Melanie - Sex Stories

Melanie

I had been part of a weekend drama group for around 7 years, and in all my time there, I had had a lot of crushes on the girls there. I guess that's a given though, becoming an actor is the best way to meet women, because drama is a girly thing. But I did like girls, despite my hobby. But I never had anything more than friendship from them, especially the more attractive ones. I suppose that was because of the fact that I was short, slightly fat and a lot younger than most of the girls there. And it always pained me that the girl I liked at any given time was out blowing some other arsehole rather than being with me. Then there was Melanie. I had been in love with a girl called Lucy for about two years. She was fairly short, slim and absolutely gorgeous. She was exactly like me, she was introverted and geeky and enjoyed all the things I liked. But unlike me, she was always in relationships and never saw anything in me. No matter how many times my brother told me it was pointless to go after her, I didn't listen. Eventually, I told her how I felt, and let's just say 'she didn't feel the same way'. She then refused to talk to me for around two months. It was only at a party after those two months that we exchanged words. Two words to be exact. Pathetic. It was also at that party that I drank WAY too much and ended up almost puking in the garden of one of my friend's house. That's when Melanie came out. She was about a foot shorter than me, had sandy blonde hair, round full ...

... lips and her body was all curves. She came to comfort me when I was feeling sick, and in turn, confessed a lot of stuff to me, like her abusive ex and her depression. We had a connection, much closer than me and Lucy. After that party, we would chat on Facebook and talk about everything that was bothering us. I grew to like her, a lot. But this was one of those times when I knew it wouldn't work out, she was 18 and I was only 16. I was so hot for her it almost made me cry. My story begins on a rainy friday night in October. It was around 7:30pm, I was doing the usual thing, watching a movie, chatting with friends, planning to masturbate, the usual. That's when I got a phone call from Melanie. I picked up the phone and she spoke. 'Hey Archie. Are you busy tonight?' she said, sounding as if she had been crying. 'Uh, no. Why do you ask?' I replied. 'I just need to see you. Can you come over now?' she asked. 'Uh, sure. I'll be right over.' I immediately got my coat and shoes on and head out the door for the night, telling my parents I was going over to a friends house for the night and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night. I managed to catch a late bus to where Melanie lived and got to her house by about 8:00pm. I rung the doorbell and after a few moments, Melanie answered. 'Hi.' She was sniffling and had bright red eyes. It was now obvious that she had been crying. She was wearing a simple pink nighty and slippers. 'Are you okay?' I asked. 'Not great. Do you want to come in?' ...