by Cruz, Sofia
Jessica was melting in her arms and she felt like shouting for joy. This week had been so fantastic, the two of them sleeping together, cooking and eating together, just sharing everything, and she knew she never wanted it to end.
Jessica was purring in her arms and Melanie felt the temperature in the room kick up a few more notches, but she wanted to keep it slow. She realized she was actually seducing Jessica, and didn't want to spoil the sensual mood.
Still kissing Jessica's neck, she unwrapped her arms and let them slide up and down Jessica's sides. Taking her time, she grabbed the bottom of Jessica's slip and eased it up, over Jessica's head. Jessica slowly raised her arms and let Melanie remove it.
Melanie wrapped one arm around Jessica's waist, her other hand holding Jessica's slip out in front of them, and to the side. She saw, through the mirror, Jessica staring at it, and she slowly unfurled her hand. They both watched the slip slide from her fingers and drift to the floor.
She shifted so she could kiss and nibble the other side of Jessica's neck. One hand caressed Jessica's thigh as the other hand drifted upwards to cup a breast. Slowly, she traced lazy circles around Jessica's breast, starting at the widest part and taking her time to reach her nipple. Once there, she cupped Jessica's breast in her hand, holding it so that her fingers were free to occasionally flick and squeeze the nipple while she stroked the breast with her palm.
While she played with the breast, her hand drifted to the inside of Jessica's thigh and gently stroked the soft, tender skin. That's all she did for the longest time, one hand teasing a breast, the other stroking the soft skin inside her thigh, while she teased the skin at Jessica's neck, tracing lazy circles with her tongue, kissing and nibbling.
Jessica was losing all sense of reality. All she knew was this sensual haze, this fog she was in. She spent some time watching Melanie's hands on her through the mirror. After a while, she just closed her eyes, let her head drift back against Melanie's shoulder, and just concentrated on the slow, sweet ache that was building inside her body, between her legs. It was like watching a house get built, brick-by-brick, but she could feel it too, as Melanie built each new layer.
Jessica started to squirm against her, her perfect ass gently grinding into her pelvis, against her mound, and she could feel the tension building in her own body. She let the hand she had on the inside of Jessica's thigh drift up and cup her mound. She lightly squeezed and pressed into her, the palm of her hand over the spot where Jessica's clit lay hidden, and every once in a while, let a finger trace Jessica's slit through the silk panties. She kept it to a feathery touch, just barely tracing the natural line with her fingertip.
She felt Jessica wiggle a little more, smiling against her neck when she felt Jessica's hips buck, just once, against her hand. Knowing Jessica was close, she knelt down behind Jessica, guiding her panties down her legs and easing them off. Standing back up, she tossed them aside and her eyes meet Jessica's in the mirror as she wrapped her arms around Jessica's waist again, pulling her tight against her.
"Ready?"
Jessica nodded at her in the mirror.
"Watch my hands, Jessica. I want you to watch me please you."
Again, Jessica nodded. She was afraid to speak, for fear of breaking the spell. When Melanie released her to remove her panties, she'd almost cried from the lose of heat when Melanie's body disappeared from against her back. Jessica felt like she was wrapped up in a cloud, her body was so relaxed, like liquid, but there was just enough tension in her body to keep her on her feet.
She watched in the mirror as Melanie's hands resumed their positions, one on her breast, and the other at her mound. She felt the palm of Melanie's hand cup her, but didn't move, just pressed down, ever so slightly. If she weren't seeing it in the mirror, she'd wonder if her hand was really there at all. Just then, Melanie pinched her nipple; not painfully, but enough to sharply increase the ache between her legs. On reflex, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
"No. Keep them open, angel. I want you to see yourself cum." With that, Melanie increased the pressure of her hand, causing Jessica's lips to slightly part. It was just enough to make Jessica gasp as she felt Melanie's palm directly against her highly aroused clit, feel one finger push inside her tunnel, which was thoroughly wet.
Very, very slowly, Melanie worked her finger in and out, her palm pulling away, then coming back to push against Jessica's clit. Jessica could feel the little pocket of air Melanie's hand created, pushing against her, and it added something incredible to the mix, something she couldn't quite describe. Melanie's other hand was gently, slowly, playing with first one breast, then the other, then returning to the first one. Jessica felt the soft skin of Melanie's fingers as they brushed over her skin, flick and pinch her nipples, trace lazy circles around her breasts, her areoles. All the while, she felt Melanie's mouth on her neck, her earlobe. At one point, her eyes met Melanie's in the mirrors and it took her breath away.
She could see her own eyes, dark and smoky, but she could also see Melanie's, as black as midnight, she was so aroused. Jessica inhaled, but wasn't sure if the scent was hers, Melanie's, or a combination of the two. She knew without a doubt that Melanie was soak and wet. Jessica could feel the wet spot hitting her butt, Melanie's wetness soaking through her jeans.
She felt Melanie's hand pick up speed. She felt another finger push inside her and she gasped, her hands reaching for Melanie's arms in an effort to brace herself.
"Just lean into me, angle. I've got you. You won't fall, I promise."
Jessica felt Melanie's hand move a little faster, a third finger making its way inside her pussy. She stared into the mirror, transfixed, as she watched Melanie's hands, her fingers, suddenly appear in the mirror, and then just as quickly, disappear between her legs. She groaned and closed her eyes, her legs spreading wider to give Melanie plenty of room.
"No, Jessica. Please, open your eyes. I need you to see yourself cum, see what it does to me," Melanie whispered in her ear, pleading.
Jessica did as she asked. Melanie's hand was going faster and faster, a fourth finger now inside her, and Jessica tighten her grip on Melanie's arms. She was so close to exploding, could feel that massive urge to pee, that came just before a major orgasm, and briefly hoped that Melanie didn't let go. Jessica knew that, when she came, she'd hit the floor hard, if Melanie didn't keep her upright. Then all thought disappeared as she watched Melanie's hand start to pummel her, felt her hands urgent on her breasts, squeezing and tugging on her nipples.
Melanie could hear Jessica's little gasps coming out quicker and quicker, closer together, and getting increasingly louder. She could feel Jessica vibrating against her and knew she was seconds away. She hoped it was soon, because Jessica's bucking was making her ass beat against Melanie's pelvis, her mound, and the sensations were pushing her almost as close to the edge as Jessica was. She was afraid she wouldn't last much longer, the front of her jeans were really wet.
"Ah! Ah! Aaaaahhhhhh!" Jessica screamed, her orgasm exploding inside her. Their eyes meet in the mirror for the briefest second, just before Jessica's eyes closed and her head crashed back against Melanie's shoulder's as she continued to scream, gasping for air as wave after wave rolled through her.
Melanie's hand didn't stop, but slowed down in tiny little increments, causing multiple orgasms to burst inside Jessica. She'd never know just how many she had, for certain, but it felt like she came for hours. Jessica could feel her juices flooding out of her, coating the inside of the thighs, dripping down her legs.
Finally, her body started to calm down, the orgasms now tiny little waves, mostly aftershocks. Melanie's hands stayed where they were, now still, and they gripped Jessica tightly as she felt Melanie easing both of them down to sit on the floor.
Resting her back against the edge of a nearby chair, Melanie held tightly to Jessica. They were still facing the mirror and she could watch Jessica's chest rapidly moving up and down as she gasped for air, trying to catch her
breath. Jessica's eyes were cloudy, out of focus, and her head seemed to loll around on her neck, so loose it was as if the joints had melted.
Melanie's hand released Jessica's breast, gripped her chin, and she gently eased Jessica's head back until it rested against her chest. She then stretched that arm across the front of Jessica's shoulders, and held her tight.
It took forever, but Jessica finally opened her eyes, could see drops of sweat all over her body, on Melanie's face. She could feel Melanie gasping for air. The thought leaped into her mind that Melanie had to be right on the edge, and she tried to twist around, but Melanie held her still.
"Jessica, it's ok. Forget it. I already came. Didn't you feel me bucking against you?"
Jessica shook her head. "No. I never noticed," she confessed with a small smile.
"Yeah. Well, your ass pounding against me pretty much did me in." Melanie returned Jessica's smile in the mirror.
Jessica noticed, and felt, Melanie's hand still between her legs, her fingers buried inside her. She reached down and pulled her hand free, then brought it to her lips. Their eyes locked together in the mirror; she took her time licking Melanie's hand clean of her own girl honey.
Melanie watch, transfixed, as Jessica's tongue darted in and out; watched the soft pink of it as it glided over her fingers, and felt herself getting turned on. She groaned and sank her head back against the chair.
Jessica knew what effect she was having on Melanie. When she felt Melanie's grip loosen, she twisted around, pulling Melanie down so they were both laying flat on the floor, Jessica on top. Grinning, she took her time removing Melanie's clothes. Once she was naked, Jessica slid down between her legs and buried her face in Melanie's pussy.
Wasting no time, she buried her tongue inside the hot, wet pussy, with her nose hitting Melanie's clit, and she ate her pussy until she came again, then Jessica licked her clean. Sliding to the side, she toppled against Melanie, their arms wrapped around each other.
Chapter 7
The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. and Jessica's eyes slowly fluttered open as she stumbled for the snooze button. Successful, she rolled onto her back and stretched, flinging out an arm as she reached for Melanie. Finding the bed empty, she propped herself up on her forearms and looked around the room. She spotted Melanie sitting in the couch, fully dressed, in front of a low burning fire; just enough to take the chill out of the room.
Melanie stared blindly into the fire, lost in thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jessica walk around the end of the couch. She watched her as she sank down beside her on the couch, curling her legs under her. Jessica snuggled into the crock of Melanie's arm and tilted her head back, nervousness creeping in when the serious expression on Melanie's face didn't change.
"Penny for your thoughts, cher."
Melanie sighed and rested her forehead against Jessica's, just enjoying the feel of her in her arms, saying nothing.
"Are you worried about tonight?"
"Um hum."
Jessica leaned back so she could see Melanie's face. "What's the matter, Melanie? I thought we had everything planned out."
"Um hum." Melanie wanted to just treasure this moment, sitting here holding Jessica in her arms; wanted to hold on just a little longer.
They sat in silence for a few moments before Jessica's impatience, and worry, won out.
"Melanie, talk to me," Jessica pleaded.
Melanie pulled her head back. It was now or never. "Angel, please don't be mad at me, but we can't go as a couple tonight. In fact, you can't even acknowledge that you know me at all."
Jessica just stared at her for a few minutes, eyes blinking, before she found her voice. "What? Why? Honey, I don't understand."
Melanie sucked in a breath. "I've been up all night thinking."
"Didn't you go to bed last night?"
"No. Now hold on, angel, hear me out. I've been thinking. I'm afraid Lonna won't take the bait tonight, at least not from David, like we originally planned. I think Lonna's too sharp for that. I've got a backup plan that I've been thinking through all night, but it won't work if I walk in there tonight with you. The minute I do, the whole room will know exactly who I am."
"Melanie, they already do."
"No, they don't. They know of me, but nobody's met me yet. They're going to be looking for whomever you walk in with, and I want you to walk in with your uncle and Mama, and stick to them like glue tonight. No matter what you see, what you hear, do NOT acknowledge me. Just act like I'm just another face in the crowd." Melanie gave Jessica a long look. "Can you do that for me, angel?"
Jessica nodded.
Melanie planted a kiss to her forehead. "Just trust me, Jessica. I know you're confused; that none of this makes sense to you, but it's our only chance. If Felicia doesn't walk out of there with us tonight, we might never get her back, and I, for one, can't live with that."
"Melanie..."
She laid a finger to Jessica's lips. "Shush baby. I know, I know." She forced herself to pry herself away from Jessica and stood up. "Now, you have to go to work, and I've got some errands to run. We won't see each other again until the party." Melanie walked around the back of the couch, heading for the closet to get her costume for tonight. She hesitated for a minute, a few feet away from the couch, then turned around and walked back. Leaning over the back of the couch, she buried a hand in Jessica's hair, angling her head up, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. "After tonight, angel, it'll be you and me, together forever. We'll be a family, with Felicia and David right beside us. Whatever happens tonight, remember that." Melanie sauntered off to the closet, grabbed her Zorro costume, and strode out the bedroom door; she had too many appointments and not enough time.
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At 8:00 p.m., Halloween night, a black stretch limo pulled up in front of The Magnolia, one of New Orleans oldest, most prestigious, country clubs. The driver parked, leapt out, and opened the back door. Two women emerged; the first was dressed in a pin stripe suit complete with vest, a black pair of men's dress shoes, a red handkerchief tucked into the front breast pocket of the suite, and a black fedora. Stepping out, she turned back towards the limo and reached out a hand. Those standing nearby only saw one slim, bronze hand as it accepted the first woman's.
Slowly, a slim, gorgeous, raven-haired beauty emerged from the limo. People stared as multiple layers of tiered fringe, which made up the red flapper's dress, swayed with the woman's movements while the dressed hugged every curve. It was held up by the thinnest pair of spaghetti straps and she wore matching red gloves which ran up her arms, past her elbows, and ended halfway up her upper arms. The headpiece was just a thin red band that encircled her head, stretching across her forehead, and a little red feather stuck up on one side, her hair hung straight and long down her back. Her mascara was dark and thick, her lips ruby red, and the whole costume was set off with a pair of red pumps with stiletto heels, adding at least three inches to an already tall body.
The woman dressed as a 1920's gangster, went to great pains to make sure everyone saw her and the incredible woman accompanying her. She barely contained her smirk as she saw men staring, their eyes bulging out of their heads, as they walked past them down the red carpet that snaked it's way into the grand ballroom.
Inside, Lonna made a show of pulling out a chair for Felicia. As she pushed it in, she leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Oh look, darling! Your family is sitting at the very next table. How convenient."
Felicia tried not to wince, Lonna's voice both smug and condescending. She'd already been given strict orders not to attempt to talk to her family; in fact, Lonna wanted her to make a show of snubbing them. She'd threatened retribution, once they got home tonight, if she didn't do exactly what she was told, but it was killing her, sitting only a few feet away from Jessica, who looked amazing dressed as a Spanish Countess. Felicia could see her out of the corner of her eye, knew Lonna had seated her here just for that purpose, and she wanted to cry as she fought
the urge to run over and hug her sister.
Their uncle sat to Jessica's left, going the safe route with an old fashioned Dracula costume, the same one he wore every year. Mama Dubois sat on the other side of Jessica. She wasn't really wearing a costume, just decked out as if she was going to some swank jazz club. Felicia continued to scan the table, without actually looking at it, searching for Melanie. No one else at the table even remotely resembled her, and Felicia felt a moment of panic thinking Melanie wasn't here, and wasn't coming. She had just been so sure that Melanie would use tonight's event to her advantage.
Lonna sat down beside her and gave the Matthews's table her most sincere smile. Felicia wondered if she realized how smug she looked. Knowing Lonna, she did, and had done it on purpose. Felicia had come to know Lonna well enough to realize the woman's every move was thoroughly calculated; to her advantage.