Savi closes the door behind her and leans against it. She closes her eyes and rubs the pad of her finger against her lips. She shivers as she remembers the feeling of Mel pressed against her. The memory brings a response from her body and before she can stop it, she's lost in the tingles. Standing against the drafty door she can feel the heat from between her legs spreading all over her body. Her nipples are so hard they ache, and since all the blood in her body has gone elsewhere, her fingertips are cold against her cheek. There is but one thought on her mind as she turns the lock and puts away her coat: I have to take care of this or I'll drown myself.
Less than an half an hour later, Savi lies panting and tangled in her sheets. Her thoughts focus on the sexy woman that has stolen her heart and given her a clawing need for touch. She imagines placing Mel's head on a pillow softly and kissing her. Her own hand continues to rub small circles around the most sensitive part of herself as she imagines what it would feel like to press herself against Mel. She gasps as she sees, in her mind's eye, Mel's head thrown back and her back arched. She can almost feel the blood rushing through her own veins as she imagines what it feels like to bury her fingers inside the woman. As if guided by some imaginary force, her fingers dive in and out of her own body as if she were making love to Mel.
When the climax hits her, all images cease. Her body arches off the bed and she has to bite her lip to stop the scream. Her toes curl into the sheets and she presses one cheek against the pillow. When the orgasm subsides, she's left with the cold air of her room, and the heat of her own body.
Savi rolls over with a sigh and wishes Mel a good night. The clock reads 11:15.