Won't You Smile Awhile For Me

Sara was working hard to give Melleny the aggro cunt attention she so craved, not used to performing this level of hard digital labor on herself. Her other arm was still around Mel, roughly grazing her flesh with her nails, producing pink scratches on her back. The intensity was so blindingly hot, she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Her dominant forearm and wrist were starting to throb, but her pussy couldn't give a damn so long as Melleny too kept up her end.

Mel felt herself near the same destination. It was finally clearer to Sara, who was unsure if she was performing adequately—until, that was, Melleny hungrily sank her teeth into Sara's cheek. This startled Sara, but not enough to bring things to a standstill. She waited until Mel was through, then buried her own face into Melleny's neck. Mel tilted her head back to accommodate her, and Sara hickeyed her beneath the jawline.

Both were gladly surprised at the staggering length of time having elapsed. It was lasting longer than either of them fathomed. Sara's face was desperate with lust and yearning, grimacing in euphoria. She couldn't possibly imagine she was giving Melleny a heavenly escape the likes of the journey Mel was sending her on. Unbeknownst to her, Mel was feeling the same way. Neither could turn back now. Melleny felt as if she could never go home again. Sara was trying to think of a loving, ladylike way to keep Mel as her sex slave, chained to her bed if necessary. Their lovemaking had proved to go above and beyond everything either of them thought it could.

And then...Melleny made a turn for the brave.

Sara?...

Yes, my darling?

...I love you.

Sara came.

On the spot. The words made her instantly orgasm. She couldn't believe it herself, slammed head-on by an abrupt, explosive climax from out of left field. It was anything but expected. For Sara Kelton, who adored romance, who longed for commitment, to whom the intimate and passionate had always gone hand in hand—love and lust together as one, never wanting one without the other—perceiving and processing those three magnificent words transported her to the land of hopes and dreams, where she'd forever longed to be taken, by a woman who loved her. Suddenly, her dusty heart was unlocked, and those three tiny little words were the key.

And as did her heart and mind, her pussy surrendered and gave itself over, rewarding them with a glorious orgasm brought wholly on by Mel's genuine love and adoration in that split-second. It felt like she was falling upwards to land in a cloud-like field of flowers and butterflies. She glued her lips to Melleny's and vowed never to let go.

I love you too I love you too I love you too I love you too!! Sara gushed, unable to stop. Her hand departed from Melleny's cunt as she flung both arms back around her. But Mel didn't care, having just made the woman she truly loved happier than ever in her life. Sara gripped onto her for dear life, clutching with insurmountable devotion.

Sara, honey...are you crying?

I told you...that's how emotional I get. I don't know what I did to deserve this, Melleny, my love, but...thank you. To say the least.

Their lovemaking was concluded. Sara hadn't got to quite return the favor for Mel, at least not so she thought. Mel begged to differ. Bringing Sara all the way to tears via a heart-melting orgasm felt as good as any release could for her. They lay silent awhile in a mutual afterglow. Then Dream-Sara sent another thought to Dream-Melleny's mind.

There are just a couple of things that could make this moment any more perfect.

What?

Sara conjured them up in her mind, one by one, and Melleny's eyes challenged her own mind to believe, as right before them, from one side of the bed to the other, arched an actual, pure, natural rainbow. It encompassed the entire bed, illuminating the space around them with zero artificial light whatsoever. But strangely enough, Mel noticed, the bed appeared to be floating in a dark void. And though the rainbow alit it, she couldn't see any other furnishings or décor, only the bed itself.

Before Melleny even had time to react to the rainbow, Sara too dreamt up the stars to fill the walls and ceiling. To their left, upon one of the more prominent stars indeed sat a yellow-furred, purple-pawed Dewdrop, perched regally with his swishing tail. Though she knew it was a dream, Melleny nonetheless remained stunned. You gotta be...

Oh, that's nothing, Sara replied. Just you wait...

Mel looked. Again, in front of her disbelieving eyes, from the limitless depths of darkness, appeared...Velette Voxe. Mel's only reaction was simple, and to the point.

NO...way.

"Way," smiled Dream-Velette, reading her mind.

"Anything can happen in a lucid dream," Sara added, talking out loud again. "Remember the live show, on my birthday? The night right before, I dreamt Velette and I made love."

"Shut the front door!" said Melleny.

"Nope, dear Melleny, honest," said Velette. "And I certainly don't have to tell you what a rockin' helluva body she has."

"Now, you ready to be really blown away?" Sara asked Mel.

"I...dunno."

"Trust me. Close your eyes."

"...'Kay." Mel obeyed, and Sara closed hers as well.

"All right, and...open 'em."

Mel did so. Here now stood Velette before them...in all Her magnificent nude splendor.

"WHOA!!" Melleny shouted, her eyes practically popping out on springs. "Damn, V—...Velette...You are smokin' hot!"

"That was completely gratuitous," Sara explained.

"I like completely gratuitous," Velette assertively flirted with both of them.

"See, aren't dreams brilliant?" Sara asked Melleny. "I mean, if this was reality, it'd probably be weird, or even creepy. But this is just..."

"Yeah, this is just super-hot!" agreed Mel.

"Now, honey, there was one more thing I wanted to ask you for," Sara entreated, caressing Melleny's arm lovingly. "I know I may not have any right to ask you this after you made me...cum like that, but...um..."

Melleny only gazed fondly. "...Yes?"

"Well...I'd love to feel those magic massage fingers of yours."

Melleny was thrilled. "Oh, Sara, of course, babe!" she elatedly giggled. "Absolutely! Go ahead, turn over, and lie on your belly for me."

Sara laid down, so that she was on her tummy, and could still see Velette. Mel sat up on top and straddled her. The opening of a mellow old '70s ballad piped in out of thin air.

Melleny looked up. "Where did that come from?"

Velette waved a hand to her. "From Me. You two go ahead. I'll provide the ambience."

"Well, You'll have to forgive me if I moan through it a little," Sara chuckled up to Her Goddessship, face half-buried in the mattress.

Melleny began, pressing her fingers and knuckles in between Sara's shoulder blades.

"OHHHHH!" Sara cried.

Velette grinned. "A 'little,' huh?"

"Oh, Goddess!" said Sara.

"You talking to me or Her?" asked Mel.

"Uh...both."

It was time for the song's lyrics to start. Velette sat on the corner of the bed and began serenading Sara—once again.

"Baby hair, with a woman's eyes...I can feel you watching in the night...all alone with me a-a-and...we're waiting for the sunli-i-ight...when I feel cold you warm me...and when I feel I can't go on, you come and hold me...it's you, and me, forever...

"Sara, smile...won't you smile awhile for me, Sara..."

"OHHHHH..." Sara reiterated. "That feels so frickin' good, Melleny, you've no idea..."

Melleny kind of wanted to ask if it felt better than the orgasm, but thought that might be a difficult question. While not trying to toot her own proverbial horn, she still couldn't help wondering which Sara would choose, if she even could.

"Sara, smile..." Velette continued singing. "Oh, won't you smile awhile for me, Sara..."

OHHHHHhhhhh... Sara thought. Holy...ohhhhhh...that's it, I have officially died and gone to heaven. The truth was, if Mel had asked Sara which felt better, it would've been darn hard to decide. She'd have had to think long and hard about it...and maybe ask for each again, to compare and contrast...

Finally, Velette wrapped up the song. She stroked Sara's hair, and kissed her on the head. "Love ya, kid. Merry Christmas."

"Ohhhh...I love You too, Velette..." Sara mumbled, pronouncing only half the letters, Melleny still rubbing her back and shoulders.

"Wh—are You leaving?" Mel asked Her.

"I'm afraid I've gotta," Velette said. "Sara's gonna wake up soon."

Melleny gasped in disappointment. "Oh, no," she pouted. "Well, do we...get to see each other again? Or do...Y'know, this, again?"

"Well, I couldn't tell you that," answered Velette.

"Why not?"

Velette turned back to them.

"Melleny, sweetheart, I'm a singer, not a fortune-teller."

"Oh...right." Mel was a bit deflated the Voxe had to go now, but she said, "Well...I love You too, Velette; I mean, You've always been one of my heroes too."

"Thanks, babe. Take care of her for me."

And She was gone.

"Wow..." said Melleny. "You actually got to have sex with Velette Voxe."

She went on massaging, but Sara said nothing.

"Sara?"

Sara remained silent. Mel was confused. She was about to call her name out loud again, but something else suddenly happened.

"Ow!" Melleny said, feeling an unexpected sharp sting in her left leg. "Wha—"

Sara still wasn't saying anything. Abruptly, she didn't even look like she was breathing. Melleny was getting alarmed, not aware what was going on. And her left leg was still aching for some inexplicable reason.

"Sara?...Sara...Sara...Sara..." her voice repeatedly echoed around Sara's subconscious, growing more distorted and dissonant.

Finally...it was over. Their twin dream-souls dissolved into masses of vanishing matter, and as if being sucked through a vacuum, were immediately drawn back into their sleeping bodies sprawled out on the living room floor.

*****

Sunday, December 15th, 2013, 6:02 a.m.

"Hm?" Sara weakly uttered, coming into consciousness. "Melleny?...Velette?...M—..."

Finding herself on the floor, she was at first bemused and disoriented. Wasn't she just in bed? With Melleny? And—

The half of her brain that was awake momentarily freaked out. Wait, she was in bed with Melleny?? What did they do??

But thankfully, the rest of her woke a moment later and realized it was all a dream.

What she also noticed was that while Melleny's body was in the same spot she'd dropped asleep last night, Sara had shifted about considerably—and, well, clearly so; just as she told Mel the previous afternoon when she came over, Sara always twisted and turned and wriggled and writhed about in her sleep.

One of her feet was touching Mel's left leg. Somehow, it looked to Sara that Melleny's afghan had moved. Furthermore, Mel appeared to be wincing in her sleep, and...almost even reaching towards her left leg, as if it were in pain.

Uh-oh...I hope I didn't kick her. Sara gently rubbed Melleny's leg, hoping she hadn't but thinking she had. I'm sorry, Melleny...I didn't mean it.

She dragged to her feet and stumbled to the bathroom. She tried to hold on to the rapidly disappearing remnants of the dream, even though it left a bittersweet thought in her mind and made her sad. Untrue as it was, still in the process of waking up, she felt like she'd taken advantage of Melleny, somehow. First Velette a month ago, and now Mel. Her subconscious was much more active—and getting much more action—than her waking self. What was more, she'd once again greedily taken the orgasm for herself, but hadn't given one. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in herself.

The next stop she made was to the kitchen for a drink of water. The TV, having finished playing the Christmas movie they were watching, had been on and bouncing the DVD logo around the screen all night. Sara ended up leaving the TV on overnight surprisingly often. She didn't know why she didn't just use the sleep feature.

Not sure what else to do, she settled back down on the blanket with her afghan and resumed her activity of just watching Melleny sleep.

It would be another two hours before Mel awoke, and two and a half before the sun did. Sara spent the time affectionately watching her date-guest absorbing more and more 'z's. Sara wanted her to be able to have as much sleep as possible. She was entitled to it. It might not have been extremely far—barely fifteen minutes; Melleny lived right around the corner from Sara's parents—but Mel had made the effort to come over and provide her with some lovely company, despite a deprivation of sleep the previous night.

As Sara studied her face over and over, again grew her fondness and caring for the girl. And now her dream had brought her emotionally closer. It was a shame, she thought inside, that she could almost practically fall in love with this lass right now, and the lass in question had virtually no idea. Melleny knew nothing beyond what happened at 9:00 p.m. the previous night. Yet, Sara proceeded to remind herself of all the fun they'd had in this short five-hour date, and all they had in common. And she might not have known for sure, but she really did believe Melleny liked her too. At least she hadn't given any indication otherwise. Unless she was just teasing her and playing hard-to-get.

When Mel finally did wake up, she didn't know at first where she was. When Sara reminded her, and Melleny indeed realized and remembered everything, she felt kind of sheepish and embarrassed. But Sara assured her there was no reason to be. She said, "I'm just glad you didn't try to drive home sleepy and hurt yourself. Or anyone else."

Melleny blinked awake. Sara, reminding herself that this was now again real life, kept her emotions in relative check, and scooted in a little closer, taking and holding Mel's hand. She seemed okay with this, so Sara pulled herself a bit closer still, inching until they were close enough to snuggle. Melleny didn't object, though she didn't exactly leap into Sara's arms just yet either. She let Sara hold her, cuddle and nose-nuzzle her, and she neither recoiled nor advanced. But after a few more minutes, she rested her head on Sara's shoulder, and her hand on Sara's belly, both of which felt nice. Sara was a bit disappointed to find her hair didn't smell like cherries and honey anymore.

Regardless, Sara was harboring a deep, deep desire to kiss her. Not even necessarily on the mouth, just anywhere. Just to be allowed the privilege of placing her lips upon Melleny's person, planting on her like a flag, as a testament to her great budding affection. She knew the girl was just barely awake, and wanted to do nothing that could be perceived as taking advantage. But such as Velette gave her in her dream, a gesture so simple and harmless as a little kiss on top of the head need convey no romantic signals, and couldn't do any visible damage. So this was what she did.

She was unsure how if at all Melleny should react, but was pleased to feel her place a light peck of her own on Sara's torso, just at the spot where her shoulder met her chest. How nice, Sara thought, a smile lighting up her face. Dare she go for another, closer...?

She waited a moment, trying not to appear too eager, and planted a kiss on Mel's brow. Melleny, seemingly indifferent to appearing overeager or not, returned a kiss right on Sara's shoulder itself. Sara was getting excited. Suddenly, the possibilities of this game took on a lot more fascination. She leaned down a bit further and kissed Mel's temple.

Melleny kissed Sara's collarbone.

Sara kissed Melleny's ear.

Melleny kissed Sara's neck.

Sara kissed Melleny's cheek.

Melleny kissed Sara's chin.

Sara kissed Melleny's nose.

Melleny kissed Sara's jaw.

Sara kissed Melleny lower down on the cheek next, just beside the lips.

Melleny kissed Sara in the same spot.

Sara didn't know about Mel, but she was just about to burst with love. The intensity of her feelings for Melleny having only exponentially increased since last night, she now had to know. Her brain couldn't make her heart hold back anymore.

"Melleny..." she whispered, riding a hand through the girl's dark wavy hair, revealing a bit more of her face. "I've gotta ask you something...

"How...how do you feel about me?"

Mel looked a little surprised at the question. She darted her sleepy blue eyes around before answering. "Well, I mean, I...I like you, Sara. But you know, I...I don't know if..."

She paused. Sara nodded, urging her to go on.

...If what? Oh, Melleny, please don't torment me like this after all those kisses.

"...I don't know if you like me as much as I like you. But, since I saw you at the concert, I've had a little crush on you."

Sara ballooned with happiness. "You have a little crush on me?"

She felt Melleny's hands caress her. "Well, I wouldn't quite say it's so little anymore."

Sara's heartbeat doubled in both speed and velocity. "So...ahem! If-if it's okay to ask...would you say that we'll be having a second date?"

Melleny brought her hand from Sara's tummy and ribs all the way to her face, accidentally giving her the lightest possible brush over her breast. Sara's heart just about burst her chest open. Mee gave her cheek a little caress with the tops of her fingers and nails, gazing into Sara's hazel eyes and trying to communicate what she felt for her. She leaned her head back, drew Sara nearer to her, closing the distance and space between them, and finally...at long last, their real-life non-dream forms shared quite possibly the most wonderful kiss either had ever experienced.

Sara was so happy and moved she willed to cover both of their faces with tears—as was her want, being Sara. They settled in, enjoying the romantic moment together, hugging and cuddling yet closer. Neither was ready to actually undress or have sex just yet, and they hadn't the energy at this early an hour anyway. They were both however fine to just kiss cozily, pulling the afghan over themselves to share, tongues uninvolved for now, in a state between friends and girlfriends (but closer to still just friends). There might not have been any limits or risks in her dreamworld, and that was fine, but Sara knew and respected the real-life boundaries right now between them. One part of Sara's anatomy admittedly had other ideas, but that was also all right; Sara would fix them a little breakfast, Melleny would be on her way...and Sara would settle things with this part of her body afterwards.

Well...it would seem Christmas came a little early this year.

*****

Sunday, December 15th, 2013, 10:19 a.m.

Melleny slipped her sweater back on. She picked up her purse, making sure nothing was left behind, and Sara asked, "May I please have a hug, mon chérie?"

Melleny gladly obliged, and Sara found she was right. Oooohhh...hee hee hee...they do feel even nicer in a fuzzy sweater.

They exchanged a last peck on the cheeks. "Oh, wait, before you go..." Sara jogged over to a closet, where she found a pair of spare Christmas mittens, green with a stripey red pattern. "I want you to take these. It's super-cold out there, and I don't want those wonderful masseuse fingers of yours to freeze. You can take the pizza too, if you want."