Her name was Melody, or Mel. Anyhow, everyone called her "Mel," and she hated it. Nothing she could do. She was petite, standing a full height of 5'2". Her auburn hair fell in gentle waves to her shoulders, and her pale face was freckled. Her father was Irish, her mother a many-generation American. Her 18th birthday had just passed, she had her driver's license and was excited to be without the limitations of not being a legal adult. It was mid-October at the time, and she was diving into her Senior year at Oakbrook High.
Kevin was her boyfriend of 2 years, and their anniversary was coming up. He was a month older than her, and had gotten his license a while ago. He was much taller than Mel, not saying much. His eyes were a gentle blue, and his brown hair was always falling in his face. Both of their parents were unfortunately conservative, so their only time to get intimate was in the car. Being a good boyfriend, Kevin took Mel out the day after her birthday. Her parents required her for dinner on the actual day.
Mel was eagerly waiting at her doorway. As usual, Kevin pulled up in his silver Honda precisely on time. She always appreciated his punctuality. He rang the door bell and she ran out with a quick goodbye to her parents. He took her hand as they walked casually to the car. In the car, he handed her a box with a big pink bow on it.
"For me?" She asked, smiling.
"Of course." He smiled back, pushing her to open it.
When she opened the box, she giggled. Inside was a very sexy set of lingerie.
"You always look lovely in blue." He whispered in her ear.
A few minutes later, they pulled up to the deserted park. Making sure no one else was around, they slipped into the back seat. She pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues met in the middle and danced around each other. Soon, Kevin moved down to her neck, her shoulder, and her stomach. Mel slipped her shirt off to reveal a lacy black bra, that was quickly removed. He sucked her nipple, biting gently with his teeth. She breathed heavily, and his hands moved downward. Her skirt came off, and then her stockings. He ran his fingers gently over clit, and leaned in for another kiss.
The windows of the car were steaming in the cool October air. Her hips bucked, making the car rock gently. As she felt herself tensing, ready to explode, she leaned over and said "your turn." Before he could react Mel pushed him backwards. The back seat of the car was unfortunately cramped. Her hands went down to his belt buckle. His manhood was already stiff when she took it in her hand. With a smooth movement, she took him in her mouth. He let out a groan of pleasure. She took all 8 inches in her mouth making him moan. She sucked slowly, watching his reaction.
Before too long, he gently pulled her into another kiss. His shirt was ripped off along with his jeans.
"Fuck me." She looked at him with her deep green eyes, inviting him to fill her waiting pussy.
He entered her slowly, making her moan softly. She was always tight, and it felt like their bodies were made for each other. He reached down to massage her breasts. Slowly picking up speed, they rocked the car.
"I'm coming!" She yelled.
Their lips met in passion, as he put in a final thrust. He felt himself explode within her. They slowly cooled off and put their clothes back on. Checking the time, she gasped. "I better get home, or my parents will think something has happened."
They hopped back into the front seat, and he dropped her off as if all they had done was take a romantic walk in the park. As she lay in bed, she touched herself as she thought of Kevin. Tomorrow, she had tutoring after school, so she wouldn't have time to be with Kevin until that evening. She sighed, she could wait.
School passed slowly, as usual. And after history, her last period class, she walked to Mr. Berne's room. He would coach her privately because her grades in math were horrible, and she wanted to get into a good college.
She knocked on the door, and heard a voice say "Come in!"
She entered the room, and sat down opposite John Berne. He got up and closed the door and turned the lock.
"Why..." She started.
"We don't want anyone interrupting." He smiled. "So, you want to better your grades? Yes?"
She nodded.
"What are you willing to do?"
"Anything," she said, "I want to go to a good school."
"Anything?" He raised his eyebrows. "Well then, let this first day be the day where you prove that you will do anything. Never speak of this."
She stared at him with horror. She hadn't meant absolutely anything, and now she was stuck. Everyone else would be gone from the school, so no one would come to her aid.
