last time life was still good.

"What happened? If you don't mind," I asked softly.

"It was a drunk driver. Makes you wonder why I put up with David for so long..." Mel took a small break to cuddle up to me, finding comfort in my arms. "You know... I never really talked about them. My mother and father. David didn't really ever care. The kids asked when they were younger where they're grandparents were, if I had a mom and dad... That was so many years ago."

When I talked about my mother, I now understood why Mel was so understanding. While it was not the same, it was a shared sorrow that we both had. A hole that never was filled. To grow up as a young adult with the guiding hand of a parent. Even then, I at least had my dad. Mel had no one. No one but her daughters. And me.

We held each other tight, silently appreciating what we had, and what we had missed.

*

We talked about so much more. For forever, it seemed. Somewhere amidst our bed talk, we must've fallen asleep, because all of a sudden I woke up. Like last time I slept at Mel's, I just laid there, enjoying the bliss of this very comfortable bed. Of the new stage of our relationship. Of everything. Of life. Life was good. I don't think there was anything that could make me enjoy this warm sensation even more.

As it appeared, Mel would contest that. After a bit, I realized what had woken me up. I knew I had fallen asleep with my underwear back on, but now I could feel my bare cock exposed to the elements. My blanket had been pulled aside too. I could feel long soft fingers hold onto my cock with a firm grip, slowly stroking me.

I knew how expertly her hands were, so I decided to enjoy it. What a life, to wake up to one of Mel's handjobs. Now this was something to wake up to!

I then felt something wet sliding across my chest. It was Mel who was licking at my pecs. Circling my small cleft, up towards my neck, only to loop down my right pec. To my shock and delight, Mel swirled her tongue lightly around my nipple, before back up to the middle of my right chest. Then her lips locked onto my skin and drew intense pressure, sucking hard on my skin. I knew I was getting another hickey.

With my eyes closed, I couldn't help but groan in pleasure from feeling her lips locked so firmly against me. Mel didn't say anything. Instead, she started to kiss her way down to my abs, where she gave me another hickey halfway down. She then started to kiss her way down even further. I expected her to stop along the way and come back up, but she never did.

Instead, she did something I had never had the pleasure of before. Mel gave a few last kisses on my lower abs. Then instead of retreating back up, she released my cock from her hand, letting it rest against me, and instead gave the tip of my cock a big wet kiss. No one had ever kissed me down there before, or done anything along those lines, and I couldn't believe that the ever-loving Mel was now kissing her way down my shaft.

Midway down my shaft, she stopped kissing, instead ran her tongue firmly along the underside as she slid down to my balls. She pecked around them before running her tongue back up my length, applying hard pressure so that my foreskin dragged along too. It felt so good and I couldn't help but grunt in satisfaction, bucking my hips slightly.

Mel slid her tongue up and down my shaft a few times when she started kissing around my head, flicking her tongue out against it. Almost like she was making out with it. Mel then started applying suction onto the tip. Mel lifted her head up slightly, dragging my cock with her suction, angling it up slightly. Mel then descended down, engulfing my head into her mouth.

I let out a small cry at the wet, warm sensation around my cock. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. I had never felt such a gratifying feeling, having the love of my life pleasure me expertly like this. My heart thumped so hard it felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

Instead, I felt more of my cock enjoy the sensation of Mel's fantastic mouth. I could feel her moan on my cock, like she was savoring having me in her mouth. I guess it was almost like when I went down on her. I was in heaven whenever I did, and I couldn't get enough of it. I always wanted to savor her, and I guess Mel did the same now, starting to slowly move her head up and down, with light suction.

She wasn't going crazy, instead taking her time on making sure I felt the entire stroke of every descent, swirling her tongue firmly around my oh-so-sensitive head.

"F-fuuuck," I groaned under my breath, almost choking. The feeling was so intense, I almost couldn't bear it. And her slow agonizing pace added to the intense pleasure.

Mel responded by getting even further down on my cock, getting half of it into her mouth, and then started to bob up and down a tiny bit faster, increasing the suction, doubling down with the pressure from her tongue. It was certainly faster, but it was still slow. I couldn't help but start bucking my hips ever so slightly. I didn't want to, I wanted to feel all the pleasure she gave me, but it couldn't be helped. It was just too good!

"Mel, I'm— fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep it up like that," I groaned. To my great delight and ecstasy, Mel didn't respond by getting off. Instead, she continued at the same pace, only increasing the eager swirls of her tongue.

"Mel, that feels incredible... God, Mel, I'm going to cum, oh goddd! I'm cumming!" I groaned out loud as I felt it shoot out from my shaft and into her loving mouth.

I could feel her smile around my cock as I came hard across her tongue, filling her cheeks up wide. I knew I came much, and sure enough, cum started to trickle down my shaft. I was so sensitive I felt my whole body jolting violently with every spurt. It was so intense I almost felt like I was going to be sick.

"Fuuuuck," I panted as she didn't stop just because I had cum. That didn't deter her from keeping bobbing up and down until the last of my cum had been emptied out, and even then some more.

When the blasts of cum finally had stopped, she lifted her mouth off of me and I could distinctly hear her swallow hard several times. I couldn't believe it. Not only had she just given me the first and best blowjob ever, Mel even swallowed! And she didn't stop there. She got down and started to tickle around my balls with her tongue, getting all what had spilled down.

"Fuck, Mel, that was incredible. Fuck I love you so much," I exclaimed, exhausted from the hard orgasm. It was something I couldn't say enough, not for her. I opened my eyes and saw her pretty face smiling wickedly up at me.

"You welcome, my love. Anything for my man," she said. I still felt the aftershocks from her blowjob, still trembling. "Two firsts in less than 12 hours, huh, Bran?"

"Two?" I asked, not sure what she meant.

"You're the first one to make actual love to me," Mel said, still grinning widely at me. "And I'm guessing that was your first blowjob?"

I shakingly nodded, still being out of it. Mel giggled and jumped out of bed. She skipped over to the bathroom, almost dancing. What an awesome woman... How was I this lucky? I would have that question inscribed into my brain for the rest of my life.

*

I fell asleep shortly after, completely knocked out, but Mel eventually dragged me out of bed to have me join her on a morning jog. While I was supposed to rest this weekend, cardio was something I knew was important for fights. So I joined her. I didn't jog as fast as her, as I barely ever jogged. She had longer legs and better conditioning than me, so we had to take several breaks on our run.

What else, as we took our breaks, I couldn't help but see some of the looks from the neighbors. Who was this kid jogging next to Mel? They were used to Mel jogging, but not next to a young dude like myself. Mel didn't seem to care, so neither did I.

When we got back we ate breakfast, laughing heartily at the shocked neighbors. Especially a elderly couple down the road who had seemed to not approve all too much of a young jacked dude jogging next to a mature woman.

"I should have you work out shirtless on the front lawn," Mel joked. I shook my head.

"What's so funny?" a morning-grumpy Hope said, strolling into the kitchen, going about getting some cereal. Hope looked quite differently without the heavy make up. Though, her sleepy look did fit the whole angry-emo getup.

"Oh, nothing," Mel quipped. "Slept well?"

Hope shrugged. She certainly had not inherited Mel's upbeat mood in the morning. Well, she was a teenager after all.

"What you up to this fine Saturday, dear daughter?" Mel asked.

"You're in a great mood?" Hope said, eyeing her mother. She looked over at me and then back at her mother and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know, can't I just be in a good mood?" Mel said. She was in a very bubbly mood, maybe even more than usual. "It's a beautiful day."

Hope went over to the window and looked outside and shrugged.

"Maybe I'll sit outside for once," Hope muttered to no one in particular. She took the cereal with her and walked off.

"I was thinking, should I get that tattoo today?" I said abruptly. I knew it had been something we had talked about, but I actually found it to be something I really wanted to do. I had some money I had saved up for my car, but that car was now at the shop and was covered by insurance.

"That's an idea. I was thinking we might do some baking and cooking too," Mel said. I looked at her quizzically. "Ever since I heard you actually ate tuna with oats, I knew I had to teach you some cooking. But other than that, I didn't have anything else planned, but maybe we do now?"

I laughed at the outing of my cooking skills. It was true, those skills were lacking and absolutely abysmal.

"Hey, don't knock tuna and oats!" I exclaimed, feigning being offended.

"It makes me want to throw up," Mel laughed.

"I don't know about baking though," I said. I didn't want to shoot down her suggestion but, "I'm sore as hell, pardon my french. I don't know how effective I can knead."

"Well how about some shopping then we can see if we can't shove some buns into the oven at least, for later. If you're up for making buns," Mel said, coming up behind me, leaning her chin on my shoulder, looking at me. She really knew how to push my buttons.

"At least we can practice," she whispered sensually into my ear.

Normally mundane tasks such as shopping for groceries and other household tasks were boring shit I couldn't be fucked to do. But with Mel, I found that I actually kinda liked it. It gave our relationship normalcy that left me a satisfying feeling of having landed with both my feet.

Mel even asked if I wanted beer for dinner, and asked if there was something I needed. I politely declined, as I needed to get in shape for the fighting game.

We were on our way back from the grocery store when I sat looking out the window doing something stupid. With a few minutes of silence I started thinking. Sitting in the silence for a bit kinda sent my thoughts roaming. Drifting. To stupid places again. Back to the frustrations of being away from Mel for a week. But not only that. That acted more as a fuel to other stuff. Something was nagging on my conscience. It had been a weird week for me emotionally. And exhaustion didn't really give me any room to process any of it.

Thinking about the relationship between Mel and I... it still felt wrong to call what we were doing a relationship. As if it was nothing more than that, more than 'having relations'. Because it definitely was. But for some reason, especially having reasonably been away from her for an extended period of time, I was... worried. This week and a half had been an emotional rollercoaster.

Or maybe worried is the wrong word. I just had this irrational fear that I was just some fun for Mel, even if she told me the most important words in a loving relationship. Even with the things we said and with the things we've done. But what if? What if there was a chance this was nothing more than some fun, and I was just too young and naive to realize it? The boy that still was within me wanted to know, for sure, what our relationship was. To have the security of having it set in stone, so to speak.

If there ever was something as pathetic. Here I sat wondering where I was in the world, in terms of what I meant to Mel. It was stupid, but the lack of confirmation was something that started nagging on my insides as we were driving. Watching house on house fly past me as we started approaching home, I started to second guess myself. Everything had happened so fast with us, and I was dead afraid of it ending just as fast. I don't know if I could ever recover from the passion I felt for Mel, how much I was in love with her. A pit filled my stomach.

I just needed to know. For sure.

"What are we?" I asked, suddenly. We were driving the rental Mel had picked up yesterday, almost back to Mel's again. I knew I was being childish, stupid even.

Mel looked over at me curiously.

"What do you mean, babe?" Mel asked. Babe. She called me babe! Of course, how could I even question it? And of course, I didn't explain what I meant. I just had been deep in thought of what our relationship was. It might seem silly, but it felt kind of important to give it sort of an official title.

"Like. What is this... thing we got going on? You said earlier that I'm dating you. Did you mean that?" I asked, slowly in a low voice. I guess I kind of came off like an asshole.

Mel paused for a second, gauging the situation.

"Are we not dating?" Mel asked, trying to fish out what the deal was.

"I think we do, don't we? Like everything, we've done? We are dating, right?" I said, glancing over at her. I didn't dare look for too long, however, fixing my eyes down at the car floor. I really didn't want to come off as an asshole, but I wanted to know. I wanted it to be official. Some playground shit, I know, it was irrational.

But Mel seemed to get the hint of what I was getting at, even if I wasn't able to get it out properly. Maybe that is one of the reasons we clicked so well together. Not only did we connect on a bodily level, but we seemed to have a good understanding of what the other thought.

We pulled into the driveway. Mel turned off the engine and turned to me. I turned back, worried I was in trouble, like I always did. Mel looked deep into my eyes, studying me the only way she could. Her beauty seemed to always take me aback. Her blue eyes, brown neat hair, and freckles. Her nose, her lips.

"Why did I even ask?" I thought, but I know if I didn't, doubt would eat at me forever. Mel was the source of all my confidence. Without her, I would crumble, fall back into a gray life of existence. So here I sat, doubting what we had.

"Bran. Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Mel asked, almost in a high schoolish way, slightly mocking how I was acting. I deserve it. I knew it was dumb, but I really wanted it to be official.

"Yes, more than anything," I said hoarsely.

"Then that's it. We're dating. I'm your girlfriend and you're my boyfriend," Mel said and laid a kind hand on my shoulder, squeezing it with great sympathy. "Better?"

I was. A huge weight had been lifted. I nodded slowly, looking at my feet, unable to speak, worried my voice would give way. Mel gently stroked my cheek and then gently moved my face up so I looked back into her eyes. She still smiled. God, I could die for that smile.

"And don't you ever doubt it," Mel said with deep sincerity, but also with a hint of seriousness.

"Sorry, I'm being silly," I said. "Of course, I just... needed to know... you're the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, and I'm worried I'm not good enough. This last week, away from you... It was like I couldn't think about anything else... like I didn't know how to breathe properly. Even though every time we talked, I was at the happiest I ever been. Between those conversations... it felt like a great vacuum sucking me in."

Mel looked at me kindly, with deep compassion and care.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I understand. It was a hectic week, and I understand where you come from. I missed you too."

I tried to respond but Mel went on.

"But let me tell you something, Bran. I think you need to hear it. You're my number one, and there will never be no other. Believe in me. The way I look at you, the way you look at me. There is nothing else. I'll demonstrate my love to you over and over, as many times as necessary, and more than that," Mel said, holding eye contact. "I love you, Bran."

Mel saw how her words affected me, and pulled me into a deep, meaningful hug. I guess I got a lot of those lately. It was a part of the building blocks of any relationship, once could say. I buried my face into her neck, drawing her in as my breath trembled. All the worries of the world disappeared as she held me tightly, rubbing my back with her hands. Who was I to doubt what we had? It was a mistake I'd never make again. The care Mel showed me was so strong, her warmth and understanding was beyond anything I deserved. It was like a lid was put off a pressure cooker. Nothing could have made me feel any better about Mel and I.

In her arms, I silently promised myself that I was never going back to that place of doubt. The dread disappeared and instead, my whole body was bubbling with excited joy. Mel was my girlfriend! Girlfriend! My dedicated girl and I were her dedicated boyfriend. I wanted to scream in sheer happiness.