Her eyes remained full of determination. She was blushing even harder than when I took her top off. I had a feeling that nobody outside of Monica knew about this.
Melody, this sweet girl just pour out her heart to me, while shirtless, on my bed. Before I could respond, she took another deep breath. Then, facing me, she spread her arms outstretched, and said, "Okay. Do whatever you need to." Her meager breasts popped forward.
I couldn't help myself. Even after telling me her deepest secret, her inexperience with sex was just too adorable. I started giggling.
Melody looked rightfully horrified, but before she could protest, and reached out and grabbed her arms just before her elbows. Gently, I pushed them back together and laid them down by her side. I reached up and cupped her cheek in my right hand as I leaned my head forward. I moved forward just enough that our noses briefly touched. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she gasped.
"You know," I told her, my voiced dropping down to a whisper, "I remember that I kissed you in a lot of places, except for one very important one." I licked my lips. Melody sucked in air so hard I thought she might pass out. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Somehow she managed to suck in even more air. Our lips barely contacted, but I could feel her warmth. I could taste her. She tasted like citrus fruit.
We broke apart after just a few seconds, when Melody finally exhaled, and proceeded to started almost heaving. I stayed near her face and nuzzled her nose with mine.
"I guess you can't say you haven't been kissed anymore."
