I am the same way in relationships. I dated in high school and college and enjoyed myself a lot, but was careful to never get too attached to any one person. The old cliché about the typical male fear of commitment seems to apply to me.

My one room apartment, upstairs from a furniture store, is affordable and easy to maintain. I have a futon bed to sleep on, a stove, a refrigerator and a sink for the times that I don't eat out, and an old armchair that I found at a consignment shop. I spend a lot of time, when not working, frequenting a coffee house right across the street. A good jolt of java really puts me in the right frame of mind, and I have become sort of a regular at Joe's. The place is a popular hangout with the college crowd, and I have found myself getting to know quite a few of the intellectuals, artists, and musicians that show up for their daily dose of caffeine.

The type of woman that hangs out at Joe's tends to be the unkempt kind of female that never seems to be in the mood for too much male attention. I had made several attempts to connect with a few and at least get a phone number but I must not have been presenting my most attractive side, for none of the women went for the bait. Still, I kept my hopes up that someone would appear on the scene that could change things.

That person eventually did appear. Last Tuesday, I was stopping by Joe's in the morning for a donut and coffee before walking the five blocks further downtown to a paint store, where I needed to pick up a can of white latex paint to touch up my bathroom door. I had just left my tip on the counter when the door swung open and in from the sun came Melanie. She was wearing sunglasses that obscured her face, but I was not at all disappointed by the figure she wore underneath the shadow of her shades. Standing five feet, two inches tall in flats, Melanie cut a petite figure, but there was a chiseled look to her body which made me look twice. She was wearing a halter top and a pair of jeans that accentuated her subtle curves. We passed each other as she approached the counter and something made me take a detour to the restroom to check my reflection in the mirror before coming back out. She turned, coffee cup in hand, and met my smile with a smile of her own. Not knowing quite how to break the ice, I guessed, "You're a student here?"

She told me that yes she was and how did I know? Continuing before I could answer, she mentioned a communications major and graduation in May before I even had realized that we had sat down together. The conversation naturally turned to the social scene and she casually mentioned that she wasn't seeing anyone at the moment. Taking my time, I waited until she asked me if I was involved with anyone to reply that no, I was unattached. She took off her sunglasses and folded them in one hand while her other hand caressed her brown hair. Her blue eyes caught mine and I decided to take a chance.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" I asked. I am generally a person to put my impulses into words before acting on them, and I found myself really drawn to her quick smile and easy disposition.

"Well, no...I just turned twenty-two on Saturday and I still haven't celebrated it yet."

"How about I take you out to dinner at the grill tonight at eight, Melanie?" I asked gently.

"Sure, Harry, I'd like that." Melanie grinned. "I'll see you here at eight."

After we parted and I was so excited I could hardly remember walking to the paint store and back. My feet took me there ever distracting my mind from Melanie's sexy body and nice smile. I knew if I could get my hands on her, then she and I would discover just what we could do together. Was I ever right about that.

Later, I realized I needed to take a shower to wash the paint off my body. I had difficulty not masturbating while enjoying the hot, steamy water play over my body, images of Melanie dancing in my head. I focused on the evening before me. I decided to ask Melanie before buying her a birthday gift. Sometimes women don't like to be given gifts too soon in a relationship, as they feel it obligates them. I put on some comfortable clothes, got a beer from the fridge, and waited while reading my favorite automobile magazine. Eight o'clock arrived and Melanie and I met at Joe's. The grill was only four doors up the street, so we walked together as the light faded. We both ate well and drank a little too much before heading back toward Joe's.

Standing in the parking lot, I took in the sight of Melanie, with the moonlight playing against her, and I knew I had to make the next move.

"Melanie, I keep a small room right across the street and if you want we can go up and you can look around."

"You know, Harry, I think I'd like that a lot," Melanie answered shyly.

We took the stairs to the second floor, and I unlocked the door and swung it open to let her in. She gazed about the small but comfortable confines of my apartment, and, seeing the balcony, decided to step out. I joined her and we tilted our heads back to enjoy the stars. Her hand reached for mine and instantly I pulled her to me and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were wet as she searched mine with a tongue that seemed as curious as she was.

I pulled from her slightly and asked her, "Is there anything I can get you for your birthday, Melanie?"

"Oh, I think there is something you could give me," she hinted.

"Melanie, are you a virgin?" I asked.

Melanie smiled shyly, "Actually yes, I am."

"Do you want to do something about that?"

"Well, Harry, I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?"

Drawing her closer, I whispered, "You have an incredible body, Melanie. That body has been given to you for your pleasure, and I want to give you that pleasure."

Melanie's eyes widened. "Do you really mean that, Harry?"

"Sure I do, Melanie. Hold my hands and look at me. What we will be doing together takes a lot of trust, and you have to be sure you are ready for it."

In reply, she pulled me back into my apartment and down onto my futon bed. She covered my lips with her mouth and slowly sucked against them until I knew she was ready. I couldn't help thinking that this was the chance of a lifetime to help her learn the skills every woman should know.

Melanie was wearing a red vest, a black skirt to her knees, and black sandals. It was warm in my apartment and her face was flushed. She wore an expression of childlike wonder, her blue eyes seeming bigger than they really were. Her brown hair was pulled back with barrettes, so I suggested she let it down to let me see her. She took off the barrettes and her shimmering brown hair cascaded to her shoulders. She took off her sandals and stretched her feet out in front of her. Her toenails were pedicured and painted sparkly blue. I asked her to lie back and relax while I guided her in some massage.

Starting with her feet, I traced my fingers over her skin, past her ankles and up her firm legs. Reaching her dress, I lifted the hem and rubbed my hands further up her thighs until she sighed and squirmed. Spreading her legs, she murmured, "Yes, Harry." I reached her white cotton panties and felt her getting excited. My light touch seemed to be having a pleasurable effect on her.

I leaned over her and slowly unbuttoned her vest and opened it. Her chest arched and I slipped the vest down over her shoulders and off of her body. I could tell she was excited, because her nipples were turgid against the white, lacy bra. Her breasts were small, but firm. I lightly skimmed my fingertips across them as I traced lines from her neck, down over her shoulders, around the curve of her breasts and over her belly. My hands fell upon her dress and I unfastened the top of it. She lifted her rear and the soft fabric slid down her legs. I laid it on the floor next to her vest and sandals. Eyes closed, she stretched her compact little body and smiled languidly as she felt my hands on her.

I said nothing as I pulled a vial out of my pocket. The small bottle contained some essence of peppermint suspended in rare oil. Melanie's eyes lit up when she realized what I was planning and she helped the process along by undoing her bra and placing it with the rest of her clothes. Looking up at me shyly, she teased me by sliding her hand down into the crotch of her panties. When she brought her hand out again, her fingers were wet and glistening. She pulled the panties down, showing me a light tracing of brown pubic hair atop a mound that looked tasty enough to eat.

I had uncorked the bottle and poured some of the oil on my hands. The strong, pungent aroma of peppermint wafted upward in the heat. I laid my hands on Melanie's body and slowly began to grease her skin with the bracing oil. First, I coated her belly with the thick musk and then I rubbed it over her breasts. I paid special attention to massaging her nipples until they were bursting forth from her body and Melanie was moaning with pleasure.

I used both of my hands to caress each of Melanie's legs firmly up and down, then quietly I instructed her to turn over on her stomach. Her back muscles rippled and gleamed under my careful attention and at last I slid my hands over the cheeks of her bottom and between her legs.

Melanie was ready and she lifted her rear off of the bed to give me more room to maneuver. I spread her legs slightly, and, using only my fingertips, I rubbed over the thick mound of pubic hair about Melanie's crotch. Taking care to give her labia some stroking, I pulled my hands back and forth over the outside of her vagina. Spreading her pussy lips slightly, I rubbed the last of the oil into where her labia joined. Her clitoris rose to meet my touch as Melanie arched her back and began to pant.

I sat back on my haunches as Melanie turned over again. I began to take off my clothes, placing them in a neat pile just as she had. She had gotten half-way up and was pulling me toward her. Her eyes seemed to have lost focus. Her mouth met mine for a long moment, and we knelt on the bed, arms wrapped around each other, lips questing, chests heaving. My hands caressed her breasts and her buttocks, until I balanced myself and slowly laid her down. Her disheveled hair was partly in her eyes, but that didn't hide her view of my throbbing erection. I looked down at her lying beneath me, feeling glad we could share this gift together.

I lowered my head to kiss her and let it linger a bit as we began to melt toward each other, the peppermint oil arousing our lust even more. I was careful not to rush as I guided my penis in to her. It went in slowly. When she gasped and opened her mouth, I pulled it out again. Immediately, her eyes widened and she let out a throaty moan, "Do it again, Harry!" This time I let her have it. I shoved my penis in, all the way to the hilt, and it met no resistance. She seemed to instinctually know to wrap her legs around my waist, placing her in a much better position to receive the incredible pleasure she was obviously having.

I straightened my arms and plunged into her again and again. She drew me into her, her loins pulling at my loins, and I almost gave up all my restraint. I concentrated on moving slowly and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her excitement mounted and I knew she was close to orgasm. I slowed way down, and, slippery all over from the oil on both of our bodies, I thrust all the way into her and rocked her hips against mine. In this cradle, she received some pretty amazing stimulation. She began to thrust forward in abandon. Taking a breath, I pulled almost all the way out and then closed again. She shuddered and an ever expanding wail came from her lips as she kept rocking. I plunged again and I felt her pubic muscles close around my penis. She throbbed against me, her breathy cries filling my ears, as I slid my penis out and ejaculated my creamy come all across her belly.

Sweat was pouring off of both of us and we both relaxed, chests heaving, one of her legs over mine. We embraced and our bodies glowed, covered with the oil, sweat, and spunk that was smeared all over us. She nuzzled my lips with hers, and from deep within her, she let out a great sigh. "Oh, Harry, thank you!"

I caressed the top of her head while pulling her closer for a kiss. I remarked afterward, "I hope your birthday gift was good."

Melanie grinned. She looked at me under lowered eyelashes and whispered, "I've been waiting so long, Harry. I just knew someone like you would come along."

I snickered, "I guess that means you liked it."

Melanie nodded her head. "Harry, you're the greatest."

Melanie soon graduated and moved out of state. I haven't spoken to her since, but whenever I think of her I feel the warm glow that we shared that night. I write this on the eve of her birthday, hoping, that somewhere, she remembers me.

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