Alright. This time, thanks for the negative feedback from last time. I took it all on board, and implemented a few of the fixes you requested. Some asked me to straight up change my writing style, but I didn't, so sorry! Also, sorry for the considerable lag between stories. ALSO, sorry that the sexual content comes mostly at the end. Wanted to build some character. All that said, if you enjoy it, enjoy!
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Melinda finally regained her senses, rolling down her top and lifting her seat up. As she adjusted her pants, doubt began to set in. As astonishing as the sex had been, she thought quietly to herself, giving the driver a glance.
The moment Anne had gotten in the car, she'd ravished Melinda beyond rational thought, and it had been truly remarkable. The inexperienced redhead had never even considered her feelings for women. She never even put much thought into her sexuality. The product of a conservative household, her parents had set her up with men as long as she could remember, but those relationships all failed. She got tired of them, and the sex was always a chore. The moment she moved out, she became a recluse. Buried in her work, the echo-chamber of a few friends, and repulsed by the advances of men who were in some cases dashing, she had cut sex and romance out of her life.
Even when she masturbated she didn't think about people. She just focused on the stimulation of her buzzing little friend, or on occasion her own hand. But now, when she looked at the driver's seat, and observed the black haired, well built goddess who had the wheel, she felt completely and totally sprung.
Her attitude, her looks, the way her exercise clothes clung to her smooth, tan frame. Everything about her made Melinda want to pull the woman on top of her and go for a second round.
It horrified her. Melinda turned her eyes towards the dark, winding road in front of her Volkswagen and considered the following;
*Am I gay?*
"Well, we're here." Anne smirked as she pulled into the driveway behind her black car. She expected Melinda to be impressed by the house, and turned a cocky grin towards her.
Instead, Melinda was gripping the dashboard, a terrified look on her face as she breathed ragged breaths. "Whoa. Are you okay?" Melinda put a hand in front of her face as she trembled. She felt dizzy, and her muscles went tense as she struggled for air. "Hey. Melinda." Anne snapped her fingers, but the redhead didn't respond, biting her thumbnail. Anne quickly stopped the car and moved around it to the passenger side. The raven haired-woman allowed herself a quick curse before opening the door and reaching around Melinda to unbuckle the seat-belt.
"Hey," Anne kept her voice soft and caring, curling her words pleasantly. "Hey. It's alright." Melinda choked out a quick sob, and Anne rubbed her back gently. "Come inside. C'mon." The taller woman helped Melinda to her feet, and supported her with a hand around her waist. Melinda followed, taking uneven steps as her breathing intensified. "That's it. Come on."
Anne unerringly slid her key into the door and walked Melinda into the house, flicking on the lights. Footfalls clicked against tile as Melinda was led through the large entryway and into the sitting room, where Anne sat her down. She was breathing more evenly now, but Anne knew she wasn't quite out of the woods yet. "That's right. Settle. Breathe." The dark-haired woman didn't falter in the slightest, remaining calm and supportive as she sat beside the redhead, stroking her back, then brushing back her hair.
"Let me get you some water." Anne stood up, leaving Melinda sitting on the couch. Melinda wiped a hand down her face, still shaking. Anne was back quickly with a cold bottle of water. Melinda took it and drank, then took a deep breath. The room had nice, warm, even earth tones, the brown suede couch comfortably soft. Melinda leaned back, relaxing and collecting herself.
"You had an anxiety attack." Anne reported the fact in a friendly manner. "You're fine now. Feeling better?"
Melinda tried to choke out an affirmation, but couldn't manage a word. Instead, she just shook her head. After a moment, she sat up, mustering the breath to speak. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I can give you a ride home if you want." Anne seemed rather relieved. Melinda stared at the bottle, tilting it from one side to another, then squeezing it, letting the water rise under the pressure of her hands. "Or, you could stay until you're fine to drive."
Melinda tilted her head, thinking. She'd missed what Anne said, not paying attention as the woman spoke. "...Do I seem gay?"
"Yeah." Anne quickly reported.
"Why?"
"I don't know. You just...do? I figured you were gay after seeing you a few times." Anne shrugged her shoulders. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No. I just never thought about it." Melinda began to chafe under the line of questioning. Something about saying it out loud made her feel smaller. Like her parents were glowering at her in the back of her mind. "Never had an anxiety attack before."
"My mom used to have them all the time." Anne smiled, patting Melinda on the back. "She's a bit like you. Short, dorky, a worrier, always avoiding people. She's leveled out now, but I had my fair share of evenings getting her to calm down."
Melinda nodded. She looked up to Anne. Even sitting, she felt like the woman towered over her. Statuesque and firm, Anne rubbed Melinda's arm. "So, what do you want to do? I could give you a ride back to your house."
The redhead didn't particularly want to leave. She didn't feel like being alone, but admitting it might make her seem needy. She went silent, taking a swig of water from the bottle.
"Or, you could stick around. I'll make you something to eat." Anne offered.
Melinda nodded. "Okay. Sure." She tried to seem neutral, but she was relieved. Now that she was attentive, she noticed just how big the sitting was. The ceiling loomed at least seven meters overhead, with ceiling fans lazily turning. The coffee table in front of her was glass, with several books at one corner. "Is this your house?"
"Yup." Anne stood up, stretching her back. "I'm gonna go change, then I'll cook us something. You don't seem like a kleptomaniac, so feel free to look around." With that, Anne walked out of the room. Melinda heard footfalls going up stairs. She got up from the couch, holding her bottle of water, and began looking around.
It was a very spacious house indeed. Melinda looked through a window, brushing the blinds aside to see a small pool in the backyard. She couldn't help but feel impressed. That feeling increased as she walked around. The kitchen was large and spotless. The dining room had a large wooden table. It was hard to believe Anne lived alone. Perhaps she had a roommate?
*"Meow."*
Melinda jumped at a sudden sound behind her, discovering Anne's "roommate" of sorts. A short haired, tortoiseshell cat walked into the room, inspecting Anne with his green eyes. He slunk up to the redhead, and pushed against her leg, rubbing up to her. Melinda bent down and stroked his head. The cat seemed pleased with the attention, and continued onward. Melinda followed the cat absentmindedly, as if the animal were giving her a tour.
The cat turned and called out again with a bored *"meow"* as Melinda followed, looking around. Soon, the animal walked through an open door, which Melinda peeked through. The curious redhead saw a carpeted staircase, and the cat's tail rounding the corner. She walked down the stairs, and found a mildly interesting sight. An Everlast punching bag, a treadmill, and a weight bench. The room was a rather large home gym, with a small cat tree in the corner. The green eyed, brown and black cat was sitting on the black bench, staring at the wall.
"Huh." Melinda murmured. She smelled something cooking, and went back upstairs. Now fancying herself a gumshoe of sorts, Melinda knew Anne was in the kitchen, preparing something. Perhaps she could get a glimpse at Anne's bedroom. She needed to know more about Anne, and asking seemed an awkward way to go about it. She moved up the stairs, trying to keep quiet.
Whatever Anne was cooking smelled marvelous, but Melinda fought back the urge to peek into the kitchen. She walked quickly up the stairs, and began looking around. The hall had a few doors. One was clearly the bedroom. There was a guest room with modest furnishings, a chair, a desk, and a queen sized bed. Another room appeared to be an office, with bookshelves, a desktop PC, and a plastic trash bin full of crumpled papers and tissues. Anne's bedroom called out to Melinda (in more ways than one). Melinda swallowed hard, and slipped into the room to continue her investigation.
It was a bit messy, but otherwise nothing seemed amiss. Melinda heard the drips of Anne's shower head.
*Okay. I'll only look at what's in the open.*
