The summer evening brushed across Melissa's face as she opened the door, warm after the air-conditioned comfort of the cab and lightly scented with wisteria. She climbed out of the car, then reached back in to help Kirsten get out. They took a slightly unsteady step away, and Kirsten pushed the door shut. They stood for a moment, balancing each other and oblivious to the departing taxi. Melissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, visualizing the fresh, floral air going in through her nose and flooding her lungs, and flushing out the couple of drinks she'd had, replacing it with a new kind of intoxication. She exhaled, and realized she was still holding Kirsten's arm, just above the elbow. She opened her eyes and noticed Kirsten watching her. She caught her eye and they both laughed, suddenly nervous. Kirsten dropped her eyes and took her arm away, lightly brushing Melissa's hip with her hand.
Intentional?
Melissa wasn't sure, but probably not. Not Kirsten, surely! Still, the possibility put a small spark to a fire that had been gently smoldering in her belly the whole evening. Kirsten met her eyes, then quickly glanced away. Warmth from the fire spread downwards. Kirsten swallowed - maybe a little too hard. "Let's go inside. I'm getting cold," she said, her voice shaking very slightly.
Kirsten's husband opened the front door just as she got her key out.
"I wondered how long you'd stay out there" he said, as he welcomed them in. Had he been watching? What did he make of it? They came into the small hallway and stopped to take off their shoes. As she bent down, Melissa's gaze came level with his crotch, and the bulge visible there told her he had been watching and he had made something of it. Perhaps she wasn't imagining things, after all? The small fire burnt brighter, and she became even more aware of the heat growing between her legs.
She stood and felt his hand on her lower back, the same as his other hand was on his wife, as he guided them down the hallway to the living room. He nudged them towards the sofa and offered water and tea. Kirsten and Melissa settled onto the sofa, Kirsten sitting sideways with her legs outstretched, and Melissa with her feet tucked under her. The strange nervousness had disappeared and they chatted comfortably about the evening and about Kirsten's friends they'd met up with. Melissa had felt slightly out of place, but Kirsten told her they'd all seemed to like her.
"You both look like you had a good time," her husband said, as he brought in the drinks and a small dish of chocolates. "But, you'll have to tell me all about it in the morning. I'm off to bed. Don't stay up yapping all night".
He bent to give his wife a goodnight kiss. She closed her eyes and he stroked her hair; they both seemed to be fighting the desire to sink into it. Melissa's burning fire flared as she watched them. He straightened and approached her, then awkwardly leaned forward to kiss her cheek, the custom from her country, but not his. She was taken by surprise and turned the wrong way. The kiss landed on her lips, and she jumped slightly. He pulled back, slightly startled, and she licked her lips, wondering if it was him or his wife she could taste. She glanced at her friend, worried about her reaction. But Kirsten was smiling at her with a tilted head, tasting her own lips with her tongue. Her husband stood up and smiled.
"Good night, both of you," and he was gone.
Melissa smiled at Kirsten and the nervousness, that weird tension, was back. She unfolded herself to lean forward and pick up her tea from the coffee table, took a sip and replaced the cup. When she sat back, Kirsten had shifted slightly, one knee now resting against the back of the sofa, the toes of her other foot just grazing Melissa's thigh. Melissa caught a flash of blue from under her skirt. She knew Kirsten was wearing the lacy bra she'd bought on their last shopping trip together, when Kirsten had visited her; the distinctive strap had been catching her eye all evening. Melissa had wondered about the panties, and now she had her answer. She put her hand on Kirsten's ankle; the movement felt natural, but her hand was shaking.
"I've missed you guys," she said, at the same time Kirsten said, "I'm glad you finally visited us." Kirsten wriggled her toes under Melissa's leg.
"My feet are cold," she said.
Melissa leaned sideways, resting her elbow on Kirsten's knee and her head in her hand.
"I'm tired. It's been a long evening after a long journey," she said, and let her head drop to Kirsten's shoulder. Her hand brushed Kirsten's thigh as it fell. Kirsten gasped quietly, shifted her hips slightly, then licked her lips. She reached out and picked up Melissa's hand, as if to examine a ring. She stroked each bare finger.
"Don't go to bed, just yet." Kirsten's voice was small, unsure. The fire inside Melissa became almost unbearable at the words. Her belly and her pussy burned, and now every nerve tingled. Suddenly, she was wide awake and every millimeter of her body wanted to be held and examined by Kirsten. She twisted towards her, now kneeling on the sofa with her free hand resting lightly on Kirsten's straightened knee. Melissa swallowed, gathered her courage, and asked the question she'd wondered for a very long time.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
Kirsten looked up from Melissa's hand to her eyes and shook her head. She sat up straighter and leaned forward, her eyes holding Melissa's, for fear of letting go and losing the moment. Melissa reached out and stroked Kirsten's hair, copying her husband's earlier movement. She closed the gap between them and cradled Kirsten's head in her hand, bringing their faces together. They stopped for a moment, forehead-to-forehead, then Kirsten closed her eyes and let her lips find Melissa's. Just a light touch, the softness surprised her. She felt the tip of Melissa's tongue on her lips, reassuring her, inviting her in. She opened her mouth to meet Melissa's tongue with her own, finally tasting her for the first time; sweetness and a lingering sense of wine. She broke the kiss and breathed her in. She smelled like the fragrant air outside. Kirsten opened her eyes and Melissa smiled.
Kirsten had been thinking of this moment ever since Melissa had said she'd be in town. She hadn't known if the longing was mutual - although a few comments had given her hope - and she'd had no idea how to ask. Watching Melissa this evening, holding her own in a crowd of unfamiliar people, and winning over every last one of them, had only strengthened her attraction. She wanted her, she wanted to hold her and taste her. She wanted to have her. But she'd been afraid of the unknown and her usual confidence had dissolved into shyness. Outside the house, she'd almost gathered the courage to kiss her. Melissa's smile now, just a scented breath away, melted the shyness and instead desire, want, need swept over her. It was urgent; her body crying out for Melissa's touch. She closed her eyes again, and again her lips found Melissa's, more confident this time. She firmly pushed her tongue between Melissa's yielding lips. She needed her. She grabbed Melissa's shoulders and leaned back, pulling her on top.
Melissa pulled back slightly and adjusted her position so she didn't squash Kirsten. She took a moment to savor the feeling of fire flooding her body, before returning to Kirsten's waiting lips. Kirsten's body beneath her felt right
