Chapter 7
Now that I had nothing to hold me back, I decided I would go ahead and pursue Melissa. When I took my chance and went in for a kiss, she stiffened up. I could tell something was wrong. But I pushed my luck and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Her scent was sweet. Her lips were soft and lush. Her tongue caressed mine for a few seconds before she pulled back, and I could feel her recoil slightly.
"Oh fuck," I stammered. I reddened with embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Uh, yeah, dude, that was..."
"Weird? I'm sorry."
"Well, not just that, it's just I didn't know you liked me like that?"
"Uh yeah, I do, well sorry, look, I think I fucked up. Can we, like, get a do-over?"
She looked puzzled. But there was a glint in her big eyes as she smiled widely, saying, "I was taken aback because I had no idea you liked me like that."
"What do you mean? Of course, I like you."
"Doesn't always seem that way, though."
I wasn't sure how to respond. But I knew exactly what she meant. I felt completely terrible. Because I had gone back and forth with my emotions and tried to follow what my aunt was saying, I did send mixed signals. My hesitancy, combined with my overall awkwardness, probably messing things up. Luckily, we were interrupted, and I thankfully exited the situation without wrecking it even more.
Later that week, there was a youth revival in one of the big churches in the nearby big town. So my uncle dragged a few youths along with us into the church van, and we drove an hour and a half to get there. The silver lining of that horrendous affair was that Melissa and I sat right next to each other in the van, directly behind my uncle, who was driving, and my Aunt Laura, who was in the front passenger seat. The van was large and held a good number of us.
Melissa was very playful with me. The proximity of being close excited us. Once the service was over, we stayed to eat and said hi to everyone. Melissa and I would try every chance we got to sneak away and just be silly. We joked around with other young folk and had a good time.
Once back in the van, she was very giddy and immediately held my hand. Even though it was very dark already, I was so scared that someone would notice. As if to raise the stakes, Melissa was very chatty with everyone in the van, never letting go of my hand and at times, squeezing very hard or playfully moving our hands across her thigh closer and closer to her crotch.
My aunt noticed, and she flashed a pretend look of disappointment before reaching towards her neck, smiling, and moaning slightly. That was all the permission I needed. I could tell Melissa was enjoying holding a conversation while squeezing my hand across her thigh closer and closer to her crotch. I slowly dragged her hand back towards me and rested it over my boner. She froze. I smiled at her. Her hand, which was frozen for a split second, began to feel around how hard and big my cock was. "Oh fuck," she mouthed before she went back to holding her conversation with her father, which for some reason, was about how much she enjoyed the church service. A damn lie.
As she continued talking, she began to rub my dick with her hand. She curled her fingers around my shaft and, with her thumb, began poking my cock hard. I thought she would stop there, but after a few seconds, with the utmost care, she slowly undid my button and zipper and reached through my boxer's short gap to pull out my rock-hard boner. The air in the van was cold. I took a deep breath as my cock was now exposed, but thankfully it was dark, so I didn't think it was apparent.
I noticed my aunt peeking before biting her lip and turning to face forward. With that, Melissa slowly teased my cock by squeezing slowly at the base before doing a long stroke. She stopped at the tip of my head and just held her fingers wrapped around it. "Yeah, Dad, I think even John over here enjoyed himself. Didn't you, Cuz?" She said with a bright smile.
"Oh.. yeah... it was good..." I managed to say in complete anxiety as to what was happening. But my instinct took over, and I very slightly lifted my hips up so my cock would get stroked by her hand. She smiled widely. She gripped harder and gave me a few quick tugs before she moved her hand away, giggling, "Yeah, tell us your favorite part, John; what did you like?"
"Uhmm, the preacher, he was pretty good. Once he got into a good rhythm, he just kept it going, really let us have it."
She laughed at this and said, "Yeah, he sure did. I guess that was a good thing." She began again slowly, stroking my hard cock up and down. I was so paranoid I looked around, but almost everyone else in the van had drifted off to sleep, and my uncle and Melissa kept chatting. Every once in a while, she would ask a question, trying to get me to talk. When she did, she would begin to stroke slightly faster. My pre-cum started to seep out of my cock, smearing all over her soft hands. "Yeah, I think John really liked this youth revival; we should definitely do this more."
My uncle, completely clueless, was pleased, "You see how the Lord works in mysterious ways, John. He is looking out for you."
"Yeah, it's great," I sighed. Trying to keep my composure. By this time, I had gotten very hard and hot. I was breathing heavily and trying my best to not cum. My cousin expertly would bring me to the edge and tease me, trying to tip me over just very slightly. At this point, I knew with such a build-up, the payload was going to be massive. I worried, 'Would it smell? Would they be able to hear it? Does the physical act of sperm exiting the cock make a sound?'
All of this swirled through my mind as my cousin scooted closer. I could feel her close proximity. She brought over her other hand to begin rubbing my balls as she jacked me off. Just as I felt like I was going to explode, she pulled her hands away and began to guide my hand to her stomach. She kept such a poker face even as my hand was pushed against her soft skin and slowly made its way up. In that instance, I was taken back to my first night with my aunt. My hand made it up to her breast, where she pushed her bra out of the way so I could feel her erect nipples poking out. Smaller than her mother, her tits were still big, nicely shaped, and so warm, so supple. She was pierced, and I felt the ball and studs I slowly started squeezing. "Stop," She mouthed in a very low deep breathy voice. After a few low moans, she shook herself and resumed the conversation with her dad.
I quietly whispered, "You need to stop. I'm going to cum, and it's going to be a fucking mess." Her face beamed at this, and she started stroking expertly. I winced and started tugging on her piercing.
"Yeah, all in all, I really liked it," she exclaimed, her voice slightly out of breath just a pitch higher. Making my aunt turn around and stare at us. I couldn't tell how much she could make it out in the dark, but I was sure she had a rough idea. She flashed a quick face of anger before quickly showing a smile, turning around, and putting her hand into her crotch.
This was too much. I coughed loudly, trying to mask my gasping as cum exploded. Melissa buried both hands over my cock, trying to contain as much as possible "Yo, what the fuck?!" she mouthed slowly.
"I warned you," I whispered as low as possible. I had strained so much from trying to cum that it felt like I had faded for a split second. My head felt light, and my body relaxed low into the seat. I was sweating.
Melissa grabbed a handkerchief from her purse and cleaned her hands as best she could. My cum was thick and sticky. She had edged me so long it was an impressive amount. My cum covered cock went back in my pants, and I did my best to as slowly as possible compose myself. When I was cleaned up. Melissa held my hand and was absolutely glowing the rest of the ride home.
