The Next Day

I woke up shaking with Anxiety as my day to be with Melissa outside the public realm had finally arrived.  I had all sorts of thoughts about what could happen when I walk up to her door.  The mere fact that I had no idea what to expect was the driving factor behind my nervousness.  Up to then, I could work with the daily bus rides and how to handle her presence near me.  Regardless, I had a lot to get done before I went to see her.  Gina required my loving attention first.

I cuddled her close to me as she slowly woke.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I whispered, kissing her cheek softly. “I would love to stand naked in the kitchen and make you breakfast.  What would you like, and would you like to join me or bring it to you?”

She stretched and yawned, holding eye contact with me.

“Are you excited?  Today’s the big day!” she said with sleep and excitement in her tone.

I kissed her forehead and told her we would chat as we eat.  I went to the kitchen and whipped up an energetic meal for us.  As I was finishing, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me as I worked.  I could feel her breasts press into my skin from behind.

“Just about done,” I said, pouring the contents of the pan onto her plate.

I gave her the plate and sat with her at the table.  I told her all my feelings, expectations, and uncertainties.  She supported me in every possible way and my love for her grew.  I confessed once again my devotion to her and admitted I was confused about all the love I was spreading around. 

“We will always be anchored in friendship.  I don’t think anything could ever change that.”

I agreed.

“Let’s see everything else through and see where we stand after, sound good?  I’m confident that if all else fails, we can always fall back to that foundation.”

We showered together again and had a much different experience.  We both agreed to no more sex that day.  Instead, we played together.  We tickled, teased, and complimented each other like friends do.  We just so happened to do it naked that morning. I had so much fun with my best friend.  If I didn’t want to see Melissa so awfully bad that evening, I would have stayed naked with her until my husband came home.

Instead, she dressed once we were done, kissed me warmly, and wished me luck.  I nearly cried watching her walk away but I remembered what she said.  If nothing else, we would always be friends.  Anything more was just icing on the cake.

Later, I went shopping for some clothes that I thought Melissa might like to see me in, even though I knew she would prefer that I not be wearing any at all.  I wanted her to remove each piece I wore, knowing that the effort I put into each reflected my innermost desires for her.  I went to lunch at a local eatery and planned my outfit, perfume, and appearance.  I decided to stick with the Lavender perfume she seemed to like, but I needed something to wear outside of what she was used to seeing me in.  It had to be provocative but not slutty. 

After lunch, I went to the mall nearby and wandered into Victoria’s Secret.  Money wasn’t an object that day so I didn’t limit my options as I normally would for undergarments.  I walked around the outside isles of the store looking and taking note of potential items when I was approached by one of the ladies working the floor.

“Can I help you find something?” she asked.

“Um, I’m looking for something that will look stunning by themselves.  Like, these,” I said, pointing at a nice pair hanging on a wall display, “look great together and would likely be something that…” I paused searching for the right words, “would not give away what my intentions for the evening were to a total stranger.

“Something that might look delicious when other clothes have been recently removed?” she asked, making sure I knew she was the expert.

“Yes,” I said, blushing a little, “that’s the idea, I think.”

“Here, let’s take these into a changing room and see how they could look on you,” she said, picking the pair off the display and walking towards the changing rooms. 

I followed her nervously but found myself looking her over.  I don’t know what had gotten into me lately, but I think Melissa opened my eyes to the beauty everyone had to offer, and I was open to anything, it seemed.

She opened the door and walked in.  I followed her and closed the door behind me.  She asked me to remove my outer clothing so she could place each item where it would be and show me in the mirror how they would complement me.  As I began removing my blouse, I noticed she was watching every move I made.  This was not what I was expecting walking in there, but I decided to give her a little show.  I removed my blouse, sticking my chest out towards her a little.  I handed her the blouse and began to unbutton my jeans.  As I pushed them down, I pushed my butt out a little so she could check that out if she cared to.  I wasn’t daring enough to make eye contact with her as I did this, but I’m sure she was watching.

She turned me around, so I was facing the mirror, putting her hand on my hip as she did.  She then held up both pieces, so they covered what I was wearing and pointed out some things about each one.  The bra and panties were a matching silk set with lace on the waistband of the panties and most of the area that covered my boobs.  She pointed to some additional features and told me about the pros and cons of them as I watched her hand, secretly hoping she would touch me again.  I ended up liking how they would look and told her that I would like to buy them.

“Great!  I’m glad you like them.  They do seem to be a bit popular.  I’ll go ahead and get them rung up for you while you dress," she said, looking me over once more. She didn't bother hiding it that time.

I put everything back on and made my way to the counter.  She had just bagged everything up and was waiting on my payment.  I swiped my card and as the receipt printed out, she snatched it up and began highlighting lines of text saying that I could complete a survey online to win a gift card and that any comments on her service today could be provided via the same survey.  I watched as she put the highlighter down and picked up a pen.  She scribbled something on the bottom of the receipt and handed it to me.  Normally I would just shove it in the bag or in my purse, but I held onto it until I was out of the store.

It had the name Heather on it and what I assumed was her phone number.  I smiled wondering how I went from a satisfactory sex life with my husband to an extraordinary appreciation for women and apparently a new-found appealing nature that seemed to draw women to me.  Regardless, I neatly folded the receipt and put it in my purse for later.

I spent more time in the lingerie store than I planned and had to hurry shopping for the outfit I wanted.  I stopped on my way out at a couple stores and found a perfect skirt and blouse set that I had to have.  The skirt was black and stopped a few inches above my knees and the blouse was a deep red that matched the lingerie I picked out.  I was going to be hot!

I drove home, my nerves having calmed a bit.  I laid everything out on the bed and went into the closet to look for shoes to match.  I hoarded shoes like they would cease existing tomorrow, so I was almost guaranteed to have something that went with them.  Sure enough, I found a nice black pair of short heels that matched the skirt perfectly.  I set them out along with a nice pair of stockings and went to get my shower.  I chuckled at myself thinking that I was going to rub my skin off with all the showering, but Melissa deserved a fresh body to touch.

I originally intended to be completely shaved for Melissa, but I recalled her saying she liked a little hair to tickle her nose on.  I took my clothes off and looked in the mirror. 

“I could get away with a little runway here,” I said as I ran my finger up a couple inches from my clit. 

I wanted to keep going but I stopped short knowing my needs would be well taken care of later.  Instead, I jumped in the shower and prepared myself for the evening.

I put my perfume on, ensuring a delicate scent presence in strategic locations on my body.  I then dressed, spending an inordinate amount of time fitting and adjusting each piece so it was perfect, discarding the probability of them being imperfect by the time I got out of my car at her place.  By the time I was done, I was fairly impressed with the result.  I took a picture in the mirror and sent it to Gina.

“Beautiful.  Go get her, girl!” she responded quicker than I anticipated.  I also texted Melissa.

“I’m on my way. <3”

There was no answer.

I replied to Gina with a smile and took another look in the mirror before I gathered my purse and headed out.  I got into my car and entered her address in the GPS, and it said five minutes to my destination.  My heart started to beat out of my chest as the morning’s anxiety resurfaced.  I pushed on and headed her way with the thoughts of things to come swirling like a tornado in my head.  I calmed myself as I approached her parking area, thinking that the relationship had developed nicely and if I wasn’t prepared to take charge, I had at least become an expert and letting myself be commanded by her.

I got out of the car and found the way into her building.  It was apartment 2A so, I took the stairs and looked around to see where I was going when I reached the top.  I walked slowly calming myself with each step until I came to her door.  I stood there trying to figure out what to do, when I reminded myself that common sense should still prevail here so, I knocked.  There was no answer.  I knocked again and when there was no answer again, I tried the doorknob.  The door was unlocked.

I opened the door a little and announced my presence.  I heard the faint sound of water running and realized she must have hopped in the shower when she got my text.  I walked in slowly and closed and locked the door behind me.  The apartment didn’t look like someone had lived there for a long time or even intended on staying for a long time.  There were no pictures on the walls, minimal furniture and the kitchen looked to have only the essentials.  I was curious about her conditions there as I noticed a letter sitting on the table next to the lounge chair.  It had my name on it.  I thought it was curious she would leave a note for me instead of standing in front of me talking to me.  I picked it up and read it.

Christy,

I’ve been waiting for this day for what seems like forever.  Please come into my room and get comfortable.  I’ll be out shortly!

I love you,

Melissa

My heart jumped.  This was what everything was building toward over the last couple months and the time had finally arrived.  I set my purse down on the same table and took my shoes off.  I set them clumsily next to the table with the note on it. I looked down the hall and noticed the bathroom was in the hall instead of attached to the master bedroom.  I began walking down the hall, taking my blouse off.  I set it down right outside the door to the bathroom and began removing my skirt.  I walked into the bedroom and set the skirt down on the floor just inside the door. 

I debated removing my bra and leaving that on the floor next, but decided I wanted her to remove that for me.  She had a large bed with a beautiful bed set.  I lay on the bed and waited for her to come to me.  I was already wet thinking of what I would see when she walked into the room.  I was hoping she was as into the relationship as I was and would go all out as I did.  She also seemed to be quite a bit more experienced in loving women than I was, so I wondered if I was overdoing it.  It wasn’t long until I would find out.

The shower turned off and a shot of electrified adrenaline coursed through my veins.   I heard things move around in the bathroom.  Things being set down, blow dryer going, typical girl things.  Minutes went by before it stopped, and I heard the door open.  The damage this woman was doing to my heart and nerves seemed likely to kill me before too long.  I heard a slight giggle after the door opened and then I saw her.

My pussy experienced high tide just as she walked in, soaking my panties as I watched her move.  Her hair was still slightly wet and brushed straight.  Her skin was silky perfection as I looked her over.  Her breasts hung just slightly with her nipples as hard as erasers.  Following her body down, she was clean-shaven, and her skin was perfectly fair.  I wanted my mouth on it.  Her legs were slim and long.  She stood in the door frame smiling at me, looking me over just as I did her.

“You look amazing,” she said in a tone that did nothing to close the floodgates. 

“It seems I’m a little overdressed,” I said acknowledging her nakedness, “but you never properly unwrapped your gift.”

“I kind of did in the alley, but you’re right.  A gift like you should be unwrapped in meticulous nature, observing every feature of what lies under the wrapping," she noted.

“I’m ready,” I said softly, hoping she would take command. 

She walked over to me, never taking her eyes off mine.  I watched her every movement.  It was like she was an actual angel, almost gliding across the room.  She stood next to the bed and I looked between her legs at the gathering moisture.  She was literally dripping wet for me.  I changed position on the bed, so my back was facing her.  I didn’t have to wait long until she lowered the shoulder straps of my bra onto my arms and kissed my neck as she unhooked it.  I sighed as she reached around and cupped my breasts as she removed it.  I lay back down on the bed and put my hands behind her thighs. 

I pushed myself until my face was between her legs and I raised up slightly and lapped up the drop that was waiting to fall.  She tasted like honey.  She moved forward, anticipating what I was after and I follow suit.  She was on her hands and knees above me as I replaced my tongue on her pussy.  I was like an animal that was denied too many meals.  I felt her hands run down my sides and into my panties and she began sliding them down.  I lifted my legs to help her get them off and kept my legs open.

Her face was between my legs as mine was between hers.  Together, we used our tongues to explore each other.  One of her arms reached around my leg and her fingers also began exploring. I took the cue and did the same.  I wanted to do to her the same thing she did to me in that alley.  I got one finger wet by inserting it into her and fucking her with it while I assaulted her clit with my tongue.  I then circled her asshole with that same finger and gently applied pressure.

“Put it in my ass," she demanded of me.

I did and felt her tighten up.  I put my other finger inside her vagina and fucked both holes gently. 

“Keep fucking me and don’t stop, I’m going to cum!” she shouted. 

I kept going, ensuring not to speed up but also making sure I read her properly.  She did say she wanted me to teach her how to repeatedly get to the edge and stop until she couldn’t take it anymore.  Just as her body began to shake, I stopped.

“Wha-  What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet," I instructed her, waiting a few moments and then beginning again.

I repeated this until she begged me to cum. I wasn’t used to being in control, but I enjoyed the power I had over her.  I finally allowed her to cum and it was the same experience for her then as it was when she fucked me in the alley.  It was like a powerful earthquake erupted inside her, shaking her to her very core.  She removed her fingers from me as she braced for what was happening.

“Oh, GOD.  CHRISTY!  FUCK!” she screamed out loud as her body twisted over me.  I sped up my fingers until she couldn’t hold herself up any longer and collapsed on top of me.

She rolled off me and changed positions, so she was on her side lying next to me, kissing my face all over. 

“Holy shit.  Is that was you were doing to yourself while we were texting?” she asked.

“Yes, I do that all the time.  The orgasm is much more intense. It's called edging.”

“I can’t do that to myself, my body seems to take over and forces my fingers to finish the job," she admitted.

“It’s probably the one thing I can do that you can’t.”

She looked at me and kissed my lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her fingers found my pussy again and went to work.  I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me, returning her passionate kiss as I felt the fire raging within me.  It wasn’t long until she stopped kissing me and told me she could feel me getting wetter by the second.

“I’m going to cum," I told her.

“Cum all over my fingers, my love," she whispered in my ear as she sucked my earlobe into her mouth. 

“I’m cumming.  I’M CUMMING!” I said loudly. 

She hastened her fingers and encouraged my orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby.  Cum all over my hand.  I want to lick your sweet nectar off my fingers while you watch.”

She lowered the register of her voice until it was almost beastly in nature.  It was as if we had both reverted to our most basic instincts.  We had become creatures of sex in her bed.  My body shook with an intensity I rarely feel, and I grabbed Melissa and held her tight as my orgasm rocked my body.

“I’m cumming.  I’m cumming.  I’m cumming, still,” I repeated out loud.

“I feel it too, Christina.”

Coming down lasted nearly as long as the orgasm itself.  I was out of breath and exhausted.  It took me a long time to catch my breath as she watched me, no doubt pleased with herself. 

“Let’s go wash up and watch something on TV.  Does that sound okay?  Are you hungry?” she asked.

“I could use a wash-up and I could also use a snack.  It takes a lot out of me cumming like that.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling at me, “I’ll be right back.  You go wash up.”

It took me a minute to get off the bed, and my legs were wobbly.  I made my way to the bathroom regardless and looked at myself in the mirror. 

“I’ve been here less than an hour and she’s already made a mess of me," I said out loud without thinking.

“The night’s just begun, my love," she replied through the door.

I laughed out loud just as she did and went about freshening up a little. When I returned to the bedroom, she had the sheets and blankets pulled down for me and she was already in bed.  Next to her was a small plate of cheese, pepperoni, and crackers.  On the table was a bottle of wine and two glasses, already poured. 

“Oh! Fancy!” I said as I crawled into bed with her.  I leaned over and kissed her again and she smiled, returning the kiss.

She turned on the TV and switched it to Netflix, asking me if I had a preference of anything to watch.  I said I had none and joked about falling asleep halfway through a movie.  She said that would be okay, since she also might.  She picked a random movie from the ‘New’ section, and we drank wine and had cheese and crackers.

About two hours later, I woke to the bed moving around me.  I attempted to go back to sleep, but then I felt Melissa lay on top of me.  I slowly opened my eyes, and her tit was right at my mouth.  I stretched my arms out and wrapped them around her, taking her nipple into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue over it and sucked it into my mouth.  A few moments later, I felt something different at my pussy. 

“What’s that?” I asked her.

“I want to fuck you," she whispered as she used her hand to guide the head of her strap-on dildo up and down my pussy, getting them both wet.

When she was satisfied I was ready, she steadied her hand and pushed her hips forward.  Slowly, her cock entered me, and I could tell it was going to fill me up.  Inch by inch she pushed into me until she was as far in as she wanted.

She pulled the sheets and blanket over us and began thrusting in and out while kissing my lips, neck, chest and nipples.  She kept a steady motion as I had one hand on her tit and the other rubbing my clit as she fucked me.  It was like she was making love to me.  She was slow, caring, and passionate with her movements. 

“Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.  It feels so good,” I whispered softly to her.

“Would you like me to put it somewhere else?”

“Not tonight, love, I’m enjoying this.”

She kept her rhythmic pace and gently planted kisses on me until I was about to cum again. 

“Babe, I’m going to cum again soon,” I informed her.

She didn’t reply, instead, she sped up just slightly and went a little deeper than before.  She kept this pace up until my orgasm hit me and I momentarily held my breath. She buried it all the way inside me and held it there until my orgasm subsided.  She held it there as I caught my breath again.

“I don’t know how many more times I can do that tonight!”

“Exhausting, isn’t it?” she said, smiling.

“Extremely, but I think you need to give me that thing,” I said, pointing down at the strap-on.

“Looks like you already have it!” she laughed.

I crinkled my brow at her in mock anger and lightly pushed her, “Give it to me!” I said playfully.

She started pulling it out of me when she suddenly pushed it back in.

“I’ll give it to you.  You want more?”  She asked as she poised herself to start fucking me again.

“God, yes,” I reluctantly whispered to her.

She began her slow pace again, gently sliding it in and out of me while staring into my eyes.  Her mood changed slightly.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

She pushed in and stopped, looking directly into my eyes.

“Nothing, it’s just nice to have you here with me without constraint.  Every day,” she said, pulling back and pushing in again, “I’ve wanted to take you somewhere and do exactly what I’m doing now, and it’s been driving me crazy that I couldn’t.” She continued her movements.

“I know.  I feel the same way, but I feel like there’s something else on your mind,” I suggested, placing a hand on the side of her face. “Lay next to me and tell me.”

She stopped for a moment, nodded, and pulled the dildo out of me.  It was a slight relief to have it out, but I missed the closeness with her already.  She stood up and took the device off and laid it on the side table and got back into bed. Lying beside me, she lowered the blanket, so my breasts were exposed to her and she caressed them as she spoke.

“Am I the first woman you’ve ever been with?” she timidly asked.

“Yes, I thought we covered that?” I lied, trying to stay away from the topic of Gina.

“Well, I assumed that was the case but didn’t want to keep going on an assumption.  What happened that all the sudden I’m the one who seemed to have unlocked your interest in women?" she asked.

“I actually have no idea.  I was minding my own business that day I first saw you, but it’s like they say, ‘what’s been seen cannot be unseen’.”

“Ha.  Yes, that is applicable here, I suppose.  But why me?”  she asked, not having obtained any real answer to her question.

“To be honest, I don’t know.  I mean, you’re stunningly beautiful and I love watching you do everything you do, no matter how mundane it seems to you.”

“Would you have thought that about me two months ago?” she asked, seeming to be leading somewhere.

“I can’t say.  If you’d asked me if I would have found any other woman attractive two months ago, I would say no.  But you’re asking about you and since you captured my attention the moment I saw you, it’s hard to answer.  Know what I mean?”

“Yeah.  Have you been more aware of a woman’s attractiveness since you met me?”  She asked.  It seemed almost like a scripted list of questions.

“Yes.” 

I asked, without providing details about Gina or the woman in Victoria’s Secret earlier that day.

“May I ask who?”

“Um,” I uttered, trying to figure out what to say next. “Well, my friend Gina.”

“You’re attracted to her?” she asked, continuing the scripted questions.

“I seem to be now,” I admitted.

“Have you had sex with her?” she asked, without seeming jealous or otherwise put off.

“Yes.  Twice.  Each time was a result of me telling the story about our adventures on the bus,” I admitted again.

Melissa smiled and blushed a little. “But that was the only other times you’ve been with a woman?” She asked, seemingly fine with the fact that I lied earlier.

“Yes.  You would have been my first, but things got complicated.”

“They always do.  Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course,” I said, lightly concerned about what she was about to offer me.

“You’re my first," she said, pulling the blanket up to cover her face up to her eyes.

I opened my eyes wide.

“No. Way,” I said, fairly loud.

She nodded her head quickly.

I looked her over and remembered every single day that we engaged each other. 

“Not possible, the way you handled me and the things you did to me do not paint the picture of someone who’s ever been with a woman.” I paused, thinking of what I just said. “Not that I’m saying I even remotely know what that painting would look like,” I admitted.

“You’re partially correct," she said without lowering the blanket.

“What do you mean?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t about to say what I thought she was going to say.

“You’re my first.  Experience.  I mean… with sex," she muttered.

My eyes opened wide, and she covered her entire face with the blanket.

“Melissa!” I said, yanking the blanket away.  “I am not the first person you’ve had sex with.”  I paused. “AM I?!” I asked, still finding that hard to believe. 

Is it possible for someone to be a natural goddess in the bedroom?

“You are.  I’m asking all these questions because I’m trying to learn more about you and figure out how this happened between us.  See, I’ve never declared myself absolutely a lesbian, but I know I’m not straight.  I’ve never been inclined to be in the company of a man.  I saw you on the bus, though, and I wanted you.”

“Well, I know what you mean there.  So, you’ve never been with a woman.  How did you come to be on possession of that, then?”  I said, pointing to the strap-on. 

She laughed lightly and said, “Well, I bought it today hoping you would use it on me.”

I put my hand behind her head, pulled her close to me, and kissed her.

“I would love to be your first experience with a cock.” I said, trying to hold in my laughter.

She laughed and kissed me again.  I got off the bed and put the device on.  I’d never worn one and it was a little awkward to wear at first.  I got into bed and instead of going right to fucking her, I got between her legs and worked on getting her ready.  First, I used my mouth but then my fingers.

“Have you ever used a dildo on yourself before that Skype call?” I asked.

“A few times, yes,” She breathed out, “but mostly vibrators on my clit.”

“Do you like having a dildo inside you?” I asked, curious about her thoughts.

“Well, yes.  I suppose just because I’m likely a straight-up lesbian, it doesn’t mean my anatomy is any different.  There are nerve endings in there that your fingers may not be able to satisfy completely as a penis would," she said, speaking as if she were fifty and been with a thousand women and men.

“I guess you’re right,” I admitted to her.

I got up and raised her legs.  I placed my knees at on either side of her hips and positioned the dildo at her entrance, rubbing the head up and down just as she did to me.

“Are you ready?” I asked, ready to penetrate her.

“Please fuck me.”

I lowered my butt and pushed it in with my hips.  I made sure to go slow, stopping every so often to ensure she was comfortable.  When it was all the way in, I let her adjust before continuing.  When I felt she was ready, I assumed the same position she was when she was on top of me.  I wanted to make love to her as she did to me.

I pulled the blanket over us and used my hips to thrust in and out of her slowly.  Once in a while, she would ask me to go faster or slower, but she let me control things mostly.  Out of the blue, she asked me about Gina.

“What’s your friend Gina like?”

“She’s beautiful.  She’s older like me, but you couldn’t tell,” I said, still pushing in and out of her. “She has slightly bigger boobs than me, but depending on what we wear, it would not be obvious.  She has glasses, long dark hair like me.”

“Do you enjoy her like this?” she asked.

“I do enjoy her, but I enjoy her uniquely.  I can’t enjoy her like I would you and vice versa.  You’re two unique people so you provide unique experiences.”

“Does she like me?” she asked, seeming a bit self-conscious.

“She likes my description of you,” I said, picking up the pace a little, “and she likes the things you did to me,” I added.

“How did you describe me?”

“Like an angel,” I said, leaning down to kiss her as my pace quickened considerably.  I felt her catch her breath. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“Too late!  Oh, my God!  Keep going!”

I pumped her faster, ensuring a smooth rhythm. 

“I’m going to cum!” she yelled.

I went deeper and harder as I began to feel her body shake. Suddenly she grabbed me and held me to her like I did to her before. “I’m cumming,” she kept whispering to me until she sharply exhaled and tensed up.

“Let it go, honey.  Let the orgasm take you for a ride,” I coached her.

“Oh god.  Oh god. Oh god,” she said, still gripping me tightly and shaking.

“Cum, baby.  Cum all over my cock,” I teased.

She suddenly released everything and fell back on the bed.  I smiled as I watched her recover. She looked around as if she didn’t know where she was, then locked eyes with me, and her eyes started to water.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.

“I feel amazing!” she said, a tear going down the side of her head as she lay.  “That was so great!”

She was glowing and I suppose I was too.  As with many of my interactions with her, this one proved to not go exactly as I anticipated, but I was more than happy with where we were at.  I wished I could have her around forever.  She was a darling angel whose innocence I assumed was absent. We lay blissfully next to each other when she dropped the bomb.

“I’d like to meet your friend," she said nonchalantly.