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In Which I Find Love (Part 2)

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Give me one moment in time!


In Part 1 of this story I told you about how I fell in love with my schoolfriend and room-mate Melissa and how I realised the full extent of my feelings for her during a gymnastics tournament. Those feelings went deeper than friendship, although of course we were great friends. They went deeper than simply fancying her, although I had been crazy with lust for her for months. In that instant I realised that not only did I love Melissa with all my heart but also that she loved me in the same way.      Because of various other commitments we couldn’t get together immediately after the gym competition ended, but eventually we found ourselves alone together in our shared room later that evening. Apart from that afternoon in the gym I had never seen her looking so lovely, almost as hot in her uniform as she had been in her leo. The St Sappho’s uniform consisted of a blouse, school tie, tiny mini-skirt and socks. Well, the school dress regulations did not actually stipulate that our skirts had to be tiny or mini. On the other hand, the said regulations did not stipulate a minimum length either. At this time our year were going through that stage of teenage development when a girl finds that her legs are growing by several inches a year, with the interesting result that skirts which had been reasonably modest when first purchased quickly became indecently short. We were all still pencil-slim- nobody ever grew fat on the meagre St Sappho’s diet- so had no problem getting into our skirts. They just revealed more than they actually covered.     Melissa was yawning voluptuously- I assumed that she must be feeling sleepy after the day’s excitement but I later learned that she tends to yawn a lot whenever she is feeling excited, aroused or emotionally worked up, just as I tend to sneeze.  I realised that her big brown eyes were watching me as intently as mine were watching her, and the expression in them was one of deep tenderness. Nevertheless, I realised that I would have to be the one to take the initiative- Melissa has never found it easy to express her feelings, and the deeper those feelings go, the more difficulty she has. Even I was struggling to find words to express what I was feeling, until I realised that this was a time for acting rather than speaking. I took Melissa by the hand and led her over to my bed, where I slipped one arm around her and kissed her on the lips, just as I had done in the gym earlier that day. Well, what happened then? All of Melissa’s inner being seemed to flow into me and mine into her. We were overcome with a wave of intense emotion and it no longer mattered that our lips could not find the right words because our hearts were repeating “I love you!” over and over. I want one moment in time

When I'm more than I thought I could be When all of my dreams are a heartbeat away And the answers are all up to me Give me one moment in time When I'm racing with destiny Then in that one moment of time I will feel eternity There are poets who tied to put into words the sort of experience which Melissa and I were going through, but it was one of our great cultural goddesses, the Divine Whitney herself, who managed to say it best. (We have since adopted that song as our personal anthem). I’m not sure how long we held each other for- it might have been one moment in time, it might have been for all eternity- embracing and kissing each other warmly on the lips. We were both more than we had ever thought we could be. Then, slowly, I realised that it was time to take things to the next level. Now I have long believed that in an ideal world every lesbian or bisexual girl, when she came of age, would have a beautiful, gentle, loving and experienced older woman to initiate her into the sisterhood of lovers. My guide into this undiscovered country had been my older sister Amanda, and now I was to be called on to perform the same service for Melissa. Objectively speaking, it was perhaps not a service I was well equipped to perform. To begin with, I was not actually the older woman. In chronological terms I am younger than Melissa, if only by a few weeks. I might have been older in terms of experience, but even here my advantage was only relative; Amanda had been my only previous lover, and we had only made love a few times. Nevertheless, this was one more lover than Melissa had ever had. She was still a lesbian virgin as well as a heterosexual one. Fortune favours the brave. I slid my free hand beneath Melissa’s skirt and began to caress her upper thigh. A shiver seemed to run through her and she yawned again before murmuring with pleasure. I knew we were going to make love. I kissed her over and over until her lips parted and I could insert my tongue between them. My hand found its way from her thigh to her crotch and I began to stimulate her through her damp panties. Melissa moaned softly and a shudder ran through her. I may not have been the world’s most experienced lover, but at least Amanda had shown me how to make love to a girl with my fingers. I could feel Melissa throbbing as I pleasured her. My movements became faster and faster, and she began to breathe more deeply, then sighed and moaned gently as I felt her body tense up, a sure sign that she was about to come. I felt a spasm run through her, she gave a deep sigh and then my fingers were soaked by a sudden flood of her juices as I felt her coming. Melissa’s orgasm, however, was very different to Amanda’s. When my sister is about to come she always gets very animated, calling out to me before she comes very noisily. Melissa, however, seems to remain her normal gentle, adorable self even at the height of orgasm. There is no shouting or screaming- she just gently sighs and murmurs as waves of pleasure wash over her, and then she just slumps sweetly backwards and lies still, her eyes closed. That was just how Melissa reacted on this first occasion, just as she has done on the many subsequent occasions on which we have made love. At first I thought that she had fainted, but she dreamily opened those warm brown eyes, yawned hugely and lay there gazing up at me, an expression of dazed but blissful adoration on that lovely face. The spell which had prevented us from expressing our love in words was broken. “I love you, Serena” she whispered. “I love you too, Melissa!” Melissa lay there in my arms, trying to understand what had just happened to her. She had (she later admitted) often pleasured herself to an orgasm of sorts, but had never before experienced such an overwhelming sensation. My theory was that it was not my relatively inexperienced caresses which had had such an effect, but rather the extra heightened emotion which she had been experiencing and which needed to come out in the form of physical relief. I had been hoping that Melissa would be able to return the favour and bring me off, but her climax had left her feeling a bit out of it; she tried to finger me, but had never done anything like this before and couldn’t really concentrate on what she was doing. I was, of course, feeling incredibly randy and I’m afraid I couldn’t wait; I just grabbed Melissa’s hand and rubbed my crotch furiously against it until I climaxed. By now it was nearly time for the school curfew, after which we had to turn our lights out and remain as quiet as possible. I helped Melissa to undress and get in to bed before doing the same. I would like to say that we fell asleep in each other’s arms as I had done with Amanda, but of course at school we had single beds- they may have been relatively relaxed about girl-girl sex, gut not so relaxed that they let us share a bed together. The following morning was Sunday and Melissa woke me bright and early. “Come on, Serena, we’ve got to go to chapel!” I wondered just why she was so keen. Did she think that we needed to ask forgiveness for our sins? Melissa must have guessed what I was thinking because she smiled and said “I want to thank God for our friendship and our love!”                 

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