Date: Wed, 17 Oct 2007 13:16:55 -0400
From: kitomi623@hotmail.com
Subject: "Sweet Melody"

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Sweet Melody
By CAT


	Beatrix looked up the length of Melody's writhing body and smiled
against the sopping warmth pressed to her face. Even in the gloom of her
parked car, Beatrix could tell Melody was flushed. Her eyes were screwed
shut, and one of Melody's hands tweaked at her exposed nipple while the
other was hooked in Beatrix's dark hair. She was positively twitching with
pleasure, and Beatrix couldn't have been more satisfied. She flicked her
tongue sharply and was rewarded with an equally sharp kick of Melody's
foot, perched up on the front seat's headrest.
	"Ooh God!" Melody gasped as she bucked her hips. "Beatrix! Beatrix!
Oh Trixy! Uugh...ah...! Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh! ...yes! Jesus fucking...!
Again, again!" Beatrix did it again. "God! Aaaah! Ah! Ah!"
	Melody was about to climax. Beatrix knew the signs, craved them,
and did the only reasonable thing once they showed...she slowed down. She
worked her mouth carefully to maintain pleasure but quell Melody's storming
reactions. Eventually she moved away from the target area entirely, and
instead kissed and nibbled at Melody's thighs and hips, at her naval, at
the soft bed of her just below it, at any place she could reach from her
position on her knees save for the one that really mattered. Melody's chest
was heaving, and her hand moved to massage herself where Beatrix would not.
	"No, no," Beatrix muttered, and gently moved the hand away.
	She continued kissing strategic circles around Melody's legs, while
Melody played at her own breast all the more vigorously. She attempted to
touch herself once more, and was again deflected by Beatrix. So Melody
placed her hand in her mouth to still it. At last Beatrix began playing
between Melody's legs with her own fingers. Slowly, but the sensation of
being touched again obviously had a strong effect on Melody. She began
panting around the hand in her mouth, and her grip on Beatrix's hair
tightened. Beatrix nibbled methodically just next to Melody's pelvic bone
as she worked her fingers, and gazed up at Melody's face with passionate
brown eyes. She began moving her hand faster against Melody, and inside
her. Melody bit hard on her fist and moaned. Beatrix could see sweat
beginning to bead on Melody's cheeks and nose, and she made her move.
       With lightening quickness she moved her hand and replaced it with
her mouth once more. She worked furiously and tactically, and the reaction
from Melody was a near-scream.
       "Oh fuck! Aah! Aah! Aah! Holy shit! Beatrix! Ooh! Uuuuughoh God!
Trixy! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
       She came.
       Smiling broadly, Beatrix sat up on the car seat next to Melody. She
wiped at her mouth the back of her hand, but when that proved inadequate
she produced a laced handkerchief from the cleavage of her dress and dabbed
at her face with it.
       Regarding the amount of wetness that came away onto the cloth,
Beatrix turned to Melody and remarked, "Not bad, then?"
       Melody had no answer other than to look at Beatrix with wide, happy
eyes. She was still somewhat sprawled, having failed to even lower her leg
from the headrest. She was sweating, and what little clothing she still
wore was bunched and damp. Melody was an utter mess--and utterly content.
       "That was fantastic," she breathed.
       "I have been practicing," Beatrix said, stuffing her handkerchief
back into her bosom.
       "Oh have you? Practicing with whom, pray tell?"
       "A very charming and lovely young woman. You know her well. She has
gorgeous black hair and perfect, pale skin, not to mention the most
alluring curves to ever fill out a black dress."
       "Your sister?"
       "Myself, you depraved hussy!"
       "Wow," Melody chuckled as she at last repositioned herself to sit
normally. "You must be flexible."
       "I practiced the general concepts rather than the specific
technique. Although truth to tell, I did indeed put my flexibility to the
test, although the results were, of course, several inches short of
remarkable."
       "Aww. Well, keep up the yoga, babe--you'll get there someday. But in
the meantime, I guess you're just going to have to accept some outside
help..."
       Melody slinked her arms around Beatrix's neck and began kissing
softly behind her ear. Beatrix shuttered excitedly, and wriggled slightly
on the seat as her body began to warm. Such heat was obvious to Melody as
she swung her leg around and straddled Beatrix's lap. Their lips met, and
Beatrix couldn't help but to tweak at Melody's still bare nipple as their
tongues danced together in a slippery tango. Melody began unbuttoning the
front of Beatrix's dress and exposed the creamy swell of her breasts, still
bound by a black bra. Pulling back from their kiss, Melody plucked
Beatrix's handkerchief from the bra and, grinning devilishly, began sucking
on the still-moist fabric.
       "Oh, you are depraved..." Beatrix whispered.
       Melody winked at her and slid downwards off Beatrix's lap onto the
floor of the car. Smacking her lips theatrically, she flipped up the skirt
of Beatrix's dress and began kissing a path up the inside of her smooth
thighs. Yet just as Melody's lips began to graze the crotch of her panties,
Beatrix reached down and lifted her chin.
       "What do you think you are doing?" Beatrix said lightly.
       Melody cocked her brow. "Unless I'm completely wrong about the
little oral performance you just gave me, then I do believe it's your turn,
honey babe."
       "No, I do not get a turn. What I did was a gift to you. A reward for
your wonderful theatrical debut earlier this evening."
       "Oh c'mon, it was just a little school play-"
       "That you were wonderful in."
       "-and you already gave me flowers. Roses at that! Where'd you get
that kind of cash?"
       "I worked an extra shift at the library. I intended to buy you a
necklace as well, but my funds ran dry. Hence the back seat, front door
exuberance."
       "My point is, I hardly deserved the flowers, much less a good tongue
lashing."
       "I will be the judge of you deserve, my dear." Beatrix caressed
Melody's cheek and petted her short brown hair. "And I say you deserve the
Earth and the sky, and all the pleasures that they contain."
       Melody smiled warmly and crawled up from the floor to hug Beatrix
tight. She sniffled against Beatrix's shoulder as a pair of stray tears
trickled from her eyes.
       "I love you, Trixy," she said. "I really, really love you."
       "Mmm, and I love you," Beatrix said. "You are my star..."
       After several moments, Melody pulled away and began to reluctantly
redress. Beatrix fetched her handkerchief and stuffed it back inside her
bra before buttoning her dress closed. Once Melody was clothed and tidied,
both women slipped into the front seats of the car. Beatrix started the
engine and pulled back onto the main road nearby. As they drove through the
night towards home, Melody took her rose bouquet from the dashboard and
breathed in the strong, sweet scent of the crimson flowers. She reached
over and grasped Beatrix's hand.
       "Y'know," she said, "you're not getting out of getting fucked that
easily."
       "I hope not," Beatrix replied. "I intended the roadside
entertainment only as a generous precursor to the evening's
activities. Have no doubt that as soon as I get you in bed, I will be glad
to accept any and all favors you wish to bestow upon me."
       "You sure you can handle it? `Cause you better believe I'm gonna
favor your brains out."
       "I would not have it any other way," Beatrix breathed as she pulled
into the driveway.