The aroma of waffles, turkey bacon, and eggs flowed into Amelia's nose and summoned her from her slumber.
Her muscles from her head, through her fingers, and down her legs to her toes were still tingling and charged with ripples of sexual energy.
It was another wild night of dancing between the sheets with Michelle and this last time was unlike any other. She could still feel Michelle's kisses smothering her body—on her lips, behind the ears, the side of her neck, on her tummy, and all over her legs back and front. And that lasted for what seemed to be an hour before she gave her attention to her breasts and womanhood. No, wait. It wasn't an hour. Time had ceased to move when they were together. It was like every kiss, every stroke, was slow, savored, and done so lovingly between the women.
It was official. Amelia had fallen for the sweet and loving Michelle. And she was still plummeting from the sky hoping that feeling would not end anytime soon.
Amelia had wrestled with the idea of starting a family with an ex, which had been her dream since she was playing with female dolls and making the male dolls kiss them.
After last night, she fell off the fence onto Michelle's side and wasn't the slightest tempted to entertain any notion that didn't have to do with being with her.
She called her ex in the middle of the early morning darkness to let him know that she decided to be with someone else she cared about.
Michelle, having been disowned by her brother for being a lover of women, would especially be thrilled at Amelia's epiphany.
They were the best of friends that shared and held each other's secrets and kept one another upright when the weights of the world tried to bring them down. The women sleeping together was the next step and after that, a commitment between them would solidify it all.
After Amelia rubbed her eyes and the world came into focus, she noticed something that replaced Michelle in the bed next to her.
It was a pink rose, her favorite flower, and its stem was inside a partially folded card with more roses on the front.
She rolled onto her side, took the rose into her hand, and held it under her nose. She gave it a strong sniff. She loved that floral smell.
She opened the card. It read:
"All I can say is that I love you. I hope this little flower tells you how much I do. Love, Michelle."
"Aww, she's so sweet!" Amelia said as her heart melted into mush. A tear trickled down her face. She couldn't wait to find her that morning.
Amelia did love her, too. She'd been in denial about it for a while but it was like Michelle sensed that and was determined to draw the truth out of her.
Amelia sniffed the mashed in area of the bed next to her. It was a delicious mix of Michelle's papaya lotion and the women's sexual secretions.
Amelia, aside from being warm from love, was also feeling incredible naughty this morning, a result of their action the previous night.
After outstretching her arms and a long open-mouthed yawn, she sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed.
She looked down at her legs and lamented about how much she needed some sun but seeing them also reminded her that the blanket wrapped around her was the only covering she had.
It was too early to wear the pink top and jeans she wore last night since her only plans for the day involved staying in with Michelle. Her impromptu overnight stay meant she didn't have a change of clothes or any toiletries to speak of.
It was quite the dilemma but she figured to sort it out after her daily morning pee.
She shuffled to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. She went for the toilet but a glimpse of herself in the mirror pulled her back.
She thought some sparrows might mistake her long, dark brown hair for a nest to raise their young. Michelle said her bed head was sexy but Amelia was sure she was full of it.
Amelia jerked her hand away from the little blue brush with Michelle's hairs in its bristles sitting on the white marble sink. Today and today only Michelle was going to get her way as far as that went.
As Amelia was sitting to relieve herself, images of last night played like a slideshow in her mind. She recalled how Michelle spent so much time pleasuring her sex. She took her time with each stroke of her tongue and every finger penetration inside her. She didn't even want attention herself. She wanted to spend every second, every touch, on Amelia.
As much as Amelia reveled in that, she had to return the gesture and Michelle's shouts of ecstasy told of her approval. She'd never heard her scream in glee like that and was determined to hear an encore.
The following picture in Amelia's mind was the 69 they did where Amelia was on the bottom. She couldn't get Michelle's ass out of her mind as she spent a while looking up at it from her position. It was shaped like the classic bubble. Not particularly fat or thick but it had its fair share of padding. Enough to fill a pair of pants nicely.
She had a buildup of urges that were becoming overwhelming to play with her again.
After finishing her business in the bathroom, Amelia walked back into the bedroom and found Michelle's T-shirt drawer. She tossed on one of her pink tees with short white sleeves. Michelle's size was smaller than hers so the shirt was squeezing her tits. It brought a grin to Amelia's face since she could think of another person that would love to see that.
Amelia was hypnotized by the smells coming from the kitchen and had to make her way there. She passed by the bed first and thought about sifting through the covers to find her panties but she told herself "no." She was in the mood to be bad.
She followed the hallway to the living room and through it to the kitchen.
Amelia nibbled on a nail while she watched Michelle prance around the kitchen, going from stove, to countertop, to refrigerator to prepare breakfast.
She was wearing a white tank top that hugged her tits to where she could see her hardened nipples pushing through. Her blue jean shorts displayed that ass Amelia was daydreaming about and showed her legs, which had a lightly tanned glow.
Amelia, still undetected, crept her way towards Michelle. When she stopped to look down at her cell phone, Amelia grabbed her at the hips and spun her around.
"Hey! Good morning!" Michelle said as she wasted little time attaching her lips to Amelia's.
Amelia kissed her back with ferocity but was matched by Michelle's desire. Amelia made it a point to slide her hands over her back and to her ass where she groped it hard. It had Michelle moaning during their kiss.
Amelia pulled her friend over to the counter nearby and leaned against her to bend her backwards onto it. She pressed her lips to Michelle's again and almost like they could read each other, both women opened their mouths and flicked their tongues together.
Amelia, with her heart racing, stood up trying to compose herself. "Mmm, I couldn't start my day without doing that. I love the gifts you left for me."
Amelia choked up again and her face flushed with red and a steadier stream of her liquid emotions poured over her cheeks.
Michelle's eyes moistened and she ran her first and middle fingers through them. "No, don't do that! You're going to make me cry!"
"I haven't felt this way about someone in so long. I couldn't help it."
Michelle said, "I meant what I wrote. I could also get used to those kisses every morning. That was hot...even with someone having morning breath."
Amelia said, "Oh, whatever."
Michelle brushed her hand and giggled. "I was only teasing! Don't get salty!"
Amelia loved that playfulness about her and it forced her cheeks to puff. "I know!"
They dried their eyes and Michelle went back to cooking.
Michelle stood before the stove and flipped the sizzling bacon in the skillet. "I hope you don't mind pork bacon. I usually eat turkey but I was craving the bad stuff today."
Amelia was thinking that the she was also craving some "bad stuff."
"No, it's fine..." she said as she hooked Michelle around the waist from the rear. Michelle snuggled into her as she leaned back into her body. They stayed like that for a full minute or so.
"I love this..." Michelle said in a low tone.
"Me too," Amelia said as she unsnapped Michelle's shorts. "I was thinking that your ass is so cute. I want to watch it while you finish cooking."
"You're in some feisty mood this morning, sweetie."
"All the fault for this is with you for being so damn sweet, hot, and sexy..."
Amelia pushed down her shorts revealing her purple panties. She couldn't help but slide a hand over her pussy through them and rub all over it. She was emitting so much heat like the fireplace it was.
Michelle reached back and tugged Amelia's messy tresses. "Oh my, God, you're going to make me cum again..."
Amelia whispered in her ear, "Not yet!" She continued to push her shorts down followed by her panties and let them bunch around her ankles. "Now, you can properly get breakfast ready."
Michelle practiced scooting around with her ankles restrained. "Hmm, this feels so naughty. I'll have to get used to this." Amelia drew her open hand away and spanked her ass causing it to jiggle and her body to jump. "Oww!"
"Just hurry and finish. I'm starved!"
Michelle massaged her backside. "Oww, alright, I will be a good girl and get it ready!"
Amelia slid into the cushioned chair at the dining room table nearby with a nice view of the kitchen and Michelle's meaty cheeks.
She could see her pussy lips, which were already coated with specs of white cream.
She dropped her potholder. She took her time bending over to pick it up. Her ass spread revealing a dark, sacred place. As much as she cared for that woman, the fact remained that she wanted to do some devious things to her. Michelle's kindhearted nature and sweet personality would serve to make it that much more bad.
Michelle walked ever so carefully to the sauce pan and gave the bubbling red liquid and strawberries a stir.
Amelia couldn't resist reaching between her legs to rub herself as she stared at Michelle. Her ass shook whenever she moved in a way that screamed sexiness.
Michelle poured some of the sauce over the waffles on both plates. She slid the spatula underneath the bacon and let the strips rest on a paper towel.
"So, are you going to call Willie today and tell him the news about us?" Michelle asked. She was deep in the sleeping abyss that morning when Amelia called Willie to let him know that she committed her love and soul to Michelle. She would have loved to have heard that but Amelia was too anxious to wait.
Michelle looked over at Amelia but she was somewhere else. At least her mind was.
She had pulled up her T-shirt and was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her thoughts about Michelle were driving her crazy. She was dripping wet and some of her juice spotted the cushion she was sitting on.
With her other hand, she was rubbing her clit and inhaling and exhaling at a rapid rate. The rush within was breathtaking.
