by Cruz, Sofia
Jessica sucked in a breath at Melanie’s feathery touch. God, how she wanted this woman! At this point, her heart was ricocheting around inside her rib cage.
Melanie stepped a little closer. She ran her hands down the side of Jessica’s body. Reaching her hips, Melanie began pulling the gown up with her fingers, until she held the bottom half bunched in her hand. Shaking with need, she eased the gown up and over Jessica’s head, until she stood in front of Melanie wearing nothing more than a matching thong. Melanie felt the growl emerge from deep in the back of her throat.
Jessica couldn’t stand it. If Melanie didn’t do something soon, kiss her, touch her, something, she might just explode right here.
Melanie cupped the back of Jessica’s head and eased in for a kiss. She just brushed her lips over Jessica’s, but Jessica could feel Melanie’s body vibrating with need, even from that brief contact. Melanie started to pull her head back, but just then, Jessica’s tongue darted out to graze her lips, as if Jessica was trying to pull her back.
She went mad with need. Slamming her mouth against Jessica’s, she pushed her tongue inside and just devoured her. Never breaking the kiss, she spun Jessica around and backed her towards the chair. Jessica felt her knees hit the edge of the chair and suddenly she was falling back into it. Melanie sank to her knees on the floor, grabbed Jessica’s thong at the hips, and yanked it off. She latched her hands onto Jessica’s knees in a fierce grip, yanking them apart, exposing Jessica’s neatly trimmed pussy. The fine mat of red hair was already drenched in Jessica’s juices, her nether lips glistening in the moonlight that poured through the window.
Melanie dipped her head down to meet Jessica’s sweet pussy, inhaled, and then began licking up every drop, keeping Jessica’s legs spread as wide as the chair would allow. She drank her fill, and then began flicking Jessica’s clit with her tongue. Jessica’s hips bucked, trying to deepen the contact, but Melanie jerked her head back, having none of it.
A moan tore from Jessica’s throat, her every nerve ending quivering. This teasing was almost cruel, Melanie knowing full well that she was begging for release.
Hearing Jessica’s moans was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, spearing Melanie on, making her desperate to push Jessica to the very edge, and over. Her tongue began tracing circles around Jessica’s swollen clit, the little nub standing at full attention. Then Melanie laid her tongue flat against Jessica’s clit, pressing hard against it, and she licked upwards, like licking an ice cream cone, but she never eased the pressure she was applying.
Now it was Jessica’s turn to clench the arms of the chair. She began to writher, not sure if she was trying to get closer to Melanie’s tongue, or pull away, in an effort to ease the ache of pleasure/pain coursing through her body.
Just then, Melanie buried her tongue inside Jessica’s pussy, shoving her face into Jessica’s slit as far as it would go. She started twirling and jerking her tongue around in an effort to hit every inch of Jessica’s channel. She still hadn’t released Jessica’s knees, keeping them spread wide.
Jessica felt her legs start to spasm, her legs desperate with the natural need to wrap themselves around the source of her pleasure. But Melanie wouldn’t give, keeping her spread eagle in the chair. She screamed as Melanie’s tongue began to work itself furiously in and out of her tunnel. Her orgasm built to a fever pitch, then exploded, her body convulsing as wave after wave of aching pleasure poured through her.
Melanie felt Jessica’s body explode, pushing her own need to dizzying heights. As Jessica’s body started to settle, Melanie refocused her attention on her clit. Still, she never released Jessica’s knees. She latched her mouth onto Jessica’s swollen clit and began to suck. Occasionally, she just held the nub clamped between her lips and jerked her head back and forth.
Jessica’s body was practically rocketing out of the chair. Her voice was a mix of screams and pleas, begging Melanie to stop. She didn’t think she could take much more. All of a sudden, a light exploded behind her eyes, her body jerked upward, held for a split second, and then sank lifelessly into the chair.
Melanie looked up, watching as Jessica passed out cold. Still on her knees, she leaned back until her butt hit the floor; then she scooted until she was laying flat on her back. She was wound so tight, her body was jerking as she lay on the floor, orgasms ripping through her even though Jessica had yet to touch her. She folded her forearms over her face, sinking her fingers into her own hair, and just laid there, convulsing, praying her body would eventually calm down.
A few minutes later, Jessica began to resurface. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she began to hear mewling, like an animal in pain. Looking down at the floor, she saw Melanie laying there, trembling. Jessica realized that Melanie’s body was so tight with need; she was in pain, small orgasms tearing through her body.
Jessica quickly reached down and unfastened Melanie’s jeans, tugging her jeans and panties until they were down around her knees. She stood up, almost fell over because her legs felt like jelly, and then finally managed to stand over Melanie’s body, one foot between her legs and the other on the outside. Jessica squatted down and wiggled, pulling Melanie’s legs up, and finally got herself into position, so that they were pussy to pussy. Jessica leaned back on her hands and, using her arms for leverage, began bucking against Melanie.
Melanie screamed at the contact. Her nether lips and Jessica’s sliding over and in between each other, their clits pushing against one another. Instinctively, she knew what Jessica was trying to do, and began to help as much as she could, but she had very little control over her body at this point. Finally, her first real orgasm broke, and she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Wave after wave continued to course through her and she fumbled to help Jessica, her desire so painful at this point, she just wanted it over.
Finally, she collapsed against the floor, her body throbbing, her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to suck in air. Jessica leaned over her, feathering kisses all over her face and whispering in her ear.
“It’s ok, cher, it’s ok. There now baby, just relax. Let your body relax.” Jessica could hear her own voice beginning to quiver with panic. She’d never seen anyone have this intense of an experience. She was terrified Melanie was going to have a heart attack, or something.
Slowly, Melanie began to get a grip on her body, struggling to get her breathing under control. Gradually, she felt herself calm down, her breathing even out. Jessica slid off to her side and wrapped an arm around Melanie’s waist, pulling her lover close against her, still whispering encouragements in her ear and gently spreading kisses over her face.
“God damn you, baby girl! You just have to fucking have everything, don’t you!”
Jessica and Melanie both jerked up at the sound of Felicia’s voice. They both scrambled to stand up, fumbled, and finally Jessica was on her feet. She hurried to put her robe on and turned to confront her sister.
“Felicia, I’m sorry, but I’m in love with her.” Jessica felt horrible that her sister had found her and Melanie like this, but she wasn’t going to back down either.
“In love? Love, or lust, or is it just that you couldn’t let me having something good in my life. Everything has to be yours. It’s always about sweet, poor little traumatized Jessica. I am so fucking sick and tired of everyone tripping over themselves to please you.” Felicia was screaming by now, working herself into a rage.
Jessica was mystified as to where all this anger was coming from. Felicia wasn’t making sense.
“You’re right, I didn’t ask, but you didn’t say anything either. I just figured Melanie was another conquest for you, a challenge, like all the others. It never occurred to me that you were in love with her.”
Melanie was still trying to stand up. Her whole body felt like it was boneless, her hands shaking so bad she was having a hard time getting a hold of her jeans, much less pulling them back up. Finally, she was able to sit on the edge of the chair and get her clothes back
on.
Just then, her cell phone started ringing. She fumbled with the phone, finally answering it, then couldn’t hear over the sisters’ voices. She managed to walk towards the back of the room, stuck her finger in her other ear, and shouted into the phone.
“Hello? Hello?” The sisters kept fighting, paying no heed to Melanie what so ever. Eventually, Melanie heard Mason’s voice. She listened intently, then slammed the phone shut with a snap. Her temper was at full throttle now. The sisters were still at it.
“How could you Jessica? I love her,” Felicia kept screaming.
“The fuck you do,” Melanie roared. Both sisters went still. Melanie advanced on Felicia, would have been on top of her in a few more steps if Jessica hadn’t reached out and stopped her.
“Go ahead, cher. You get caught with your pants down and suddenly I’m the bad guy,” Felicia snapped at Melanie.
“If the shoe fits,” Melanie growled.
Jessica could see Melanie was shaking, as much with anger now, as she was from spent passion. Jessica felt like everything had turned into some kind of Twilight Zone episode; only no one had bothered to tell her about it.
Melanie was still glaring up at Felicia. “Now would be a good time, Felicia.”
“Good time for what, cher?”
“A good time to tell your sister what happened.”
Felicia knew damn well what Melanie was talking about, but decided to play dumb. “What happened is that you’ve been playing Jessica and I off of each other.”
“Bullshit!” Melanie took a deep breath. She couldn’t let Felicia twist this to her advantage. She turned slightly, so that she was addressing both women at the same time. “That was Mason on the phone, just now. I know who your thief is.”
“My God! Who?” Jessica demanded.
Melanie turned to look pointedly at Felicia, her expression one of “now or never”. Felicia finally took the hint.
“Me, baby girl,” Felicia answered Jessica, sounding bored.
“You!! What…..what…..why!?” Jessica sputtered.
Melanie listened while Felicia spewed at her sister. The two were six years apart, Felicia being the oldest. Apparently, their mother had had a secret lover for years, a woman. One fateful summer afternoon, their farther had found out. He had come home in a blind rage and carrying a .38. He had found their mother and her lover in the kitchen, while the girls were swimming out back. Confronting his wife, the two engaged in a very ugly argument. Their mother’s lover had tried to intercede and he shot her. Their mother attacked him and he had shot her as well, finally turning the gun on himself. Jessica, eight years old at the time, had silently witnessed the entire incident, hiding behind the counter.
David had taken custody of the sisters and immediately sent them to a therapist. Felicia, 14, began acting out, constantly in trouble, both at school and with the authorities. Unfortunately, Felicia’s therapist had written off her behavior as mostly teenage rebellion, and their uncle hadn’t questioned it. Felicia loved her sister, but had also begun harboring some resentment, due to the preferential treatment Jessica always received from their uncle.
Felicia had spent the last year listening to their uncle rave about Jessica, telling everyone how she was due to come home from college, with her Master’s degree in accounting, and lead the company into the future. Tired of coming in second, Felicia decided to siphon some money from the company accounts, hide it, then sit back and watch Jessica fall on her face.
Melanie watched as a myriad of emotions rolled across Jessica’s face. She felt deflated. She couldn’t fix this for either one of them. They would have to work it out themselves. Right now, she was just another wedge between the two of them.
Jessica stared at Felicia in total disbelief. Several moments passed, the house thick with tension, before she found her voice. “You could have destroyed us all, Felicia. Do you really hate Uncle David and I that much?”
“Oh, please,” Felicia scoffed. “Always the drama queen, aren’t you, cher?”
“She’s not being dramatic, Felicia. Don’t you understand what could have happened? What could still happen.” Watching Felicia, Melanie could see that she wasn’t able to see past her grand plan of bringing Jessica down a few notches. Melanie walked up the steps until she stood just a few steps below Felicia.
“Felicia, what do you think is going to happen when your stockholders find out half a million dollars has disappeared,” Melanie asked, making every effort to keep her voice normal and even.
“But it hasn’t. It’s sitting in a bank, downtown. All I have to do is transfer the money back and no one will ever know it was gone.”
“If you can transfer it in time, if word hasn’t already leaked out about the embezzlement. Why do you think David hired me? If he had gone to the police, the story would have hit the media. Missing funds tend to make stockholders nervous. They get nervous, they start selling shares, like rats deserting a sinking ship.” Melanie watched as her words finally started to sink in. She went up a few more steps, passing Felicia. She turned around so that she was standing sideways on the staircase, keeping a close eye on Felicia and Jessica.
Felicia just stared, dumbfounded, at Jessica. “Oh God, Jessica! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean…I didn’t think…”
“No, you didn’t think at all, did you? You were so involved in making sure everyone saw me as a screw up, that you didn’t stop to think that you’re little scheme could destroy our family. Not to mention the countless families that depend on us for their incomes.” Jessica felt fury and confusion pour through her. She couldn’t believe her sister, her own blood, could have been so short sighted, so self-absorbed. And she felt betrayed, hurt, that the sister she thought she was so close to, had hated her all these years. She ran up the steps, afraid that in one more minute, she’d do something she’d forever regret.
Melanie watched, helpless, as Jessica disappeared up the steps. For the second time that night, she listed to the sound of Jessica’s bedroom door slamming shut. Felicia looked devastated, stunned, as the enormity of what she had done began to sink in.
“Felicia,” Melanie said softly. Not getting a response she raised her voice. “Felicia!” She watched as Felicia slowly came out of her trance, finally noticing Melanie standing in front of her. “Felicia, go to bed. We have to talk to David in just a few short hours. You need some sleep.”
Felicia absently nodded her head and started up the steps. Melanie watched her disappear around the corner. A movement near the bottom of the steps caught her eye and she turned her head in time to see Lisa step out of the parlor, holding two tumblers of bourbon.
Melanie sank down on a step as Lisa came up to join her, the bodyguard handing her a glass as she sat down beside Melanie.
“Where were you hiding,” Melanie asked.
“Well, I came running down, same as Felicia, when I heard you screaming your head off. When I realized what was happening, and then heard Felicia yelling at Jessica, I just slid into the background. Two things you never want to get in the middle of: a lovers’ quarrel and a family feud,” Lisa explained, looking pointedly at Melanie.
“Now you tell me,” Melanie returned dryly.
Lisa laughed. After a few moments, she turned serious again. “Now what?”
“Now? Now I take Felicia and Jessica into their uncle’s office tomorrow, and try to explain to him why his company almost folded.”
“After that?”
“I have no idea.” Melanie tossed back the last of the bourbon and headed for bed.
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Morning came too soon, and Melanie found the sisters sitting in the kitchen, staring at the food in their plates. Neither woman would look at the other, let alone speak. Melanie ducked out of the room before either of them saw her, and went out to pack her rental car.
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One would have thought they were going to a funeral, as silent as the car was during the ride in. No one said a word and no one made eye contact. Melanie let ou
t a heavy sigh as she followed the sisters into David’s office. She stood back near the door as Felicia made a tearful confession to her uncle, Jessica standing as stiff as a board the entire time. David stared at Felicia for a few shocked moments, then just turned in his chair, staring out the window, obviously at a loss as to what to say. Felicia took it as a kind of dismissal, and started yelling at him. Jessica jumped in to defend their uncle, and everything went down hill from there.
Knowing it was a family situation, one that she had no right to interfere with, she let herself out. No one noticed. She left her card and contact information with David’s secretary and headed for her car. She had about three hours to gather her things from the little apartment and catch her flight home.
PART II
Chapter 1
Melanie sat in her apartment, staring at the answering machine. It had been almost three months since her case in New Orleans and her encounter with the Matthews sisters. She had called Jessica a couple of times, her first week back, but they were never returned. She waited a few weeks, but had given up when she realized that Jessica wouldn't be calling.