Melissa and I Take Our Love to a New Level

In my last story I told how I found love with my school roommate and BFF Melissa. And in the words of the song, now that we’ve found love, what are we going to do with it?

Well, in this story I’m going to tell you what we did with it. Melissa, who is of mixed English and Latin American heritage, was (and still is) the most wonderful girl I had ever met. She was (and still is) not only breathtakingly beautiful, with flowing raven-black locks, a pale creamy complexion and lustrous brown eyes, but also had (and still has) a gentle, sweet-natured and loveable personality. I found it difficult to believe that such a goddess could return my love, but after that memorable evening when wefirst made love there was no mistaking the adoring look in her eyes every time she looked at me or the genuine feeling when she whispered, “I love you, Serena.”

As I mentioned before, we were students at St. Sappho’s Academy for Young Ladies, an otherwise conservative girls’ boarding school which took a surprisingly liberal line on lesbianism, a sort of don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy. The reasoning behind this seems to be that it is futile to try and repress teenage girls’ sexuality altogether and better to channel it into a form which carries no risk of pregnancy. We were, however, expected to be discreet about our girl-on-girl romances, so the one thing we couldn’t do was to tell the world about our love, much as we both wanted to. I did, however, tell my sister Amanda, as she had been the one who had initiated me into the wonders of lesbian love. She was predictably delighted, because she had always insisted that Melissa and I were “made for each other”, just as she believed that she and her own BFF and roommate Caroline were natural born soul-mates. Later, Melissa and I also told our other two great friends Jill and Mei-Ling. (More about them later). The need for discretion also meant that we couldn’t hug and kiss one another as much as we wanted to, at least not in public, although there were a few get-outs. As I mentioned in my earlier posts, we were both members of the school gymnastics club, one of St. Sappho’s strongholds of sapphism, where it was an accepted custom to congratulate one’s teammates by embracing and kissing them, and Melissa and I took full advantage.

In the privacy of our room, however, it was a different matter. Once we had finished our prep for the day we could hug and kiss to our heart’s content, and of course when two loved-up bisexual teenage girls start hugging and kissing you can be sure that that’s not all they will do. We soon realised that we couldn’t make love all night and every night, not unless we wanted to fall asleep in class the next day, so we normally restricted our more passionate activities to Friday and Saturday evenings as we were allowed tostay in bed longer at weekends. On the first occasion when we made love I had brought Melissa to orgasm with my fingers, as Amanda had taught me, but Melissa seemed strangely slow to learn how to do the same to me. In just about every other sphere of activity - playing the piano, drawing, playing tennis - she was marvellously dextrous, but when it came to making love she never seemed able to find the right spot. On one occasion her clumsy caresses had the effect of stimulating my bladder rather than my clitoris and I had to dash to the bathroom to avoid wetting the bed.

And then it happened. It was a beautiful summer evening and Melissa and I, having stripped down to our panties, were lying in each other’s arms on her bed, exchanging kisses and ardently stroking and caressing our bodies. Our limbs began to twine around each other almost automatically, without any conscious decision on our part, as we became aroused, and we found ourselvesstarting to move against one another. Before Amanda had introduced me to fingering, in fact, I had always imagined lesbian love-making as simply involving the two girls rubbing their bodies together. (Melissa, she later confessed, had shared this view). Amanda had rather poured cold water on this theory, telling me with all the Big Sister superior knowledge that she could muster that in fact it involved manipulating the other girl with your fingers or, if you were a particularly advanced lover, with your tongue. But here I was with my beloved Melissa, and all our girlish fantasies were starting to come true.

I felt my panties becoming wet and I sneezed a couple of times, a frequent symptom of arousal with me. Melissa was just as turned on as I was, and began murmuring gently to me in her native language. “Te quiero, Serena, mi amor, te quiero.” I don’t speak much Spanish, but I know what that means.  I started to rub myself harder and harder against Melissa’s thigh. I felt herbody shifting, and suddenly our legs were completely entangled and our damp crotches were rubbing up against each other. The sensation was indescribable. Every movement of our bodies sent another thrilling spark shooting through both of us. When we came we did so together; it seemed as though a single shared orgasm was running through our intertwined bodies.

That experience seemed to take our love to a new level. We had made a new discovery. We didn't call it scissoring, or tribadism, or frottage, because we had never heard those words. We just knew it was wonderful. "Then felt I like some watcher of the skies....". After we had recovered from our shattering climax we lay together in each other’s arms, sharing confidences we had never mentioned before. It was on that evening that I first told Melissa about my experiences with Amanda; this probably cameas a surprise to her, but she was so much in love that she took it in her stride and did not allow herself to be put out by the fact that she was not my first lover. She merely smiled and said, “That’s beautiful, Serena. Amanda must love you nearly as much as I do.” She then told me how happy she was that she had been able to share her sexual pleasure with me in a way which she had not been able to do before. (I knew that she had been rather distressed by the fact that her attempts to bring me off with her fingers had never had much effect).

Well, that’s enough for now. I hope to be able to share some more of our adventures with you soon.