"Melons!!!"
I had no idea what her real name was -- she had borne her nickname proudly as long as I had known her - turning the torture of playground cruelty towards an early bloomer into a point of pride. Now twentysomething, her firm high round tits dominated her frame.
This time when I saw my son's full-figured platonic gal pal, there was no stuttering. Fucking a young woman's ass in your shower grants a certain degree of confidence. I was a bit surprised then, when she did not walk over when I opened my arms in the universal invitation to hug. Sure, being literally old enough to be her father might make that odd most of the year, but this was my son's annual December 23rd bash. As in past years, I was present to chaperone, and to hold everybody's car keys. Those who drank too much could sleep it off and I would let them drive only once I thought them sober enough. Mostly I had stayed upstairs in my lair or man cave, the suite containing my bedroom and sitting room in the converted attic. I had just come down to the kitchen to get more eggnog.
My first thought was that Melons, seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. That confused me, because she had been anything but shy that morning she had encountered me on the way to my shower.
Then I noticed two things - her eyes were glazed and unfocused, and she was planted directly beneath a sprig of mistletoe somebody had hung in the arch leading to the kitchen.
"So, are you gonna kiss me,or what?" she slurred, her lush lips spreading into a wide grin, opening her arms to match mine.
Kissing my son's friends was not something I ever did, at least not when anybody might see. Melons and I had certainly made an exception to that rule in my shower a few months ago. Nervously, I glanced around. The kitchen was empty. I could hear party-goers outside, despite the cold, and in the basement, but nobody was nearby. If anybody interrupted, I would blame it all on the mistletoe, saying I had not wanted to bring anybody bad luck this holiday season.
"How about kiss you first, and then see if 'or what' happens?" I joked, "since you are under the mistletoe and all."
Melons flashed me more of that saucy grin I had enjoyed so much on our prior encounter. At that time, I had assumed it was a one-off occasion, a happy coincidence. This party encounter was a pleasant surprise. I had relieved my hormonal buildups many mornings recalling how ardent this young woman had been that morning in my shower.
I felt the mistletoe grazing my hair as my arms slid easily inside hers, slipping along her flanks just above her ample hips. Melons was shorter than me so she had to rise up onto tiptoes to kiss me, her lush lips parting as I craned my neck down so that our mouths met. Her pillowy mouth was instantly familiar against mine. She did not hesitate to push her tongue past my teeth, and she did not yelp when I gave it a quick nibble.
She pressed her flesh against me. Her erect nipples were unmistakable against my chest. My hands reflexively dropped to cup her ass, squeezing her buttocks and compressing our flesh into a single tight mass. This was now way beyond a polite mistletoe kiss. If anybody came along, we would have awkward explaining to do, but I was way beyond caring.
"Mmmmmm...glad to know you're happy to see me," Melons vamped as she broke for air, her face still inches from mine, her arms crossed behind my neck, her pelvis grinding against my rapidly rising cock.
"It's been too long," I said without editing my thoughts.
"And it must have been hard too," Melons giggled in response, "because it still is."
I loved her girlish giggles.
"You know, this party blows," she said, which provoked another round of giggling. My shaft just got stiffer in response, leading to Melons grinding more against me.
"And not in the fun sense of blows," she elaborated. "All this kissing under the mistletoe crap just makes me incredibly horny - you know it doesn't take much to make ME horny - but all the guys just want to pound back beer. Aside from feeling up my tits, I haven't had any action, and until you came along I was afraid everybody would either pass out or have whiskey dick before I get laid."
Melons pouted dramatically. "It's nice that all the boys love my melons, and that the bitches are jealous, but a girl needs a little fucking now and then."
She giggled again. My cock almost burst out of my pants.
"And I don't mean tit fucking either. All the boys are so obsessed with my tits that they just want to stick their cock in between them. My poor little pussy doesn't get enough loving."
"You have such a sweet cunt," I replied, choosing the vulgar term to see how Melons responded.
She giggled. "And here I thought you just liked me for my ass."
"Your almost virgin ass." I used the phrase she had employed to describe her anus that morning in the shower.
That provoked even more giggles.
"A bit less virgin after you got through with it. But not much since," she replied, and then ended with a pout, and a little wiggle of that bodacious booty. My hands followed my eyes, and rubbed her curves.
I bit softly into her pendulous lower lip to chastise her. Melons liked that, pressing even more tightly against my body.
"And here I thought that was all in my imagination," recalling her parting instructions when last we had fucked.
"You have such a great imagination."
Melons was grinning under the mistletoe again. I kissed her button nose before speaking.
"I never did get to fuck your cunt," I recalled, "not even in my imagination."
She did not have to know how often I had imagined just that cunt fucking in the months since.
"That darn hot water tank would have sputtered its last," Melons giggled.
"Do you want to fuck my cunt?" She bit down hard on the 'want'.
Her mouth was still so close to my face that I felt like I was bathing in her words.
