"Yes, I'll see you then."
"Bye, Rachel."
"Bye, Melissa."
I turned off the Bluetooth with a sigh. Knowing Melissa and her shopping habits, we were bound to be at the mall all day. I wasn't sighing about the all day shopping spree; it was the fact of spending the entire day with her.
Melissa Murphy was fine as hell. She was 5' 6'' with these intense green eyes and her hair cascaded down to her waist like a thick red waterfall. Her body was toned and athletic from years of swimming and running.
Apart from being insanely gorgeous, she was so warm hearted and welcoming. She was the friend that would listen to me rant and rave about my horrible corporate job or my latest romantic disaster for hours with occasional "Uh huhs" and, "That's right" sprinkled in. She remembered all of my likes, dislikes, even allergies. The woman could recall anything I had ever told her and I never had to return a Christmas gift from her.
We became instant friends our sophomore year in college when me meet in Women and Gender Studies class. She introduced herself, gave me a perfect, dazzling smile and shook my hand. I was hooked from then on. Running into each other at the campus GLBT organization gave us another chance to bond even more. We shared coming out stories, our first female celebrity crushes. (Mine being Halle Berry while was she into Kate Winslet.)
Despite having a crush on her size of Australia, I never told her how I felt. She would date these chicks that looked like Barbie dolls, and none of them would ever be on the cover of Ebony Magazine. I wasn't her type. As the years went on, my crush evolved into a full blown case of unrequited love. I got protective of her and was jealous of the women in her life who got to run their hands through her silky, honey scented hair, kiss her slightly pouty pink lips.
I'd have numerous dreams where I would tell her how really I felt about her, she admitted feeling the same way and we would end up yanking off each other's clothing, kissing and touching every inch of bare skin that we could. I would find myself licking and tasting her, lapping up her sweet pussy juices like a thirsty dog on a scorching summer day. I would wake up from these dreams with my sheets drenched in my sweat and other secretions, praying that I would get over the desire and lust, and just freakin' move on all ready. I never did.
"How about this one for you, Melissa?" I said the next day at Macy's, holding up a blue and white dress.
"No, too Shirley Temple."
Just as I had predicted, we were now in hour 5 of the wedding dress hunt. We had been in nearly every clothing store in the mall with no luck for either of us. Everything was either to plain or too showy, too sparkly, too hoochie mama. We hoped Macy's would have something for both us.
Melissa and I thumbed through the rack of specialty dresses, laughing at the truly hideous ones, ogling at the pretty ones and grabbing the ones that seemed suitable for us. After gathering up a handful of choices, we made our way to the dressing rooms. In the white stalls, we put on our selections and modeled for each other, stepping in and out the dressing rooms as we went through our options. The last dress I tried on was a lovely turquoise color. It was sleeveless, knee length and had an ivory ribbon around the waist with a white blossom in its front. I saw my reflection in the mirror and muttered to myself, "This is the dress! It's perfect!"
"Hey, Rach," Melissa called out in the room next to mine," I need some help in here!"
"Okay, Mel, I'm coming."
I stepped out my room, gave Melissa's door a knock and she opened it. I was amazed by what I saw. My mouth was open like a love struck fool. Melissa was clad in a hunter green dress that brought the green in her eyes. It fit every curve of her body like it was made for her. It reached just above her knees and was held up with spaghetti straps.
"Wow," I muttered, "you look incredible."
"You look... stunning, Rachel." Melissa squeaked out, a gaze of wonder in her eyes. "I um need you... to zip my dress."
"Sure..." I said, clearing my throat. Could it be, she found me as hot as I found her?
She turned her back to me; I reached out and pulled up the zipper. It went up with ease.
"It's just the right fit." I said. She turned around again, facing me. I inspected the dress with a careful eye, smoothing out creases and picking out stray lint. She straightened out my flower and moved a strap back over my shoulder. I moved us closer to the mirror and took a look at our reflections. I loved seeing the contrast between us, my smooth chocolate brown complexion against her snowy white skin. She had these adorable freckles on her nose, I could count them; I was standing so close to her.
We stood there for I don't how long, just soaking each other in. I finally got some nerve, grabbed the back of her head, pulled her towards me and placed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. I pulled away immediately, waiting to see what she would do. Without missing a beat, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me with just a touch more pressure than I had used on her. Her lips felt like satin pillows, so smooth and glossy and the taste of her raspberry lip balm added to the pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. She gave me a light push against the wall. She tore away from my lips and began to kiss and suck on my neck. I could hardly stand; her lips on my neck and her hands on my breasts were making me weaker by the second.
"Good God, Melissa," I whispered in her ear, "I think we should go, soon......"
"Wow," Melissa remarked, "look at the mirror, it's all steamed up."
"I blame it on you," I said with a smirk.
"No, that's all you, Miss Hot Coca." Melissa smiled, sliding a hand up my dress.
"Hey," a sales woman called, knocking on the door, "are you done in there yet?"
"Just a second," I replied.
"We really need to get going," I said to Melissa."This is your dress, by the way."
"I like it too. Turquoise is so your color."
I pecked her on the lips and went back to my dressing room, changing back into my regular clothes as fast I could.
After we had dressed and put away the rejects, waiting in line was pure agony. It seemed like an eternity before it was my turn in line. I just swiped my credit card; everything the cashier was saying was going to one ear and out the other. All was I focused on the beautiful red head behind me. After Melissa cashed out, I grabbed her hand and speed walked her through the mall, when we reached the parking lot, the walk became a jog. When I saw my car, I began to full out sprint.
"Whoa there, Rach!" Melissa panted.
"The sooner we get out of here, the better." I unlocked my trunk, tossed our bags in and slammed it shut.
"We're going to finish what we started, no doubt about it," Melissa agreed.
