Date: Tue, 04 May 1999 00:05:57 +0100
From: Joanne <Joannefox37@hotmail.com>
Subject: Melanie's Seduction

   ------------************  Melanie's Seduction  ************---------

Hi, My name is Joanne, this story is my attempt at releasing a few cobwebs,
I have never told anyone about this event, not even my now Husband.  
I'll start with a little bit about myself......
I'm a 37 year old married woman, although i was not married at the time
this story took place.  I've been married for just a little over 3 months,
and the event i'm about to write about, took place, just over a year ago.
I'm 5'5", with long dark brown hair, lightly permed, with the full length
wisping down over my shoulders, and wrapping neatly in toward my body.  I'm
of a nice build, not skinny, and also not overweight, what i would like to
call nicely rounded.  34C-30-32 for all those with an eye for detail.  I'm
straight, although the story you are about to read is about me and another
woman, it was very much a one off event, and even though i did enjoy it, i
prefer men.  
I can remember it as if it was only moments ago, i was sitting quietly on
the couch, watching TV, when the door bell sounded.  It had been a very
long week at work this week, and to be honest i was all for letting it
ring, i didn't want company, and least of all, i didn't want to have to
move from my comfortable position.  But then the Ringing got more intense,
which brought a tone of panic to the room, i started to think what if it
was serious?  Maybe a relative was sick, or worse still, DEAD!  I jumped
up, running for the door, my breath now rapid, and my mind swimming in a
pool of fear and worry.  I had forgotten that all i was wearing was my
nightie, which although long, down to my calves, it was rather flimsy, and
almost transparent.  I didn't even take time to look through the eyepiece
on the door, and thinking back on it now, i acted rather stupid, if there
had been a guy at the door, he would have seen a little more than he'd
bargained for.  
Melanie?!!  I thought, as i opened the door, seeing her standing there.
How the hell did she know where i live?  And what is she doing here, at
this time of the night?  My mind asked.
"I'm s-s-sorry Jo", came her apologetic sobs.
I was speechless, i couldn't think of anything to say, my mind was too busy
trying to work out what had happened, here was Melanie, whom i'd only known
about 3 weeks, after taking her on in my office, to do some light office
work.  She had walked into the office only 3 weeks ago, for the interview,
and had told me all the things i wanted to hear, at 21 with experience in
computers and typing, she was perfect for the job.  Since then i'd got to
know that Melanie was a very pleasant girl, well spoken, neatly turned out,
and just recently i had noticed she was also very witty, after seeing her
reduce the office to a room of giggling gals.  At 5'2", and slim, she was a
petite girl, and her mid-length brown hair, sparkling green eyes and very
warm smile were more than enough needed, to catch the attention of every
guy who entered the office.
"Melanie?!!", i finally heard myself say.  "What's wrong hon? you look
distressed!", i said, after seeing the horror behind her eyes, they were no
longer sparkling prettily, they were bloodshot, tear filled, and her pupils
were dialated, almost swallowing up the green surrounding.  
"I'm s-sorry", she repeated, still sobbing, "I'm sorry for disturbing you
at this hour, i had nowhere else i could go", she finally managed, between 
bouts of tears.  
This i could understand, she'd only moved to the city 4 weeks before this
night, after living over 200 miles away, in a little town called Ardenvore,
all her life.  I had learned, how she grew up there, and only moved away
with her boyfreind, Simon, as her parents were not keen on him, which she
had assured me was due to him not being able to find work.
"It's ok, sweetie", i reassured her, with my tones now, gentle and caring.
"Come on in out of the cold", i said, taking her hand, and leading her into
the living room, closing the front door behind her.  
"I'm really sorry, I..", she started.
"It's ok, now forget about being sorry, and tell me what happened", i
interupted, my tone still caring, but now with a hint of intrigue.
I showed her to the couch, where she sat down, telling her to gather her
thoughts, as i went to make us some Tea, to calm her nerves.
When i returned, she was still sobbing, her face no longer the pretty
picture i was used to seeing about the office all day long, and instead i
was now faced with a girl who was afraid, worried, and god knows what else.
Handing her a mug of hot tea, i placed a pack of Chocolate digestives on
the coffee table in front of her, and then my own mug beside them.  I
always found that chocolate was up to any occasion, and almost always
enough to change a frown into a smile, it was not going to work this time,
i could tell that, but every little helps, as my mother used to say.
I sat next to her, then in a mother's tones, I asked, "now sweetie, tell me what 
happened, i can't help if i don't know what went on". I'd never been a mother, 
but i'd always believed everyone had maternal instincts, whether they got to use 
them or not, and i was getting to use them now.  
"My boyfriend....", she began, then after a sip of tea, she continued..
"he.. he..".  
She went on to tell me exactly why she was here, her Boyfriend, Simon, who,
she now told me, was abusive, both mentally and physically, had accused her
of sleeping around, of which she assured me she hadn't.  He had then lost
his temper, which was apparently a regular occurance, and had started to
yell and shout at her, but this time he had really lost it, and as she
tried to calm him down, and make him see reason, she noticed he had
returned from the kitchen with a rather large carving Knife.  "When i saw
the Knife, i started to scream, and ran for the door", she had informed me.  
"He was screaming, i've never heard him so mad before, just screaming,
screaming out, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH!!!", she went on to explain.
She had managed to get out, and headed for the local taxi depot, which she
knew would still have people around it, even at this late hour.  And after
realizing in her hurry to leave, she had not lifted her purse, and only had
loose change in her dress pocket, which amounted to just over £5.  Then she
had thought of how i had once mentioned i lived in University Rd.  Which
was within her financial reaches.  After paying the taxi driver, she had
then knocked on doors, until she found someone who knew where i lived,
leading to where she was now.
When she'd finished telling me, she was sobbing heavier, almost speaking in
frantic tones nearing the end, i reached out my hand taking hers, holding
it gently, and using my thumb to delicately stroke the back of her hand, as
i looking into her tear-filled eyes, and spoke to her in firm tones, "He
won't find you here, we'll call the cops, and you can stay here, as long as
you want, he'll pay for this, you can be sure of that".
"No, Please.  NO POLICE!!"  she screamed, with a new terror in her voice.
"Honey, you'll have to get them involved, he was going to kill you", i
heard myself reply.
"Please, you have to promise me, NO POLICE, they can't do anything, and it
would only make him madder", she pleaded, with begging eyes.
"Ok, i'll not call them, but i still think you should, and i hope you
change your mind."  I said, my voice returning to comforting whispers.
For the first time that night, she showed the merest shadows of a smile,
which although not entirely heart warming, it was a lot better than
destrought, desperate sobs.  I returned her smile, if you could call it
that, and held her hand tighter.
At that moment i moved my gaze back from her face, and noticed her hair was
soaking wet, then as my gaze moved further, i noticed that in fact she was
soaking wet all over, i hadn't noticed it was raining outside, and with her
going from door to door looking for me, she must have been caught right in
the middle of it.  She was only wearing a light summers dress, with a
mid-length neck line, and a hem line which reached down just above her
knees, with light spaghetti straps over her shoulders.  And a pair of
Cherry red Dr. Martin boots, which threw me back for a second, i'd only
ever seen her conservatively dressed, although doc martins were hardly
appropriate for an office, i giggled to myself inwardly at this thought.
Her skin was red, and i could now see her shivering, which i had mistaken 
earlier as part of her sobbing.  
"Sweetie, your soaking right through, I'm sorry, i never even noticed, now
lets get you a nice hot bath, i'll get you something to wear, and you'll be
feeling better in no time", i assured her, as i jumped up, still holding
her hand in mine, leading her to stand, and taking her to the bathroom
door.  
I ran her a bath, then headed for my room, to look for some clothes that
would fit her.  She was a lot smaller than myself, at only 5'2" to my 5'5",
and she was also slimmer, with a more petite pair of hips, and at a guess,
maybe a 32B chest.  
I found an old nightie, the smallest i had, it would be long on her, maybe
down to her ankles, and the neckline might be a bit baggy, but at least it
would keep her modesty, and comfortable, with it's soft cotton firbres.
I walked toward the bathroom door, hearing the soft splashes as she got
into the bath, i decided not to enter, and instead put the nightie on the
door handle, calling, "i'm sorry, but all i could find was a nightie,
everyying else is much too big, i'll leave it here on the door handle, take
your time honey, and i'll make us something to eat, while you relax".
"Thanks, a nightie is fine", she called back.
I returned downstairs smiling to myself, thinking she was at least feeling
a bit better than she had been.  And it was partly to do with my help.
Feeling somewhat happy with myself, i began to cook us up a late night
snack.
The time passed quickly, and soon i heard her gentle footsteps descending
the stairs, i dished out the food and headed for the living room, putting
the tray on the coffee table.  
"You feeling better sweetie?", i asked, as she walked into the living room.
"yeah, thanks, i really want to thank you, i'm feeling a lot better." Came
her heart felt reply.
I smiled, almost blushing.
"I hope you like pasta", i stated.
"Love it", she answered, now smiling, and expressing her ealier comment on
feeling a lot better.
I walked over to the drinks cabinet and lifted out a bottle of Vodka,
taking two glasses, and laying them on the coffee table, beside the tray,
and returned to the kitchen, taking a bottle of Coke from the fridge,
placing it next to the vodka.  
"For medicinal purposes", i remarked, with a mischievous grin.
With this, she began to giggle, i could still hear a faint weakness in her
giggle, as if she wasn't fully behind it, but at least she was progressing,
it was a huge difference to her heartbroken tears which had greeted me,
only moments before.
As i pulled my eyes away from her giggling face, i noticed the nightie i
had given her, as i had thought, it was quite baggy around the neckline,
and would not have been wise for her to bend over too much, for fear of
flashing her entire chest at whoever was in front of her, and the hem line
did indeed stretch down to just above her ankles, but she looked
comfortable.
"It doesn't fit too bad", i commented.
"It's nice", she said, "very comfortable".  
"Good to hear", i said, as she walked over and sat on the sofa, taking her
plate on her knee, and beginning to eat.
I poured out two very generous glasses of Vodka, using only the faintest
drops of Coke to cloud the liquid in a black swirl. then taking my own
plate, i began to eat with her. 
The Tv was on in the background still, knocking out a late night episode of
Jerry Springer, but neither of us watched, as we instead, chatted, and ate,
occasionally drinking, and refilling our glasses.
As the food ran out, and our glasses were being filled more regularly, our
chatting turned to giggling, not that anything was really that funny, but
as i noticed on leaning down to fill my glass again, we had drunk our way
through a full bottle of Vodka, inside around 2 hours.  It was now 2am, and
we were both past sleeping, and with no work the next morning, and the
memories of what had happened earlier in mind, i walked back over to the
cabinet, lifting out another full bottle of vodka.  I wasn't much of a
drinker normally, the occasional glass of wine with dinner, and maybe a few
vodka & Coke's on a night out, but i certainly hadn't drank my way through
this much in one night in a long, long time.  And i knew Melanie hadn't
either, she had told me on another occasion that she drank only on special
occasions, and in her entire life, had only been drunk around 5 times.  So
as you can imagine we were both very much drunk, giggling at anything and
everything, and now into our second bottle.
As the drink done it's work, i felt myself go soppy, and heard the words,
"Are you really feeling better honey?", leave my mouth. 
"I am", she replied, "thanks to you, you've really been there for me
tonight, i'll never be able to thank you enough", she continued to tell me,
as her lips formed a warm smile, a real smile, not one to hide what she was
feeling inside, or one to make me feel better, but a real smile, one of
warmth, and of gratitude.
"Your smile is more than enough thanks", i said, returning her smile, as
small tears of joy, rolled down my cheeks, resting lightly on my upper lip,
before scuttling into my mouth, with a salty tang.
Seeing her smile, along with the copious amounts of alcohol i had consumed,
had been enough to send a flurry of emotion through my heart, resulting in
the tears of joy, i reached out taking Melanie in my arms, hugging her
tight, so happy i had been able to help her through her agony.  
Melanie sat her drink on the table, and through both arms around me,
hugging me back, i could feel her own tears of emotion rolling down her
cheek and brushing against my cheek, which was lightly brushing against
hers.
The sudden twisting in my back, as i had turned toward her, and began to
hug, had caused a pain in my lower back muscles, so i quickly shifted my
weight to the left of my body, and moved my left foot under my right knee,
now twisting my whole body to face Melanie, but also lifting the hem of my
nightie up above my knees, which at this point i hadn't yet noticed.
Melanie mirrored my motions, pulling her right foot up under her left knee,
now facing me with more comfort.  I saw out of the corner of my eye, that
her nightie had risen, the hem now up above her knees, seeing that her skin
was no longer red, and cold, and instead smooth, silky, and soft.  Which
made me a bit jealous, i had a good body for my age, and my skin was still
in good shape, i ate well, and didn't drink much, and i kept a regular
appointment at the gym, twice weekly, but she had youth on her side, her
body firm and soft, her skin pure, and smooth.
Then something happened, which was to shock me, confuse me, and terrify me.
Melanie moved her body momentarily, to get more comfortable, as we held
each other, just enjoying the closness of the shared hug, but as she moved,
her knee pushed forward, and lightly brushed against mine, awaking me to
the fact that my nightie had moved up just as Melanie's had.  Our now, bare
knees, touched, something which i had probably done on many occasions, and
on other occasions it wouldn't have been anything significant, but maybe it
was the drink, we had drank a lot, or the fact that i hadn't been close to
anyone in so long, i hadn't been in a relationship for near 2 years, and my
body had yearned to be held close, hugged, loved, and here i was being
hugged, held close, being shown love, but i felt a bolt of electricity
shoot through my body, a small moan escaped my lips, which i quickly
covered up by pretending i was clearing my throat, so's not to frighten the
girl.  My mind was racing, I really liked Melanie, and at this moment i was
feeling so close to her, but i was no lesbian, i like men, I LOVE MEN, i
may not have had one in a while, but that doesn't make me a lesbian, i
thought to myself.  
The more i tried to fight the thoughts now surging through my mind, the
more sensitive i became to the light touch of Melanie's Knee on mine, her
soft skin, gently brushing against me, But For god's sake, it was only a
knee, another woman's knee!  how could this be affecting me in such a way?  
what was wrong with me?  Had my time of being alone sent me over the edge?
Was this a desperate cry from within?  Maybe a cry for love, a cry for
attention, a cry for affection?  These questions flooded my mind, in a
swirl of confusion, but then one clear, stark thought entered my mind, the
questions i had been asking, had their place, but at the moment they didn't
matter, what i needed to ask myself right now, was, WHAT DO I DO NOW?  I
can't just break the embrace, she needs the hug as much as i do, and maybe
moreso.  
Without wasting another second, i pulled my knee back, slowly, i didn't
want Melanie to notice anything was wrong, that I was going through a
bout of sexual confusion.  As i pulled back my knee, tucking my left foot
further under my right leg, my nightie rose even higher, and this time i
could feel the hem line roll along my skin, rising to a good few inches
above my knees.  I felt my body temperature rise, and my heartbeat
begin to beat with a slightly heightened tempo.  But our knee's no longer
made contact, and sanity would return soon, this i knew for sure.  
Moments passed, my breathing returning to normal, my heart-rate resuming
it's once natural beat, my mind at ease, comforted in the knowledge that
drink makes people do things, things they would never normally do.  _That
loneliness brings desperation, desperation to find love, in whatever form
possible, even if in a mistaken form.  Yeah, that was it, a mixture of
alcoholically induced giddiness, and desperation founded deeply in
loneliness, that's why it happened, i thought to myself, believing it,
believing it more, almost laughing at how stupid i'd been, to think
anything else. 
Our tears subsided, and our embrace lost it's strength, we gently
parted, not in one sudden movement, but slowly, carefully, until we were
sitting side by side, almost hip to hip, with only the slightest of
distances between us, both facing forward on the couch, sitting quietly,
wiping out tears, sorry that the moment had to end, we always knew it
would, but had wished it wouldn't.  As i wiped my tears from my eyes, my
focus returned.  Gazing downward, i saw the little pink shapes of the
pattern on my white nightie come into view, but as my gaze lowered, i was
horrified with what i saw next.  The thin material of my nightie, revealled
the true extent of my previous thoughts, this could not be explained by
drink, or by loneliness, this was truth.  My gaze had moved just below my
waist, and there, to my utter horror, the material had become moist,
revealing the neat tuft of pubic hair, which i religiously trimmed on a
weekly basis.  It wasn't a hint of darkness lying behind the fabric, or
even the outline of my pubis showing up against the white of my nightie.
The Moistness, which could be only one thing, proof of my darkest fears, i
had in fact, been sexually excited, at the touch of Melanie's knee on mine,
and had made the cotton fabric of my nightie transparent, my gaze was fixed, 
i could see not only my pubis, but just a fraction of an inch lower, i could
see my labia, swollen, aroused.  In my fear, worry, and denial, i had
somehow blanked out my arousal, i had the thoughts, and acknowledged them,
but the physical side of me, had been ignored, forgotten, until now that
was.  
I slowly moved my right hand down to cover my embarassment, not rushing for
fear of attracting Melanie's attention.  Once my hand made contact, i could
feel the moistness against my palm, and at the touch of the hell of my hand
making contact, i all but gasped out, i was not only excited, but my body
was more sensitive to touch, than it had ever been before.  I managed to
keep my hand still, my mind again lost in thoughts of confusion, fear,
panic.  I had to get away from this situation, and fast, maybe i could get
changed, by pretending to spill something on myself, maybe... something,
anything.  Without further thinking, i saw my hand sweep left, and a
healthy drop of vodka (the coke supplies had run out only moments before)
make it's speedy descent, making it's cold and somewhat shocking impact, my
accuracy hadn't been perfect, but luckily the wet spot it made, quickly
spread, covering my earlier shame.  
"Ohhh!", i cried out, looking down at the damage, with fake shock.
Melanie's gaze lowered, then after taking a few seconds to readjust her
gaze (she was feeling the affects of the alcohol now), she looked straight
at my pubis, at this point i couldn't even think, i just froze, trying not
to look into her face, not knowing what would happen if i did.  She kept
her gaze straight, for what seemed like hours, but in fact was probably
only seconds.  Then she started to giggle, which brought a sense of relief
to the situation.  I joined her, a nervous giggle escaped my lips, as my
mind started to calm once more, maybe this would be ok afterall.  
"The toilet is only upstairs", she managed through her laughter.
At this i burst into a laugh of my own, i had got through it, somehow,
someway, i was through it.  Within seconds we were both in fits of
laughter, my head was swirling, my thoughts now barely logical.  I felt the
nights over-indulgence in alcohol go straight to my head, as my laughter
became an insane cackling.  
"Couldn't you wait?"  She quipped, still laughing.
I looked at her questioningly.
"Toilet?  Couldn't you wait and use the toilet like other people do?"  She
giggled.
"Ha!  Ha!  I growled with mock contempt.  Thoughts were running through my
head, it had worked, i'd gotten away with it, then treason of the highest
order inside my head, i saw the image of Melanie gazing at my exposed sex,
her innocent eyes looking at my most private nakedness.  Before this moment
it had only been reactionary thoughts, thoughts based on involuntary
physical reactions to the situation, but for the first time i was now
thinking with lust, no longer thinking how wrong it was, or how i shouldn't
and couldn't do it, now i was thinking if just maybe, i could do something,
anything.  I was thinking of how excited it made me, to know that Melanie
had looked at my sex, she had seen my pubis.  Whether these new thoughts
were brought on by my lack of control due to my anhebriated state, or due
to some homosexual tendenicies hidden within me, didn't really matter now,
what did matter, was, i was aroused, i was now looking at Melanie in a
different light, i was seeing her for the beautiful woman she was, her
chestnut tressles of soft shiny hair, dangling shyly around her sweet,
sweet face, her sparkling (even through the haze of her drunken-glaze)
green eyes, her warm, innocent smile, revealing a set of shinning white
teeth, which hung tantalizingly behind the soft redness of her lips.
She was still giggling, as i responded with my own nervous giggle, trying
to cover up the fact that i'd just been looking at her in the manner i had.
My eyes still transfixed on her lips, their softness, my mind racing of
thoughts of how they would feel against my own, how soft they would be, how
they would taste on mine.  
From nowhere, i felt Melanie's right arm reach out and take hold of my left
forearm, shooting electricity through my entire body, her touch was so
soft, gentle, caring, at that moment i realised one thing, i wanted her,
not in some cheap sexual way, but, i wanted to love this girl, to hold her
in my arms, to care for her, to give her pleasure, and to have her love me.
I lifted my drink from the little table, and drank it down, then turning
toward Melanie's face, i said, "i think we best be getting some sleep hon,
look at the time", while pointing at the clock.  
"Oh My!"  She cried, "i guess time really does fly when your having fun".  
"Sure does", i agreed.  "Now you can have my bed, and i'll take the sofa",
i added, praying, wishing, hoping, that she would insist we share my bed.
"Don't be silly", she stated, "i don't mind sharing if you don't".
"You sure?"  I asked, my heart racing, and my prayers answered.
"Yeah, now let's see if we can make it up stairs at all", she laughed.
Melanie got up first, stumbling toward the living room door, and nearly
making it too, until, only a foot or so away from the handle, she lost her
legs and hit the floor with a sniggering laugh.  As i got up i felt my head
go light, but steadied myself, and walked slowly toward where she sat, then
i took her hand and lifted her to her feet, and we held on to each other
for balance, helping each other out into the hall, and up the stairs,
Pausing occasionally to steady each other.
As we reached the top of the stairs, Melanie lost her legs again, i quickly
placed my hands under her arms, my finger tips resting only inches away
from the softness of her breasts, and lifted her back up, then we headed
for my room.  I reached out my right hand from under Melanie's right arm,
and grasped for the door handle, finding it, on my third attempt, and
opened the door.  We walked in (or staggered), and i let go of her, letting
her find her own way to the bed, and watched as she collapsed on top of my
bed, sprawled out on her back.  I went to my dresser and took off my
jewelry before turning back toward the bed, and my legs almost buckled from
beneath me as i was met with the image of Melanie laying on her back, her
feet placed maybe 2 foot apart, supporting her knees which were pointed
upward.  I froze, my eyes the only part of my body able to move, as i
looked from, first her ankles, up to her shins, knees, to the hemline of
her nightie which was hung just over her knees, then moving my sight
inward, i could see the milky whiteness of her inner thighs, the backs of
her thighs, and the glorious sight of her smooth-shaven sex.  I had always
shaved my own sex, but not fully, not smooth, i always kept a slight tuft
just above.  But i could now see very clearly, that Melanie went all the
way, it looked as if she shaved daily, not a sign of hair at all.  
I must have stood there for at least 5 minutes, but as Melanie was laid out
with her head looking straight up at the ceiling, and in her state of
drunken daze, i had no worry of being caught, with one last look at the
soft delicate skin of her labia, and the little hood which covered her
hidden clitoris, i sighed gently, then walked toward the bed.  I sat on the
side of the bed, then swung my feet around and laid next to her, still no
movement from her, i turned to face her, only to see her jerk upright, and
stand by the side of the bed.  
No!!!  She must have seen me, i thought, what on earth am i going to say?
What do i do?  She'll never speak to me again.  
But then she made a bolt for the door, her hand placed firmly over her
mouth, i sighed in relief, then got up and followed her, just in time, as
when she got to the door her legs gave way again, and i had to catch her,
holding her up as i had before, my hands under her arms.  I managed to help
her to the bathroom, and kneeled her down by the side of the bath, then ran
the cold water tap at full, and kneeled down to her left hand side, the
side closest to the taps.  I grabbed a face cloth and ran it under the tap,
then put it on Melanie's forehead, letting the cold, soothing liquid stream
down over her flushed face, and down over the front of her nightie, then i
moved over, that i was kneeling behind her, my knees on either side of her
legs, my tummy pushed up against the small of her back, my breasts gently
pushing into her shoulder blades.  I reached out my right hand, placing it
around her waist, and resting it on her tummy, stroking gently, as i used
my left hand to administer the face cloth to her head once more, this time
feeling a light trickle of the water run over my right hand.  Her body was
warm against mine, and soft to the touch, i could feel the soft smooth skin
of the backs of her calves against the inside of my knees, and i could feel
myself getting aroused all over again, my nipples growing under my nightie,
pushing like little diamonds against Melanie's back, my sex growing hotter
by the second, and moistening, releasing a faint hint of sex into the room.  
"You going to be sick honey?"  I heard myself ask, as my body swam in
thoughts of lust.
"I don't think so", came her unsteady voice, "i think i was just too warm,
sorry."
"Don't be silly sweetie, no need to be sorry, i'll turn the heating down
for you," i assured her, "let's get you back to bed, and lie you down, and
i'll go adjust the heating for you."
We both rose to our feet, and i helped her back to my room, pausing briefly
to balance on the way.  
I laid her on the right hand side of the bed, and walked toward the door,
then turning back briefly, i said, "You know, you can take that nightie off
if you want, i won't be embarassed, actually i never usually wear anything
in bed myself."
She just smiled, nervously.  I made my way down the stairs, carefully, and
adjusted the heating, and after drinking a glass of ice cold water, i
brought a full glass up for Melanie.  When i opened the door to my bedroom,
i noticed she had pulled the quilt over to my side of the bed, and was
laying under the silk sheet i used under the quilt, as i loved the feel of
the material against my naked body.  Then upon further inspection, i
reallised Melanie's head, neck and shoulders appeared above the top of the
sheet, her shoulders bare, she had removed the nightie, and was naked in my
bed.  I had to steady myself so's not to spill the water, and made my way
over to her side of the bed, placing the glass by the side of the bed on a
little table.  "Just incase you still feel a little too hot", i said.
"Thanks", she replied, managing a little smile.
Upon reaching the bottom of the bed again, i stood for a moment, then after
picking up the courage, i moved my hands down to my waist, taking a
handfull of nightie in each hand, and pulled it up over my head, and off.
I could feel my nipples, hard, hyper sensitive.  My Body was tingling, my
chest heaving, my breathing rapid, and my body temperature off the scale.
I could feel my sex was now swelling, my labia opening slightly as they
swelled, and i could feel the moistness grow stronger.  
Looking back at Melanie's face, i saw her looking directly at my body, she
looked shy, innocent, embarassed, and even a little nervous, apprehensive.
I pretended i hadn't seen her looking, and walked to my side of the bed,
taking the quilt, and throwing it by the side of the bed.  I pulled back
the sheet, revealing Melanie's right shoulder, her right arm, a good
portion of her right side, and a little peak of her right breast, and got
in, laying beside her.  I turned my body to face her, and looking into
those sparkling green eyes, i asked, "you feeling better now sweetie?"
"Thanks", she said, "really, for everything, i'm feeling better now, and
it's all thanks to you."
"Don't be silly", i smiled, "what are friends for?"
She smiled at me, now less nervously.
I leaned over, placing my right hand on the side of her face, running my
finger tips through her hair, and stroking my thumb on her cheek, in a
slow, circular motion.  She smiled all the more, her eyes half closed.  I
moved my hand to her forehead, and used the same action, my fingers in her
hair, my thumb on her forehead.  Her smile shone brightly, giving me enough
courage to continue, i moved my hand down over the softness of her cheek,
and over her chin, now using the outside of my two forefingers, to stroke
my way along her skin.  Slowly, down over her neck, across her neck, down
over her right shoulder, and over her smooth arm, reaching the elbow.
Turning my fingers slightly, i used the inside fingertips of my forefingers
to reverse back up her arm, and turning my fingers again, i made a path
across the line of her neck that meets her chest, this time cutting short
of her shoulder, and running the outside of my forefingers down along the
line of her breast, starting from her arm pit, down over the pale flesh of
her left breast, turning my fingers using the inside finger tips to trace
along the underside of her left breast, i could hear Melanie sigh, and
looked up, just long enough to see her eyes closed, her mouth slightly
open, and her tongue pushing lightly at the inside of her bottom lip.  I
moved my fingertips up along the inside of her left breast, stopping short
of the top, and tracing the outside of my finger tips across to her left
nipple, running my forefingers, one either side of it, teasing her.  Then
reversing, using the inside fingertips, each time in shorter strokes, then
using my forefinger, making small circular paths around her nipple,
brushing at it gently as my finger circled.  I could hear her sigh louder
now, and the faint sound of her tongue work across her lips, the almost
silent, wet sound it made, as it licked it's way from lip to lip.  
I continued my gentle strokes around her right breast a little longer, then
i grasped the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently,
rolling it, pinching it, seeing Melanie's arms rise, and go up level with
her head, i looked up and saw her licking her lips, sighing, her eyes shut,
her face a picture of pleasure.  I couldn't resist those lips any longer,
i leaned over, and kissed her, feeling their softness against mine, it was
even better than i had imagined only a short time ago, so soft, and so
fragile.  I kissed her softly for what seemed like a long time, then began
to kiss my way around her mouth, dropping slightly to under her mouth, then
down to her chin, and down, around her neck, pausing momentarily to poke
out my tongue, and playfully lick it's tip across her neck.  Then going
against what she thought i would do, i returned my lips to hers, this time
parting my lips, and pushing the tip of my tongue to her bottom lip,
tracing it left, then up, around her top lip, and back to where it had
started.  She parted her lips, then leaned her her head forward, taking my
tongue between her soft lips, sucking it gently, sending a new chill of
desire through my body.  I let out a slightly muffled sigh, as she sucked
my tongue deeper inside her mouth, her lips still gently closed around it,
as i felt the tip of her tongue begin to flick playfully at the tip of
mine, then starting to circle it, and running along it's length, before
intertwining, as my lips met her's once more, and we embraced in a sensuous
kiss, our tongues almost dancing inside her mouth.
I withdrew my mouth from hers, taking my kisses back over her chin, along
her neck, and then teasinlgy slow, i traced down the line of her left
breast, across it's underside, and up the inside, before crossing to her
eagerly awaiting nipple, taking it's fullness between my lips, kissing,
suckling, nibbling with my lips.  I wrapped my lips around her breast,
using my tongue to stroke her nipple gently, then closing my lips slowly,
to suckle again, opening my lips slowly, my tongue flicking now, making
circles around her errect nipple.  I moved my mouth left, now doing the
same to her right breast and nipple, treating them with the same care,
listening to the sound of her pleasure fill the air, like music to my soul.  
My lips moved back across her chest, finding her left breast once more,
moving directly to her nipple, this time parting my lips and taking it
between my teeth, gently nibbling, rolling it, nibbling, rolling, before
running my lips lower, kissing my way from her breast to her navel, pushing
my tongue gently inside, licking and tickling at her belly button.  My
mouth moved lower still, tracking kisses from her navel to the under side
of her little belly, using the tip of my tongue i traced from the middle of
the underside of her belly, to the her right, and back to the left, then i
kissed my way down over her left thigh, kissing along the outside, down to
her knee, taking a moment to suckle on her knee playfully, before kissing
down the inside of of her calf, and sucking on her inside ankle, licking my
tongue across to her outside ankle, sucking again, then tracing my tongue
down over the top of her foot, over her toes, i move to the her right foot,
starting with the inside ankle, suckling, tickling, tracing across to the
outside ankle with my tongue, and suckling again.  I began to kiss my way
upward once more, up over her outside calf, to her knee, up over her
outside thigh, and down again to her knee, sucking gently, moving inward,
undil my mouth is touching her inner thigh.  
I moved my body, placing my body between Melanie's knees, feeling her knees
push gently against my legs, her lower legs against my feet.  
Now using my tongue in a side to side motion, i made my way higher, slowly,
not wanting to rush things.  Higher still, even slower.  Then i smelt the
faint smell of sex fill my nostrils, taking a deep breath i filled my lungs
with her sent, then continued, until my nose came into contact with the
smooth touch of her sex.  I pulled my head back, and turned it 90 degrees,
so that my chin now faced her left thigh, my forehead rested above her
right.  I hovered my head up over her sex, and placed my lips just above
it, kissing around it, then kissing down along her right labia, up along
her left, finally wrapping my lips around both, kissing it fully.  Her
sighs were now moans, i could feel her hips push toward me, gently, but
unmistakably.  
Opening my mouth i let my top set of teeth come into contact with her
smooth sex, to the right of her right labia, then pulling my teeth inward,
i ran them over her labia, again, again, again, her hips began to push
harder, i could sense she was about to orgasm, and moved my head higher on
her sex, letting my tongue dart across her now exposed clitoris, feeling
it's swelled mass, and just as i began a second stroke with my tongue i
felt her hips jerk forward, and a gasp escape her mouth, as orgasm ripped
through her body.  Not stopping i brough my mouth back to where it had
been, again running my teeth over her swelled vaginal lips, periodically kissing,
then nibbling on them.  Without warning i plunged my tongue between them,
releasing another gasp from her mouth, i pushed deeper, tasting the
sweetness of her sex on my tongue, deeper still, the tip of my tongue
brushing and flicking at her vaginal walls, delving deeper, then pulled
back, pushed forward, i began to thrust my tongue inside her, her hips
thrusting with the rhythm, her gasps slmost trying to sing to the music our
thrusting was making.  A light trickle of her juices, from her earlier
orgasm met my tongue, it's taste burning renewed lust within me, i moved my
tongue faster, in, out, in, out, faster, in, out, in, out, twisting the tip
deep inside her, moving from side to side, in, out, twisting, in, out, side
to side.  I felt her body tense, and another orgasm ripped through her
body, this time causing her to lift her knees to my waist, wrapping her
calves around my back, down until the heels of her feet were rested on my
buttocks.  As my tongue worked harder still, i felt another orgasm flow
through her, feeling her toes curl as her heels pushed down on my buttocks,
hearing her raise to almost a scream, her hips no longer thrusting to any
rhythm, but thrusting violently.  
I withdrew my tongue from her vagina, and moved my lips higher, until they
found her clitoris once more, this time taking it between my lips, and
sucking on it gently, rolling it between my lips, kissing it, sucking,
kissing, rolling, hearing her screams become hoarse, feeling her body tire,
her legs still tight around my back.  I sucked harder, using my tongue to
flick solidly across the exposed tip of her clitoris behind my lips,
flicking hard, fast, then pulling back my lips, i replaced them with my
teeth, rolling her throbbing, hard clitoris between them, nibbling, as my
tongue still flicked, furiously, flicked, darted, pausing briefly to make a
tiny circle around it with the tip of my tongue, then continuing to nibble,
roll, then i started to bit it gently, just using the barest of pressure,
pusing my teeth in on it, rolling once more, my tongue now began to make
diagnal strokes at it, fast, furious, and just as i returned to biting once
more, i felt Melanie's legs go limp, her feet dropped off my buttocks, and
her legs lay either side of mine, her screams stopped, her hips convulsed,
as her chest heaved, and her breath give out an exhausted rhythm, my mouth
was met by a steady flow of her sexual juices, wrapping my mouth around her
sex, i began to suck and swallow on her sweetness, only letting the
smallest of drops escape, and dribble down my chin.  Then rising up over
her body, i crawled my way up, and leaned down to kiss her again, letting
her taste herself on my lips, we kissed for a long time, sensually, our
tongues again intertwined, playing, dancing.
Releasing our kiss, i rolled over, and lay facing Melanie, just looking
into her sweet face, her sparkling green eyes, and smiled at her, then put
my right arm around her waist, as she put her left arm around mine, we
pushed our bodies closer, and held each other, until we fell asleep, where
even dreams could not match up to the moments we had just shared.
When i awoke the next morning, She was gone, only a note on the dresser,
which i read almost immediately.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you have done for
me, and given me.  I'm sorry i had to leave, but, even though i feel a love
for you, stronger than anything i've ever felt before, i just cannot enter
into a relationship, of which, society will not accept, i wish things could
be different, and sexuality was not something people used to judge how
moral, or how principled a person was.  I love you now, and always will.
Melanie.

As i sat on the end of the bed, reading the not, tears rolled down my eyes,
i knew what she was saying, i could understand, i felt exactly the same.
At the date of writting this, i have never seen Melanie again.

Written by:    Joanne
Dedicated to:  Melanie