In Which Melissa And I Are Reunited

Characters in my stories:

Serena- Me, myself and I, the author of these stories. 

Melissa- My beautiful, sweet, wonderful and utterly adorable roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Of mixed English and Argentine ancestry. Flowing raven-black hair and liquid warm brown eyes. 

Jill- Another great friend of mine. Tall, leggy and very lovely blonde, blue-eyed English Rose.

Mei-Ling- Cute little Chinese babe. Jill’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. 

Amanda- My darling big sister, just one year older than me. Attractive brown-eyed brunette. 

Caroline- Jill’s big sister and Amanda’s roommate, BFF and sweetheart. Another pretty blonde, similar in looks to Jill. 

Try to remember the kind of September, when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when after six weeks of enforced separation the girls of St Sappho’s returned joyfully to school and to a loving reunion with their sweethearts- Serena with her Melissa, Amanda with Caroline, Jill with Mei-Ling, Lucy with Jennifer, Laura with Dora, Lara with Tara, Jane with Elaine, Chloe with Zoe. The summer’s day might be done and the nights drawing in, but the autumn still had joys of its own to look forward to- watching the autumn leaves turning to the colour of your sweetheart’s hair, gazing at her shapely limbs as she went through her routines in the gym, surreptitiously holding her hand in chapel, snuggling up to her on the sofa with a mug of cocoa in front of a roaring fire while the wind and rain beat at the windows of your study. And oh, those autumn nights! (Tell me more, tell me more!)

Actually, I have let poetic license run away with me twice in the previous paragraph. No autumn leaf ever turned to the colour of Melissa’s raven-black locks. (Jill and Caroline’s golden-yellow and Amanda’s auburn-brown were a different matter). And roaring fires, although familiar to earlier generations of girls, had by the eighties long been banished from our studies by an ultra-cautious insurance company and we had to make do with central heating. But you get the general idea. 

This was the year when the Sisterhood (as Melissa, Jill, Mei-Ling and I called ourselves) entered the sixth form and were therefore entitled to larger and more comfortable studies than the small bedrooms we had shared as mere fifth formers. The first day of the new school year always involved us being taken to the school by our parents, who would be treated to tea and cakes by the school authorities, and this gave them an opportunity to meet our friends. I have to say that my parents were very taken with Melissa, largely because they were completely in the dark about the true nature of our relationship, and my mother described her as “very sweet and attractive”. Well, I couldn’t really argue with that, although I felt that to describe Melissa’s transcendent beauty in terms of mere “attractiveness” was to damn her with the faintest of praise. As for my father, he paid her his highest compliment when he said, “Some day she’ll make some young man very happy”. He said exactly the same thing about Jill and Mei-Ling as well. My future stories may reveal whether or not this prophecy was fulfilled. 

My father discovered that he and Melissa’s father were both in the finance industry, and as both men could bore for England on the topic of business and making money, Melissa and I were forced to listen to an endless conversation on the subject. All our mothers wanted to talk about was fashion and gardening, and I was forced to fend off the attentions of Melissa’s siblings. Her brother, obviously unaware of the zeal with which the St Sappho’s authorities guarded the virtue of their girls (at least as far as the male sex was concerned), kept pestering me for a date; upon realising that I was not interested, he went off to try his luck with Jill. (He failed there too). Her younger sister, who was coming up to St Sappho’s in a year’s time, wanted to know all about boarding-school life in the most excruciating detail. (She had already had this information from Melissa, but obviously wanted to see if I would give the same answers).     

Of course, I was not interested in making polite chit-chat with our families. The very fact of being together with Melissa again had got me feeling amorous. Although she had spent the last six weeks in the cold of a Southern Hemisphere winter, she had picked up a suntan while skiing in the Andes, and she looked so wonderful and healthy-looking that I just couldn’t help getting turned on every time I looked at her. I could tell, moreover, that she was thinking exactly the same thoughts as me. Every now and then I would sneeze, as I always do when I am getting aroused, and Melissa, who knew exactly what was causing this, would surreptitiously stroke my leg under the table every time I sneezed and whisper “Bless you!” into my ear. 

Eventually our families departed, our last goodbyes were said and Melissa and I were free to rush up to our new study. As soon as the door had closed behind us, we fell into each other’s arms. Our lips met and we were kissing one another rapturously. Melissa, I think, had felt the pain of separation even more than I had- I had had the company of Jill and Amanda to help me cope- because there was something frenzied and urgent about her caresses, something unusual for this normally gentle, patient girl. She slipped her hand under my skirt and began to caress my thigh, something else unusual as she normally waits for me to take the lead in our lovemaking. Her touches spurred me on to slip my tongue between her lips and started a French kissing session. 

The effect was to trigger instant lesbian meltdown. Melissa took hold of my hand and guided it to her warm, moist pussy. “Love me, Serena!” she whispered. I needed no further invitation to begin masturbating her. I felt her body grow tense, her eyes closed and she began breathing deeply And then a shudder seemed to run through her like a passing breeze. She gave a deep sigh and the tension drained from her body as her knees buckled, her legs gave way and she slumped sweetly into my arms. 

I laid her gently on the bed and gazed at her in rapture. Whereas I cannot help expressing sexual pleasure externally, Melissa seems to internalise it. When she comes there is very little noise beyond a couple of deep breaths followed by a gentle sigh as her body relaxes and her eyes close. Yet she obviously experiences her sensations very deeply, because after orgasm she tends to fall into a brief trance-like slumber, and this was what had just happened. After a short while she stretched, yawned, opened her eyes. “That was wonderful, Serena”. I sat down on the bed next to her, kissed her again and took hold of her hand, guiding it to my crotch. Now in one of my earlier stories I wrote of the difficulty which Melissa had at first experienced in bringing me off with her fingers, but after various trials and experiments the difficulty had been overcome. We found that after awakening from her trance Melissa would still be in a very relaxed, dreamy state, and that while she was in this state her touches would be much gentler and more arousing. On this particular occasion I was feeling so aroused anyway that all it took was a few soft, gentle caresses from Melissa to trigger my own orgasm which, as usual, was much noisier than hers. 

We lay there together in the warm September afternoon sunshine, holding each other in our arms and tenderly exchanging kisses and endearments before it was time for our first meal of the new term. As we lay there, however, we could hear coming through the walls of the room the distinct noise of another couple enjoying their own reunion. “That’s Jill and Mei-Ling”, murmured Melissa. “They must have been given the room next to ours”.