by Amy DeMeritt
“You, uh, want a drink or anything?”
“Water would be great. I’m feeling a little dehydrated.” While they walked to the kitchen, Katie looked around the modern living room decorated simply with succulents and air plants in glass globes and geometric terrariums. “Your apartment is cute.”
“Thanks. Layla occasionally torments me with a crazy poster above the couch. The last one was an orange cat riding a unicorn surfing on a rainbow wave. I always have to let her keep it up, whatever it is, for at least a week.”
“You live together?”
Mel paused as she was filling two glasses of water from a filtering pitcher from the fridge. “Uh, yeah. We’ve been roommates since our freshman year of college – eight years.”
“Interesting. So, you’re twenty-six?”
She nodded as she finished filling the glasses, and after handing one to Katie, she turned to put the pitcher back in the fridge. She was too afraid to ask, but luckily for Mel, Katie decided to offer it up on her own.
“I’m thirty-five. Do you still want to do this?”
The way Katie’s brow creased and the corner of her mouth twitched with worry was endearing to Mel. She was very attracted to Katie. And she was very attracted to the natural chemistry between them.
She slipped her hands over Katie’s hips, and as she took a step into her personal space, Katie looked up and leaned into Mel’s kiss. Their lips and tongues slid together in a water chilled dance that sent heat rushing through their bodies. A well-timed flick of the tongue followed by a sucking nibble of Mel’s bottom lip caused a spark between their thighs and a sound of pleasure to quietly escape Mel’s lips.
Katie slid her hands up Mel’s shirt to lightly paint her fingertips across her soft flat stomach, sending an incredible tingling sensation throughout her entire body. As she dipped her fingers into the front of Mel’s jeans to grip the waist, Mel released another sound and pulled away breathing hard.
Before her knees completely turned to liquid, Mel slipped her hand under her shirt to take one of Katie’s hands, then led her through the apartment to her bedroom. Instead of turning on the overhead light, she turned on a lamp on her desk to give them just enough light to see what they were doing, but not enough to make them feel like they were in an observation room.
“Do I have to first comment on how clean and nice your room is, or can I just take your clothes off?”
Mel released a small laugh, and teased, “I think you’re already doing both,” as she lifted her arms to allow Katie to take her shirt off.
Katie hummed against the side of her neck as she reached around Mel’s back to unhook the simple, thinly padded black bra, tossing it, a moment later, to land on top of her discarded shirt. While she painted sucking kisses across her jaw to her lips, she palmed up Mel’s stomach and over her small breasts. As her nipples instantly harden against the center of her palms, Katie smiled against Mel’s lips and slowly pulled away.
“I like your tits. They’re so soft and fit perfectly in my hands.”
Mel blushed as she looked down at Katie’s hands massaging her breasts and twisting her nipples. Katie’s hands moved torturously slowly down Mel’s torso, sending ripples of pleasure through her nerves. And as she unbuttoned and unzipped Mel’s jeans, Mel swallowed hard and released a sharp breath she had been holding.
“Doing okay?”
Unable to speak to answer, Mel just nodded once and grabbed the hem of Katie’s tee shirt with slightly shaking hands. As soon as Katie’s shirt was on the floor and their torsos were pressed together, the memories of being with another woman started rushing back to Mel in rapid-fire images of love and lust.
In mere seconds, her floor was littered with clothes and shoes and they were climbing onto the bed completely naked and locked in a fervent kiss. Katie pulled Mel down on top of herself, and as she parted her thighs, she gripped Mel’s small creamy smooth ass in both hands, pulling her center in against her own. The contact caused both of them to release a groan of pleasure into their kiss that sent a skittering sensation down their spines.
Mel hadn’t felt any of this in over two years – the feeling of a woman beneath her body, hands groping her, or even just a kiss. She missed this more than she realized.
Her body rocked against Katie’s in pace with her breathing, grinding their groins together and increasing their arousal. After a few minutes, Katie’s head fell back with a sharp moan and Mel smiled as she bent into her neck. While she continued to pump her hips against Katie’s pelvis, she licked and lightly sucked her slightly salty neck and sucked her earlobes. She loved her taste and the way she felt under her. She loved the way her breasts bounced with every one of her thrusts. She loved the way Katie was gripping her ass and back.
But Mel wanted more. She wanted all of her.
Mel moved down Katie’s body, sucking her collarbone, breasts, nipples, her flat, pumping stomach, and jutting hips. She twirled the tip of her tongue around her cute, small bellybutton, making Katie release an adorable little laugh and squirm under her. As she settled down between her legs, she wrapped her arms around Katie’s thighs, pulling her in hard against her face. She ran the flat of her tongue up the center of Katie’s sopping wet sex and released a burring moan in unison with Katie. Her faint sweet musk made her swoon, and she buried her nose in her damp silky curls, breathing her in deeply while her tongue lapped at her folds.
Katie’s back arched, her heels dug into the bed, and she grabbed the back of Mel’s head, pulling her in harder.
“Fuck! Oh, yes!” She moaned deeply, and stuttered, “So, good. Shit. Mel, you’re so… Oh!” Her orgasm suddenly burst, causing her to release a long, loud moan and to buck against Mel’s face. “Oh, that was so good.”
Breathless and listless, Katie touched Mel’s cheek so she could stop. But Mel didn’t want to stop. She wanted more. She sat up on her knees and pulled Katie’s legs in, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her stomach, making Katie squeal. As Mel grabbed her hips again and pulled her up onto her knees, Katie released a sharp breath as her arousal was renewed. Mel pulled her ass in against her groin and ran her hands up her back, feeling the way Katie’s muscles and bones dipped in this position. She slipped a hand between them, and as she easily slid two fingers into her, Katie’s back arched more.
As Katie’s walls clenched down tightly onto Mel’s fingers, she grunted, “Fuck,” and bucked back against Mel.
“You’re so beautiful.” Mel gripped her ass then slid her hand down her back again while she slowly pumped in and out of her. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Mel… Oh, shit.”
As Mel ran the tip of her tongue between her cheeks, Katie gasped and bucked backwards. The reaction spurred Mel’s pent up sexual needs, sending her inching backwards on her knees to get a better angle. She rapidly flicked her tongue over the tight puckered ring above her entrance, over and over again, eliciting sweet gasping moans from Katie. When Katie began trembling, Mel fell to her back and pulled Katie’s center down onto her face to suck her clit and bring her to climax.
“Mel, oh… Fuck… No more… No more. Oh, fuck.” Katie fell onto her side panting for air and weakly slapped the mattress. “Come up here.”
As Mel laid down next to her, Katie placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her lips.
“You are really something else, Mel. That was beyond what I was expecting.”
“I, uh, guess I got carried away.”
“Much to my benefit. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“Me too.” Mel slid her hand over Katie’s ribs to her hip and gripped her thigh, pulling her leg up so she could slip her thigh between Katie’s. “You’re really beautiful.”
As Katie leaned in, she quietly answered, “Thank you, so are you,” then traced her tongue across Mel’s bottom lip before she slipped it forward, engaging her in an unhurried kiss.
Every touch was slow and tender and turned Mel’s bones to liquid. Her nerves were on fire and her breathin
g was wracked with uncontrolled moans. The experience felt familiar, yet completely new at the same time.
Katie was attentive to every spot that sparked a reaction, using both of her hands and her mouth to bring Mel to climax a few times. When Mel couldn’t take anymore, Katie climbed up to lay on top of her and gave her soft kisses on her closed eyes, cheeks, and panting lips.
“Can I take you on a date this week?”
Mel’s parched lips spread into a wide smile, and breathlessly, she answered, “Yes,” as she opened her eyes to look up into Katie’s light gray eyes. “Are you thirsty?”
“Very.”
Chapter Seven
After washing a bunch of seedless red grapes, Mel offered one to Katie, and she enveloped the tips of her forefinger and thumb to accept the plump globe. As she bit into the sweet juicy fruit, she gave Mel a kiss on the lips.
“Thank you.”
She teased Mel with a flick of the tip of her tongue across her lips, and Mel grabbed the halves of one of her nice button-up shirts that Katie was wearing. She pulled her into her arms, and their mouths united in a passionate kiss.
As she began running her hands up under the shirt to palm over Katie’s back, the front door opened. Mel pulled away to lean over the counter to see Layla walking in with the bartender that drove her crazy at every chance she got.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Layla! You brought her home?”
“Hey, Melrose.” The Duke strutted in ahead of Layla with a cocky grin and planted herself opposite Mel and Katie, leaning against the counter like she owned the place. “Looks like you accomplished your mission to get laid tonight.”
As she scanned Katie’s bare legs and up her torso, Katie checked again to make sure she had both halves of her shirt pulled closed. The shirt was just long enough to hide her ass and pelvis, but the arrival of Layla and the bartender made her feel naked.
“That was not my mission.” Mel snatched the colander of grapes out of The Duke’s hand. “Those are not for you.”
She popped a grape in her mouth that she was able to break from the bunch before Mel snatched the rest, then wrapped a tattooed arm around Layla’s shoulders as she leaned against the counter next to her.
“Don’t be rude, Melrose. Your best friend just got home from a long night at the club and she brought a guest. How about you offer up some drinks at least?”
If Layla didn’t look so happy and if she wasn’t having such a great night with Katie, she might have had a less friendly response than the one she gave. “We have water, tea, coffee, and whiskey. Layla got rid of the beer because she has us on a diet.”
“A diet?” The Duke looked Layla up and down with a pinched brow. “What the hell are you dieting for?”
“Because.” Layla playfully smacked her chest and walked to the fridge to get the filtering water pitcher. “What do you want to drink, Blake?”
“Water’s fine.”
“Your name is Blake?”
She smirked as her eyes scanned Mel head to toe, which reminded Mel that she was only wearing her boy-shorts underwear and a tee shirt that just barely reached her groin.
“To you, I’m The Duke.”
“I’m never going to call you that.”
“Whatever you say, Melrose.” She accepted a glass of water from Layla. “Thanks, babe.”
“Sure. Are you hungry?”
“Famished.” She nodded at the counter behind Mel and Katie. “Looks like Melrose is getting ready to fix something.”
“Stop calling me Melrose. I’m making grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Mel glared at Blake before turning her back to her to get started. But as she was about to grab the loaf of bread, she noticed Katie trying to hold her shirt closed and looking awkward. She lightly pinched her elbow and nodded to the side.
“We’re going to get dressed.”
When they got to her bedroom, Mel fell face first onto the bed and groaned into a pillow, making Katie laugh. She sat up with a laugh and threw the pillow at her, hitting Katie in the thighs.
“So, that’s Layla’s type, huh?”
“Layla doesn’t have a type.” Mel rolled off of the bed and pulled a couple of pairs of cotton pajama pants out of a drawer and a tee shirt out for Katie. “She’s been with every type there is. Women, of course. She’s a lesbian. That’s pretty much her only limitation.” She quickly added, “But she doesn’t sleep around a bunch. I didn’t mean to make her sound like a, well, I don’t know.”
Katie kissed her lips and wrapped her arms around her. “I know what you meant. And for the record, I don’t get around much either. It’s been awhile since I’ve been with someone. I don’t typically go home with women I meet at the club.”
“What’s awhile?”
“I’ll answer that if you do.”
Mel looked down with a long exhale. Katie rubbed the top of her head and gave her a kiss on her temple as she guided Mel to lay on her shoulder.
“You don’t have to talk about it yet. Come on, let’s go make something to eat. I’ll help.”
“Blake is going to drive me crazy.”
“Probably.” Katie laughed and kissed her temple again. “I think she likes you. Not in a sexual sense but like a friend.”
Mel snorted and lifted her head. “Yeah, some friend.”
When they reached the living room, Mel paused and considered going right back into her bedroom. Blake had Layla up on the counter, Layla’s legs were wrapped around her, and they were making out like they were about to have sex right over top of the grilled cheese ingredients.
Katie gently tugged on her hand as she started walking again, and Mel’s heavy legs reluctantly followed. Mel wasn’t a prude by any definition of the word. It didn’t bother her to see Layla making out with someone. It was just that she was doing it with Blake. The woman just really got under her skin.
“Hey, Melrose. No shorts? I was enjoying looking at those chicken legs of yours.”
“Oh, leave her alone.” Layla giggled as she grabbed Blake’s face and firmly kissed her lips. “She’s had a rough couple of weeks.”
Blake lightly bit her chin, making Layla giggle again. “Okay, I’ll play nice. Come on, sexy, let’s get out of Melrose’s way so she can cook for you.”
She grabbed Layla’s ass and pulled her off of the counter and walked out to the living room to sit on the couch. As they resumed making out, Mel rolled her eyes.
Katie gave Mel a bump with her hip, and leaned in to whisper, “Just for the record, I really like your legs,” then grabbed the carton of tomato soup to open it.
“And just for the record, I really like yours. Do you want anything besides cheese on your sandwich?”
“That turkey and avocado look good.”
“Perfect combination.”
A quiet moan from the living room drew their attention back to Blake and Layla. They were making out horizontally on the couch with Blake on top and her hand was up Layla’s dress massaging her ass and thigh. Mel and Katie shared a glance, then started laughing.
“Sorry about them.”
“Why?” Katie waved a hand towards them like it didn’t faze her at all that Layla and Blake were practically on the verge of having sex right in front of them. “I invited myself to your place, remember?” She leaned in to kiss her lips, then added, “Maybe next time we’ll go to mine. I don’t have a roommate, except for Sprite – my cat. She’s sweet though. You’ll like her.”
“Like the soda or as in a fairy?”
“A fairy. You’ll understand why when you see her.”
Mel’s stomach fluttered with excitement that Katie has already asked her out on a date this week and just invited her over to her place to meet her cat. She really just wanted to get through the night without her bad mood offending anyone. She didn’t expect to bring a woman home to have incredible sex with. And she definitely didn’t expect that woman to want to have anything to do
with her after she put out on the first night they met. She liked Katie so far and wanted to see what their chance meeting could develop into.
After the food was done, Mel was grateful that Blake and Layla took their plates and bowls back to Layla’s bedroom so she and Katie could eat and talk in peace.
Katie released a small laugh as Mel pulled a bottle of white wine out of the cabinet, and whispered, “Shh, we’re not sharing with Blake.”
It was a really nice night, or rather morning since it was nearly 3am, so Mel and Katie took their food and glasses of wine out onto the balcony. It had cooled off significantly, but it wasn’t chilly enough to warrant a blanket or even long sleeves. It was perfect.
“The sandwich is delicious.” Katie dabbed at the corners of her mouth, then took a sip of wine. “Can I ask you something?” Mel nodded while she chewed a bite of sandwich, so Katie asked, “Why are you on a diet?”
After swallowing, Mel explained, “Layla has a ridiculous idea that she needs to lose ten pounds. I told her she’s perfect, but she wants to feel perfect.” Mel rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’m just doing it to support Layla so she’ll stick to her plan. She’s killing me though. She has us on this strict exercise regimen and the other night I came home feeling like I was falling apart.” Katie laughed a little as she licked soup from her lips. “I only got two nights off because I paid for massages last night and we went dancing tonight. She’s probably going to be dragging my ass to the park later for a run. I might just have to run away.”
“That’s really sweet that you’re putting yourself through all of that just to support her. I was worried you thought you needed to diet.”
“No. I mean, some people might argue the exercise is good because I’m kind of soft in places, but whatever. I miss cheeseburgers and pizza.”
“Soft in places?” Katie released a small snorting laugh. “You’re in perfect shape, Mel. You’re very sexy.”