Meeting Melanie

Meeting Melanie came at the start of quite an eventful time for me. I was 19, had many sexual encounters from a young age, (of which of course I can’t tell you about on this site), and believe it or not was looking for a stable relationship rather than going with as many partners as possible, of which my peers, whom were later starters than me, were doing.
Now Melanie was not the usual type of girl I aim for, (no I didn’t live by if it was female, fuck it!). She was about the same height as me for a start 5’8” (no I don’t profess to be 6’4” like most guys who write on here), athletic shoulders, heavier built but still feminine and what I would call handsome rather than pretty. She was a blue eyed blonde and although wasn’t short on the bust department, 36C, her boobs actual didn’t look that big on her. I suppose I was attracted to her because she was fairly new in the village, moving from up north somewhere and some of the guys had had a pop at her but she had got the “Frigid” label because she wouldn’t let them touch her, other than kissing. You could say it was because of the challenge that she intrigued me?
To cut a long story short I got off with her and we had a relationship that was no more than kissing for about a month, to be honest I didn’t try anything more than that. I suppose because of my none attempts (don’t ask why I didn’t, I suppose I was just enjoying a none pressurised relationship), Melanie invited to to stay over one week-end. Now this may seem not unusual to most but bear in mind Melanie lived in the same village, only ½ a mile from my house. To explain: Melanie lived with her mother, Ann and her mothers ex brother in law Richard, he had been married to Ann’s sister but had split up and Ann had separated from her husband. They now lived together, with Melanie but there was no physical relationship between Ann and Richard, so I was told and didn’t see anything whilst in there company which would suggest anything different.
I regularly went around and spent time in the evening either in conversation with Melanie, Ann & Richard over tea or we would watch a film on the T.V. Richard didn’t enjoy T.V. so was never in on our telly nights. Usually Melanie and I would sit on “our” settee”, or couch as the Americans call it, whilst Ann would sit in her favourite chair.
There was something about the way Melanie asked if I would stop over that at first I didn’t pick up on, (unusually slow ), that was until one of her girlfriends, on the previous Wednesday night in the pub said something to me with a wicked smile on her face, I didn’t quite catch what she said but I got the gist of her hint. “Melanie is really looking forward to spending the night with you (wink)” she had said. Now I was under the impression that I was merely house sitting with her, as I have said previously I had put Melanie under no pressure at all to make out.
On the Friday evening we said our goodbyes to Ann & Richard, who were going to some festival or other, and made ourselves something to eat. We went to the pub for a couple of drinks and went back to Melanie’s house, switched on the telly and settled down in “Our settee”. Nothing unusual and to be honest I’d forgotten about the hint from Wednesday night until Melanie got up and walked out of the room, with no explanation. I sat there for a few moments (like a lemon) until I heard the shower going upstairs.