Chapter 5

Mel was instantly turned on by her authoritativeness. Yes ma’am!

Lips practically glued together, Sara and Melleny fumbled to their feet, groping and gasping. Sara took Mel by the hands and led her down the dream-distorted hall to her room. She pushed the door open with her tightly jeans-hugged butt, and they stumbled in. Hormones zipped through the air as hints of perspiration materialized.

Sara pried her lips off Mel long enough to rasp, “…Count of three…shirts off…deal?”

“One…two…three.”

In a quick, fluid motion, Sara and Melleny took hold of their shirts around the hems, paused kissing, whipped them over their heads, off their bodies, let them fall where they would, and resumed making out. They did a modicum of feeling about for the bed, and lowered onto it together. Finally stationed at their base, they seized one another and commenced to surfing the mattress, generating pleasure waves.

The only word that came to Melleny’s mind between their fiery kisses was, “Damn.”

“Why, thank you, honey,” Sara sultrily replied.

After a few more minutes, mutually green-lighting, they further undressed. Sara’s nomadic hands found the back of Melleny’s bra and Melleny’s hers, and unhooked them together. And Sara was able to capture the bosomy warmth of Mel’s swelling breasts against her. Sara liked them on the sizable side, and Melleny’s were fortuitously a cup size larger than her own. Sara twisted and turned, grinding their chests together.

“My Goddess…” she whispered, feeling Mel unbutton her jeans. She returned the favor.

Once their jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, they slid them down, yanked them off and kicked them to the floor. Vastly enjoying the revelation of each new naked area, they entwined legs, took a deep breath, and at long last, down slid the panties. They couldn’t go past the knees, gams entangled like vines around themselves, but neither cared. All that mattered was that the key areas were fully accessible. Arms still crisscrossed behind each other’s backs, they fondled and gripped one another’s bare asses, reveling in the double voluptuousness, two curvy soft bods comingling.

My gosh…I have never felt so lucky to be a lesbian, Sara lovingly thought to her.

I know… Mel responded. Straight girls have no IDEA what they’re missing.

The action in the bed was so potently hot it took the temperature in the entire room up a degree. Sara was still enjoying the texture of Melleny’s smooth, round backside, when Melleny flipped things up another notch, slipping her hand between Sara’s legs in front.

The magic touch forced Sara to break from the kiss. “MMMmmohhhh!” she moaned as their lips snapped apart. She gratefully and eagerly whipped her free hand around and reciprocated, fondling Melleny’s pussy in return, mirroring the patterns of dexterity Mel deftly weaved on her. Sara raised her upper leg and bended her knee to give easier access. Mel went a slightly different way, lifting her upper leg, letting Sara’s paw further in, and then clamping down on it, her patient but longing cunt hungry for love.

Sara’s was just as patient and hungry, but wanted her owner’s legs to stay as wide open as possible, granting Mel the most entry one woman could give another. Meanwhile, the hands pinned under each other’s sides did what they could, groping, scratching, reaching between shoulder blades to snake through one another’s hair.

Their lips retained business, now also groaning, pleading, begging for release. The fingers of their free hands had each burrowed far enough to explore their respective pussies. They relied on the dream to relate what they desired without spoken words.

Hard and fast. And you?

A little more slow, soft and tender.

Copied. Manual or oral?

Mmm, let’s just go with the flow, and see where it takes us.

It turned out even easier and more enjoyable than they thought. Exchanged were cries of joy, sweet nothings, lip pecks—on the cheeks, ears, noses, temples, anywhere they landed—caresses of warm breath, even an occasional bead of sweat. As for their hair, Sara’s, which was straight and to her shoulders, remained about the sides and back of her head, but Melleny’s, which acted as part of her facial décor, dangled over and tickled Sara’s eye and nose. It smelled like cherry blossoms and also a bit of honey, which delighted her olfactory senses. Sara’d have to remember to ask what brand(s) of “shampitioner” she used on it. She wished her own hair could smell this good.

Down south, their hands had penetrated, honoring each other’s wishes. Sara delivered Melleny sharp, quick, passionate thrusts of the digits, whipping her index and middle in and out of Mel’s tight pussy, struggling to nail her clit in the process. But clit or not, she was setting Melleny on fire, just as Mel slingshot Sara through the same rings of red-, blue- and white-hot divinity, conversely fondling and jilling her more gently and adoringly, with grace, delicacy, and yet just as much passion.

Sara felt Mel give her a small nudge under the side, indicating that she wished to free her other paw to bring it too aboard, and Sara hoisted herself just enough to yield and give her clearance. Sara was exceedingly pleased Mel’d made this choice, feeling a supplementary dose of manual love as Mel brushed down Sara’s jaw, under her chin, along her torso, circling her breasts. She teased her by coming to within an inch of brushing the nipples but narrowly evading them, down the tummy and back up again.

Sara was working hard to give Melleny the aggro cunt attention she so craved, not used to performing this level of hard digital labor on herself. Her other arm was still around Mel, roughly grazing her flesh with her nails, producing pink scratches on her back. The intensity was so blindingly hot, she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Her dominant forearm and wrist were starting to throb, but her pussy couldn’t give a damn so long as Melleny too kept up her end.

Mel felt herself near the same destination. It was finally clearer to Sara, who was unsure if she was performing adequately—until, that was, Melleny hungrily sank her teeth into Sara’s cheek. This startled Sara, but not enough to bring things to a standstill. She waited until Mel was through, then buried her own face into Melleny’s neck. Mel tilted her head back to accommodate her, and Sara hickeyed her beneath the jawline.

Both were gladly surprised at the staggering length of time having elapsed. It was lasting longer than either of them fathomed. Sara’s face was desperate with lust and yearning, grimacing in euphoria. She couldn’t possibly imagine she was giving Melleny a heavenly escape the likes of the journey Mel was sending her on. Unbeknownst to her, Mel was feeling the same way. Neither could turn back now. Melleny felt as if she could never go home again. Sara was trying to think of a loving, ladylike way to keep Mel as her sex slave, chained to her bed if necessary. Their lovemaking had proved to go above and beyond everything either of them thought it could.

And then…Melleny made a turn for the brave.

On the spot. The words made her instantly orgasm. She couldn’t believe it herself, slammed head-on by an abrupt, explosive climax from out of left field. It was anything but expected. For Sara Kelton, who adored romance, who longed for commitment, to whom the intimate and passionate had always gone hand in hand—love and lust together as one, never wanting one without the other—perceiving and processing those three magnificent words transported her to the land of hopes and dreams, where she’d forever longed to be taken, by a woman who loved her. Suddenly, her dusty heart was unlocked, and those three tiny little words were the key.

And as did her heart and mind, her pussy surrendered and gave itself over, rewarding them with a glorious orgasm brought wholly on by Mel’s genuine love and adoration in that split-second. It felt like she was falling upwards to land in a cloud-like field of flowers and butterflies. She glued her lips to Melleny’s and vowed never to let go.

I love you too I love you too I love you too I love you too!! Sara gushed, unable to stop. Her hand departed from Melleny’s cunt as she flung both arms back around her. But Mel didn’t care, having just made the woman she truly loved happier than ever in her life. Sara gripped onto her for dear life, clutching with insurmountable devotion.

Sara, honey…are you crying?

I told you…that’s how emotional I get. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, Melleny, my love, but…thank you. To say the least.

Their lovemaking was concluded. Sara hadn’t got to quite return the favor for Mel, at least not so she thought. Mel begged to differ. Bringing Sara all the way to tears via a heart-melting orgasm felt as good as any release could for her. They lay silent awhile in a mutual afterglow. Then Dream-Sara sent another thought to Dream-Melleny’s mind.

There are just a couple of things that could make this moment any more perfect.

Sara conjured them up in her mind, one by one, and Melleny’s eyes challenged her own mind to believe, as right before them, from one side of the bed to the other, arched an actual, pure, natural rainbow. It encompassed the entire bed, illuminating the space around them with zero artificial light whatsoever. But strangely enough, Mel noticed, the bed appeared to be floating in a dark void. And though the rainbow alit it, she couldn’t see any other furnishings or décor, only the bed itself.

Before Melleny even had time to react to the rainbow, Sara too dreamt up the stars to fill the walls and ceiling. To their left, upon one of the more prominent stars indeed sat a yellow-furred, purple-pawed Dewdrop, perched regally with his swishing tail. Though she knew it was a dream, Melleny nonetheless remained stunned. You gotta be…

Oh, that’s nothing, Sara replied. Just you wait…

Mel looked. Again, in front of her disbelieving eyes, from the limitless depths of darkness, appeared…Velette Voxe. Mel’s only reaction was simple, and to the point.

“Way,” smiled Dream-Velette, reading her mind.

“Anything can happen in a lucid dream,” Sara added, talking out loud again. “Remember the live show, on my birthday? The night right before, I dreamt Velette and I made love.”

“Shut the front door!” said Melleny.

“Nope, dear Melleny, honest,” said Velette. “And I certainly don’t have to tell you what a rockin’ helluva body she has.”

“Now, you ready to be really blown away?” Sara asked Mel.

“Trust me. Close your eyes.”

“…’Kay.” Mel obeyed, and Sara closed hers as well.

“All right, and…open ’em.”

Mel did so. Here now stood Velette before them…in all Her magnificent nude splendor.

“WHOA!!” Melleny shouted, her eyes practically popping out on springs. “Damn, V—…Velette…You are smokin’ hot!“

“That was completely gratuitous,” Sara explained.

“I like completely gratuitous,” Velette assertively flirted with both of them.

“See, aren’t dreams brilliant?” Sara asked Melleny. “I mean, if this was reality, it’d probably be weird, or even creepy. But this is just…”

“Yeah, this is just super-hot!” agreed Mel.

“Now, honey, there was one more thing I wanted to ask you for,” Sara entreated, caressing Melleny’s arm lovingly. “I know I may not have any right to ask you this after you made me…cum like that, but…um…”

Melleny only gazed fondly. “…Yes?”

“Well…I’d love to feel those magic massage fingers of yours.”

Melleny was thrilled. “Oh, Sara, of course, babe!” she elatedly giggled. “Absolutely! Go ahead, turn over, and lie on your belly for me.”

Sara laid down, so that she was on her tummy, and could still see Velette. Mel sat up on top and straddled her. The opening of a mellow old ’70s ballad piped in out of thin air.

Melleny looked up. “Where did that come from?”

Velette waved a hand to her. “From Me. You two go ahead. I’ll provide the ambience.”

“Well, You’ll have to forgive me if I moan through it a little,” Sara chuckled up to Her Goddessship, face half-buried in the mattress.

Melleny began, pressing her fingers and knuckles in between Sara’s shoulder blades.

“OHHHHH!” Sara cried.

Velette grinned. “A ‘little,’ huh?”

“Oh, Goddess!” said Sara.

“You talking to me or Her?” asked Mel.

It was time for the song’s lyrics to start. Velette sat on the corner of the bed and began serenading Sara—once again.

“Baby hair, with a woman’s eyes…I can feel you watching in the night…all alone with me a-a-and…we’re waiting for the sunli-i-ight…when I feel cold you warm me…and when I feel I can’t go on, you come and hold me…it’s you, and me, forever…

“Sara, smile…won’t you smile awhile for me, Sara…”

“OHHHHH…” Sara reiterated. “That feels so frickin’ good, Melleny, you’ve no idea…”

Melleny kind of wanted to ask if it felt better than the orgasm, but thought that might be a difficult question. While not trying to toot her own proverbial horn, she still couldn’t help wondering which Sara would choose, if she even could.

“Sara, smile…” Velette continued singing. “Oh, won’t you smile awhile for me, Sara…”

OHHHHHhhhhh… Sara thought. Holy…ohhhhhh…that’s it, I have officially died and gone to heaven. The truth was, if Mel had asked Sara which felt better, it would’ve been darn hard to decide. She’d have had to think long and hard about it…and maybe ask for each again, to compare and contrast…

Finally, Velette wrapped up the song. She stroked Sara’s hair, and kissed her on the head. “Love ya, kid. Merry Christmas.”