Chapter 2

Sara was still just a little sad to see their dates come to an end, but happy because it meant she got to kiss Melleny. They could always exchange kisses during the date, but then the concluding goodbye liplock might feel less special. Sara didn’t want to do anything that could make things feel less special. She also made her tongue behave itself when they kissed. At this point in the relationship, only the lips got to have the fun.

When they weren’t together, they were usually at work. They unfortunately couldn’t converse via E-mails, as while Sara worked on a computer, Mel did not. They’d need to rely on texts during business hours. The only computers in the Juniper Wellness parlor where Melleny worked were used by the management. Her job was to have clients on her table, soothing their pressured joints with her hands, fingers, knuckles, and elbows.

Departing Sara’s at the end of their first date, in a moment of absentminded flirtiness, Sara happened to ask Mel if she performed happy endings. Melleny was amused, this being the first time she’d been asked this question by another woman. Oh, she’d been asked by gentlemen a number of times, both seriously and as a joke. Under normal circumstances, the answer was, “Definitely not. And even if I did, I’m gay.” However, replace a patron with Sara, remove the professional relationship, and the answer morphed into, “…Mmm, well, not right now.” She could see herself…perhaps, just maybe…but only in her mind. She wasn’t ready for anything past this point.

Still, just as for Sara, it was fun for Mel to imagine taking things further. Fantasies were harmless, as long as not acted upon without permission. Neither had any concrete idea how the other was feeling. But while Sara was dreaming about how to describe them without a space between the words “girl friends,” Mel was having sweet thoughts of love too. She wondered how Sara’s tongue tasted. She wondered how her bare skin felt past her hands and arms. She wondered just how insanely ticklish her feet were. Sara let no one touch (the soles of) her feet, which with Mel’s hands-on profession and mentality piqued her curiosity. Speaking of tactility, she wondered too if there were any spots on Sara’s body that turned her knees to Jell-O. Once she even caught herself picturing them spooning naked. She gave her head a shake, jarring the thought loose, telling herself she shouldn’t be imagining such things…yet.

Melleny was by nature a little more reserved and grounded. Sara had more of a free-spirited spur-of-the-moment impulsiveness that Mel really liked. Mel wished she could be more spontaneous like her galpal. What she didn’t know, on the other hand, was that Sara in turn really admired Mel in this regard, and kind of wished she wasn’t so extroverted all the time. Something about a person with an inhibition about him- or herself intrigued Sara and struck her as fascinatingly elusive. Her, she was vocal. Sara’d always been pretty keen on the sound of her own voice, and had more than her share to say. Whatever the subject might be, she could find something to jump in with.

They didn’t know how well they really complemented each other. What Sara suspected, though, was by the time the equinox arrived, her heart was already in full bloom. As she noticed the most recent text message Mel sent, she picked up her phone and kissed it. She focused enough to get her work done, but each moment of break time was devoted to any number of facets leading back to one heavenly entity: Melleny…Alison…Hayes.

She wanted to do something for her, something to make Mel feel as special as she made her feel, but wasn’t sure what. Then sometime around 2:00, a wonderful idea hit.

Oh, I know! Maybe I could write her a super-sweet love letter! Or…

The Fleetwood Mac song lyrics floated into her mind.

Sara…you’re the poet in my heart…never change…and don’t you ever stop…

…Ooh, or a poem! Oh, I like that even better!

Her beloved Melleny was spending this evening with her folks, and Jake was also unavailable, so Sara was flying solo. A perfect opportunity to write my poem, she thought excitedly. So returning home after work, she tossed her backpack on the couch, seized her laptop, sat it on the desk in her room, cracked the window ajar—just enough to let the fresh air supply her with a little inspiration—readied the writing program in her OS, aired out her shirtsleeves with one emphatic flick of the wrists, and got to work.

Well, she didn’t immediately get to work. She wasn’t a poetry expert. She tried to think of how to begin. She let her fingers traverse the keyboard, prancing randomly, spelling out a mess of gobbledy-nonsense, studying what was going on outside. She deleted the folderol from her digital dance, and started jotting ideas to incorporate. Hmm…okay, well, now she had something with which to start working…

A snack, that was what she needed. All right, she thought, jaunting to the pantry and returning with a baggie of potato chips and a juice box. She wiggled her fingers over the keys, pondering. Now…what would I say if I were writing a normal letter?

She gathered some elements she liked. Let’s see, spring…no, no, actually, summer. I like summer better. And…’s pretty breezy. Trees and flowers’re coming to life, that’s nice. Should I include something about how my heart beats for her, or vice versa? What sort of rhyme scheme should I use? I know it doesn’t have to rhyme, but I’d like it to…

She told herself not to make it too complicated. It’s just a simple poem, after all. And it’s not even as if Mel asked for it. She doesn’t even know I’m writing it. It’ll be a surprise.

One and a half hours, three juice boxes and a dozen or so chicken nuggets later, Sara had banged out a rough draft of a love poem to her angel, of which she felt pretty proud. She read it over, checking for typos, adding little touches here and there, polishing it all up, making sure she was happy with the rhythm and rhyme, and decided she was done.

It had no title, but that didn’t bother her much. She saved, and was about to send it to her inbox when an additional bolt of inspiration struck. She wondered how cool it would be if she did something a little unique, and modified it to old Shakespearean English? Oooh, yeah! she decided. That’s romantic! I love that idea!

She went online to consult the appropriate tenses and conjugations, and another short while later, her poem was really finished. Very, very proud of herself, she shut the window, sat with a contented sigh, and read it over once more, this time out loud.

But this one final time, hearing herself read the words…something happened to Sara. Prior to now, this mere project consisted of the simple act of typing words on electronic paper. But at this moment, with the finished product before her, she realized…

…Just how genuine and true it all was.

She’d sat down to write a nice, sweet little poem, which she’d indeed done. But she hadn’t expected this to happen. She thought about how much the girl really did mean to her, that Melleny Hayes had become the light of her life. Rereading it now, with the context of Mel in mind to apply it all…tears came to her eyes.

My Goddess, I am in love.

Suddenly, there was no doubt left in her mind. She had solved that mystifying riddle toying with her mind three months before. The answer was a resounding yes.

Incredible… she thought. In 28 years, Sara Kelton had virtually no idea how it felt to fall or be in love. She’d nary a clue how she’d managed to toss together a piece of work that magically turned into the perfect declaration of devotion, and a brilliant description of Melleny, suiting her to a tee. Seemingly effortless. And yet…

Sara never had the opportunity most did as teenagers, finding someone on whom to hopelessly crush, possibly leading to love or more. She didn’t even know she was gay until 20, when her idol, heroine and goddess Velette appeared on her radio and TV. She’d believed she was in love with her at the time, not yet aware the feelings she bore towards Velette were really adoration and worship, disguised as romance.

Oh, she could certainly see herself engaging in a lively sexual romp with Velette, no question about that. But what Sara didn’t know was that while she could fantasize about making love to her all she wanted, she could never actually be in love with her. Aside from the obvious fact that she had her life and roots here, and Velette traveled all over the world on tour, Sara could see now her vivid, erotic dream about Velette Voxe on her birthday morning had been wrong. She wasn’t in this kind of love with her favorite singer. She was in idolizing fan love with her.

She was in take-my-breath-away-I’d-die-for-you love with Melleny Alison Hayes.

If someone asked how she knew, she couldn’t describe it. She could just tell she was. Something in her heart told her. In some astonishing, inexplicable way…she just knew.

Omigosh, I’m in LOVE! I really, really am! For the first time in my life, I’m in looooooove!!

She jumped from her chair and leapt onto the bed, laughing and crying simultaneously.

“I’M IN LOVE!” she shrieked, jumping on the bed as if floating in mid-air. “I’m so happy! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe I’m really, actually in love! This is the best day of my life!“

Her celebration was interrupted by another realization. Oh… she thought. But…does Melleny feel the same way about me??

Abruptly, so helplessly ecstatic as she’d been ten seconds ago, Sara became as fearful. If Melleny didn’t feel the same way she did…she could risk having her heart broken.

She knew Mel liked her, certainly, and as more than a friend; they’d been on enough dates and shared enough kisses to sense that. And it was good reassurance. She nodded and told herself not to be afraid. Even if Mel wasn’t in love with her yet, Sara was certain she would-slash-could-slash-should be eventually.

Again, she had just to be patient, and wait.

But all of a sudden…waiting seemed so much harder than before.

Tuesday, March 25th, 2014, 9:32 p.m.

Sara’s heart beat furiously as she removed each article one by one. Once completely naked, she pulled the comforters off the bed. Fueled by her newly discovered and unmistakable love for her cherished Mel, she couldn’t wait to get in that king-size and show it the wildest, hottest, most passionate one-woman show it ever saw.

Yet, once again, she mustn’t rush. She couldn’t make the passion—or herself—come before it was time, or the act would lose intensity. The climax would turn anticlimactic. She could feel her heart pounding beneath her eager tits as she sprawled on her back, tossing her hair out so it cascaded over the pillows. She dropped her arms to her sides, stretched and slid them at mirroring angles all the way up to her head, while spreading her legs as far apart as they’d go. She’d essentially just made a snow angel in bed.

Once her limbs were good and stretched, she reached for the silk scarf she and Melleny used to blindfold each other, heightening the excitement of little games they played. She raised her head just enough to tie the scarf over her own eyes. She wanted to focus on zero but Mel one hundred percent, and have nothing in view to distract her.

Autoblinded, she dropped her head and left arm, and started slow and easy. She placed her right palm over herself, betwixt the legs, gingerly finger-combing her bush.

Her brain picked up the sensation, signaling a quick message to the rest of her: Attention, body. Turn on libido, and allow time to power up; jilling will commence imminently. Activate memory, search under all files: Melleny.

She retrieved as much Melleny-related information as could be located in her mental library, and decided there was more than enough to keep her brain and pussy occupied.

Occasionally while jilling off, Sara fantasized about more than one girl, simultaneously if she was feeling adventurous. But this was before she realized how hard she’d fallen for Melleny. Determining now whom to fantasize about was a piece of cake. But what…

It was an ideal chance to unlock this hidden pleasuredome, if she could only settle upon the finest scenario to play out. Roleplaying, certainly, but what role? Something S&M-related? Nah, maybe next time. Psychological mind torture? Mm…nah, not in the mood.

The concept of a sexual fantasy involving vindictiveness or cruelty struck her as dangerously fun, but she couldn’t imagine finding one cruel bone in Melleny’s body. Making pure love to her would do just fine. But her mind was in a playful, frisky mood, wanting to see what it might be able to cook up.

Maybe, she thought, We could pretend to “play doctor.” Or she could imagine Mel giving her an aggro sexual massage…but then again, Melleny was a professional masseuse. The fact that she did this for a living kind of diluted the excitement from the idea. But her submissive nature wanted a sex game or activity in which she could place a dominant Mel over her, and surrender to her will. Ooh, yes, just that idea turns me on by itself.