Love Me

Chapter Four

Melina choked. “Abby!”

Abby tipped her head. “Why not? We’re both enjoying it.”

Melina sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

“We’ll stop whenever you want,” Abby assured her gently. She stroked a hand over Melina’s shoulder, her thumb almost, almost touching her aching nipple.

“But…” Melina tried to gather her whirling thoughts. “The idea was for Gavin to see us…to make him jealous. If he can’t even see us…”

“He’s not here.”

Melina rolled her bottom lip in. That was true. The lure of this illicit behavior was shockingly strong even though a voice in her head kept saying, you shouldn’t be doing this, over and over. She was a little drunk and a lot turned on and Abby was attractive and hot and coming on to her, making her feel wanted.

As if sensing her capitulation, Abby stood and held out a hand to her. Melina looked at her, heart thudding in her chest, then she took Abby’s hand and let her pull her up off the sofa. She followed her up the stairs and into the door of the first bedroom on the right. It was dark and empty, sparsely furnished, Duncan and Kylie’s “guest room”. She closed the door.

The windows were curtainless and the light of the moon and a nearby streetlight cast a faint glow over the big bed with its plain white down comforter.

Heart tripping with nerves and excitement, Melina paused, uncertain. She should not be doing this. But it wasn’t like she was cheating on Gavin. Cheating would be with another guy. This was…something else. She wasn’t sure what exactly, but she knew whatever it was, it felt good and was unbelievably arousing.

Abby took both Melina’s hands in her own and drew her closer until their bodies touched. They were about the same height, both of them small women, just over five feet tall, and it felt odd to be with someone that size. Gavin was six feet tall and sometimes picked her up to kiss her.

A sigh escaped her as Abby put her hands on Melina’s hips, tilted her head to the side and leaned in for another kiss. But this kiss…so different. Her small, soft mouth opened on Melina’s in a deep, reaching kiss that she couldn’t not respond to. Melina opened for Abby, too, and their tongues touched, stroked wetly, softly.

Melina made a small noise deep in her throat, leaned in and wrapped her arms around Abby’s slender body. Again, so different. She could feel Abby’s small bones, feel her soft breasts pressed against her own as they kissed, again and again.

“Wow,” Abby gasped, as they parted long moments later. “You are so hot, Melina.”

Melina didn’t know what to say. Thank you? I know? Because she was hot, she was fucking on fire for Abby. “So are you,” she finally managed.

Abby smiled. She slid her hands up over Melina’s waist and then, slowly, as if giving her the chance to stop her, she touched her breasts. Weakness flooded Melina at her touch, her breasts swelling forward into Abby’s hands, and she moaned.

“Nice,” Abby murmured. “So big.”

Melina nodded mindlessly, her nipples jutting and throbbing to be touched harder. She bit her lower lip, her own hands aching to feel Abby like that.

“Touch me, too.”

Abby’s husky invitation was all she needed, and Melina hesitantly covered Abby’s breasts with her hands. They filled her palms, just, and she squeezed gently. They were firm, with pointy little nipples, and she again wondered what they’d feel like bare. She ached to rub her own breasts over Abby’s little ones.

They caressed each other through their shirts for a while, kissing with open mouths, long, slow tongue kisses. Abby’s tongue was small and velvety, pushing in and out of her mouth, licking her, sucking on her, and she was sweet and hot. Melina was lost in it, swept up in a dizzying vortex of sensation. Then Abby slipped her hands under Melina’s T-shirt. The touch of her fingers on Melina’s skin was electrifying and she quivered. “Ah,” she sighed. “Yes.”

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Abby murmured, the corners of her mouth tipped up.

“Never.”

“You’re brave.”

Melina opened her eyes and blinked. “Why do you say that?”

Abby shrugged. “Some girls are too afraid to try things.”

“Ah.” Melina remembered her nervous hesitation. Was she so drunk she’d lost every inhibition? No. She knew she wasn’t. It just felt…definitely naughty, a little forbidden, but so sexy. This time she initiated the kiss, tipping her head for access to Abby’s mouth, licking and eating at her hungrily.

“God, Melina,” Abby gasped. “I need to feel you more.”

Her hands went around behind Melina under the shirt and undid her bra, then slid under the loosened lace to cup her bare flesh. Melina hissed with pleasure, pushed into her palms, nipples throbbing and hot. Abby pinched her then and Melina’s eyes rolled back in her head at the sensations that flooded her, her whole body twitching hard. She groaned, and with shaking hands, lifted the hem of her shirt over her head and let her bra fall to the floor.

“You too,” she muttered, and dragged Abby’s top over her head. Abby stood there in a cotton T-shirt bra and jeans. Then Melina hesitated, licked her bottom lip, looked at Abby.

Abby, with a slow smile, reached behind her, slipped off her bra, too. Her breasts were pretty; small, round, hard, with little pink nipples that were tightly beaded. Curious, Melina touched a fingertip to one nipple, watched it pucker even more as Abby sucked in a breath. “Yes,” she whispered. “I love having my nipples touched.”

“Me too.” Melina closed a hand over the firm, warm flesh of Abby’s breast, drew her fingertips together and tugged, then did the same on the other one. Abby’s head fell back in apparent ecstasy. Unbelievably, Melina now had the desire to taste her. Was that going too far? What were they doing, anyway? How on earth did two girls have sex? She had no idea, but God, the aching between her legs made her want sex. Bad.

God, she was swept up in this rapidly escalating erotic game, needy, fevered, floating.

Abby put her arms around her again and pulled her close so their breasts rubbed against each other and they both moaned in delight. “Oh, yeah, that’s good,” Abby whispered.

They kissed again, for long, head-whirling minutes, lost in it and each other, the pleasure of mouth on mouth, breasts on breasts, the only sound in the room their whimpers and small moans. Abby caressed her back, Melina pushed her hands into Abby’s hair and stroked it. Tension rose in them, spiraling up, excitement tangling with forbidden pleasure. Then their pelvises started pushing urgently against each other, each of them trying to ease that ache, that yearning.

“Let’s lay down,” Abby suggested in a hushed tone and they moved to the bed.

Dizzy, in a fog of sexual excitement, Melina lay down and shifted to make room for Abby to come down beside her. Abby lay on her side, her head propped on one bent arm, her hand stroking smoothly over breast and quivering tummy. She touched the little gold and diamond barbell that pierced Melina’s navel.

“Pretty,” she said softly. “See mine?”

She leaned back a bit so Melina could see her own piercing, silver stars hanging on sparkly chains. “That’s nice, too,” Melina whispered. She clenched her thighs together, her head whirling. What was she doing?

Abby’s fingers toyed with Melina’s nipples again and Melina felt it right between her legs. A little moan leaked from between her lips. She wanted to touch again and reached for Abby, pushing her down onto her back. She looked down at Abby’s breasts and her earlier desire to taste returned. She bit her lip, her mouth actually watering at the thought. She’d never in her life done anything like this, but she wanted to. She wanted to try it. Abby’s eyes were dark and she gave Melina a little nod of encouragement. Bending her head, Melina kissed one hard little bud, gently, just with her lips. She kissed it again and then, a flood of heat between her legs, she opened her mouth over the tip of Abby’s breast, closed her lips over it and sucked gently.

Abby’s hands came to Melina’s head, threaded through her hair, holding Melina there at her breast and she moaned. “Yes, oh yes,” she sighed. “Oh Melina.” Melina sucked harder, tugging at the tight little bud. Then she shifted and moved to the other one, cupping the first small breast in her hand.

Melina’s head spun and she throbbed between her legs. She shifted over Abby’s body so she could rub against her, seeking satisfaction. Abby rose to meet her and they writhed and rubbed against each other while Melina sucked Abby’s nipples into hard little points.

Melina drew back and looked down. Lying on her back, Abby’s breasts were even smaller, soft against her chest, but the nipples were swollen and dark pink. Melina laid a gentle kiss on each one then let Abby push her onto her back and climb onto her.

“Oh, yes,” she sighed as Abby took her turn to taste her breasts. Using her hands, Abby plumped up her breast, lifted it to her lips and rubbed the tender nipples over her mouth. Then her tongue came out to lick and Melina twitched hard against her. “Suck me,” she whispered to Abby. “Suck my nipples. Suck hard.”

And she did, pleasure slamming through Melina’s veins, her head tossing on the pillow. Abby’s mouth sucked hard, and she could feel it right between her legs, in her throbbing cunt. She cried out when Abby used her teeth, stinging her sensitive nipples, making them throb with sensation overload. “God!” she cried.

Abby slid back up her body and kissed her mouth, greedy, deep eating kisses and they rolled together across the bed, wrapped in each others arms.

They barely even noticed that the room filled with light as the door opened, so wrapped up in their pleasure were they, until a deep voice said, “Jesus Christ!”