Chapter 5

“…I can’t live without you.”

She sniffled, wiping her nose. “My only hope was that you felt the same way about me.”

“Well…gosh, honey…why couldn’t you tell me this on the phone?”

“I would’ve…” Mel hesitated. “But like I said, I was afraid.”

“Well, like I told you, Sara, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And the way my parents felt about me really kinda hit home. And the more dates we’ve gone on, and the closer we’ve got, I could tell this was developing into much more—well, for me, anyway,” she added. “I knew I was feeling something a lot deeper and stronger for you…but…I didn’t know how to tell you before tonight, that…”

She paused for a breath. Sara raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. And when Mel looked back up and said it…even if Sara hadn’t heard her voice, she’d have still been able to tell in her sapphire eyes.

There they were. The magic words. But this time, it wasn’t a dream, imagination or fantasy. Sara heard them, from Melleny’s lips to her own ears, for the first time ever. And just like in her dreams and fantasies, they instantly gave Sara an emotional orgasm. Her heart erupted with amorousness, and sent her through a mental climax.

The next segment of Mel’s narration reflected Sara’s own outlook. “But when I heard your voice message, and heard you say it to me, I knew everything would be okay. And I wouldn’t have to worry or be scared anymore. ‘Cause you love me too.”

Sara felt her own emotions getting the better of her again. She sniffled joyfully.

“Well, y’know, I, uh…” she giggled, “I just decided that I…well…I wanted to come over. Y’know? I just thought, to hell with the consequence!”

Melleny smiled, playing along. “Yup…you told me you loved me, that’s all I believe.”

Sara kept it going. “That’s right, I…wanted to come over. It was a need I couldn’t explain. Just…to see you again. I…just wanted to come over.”

They laughed together. Once the laughter tapered off, finally letting it sink in, they gazed into one another’s eyes. Sara brushed some of Mel’s hair out of her face, and kissed away the dried trails on her cheeks. Melleny took Sara’s face in her hands, not wanting to wait another minute to let her lips do the talking for her…so to speak.

Ten seconds later, they’d plunged into the proclamation of mutual love. Holding, caressing, locking and unlocking lips, passing soft sighs, sultry breaths and sweet nothings to and fro. And this time, their tongues did get in on the action. Had Sara been able to recall the details from her dream of them back in December, she would’ve picked up a startling similarity between it and the reality going on right now.

Even though she couldn’t bring back the varied elements of the dream, she could remember the dream itself. And she couldn’t believe it; it was coming true! The sighs and moans deepened and richened with each moment, hands floating, passing over each other, lips trading a dozen variations of “I love you”s. Eventually bringing their romance to another level, Sara and Melleny slid their bodies from a sitting-up position to a horizontal sprawl, so they could snuggle and make out like bandits on Mel’s couch. Melleny ended up on top, which was more than fine with Sara.

After an immeasurable span of kissing like kids, fondling, exploring each other, fingertips finding their ways along, inhaling one another’s sweet scents, nipples and clits solidifying, Melleny’s larger tits dancing on Sara’s smaller ones, longing to squeeze one another’s like the ripe melons they were, dampening pussies humping each other’s thighs…Mel peeled her lips off Sara’s to tell her something.

“You know what…lovergirl?” Melleny breathed as her soft nose tickled Sara’s cheek.

Sara giggled, kissing the nose in question nuzzling her face. “You love me?”

Mel passed a little giggle back. “Well, besides that.”

Sara let her eyes wander in thought. “You…really love me?”

Mel’s girlish laughter reminded Sara she’d just died and gone to heaven. She could just fall into those warm, crinkly, gorgeous blue eyes, and drown a happy woman.

“Well, yes, that too,” conceded Mel. “But in addition to that…I was kinda wondering if, uh…if maybe you wouldn’t be averse to, uh…”

Sara batted her innocent baby hazels, waiting eagerly to hear the rest. What Mel had told her on their first date was true of both of them. Melleny too was cute when jittery.

“…To me giving you that massage now?”

Music to her very ears. Sara knew a good thing when she heard it. She promptly reacted by wrapping Melleny in both arms and legs, magnetizing her lips to Mel’s, dancing her tongue all over inside Melleny’s mouth, squealing and wetting her panties in joy. When they broke from this kiss, Mel could see the crazed excitement in her eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Wednesday, March 26th, 2014, 10:07 p.m.

Sara’s heart was somersaulting as she lay fully naked, face-down on Mel’s queen-size, on a mat of large, fluffy towels. She’d foregone the smaller towel Mel’d offered to drape over her lower region. She wanted and needed to share every bodily inch with her princess. She felt tingles from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It took every iota of willpower and resistance not to do to herself what she’d been waiting for Melleny to do to her. But the exhilaration of feeling Mel’s hands—and who knew what more—working their magic was enough for her to hold off.

Melleny had lit a few scented candles to complement the whole soothing experience. And she had some Enya rocking the stereo (as it were) to help accomplish the same goal. Sara wasn’t the only one who came prepared.

She made herself lie still and remain patient. Her hair was pushed up out of the way, now spilling over Melleny’s pillows rather than her own. Her hands sat under the pillows, chin propped on them, eagerly drumming her fingers. Mel’d given her a few minutes—more time than necessary—to get undressed and ready. Actually, Melleny thought Sara did have the towel over her tush. She‘s in for a surprise, Sara thought impishly.

Once Mel warmed her paws and returned, she froze. Her eyes went wide at the sight of her lovergirl’s nude ass staring back at her. When Sara realized she’d come in, she turned Melleny’s way and smiled from behind her arm, only her grinning eyes visible.

Melleny stood smirking at her just a moment, warmed hands on hips, shaking her head. “You bad, bad girl,” she declared.

Sara still didn’t reveal any more of her face, but only flirted back.

“I am. I’m very very naughty. You gonna…punish me for it?”

Mel gave her that same indeterminable smile she’d presented when Sara asked her if she did happy endings. “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see, now, won’t we?”

Sara’s eyes narrowed. “Ah; you’re gonna tease me for it.”

Melleny strode around her to the dresser, where she picked up a bottle of heated oil and deposited some in her hands. Sara heard her rubbing her palms, but didn’t hear the cap snap closed. Oh goody! she thought enthusiastically. She must be planning to use a lot.

Mel, who’d changed into her nightgown, climbed up on her knees on top of Sara and straddled her waist. Which already felt so good Sara let out a little groan, even though the massage hadn’t begun yet. When Sara finally did feel those skilled fingers press into her, smearing the hot oil, applying and withdrawing from her back, neck and shoulders…the bed might as well have turned into a cloud, and Melleny an angel with the most calming, soothing fingers working her joints. Actually, calling her an angel wouldn’t even do it. She was more like her…no, not even like; she was Sara’s…

Mmmm…sorry, Velette, but I think you’ve been replaced.

“OHHHHGoddess,” Sara moaned, putting as much worship into her whimpering voice as she could. “Oh, Mel…oh, my…”

Melleny couldn’t help but be flattered. As she worked her way down, all the while coaxing similar sounds out of Sara, she unstraddled her, and sat on her left to do her lower back. And then further down to her…very nice ass, Melleny thought admiringly, quite pleased Sara’d decided to share it with her.

Ooooh, thought Sara. Lightly massaging her ass tickled, making her jump and giggle a bit, so Mel kept that minimal and descended to her calves. Rubbing her legs produced basically the same effect as did her upper body. Sara felt weightless, as if gravity never existed. Her eyes were peacefully closed, and she was feeling close to what Mel must have felt when Sara rubbed her feet that first time.

Over top of her, Melleny was feeling a naughty impulse coming on. She knew it was wayward, but also just had to find out. So with her grip fastened on Sara’s ankle, she implored, “Sara, please don’t hate me for what I’m about to do to you.”

Sara barely had time to utter a weak “Hm?” before she felt the bottom of her left foot being scratched. Rattled loose out of tranquility, she felt a laughing shout forced from her. She reflexively kicked with her free foot, beating the pillows and mattress with her fists as she let loose a hysterical, “OHNOPLEASEDON’T!!”

Mel stopped. She let go, and Sara floated back down into her skin. “Holy hell!” she exclaimed, the salty side of her vocabulary activated. “Damn it! Please don’t do that!”

“Wow!” said Melleny, genuinely surprised. “One little foot tickle did all that, huh? Gosh, Sara, you weren’t kidding!” she giggled.

Sara chuckled along, trying to make it sound good-natured. “Uh, no, honey…I wasn’t.”

But now, of course, Melleny couldn’t leave the other one alone. She knew it was mean, but again couldn’t resist. The sound Sara’d made was just so funny! She quickly tickled Sara’s right sole, and got out of the way before her feet flew into the air again.

“AAAAAHHHAHAHAHAAA!!” Sara guffawed, once more slamming her fists in the bedspread, digging her teeth into a pillow. When she caught her breath, she sputtered out, “Oh, God! No, Mel, babe, seriously, please don’t. No joke. My Mom used to hold me down and tickle my feet to punish me when I was little! I really can’t stand it!”

“Well, there you go then,” Mel replied. “You’ve now been taught your lesson.”

Sara exhaled with a wry giggle. “You do realize now I’m gonna have to teach you one.”

“If it’s anything like what you consider a punishment, I look forward to it,” Mel commented. “Now roll over. C’mon, lemme see those goodies.”

“MMmm,” a pleased Sara smirked, turning on her back. She knew she’d be doing so eventually, and had prepared her modesty. This was the first time Mel would see her fully naked. Once on her back, she laid her arms at her sides, no point in covering her hard nipples or moist pussy. She just smiled, as if to say, “Well, here they are; like ’em?”

Melleny began working her shoulders and below her neck. This took about two minutes but felt like two hours to Sara, who was now impatient for Mel to get to the real goods. But once yet again, the whole theme of this relationship—at least on her end—was patience. Don’t rush, she calmly ordered herself. This is only the very evening you’ve been waiting for your entire freaking life, that’s all. Take it easy and enjoy it.

Just as Sara’s right paw was about to misbehave itself and snake its way inside Mel’s gown, between her legs, her masseuse mistress began groping and spreading her fingertips over Sara’s heaving titties.

“OOOOH!!” Sara grinned with delight, arching her back, pushing her boobs into Mel’s hands like vacuum attachments. Mel had seen this smile many times, but seldom on the face of a girl she loved. Occasionally, a client would make a move back on Melleny, and only now would it be welcome. But whether Mel was ready or not, Sara was about to return the favor, slipping her hand up inside the nightgown. When she found Melleny’s proud breasts, thrilled to feel no bra in the way, her arousal was taken up another notch.

“Ooh-hoo-hoo-hooooo!” whooped Sara, eyes shut, gripping her firm, curvaceous orbs. The sensation turned her a little silly, but that was how she got in this state. She was so turned on it was impossible to pull her switch down. She interrupted the massage to draw Melleny close and kiss her, blazing up some more fiery passion. Mel put things on hold so they could enjoy another bout of fooling around. They singed each other’s lips and tongues with their torridity. Sara got so fired up so rapidly, she eventually had to put the kissing on pause to say, “…Baby?”

Sara signaled that she needed no more massaging, with two simple rasped words.

Mel could read the rest in her eyes: Go right to the happy ending, captress of my heart.

Melleny flashed her a smoky smile. “You ready to lose it, Sara?”

Sara nodded. “Yes…and I’m quite ready to lose my virginity, too.”

Melleny laughed, this of course being what she was referring to. She slid down horizontally to be parallel with Sara, danced her fingers over Sara’s tummy, jeté’ing over her bellybutton and skipping the rest of the way. Sara’s heart revved to warp speed as she felt Mel about to touch her pussy for the first time. Her index and middle fingers trekked the remainder of the path, sending what were by now uncontrollable spasms through Sara’s entire body. Sara wanted to seize her wrist and quickly help it along.