“Sorry Elliot, I can’t do this, I’m really am sorry, I’m going to bed. I’m going to bed alone! If you want to try go join Shelly and um, what’s his name? Um.. Barry, I’m sure Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just can’t do this.” She left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock; it read 3:05 AM.
She dialed, the phone was answered after the third ring. “Hi”
“Did I wake you?” She asked.
“No. What do you want?” Melody sounded sleepy.
“I want to be with you.”
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?” Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and remembering their earlier conversation. “Are we having Déjà vu here?”
“Ok, what time’s your flight?” Definitely déjà vu.
“It’s 3:00AM, I haven’t booked a flight.”
“Are you sure you’ve had enough time to think this through? I don’t want you to rush on my account.” Melody asked.
“Melody?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s what I want.” Arleen breathed
“I’m an it?” She quirked.
“No. You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t, you tell me what you mean.” Melody whispered.
“I mean I love you, I’m in love with you. I mean I want you to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make love to you and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you, wake up with you.” It came rushing out of Arleen’s mouth before she could think of something smart to say.
“Ok, what time’s your flight?”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got one.”
“Ok.”
“Do you want me to phone now?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you say more than one word at a time? Can I phone you back?” Arleen asked.
“Right now, all I’m good for is one word at a time. Yes of course phone me back, silly.”
Desperately Arleen searched for the airline’s number, and made arrangements for the earliest flight to Toronto, in the morning paying for it on her Visa.
This time Melody picked up on the first ring. “So?”
Arleen began to realize two could play monosyllables. “Yeah”
There was silence, Melody caved first. “So tell me, what time’s the flight?”
“Tomorrow.” Arleen whispered.
” I didn’t ask what day, I asked what time.” Melody chuckled playfully.
“Morning” Came Arleen’s terse reply.
“When in the morning? Stop it now, it isn’t funny anymore.” There was nothing playful in Melody’s tone.
“You started it, I catch the 10:00 American Airlines direct to Toronto, I should be there at 1:00
“Ok, I’ll be there, don’t change your mind on me.”
“I wont.” Arleen whispered.
“Hey.”
“Don’t start that again, Melody, hey what?”
” Hey, I love you, Arleen.”
Arleen, felt herself tremor. Her insides felt like jelly, she croaked a reply. “I love you too.”
“Sleep tight my love I’ll see you tomorrow.” The phone went dead, as Melody clicked off.
Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hour for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western boots, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the large oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly’s bedroom. Both men were asleep beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short note thanking her for helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude, finally leaving Melody’s phone number as her contact number.
The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped seat alongside a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the first person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the rotunda.
She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign ” I love Arleen Armstrong”. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a turned up nose and beautiful curly dark hair. When Arleen drew nearer she noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she wanted to run and touch her, hold her kiss her.
“Hi there, I’m Arleen, you must be Melody?” She asked.
Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other’s skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other’s mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about ‘getting a room’
They drew apart, well not exactly apart; they held each other staring into each other’s eyes. Melody was the first to speak. “Come, we need to get your bags sent up to the club.” She said almost dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.
Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as Melody handed over her luggage to the courier service giving instructions, to overnight them to the club’s address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen’s hand go.
Melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car park. Instead of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.
Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the bike over Arleen’s head, donned her own matching one after putting on a leather biker’s jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat, before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loud roar, the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a surge Melody accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her hands clasped around her waist.
Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her hands tighter around Melody’s waist, her head resting between, her shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands of Ontario.
When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody piloted the bike to a stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets.
Melody’s twin was behind the bar; in exactly the same place she had first seen her. “I somehow knew you two were going to get together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe.” Thelma leaned across the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. “You should have seen this girl.” She said pointing at Melody. “She hasn’t eaten or slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she doesn’t eat or sleep, so remember to keep her fed; I’m not too sure how much sleeping you two’ll be doing.”
Melody blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. “Arleen needs to shower and settle in, I’ll take her upstairs. You can chat with her later.” She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the stairs.
They entered Melody’s apartment hand in hand, Melody guided her into the bedroom. “We can shower later, I need you, now.” Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off Arleen’s boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled off Arleen’s jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and sat naked before her.
Melody plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly undressed and sat, naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. “Are you cold? You’re shivering.” She asked.
Arleen looked into Melody’s green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, “No, I’m not cold, I’m frightened, I’m excited, I’m confused, I want so much to please you, I’m scared to hell I’ll fuck up, I guess I’m just nervous.”
“It’s ok to be nervous.” Melody coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her down onto the bed. “I love you Arleen, trust me, ok? I’ll never hurt you, ok?”
Melody whispered soft words of love into Arleen’s ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen’s lips with her’s; they kissed, taking in each other’s essence, like their first kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody’s tongue while her own tongue slid over Melody’s teeth and inquisitively inspected every square millimeter of her mouth.
Melody’s hands became bolder; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen’s breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody’s touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody’s finger tips. Melody sighed contented; her own hands caressed Melody’s back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen’s breast, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other.
Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back; Melody could feel heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen’s legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen’s nipple slipped out of Melody’s mouth with an audible ‘plop’.
Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen’s navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second offer; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen’s labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen’s slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris.
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