Awakenings: Melinda

Day 4: Morning

Melinda woke up in the morning feeling something soft and warm against her. She was lying on her side, there was a weight on her arm and her other arm was on top of something smooth, warm and soft. There was a pleasant fragrance in her nose and she felt content. She opened her eyes just slightly and noticed she was sleeping in her living room on the couch.

Under her blanket and sleeping on her arm, squeezed against her, was Émilie. She was right next to her, their bodies touching everywhere. Melinda's arms were around her, and her leg was over her, Émilie had wormed so close to her they were almost one. Her head was buried between Melinda's breasts and her arms were on her belly, her legs between hers.

Melinda smiled as she breathed in all that was there. Émilie smelled so good to her, her skin was so soft and she was so warm against her Melinda didn't want to move. As she looked at her and realized they both were still completely naked, her cheeks warmed up and her breath quickened. She remembered last night and what had happened.

Images of last night sprung into her mind. How Émilie lay there with her legs spread open, how heavenly she had smelled to her, and how absolutely stunned she had been about her taste. She had not thought anything could be that good, and there she was, lying in her arms, sleeping soundly and making tiny cute sniffling noises now and then.

"I love you my little French treasure," Melinda whispered under her breath and kissed Émilie's head. "You were so amazing last night, I did not think anything could be that good," she said and caressed her arm very gently with her fingertips. Émilie squirmed and tried to wiggle her way even closer.

"Emi.. you feel so amazing, you smell even more amazing and... and you taste more wonderful than I've ever tasted anything," she whispered. She felt her breathing get heavier, her cheeks get hotter. Oh damn, she thought. I'm getting all wet just from thinking about you. You're beyond anything I've ever dreamed. I fervently hope this is not just a dream and I can continue waking up next to you in the future. I can do so much better than Evan—OH MY GOD! She thought and gasped aloud.

Émilie twitched. "Mel...?" She said hesitantly, "is there something wrong?"

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG? Melinda thought. I fucked my friend! I took advantage of her when she was feeling down! I am a horrible person! I'm a rebound, a pity-fuck, a... loser and the biggest idiot. I should not have done any of that! I should not have taken advantage of you when you were down! You trusted me as a friend, and I used you sexually. I should go to prison for this! Am I a rapist now? I'm a rapist now. I'm so sorry my Emi, I'm so sorry...

"I'm so sorry, Emi," she said and felt her eyes well up. "I'm sorry... I should not have done that... you were feeling down and looking for support and I... and I basically took advantage of you and... and—" she said, but Émilie moved and put a finger on her mouth.

"Mel," she said. "Mel, no. Do not blame yourself for any of this," she said. "I'm as guilty as you, if we get down to it. I distinctly remember jumping you first. I pulled you into a kiss. If somebody took advantage of anybody here, it was me—" she said.

"No Emi, I was in sound mind and body, you were the one suffering, and I—" Melinda said.

Émilie shuffles herself upward along Melinda and cups her chin. She looks gently straight into her eyes and presses her lips to hers. Melinda tries to say something more, but Émilie keeps her lips pressed on to hers, just moving them with hers, still holding her chin. Melinda relaxes in Émilie's hands, closes her eyes and surrenders to the kiss. She wraps her hands tightly around Émilie and pulls her close.

Émilie pulls off a few fractions of an inch, her breath still on her lips. Melinda opens her eyes, and she sees those gorgeous grey eyes looking at her. "Mel...", Émilie whispered, her breath on Melinda's lips sending shivers through her body. "You didn't take advantage of me, no. I was present enough to consent, Mel," Émilie says. "I could've said no at any point, and I know you would have stopped. But, Mel...", she says, "I didn't want to stop. I... I think yesterday opened my eyes in more ways than one. I can't say I'm over Evans just yet, but it's just a bang of regret somewhere in the background. Mel, I'm feeling happy here..."

Melinda touches her lips with Émilie's softly, then smiles. "You opened my eyes too, Emi," she says. "I don't think I've ever felt this happy and this... sure of myself. Before, I was pretty sure I was straight and just haven't met 'the right guy' and I had been uncomfortable for the longest time, because I didn't seem to 'accept' anyone," she says and kisses her briefly again. "But you, Emi, you opened my eyes and I know what I am now, even if it isn't anything I wanted or expected," she says.

Émilie wiggles her hand downward between them and brushes her fingertips on Melinda's inner thigh, then moves her hand away from there. "So, was the unexpected good enough?", she asks with a little grin, then closes her eyes, bites her lower lip and moans softly as she moves her hand between them. She brings it up to to her faces again. Melinda can smell Émilie's scent on the fingers and her heart starts to beat louder. She swallows and inhales deeply.

"Yes..." she breathes softly, "yes it was, Emi..." She moves her hear closer to her hand and licks the tip of it. Émilie moans softly. Melinda takes the finger into her mouth and sucks on it, which makes Émilie squirm hard. "Emi, you taste amazing," she says. "You smell amazing... everything about you is just amazing... I cannot wrap my head around it that you're so amazing. Just feeling you here makes me so wet I've never been in my life... Emi, you're the sexiest thing I've ever known," she whispers and Émilie blushes.

Émilie wiggles her hand back down between their bodies and touches Melinda between her legs, feeling her soft, hot, and wet spot. "So you are..." she says softly and starts to scoot downward, kissing her way down her body. "Do you want me to do something about it?", she says teasing.