“It’s Robert,” Melinda managed to find her voice between sobs. “He threw me out.”
Susan’s arms tightened around the girl. She shivered, something unknown moved within her, stirred by the nearness of this young woman, the warmth of her near naked body. “It’s okay, Melinda. It’s all right now. Tell me what happened.”
“It’s been coming to a head for the past year, I guess.” Melinda gained some control over her voice, feeling safe with Susan’s arms about her. “We were just too different for it to really work. I think I knew that from the beginning.”
Susan had met Robert once, just before Melinda decided to move into the writer’s apartment and live with him. That had been about fourteen months ago. To be honest, she had never cared for the man much. The ten years separating his and Melinda’s age didn’t bother her so much as the philosophical gap. Robert seemed to be still living back in the fifties while Melinda belonged to the eighties.
“He called me a pervert, a slut, a whore and threw me out,” Melinda continued. “Susan, it was horrible.”
Shaking and crying, Melinda subtly modified the events of her breakup with Robert. She couldn’t tell Susan the real reason for Robert’s real anger, only Jace would understand that, Jace who shared her secret, a secret Robert couldn’t live with. Instead, she told Susan, the problem stemmed from a difference in their sexual appetites, which in fact it was.
“I’ve also thought that the things a man and woman share in their bedroom were natural as long as it didn’t involve physical or mental injury to either one of them.” Melinda carefully formed her white lie. “But Robert couldn’t accept that. Even something as good as oral sex was repulsive to him. Finally he went wild, telling me I was no better than a slut, doing the things men pay whores to do to them.”
Susan had heard of such men, but luckily she had never met one. She pulled Melinda closer, cradling her shaking body. “Shhhhh, it’s all right now. Robert’s not here and there’s no way he can hurt you.”
“I know,” Melinda said, sucking in a deep breath. “But I feel so cheap… used and degraded.”
She didn’t feel any of those things. She felt betrayed and hurt. How could Robert profess to really love her, yet be so unable to accept that one secret of her life?
“Shhhhh,” Susan whispered again. She pulled back a bit and lightly kissed the girl’s forehead. Melinda’s desperate distress swamped her. She wanted to somehow protect her, to keep her from any other hurt. “I understand, really I do. But it’s over now. He’s gone and you’re safe, here at home.”
Susan’s hands softly drifted to the younger woman’s face, cradling it gently. Her fingers wiped away the flow of tears and she tenderly kissed the girl’s cheeks.
“Susan, you’re so great,” Melinda said, a smile weakly moving on her lips. “Also like a member of the family, a sister.”
Susan’s brow wrinkled a bit. Melinda’s remark puzzled her. Melinda sounded as though she didn’t know of Jace and her forthcoming wedding. Hadn’t Jace told his sister?
“I knew it was right coming here,” Melinda continued. “I just had to be home among family and friends. Thank you, Susan. You don’t know how much it’s helped talking with you.”
The way Melinda emphasized “friends”. It bothered Susan even more. Wasn’t she family?
Melinda leaned forward, her lips lightly brushing against Susan’s mouth. That unknown sensation stirred within Susan once again. She was suddenly totally aware of Melinda’s closeness, the thinness of her negligee. A whimpery moan escaped softly from her throat.
Melinda’s coal-black eyes flitted up, locking onto Susan’s gaze. For a moment, neither speaking, they stared. Susan trembled, trying to deny the glimmering glimpse of understanding she now felt. She felt a shiver shoot through the younger woman, as though she had just recognized the same feeling.
Unsure, Melinda slowly nodded her head. Her dark eyes searching Susan’s face for some answer to her unspoken question. A question that neither wanted to place in words. To do so would be to admit to the strange, uncertain feelings they shared.
Susan’s head nodded in reply.
Uncertainty still haunting her jet eyes, Melinda’s hands reached out and cautiously brushed over Susan’s face. A watery fluttering rippled through the older girl’s stomach. She quivered, wanting, but not wanting, afraid, but not frightened enough to pull away.
Tentatively, the black-haired woman’s fingertips softly floated over her face, trembling while they traced over the fullness of Susan’s mouth. So familiar those inward stirrings felt now, as she accepted them for what they were. Yet, so different, so forbidden. She wanted to speak, to tell Melinda they shouldn’t, it wouldn’t be right. But it felt so right.
Melinda’s head tilted forward. She was a bit more certain now, less hesitant about the feelings that drew her to this woman, her brother’s business partner. Her lips once again gently brushed over Susan’s.
It’s not too late, Susan told herself, knowing that it was. She shivered at the intimate contact of Melinda’s lips. Before the young woman’s kiss had been but a thank you. Now it held much more.
Firmly Melinda’s lips pressed, covering the other woman’s mouth. Her tongue tenderly moved out and Susan’s mouth opened, admitting the moist pinkness of her oral probe. There was no turning back now, nor did she find herself wanting to. She returned the kiss, while her hands drifted to her future sister-in-law’s gown, opening it.
The black-haired young Goddess sucked in a deep breath, then trembled. Susan’s hands cupped the twin cones of tits standing proud and firm on her chest. She threw herself against the blonde artist, her mouth once again possessing her feminine lips and at the same time pressing her tits into Susan’s hands.
Not since those first days of puberty when she and her young friends had explored their knot-like developing breasts, had Susan’s fingertips so intimately touched another woman. Now the excitement of Melinda’s smooth, young flesh within her hands sent fire racing in her veins. She felt weak and liquid. She surrendered to the taboo desires that burned within her.
“My titties,” she said when their lips parted. “Use your hand on my tits.”
Melinda nodded, her fingers working free the buttons of the lovely, blonde artist’s blouse. While the younger girl freed her bra, Susan’s hands ran over and around the alluring mounds of Melinda’s breasts. Sleek and smooth, they were like silk to her touch, so warm and vibrant.
“Ohhhhh,” Susan moaned, new flames leaping within the lusting core of her body. Melinda’s hands covered her tits, squeezing the heavy-laden melons.
Neither seemed to hold any doubts now. The warm, loving feelings they created within their very feminine bodies seemed natural and right. For that moment, that was all that was important.
Leaning to Melinda’s chest, Susan’s lips softly kissed one of the dark brown nipples asleep atop the younger woman’s tits. She felt the shivery approval that shot through the black-haired beauty. Approval echoed by the rapid stiffening of that dark cherry. It swelled until it stood hard and turgid, straining the slightly darker-colored aurole surrounding it. Susan then tasted the tempting button with the tip of her tongue, then her lips once again, sucking and licking at the womanly taste of the girl’s breasts.
Leaving one hand to taunt and tease at Susan’s breasts, Melinda’s fingers glided down over the flatness of the blonde’s belly. Easily, she unclasped the buttons to her jeans. Her fingers slid beneath the elastic band of Susan’s panties and into the downy muff of her cunt.
“God!” Susan moaned around the mouthful of tits she sucked. “I never expected it would be like this! Not with another woman!”
“It’s good,” Melinda said, wiggling a finger into the already moist crevice of the blonde’s pussy. “You feel so good.”
Inwardly, Melinda’s exploring finger delved the hot, wet, channel of Susan’s quim. Each tiny movement sent shuddering new sensations coursing through her now totally willing body. She moaned, spreading her thighs to allow the younger woman even deeper penetration of her body.