MELISSA first 7 chapters

Prologue

Melissa lives in the Cotswolds with her mum and dad, Robert and Debbie in a small village called Hidcote in Bartim.  They run a small village pub called The Duck Pond surrounded by thatched cottages and the rolling countryside.  Fields of green can be seen for miles in any four directions dotted with sheep grazing on the lush grass in the valleys.  Ramblers come from miles to walk this area of natural beauty most known for its extensive hillsides or ‘Wolds’ and quiet river valleys where people come to fly fish for the elusive fresh water trout and red salmon.  Melissa used to stand and watch her dad fish for hours sat with her feet dangling in the crystal clear waters.  Sometimes the trout would come to the surface and suck on her toes.  Her dad always knew when that happened as she would be in hysterics as it tickled as they sucked on her dainty toes thinking they were food.
Ten years have passed; she’s eighteen now and no longer a child.  She sports an athletic but curvy figure and has long auburn flowing hair.  Her best friend Sandra sports a curvier figure with voluptuous breasts as her main feature which she is very proud of and admires them on a daily basis.  Her shimmering blonde hair flows down to the base of her spine.  She flicks it to the side, especially when she fancies someone; it’s the perfect excuse to get a conversation going.
They attend the local university about forty miles from their home town of Hidcote, ‘the village where time stood still’ as they call it as nothing ever changes apart from the faces that look back from windows as new residents move in and old ones move out.  In fact that was the only excitement in the village: the buzz of finding out who’s new in town and today is that day, the day an American erotic author rents a large mansion set in the Wolds.  He’s here on a vacation of sorts.  Having hit writer’s block, he thought the lush green grass, rolling hills and the sweet song of the skylark would revitalise him, giving him some fresh inspiration to get those creative juices flowing once again.  The Cotswolds won’t know what’s hit them!

CHAPTER ONE, GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS 

It’s a scorcher.  A gentle warm breeze blows through the trees.  Blue skies contrasted by the odd opaque cloud fill the blue void as Melissa and Sandra race through the Cotswolds snaking round the windy narrow country lanes, passing through lush countryside and effervescent waterfalls.
Anglers - lining the banks trying to catch the elusive and cunning fresh water trout - wolf-whistle as the girls drive by in their bright red open top sports car.  The girls toot their horn in response, waving as the country breeze blows through their hair.
    Melissa has just taken proud ownership of her little beauty: a gift from her partner, Mark who thinks an expensive gift makes up for his abusive behaviour.  She’s suffered at the hands of this tyrant who publically humiliates her in front of his friends, but when it comes to family that’s when the charade really starts.  To them they are the perfect couple in fact ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ is the phrase Melissa uses to describe him.  If only the family saw him for the bastard he really is but no, he’s clever and very manipulative.  Once their front door closes, her world ends and Mark reigns superior; bending and breaking her will, manipulating her every move to the point that she even has to ask to use the toilet.  The only rock she has to lean on, the only person who makes life bearable is her best mate Sandra who she has been friends with since school.  At one point they were a little more than friends, experimenting in their younger years.  

It’s the summer of 2004: the last day before the summer break when all this began.  Melissa and Sandra have been studying hard to finish their degrees all year and now it’s time to relax and let off some steam.  Melissa has always fancied the cock of the campus, Mark who’s a real hard-case and studies Criminology.  He stands a good six foot tall with jet black hair, a chiselled chin, glacier-blue eyes and he’s built like a brick shithouse.  If it reflects, he’s there checking his hair, adjusting every strand that has fallen out of place on his perfect hairdo.  Think ‘Ooh, look at me.  I’m so pretty’ and you’ll have a good visual image of him.  Sandra’s had the hots for his best friend Jason, who’s pretty much identical in looks and build; if you didn’t know them, you’d swear they were twins.
Melissa sits on the university’s front lawn; head phones on listening to some indie rock band blissfully unaware that Mark’s watching her.  Leant against the lamppost, he chuckles to himself as she sings along a little louder and more out of tune than she realises.  Mark decides he has heard enough and decides to put her out of her misery as people stand and stare at her singing the cats’ chorus. ‘Hey, Melissa, why would you want to ruin this beautiful sunshine?’ he says nudging her foot with his.
Startled, her eyes snap to his as she removes her earplugs.  His face is obscured at first from the blinding sun so she raises her hands to her eyes and looks through curtained fingers then realises who it is.  ‘Mark?  Hey sorry, I was miles away listening to this new indie band.  Have you been listening long?’ she enquires
Mark chuckles, ‘Well let’s put it this way; I’ve been here long enough to hear you murder the first verse and slaughter the chorus’.
‘Hey, cheeky, was it really that bad?’ she retorts chuckling.  Melissa really likes him and it shows in her stammered speech and blushing cheeks.  Her nerves are getting the better of her but she’s trying to hold it together as she never thought in a million years that he would give her the time of day; in fact this is the first time he has spoken to her all term.
‘Yes, but apart from the dreadful singing I’m here for another reason,’ he says, his biceps enlarging as he runs his fingers through his hair.  She watches him, imagining him topless with his ripped muscles bulging.  Mark nudges her foot again breaking her train of thought.  ‘Hey, are you listening? As I was saying, there is another reason I wanted to talk to you,’ he chuckles noticing her cheeks flush for the second time.
She smiles replying, ‘I’m so sorry, I was miles away.  What must you think of me?’  
‘Beautiful, springs to mind,’ he says bashfully.
She laughs, mocking him, ‘Yeah right; me beautiful?  You taking the piss or what?  Oh I get it, this is a setup!  Who put you up to it? How much do you stand to lose? Now do one before I forget I have manners!’ she retorts angrily. 
‘Whoa, easy girl, you have me all wrong.  If you’d just calm down and let me explain.  I was about to invite you and Sandra to a beach party this weekend.  What do you say?’
Melissa smiles blushing for the third time ‘Is this a wind up or are you for real? And why now? Why Sandra and me? You haven’t said two words to me all term and now you want me to go to a beach party with you.  You can understand my caution, can’t you?  The hottest boy on campus is asking me out!  Shit, did I really say that out loud?’
He chuckles shrugging his shoulders, ‘I’m afraid so. So you think I’m hot then do you?’ 
‘You're alright I suppose. Anyway, who else is going to this party?’ she asks quickly changing the subject.
‘Well, there’s me…and me…and me!  Come on Melissa, what’s it matter just as long as I’m there, right?’
She laughs watching as empty words fall from his lips; oh, how she longs to kiss them.  Mark nudges her, ‘You with me Melissa? Where do you keep wandering off to I wonder,’ he says smiling. 
‘Cocksure of yourself aren’t you?’ she replies bashfully.
‘Only when it comes to beautiful women,’ he retorts raising his arms to stretch.
She watches his six-pack extend like a concertina beneath his tight fitting shirt then return to six perfect lines as his arms lower.  Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sandra talking to some of her girlfriends and shouts her over to join them.  ‘Hey baby girl, how’s it going?’ she asks playfully. 
‘Ah you know; just hanging.  What’s with Pretty Boy?’ she asks with a suspicious tone.
  ‘Oh, him?  He’s just invited us to a beach party and you’re invited.  You up for it or what?’
‘Hmm, I don’t know; might be washing my hair that night,’ she says teasingly.
‘Aww, come on baby girl.  Jason's going – right, Mark?’
‘Oh, I do exist then.  Was beginning to think I was invisible and yes, Jason’s going and he’s looking forward to seeing you there, Sandra,’ he retorts winking.
Sandra smiles a cheesy grin, ‘Why didn’t you say that in the first place?  Of course I’ll be there,’ she replies flicking her long blonde hair.  Sandra’s what some might call a ditzy classic blonde but looks-wise she looks like she’s been hit with a shovel; or some might say – she looks as she’s fallen from the top of the ugly tree hitting every branch on the way down!  Her breasts were definitely her best asset.  Lads, when they spoke to her, always seemed fixated on them, locked to her middle region imagining putting their head between them and giving a little ‘brrrrr’ sound as they shook their heads.  Melissa thought she was amazing though and she always had her in stitches; her mouth-open-before-brain-engaged ways made for some classic one-liners.  Jason literally liked her for her personality. 
‘So, you up for a trip to the beach then, yeah?’ Mark enquires. 
Melissa looks to Sandra awaiting her answer.  ‘Yes, ok why not.  Should be a laugh if nothing else; you with me Melissa?’ Sandra asks. 
She smiles, ‘You try stopping me,’ she whispers in Sandra’s ear.

Mark tries to listen in on their conversation totally mishearing what she has said.  ‘Oh, you want to get on top of me?  Can’t wait!  Don’t forget your bikinis girls.  I’ll pick you up bright and early. 7:30am sharp; be ready or I’m leaving without you.  Laters girls!’ he says joining a group of his friends.
They both watch him walk into the distance admiring his swagger. ‘Did you hear what he said Melissa?’  She laughs, ‘He thought you said you want to get on top of him, how funny was that?  You’re well in there Melissa; he’s definitely got the hots for you.  Did you see the bulge in his pants while he was talking to you?’ she giggles as she continues to tease her friend. 
Melissa swoons replying, ‘No, to be honest I was looking further up at his those gorgeous blue eyes.  What I’d give to have a swim in those pools of blue, dreamy or what!’ she giggles.
Sandra tuts saying, ‘You’ve got it bad girl.  Anyway, being as we have to be up so early can I stay at yours?  I don’t want to miss my date with Jason!’ she says nudging her arm.
Melissa pauses before replying ‘Course you can baby girl but you’re going to have to top and tail because Mum’s decorating the spare room, is that ok?’
She giggles replying, ‘One condition, you keep your hands to yourself.  I know I’m irresistible!’ she jokes wobbling her breasts up and down. 
“Um, I think I can manage one night, just don’t shove your smelly feet in my face!” Melissa jokes. 
‘Right I’m off.  Need some shit from my locker; see you round yours about 8pm, yeah?’ Sandra says before heading off. 
Melissa says her goodbyes.  She lies back down on the grass and puts her earplugs in, closes her eyes and drifts off with the music and before she knows it, it’s getting on for seven o’clock.  ‘Shit, shit and double shit; where has the day gone?’ she thinks rushing home.  
She arrives home to a frosty reception.  ‘And what the fuck time do you call this? Sandra’s been here since half six, you finished at five, so where the fuck have you been? Your mum and I have been going out of our minds!  Not even a phone call Melissa, you know how your mum worries’ her dad says venting his frustration.
  Melissa is quite emotional and her eyes begin to well up, ‘Dad, I’m so sorry.  I had to stay behind and catch up at the library; call it last minute cramming before half term.  I’m sorry I didn’t ring you, I just lost track of time.  Am I forgiven?’ she says giving him a hug and throwing him her best puppy dog eyes look.
He grunts. ‘Huh, I suppose so.  A bit of consideration would not go amiss next time please.  Are you listening young lady?’ he shouts as they both run up the stairs to her bedroom.
Look what I’ve got; snuck it out from mum’s private stash; she won’t miss it, well I hope she won’t.  She’ll know I’ve taken it for sure,’ Sandra says handing her a bottle of cider.
Melissa bites the cap off and takes a swig; she coughs as the bubbles tickle her taste buds.
‘Easy girl, save some for me’, Sandra says snatching the bottle from her hand.
‘Ow, you bitch, you didn’t need to snatch!  Now look, you’ve broken my fucking nail, now kiss it better’ Melissa says jokingly holding her hand out.
Sandra stares at her hand before grabbing hold of it and thrusting her finger into her mouth, sucking wildly.  Melissa feels her inner juices erupt like a volcano cascading like a waterfall down her inner thigh, ‘What the fuck was that?’ 
‘Sorry Melissa - don’t know what came over me.  Here, have another drink,’ she says handing her the bottle. 

Melissa takes a large swig burping loudly on the dismount. ‘Put the TV on; music channel please’ she says taking another swig.
Sandra turns it on, ‘Ooh my favourite: I kissed a girl and I liked it.  The taste of your cherry chap-stick’ she sings loudly pretending her hand is a microphone and dancing around the room.
Melissa joins in with her own pretend microphone.  More drinks follow, more singing, more dancing then something happens that neither of them expected.  Melissa spins around drunkenly singing ‘I Kissed a Girl and I Liked it’ then trips over Sandra’s bag which has been placed strategically to create the illusion of dancing around a handbag in a nightclub.  She tumbles to the ground taking Sandra with her landing on top of her and their lips are just millimetres apart.  They lie there staring into each other eyes.  Melissa sings along, ‘I kissed a girl…’ but before she can finish, Sandra pulls her closer and kisses her.  
When their lips part, Sandra whispers, ‘…and I liked it’.
‘So did I,’ Melissa replies.  They both roll over shocked at this new revelation.  Up until this point kissing another woman had never even entered their minds.  ‘How come we liked it so much?’ Melissa asks voicing her confusion.
Sandra stumbles over her words. ‘…just so we’re on the same page, I liked it too.  Maybe we’re gay and didn’t even know it,’ she says making light of it.
Melissa pauses, ‘Can I ask you something Sandra?’
‘You know me Melissa. Ask away,’ she replies. 
‘Um, I was just wondering, when we kissed did you get a funny feeling down below or was that just me?’
Sandra giggles.  ‘Are you asking me if you turned me on? If so I guess you did.  My knickers are soaked so I hope that answers your question!’ she says pushing her hand down her knickers and withdrawing it revealing her fingers are wet and glistening in the light of the TV.
Melissa stares at her glistening fingers. ‘Can I ask you something else?’ 
‘What now?  Let me guess, you were going to ask if I thought about taking it further, yeah?’ 
‘Yeah, how did you know I was going to ask that then?’ she replies.
‘Well, it's obvious really.  I saw the way you looked at my fingers as I withdrew them from my pussy.’
‘Anything else you want to ask as we really should get some sleep don’t you think? Mark will be here at seven and I want to look my best for Jason,’ she continues.
  ‘Well there is one other thing I would like to know but I’m a bit embarrassed to ask,’ she says, her cheeks flushing. 
‘Jesus, you want to know if you’re gay or not, don’t you? Lie back and close your eyes.  I think I need another drink first though,’ she says finishing off the bottle.
Melissa lies back and hikes her knickers down; she closes her eyes and lies back waiting.  Unbeknown to Melissa, this isn’t Sandra’s first rodeo; she’s done this once before a few years ago when she was exploring adulthood with her then best friend.  She edges closer and Melissa gasps as she feels her warm breath traversing her inner thigh, moving slowly across her stomach then down her pelvis and finally resting - hovering over her clitoris.  ‘No, stop!’ she whispers just as Sandra’s tongue makes contact with her clit silencing her instantly and making her gasp.  Melissa is still a virgin and apart from the odd lad she has kissed, this is her first real sexual experience; she didn’t expect it to feel so good.  Sandra purses her lips around her clit and gently sucks.  She throws in the occasional nibble which drives Melissa wild, making her back arch quickly followed by loud breathless moans as Sandra’s tongue goes to work.  She flicks her tongue then licks using the full length of it pushing hard against her pussy; sliding her tongue gently over her clit, slowly in the first instance then rapidly as Melissa’s moans increase almost as if she’s licking to her momentum.  All of a sudden the moans stop replaced by total silence as creeks can be heard coming from the stairs.
‘Melissa! You awake?’
‘Yes Mum’.
‘Don’t go to sleep with the TV on will you love?’
‘No Mum, I won't.  I promise’.  
Sandra lies frozen with her tongue trained on Melissa’s clit ready to dismount should the bedroom door fly open.  Melissa gives the all clear as she hears the creaks ebbing away from her door.  She listens as they move across the landing, finally ending in her parents’ bedroom.  She tugs on Sandra’s hair.  ‘It’s all clear, please carry on’.
Sandra refuses shaking her head.  ‘This isn’t fair, why should you have all the fun?’
  Melissa sighs, ‘Fine, don’t do it then.  I’ll finish myself off,’ she retorts in frustration.
‘Don’t be like that!  Tell you what, why don’t we do each other?  But I swear if you ever tell anybody we did this, our friendship is over; do we have a deal?’
‘Fine, lay the fuck down before I change my mind and you better hurry up; my tongue gets tired licking a frickin’ ice cream so this should be interesting!’ Melissa says jokingly.  She turns her body around.  Her soaking wet pussy now dangles, hovering over Sandra’s mouth, her juices drip from her engorged vagina into Sandra’s open willing mouth.
Melissa places her tongue on Sandra’s clit and slowly moves it back and forth in a sweeping motion catching every part of her pussy.  Sandra arches her back pushing hard against Melissa’s face, her course pubic hairs chafe as she grinds harder.  She can feel it starting to burn; the faster and harder she grinds, the more it burns.  She starts to whimper small gasps as her orgasm approaches.  She buries her head deep into Melissa’s wet warm pussy licking wildly, her tongue a blur.  She inserts two fingers and thrusts them back and forth.  Juices let rip through the air on her withdrawal splashing her face.  Melissa moans, ‘Oh, oh, oh.  I’m cumming!’  
She feels her inners ignite as waves of pleasure explode like little bombs set to their own timers.  Each one explodes on cue with extreme precision.  Her legs shake uncontrollably quivering in spasms as the first bomb explodes sending shock waves to the next one which explodes firing waves of euphoria through her thighs, stomach and chest.  For that moment she’s blind and deaf; the only feeling that exists is pleasure; she is no longer flesh and bone as her whole body buzzes like a wildfire burning beyond her control.  Her clit becomes too sensitive to the touch so she pushes Sandra’s head away gently massaging her own clit as she regains feeling.  ‘Fuck me!  That was amazing!  Mark won’t know what’s hit him tomorrow.  I’m having him. If it feels like this with a man, I’m not waiting any longer!’ she states sighing, still simmering in ecstasy.
Melissa is met by silence.  She looks down to see Sandra snoring.  She thought when she moved her head it moved too easily; now she knows why.  She covers her up with a blanket, kisses her forehead saying, ‘Thanks, that was amazing; our little secret’.  That night she goes to sleep with a big grin on her face. 

CHAPTER TWO, A MID-SUMMERS DREAM

The next morning Melissa wakes feeling as though she’s on a ship as Sandra rocks her side to side saying, ‘Hey lover girl, time to wake up’.
‘What, what time is it? Let me go back to sleep please,’ she retorts pulling the duvet over her head.
Sandra rocks her again, ‘Come on you numpty.  Mark and Jason will be here in an hour so I thought I’d wake you early, you know, to make yourself beautiful and all that.  I know you’d want to look your best for Mark.  After all, you have fancied him for ages,’ she says still rocking her.
Melissa throws the duvet from her head, ‘Fine I’m up,’ she snaps stretching her arms and legs and yawning loudly.  She opens her eyes just catching a glimpse of Sandra disappearing behind the bathroom door which infuriates her.  ‘Really! You've got to be kidding me!  My fucking house and you’re hogging the bathroom first, what the fuck!  Did I do this when I stayed at yours?’ she enquires angrily.
Sandra opens the door ajar replying, ‘Sorry, just thought I’d let you chill for a minute whilst you woke up properly.  You can have it if it means that much to you,’ she retorts.  Melissa lets out a deep sigh which makes her yawn once again nearly swallowing her room.  Then she replies, ‘Nah, you’re alright.  It’s just me being a bitch.  I feel like shit this morning; did we really have that much to drink last night? My head’s hammering and it feels like I have a woodpecker attached to the side of my head!’
Sandra giggles, ‘I feel fine you lightweight.  Can you remember anything from last night?’ she shouts from beyond the bathroom door
Melissa puts her finger in her mouth and removes a blonde coarse hair about an inch long.  ‘Oh shit, that really happened then?  Thought I’d dreamt that,’ she whispers to herself feeling a little ashamed.
Again the same question is aired.  ‘Can you remember anything from last night?’
She swallows before replying, ‘Bits and bobs.  Why should I remember something more significant?’
Sandra opens the door with a towel wrapped round her head, her arms crossed and tapping her foot, ‘Really girl, rug-munching not mean anything to you?’ she asks smiling.
Melissa stares with a confused glare.  ‘Rug-muncher - what the fuck is that all about?  Do you expect me to believe I ate my bedroom rug? I’m naïve Sandra but not that naïve,’ she says giggling.
‘You’re fucking with me right?’
She smiles replying, ‘Of course I’m fucking with you; but when I woke this morning I thought I had dreamt it’.
Sandra giggles.  ‘So when did you realise it actually happened for real then?’
‘Hmm let me see.  I wonder if it was when I pulled an inch long pubic hair from my teeth. You know, those blonde fuckers are overdue a trim!  Have you heard of a bikini line?’
‘Ha, ha, very funny.  You mean like this?’ she asks flashing her pussy which is now neatly trimmed.
Melissa laughs.  ‘Is that what I think it is? OMG, you seriously have got it bad for Jason, doing that for him!  Really Sandra, what are you like?’ 
She scowls tapping her foot replying, ‘Hey, it’s rude to fucking mock.  Took me all of ten minutes to create this work of art you know.  Why don’t you do something special for Mark?’ she suggests pretending to shave her pussy. 

‘Oi numpty, I was joking.  You do what you like but if that’s a love heart then mine’s Cupid!’ 
‘Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t say that.  You know art isn’t my strong point but these bad boys are,’ Sandra giggles smacking her in the face with her large breasts.
‘Get away with ya, and fetch me a razor.  I’ll tidy it up for you so don’t say I never do anything for you’.
Sandra disappears into the bathroom emerging a few seconds later brandishing a razor.  ‘Here you go and be bloody careful.  I don’t want any blood stains down there, well, not yet anyway!’ she giggles as Melissa gets to work creating the perfect love heart.
Melissa carefully shaves the outline of her heart.  If it goes tits up between them she will have the perfect solution because if Sandra lies down and you look up from her feet it will look like her heart was broken. She finishes off, placing the razor on the bedside drawers.  ‘All done.  Now that’s what I call a work of art if I do say so myself’. 
Sandra scurries off into the bathroom to gaze on her new improved work of art, emerging a few minutes later with a wide grin.  ‘That’s incredible! Wish I was artistic like you.  Are you sure you don’t want to do something for Mark?  The clock’s ticking - tick tock’.
‘No, you’re alright.  Mark takes me as he finds me or he can fuck right off!  Mum always said, ‘If they’re worth anything they will take you as you are.  Don’t ever let anybody change you, because you’re what makes you, you’.  I stick by that!’
‘Fine; suit yourself then.  Looks like I’ll be having all the fun then.  Watch out Jason here I come; you won’t know what’s hit you boy!’ she giggles, wobbling her huge breasts up and down and licking her nipples. 
‘Really!  Do you have to?  Just think in a few hours that could be Jason’s tongue flicking those nips,’ Melissa replies sliding out of bed.
‘Think you mean something that rhymes with nips,’ Sandra replies giggling.  She sits beside Melissa on the bed and puts her arm around her pulling her to within earshot and whispers, ‘Just imagine, in a few hours Mark’s tongue could be lapping away, flicking that clit and sucking those tits’.  She then slides her wet tongue in Melissa’s ear and wiggles it.
Melissa recoils sharply, ‘You dirty bitch, what did you do that for?’
‘Just getting you wet,’ she giggles. 
Melissa frowns.  ‘For fuck’s sake, how much saliva did you put in there?’ she asks in disgust pulling a slimy finger out of her ear. 
‘Ha, ha you know me; like to keep it moist at all times,’ she retorts giggling. 
‘Eurgh, you’re disgusting!  Does sex ever leave that mind of yours?’ 
‘Yep, when I’m horizontal.  Sleeping, that is!’ she winks. 
Melissa laughs replying, ‘I bet even in your sleep your mind is a house of ill repute’.
‘Ha, ha I do wake a little soggy down below so maybe you’re right.  It’s because I’m not getting any; it’s been about three months now.  Jason will have to blow the cobwebs off and prise me open!  He’ll think it’s mummified itself, it’s not been used for so long!’ she jokes.
Melissa smiles and goes along with the joke pretending to laugh but on the inside she feels envious of her.  Even though her mum has told her to wait until she marries a nice man that will look after her and devote himself solely to her before being deflowered, her thighs ache at the thought of Mark’s tongue as she remembers what Sandra had said to her.  Mark’s tongue flicking her clit and sucking her nipples; the thought has her gushing in seconds.  She launches from the bed and runs for the bathroom locking the door behind her.  
‘You ok in there?’ a puzzled Sandra enquires knocking on the door.

‘Yes, I’m fine.  I’ll be out in a minute,’ she replies rubbing her clit.  Her free hand caresses her breasts as she tweaks the nipples between thumb and forefinger.  She moans ‘oh, oh’, trying to do it quietly.
A light tap on the door breaks her concentration.  ‘I’m going to have to start over from scratch now!’ she says to herself as she opens the door ajar.
‘What do you want?’ she snaps embarrassed.
Sandra looks at her flushed cheeks and giggles chanting, ‘I know what you’re doing; I know what you’re doing!’
‘Really?  Are you eight or eighteen?’ she snaps then closes the door.
Sandra laughs.  ‘Just hurry the fuck up; the boys will be here soon.  Do you need a hand in there or a tongue maybe?’ she jokes.
The bathroom door flies open bouncing back off the door frame. ‘What happened last night was a one off.  It stays between us, you keep your fucking mouth shut and if I ever find out you have told anybody, we’re done.  Got it?’ she retorts angrily pursing her lips. 
Sandra throws her hands up in defence replying, ‘Easy girl, chill!  Just fucking with you; I said I wouldn’t say anything and I won’t.  I promised didn’t I?’
‘You better not Sandra; I swear to God I would beat you within an inch of your life.  It never should’ve happened,’ she states overcome with embarrassment. 
‘Fine, I heard you.  Message received loud and clear.  Now get dressed or we’re going to be late for the boys,’ she shouts feeling like a kid that has just been scolded by its mum.  
Melissa opts for a polka dot bikini covered with denim shorts and a tee-shirt with the logo ‘For a Good Time Look Here’ with an arrow pointing between her legs.  Make-up on, hair done and just in time as they hear the sound of a car horn from outside the bedroom window.  Melissa races to the window and flings open the curtains.  She opens the window and shouts, ‘We’ll be there in a minute Mark!  We’re not quite ready yet.’ 
‘You look good to me,’ he replies, his face beaming as he stares up at her window.
She smiles, replying ‘Down boy’.
Mark chuckles and Jason joins in; both are donned with knee-length shorts, tight vests and pumps to finish their ensemble.  ‘You going to tap that bitch or what, Mark? Tonight is your night bro,’ he sings jokingly.  
‘Might do, might not.  Think she’s the big ‘V’ to be honest so I’m not getting my hopes up,’ he replies.
‘Well suit yourself my friend.  I’m definitely tapping Sandra’s ass; I know that for a fact!  She’s not shy as she gave my mate a blow job in the lads’ toilets at college.  Swallows by all accounts as well,’ he states nudging his arm and winking cheekily.
Mark laughs replying, ‘Careful, you shouldn’t listen to hearsay.  I mean, how do you know that when he said she swallows, he didn’t mean swallowed his dick after biting it off!  Now that’s given you pause for thought hasn’t it?’  His face doesn’t falter even though there is a belly laugh fighting to get out.  He holds it back and keeps a straight face thus giving the illusion that he’s being serious.  Just then the front door slams as two glamour models start their catwalk sashay towards the car swaying their hips side to side with little handbags on their arms.  Mark’s eyes take in Melissa’s tight body and he loves that the clothes she’s wearing accentuate every curve.
‘Close your mouth, Mark.  It’s embarrassing.  Remember, act cool not the fool,’ Jason whispers knocking his friend’s jaw back up.
‘I’m cool, cool not a fool,’ he replies straightening his vest and pulling it down to make it look even tighter so his muscles show more.
Both girls jump in the back of his jet black four by four.  Sandra shouts, ‘Are you ready to party then?’ whilst wrapping her arms around Jason’s neck and giving him a cheeky peck on the cheek.  Jason turns to Mark putting both his thumbs up. 

Mark laughs as he shakes his head and whispers, ‘Looks like you’re in there mate’. 
‘Tonight’s my night bro,’ Jason sings in a low murmur.
The beach is about a forty minute run through some beautiful countryside.  Melissa looks out of the window gazing at the beautiful jade blue sky, letting the breeze caress her hair as the wind plays with it running its breezy fingers through her auburn locks.  Her eyes start to close as day becomes night and the dark void called dreams takes her on a journey of discovery as she imagines her first time with Mark.  She sets the scene: pale moonlight sets the backdrop; crystal clear waters and golden sands with swaying palm trees that drop their fruits exploding into a shower of milky rain as they crack open.  Dolphins splash an acrobatic dance as they freefall into the water.  It seems so real that she can almost feel the warm breeze nuzzle her skin.  Grains of golden sand slip between her toes as they walk hand in hand along the beach and the waves crash to the shore coming to rest just short of their feet, lapping at their toes.  The sand beneath their feet, now moist, pulls from beneath them as the current pulls them to the water’s edge.  She turns to Mark looking into his baby blues and says ‘This is perfect.  Take me now’.
All of a sudden the waves rise to thirty feet high and roll to the shore.  White horses sit in the crests powering it forward with tremendous momentum, crashing to the shoreline knocking Mark and Melissa off their feet.  In desperation they hold hands as the wave’s icy grip grabs their ankles dragging them into the warm Mediterranean waters.  They both claw at the sand digging their fingers deep into it trying to get a foothold but the current is just too strong and they’re pulled into the crystal clear waters, further and further out into the ocean.
Water begins to fill their lungs as they fight for air. ‘Stay with me.  Focus on my eyes; let the water in gradually; don’t fight it.  Trust me, we’ll get through this,’ he says as he takes his last breath and begins to sink.  He watches as the moonlight fades and he sinks deeper and deeper dragging Melissa down with him until the moonlight is no more.  They sink deeper and deeper and the water becomes darker and darker until with a thud they hit the bottom.  
Mark’s eyes open on impact.  He grabs his throat gasping for air; light surrounds his body as brightly coloured jellyfish light the dark void.  A sense of calm washes over him as he releases his throat realising he can breathe as if on land.  He shakes Melissa gently; he watches as her eyes slowly open.  
She panics thrashing around gasping for air.  He tries to restrain her but she kicks out keeping him at bay.  Jellyfish surround her, flashing multitudes of colour which seem to calm her and then she realises that she can breathe.  She swims to Mark wrapping her legs and arms around him and kisses him passionately.  Bubbles stream upwards to the surface reminding her of the shell in her fish tank that would open and let streams of bubbles out and they would race each other to the surface before dissipating.  As she kisses him she feels her insides come to life; every nerve-ending tingles as goose-bumps form on the surface of her skin.  For the first time she feels truly alive.  As they kiss she can feel the endorphins exploding and racing around her body attacking all her sensitive nerves.  Her nipples double in size protruding through her soaking blouse.  
He notices them sliding his hand under her blouse until his fingers catch the tip of her nipple.  Gently he takes them between his thumb and forefinger watching as her body rises slightly as she gives out a little more pressure which makes her let out another shallow breath; larger bubbles follow the smaller ones and she can feel her juices running down the inside of her leg.  
‘God what’s happening?  I’ve never been this wet before.  Who is this man?’ she thinks.  She slides her hand down her knickers while their lips still remain locked.  She pushes her finger inside herself then withdraws tracing Mark’s lips with her finger.
‘Mm, you taste good,’ he remarks. More bubbles follow but no sound - they just mime the words.  Their bodies become entwined; it’s all they can do to stop it from going any further.  He slowly unbuttons her blouse; it falls away to either side of her body revealing her beautiful breasts.  She can feel his now erect penis pushing against her as his mouth slowly starts to kiss her soft skin.  She starts to breathe faster as her hands run down his back, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she pulls him in closer to her.  She runs her tongue around his lips, teasing, biting softly, pulling, letting go.  She feels his hands slip under her shorts grabbing the edges, pulling them down where she kicks her legs watching as they float away.  His hands brush against her thighs as he slides his hand between them pushing them apart.  Kisses become passionate as hands wander exploring each other's bodies.  Tongues push gently together tangling in some sort of romantic dance.  His hand slides under her knickers, he traces her pubic bone with his hand coming to rest on her clitoris.  She is wet, willing and able; she wants him so much already, moist and throbbing at the thought of making love to him.
The warm waters lap against her opening her pussy lips; her pink vagina illuminates as a brightly coloured jellyfish swims by enticing Mark’s wandering fingers to slip inside her.  Her clitoris throbs as he swims down blowing rapid bubbles against it making her arch her back and moan, ‘Fuck me’. 
Mark swims backwards slipping his briefs off.  His penis springs to attention, all solid nine inches of it.  Small fish swim by mouthing his manhood; he pushes them away gently with his hand as he swims back to Melissa’s embrace.  Eyes and lips lock as they gaze longingly at each other.  She smiles then slowly kicks her hands and feet traversing his rippled body kissing every solid line of muscle; nibbling his skin as she works her way down to his penis.
Mark looks down in anticipation, watching as she wraps her lips around his swollen member.  Gently flicking her tongue over the head, he lets out a deep sigh, ‘Deeper baby’.
‘Think we’re deep enough,’ she garbles back nearly choked by his cock.
Mark laughs; she responds by pushing her head down harder and she can feel her mouth expanding to accommodate his throbbing penis.  ‘Oh, yes take it deeper,’ he moans.  
She lowers her mouth, moving up and down the entire length of his now throbbing wet penis and feels it pulsate with each passing glide of her lips.  Mark’s moans are nearing the point of no return.  He places his hand over his penis squeezing hard, and she watches him giggling to herself at his facial expressions as he battles not to shoot his load.  When he releases his grip, small strands of pre-cum like luminous plankton come to life and swim away only to be gobbled up seconds later by hungry predators.  He battles to control the urge to fuck her there and then but it’s no use - the beast has been released.  He throws caution to wind and grabs her around the waist pulling her closer to him.  With one swift pull of his hand he rips her knickers off and raises her up level with his face. Her legs lock around his neck; she leans back swishing the water gently with her hands to keep her level. 
He slowly circles her clitoris hovering for a second until she lifts her head then pushes down hard on her clit until she arches her back with desire.  Pleasure flows from his tongue; she pushes against him, grabbing his head forcing him into her hard.  His tongue darts back and forth in rhythm with her writhing hips. Her cum fills his mouth; he swallows several times drinking her love juices as she secretes more and more as she becomes more and more aroused.  He can feel her cumming to climax so he pushes two finger inside her gently massaging her from the inside on her g-spot.  This drives her crazy; she bucks, writhing around frantically, panting in short breaths then with a final push she lets out a long lingering sigh as her body spasms gently vibrating from her orgasm.  She lifts her head saying, ‘Fuck me now!  Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before’. 
Mark smiles replying, ‘Well that’s not going to be a hard one; we’re underwater and you’re a virgin,’ he jokes. 
‘Shush, you’re ruining my dream; now fuck me you bad, bad boy’.
Mark’s eyes widen fully; listening to his commands he follows orders like a good little soldier.  Melissa releases her grip and draws level.  Mark grabs hold of her leg placing it on his shoulder, pushing the head of his throbbing penis deep into her warm abyss then withdrawing teasing her, brushing the tip of his penis lightly up and down her hard pulsing clit.  
Melissa can’t take much more of this foreplay and screams in bubbles, ‘All the way in.  Let me feel your balls bang against my clit’.
Mark doesn’t need any encouragement; he pushes the entire length of his penis all the way in and he can feel his head touching the rear wall of her vagina.  She responds by wrapping her legs in a vicelike grip, digging her nails deep into his back scratching like a wild animal.  He can feel her juices running down his penis. As the bubbles trap between his penis and her vagina, they kind of pop on the withdrawal as the air is expelled sending bubbles upwards spinning out of control.
‘Faster, fuck me faster,’ she pants as she nears climax for the second time.  Mark doubles his efforts as waves of water power his penis.  Her hips begin to buck; she looks down watching as his penis darts back and forth.  ‘I'm coming don't stop!  Jesus, I'm cumming!’
Mark sees her orgasm approaching so tripling his efforts like a piston working on overtime he pumps faster.  He can feel his heart beating so fast that he fears it will burst out of his chest at any given moment.  A few more strokes and they are on a level playing field.  Panting in tandem they both cry out in ecstasy as they reach climax together letting out a satisfied sigh.  
Mark withdraws lowering her leg; they both watch as cum seeps out quickly and is taken by the current.  Small fish graze on her pussy as if cleaning her up; she seems to like it as they clean her clitoris.  Mark holds her close saying, ‘Well this is one to tell your grandchildren when they’re older,’ he chuckles kissing her forehead.
In the distance, two large black silhouettes approach at speed dragging something between them.  As they near, two bottlenose dolphins come into view pulling a large net which grabs hold of them both trapping them, dragging them away at speed.  All of a sudden they change direction pelting at full speed towards the moonlight.  As they break the surface Mark and Melissa feel the cool breeze wash against their faces as they’re thrown free from their prison landing with a bump.  Her eyes snap open and she’s jolted back to reality as Mark goes over a speed ramp too fast.  She quickly sits up straight staring at Jason and Sandra who stare back with wide grins on their faces.
‘It must’ve been one hell of a dream!  Mark’s nearly crashed twice from looking in his rear view mirror.  You put on quite a show, girl,’ Sandra states giggling.
Melissa looks down.  Her hand is buried deep beneath her shorts, ‘Oh God, what have I done?’ she thinks wrestling her hand free and staring out the window as a way to try and hide her embarrassment and blank the others in the car as she can’t bear to make eye contact with them.

CHAPTER THREE, IN THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY MOON

They arrive at the beach.  Melissa has remained schtum for the remainder of the journey being too embarrassed to speak.  She still sits staring out of her window and she can feel the other’s eyes burning a hole through her back.  ‘Say something, anything.  Break this boring silence, will you!’ she wills as she thinks it over and over again in her mind.
It’s not too long until her prayers are answered as Mark’s the first to break the awkward silence.
‘Guys we’re here!’ he shouts looking in his rear view mirror.
Melissa turns excitedly and notices everybody looking at her.  ‘What?  What’s your problem?  So what, I had a wet dream!  Big deal and just in case I shouted out any names, yes Mark you had the lead role, ok?  So now can we just forget this ever happened and enjoy the rest of the day?’ she vents trying to clear the atmosphere. 
Mark smiles like the cat that’s got the cream staring into his rear view mirror.  ‘So, I was the lead role eh?  Come on, tell me more,’ he says raising his eyebrows.
She scowls and her expression says, ‘If looks could kill’.  ‘Mark, drop it! I mean it! I just want to forget this day ever happened, ok?’
‘Fine, consider it done.  Maybe you can tell me the sordid details later when we’re alone’.  
She rolls her eyes letting out a long frustrated sigh.  
“Or maybe not…ok then, if you look ahead you’ll see our beach; it’s just over the top.’  
Mark’s words fall silent as one by one their jaws drop as the beach comes into view.  It’s gorgeous.  Azure blue waves roll to the shore as if queuing waiting to die so that others can be reborn to take their place in line; it seems like a never-ending process. The sound of seagulls fills the air making their God-awful noise as they chat to one another.  They dive bomb passers-by and shit on anything that moves below - they are the ultimate bombardier.
The sky, a turquoise blue with not a cloud occupying the vast blue space seems to stretch for eternity.  The odd silver light reflects from high above followed by its jet-stream which looks like cotton wool balls on a string being pulled behind it. 
Melissa looks down to the beach where groups of kids have arrived. To her they look like swarms of ants going about their daily business.  ‘I thought it was just going to be us.  I’ll ask Mark,’ she thinks still gazing upon the beach.  ‘Mark, I thought it was just going to be the four of us,’ she says looking confused.
  Mark smiles replying, ‘Well about that, I kind of placed a blog online saying beach party  and somehow I managed to email all the other universities and judging by how many people are down there I’d say they all wanted to come!’ he chuckles.  He releases the handbrake letting his four by four freewheel down the hill.  He pulls in between two coaches and unloads their gear mainly consisting of beer, beer and more beer … and a packet of crisps.
‘Glad you bought some food, I’m starving!’ Sandra says snatching the crisps from Mark’s hand.
‘Hey, that was the last bag!’ he retorts angrily
‘Tough.  You snooze, you lose,’ she replies tucking in.
Mark chuckles and points to the sky. ‘Think someone else wants some as well!’ The seagulls dive bomb pinching crisps from her bag.
‘Here, you mangy things, have the fuckers. I wasn’t hungry anyway,’ she says throwing her bag into the air.  Melissa laughs followed my Mark and Jason and soon they are in uncontrollable fits of laughter holding their bellies as one by one they run out of breath and sit down on the grass verge to catch their breaths. 
Sandra stands scowling, arms folded. ‘Think that’s funny do you?  What about you Jason, did you think that was funny?  Where is a real man when you need one? You’re supposed to protect me; they could’ve pecked my eyes out - and I’m starving’.
‘Think you’re slightly over-exaggerating, don’t you?  It’s not as if we’re in the middle of the desert with no food and water!  There’s a bloody great big fast food chain behind you, you numpty!’ Jason says pointing behind her.
‘Wahoo, I’m saved!’ she says. She grabs her handbag and races towards those two magnificent arches.
‘Look at her go; anybody would think she hasn’t eaten in months,’ Jason laughs.
That’s the least of your worries mate.  Burgers give her terrible wind - trust me.  I’ve shared a bed with her!’ Melissa replies giving Mark a cheeky wink.  Jason frowns; all he can envision now is banging her while obscene noises and smells emanate from her.
Sandra returns carrying one large bag and three little boxes.  ‘Here you go, I’ve bought you something back; wouldn’t feel comfortable eating in front of you,’ she says handing them a box each.
Jason looks at the mediocre box in front of him.  ‘A kids’ meal, do I look bloody five? I want what’s in that bag,’ he states handing her the box back. 
Sandra stares in disgust replying, ‘You want what’s in this bag do you?  If you want it you will have to pry it from my dying hand,’ she retorts.  She takes the huge burger out of her bag and licks it all over then places it back in her box saying, ‘Still want it?’
‘Nah, you’re alright.  For some reason I’ve lost my appetite,’ he replies. 
Melissa turns to Sandra saying, ‘You’re a greedy fucker.  Come on, a kids’ meal and you’re hoping to get laid tonight with Jason?  I’d think again after that performance’.
After they are all fed and watered they make their way down onto the beach finding a nice secluded spot away from the others.  Mark gathers dry driftwood from the shoreline to be used later that night for a campfire.
Melissa undresses down to her bikini, sexily swaying her hips as she slides her shorts down revealing the pretty bikini underneath.  Jason watches giving Mark the thumbs up but Mark shoots him down and shakes his head in disapproval.  She lies down on the warm sand and places her earplugs in cranking up the volume on her iPod to block out the outside world.  She closes her eyes and drifts off with the music.  As she sleeps, day turns to dusk as the sun melts into the sea turning the azure blue into a fiery crimson red.  She looks up at the sky which is now a greyish colour with a tint of blue and she sees the first sign of night appear.  A lone star appears at first quickly followed by many others.
Melissa wakes with a searing pain in her ear.  Her eyes quickly open and she stands up nearly falling back down again as the blood rushes to her head.  As she runs, she can see something to her right running with her so she shakes her head rapidly trying to shake her mystery intruder off.  Mark sees her distress and comes to her rescue.  He grabs her arm pulling her towards him which stops her dead in her tracks.  ‘Now hold still while I take this off you’.
She stands frozen to the spot as Mark carefully releases its pincers, ‘Look it’s only a baby.  Imagine running with that one attached to your ear!’ he says pointing to a large crab that has just emerged from the sand.
She chuckles, ‘Well I suppose it’s kind of cute now it’s not attached to me’.
Mark smiles putting his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.  ‘You’re bloody freezing.  Come and sit down here,’ he suggests throwing a large blanket down.  ‘And here - put this around you.  It’ll keep you warm until I’ve got this fire going,’ he says throwing his jacket over her shoulders.
‘Thanks Mark, you're such a sweetie aren’t you!’
He shrugs replying, ‘Well, I have my moments but that’s our little secret; don’t want to lose my reputation as a bad boy now do I?’
‘You can be a bad boy with me any day; bring it on,’ she whispers under her breath.
  Mark strains his ears trying to listen in but he just hears ‘bad boy…bring it on’.  A cheesy grin covers his face, ‘Maybe later but first I have to get this blasted fire going’.
‘Oh no, he must’ve heard me!’ she thinks.  Mark lifts two huge pieces of driftwood into place on top of some smaller lighter pieces.  She watches his biceps bulge as he takes the strain and then relax as he lowers them into place.  ‘Oh my, why do I get so wet when he does that?’ she says to herself as a hot flush washes over her.  
Sandra and Jason return moments later hand in hand from their seafront walk.  ‘Still not got it going yet Mark? Shift over and let me show you how a real man makes a campfire.  I used to be a cub scout you know.  Got my badge for this,’ Jason says trying to impress Sandra.  Mark lets Jason take over.  He kneels down to the base of the fire lighting the paper-thin wood and blows gently watching as the embers glow before bursting into life in a blaze of orange and red flames that dance in the cool night breeze.  
Melissa stands up cheering and clapping her hands; the others shortly follow saying, ‘Well done Jase, nice one’.  
They all sit down beside the roaring fire looking over the beach.  One by one dots of orange appear as more fires ignite around them.  Everybody is sitting waiting for the light of the silvery moon that signifies the start of the party.

CHAPTER FOUR, LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED

It’s a warm summer's night with a cool crisp breeze blowing from the north fanning the flames of their campfire.  The end of term party is in full swing and everybody’s having a good time.  The music’s banging and the beers are flowing.  
‘Mark, can you put some more wood on the fire?  I’m freezing,’ Melissa says huddling into his jacket.
‘Yes, no problem,’ he replies placing two pieces of driftwood on the fire.
‘Thanks Mark, you’re so sweet’.
Mark smiles placing his finger over his lips.  ‘Shush, not in front of Jason. I’ve a rep to protect, remember’.
Melissa’s feeling giggly as the alcohol takes effect.  She burps loudly as the bubbles tickle her taste buds.  ‘Oh, I’m so sorry, what must you think of me?’ she says feeling embarrassed. 
Mark sees her cheeks flush so he burps loudly to take the attention away from her.  She smiles shyly but in a manner that also says, ‘I appreciate that.’
Jason and Sandra take a crate of beer and go off in search of a nice quiet secluded spot leaving Mark and Melissa to chat and get to know one another a bit better.  
‘You know something, I’ve fancied you, like, since forever, but you never paid me any attention so I thought you didn’t like me.  I was actually beginning to think you were gay; I mean, what’s not to like?’ she says playfully taking a huge swig of her beer.
Mark chokes on his beer as the froth encases his nose.  He laughs loudly.  ‘No!  I’m definitely not gay.  Straight as they come, don’t like it up my bum,’ he jokes smiling.
She giggles into her hand feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, ‘I’m so glad you said that.  I was hoping you weren’t’.
Mark’s eyes widen as her bikini top falls to the floor; it’s like everything is in slow motion and as soon as she unties the back strap, her firm breasts spring to attention and give a little bounce finally free from their tight fitting prison.  
‘You can touch if you want to.  I don’t mind,’ she says staring deep into his eyes.  
He stands there speechless; mouth wide open, salivating at the thought of finally getting his hands on her gorgeous body and firm breasts.  
‘Come on baby, sit here beside me.  I won’t bite I promise; well maybe a tiny bit, just a nibble,’ she says gnashing her teeth.  
He sits down beside her; the warm glow from the fire envelopes her face.  The flames reflecting off her cheeks make her face look radiant.  ‘Think you’ve had a little too much to drink but you are very beautiful, I can’t deny you that.  Even pissed and silly I still find you adorable,’ he says brushing his hand against her cheek. 
‘Thanks Mark; you don’t know how much that means coming from you,’ she replies blushing.  She places her hand on his chest and kisses him slowly pulling his vest over his head revealing his hot well-toned body.  She runs her finger up and down his muscular torso and then carries on up to his chest.  ‘Now what am I to do with you?’ she says with a sultry look.
‘Just do what you want to,’ he replies closing his eyes and leaning back on his hands to enjoy the moment.
‘Have you ever been with a girl Mark?’
‘Yes, loads,’ he replies.  He is lying his socks off as he is still a virgin but makes out to all of his friends that he is this super-stud in order to keep his reputation intact.  Just like Melissa he’d been brought up with old-fashioned values.

Melissa stands and slips her bikini bottoms off throwing them on top of her bikini top saying, ‘See anything you like Mark?’  
This is the first time he has seen a woman's pussy - apart from in magazines and the odd porn film he had watched with his mates - and it is all a bit overwhelming.  
‘What's wrong?  Don’t you like me?’ she says covering her modesty.
Mark frowns replying, ‘Yes of course I do; it's just that I haven't been entirely honest with you.  I'm still a virgin.  I have kissed a girl and copped a feel but that’s it,’ he replies blushing.
She smiles saying, ‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of’.  Mark smiles back.  ‘You’d better not be lying to me Mark just to get in my knickers,’ she says thinking he’s having her on.
‘No, seriously I’m a virgin.  I have come close to popping my cherry a few times but something always got in the way.  Sorry for lying.  I just didn’t want you to think I was inexperienced’.
Her eyes widen, ‘So am I though.  I suppose I better fix your little problem then,’ she says as she starts to unbutton his shorts.
Mark feels as though a million pair of eyes stare back at him over the orange dots along the beach.  He doesn’t like the feeling of being watched.  ‘Stop!  It just doesn't feel right doing it here with everybody watching,’ he says pushing her hand aside.
‘Are you sure that’s what you really want?’ she asks trying not to sound rejected.  Mark frowns; he opens his mouth to speak but before he can answer, she grabs his balls squeezing them hard and says, ‘Careful, on your next reply I have your balls firmly in my court’.
‘Ok, no I’m not sure at all,’ he retorts in anguish awaiting her next move.  
Still squeezing his balls she leans forward and kisses him gently on the lips.  He responds by pulling her close so that they are touching skin to skin.  She takes his hand and places it on her breast.  Mark fumbles around for a while like a child with some new toys to play with squeezing and gently pinching her nipples; their tongues entwined in a lovers’ dance.  His heartbeat starts to beat faster and faster as he feels his shorts come alive.  His penis gives a gentle stretch before changing from flaccid to rock hard in seconds as their tongues flick against one another’s.
She notices and slides her hand down the front of his shorts and gently closes her hand around his throbbing member.  ‘Well, what do we have here?’ she says gently rocking her hand up and down.  His eyes roll so the whites show - he can't believe what`s happening.  
She increases the momentum and he lets out a muffled moan, “Oh my God!  That feels amazing!”  
She ups her tempo smiling and sliding her hand down the full length of his shaft then slides her hand one over the other saying, ‘You’re not the only one that watches porn you know’.
Mark lets out a long sigh replying, ‘I’m so glad you do’.  Melissa massages his balls and then twisting her hand around the head of his penis she watches closely has he writhes; his toes curl up every few seconds as the exquisite sensations rock every nerve in his body.  She feels his veins swell almost to bursting point as he gets harder and harder.  Louder moans follow; he writhes more erratically almost pulling himself away from her.  
She smiles looking into his eyes, “Don’t you dare fucking cum baby.  I’m only just getting started.’  She releases her grip and takes another swig of beer.  She can feel her head start to spin as the alcohol takes full effect making her even more aroused.
Mark grabs the bottle from her hand saying, ‘I think you’ve had enough now, you’re going to make yourself sick’.
‘Shush, what do you know?  Now lie on your back and close your eyes and keep them closed; no peeking,’ she says smiling whilst pushing him backwards and straddling his hips.  He lies on his back and closes his eyes awaiting her next move.  Melissa pulls his shorts off over his pumps then does the same with his boxers.  ‘Eyes closed remember,’ she says gently biting his lip.  She moves down to his neck kissing it before moving down his chest still kissing and nibbling his skin.  She then cups her hand around his balls and gently kisses his penis working her way up his shaft fluttering her tongue as she goes.
‘Oh my, fucking God,’ he says just as she wraps her lips around his swollen gland.  She moves her head up and down and starts to suck hard.  Mark lifts his head holding her hair back so he can watch.  ‘Jesus Christ, that feels good,’ he says to himself pushing her head down hard.
She can't take it, and starts to choke and reel back. ‘What did you do that for?  You nearly made me sick!’ she shouts with a look of disgust on her face.
‘Sorry, just wanted to see how much would go in,’ he laughs wryly.
She smiles back replying, ‘Easy Mark, my mouth isn’t that big you know’.  Once again she wraps her lips around his penis and slowly moves her head down towards his balls saying in a muffled voice, ‘Is that far enough for you?’  Mark just sighs watching as the dimples in her cheeks deepen as she sucks hard.  As she builds momentum he hears a sort of squelching noise then a pop as his cock leaves her mouth.  ‘Is it good baby?  Or do you want it faster?’ she asks then takes the decision out of his hands as she increases her momentum moving up and down faster and faster.  She sucks harder; she takes her left hand and gently massages his balls moving in tandem with her mouth.  Mark starts to moan loudly as he nears orgasm.  He loses control and starts to writhe, his feet start to twitch and his body starts to go into a kind of spasm.  ‘No, no, no Mark, not yet,’ she says squeezing his balls hard.
He raises his head in frustration saying, ‘What the fuck!!! I was about to cum then!  Why did you stop?’
She smiles a big cheesy grin replying, ‘It’s my turn now’.  She positions her body so her arse is above his head and gently lowers herself down.  
Mark looks up to see a wall of coarse hair looking back at him, neatly trimmed of course.  ‘What am I supposed to do now?’ he says to himself as she swallows his large member almost to its base breaking his train of thought.  He parts the hair with two fingers to reveal the pink fleshy bit and touches it with his tongue; she gives out a little moan.  ‘Thank God for that, I must be doing something right,’ he says to himself continuing to explore with his tongue.
She taps the side of his head saying, ‘Can you move to your right a little bit and up a little?’ Mark adjusts as he has been asked and flicks his tongue rapidly.
‘Oh yeah baby, that's it,’ she says as she starts to rock her pussy against his tongue.  She increases her head momentum faster and faster lapping his cock with her tongue.  Her hip movements increase - pushing, rocking harder and faster and faster; pushing hard against his tongue.  ‘Don't stop, I’m cumming.  Oh baby I’m cumming, you fucker!’ she screams, grabbing his hair and pulling his head away as her thighs starts to shake.  She pants with little moans in between and increases her head motion as a crescendo of pleasure rocks her whole body before fully settling concentrating itself on her clit making her writhe wildly, making her suck harder 
Mark can`t hold on much longer.  He shouts, ‘I'm going to cum baby, keep going,’ before burying his head back into her pussy.  Mark starts to flick his tongue against her clit.  He feels his orgasm approach for the second time; this time he gives no sign that he’s about to cum and without warning she feels his penis freeze and then gently throb and twitch in her hand.  She recoils sharply as the first stream of cum catches her forehead and slides down over her eye.  She opens her mouth to speak as the second stream flies through the air filling her mouth.  It makes her gag as it hits her tonsils and she spits it out in disgust followed by a third load which gives her a pearl necklace.  
She sits upright - her full weight now supported by Mark’s face as she rocks her hips back and forth rubbing her entire pussy against his face saying, ‘Faster baby, faster’.  
His tongue starts to tire and he tries to wriggle his head free shaking it from side to side but she’s having none of it and pushes down harder.  He thrashes more as she bucks her hips wildly.  He eventually manages to turn his head slightly saying, in a muffled voice, ‘How much longer?  My tongue’s going numb’.
  ‘I’m nearly there, now shut the fuck up and lick,’ she says panting heavily.  Mark returns reluctantly to his post and starts to flick his tongue once more.  A second later she screams, ‘Oh my god, I'm cumming!’  Her hips slow as her thighs gently vibrate and she cums all over his face.
Mark shakes his head panicking, pushing her off the top off him saying, ‘What the fuck was that?  Have you just pissed on my face Melissa?’ he asks in disgust.
She smiles looking deep into his eyes and kisses him whispering, ‘That’s my love juice baby.  Did you like it?’ she replies catching her breath.
Mark spits several times really wrenching it up from his gut replying, ‘No, not fucking really’. 
‘Now you know how I feel.  Think yourself lucky it’s not as thick as your slimy shit,’ she giggles.  She dismounts fully and lies beside him resting her head on his chest just as Sandra and Jason return.  
Jason takes one look at their flushed faces and sings, ‘Tonight was your night bro!  You finally got to let it flow.  Deep above those soft bum cheeks, you finally got to insert your meat!’
Mark stares at him in disgust saying, ‘Zip it Jason’.  He feels cheated in a way, he was hoping to lose his virginity and he might have if they hadn’t returned.  

INTERLUDE

The next day they return home.  Melissa carries on seeing Mark for a further two weeks but they decide to split when his application is granted for the police force which takes her by surprise as she didn’t even know he had applied.
Mark hadn’t wanted to spoil his chances by tempting fate so he had kept his little secret to himself; he hadn’t told his parents either.  His training was to begin in Chesterfield so they deemed it too far to continue their relationship.  
As for Sandra and Jason, they remain together and are now happily married with two children Sophia, five and Alex, three.  Sandra went on to finish university with Melissa and they both graduated with honours.  Jason, the doting dad, stays at home to look after the children while Sandra pursued her career and is now a successful businesswoman teaching at seminars all over the UK.  She bought a plot of land in her hometown and had a house built to her own specifications, where she now resides to this day ten years later.  
Melissa moved to a small bustling village just outside her hometown and bought a cottage.  She’s living her dream with her green lawns and white picket fences.  She works from home creating websites for small budding businesses.  She’s very good at what she does; her best friend Sandra has used her for years on a regular basis.  The only thing that doesn’t sit well in her life is that she still hasn’t found love and endlessly searches moving from relationship to relationship which has unfortunately earned her a bit of a reputation as a man-eater.  
She has been single for two years now after suffering abusive behavior from her previous partner and has decided to try internet dating as it seems to be all the rage but she’s about to get the surprise of her life. 

CHAPTER FIVE, ANTICIPATION 

It’s Monday, September 2014 and it’s raining.  The wind blows hard rattling her fence panels; the rain bounces off her windows dripping down and almost creating a rhythm like drums as the drops drip onto her windowsill.  
‘What a shitty day,’ she thinks as she looks out of the window.  Melissa is in one of those can’t-be-arsed moods.  Opting to have a pyjama day, she sits drinking a cup of coffee whilst checking her messages on the dating site she joined a few days ago.  Her face lights up when she hears a little ‘bing-bong’ noise denoting that she’s received an email.  She’s been eagerly awaiting this email for the last few days.  She`s quite fussy when it comes to blokes but she thinks that this one seems special; his profile stands out a mile from all of the rest.  The ad went something like this:

Well, if you’re looking for a millionaire, I’m sorry but that’s not me. 
If you’re looking for an easy ride, then please keep on riding by.
Gold-diggers I can spot a mile but that`s ok as I’ve no gold to give.
Shallow people need not bother.  My time with you would be short-lived.
Truth, love, honesty and many more qualities I possess
But knowing you ladies - with my experiences on here - you’re all quite self-obsessed.

You look at the man’s status and see no riches inside. 
This poor man trying to find love never stood a chance in your eyes.
This poor man throwing a line just wants a gentle touch 
A hand to hold, walks in the park; is that asking too much?

Maybe a meal - no big deal.  
And a little romance, and maybe a dance?
Just a chance to get to know someone without judging a book by its cover
Because many of you do, that`s plain to see.
So you miss the best part of me 

All I want is a woman with a heart than can feel
And has all the qualities that I look for, then I know she’s for real.
I cry at sad movies but that doesn’t make me a lesser man;
Just goes to show that I can feel.  Is that not what makes a man?

To be in touch with your feelings and know how to love and forgive?
To look into the eyes of a loved one and get lost for days
Can bring a tear to one’s eye.
I hope I have not just written this just to waste my time 

Because this man that stands before you -yes it’s just me - 
Wears his heart on his sleeve, on show for all the world to see. 
Maybe you see this as weakness in me; 
Maybe you’re right and in time we will see.

I’ve got a meaningful job 
I work and am proud of that fact. 
I don`t beg, steal and borrow and live with the sorrow. 

I can hold my head up high and clearly say 
My name is Mark, now what do you say?
Thank you so much for reading to the end.  
I know there are plenty of women that want what I want; it’s just finding them.

I’ve stuck my toe in this sea of fishes and hopefully will get all my wishes. 
And so will you hopefully too.
First Date? 
Maybe a trip to the zoo. 

Drink, lunch, chat, nice pub or coffee and chat?
Your choice or choose together.

She loves the words of the advert because they speak volumes to her, showing he is in touch with his feminine side, and as cheesy as his poem was, he obviously wasn’t afraid to show his feelings.  He was everything that she had been looking for, or so she thought.  She eagerly replies to the email:

Dear Mark, 
Wow!  Now that’s how you do an ad!  It’s not very often I make it to the end of an ad but yours grabbed me by the balls, so to speak, and wouldn’t let go.  I just had to keep reading until the end and I loved your idea of going to the zoo on a first date – what a great idea! LOL! I look forward to your reply, Melissa.

‘Wicked!’ she thought, getting all excited.  Butterflies were doing their rounds flying around and turning her stomach upside down.  She nervously pressed enter on the key board.

Hi Melissa, 
Thanks for the email.  I really like the look of you.  I don’t suppose you would like to meet for a coffee tomorrow?  10 a.m.?  The little coffee shop - you know the one on the corner of Fryer Street?  If you don’t reply, I’ll assume that’s a yes and I’ll see you at 10 a.m. 
Look forward to seeing you.

Melissa’s heart is racing; for her, the next day cannot come quickly enough.  In bed that night she tosses and turns thinking about her dream man.  ‘Please let this one be the one; not another waste of space,’ she thinks before finally drifting off to sleep.  
She has had a spate of boyfriends and they went as quick as they came, taking what they wanted from her.  She always thought that if she put out on the first date they would stay with her; as her mother used to say, ‘Give a man what he wants and he will never leave you’.  Unfortunately for Melissa, it had the opposite effect and word quickly got round that she was an easy lay, so all she ended up with were users and abusers.
It’s Tuesday morning, seven a.m.  She wakes early and lies listening to the morning chorus.  She hears the clang of bottles as the milkman replaces empty bottles with full ones.  Throwing on her dressing gown she runs down the stairs to bring them in as the sun is high and she doesn’t want her milk turning into yogurt.

It’s nine a.m.  Melissa quickly jumps in the shower, washes quickly opting for a sweet lily fragrance shower gel.  She gets dried, dries her hair then places it in a ponytail, finishing it off with a flowered scrunchie.  She decides that she doesn’t want to look too easy so opts for jeans, a blouse, brown boots, a bit of foundation and light pink lipstick then she is good to go.  She takes one last look in the mirror and decides it’s the best it’s going to get so she heads downstairs where a taxi waits to take her into town.  

CHAPTER SIX, IT'S A SMALL WORLD

The taxi pulls up outside and as she opens the taxi’s door, a passer-by opens the door to the coffee shop, and for a moment, the smell of everyday city life is replaced with an aroma of fresh ground coffee.  She checks her picture against the occupants in the shop.
‘Got you!’ she thinks as she spots someone resembling the picture she’s holding.  She nervously walks up to the gentleman sitting with a coffee reading a newspaper.  
‘Excuse me, sorry to bother you; I’m Melissa.  I think I’m your date.  I don’t suppose your name is Mark?’ 
‘No sorry, love.  I think you have the wrong table,’ he says secretly smiling behind his newspaper.
‘Oh, my apologies; I didn’t mean to disturb you,’ she replies looking around the shop for her date and then turns to walk away.
‘Excuse me Miss, I don’t suppose you’re Melissa? I think you’re my date today.  I’m Mark; pleased to meet you,’ he smiles getting up from his seat.  
Melissa realizes that he was playing a practical joke and she can’t make her mind up whether to hug or throttle him.  
‘I’m so sorry Melissa.  I was just trying to break the ice.  I suppose I was just trying to see if you had a sense of humor; please forgive me,’ he says as he offers her a seat.  ‘Tell you what, let me make it up to you; what are you drinking?’ he asks handing her a menu.
She studies the menu deliberately taking ages to choose. She randomly changes her mind aloud.  ‘I’ll have a mocha chocka…no wait, I’ll have an espresso with cream…no wait, hold the cream…nope, on second thoughts make it a double shot of cream,’ she says teasingly.
‘Now are you sure you’ve made your mind up?’ he enquires playfully.
‘Yes sure. Espresso with two shots, oh and a blueberry muffin; I missed breakfast this morning - if that’s ok?’
‘Sure.  Today is your day; whatever you want, your wish is my command,’ he replies bowing. 
She laughs, thinking to herself that he is a gentleman and she’s pleased they’re getting on.  Mark returns moments later handing her what she has ordered.  ‘Mmm, this is lovely.  Would you like a bite?’ she asks offering the muffin to his lips.
‘No thank you, I had a hearty breakfast this morning.  I couldn’t eat another thing if I tried,’ he replies pushing it away.
‘Not even this one little berry, just for me?’ she replies pushing it to his lips.
‘Ok, just this one then but only because you’re too sweet not to comply with,’ he jokes as he eats the berry.
Melissa watches him eat the berry.  She drifts away for a moment wishing her tongue was that berry.
‘Hey you, where were you just now?  Hope it was somewhere exotic,’ he jokes.
‘I’m so sorry, I was miles away.  I’ve got lots on my mind at the moment,’ she replies blushing.
‘Care to share?  As they say, a problem shared is a problem halved’.
Melissa looks at this man, a man who doesn’t know her from Adam and who wants her to share her innermost secrets with him.  She is pleased that he is genuinely taking an interest in her.  
She takes a sip of her coffee; he watches as her tongue laps at the cream topping and he can feel something stirring in his pants so he crosses his legs.  He’s imagining her tongue wrapped around his penis.  He’s in the moment and without meaning to he shouts, ‘Stop it!’ out loud.
Melissa stops what she’s doing and puts her coffee down, ‘Stop what?’ 
He blushes, pausing before answering, ‘Um, I was just daydreaming.  Is it hot in here or is it just me?’ he says awkwardly loosening his collar.
‘Think it’s just you.  I feel fine.’ 
Mark smiles, ‘Guess it’s just me then’.
‘Yep, guess so.  Do you know something?  You look familiar.  It’s funny because I used to know a Mark many years ago and some of your features remind me of him; in fact shave that beard off and you’d be the spit of him,’ she says putting her hand up to block out his beard, studying his features closely.  As she continues to scrutinize him, his features become more prominent.  ‘Mark?  No, fucking way, it can’t be!’ she exclaims as her heart starts to beat ten to the dozen.
‘Yes, that’s me but I don’t know you.  I never forget a pretty face.  When you say you knew him years ago, just how many years are we talking?’  
‘I know that’s you Mark.  I’d never forget that cheeky grin, so why doesn’t he remember me?’ she thinks to herself.    
Again Mark asks the question, ‘Hello, are you there?  I said how many years ago was it?’ he says waving his hands in front of her face trying to break her concentration.  
He startles her making her flinch as she catches a glimpse of his waving hands.  ‘Oh, sorry I was miles away, thinking back to that day on the beach ten years ago; can you remember?’
Mark frowns shrugging his shoulders.  ‘Look, I’m sure this Mark is a swell guy but it’s not me and even if it was me I wouldn’t remember as I’ve been in a coma for the past five years, so like I said before, I think you have the wrong guy’. 
Melissa swallows hard nearly choking on her coffee as she listens to these new revelations that are unfolding right before her eyes.  ‘What happened?  If you don’t mind me asking,’ she asks treading lightly so as not to pry.
Mark takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh before replying. ‘I can’t tell you what exactly happened; however I can tell you what the police report said, and no I don’t mind.  I’m actually enjoying myself.  It’s weird though because I feel like I’ve known you for ages; we get on well don’t we?’
‘Yes Mark we do, and the reason you feel you’ve known me for so long is because you have! - although it’s been ten years since I last saw you,’ she says to herself.  
Melissa doesn’t feel like he answered her question sufficiently so she repeats it.
            ‘Mark, you were about to tell me what the police report said.  Can you remember?’ she asks.
Mark seems agitated; fumbling with his fingers he replies sternly, ‘Of course I can remember; I only read the report a few months ago.  It’s the rest of my life prior to the coma that I have problems remembering.  Why can’t I remember anything?’ he says scratching his head.
Melissa reaches over and holds his hand replying, ‘Mark you were in a coma, love’.
‘Coma?  I know I was in a coma; I’ve just told you that.  My memory’s not that bad you know,’ he says knocking his coffee cup off the table in frustration.
‘Is everything alright?  From where I’m stood it looks a little heated,’ the waitress enquires as she bends down to pick up the broken coffee cup.  As she stands back up Melissa notices her name tag.
‘Yes Sue, everything’s fine.  Honestly there’s nothing to worry about; it was an accident.  I’ll pay for any damages; just add it to our bill, ok?’
‘That won’t be necessary, it’s only a cup.  It’s not like he’s smashed the table and chairs; he won’t will he?’ the waitress stage whispers cheekily. 
‘No I think you’re safe there.  As I said before, it was an accident,’ Melissa retorts sarcastically.
‘Fine, if you say so.  I just hope you know what you’re doing?’ she replies tartly as she throws the coffee cup in the bin.  Truth be told she hasn’t got a clue what she’s doing; all she knows is that her friend from years ago is sat right in front of her and he doesn’t have a clue who she is which upsets her bringing a tear to her eye.  She decides to give him a chance.  Yes, his behavior is irrational and his temper seems temperamental, mainly from frustration, but she has seen and endured much worse so they agree to see each other again. 
Mark recounts the events from the police report.  ‘Well, apparently I was in a high speed chase when a pedestrian stepped out.  I swerved to miss him, hitting the curb at an angle at 90 mph and flipped my vehicle, and according to witness statements my vehicle rolled thirteen times.  When it eventually came to a stop on its side I was out cold.  The next thing I remember is waking up choking on a bloody great tube that was keeping me breathing.  It bloody hurt when they pulled that out, I can tell you,’ he says sighing.

CHAPTER SEVEN, 

It’s been three months since their first coffee date and things have been going really well even to the point that she has feelings for him.  No more incidents have occurred since then and for once in her life things seem to be looking up.  She sits staring out of the window; she knows she has feelings for Mark but she isn’t sure how he feels for her as he’s been very guarded about it.  
‘I think he’s holding back as he said he was hurt in his last relationship.  I think I’m going to need a wrecking ball to get through to him - which is a shame because I really like him,’ she ponders as she watches the trees sway in the gentle breeze.  
She has stuck to her word this time as she believes he could be the one.  She’s kept her legs tightly closed in the hope that he would respect her more for making him wait, although he has been dropping hints every now and again.  
‘I bet it’s frustrating for him, as I can feel him grinding up against me whenever he stays over.  Little does he know that I’m also frustrated but I’m hanging in there as I’m trying a new tactic to bag my man,’ she muses as she pours a brew.  She’s seeing him tonight.  He’s supposed to be taking her out but she doesn’t know where as he said it’s a surprise.
On the way to pick Melissa up, Mark pops in for a crafty pint at Melissa’s local where her ex-boyfriends hang out.  As he walks through the doors of the King’s Head, silence falls as everybody stops and stares; this is a close-knit community where everybody knows one another and they all know each other’s business.  Mark is a stranger and seriously out of his depth; a feeling of resentment washes over him as he feels like the whole lot of them are judging him.  He ponders on whether to stay or walk straight back out, as he turns to grab the handle.  He pauses for a second thinking, ‘Surely they don’t think I’m going to cause any trouble?  It’s just one pint.  My money is as good as anybody else’s’; and with that decision made he releases the handle and heads over to the bar; as he does so he can feel the local’s eyes burning through his back, burrowing right into his soul.
‘What will it be, my friend?’ the landlord asks.
‘A pint of lager and a packet of pork scratchings please,’ he replies nervously.
‘That will be £3.50 please; don’t suppose you have the 50?’ 
‘Here you go and keep the change,’ he replies handing him a fiver.
‘Oh, ta very much; you can come again.  Hey you lot!  You need to take a leaf out of this gent’s book.  Look, a £1.50 tip!  You tight fuckers have never tipped me!’ he shouts holding the money out in his hand to show them.
Mark sits at the bar munching his pork scratchings when John approaches him, an ex of Melissa’s.  
‘Hey, you’re that guy who’s dating Melissa.  A copper aren’t you?’
‘Yes, that’s right.  What can I do for you?’ he asks nervously.
‘Oh, nothing really; you do know what they call her round here, don’t you?’
‘No I don’t, I’m afraid.  I’m not from round these parts.’ 
‘Well, let me be the one to fill you in.  I’m John by the way,’ he says extending his hand as a sign of friendship.  Mark takes a sip of his beer listening intently to what John has to say.  ‘Don’t take this the wrong way my friend but she has got a bit of a reputation around here.  Half the village has slept with her.  She’s known as the village bike - I should know, I’m a majority shareholder in her tight little pussy,’ he says grinning and slapping Mark on the back.  ‘She’s not a bad shag though.  I can see why everybody wants a piece of her ass,’ he continues. 

‘I wouldn’t know, I haven’t slept with her yet and to be honest, I’m not sure I ever will after what you’ve just told me,’ he replies downing the rest of his pint in one.  ‘Same again landlord and one for my friend here,’ Mark requests.  
It was 5pm when he arrived at the pub; it’s now 6.30pm and Melissa is sat dressed to impress at home waiting for him.  ‘Where the hell is he?  He’s always on time,’ she ponders nearly wearing a hole out in her carpet from pacing back and forth.  She picks her phone up and types in his number, listening as his phone reverts to answer phone.  She leaves him a message: ‘Mark, it’s Melissa.  I’m sat at home waiting like a lemon.  Call me when you receive this message.’
It’s now 7pm.  Mark has downed four pints of lager and two shots of whisky.  He starts to slur his words so he decides to call it a night and make his way to Melissa’s house.  He hammers loudly and repeatedly on her front door shouting, ‘Let me in, I think we need to talk!’ 
‘What the hell is all this noise about?’ she screams when she sees the state of him.
‘You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?  You stupid man; you drove here in that state!  What were you thinking? You’re a bloody policeman!  You might only have a desk job now but you’re still a policeman and you could’ve lost your licence.  Just look at you, you’re a right state!’ she vents angrily.
‘Shush, be quiet and listen,’ he says putting his finger over her lips.  ‘I’ve come to a decision: I’m taking up bike riding - how you fixed love?’ he slurs losing his balance.
She grabs his arm managing to keep him upright, ‘Just look at the state of you.  It's taken me two hours to look like this.  I take it we’re not going out now are we?’ she asks pursing her lips.
Mark totally blanks her, singing, ‘I want to ride my Melissa, I want to ride her hard,’ he slurs as saliva drips from the corner of his mouth.
‘What are you going on about?  You’re making no sense.  Here, let me help you to bed; you can sleep it off but you’d better make it up to me because I’m not happy one bit,’ she says harshly.
Again he sings his song, now almost touching her nose with his nose.  He’s that close to her that she can smell his stinking breath: it stinks of stale ale and rotting pork scratchings that have trapped between the gaps in his teeth.  ‘I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike,’ he sings as she helps him up the stairs.
‘What are you singing, you silly man?’ she asks throwing him onto the bed.  Mark puts his arm out to her as if asking for a cuddle.  ‘No! You’re drunk and you stink of stale ale; there’s nothing worse when one’s sober,’ she replies opting to neglect his advances which really infuriates him.
‘Oh, I see, is it because my name’s not John?’ he replies putting his arms down.
‘John? Who’s John? Where exactly have you been drinking tonight love?’ she asks as a cold shiver goes down her spine.
‘The King’s Head - now she gives head,’ he slurs.  
Her heart starts to beat faster, beating so loud against her ribcage that she could have had her own personal band.  ‘Please tell me you haven’t been drinking with John Maples.’ 
‘Fuck it, just suck it,’ he says before launching into the bicycle song once more.  ‘You made me look a fool.  I thought you were different from all the rest of those slutty sluts but you’re not, you’re worse - the fucking village bike!  How stupid was I to think you’d be any different?  Fucking women, they’re all sluts,’ he slurs whilst trying to stand up.
Melissa’s heart rate increases more rapidly; goose bumps form on her skin as a cold shroud covers her whole body.  ‘I don’t know what you’ve heard but it’s all lies, well most of it anyway.  Look, I’m going downstairs now.  I’ll talk to you when you’ve sobered up’.  
She turns to leave the room but he grabs her arm forcing her back sharply and aggressively slurring, ‘You’re not going fucking anywhere till you suck my cock!’ he snarls pushing her  arm up her back.
As soon as he grabs her arm, a world of hurt comes flooding back.  All those dark days locked in her room too scared to come out.  All the pain and bloodshed she has locked away bursts from its prison engulfing her in a sense of pending doom.  She starts to scream at the top of her voice now fearing for her life, ‘Mark, let go of me!  You’re hurting my fucking arm.  Carry on and I’m calling the police,’ she shouts as she tries to wriggle free of his vice-like grip.
‘Police?  Police?  Oh I’m here!’ he giggles slurring his words and slavering down his top.  ‘Listen and listen good; I will let go when you do as you’ve been told.  John says you liked to cup his balls as you sucked so I want you to do it differently.  Now on your knees and do it!  I won’t ask again,’ he demands pushing her to her knees.
Melissa looks up at his soulless eyes and pleads with him, ‘Please don’t make me do it.  I don’t want to be that person anymore.  I won’t be that person anymore,’ she says with determination as she tries to stand.
‘I said do it!’  He grabs hold of her hair, pulling hard.  She winces as he drags her head towards his crotch.
‘Mark, please!  This isn’t you, it’s the alcohol talking.  Please stop!’ she begs looking up into his eyes.  Her eyes are pleading for him to stop.  The next thing she feels is a searing pain as he drives her head hard against the wall.  She screams out in agony holding the side of her head.  She pulls away shuffling back on her bum and hands but he’s too quick.  He grabs her leg dragging her back; she retaliates kicking out wildly hoping to connect with part of his body but only finds an empty space.  She feels her head ricochet off the wall for the second time; the pain is excruciating and she feels like her head is about to explode with the sheer agony of it. 
‘Fuck it, fuck it, fuck you!’ he bellows slamming her head for a third time.  
Melissa feels the impact as her head rebounds off the wall.  Bright lights flash before her eyes and she thinks, ‘This is it; he’s going to kill me’. She’s been beaten in the past but this goes beyond anything she has had to endure before.  She sits curled up in a ball, whimpering.  Tears flow in endless streams making her mascara run; making her look like a crying clown.  As she sits there with her head tucked well between her knees she feels his skanky breath against her ear.
‘Melissa, I’m sorry.  What have I done?  I promise I will never raise my hand to you again,’ he says stumbling down onto his knees.  He reaches out to her trying to console her but she pushes him away screaming, 
“Leave me the fuck alone!”  
He edges backwards as she kicks out towards the bed, pulling himself up then he bursts into tears holding his head in his hands, pleading for forgiveness.  “I’m really sorry Melissa.  I have never ever raised a hand to a woman in my life.  These hands are made for loving not for fighting,’ he continues to sob.
She stares at him with disgust.  She feels guilty for making him cry even though he’s the one at fault; he kind of has this way of twisting the situation to make her feel like she’s the guilty one.  She continues to stare; the more she stares the sorrier she feels.  ‘Look at him, he’s pathetic sat there crying like a baby.  He’s battered me to the point that I thought this is it, I’m going to die, so why do I feel so fucking sorry for him?’ she says to herself questioning her own sanity.  
Mark sits whimpering like a big baby.  His hands are buried into his face but he looks up when he hears her voice.  
‘There, there, it’s ok love.  I forgive you.  I know this is the alcohol talking which has inflamed the situation from a bonfire to a forest fire’ she whispers cuddling him and trying to hold her own tears back.
Mark looks deep into her eyes replying, ‘I’m sorry though.  I would never hurt you intentionally.’  He throws his best puppy dog eyes widening them like a puppy wanting to play.
She stares back feeling sorrier for him by the second. ‘Come on, shall I get you undressed and get you into to bed?  We’ll talk about this in the morning when you’ve slept it off, ok?’ she suggests.
  ‘Are we good now then?’ he says slipping into bed.
‘Hmm, honestly, at the moment I’m not sure how I’m feeling,’ she replies heading for the bathroom.
‘But you’ll be here when I wake up, won’t you?’ he asks grabbing her hand.
‘I should bloody well hope so; it’s my fucking house you’re in!’ she jokes trying to find a funny side to this God-awful mess.
Mark smiles replying, ‘Oh yeah, of course it is!’ He’s started to sober up a little now and is feeling really sorry for himself.  He looks down at his massive hands thinking, how could I have hurt her?  Damn you, hands!’ he says lying back down again.
Melissa goes downstairs carefully using the wall and handrail to steady her balance as she feels a bit woozy.  She heads to the kitchen and opens the freezer.  Taking out a large bag of frozen peas, she wraps them in a towel and places them against the lump on the side of her head.  She looks at the reflection in the mirror: her mascara has run down her cheeks, she has a black eye which is plum in colour, her head is banging ringing from ear to ear, a large lump protrudes from the side of her head and as she looks at the hideous image staring back at her with a bag of peas pressed against its head, she thinks, ‘Is this what I really want?’