Date: Mon, 8 Feb 1999 15:06:01 EST
From: Archtypal Ophelia
Subject: Sporty and Baby's First Time (f/f)

This story is fiction and in no way is meant to slander the Spice Girls.

Sporty and Baby's First Time

It was innocent enough: she had been practicing her backflip and tripped on
the cord for the mic. Emma happened to be in the way and took the brunt of the
fall, while Melanie C's hand ended up resting on Emma's breast when all the
ruckus was over. It was quickly moved; they were close friends that had no
reservations about touching each other, but there was something different
about this, though Mel wasn't sure why yet. Their eyes met and they paused for
a second. Emma's eyes held a different light...she broke the gaze, got up, and
dusted herself off. When she looked in the mirror she was shocked to realise
that her eyes held the same light. She stopped and tried to think if it
could've been an arousal she'd read in their eyes. "No way!" she thought to
herself while shaking her head to clear the thoughts, "That's fucking
ridiculous." Emma did much the same and they tried to forget it, each filing
the look away for future reference.
    A few days later, while gathering some papers together, they collided, and
Mel's knuckles brushed across Emma's nipple, drawing an instant reaction that
stunned Emma. Mel saw the look on Em's face and registered it for what it was.
She quickly looked away; she already knew what'd be in Emma's eyes and she
didn't wanna face it just yet. They mumbled their "I'm sorry, didn't mean to
get in your way"s, then exited in opposite directions.
    All through the day she thought about those looks, trying to define the
emotion she'd read in Emma's eyes, but trying to avoid the evident.
    Later in the evening, after practice, fate took a hand and Victoria left
with Emma's keys, leaving Em and Mel alone to go home together. It'd happened
numerous times before; Victoria's always leaving with Emma's keys, they look
exactly alike. So instead of taking her all the way across London to get her
home, Mel just took her home. That's the way they'd done it every other time,
only this time there was a hint of promise in the tension that haunted the air
between them.
    They avoided the thing that hung between them, just being the friends
they'd always been. Mel ordered in some food, and Emma turned on some music,
settling down on the couch. Mel walked around, almost pacing. She'd accepted
the fact that she wanted Em, but what exactly she wanted she still was not
sure of. Emma groaned and shifted her position on the couch for the fifth time
in four minutes. 
	"What's wrong? You keep tossing like a fucking fish outta water. You restless
or something?" Melanie asked.
    "No, I twisted wrong when we did that last step and I think I messed up my
back a bit. It's nothing, forget it." Emma rolled onto her stomach and closed
her eyes, trying to relax. Mel saw her trying to rub a sore spot away in her
lower back, so she walked over and replaced Em's hands with her own. Settling
down on the couch next to Emma, she massaged the sore muscles with a gentle
but firm hand. The album had ended by then, but they didn't notice, they were
too caught up in the moment. Emma jerked back to reality and realised what she
was beginning to feel again, so she started to turn over, her eyes seeking out
Mel's and holding a gaze. She rolled all the way over and ended up
inadvertently putting her breast right into Mel's hand. She immediately felt
her body's response to the contact and it sent a spark through her blue eyes
that were still holding Mel's gaze. Before they realised what was happening,
their lips met--just a gentle pressure, but enough to carry the current they
were feeling. They broke apart, staring into each other's eyes trying to
understand their feelings. Emma was a bit confused, but Mel finally understood
what she wanted--she wanted to please the one she loved.
    She kissed Em again, pushing her back flat on the couch and deepening the
kiss. Her hand slid over Emma's stomach and she felt a clench in her own when
the muscles there contracted with the touch. She traveled her hand down Emma's
thighs, which caused Emma to shift nervously a bit. She was getting turned on
but her mind couldn't accept that it was her friend Melanie turning her on
this way. Mel felt the change in Emma in her kiss and broke it off, propping
herself on one hand, the other moving up to Emma's breasts. She wanted to show
Emma that what she was feeling was real, not just a horny imagination, she
really did like it and she did want more. Her hand moved to the bottom of
Emma's t-shirt, lifting it up and off, exposing her skin to waiting hands and
mouth. She slipped her hand inside Emma's bra cup and her fingers played over
her already erect nipple. She released a whimper when Mel leaned down and
replaced her hand with her mouth, applying a gentle suction through the thin
cup fabric. Mel slid her hands under Emma and unclasped the bra, removing the
last barrier, then replaced her mouth, tongue playing where her fingers had
left off. 
	Emma's hands moved to Mel's head, tangling in her hair. She was hotter at
this early foreplay moment then she'd ever been with any man and it was new
and exciting, albeit still a little scary. She tugged on Mel's hair and she
looked up, Emma's eyes were glazed with her arousal, but still full of
confusion. She didn't understand what was happening to her. 
	"It's okay, Em. This feels right." Mel whispered as she sat up, she realised
that despite how hot they were for each other, she had to slow down or it'd
never work; Emma would end up too confused. She sat back and ran a single
finger from Emma's
collarbone straight down to her navel, where she went in a little circle
design, then ran it back up Emma's body. She was almost doodling, since she
was trying to clear her head a little and think. Emma's head was swimming; she
was getting wet and could feel it in her underwear, and in the throbbing
between her legs. But her mind couldn't connect that feeling with Melanie; she
was trying to catch her thoughts, but Mel's hands were still playing with her
senses, even if unwittingly. Mel looked at Emma's face and saw the anxiety
there, and she looked deep into Emma's eyes. 
	"Do you want this, Emma? Cos I think I do, but if you don't I'll leave. You
can stay here, I'll go to Vic's for the night." She didn't recieve an answer,
so she started to get up but Emma grabbed onto her arm. 
	"Wait." She stopped and looked at Emma, that one scratchily spoken word
holding much more then it would seem. Emma slowly licked her lips and closed
her eyes, then she took Mel's hand in her own, entwining their fingers.
    Mel took the invitation and used it. She released Em's hand and ran her
hands down Emma's sides, slowing at the waistband of her pink skirt. She
unbuttoned it and slid it down, taking more time then necessary so that it
fully sank in what she was doing. She lightly touched the wet panties between
Emma's legs in awe. She couldn't believe that she had evoked this reaction
from someone, let alone her best friend. Emma clasped her hands onto the couch
arm above her head as Mel's fingers started to slowly stroke the wet fabric
and her hips began to follow the pattern. Emma was oblivous now, she was too
hot to care about much anything other then her lover's movements. Mel slipped
her fingers around the elastic of Em's undies and inside her, causing a quick
upward jerk of her hips, accompanied by a moan. Melanie's fingers slid slowly
in and out, but Emma was too hot; she started pumping her hips faster and
faster--she didn't want to go slow. Mel wanted to please so she followed suit,
moving her hand faster in time. She was hot herself, but wanted this to be an
amazing experience for Emma, besides which she was getting off on Emma's
reactions alone. Emma's face was contorted with the feelings coursing through
her and her fast approaching orgasm. Her eyes shut tightly, bottom lip clamped
between her teeth, her head was tossing side to side. She wanted this to both
end and continue forever, she'd never reacted to a lover this strongly. Mel
placed an open mouth against the soft skin of Emma's throat, causing her to
gasp. Her fingers felt the tightening inside as Emma's internal muscles pulled
demandingly in instinct. She let her hand linger long enough to relish the
contractions, then she sat back and watched as Emma convulsed gently in the
throes of the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced.
    She didn't know what to do with herself. She detested wanking but she
thought it still might be too early to ask anything of Emma, even after the
evening's occurances she was still too unsure. While it was just as new of an
experience for Mel she'd always been one of the easier ones of the group, one
of the ones that accepted things faster. Emma spared her any further thought
about it by taking her hand and leading her back into the bedroom. 
	"It's your turn, that was amazing." Just as Mel suspected, she was still a
little unsure, but she wanted to return the favour she'd just recieved.
Walking about in
white knee socks and cotton panties and nothing else, she pushed Mel down into
a sitting position on the edge on the bed. She knelt between Mel's knees and
wrapped her arms around her body, resting her head against her lover's chest
like a child being comforted by it's mother. She was still kinda woozy from
her own pleasure; she'd not fully recovered yet. But she was enthusiastic and
wanted to please Mel the same way she had been pleased. She pushed her flat on
her back, legs dangling off the end of the bed, and worked on removing her
trakkie bottoms. Mel sat up on her elbows and observed as Emma went through
the same moment of wonder at the reaction she'd caused in her friend that she
herself went through not long ago. When she got to be on the receiving end of
Emma's explorative touches, it was difficult to hold on since she was already
incrediably hot, but she didn't want to lose it so fast; she wanted to savour
this. Emma removed Mel's underwear and ran her index finger over the swollen
flesh she'd revealed. 
	"I did this to you?" She replaced her finger with her tongue...gliding
lightly across Mel's fevered skin. Melanie didn't want her to do this, but at
the same time her body begged for it, for the release it would bring. Her lips
and body conflicted each other as she moaned out: 
	"No, no, no, Emma, don't..." but her hips jerked upwards and screamed
silently for another touch. Emma obeyed the demands of her lover's body,
lowering her head
between Melanie's legs. She slipped her tongue inside, and though she was
awkward, she was also determined. She'd never done this before, but the
encouragement she was getting from Melanie's reaction was good enough. Mel's
hands tangled in the bed sheets next to her and her head tossed back and
forth. She couldn't stand it, she'd already been on the brink. She moaned as
Emma continued to slide her tongue in and out, inexperienced but doing what
she knew would drive her lover wild. Melanie came in a fierce storm, body
thrashing and straining upwards while she stifled a scream in her throat,
which came out as something of a strangled sob instead. Emma moved back and up
on Mel's body, kissed her gently with spice still on her lips, then flopped
over on her back so they lay side by side. They moved up on the bed and got
under the covers, wrapping their limbs around each other. It was more of a
comfort move then a sexual one, they fell asleep in a hug of sorts. Both of
their minds wondering what was going on, but knowing that they liked it
regardless.