This added to the mystery of the young girl who never showed fear because she'd been brought up to never show fear. It was the animal truth, and Melissa recognized this, that it wasn't all myth-i.e., that when one permits an animal to recognize one's fear of it, the animal suddenly his the distinct advantage and will attack.
"Nellie, don't you want to tell me what's wrong, don't you? I'm sure I'll understand."
Nellie was constantly trying to stop sobbing but each time that Mrs. Staunton, who had her arm around her shoulders, and was nestling her head against her own shoulder, would press her body an inch closer or exert another inch of body pressure, Nellie's sobs would rise in her throat and she would almost burst out in hot tears.
"I can't.
"Oh, come on, now. Surely you can. You trust me, don't you, Nellie?"
"Yes… yes… " the girl answered between huge gulps of breath and semi-violent shivering. Melissa could smell her sweat. Rather than decreasing, it was becoming more aromatic and to Melissa's delight, she found the aroma intoxicating and acting like some kind of weird aphrodisiac that was definitely having an effect on her.
In fact the effect it was having, said Melissa to herself, was adding to the Јact that both females were quite nude under their outer coverings. When this finally dawned completely on Melissa, she began instantly to feel a kind of churning in her cunt. She looked down to notice also that her nipples were stiff and when she dared to glance down and over at Nellie's naked breasts, she saw that her nipples were also taut.
This fact was wildly exciting and aroused a new burning of desire in the older woman.
"Nellie…?"
The girl looked up, again wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve. "Yes… yes, Mrs. Staunton?"
"Nellie, do you think something to drink might help cheer you up and maybe… well, maybe it would do instead of you telling me what's wrong? What do you think?"
"… but, Mrs. Staunton, I have… there's nothing here to drink in my rooms."
"I didn't suppose there was, dear, but what I had in mind was my ringing for George and having him bring something to us."
Nellie was suddenly alarmed.
"What if George were to see us here… like this… hardly dressed?"
Melissa laughed. "That won't happen. I'll just tell him to leave it outside the door," she added.
Nellie relaxed and a certain tension left her body. "I didn't think of that."
"So, you'd like something?"
"I think so. Yes." Nellie tried to cover up her nakedness by drawing her ragged robe closer but since it had no buttons, it opened up soon again.
"How about some cognac?"
Nellie smiled for the first time and as she did, she saw Mrs. Staunton's eyes caressing her naked breasts. At first, this was scary, but when she saw the older woman also licking her lips and wrinkling her brow, she felt much easier.
It was plain that Mrs. Staunton liked her young breasts, the way she was staring at them now, and this was arousing Nellie, exciting her very very much, more than Nellie wanted to admit.
At the intercom buzzer box on the wall near the door of Nellie's apartment, Mrs. Staunton ordered a bottle of cognac and two glasses from the kitchen.
George said he'd be right up. He asked if Nellie was ill and Mrs. Staunton said she was uneasy but she'd be alright soon. He was to leave the bottle on the tray just outside the door.
Melissa returned to the bed.
"Climb up on the bed, dear," she said, "you'll be more comfortable."
Nellie was obedient. And, as she did, her gown opened all the way. Mrs. Staunton sat down beside her and when Nellie made a weak effort to close the robe, Mrs. Staunton held her hand.
"You're so pretty to look at, darling," she said. "Won't you leave it open… just for me? Or will it embarrass you too much?"
A small grin came to Nellie's face. "You really think my shapes okay?"
"You've lovely breasts, darling," she said. Her hand reached out and the next thing Nellie knew was that Melissa's fingers were grazing over her full, ripe breasts, caressing them, cupping one breast then rubbing her thumb over her erect nipple.
Nellie giggled. "You're tickling me."
"… but not hurting you, right?" Melissa laughed.
"No," Nellie grinned, "It feels good."
"They're very pretty," Melissa repeated, "so firm, so nice and round and curvy."
Nellie's own hands cupped her breasts. She raised them up, looking down at them critically, wrinkling her forehead as she did.
"The boys always loved them."
"They're sweet," said Melissa. Once again she touched both breasts, caressing them, stroking and then fondling them, rubbing them close together as Nellie looked down to watch.
"Feels very good," Nellie smiled up at Mrs. Staunton.
"You like what I'm doing?"
"Oh yesss. Oh, yes."
Melissa moved closer to Nellie. She'd been sitting just on the edge of the maid's bed, now she was nearer the girl. Nellie's robe was open fully and except for her high heeled bedroom sandals, she was stark naked.
Melissa's eyes were caressing her belly, her hairy triangle, her thighs, running down her long legs, back up again to linger at her crotch, then up to her exquisite breasts.
As she was doing this, Nellie's eyes were also roaming. Melissa's short wraparound was open and her breasts were also visible but not as much as Nellie's.
If Nellie lowered her eyes she could see the patch of hair between Melissa's white thighs, but Melissa sat with her knees close together.
"You're breasts are nice, too," said Nellie, holding her breath. She wasn't sure she had the right to say anything at air about her mistress' beautiful breasts, but she'd taken the chance and now waited to see what would happen.
"Thank you, my darling," replied Melissa. She sat back a little and then, to Nellie's utter surprise and perfect delight, Melissa slipped the wraparound off her shoulders.
Now the older female was nude to the waist and Nellie's was growing more and more visibly excited.
"These are not as nice as yours are, dear."
"I think they're perfect, honestly, I do."
"You do?" Melissa's breath was also shortening. And when Nellie's hand reached out to return the same kind of experimental, exploratory caress that Melissa had bestowed on her darling breasts, Melissa felt a deep throb in her throat.
"I like your fingers touching me," she said.
"You're nice to touch."
"So are you, darling. Very nice," said Melissa. Sitting closer again, she reached over and was once more fondling and caressing the young girl's naked breasts, her fingers wandering, touching, feeling, her fingers squeezing and pinching the girl's tight nipples but very gently.
Nellie was doing the same to her. And soon they were much closer, their faces almost touching, each staring into the other's soft eyes, Melissa's,tongue moistening her lips as Nellie's lips parted.
And in seconds when their mouths met, a deep sigh came from both.
"Oh God," cried Nellie, "oh God in Heaven."
"Kiss me, darling," said Melissa. "Kiss me."
When Nellie pressed her lips tighter against Melissa's mouth and began to peck at them and kiss harder and harder, Melissa's hands were squeezing her breasts just as hard and as passionately as Nellie's hands and fingers were pinching and stroking Melissa's breasts.
The harder they kissed the more frantic became their fingers, pinching, especially squeezing and then both almost simultaneously scratching the other's delightful breasts with their sharp fingernails.
"This is so wonderful… so beautiful," cried Melissa, kissing the girl's sweating face, licking her nose, her closed eyes as Nellie's fingers worked furiously on her naked breasts.
"Ohooooooo, yesssss, squeeze, tiny breasts, Nellie hurt them. Oh, God… Yesssssss, that's how. Oh, darling, my nipples, Pinch them… pinch them for me, yessssss, yesssss, hurt them. Oh, God… yessss."