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!"
