Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 13:25:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: SheWhoWrites <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: All Along

Sorry it's been so long, I've been busy, but hear at last is a new
story. Usual warning applies: the following contains scenes of a sexual
nature between women. If this will offend you, or you are too young, or
your reading this breaks any laws applying to you, then don't. Not hard.

Hopefully, that doesn't apply to you, and I hope you will enjoy it. Feel
free to send any comments to me at: shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk

Also, do visit my website, with all my stories and some extras:
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				 All Along
				    by
			       SheWhoWrites

	This is a story about one person's stupidity (mine) and how I
eventually found the most wonderful thing in my life (her). I'd say it's a
love story, but to me, there's more to it than that.

	At the time all this kicked off, my life was very
middle-of-the-road. I had an average job (in an advertising firm, first job
after graduating), an average history (three real relationships, one nearly
very good but disintegrated dramatically, and several one-offs), an average
present (no lover, but two cats), an average home (Southeast London flat,
one bedroom) and no car. Now I work for the same people but they pay me
more, my cats are a little older, my flat is now a small house and I drive
a second-hand BMW. As for my love life, well, that's what I'm going to tell
you about.
	Sometimes, people just enter your world and - poof! - things will
never be the same again. That was certainly the first thought in my head
when I, seated at the bar in a favourite spot in Soho, saw the dark haired
beauty walk in. I'd been coming here a good while now, and knew most of the
clientele to at least say hi to (and some a good deal better than that),
but she was new. She came down the stairs with a real grace, and I was
transfixed. There were two or three other girls with her, but I wasn't
looking at them. She was quite something. She was tall, but proportioned,
with eyes that you could drown in and shoulders to die for (I always had a
thing for shoulders).
	I pulled my gaze away and turned to my friend Melissa, who was
sitting beside me.
	"Do you see her?" I asked enthusiastically.
	"Who?" she replied.
	"Her," I said, trying to indicate my new object of desire without
it being obvious.
	"Oh, with the shoulders?" she said. This was a passion we shared.
	"That's the one."
	"Not bad. Seen better."
	I looked, wide eyed, at Melissa. This was typical of her; she never
seemed to think anyone I liked was good enough for me, though I couldn't
believe she didn't see it in this girl. And anyway, I didn't exactly
consider myself a goddess, so I was sure she was plenty good enough for me.
	"Seen better?" I gasped, "she's stunning!"
	"Whatever you say, dear. Why don't you go over and talk to her
then?"
	"I will, later." I realised that Melissa was probably just playing
it safe, as at that moment her girlfriend, Clara, returned from the
bathroom. Clara and Melissa had been together for about three months, and
everyone agreed that they made a great couple. Indeed, it suited Melissa to
be with someone, as she'd been having a pretty quiet time of it before
then, and she hadn't seemed happy with it.
	A little later on, she with the wondrous shoulders came to the bar
and ordered a round of drinks for her table. She was standing next to me,
and I took the opportunity to get a pretty good look. Up close she was just
as delectable, more so in fact, and I was hugely attracted to her. When the
barmaid came to tell her the cost, I cut in.
	"I'll get these," I said.
	"I can't let you do that," said 'Shoulders'.
	"You can and will, because I insist," I said, smiling at
her. Before she could protest any further, I thrust a crisp twenty-pound
note into the barmaid's hand.
	"That's very kind of you," she said while my change was being
counted.
	"Don't mention it," I replied, "least I could do for one as lovely
as yourself. I'm Sarah." I held out my hand.
	She took it and smiled back, blushing slightly, and my heart
skipped. "Nice to meet you. I'm Zoe."
	My change came back; Zoe took her drinks and thanked me
again. She went back over to her table, and I saw her say something to
them, obviously about me. They laughed, and I smiled at them, before
turning to Melissa.
	"Wonder if I'm in there?" I said, idly.
	Melissa just grinned at me. "Very smooth," she said, "I'm sure
you'll have no trouble."
	I couldn't tell if she was being gently sarcastic, so I just
returned to the conversation that we'd been having previously, while
occasionally sending the odd look in Zoe's direction, just to let her
know I was still here.
	A little while later I went to the bathroom, and decided while I
was in there that I would go and talk to Zoe when I got out. I rehearsed
in my mind a few things I could say, but when I came out she and her
friends were no longer at their table. I looked around in case they were
dancing, but they were nowhere to be seen. I went back over to Melissa, and
asked her where they'd all gone.
	"I'm sorry, they left just a minute ago," she said.
	"Why didn't you stop her for me?"
	"I didn't get a change, by the time I realised they were half way
up the stairs and with this crowd I couldn't have got to them in time."
	I cursed, but decided I would probably see Zoe in here again, so
I shouldn't worry just yet.

	But I didn't. A couple of times I did see someone who I thought
might have been with her that night, but I wasn't sure so I didn't do
anything about it. Indeed, when I did next run into Zoe, I'd all but put
her to the back of my mind.
	It was a little over two months later, and I had just got off a
tube at London Bridge Underground station on a Saturday afternoon. I
noticed a woman struggling with a vast amount of shopping. I went over to
help, and realised that, though she had her back to me, she looked
familiar.
	"Can I help you at all?" I asked.
	She turned around, and looked a little startled.
	"I thought it was you!" I exclaimed, "It's Zoe, isn't it? We met
in a bar a couple of months back."
	"Yes, I remember," she said, "Susan, isn't it?"
	"Sarah," I corrected her, "do you want a hand with that?"
	"Oh, yes, if you're offering," she said, and flashed me a smile
that made me melt, "this damn bag has split."
	"So I see. Had a successful day, then?"
	"Yep. Good to splash out occasionally," she said, "I'm told it's
therapeutic."
	"You need this much therapy?" I asked, taking some of her bags.
	"No, but any excuse!"
	We made small talk all the way up to the mainline part of the
station, as we both had trains to catch, though in different
directions. She thanked me for helping her, made to leave and go on her
way.
	"Before you go," I said, "here, take my number. I'd love to see you
again." I offered her a copy of my business card, which happened to include
my mobile phone number.
	She took it, but looked awkward. "Sarah, you're nice but... I'm
sorry, I'm straight."
	"Oh," I said, my eyebrows shooting skyward, "but I thought, after
you were in the bar..."
	"I was just there with my friends. Two of them are gay. But I'm
really not. I'm sorry, Sarah."
	I swallowed. "Ah well," I sighed, trying to hide my disappointment,
"not to worry. It's been nice meeting you anyway."
	With that, I turned and walked to my train, trying very hard not to
look back. Such was life, I tried to convince myself. But I couldn't help
it, I was very sorry that it had turned out so. She had been really nice to
talk to, and she was gorgeous, and oh, those shoulders.
	As I boarded my train home, I realised that she had not given me
back my card.

 	When I got home I gave Melissa a call, and recounted to her what
had happened at London Bridge. She was always my first port of call when
things like this happened, she's never let me down, nor I her. She didn't
seem unduly surprised about Zoe; maybe she'd been able to tell when we'd
been back in the bar.
	"But Mel, this is just so my luck," I whinged.
	"It needn't be," she replied, "your problem is, though, that the
girls you go for are more of the straight type."
	"I know. I feel like a right prat now, though."
	"You said she was gracious about it?" asked Melissa.
	"She was, I guess," I conceded.
	"Well don't worry about it. They'll be others. Listen, Sarah, I've
got to go, but you are coming to my birthday dinner next Friday aren't
you?"
	"Of course," I answered.
	"Great. I'll let you know the exact time by Wednesday. Speak to you
later, Sarah, and don't worry."
	"Thanks Mel. You're a star. See you soon."
	After Melissa went I decided she was right. I wasn't to have known
Zoe was straight, and these things do happen after all. And she had been
nice about it. Best not to think about it any further.
	Or so I thought.
	During the following Thursday night, I had my feet up in front of
the television when my mobile rang. I wondered who would be calling me, and
I didn't recognise the number on the screen.
	"Hello?"
	"Hi, is that Sarah?" asked the voice on the line.
	"It is," I replied.
	"Sarah, hi, this is Zoe. You gave me your number last Saturday."
	I sat up straight. "Zoe? Hi, I wasn't expecting you to call."
	"Well, to be honest neither was I, but I gave what you said some
thought and decided that it might be fun."
	"Really?" I was totally taken aback. "So what did you have in
mind?"
	"I was wondering if you wanted to go out?"
	"Well, of course, but I thought you were all straight."
	"That's what I thought, too," said Zoe, "but I've been thinking
a lot about our encounter and I'd like to give it a shot. I think you're
really nice."
	I wasn't too sure about 'nice' and 'give it a shot', but this girl
was gorgeous and pleasant and did, after all, have those shoulders, so who
was I to refuse? "Okay, sure, when?"
	"How about tomorrow night, if it's not too short notice?"
	"Er, tomorrow's no good, I'm afraid, it's my best friend's birthday
do. How about Saturday?"
	"Saturday's great, I'll book a table somewhere nice if you fancy
it."
	I was always up for good food. "Sounds great."
	"Okay then, meet you at Charing Cross Station, under the clock, at
seven?"
	"I'll be there!" I was feeling very happy indeed.
	"Great, well, see you then! Bye Sarah."
	"Bye..." I heard her hang up, and switched my phone off. Wow! I had
a date with the delectable one! Actually, I did have the odd
reservation. Although I tended to fancy straight girls quite a lot, I
wasn't so keen on having relationships with them, as they never seemed as
comfortable with it. Nevertheless, Zoe was a lovely girl, so I would
make an exception.

	The following night, I was in a Chinese restaurant with Melissa,
Clara, and lots of other friends. It was Melissa's twenty-fifth birthday
and much merriment was being had by all. Some of us had clubbed together to
buy her a pair of return tickets on the Eurostar to Paris and two nights in
a good hotel, and she was thrilled.
	Towards the end of the meal, Clara received a phone call. She
excused herself and stepped outside to take it, and seemed to be having a
fairly heated exchange with whoever had bothered her. After a few minutes
she came back in, looking apologetic.
	"I'm really sorry," said Clara to Melissa, "but I've got to go to
work. They're short of people and no one else is available. I tried to tell
them I couldn't, but they wouldn't have it." Clara was a police officer.
	"Don't worry about it," said Melissa, "I understand. Go on, it's
been nice to have you here."
	Clara seemed relieved that Melissa had taken her news so well. "I'm
sorry," she said, before giving Melissa a kiss, "will you get home
alright?"
	"I'll see her home," I volunteered. Melissa had had quite a lot to
drink, and would probably need accompanying.
	"Thanks Sarah," said Clara, "Happy birthday Mel, I'll call you in
the morning."
	About half an hour after Clara left, the party began to break up. A
group of people were wanting to go on out for more drinking and probably
dancing, but Melissa was by now distinctly the worse for wear, and it was
clear that home was the only place for her. After paying the bill we all
stumbled out into the night. The restaurant was quite near to London Bridge
Station, so Melissa and I wouldn't have to go far. It took us about five
minutes to get to the station, and we got on a train that would take us to
Lewisham, where Melissa lived. As we sat on the train, Melissa talked about
how nice it had been to see everyone and how pleased she was with her
forthcoming trip to Paris.
	It only took a few minutes to get into Lewisham on the train, and
about ten more minutes to walk to Melissa's house. By the time we got there
the brisk night air had done a lot to sober her up; she seemed much more
lucid. She invited me in for coffee 'and a chat, seeing as it's been a
while since we last had a decent talk.'
	I made myself comfortable on her sofa and talked to Sebastian, her
cat, who knew me well, while Melissa made the coffee. She brought it
through and I was pleased to get the warm liquid inside me, it was a chilly
night.
	"Coffee okay?" she asked.
	"Absolutely spot on," I said, "you know you make it good, girl!"
	"Just another of my endless talents," she said airily, but with a
laugh.
	"Indeed!"
	"So," asked Melissa, "what's new with you, anyway? Found anymore
hopeless straights to pursue?"
	"Actually, funny you should ask that," I said, "as Zoe, you know
the straight girl from the bar, called me last night! We're going out to
dinner tomorrow."
	"No!" exclaimed Melissa, surprised, "I thought she told you in no
uncertain terms..."
	"So did I! Apparently, she's been thinking about me all week or
something."
	"Really? Well, wouldn't you believe it?"
	"You don't seem very pleased for me," I said, noticing Melissa's
lack of enthusiasm.
	"No no, I am, I'm just surprised it's worked out like this. Good
luck."
	"You think I'll need it?"
	"Well, she is straight," said Melissa, very matter-of-fact-ly, "I
mean, what's to say she isn't just playing at it? You know, just bi-curious
or something?"
	"Maybe she is. And if that's the case, then so be it. Mel, she's
really hot, really nice, I'd be a fool to pass her by."
	"She'll break your heart, Sarah."
	"You seem very certain!" I answered, surprised by Melissa's
attitude. It wasn't like her to be this negative. "I haven't even been out
with her yet."
	"I just don't think she'll be good for you, and I don't think you
need another doomed relationship." Melissa was referring to my last affair,
which had been very stormy and had ended horribly.
	"Come on, if I never take a chance then I'll never be in another
relationship ever!"
	"All I'm saying is that there are better people out there for you."
	"Like who?" They didn't exactly seem to be queuing around the block
for me."
	"Sometimes, Sarah, these things are right under your nose."
	I was puzzled. "What do you mean, under my nose. Who?"
	Melissa sighed despairingly. "Do I have to spell it out to you?"
	"Spell what out? I'm not following you."
	"Sarah, I'M here. I'm under your nose!"
	I was completely flabbergasted. Was Melissa declaring deep feelings
for me? I wanted to burst out laughing, but decided that this could be a
little insensitive. Melissa? She was my best friend. She couldn't possibly
want to be more than that, could she?
	"Say something," she said, desperately searching my expression for
a hint that I felt the same way.
	"Mel, Jesus, I didn't see this coming," was all I could say.
	"I'm sorry, I really am, but I couldn't watch you embark on another
relationship without telling you how I felt."
	I felt so sorry for Melissa. I had never thought of her as any more
than a friend, and I couldn't see that changing. I didn't want to
disappoint her, but I didn't see any choice. "What about Clara?"
	"I like her," said Melissa, "but I'd give her up in a second if I
thought you'd take me. I wasn't just going to be lonely while I waited for
you."
	"Oh Mel, I'm sorry," I said, desperately wanting to make this
alright for her, "I love you so much, but only as a friend. I just don't
feel the same way."
	Melissa hung her head. She was obviously crushed, and it was
killing me to do this to such a dear friend, not least on her birthday. I
felt terrible, but there was nothing I could do. It wouldn't have been fair
to either of us if I'd have gone along with it just to make her feel
better.
	"Maybe I should go?" I asked, not knowing what to say to make it
better. Melissa nodded feebly. I got up and walked away, turning as I got
to the door to say once again that I was sorry.
	I lived at New Cross Gate, which was only ten minutes or so away on
the bus. During the ride home my head was swimming, I didn't know what to
think. I couldn't believe that Melissa had fallen for me, and I was
terrified that this would put paid to our friendship, which was so dear to
me. When I had told her that I didn't feel the same way she had looked
absolutely destroyed, and I hated to have been the one to do that to her. I
wondered for how long she had been keeping these feeling from me, and if
Clara knew. Clara had never seemed entirely comfortable with me; maybe this
was why.
	When I got in I crashed straight away. Best to sleep on these
things. Maybe I would have a solution in the morning, and all would be
well.

	In the morning, actually, I just felt flat. I didn't have a grand
plan to get everything back to how it had been, and I imagined that Melissa
was feeling a good deal worse about this whole affair than I was. I wanted
to call her, but what could I possibly say to make it better? I decided
that the best strategy for now was to give her some space, and not to
hassle her, as that would be the last thing she'd need. However I also knew
that in light of the previous night's events she wouldn't call me, I'd have
to make the first move if we were to have a chance at remaining
friends. But not yet, not yet.
	Besides, I had a date to prepare for. I had a leisurely day,
reading the paper and watching some of the sport in television. I felt
quite relaxed, though I couldn't quite get this whole Melissa business out
of my mind. I wondered if I'd led her on in any way, but I couldn't see
how, and anyway, it had seemed as though she had rather expected my
reaction.
	When the evening rolled around, I had a shower, dressed in my
fitted blue shirt and favourite grey trousers, checked myself in a mirror
and headed out of the door. I almost skipped all the way to New Cross Gate
Station, and after waiting for about ten minutes on the platform I boarded
a train to Charing Cross. Fifteen minutes later I was at Charing Cross
Station, it was five past seven, and I could see Zoe waiting underneath
the clock. I went through the barriers to meet her, and she greeted me with
a kiss on the cheek.
	"Sorry I'm a little late," I said.
	"That's alright, I know how it is with these bastard trains," she
replied.
	"Now then," I asked, "where are you taking me?"
	"Just a place I know."
	She led me out of the station and towards Trafalgar Square, before
turning up St Martin's Lane. A little further along we dived into a little
side alley, and found ourselves at the entrance to a tiny Italian
restaurant. I was impressed.
	The waiter showed us to a table for two in the corner, and we
settled in our seats. The restaurant was dimly lit, but there was a candle
at every table and Opera music was playing quietly. The atmosphere reeked
of romance, and I liked it. It certainly added to the effect that I was
seated opposite a very attractive woman whom I had great plans for.
	We decided on a wine, ordered our food, and began to talk. I found
the conversation flowed easily between us and we had several interests in
common. To my delight she had been wearing a sleeveless top underneath her
coat, and so now her shoulders were on display. I was quietly having some
very dirty thoughts when our starters arrived.
	Zoe was behaving as though she were perfectly accustomed to
taking other girls to romantic restaurants, and I was relieved as I thought
she would be nervous and would feel awkward. If she had nerves she wasn't
showing them. We talked a little about her childhood, my travelling (I had
been backpacking after I left university) and her job; she was a junior
doctor. We just seemed to hit it off, and by the time we were tucking into
out desserts I felt totally at ease with this girl. I didn't feel like I
was having to put anything on, the conversation just flowed and I thought
things were going well.
	At the end of a very pleasant meal we paid the bill and I insisted
on paying my half. Though I felt comfortable with Zoe I didn't want to
feel as though I was in her debt just yet. It was now ten o'clock, and
although the night was still young I was extremely tempted by her
suggestion that we head to her place for coffee and further chatting. It
turned out that she lived by New Cross Station, very close to my home
though on a different line. We took the train there and walked the hundred
yards or so to her home.
	Zoe unlocked the door and I followed her inside. Her house was
in a terraced row and from the outside didn't look like much at all, but
she had done very impressive things with the decorating. I commented that I
thought the place was very nice.
	"You think?" she replied, "I'm so changeable in my tastes, I can
never decide if I want to keep it as it is."
	"Of course, I see decor isn't the only thing you are changeable
about," I said, referring to her change of heart regarding going out with
me.
	"Well, yes," she said, catching my meaning, "what can I say? I was
intrigued, I suppose. I wanted to know how it might work out."
	"And what do you think now?" I asked.
	"I think it worked out very nicely, thank you."
	I couldn't believe how relaxed this allegedly straight girl was
being; had it been me I would have been nervous as hell. I moved a little
closer to her, so that her back was against the wall of her hallway.
	"You know, Zoe, I think it could work out even better," I
muttered, before moving in and kissing her on the mouth. She readily
responded, and I was loving the feeling of Zoe's soft lips against
mine. Her arms were around my neck and mine on her waist, and then our lips
parted and our tongue's met and I was pressing her right up against the
wall. This felt fantastic... but something wasn't right.
	Then it hit me.
	The sensations were great, I couldn't have denied it, but I wasn't
thinking of Zoe at all. In my head I was kissing Melissa, and THAT was
what felt right.
	I pulled back from Zoe, and she immediately saw the startled
expression on my face.
	"What's wrong?" she asked.
	I didn't know what to say. I took a step away from her. "I'm
sorry," I managed to stutter, "I can't do this."
	"What?!" she exclaimed, "What do you mean?"
	"I'm sorry, but I have to go."
	"I thought I was the one with the problem about girls, not you!"
she said, clearly not understanding what was happening at all.
	"It's not about that," I said, "It's not you..."
	"Oh, please," she said, sounding very displeased, "spare me the
'it's not you, it's me' talk."
	"I'm sorry," I repeated, "there's something I have to do. Someone I
have to see."
	"Someone else?" she said, becoming more confused.
	"I can't explain it," I replied. I knew it was feeble but it was
all I could say. "I'm sorry," I said once again, and opened the front door.
	"Will I see you again?" she called after me.
	"Call me, I'll explain, I promise," I told her, though I wasn't
sure I could. With that I left, and headed for a nearby bus stop.
	Everything that Melissa had told me had suddenly come to make
sense, and what's more, I wanted to know more. I realised that it was
because we'd become such good friends that I'd never thought of her as
more, and hadn't dared to when the opportunity presented itself, but if I
let myself think of her as a potential lover it became an idea that I
liked. I couldn't understand why it had taken Zoe to trigger that, but I
knew I had to see Melissa now, and tell her about my change of heart. I
just hoped that, in light of the previous night, she wouldn't turn me away.
	A short bus ride later and I was at Melissa's front door. It was
gone eleven o'clock now, and though I doubted that she would have gone to
bed, I couldn't be sure. I took a deep breath and rang the bell.
	After about twenty seconds I heard the door being opened, and
Melissa appeared in the doorway. She seemed surprised to see me, and a
little embarrassed.
	"Is Clara here?" I asked.
	"No," she replied, "why?"
	That was good enough for me. I stepped right up to Melissa, took
her face in my hands and kissed her with everything I had. Her mouth
opened, accepting my tongue, and she clung to me. I manoeuvred her into the
hallway and kicked the door shut behind us as we kissed hard. It felt as
though she was releasing everything into me, as though she'd needed to do
this for a very long time. As for me, the realisation had come on only very
recently but nevertheless the kiss made me feel somehow complete.
	My hands were in her faintly wavy hair, and her arms were around
me, beneath my jacket. I was a couple of inches taller than her and used my
superior size to push her back against the wall and press myself hard
against her. It was similar to how things had been with Zoe, only this
time it felt so right, it fitted, it clicked.
	Our breathing quickened as we hungrily kissed each other, hands
everywhere. I felt liberated, as though this was what I'd been after all
this time. Her tongue was exploring my mouth, and clearly I wasn't the only
one feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
	After a minute or so I pulled back, held her face in my hands
again, and looked her in the eyes. I was noticing things about her that I'd
never noticed before, like the little mole under her left eye and the
texture of her skin. She was gorgeous; I couldn't understand why it was I'd
never felt attracted to her before. When we'd first got to know each other
I'd been in a relationship and therefore not looking elsewhere, and by the
time that ended she'd become too good a friend for me to consider her as
anything else. But now...
	"What happened?" she asked after a long silence.
	I kissed her once, lightly, and answered, "I don't know, Mel. It
just all made sense, suddenly."
	She smiled broadly, and I thought I saw the beginnings of a tear in
her eye. I pulled her to me and held her close, my chin resting on top of
her head.
	Then she looked up at me. "Sarah, I've waited long enough for you
and I don't think I can wait any longer."
	I knew what she meant and grinned at her. "Lead the way," I said.
	Melissa took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. She shut
the door behind us - after all, we hardly needed to be joined by Sebastian
later - and pushed me down on her vast bed. She climbed onto the bed so
that she was straddling my torso and looked down with pure, raw lust in her
eyes. Her initial surprise and vulnerability had apparently now been
replaced with desire and confidence. This was a side to Melissa that I'd
never seen before, but I liked it and was hungry for more.
	She leant forward and began to kiss me again, whilst undoing the
top buttons of my shirt. She was just wearing a T-shirt and a pair of old
jeans, and as she sat atop me I let me fingertips roam underneath her
T-shirt, feeling her skin. She developed goose pimples at my touch, and let
out a little moan. Then she sat back up and undid the rest of my shirt
buttons, pulling it open and exposing my bra - black lace, as I had hoped
to get some luck tonight, after all.
	She smiled her approval and started to run her lips over the valley
between my breasts. It felt wonderful, and she was a master with her
tongue, eliciting shudders from me with almost every touch. She then
started to explore my breasts themselves through the fabric, all the while
taking her time, in no hurry. Melissa had been waiting for this for a long
time and was not going to rush it. I felt my nipples spontaneously harden
as the material next to them dampened slightly from her mouth. Part of me
wanted to pull Melissa hard down and really fire things up, but this felt
exquisite and I was slave to her caress.
	Then she shifted over so that she was on her back beside me, and I
was not going to pass up this opportunity. I rolled on top of her and
kissed her, first on the lips, then the neck. She extended her neck when I
did this, presenting more of it to me, and also used it as a chance to push
my shirt completely away from my body. Not content with that though, she
also unhooked my bra and let that too fall away. My breasts were now
pressed up against her still clothed body, and she pushed my head away from
her neck so that she could get better access to them. Melissa gazed upon
them, then took my right breast into her mouth and sucked on it. I couldn't
help but groan as she did this; the way she was manipulating my nipple with
her agile tongue was a joy to behold.
	I pulled my breast away from her and kissed her hard, rolling onto
my back again and pulling her on top of me as I did so. I reached under her
top and unfastened her bra, then pulled both garments over her head and
away, letting her breasts fall onto mine. Melissa's breasts were splendid,
they begged for my mouth and I was happy to oblige. I ran my tongue around
the edges of them, inhaling the scent of her skin. She mage me feel giddy;
I couldn't get enough. I circled each of her dark nipples with the tip of
my tongue and then sucked that on her left breast into my mouth.
	Melissa groaned deeply and I continued, alternating the pressure
with which I played her. She was writhing around beneath me, becoming quite
frantic by now, and I loved what I was doing to her. Her breasts were so
soft, they felt so very good against my cheek. She had my head in her hands
and was not letting me go, not that I would have gone anywhere at any
rate. She was arching her back to thrust her ample mounds closer to me
still, and after a little while I had to come up just for air! I looked at
her face, her expression was one of unbridled passion.
	I used the break to sit up for a second and remove my shoes, before
leaning back over and kissing Melissa's stomach. Though I'd always known
her to be fairly thin, I'd never before realised just how toned Melissa
was, and I could feel all her abdominal muscles tense in response to my
lips brushing her skin. Beads of sweat were now forming between her
breasts, and as I ran my tongue up from her navel to her throat and then
lips, I tasted the slight saltiness, but I fully appreciated it as a sign
of all the good effects I was having on her. Melissa kissed me back
fiercely, and pushed me back over onto my back. I lay helpless beneath her
as she undid my trousers and pulled them down my legs and away.
	Melissa hovered above me, and I was down to no more than my black
lacy thong, which I had been wearing in the hope of a similar scenario with
Zoe. She smiled down at my body, and I was finding it hard to remain
still. I desperately wanted to pull her down and ravish her, but Melissa
seemed intent on taking her time and I could live with that as she did it
beautifully. I could feel the wetness emanating from between my thighs, and
when Melissa leant down and started to kiss the fine line of hair that ran
downwards from my navel she inhaled deeply and sighed happily.
	I was lying with my eyes half closed in a state of bliss, though I
opened them as I felt Melissa pull down my thong. When it was off my legs
opened for her, almost as a reflex, and she gazed at my exposed pussy
before looking back up at my face.
	"You have no idea," she said, quietly, "how long I've been waiting
for this."
	I wanted to reply but I could not think of anything suitably witty,
and anyway before I could say anything Melissa ran the tip of her tongue
down the length of my pussy, and all I could do was moan. Her motion sent
shivers right up my spine, and the moisture from her tongue together with
the quantities of cum I was producing seemed to amplify every touch. I was
so sensitive, and my clit was rock hard, and every time she brushed it I
felt myself shudder involuntarily.
	Melissa settled herself between my legs, and her mouth fitted
perfectly over my pussy. She was flicking my clit with her tongue, and I
was finding it hard not to come just from that, but I wanted this to
last. She was clearly very adept at this, and I felt like my pussy was on
fire. She then let her tongue wander downwards and pushed it as hard as she
could into my pussy, which responded by tightening up and producing another
gush of my plentiful liquid.
	It was no use, I couldn't possibly hold off any more, Melissa's
ministrations were sending me into ecstasy, and as she continued exploring
my lips, my clit and my opening with her exceptionally skilled tongue I
began to climax hard, thrusting myself onto her face and crying out her
name. I could feel that I was drenching her face, but she was licking it
all up and working me still harder. Then she dropped off the pressure and
my initial orgasm subsided, but Melissa plunged two fingers inside my slick
pussy and I came again, harder, as she sucked on my clit and pumped in and
out of me with her fingers. I don't know how loud I was being, but if the
neighbours were listening I'm sure they got a treat. My whole body was
shaking and Melissa didn't let up until she was sure that I could come no
more.
	I lay back, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. My eyes were
wide open and staring at the ceiling and I felt absolutely
blissful. Melissa hauled herself up and entered my line of sight. She was
grinning and I could see that the remnants of my cum were still around her
mouth. I struggled to think of what to say; I was incredulous and no words
would come.
	Melissa kissed me lightly and I could taste myself. Then I shut my
eyes and just lay there, smiling inanely, but I couldn't help it. I heard
movement and when I looked up I saw that Melissa had taken off her trousers
and was now totally naked. She truly did have a fabulous figure, curvy in
all the right places and well defined. She was sitting up, and I reached
out a hand to stroke her back. Her skin felt so delicate to me. She was
facing away from me and I sat up and pressed myself against her back with
my arms around her. I kissed her neck and allowed my hands to roam freely
across the front of her body. I cupped her breasts in my palms and traced
her contours with my fingertips. The fingers of my left hand came to rest
in the fine smattering of hair between her legs; it felt silky. As I
touched her there I felt Melissa respond, and I was aware that something
was definitely stirring.
	Suddenly she turned and kissed me hard, plunging her tongue deep
into my mouth. Initially this took me by surprise, but I adjusted and
kissed her back just as passionately. I pushed her down into the bed and
pushed her legs apart, not wanting to waste any time; this was urgent. I
kissed her once more, pushing my tongue once to the back of her mouth,
before withdrawing and doing the same to her pussy. I rammed my tongue into
her as far as I could, and at once she cried out with pleasure. She was
very wet indeed, and her juices were remarkably sweet. I took hold of her
hips and drove myself at her, again and again, my mouth locked hard onto
her pussy.
	This was merciless, this was pure passion. I was licking her,
sucking her, fucking her hard with my tongue, and I felt her body begin to
spasm. Her thighs tightened around my head as I continued to probe her. I
felt the walls of her pussy start to contract and her cum was flowing down
my neck. Her clit was rock hard, I could feel it pressing into my lip, so I
alternated pushing my tongue into her with sucking her clit into my
mouth. When I did this she gushed onto me, the whole area was slippery with
her cum and it was hard to keep my grip.
	I didn't let up, and by now Melissa was screaming out incoherently,
thrusting down onto me and begging me not to stop. I didn't stop, I
continued to push her to the very limit of what she could take. Her pussy
was so tight and every time I penetrated it with my tongue there was
considerable resistance. I ran my tongue up the length of her and all
around her clit, before flicking it hard and returning to her opening.
	Finally I felt the pressure around my head release, and Melissa,
who had almost been sitting up because of the power of her orgasm, dropped
down onto the bed, panting. I lifted myself up onto my arms and looked at
her. Her eyes were shut as she lay back in a state of sated euphoria. I lay
down beside her and no words were said, I don't think any were necessary.
	Maybe ten minutes later, Melissa opened her eyes and looked at me.
	"That was absolutely incredible," she said quietly.
	"I do my best," I replied with a smile.
	She leant over and kissed me, hard, before pulling back. "I don't
think I can get enough of you," she said.
	I blushed, but I was also delighted. "That's fine by me."
	"And to that end," she went on, "would you care for a little more?"
	"Always," I said, grinning at her. There was no mistaking her
intentions.
	Melissa rolled over to the side of the bed, and opened a drawer in
the bedside table. I heard her rummaging around for a bit, there was
clearly quite a lot in there. Eventually she found what she was looking
for, and returned to me with an ample-sized double dildo, in a very
fetching shade of blue.
	"Very good," I said, before kissing her once more.
	She slowly moved the dildo down to between her legs, and made sure
I was watching as she pushed one end of it into her. Her pussy was still
soaked from its earlier exploits, and the dildo slid in with no trouble at
all. I looked on, wide-eyed, as all eight inched or so disappeared inside
her, and I could feel myself getting wet all over again.
	Then Melissa sat up and leant back against the headboard of the
bed. The other end of the dildo was pointing up towards the ceiling, and I
climbed on top of her. Straddling her waist, I let my pussy find the tip of
it, and then pushed down an inch or two. It felt good to have something
like this inside me, and I waited a second to adjust to its size. Then I
allowed myself to slide all the way down its length, and our pussies were
practically touching. We both stayed still for a few seconds, both focusing
on each other. After a short time, we simultaneously began to build up a
rhythm. Whenever I pushed down, the dildo moved further up into her pussy,
and whenever she pushed down it did the same to me. Our thrusts began very
shallow, but fairly soon we were pushing harder as the passion
grew. Meanwhile we were kissing and touching each other all over, and my
whole body was tingling.
	As we moved together with increasing urgency, I could feel the
beginnings of an orgasm within me, and this was enhanced no end when
Melissa brought her hand around and began to stroke my clit as we fucked
each other to kingdom come. I had Melissa's nipple in my mouth, and I was
finding it hard not to bite down. I could tell that she too was nearing the
edge. I started to rub her clit as well as we rode each other to climax.
	I came first, releasing great torrents of cum and crying out as I
flung my head back, and Melissa was not far behind me. We clung to each
other as we screamed out one another's names and came hard.
	Eventually we returned to normality and slowed to a halt. I lifted
myself up and rolled away from Melissa and she removed the drenched dildo
from her pussy and discarded it to one side. I held her and we lay there,
soaking up the feeling in the room. I knew that I, too, couldn't get
enough.

	We made love all night, and for most of the next day, and for
several of the nights after that, too. Clara was let down gently, I think
she may have seen in coming. And so now I find myself, still with Mel, and
grateful that I realised what I did when I did.
	Initially I thought that Zoe's arrival would change my life, and
I wasn't wrong, but I couldn't have told how it would end up. She proved to
be the catalyst for me waking up and seeing what was in front of me; what
had been there all along.