Chapter 6

When Melleny reached her bush and found her way to the first magic spot, Sara felt the tingles jump all over her. She’d already been trembling just waiting for it. But once she could feel her beloved girlfriend now actually fondling her naked pussy—in real life, no dream—she fell in love with Mel all over again.

She had to touch Melleny too. She just had to. She stroked Mel’s belly and ribs, riding fingertips up the left side of her body till she could reach her neck and jawline. Mel urged her to unfasten her nightgown buttons. But the path of Sara’s hand was aimless, no longer in control of her own faculties. Melleny’s left hand cradled Sara’s neck, tilting her head back as they continued kissing, and turning up the heat on Sara’s oven.

A short spell later, Mel made her way inside Sara. Feeling her angel at long last achieve penetration, she felt it in her heart too. They hadn’t ceased kissing, and now with a clear path for her arms, she reached around Mel and held her body close. “Yes…please…sweetheart…” Sara murmured between kisses. She rubbed Melleny between the legs, which was gladly allowed. She stopped just prior to entering Mel’s cunt, as if to ask, “May I please?”

Both girls sweated, exerting heavy breaths. Every part of Sara was going crazy. As in her original dream about Velette four months ago, Sara found herself in such hopeless love with Melleny, she could barely determine if she was approaching the ‘o’ or not. But even though she couldn’t remember every moment, she told herself exactly what she’d told herself in the original dream. Am I cumming…am I not cumming…oh, what could possibly feel better than this anyway…stop analyzing it, Sara. Just enjoy it.

Sara slipped her fingers gently and ladylike through Melleny’s pussy, to guide her as to how she liked to be stroked: slow, soft and easy. When Mel picked up and mirrored her technique, Sara threw out a deep, hot moan. That’s it, she wordlessly told Mel. That’s just how I like it. Please keep doing that. Please.

Manually feeding Sara’s starving cunt, Mel’s mouth was tiring. So she unlipped her and dropped her head to nestle beside Sara’s, nuzzling her neck. Sara’s eyes fluttered.

“Oh Mel, I love you so mohhhh!” Sara’s statement was cut off as Mel located her g-spot. The sensation reminded her of her fantasy off to which she’d jilled just last night. Oh, YES! she recalled. Eyes already shut, she mentally took herself back to the downtown district. Lying submissive on the street, Melleny delivering thrust after thrust for the crowd of female onlookers, many of whom were getting pretty aroused themselves.

Sara whimpered and squeaked, her emissions of pleasure growing in volume and intensity. Words could no longer describe her delirium. If heaven had its own heaven, Sara was floating still far above both.

My life…has been made. I’ve met the girl of my dreams…I’m in tremendous love with her…she’s in love with me…and we are having beautiful, intimate, magical, perfect sex. I’m so happy…I’m so happy I’m…I’m not even gonna look for a more eloquent way to say it. I, AM, SO, HAPPY!! I’m so happy…I’m…OH, good heavens, I’m gonna cum!

Her larynx injected her gasps with vocal input, communicating her imminent departure from reality. “M-Mel, swee—…sweetie I’m…I’m gon-cuh—…I’m c—…” She couldn’t seem to get it out. She was salivating, and kept stumbling over her words. It didn’t matter, she told herself. She’d let her banshee-like screams do the talking for her.

Melleny watched, feeling very proud of herself. Unlike Sara, she wasn’t a virgin, but hadn’t exactly performed a happy ending before—on a girlfriend, or anyone, really. So when Sara asked after their first date, rather than dampen her enthusiasm with the truth, Mel decided to be cute and skirt the question.

But she could now see that if she’d lied, she could’ve fooled Sara. She knew she was a skilled masseuse, but not that she was so good at this part. This was the impression she got by Sara’s still arched back, tilted head, drooling mouth and hormonal shrieking. Either she was pretty damn good at this, or Sara was pretty damn in love with her.

Or both, she realized, as two short seconds later, Sara tried to lean up to address her.

“Mel…” she breathed, “Babe…please tell me you love me. Please tell me, and mean it.”

Not yet aware of the incredible power this phrase had over Sara, Mel felt this was just a sweet, heartfelt gesture…until she actually said it. She sidled up close, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear—

“I love you, Sara Kelton.“

Sure enough, it was perfect timing; the magic words from the magic voice triggered what proved to date to be Sara Jane Kelton’s ultimate orgasm.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” she cried wildly, the requisite tears spilling from her dazzled eyes. Her heart burst with elation, and her cum spurted forth from her cunt like a geyser, caking Mel’s fingers.

Mel didn’t expect that. She was surprised, but extremely flattered. She repeated the short two-step gesture: kissing her cheek, and whispering, “I love you, Sara” in her ear.

“AAAHHHHHH!!” Sara reiterated, her voice cracking the falsetto register. Melleny felt a look of fascinated discovery paint her face. Eureka, she grinned, realizing she’d found the key to the Mystical Land of Sara. For the next fifteen seconds, all Sara heard was, “I love you, Sara. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, babe. I love you, angel. I love you, darling. I love you, cupcake. I love you, honey bunny. I love you, lovergirl…”

Melleny drove Sara so madly blind with love and devotion she momentarily robbed her of the ability to see straight. To say nothing of all but giving her laryngitis. Sara’s lungs had barely reeled from her last explosive orgasm twenty-four hours ago. When Mel saw it’d run its course, she delicately exited Sara’s exhausted, drained coochie.

She sucked off her fingers with enthrallment. She was no virgin, but had never satisfied a girl with just her digits before, and definitely never one she knew she was in absolute love with. Melleny Hayes couldn’t have sex with a woman she didn’t love. She’d really believed she loved Gail, the woman she was with before Sara. They’d been intimate, but this turned out to be all it was—sex. When Mel realized she didn’t actually love her, she was disappointed, but not as much as Gail. It was conceivably possible she could’ve grown to love Gail, if given the time she needed to find out. Much as Mel wanted to part ways on good terms, it just wasn’t an option. Sadly, Gail just wanted and needed more than Melleny could give her.

Somehow, though, she knew Sara was and would be different. Sara was so sweet and full of love, a breath of fresh air for Mel, who hadn’t always seen the most benevolent women. At the concert when Velette sang to her, there was something about her innocent, glowing face that made her think, …She’s different. She looks…nice. And pleasant. And really cute. And when Velette sang her name, and she dropped to her knees and started crying, Melleny was so touched she melted a bit. Looking back, she might’ve fallen for Sara a little even then. She really had just begun to be in deep love with her today, and when she heard Sara say it in the voicemail, her spirit soared.

A few moments later, Sara opened her fuzzy eyes. She looked around till she caught sight of Mel smiling down at her. She sat up, blinking and rubbing her peepers. She saw that Mel was still wearing her nightgown and that she was still naked on the towels.

“Did, uh…did I…um…?” she asked shyly.

“I‘ll say,” replied Mel, showing her the residual proof. Sara blushed.

“…Am I dreaming?” was Sara’s follow-up question.

“Well, I sure hope not; I’d hate to have to wake up from this. Wouldn’t you?”

Sara giggled, taking another swipe at her moist eyes.

“Well, gosh, I…” She sniffled. “I-I just don’t even know what to say.”

A shrug. “‘I love you, Melleny’ comes to mind,” her girlfriend suggested.

Thursday, March 27th, 2014, 12:43 a.m.

When Sara’s energy replenished, she located her clothes and got dressed, and went to collect her belongings. Then she remembered she’d only brought the essentials, in her rush over to comfort Melleny. Oh, yeah, and of course that frozen pizza.

“Are you leaving, honey?” asked Melleny.

“Well, I presumed it’d be the logical thing to do, having to work and all tomorrow.”

“Oh…well, I mean, I was just kinda thinking, if you wanted to stay over…I’d love to sleep snuggled up together with ya.”

“If you don’t mind me unconsciously kicking the daylights out of you.”

“Oh, I think you’d be all right,” disagreed Melleny. “If we spooned, I think I could keep you from getting too outta control.”

Sara thought. “Is that gonna mess up your schedule?”

“No, no, as it turns out,” Mel announced. “When my boss saw how messed up I was today, she gave me tomorrow off to recupe.”

“Oh, well, good for you, babe!” said Sara. “Wish I was off too.”

“Well, I’m not gonna encourage you to call in sick or anything. We can always spend the night together some other time. Hell…Sara…” said Mel, taking her hands. “…Honey, we can have a whole life together.”

“I guess we’re officially girlfriends then, huh?”

Sara beatifically beamed. “I love you,” she intoned one more time, soft and low. They kissed again, this kiss more soft and loving than the passionate kisses of fire they’d shared earlier in the evening.

There was a lot on Sara’s mind. She didn’t want to go home either; she really wanted to spoon in bed with Mel too. She could take them back to her place, with her king-size bed, but then Melleny’d be woken by the alarm clock…unless Sara decided to call out and deactivate it. Oh, she’d figure out her job schedule in due time. She suddenly felt very tempted to take the day off. She hadn’t taken a day off in what felt like months; she deserved one. Just to spend with Melleny, hanging out, taking a walk, enjoying nature…

Oh! That reminded her. “Sweetheart, where’s your computer?” Sara asked.

“It’s in my office. Why?”

“Point me to it, please,” Sara requested. “I just remembered, I have something for you.”

Sara went online, brought up her E-mail and found it. She’d typed it up in her inbox in capital letters. “I actually just wrote this for you the other day,” she explained, demure and bashful. “I’m not a professional or anything, but I like how it turned out.”

She held Mel’s hands, looking coyly down at her feet as Melleny read her poem.

THOU ART TO ME A SUMMER EVE, A GRACEFUL BREEZE THAT BLOWS

A VERSE THAT DOTH IMMORTALIZE, A GENTLY BLOOMING ROSE

THOU ART TO ME THE PUREST HEART, THAT BEATS THE FAIREST BEAT

I SHALL BE THINE FOREVER MORE, FOR THOU ART MY LOVE SO SWEET.

“Aw, I love it!” Mel exalted. “It’s beautiful!”

Sara let her face redden to that shy crimson blush she famously sported. “Well, I’m really really happy you like it,” she said. “See, uh…the other day, when I wrote it, I, uh…” She shrugged. “…That’s when I realized I was in love with you.”

Mel linked their arms and put her head on Sara’s shoulder. “I’m in love with you too.”

Sara made her decision. “Y’know what? I’m taking the day off. I wanna be with my girl.”

Mel gasped and clapped her hands. “Yay!” she exclaimed, with the joy of a small child.

“Just one thing though,” said Sara. “Can we go to my house so I can turn off my alarm? And we don’t have to sleep at my place, but don’t forget, I’ve got the king-size.”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right,” Melleny admitted. “We can sleep here next time.”

“We can do anything we jolly well feel like, babe,” proclaimed Sara.

“That we can…and just about anything would be fine with me. Except, um…” Mel looked down. “Next time we go to the movies, can we see something…not scary?”

“Come along then, my darling,” said Sara in a cute voice. “I have a lovely old Fleetwood Mac song I wanna sing to you on the way home. It’s, uh…it’s called ‘Sara.’ Shocker, I know, right? But, I’ll change it to ‘Melleny’ instead, just for you.”

In the sea of love…

Where everyone would love to drown…

But now it’s gone…

It doesn’t matter anymore…

When you build your house then please call me home…

You’re the poet in my heart…

And don’t you ever, ever stop.