Blowjobs: Mel and Trisha

By Claire Monday

A short story about blowjobs.  Well, throat fucking to be precise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Monday
• Release date: Nov 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393144786

Book preview

In this short story, our old friends Mel and Trisha are off to explore the world of blow jobs.  Well, throat fucking, to be precise.  Those of you who follow the lives of Mel and Trisha with regularity will already know that most of their escapades end in disaster.  If this particular foray goes wrong then chances are at least one of them will be off to the casualty department.  Or maybe ‘that’ clinic again, who knows?

And it won’t be for the first time, will it?  Do you remember what happened when Mel got carried away with the champagne bottle?  That’s a night I think we’d all rather forget.  Luckily for her there was some left in it but seriously, some things are enough to put you off for life.  And it makes you wonder if this little adventure is going to be any different.

Most times, things go embarrassingly badly for our girls but sometimes, hopefully this time, it will all go fantastically well.  And learning a new sexual technique is never without it’s trials so I’m sure we’ll all learn something or other.  In this story, Mel will fulfil a very naughty fantasy and Trisha is going to learn that being a dominatrix can be quite good fun.  I wonder how they’ll end up?

As you know, Mel and Trisha have been best friends for a very long time, since the met at school in fact.  They’re not a couple, just best mates.  They’re not gay either, well not in the true lesbian sense of the word.  They just happen to be next to each other a lot when they’re shagging, and they have been known to help each other out when things got busy.

Don’t ask me how these things happen, they just do.  Trisha, as we know, is still putting the hours in at the opticians, and the job is starting to get to her.  Mel on the other hand, is happily working away in the solicitors office.

Talking of which, it’s been a long day at the office for Mel.  She hasn’t been home long when the doorbell started to ring.  ‘Who’s that at the door at this time of night?’ she wondered.  Honestly, it’s Wednesday night, I haven’t even had dinner yet.  And now some arse is leaning on the doorbell.  You’d better not be the God-squad again.

As Mel’s wondering what culinary delights she’s going to create out of an empty fridge, she opens the door.

Hi Mel, I thought you’d be in.  Well don’t stand there gawping girl, kettle on. Trisha breezes past her, into the flat, dropping her handbag onto the table.  Had a good day? she asks over her shoulder.

Come in, why don’t you? said Mel, shutting the door and following her down the hallway into the kitchen.  Tea, alright?  I haven’t got anything stronger, I’m afraid, it’s only Wednesday.

Trisha had already beaten her to the kettle and was taking two mugs from the cupboard.  She turned around, hand on hips, and looked at Mel.  I mean, why do we do this?

Do what?  Barge in like you own the place or drink tea on Wednesdays?

"No, I mean this.  This. she said, spreading her arms in exasperation.  You live over here, I live over there, and we don’t see each other for most of the week.  I was sat in all on my own all last night, bored out of my skull.  Honestly, Mel, it’s doing my head in.  After work I’ve got nothing to do.  Every day’s the sodding same.  So today I thought ‘I know, I’ll go and see Mel’."

Like I need cheering up or something?  Maybe you need a boyfriend or something, Trisha.

Boyfriend?  No thanks.  I’ve tried that too many times?  They just get in the way, don’t they?  Why is it that they always starts with flowers yet it always ends in tears?  And anyway, at our age Mel, you’re either going to get someone else’s kids or someone else’s socks.  And I don’t want either.  Sod that.

Yeah, you’re probably right.  Maybe we’ve been doing this single life for too long.  Maybe we should have settled down by now.  Found a nice bloke and that.  I don’t know.  What I do know is that it’s Wednesday night and I’m knackered, so thanks for the visit.  I am honoured to be graced by your presence.  And she curtsied.  Anything else?

Trisha took Mel’s cheek between thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze.  No love, you’re alright.  I knew you’d appreciate the visit.  Where’s the sugar?

Top shelf.  You should know by now, there’s only you that uses it.  If you want something to do, you could try reading a book, you know.  Or go and learn something.

"Tried both and got bored with them too.  There’s nothing on the telly these days and books bore me stupid, which is probably a little self defeating and not how it’s supposed to happen.  And