4 comments/ 14181 views/ 3 favorites My Dream of Melanie Ch. 01 By: lks2bite Before I start this let me explain something: I love men!! I like the feel of their cock pushing and pulling inside my pussy as we fuck but, a few months ago, I met a woman who, when she touched me, filled me with lust. Just the feel of her fingers trailing up my leg made me want to grab her and kiss her (or more?). I have NEVER felt this way about a woman before in my life, although I have experimented once with sex with someone of the same sex. I didn't feel for that person what I felt instantly for this other, newly acquainted female. Just so you know, I am getting the shakes as I write this. It started a few months ago, when I had to attend physical therapy for surgery to my leg. I was hamming it up, as I always do to cover my anxiety, cracking jokes and making funny comments when this woman walked up. There wasn't anything extraordinary about her looks. She was about five feet four or five,softly rounded face, glasses, streaked, light brown hair, freckles (which she was trying to cover with makeup, but most of it had worn off by the time of my appointment), a sweet smile and a husky voice. Her body was just right: slim without being skinny but big enough to have curves. Her chest was probably about a large "C" cup, and her hips curved gently against the dark colored shorts she was wearing. "Hi, I'm Melanie and I am going to be your physical therapist today." She said as she moved smoothly across the room, negotiating her way to the bench where they had me. Her hands were full with several loose-leaf notebooks. "You're here because you had........" "....knee surgery." I supplied. "Yeah." she said, sitting down on a rolling stool. "I'm still looking over your protocols that your doctor wants us to follow. "You're gonna need to get all that stuff of,." she said, pointing to my knee brace, and the dressing on my leg. "so we can get some measurements for a baseline assessment." I stripped off the brace and the bandages quickly. I had never had physical therapy and I was nervous. Melanie put the notebooks down and rolled the stool close to the bench where I was at. "I need to see the incisions." she explained as she grasped my leg in her hand and turned it gently first one way and then another. "They look like they're healing good." "I can't feel anything." I explained stiffly. I don't normally like people touching me. It makes me jumpy and I normally don't invite people's touches. "My leg I mean." "You can't feel this?" Melanie asked as she gently touched the area around my incisions. "Nope." I said. "The doctor said I crushed the nerves, most likely, when I had my accident." Melanie slowly trailed her fingers down the front of my calf and I flinched. Not only could I feel it but the electric shock caused by her touch went straight up my leg and embedded itself into my pussy. Shit. It was all I could think. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Did that hurt?" she asked me, her gaze locking with mine for a second. I don't know what she saw in my eyes but I knew I was losing it. "No. It didn't hurt. A muscle jerked inside my leg." I lied, hoping to cover my reaction to her touch. "Okay." she said and pulled her hand away. I hate to admit it but I missed her touch instantly. We attended to business the rest of my time there going over my exercises and I pretended that I hadn't felt anything when she had touched me...but it didn't stop me from dreaming... watch soon for part 2. Note to the reader: Where should I go from here? I really want your opinion. My Dream of Melanie Ch. 02 The first part of this story was true. It happened. The rest of this is just a dream. In my dream, which I had the first night after I started physical therapy, Melanie and I are sitting on a brown, leather couch, watching some stupid movie. Melanie is wearing a pair of khaki colored slacks, a light yellow button up shirt with a button-down collar. We have both taken off our shoes and are in socks. I am wearing my usual blue jeans and a t-shirt. I am about the same height as Melanie with blond hair and brown eyes. I have 36 DDD chest and am a slim 140 lbs. I have long since grown bored with the movie and have been sneaking long glances at Melanie. She is so cute (hot) sitting there, with her legs tucked up under her butt, fingertips of one hand brushing the ends of her short brown hair back and forth while she watches television. In the other hand she is holding a glass about half full of a mixed drink. Her forehead is smooth under her long bangs which barely touch the top of her glasses. Her hazel eyes are more green than any other color and I can't stop watching her. The next time I glance at her she is looking at me. "What are you thinking about?" she asks me, her voice low and warm. "Nothing." I say but I keep watching her. "No, really. I want to know." she says and licks her lips. I can't help but moan as the thought of that tongue against mine flashes across my thoughts. "I really don't think you want to know." I say. She shakes her head in denial. "We're friends. I really want to know." I bite my lip because how can I tell this woman who had probably never even thought of being with someone of the same sex in a sexual manner that I want to kiss her so bad I think I might die if I don't. Finally, I decide to take the direct approach. "I was wondering what your lips taste like." I can't take my gaze from hers. To my surprise she isn't shocked. She scoots a little closer to me, takes my glass and hers and places them on the glass topped coffee table which sits in front of the couch. "That's funny." she comments, sliding ever closer. "Huh?" I can't think as she gets even closer to me. "Cause I was wondering the same thing about yours but I didn't know how to say it." she admits. "Have you ever kissed another woman?" "Yeah." I admit as she lifts my hand and puts it on her knee. "Once." "Was it..." she is sliding my hand slowly up and down her khaki clad leg between her knee to about six inches up her thigh. "Was it different? From kissing a guy?" "A little." I admit, trying to concentrate enough to talk. "How? How was it different?" she asks. "It was..." I have to swallow to wet my throat so I can speak. "It was softer. Not in a bad way, but not as aggressive." "Softer? You mean her lips were softer?" she leans into me, putting her face closer to mine. "Yes and no." I am breathing hard now, almost panting. "Her lips were softer, of course, but she..." I lose my train of thought as she leans so close I can feel her breath on my face. "Was it good?" she asks. I squeeze her leg just above the knee. "Yes, oh god, yes." I moan and light press my lips to hers. "Mmmm." she moans right back and raises one hand to my shoulder. I boldly run my hand higher up her thigh until I can feel the heat of her pussy through the crotch of her slacks and presses lightly against her mound. "Ohhhh." she moans, as she kisses me back now, her tongue slipping out to trace the seam of my lips. I press my lips harder against hers, following her tongue back to her lips with mine. To my amazement, she opens her lips, then her teeth, letting my tongue into her mouth. I take advantage, rubbing her crotch harder even as I sweep my tongue slowly into the warmth of her mouth. I can feel her moisture gathering between her legs, soaking through pants and underwear, onto my hand. Finally, I break the kiss, pulling back just far enough to rest my forehead against hers. "Is that what you wanted?" I ask her, my voice huskier than usual with passion. "Yes." she moans putting the hand she had been resting on my shoulder to the side of my head, brushing my hair back. "Did you have sex with that other girl?" "Uh-huh." I admitted, feeling a rush of heat covering my face, neck and upper chest. I had been with Ashley a couple of times but I hadn't told anyone about it. "Was it good?" she asked, still fondling my hair. "Better than good." I admit, knowing that I am blushing again. "Especially the second time." "You did IT with her more than once?" Melanie asked, still resting against me. "It was an experiment." I defended myself. "I had never been with a woman before and Ashley had. She opened my eyes. But it's not as if I want to fuck every woman I see walking down the street or anything like that." Melanie giggled. (I am beginning to think that she may be just a little drunk.) "So, Ashley and I, we're special?" she asked. "Of course. Anyone I fuck is special..." I say, "I don't just fuck anyone!!!" Melanie giggled again and rubbed her forehead side to side against mine. "I wasn't trying to imply that you were a whore or anything." she lightly presses her lips against mine for about a second. "Good, because I'm not." I say just before I kiss her back. "Do you want to stop?" "I don't think so." she answers and grinds her crotch against my hand. My Dream of Melanie Ch. 03 "You mean you want to go all the way?" I asked her, not believing that she had kissed me of her own initiative and that she wanted more than kisses. "Full out sex? Me going down on you? Licking your pussy? Sucking your clit? Making you cum until you scream?" "Yesssss." she moans, pressing her crotch tighter against my hand. "Ohhhh, yyeess!" "Are you sure?" I ask her, and pull my hand from her crotch and raise it to toy with the top button on her blouse. "Absolutely sure?" "Yes!" she quietly exclaims as she watches me begin to slowly unbutton her shirt. "Because I want you badly that, once I start, I may not be able to stop." I explain as I push the sides of her shirt apart, revealing a lacy red bra. The cups were so small that they barely covered her nipples; her dark eraser sized nipples that I can't resist lifting one tit slightly and giving the nipple a nice, long lick. "Ahhh." she moans. I smile and give her nipple another long, wet lick before tugging her shirt from the waist of her pants and tugging the remaining buttons loose. "Off!" I demand as I push the shirt back, over Melanie's shoulders, forcing her hands from my shoulders and behind her. This forces her tits higher, her dusky nipples peeking at me over the top of her lacy bra. I twist the shirt around her arms a couple of times just tight enough to keep her arms behind her back. "What are you doing?" she asks, tugging at her wrists, trying to get loose. I hold her arms for a second, until she stops struggling. "With your arms like this, it makes your nipples stick up just right." I glance down between us, admiring the view. "I always thought that you were beautiful but, right now, you are beyond beautiful." I really want to tell her what a bastard I think her ex-husband was for leaving her but don't want to bring him into it. "Damn. You are sexy with your clothes on but you are damned near irresistible with them off." She relaxes again and I slowly kiss the side of her graceful neck. I lay kissed down, down, down, across her collar bone, angle back towards her chest until I reach the top peak of her breasts. I know she is watching me because I can feel her gaze. I rest my hands on either side of her hips and lean into her, close. Using just the tip of my tongue, I slowly trace the top edge of her bra from the shoulder strap to the bottom of the vee in the front, intentionally avoiding her nipple. When I slowly slide my tongue back up the same breast, I hesitate over her nipple, just letting my hot breath puff against it again and again, watching as it slowly grows longer and stiffer. Only when Melanie pushed her chest forward, do I take her nipple into my mouth, opening wide so I can cover her silver dollar sized aureola as well. I suck just hard enough to create a good suction before I start to pull away, slowly, slowly letting the nipple slide, wet and hot, from my mouth. Before she can recover from the shock of the cooler air in the room attacking her nipple, it is in my mouth again. This time, I suck on it harder, flicking it quickly back and forth with my tongue then giving it a quick nip with my teeth and lips before I finally let it fall back to her chest. Then I switch to the other side. I don't play shy this time, immediately laving Melanie's dark brown, lightly pebbled nipple with my tongue and pulling it deeply into the recesses of my mouth. I use my tongue to whip it back and forth a few times before I pull back and let her tit fall back into her bra. "OOHHHH!!" Melanie moans, her eyes almost completely green now, and almost totally closed. I smile and raise a hand to trail my fingertips slowly down the side of one of her grapefruit size tits. She jumps because my fingers have gotten cool from the leather of the couch. I gently squeeze the nipple between my fingertips and roll it back and forth. "Harder?" I ask and squeeze just a little tighter. "Or softer?" "More...I mean, oh god, I mean harder." Melanie gasps out softly, biting her lips and almost succeeding in keeping back a moan. I squeeze just slightly harder as I lean in and gently place a light kiss on Melanie's cheek. She turns her head and tries to press her lips against mine but I avoid her...for the moment. I slide my lips along her cheek toward her ear until I can gently suck her ear-lobe into my mouth. I flick it back and forth, doing the same thing to her nipple with my fingers. Melanie is gasping now, struggling with the shirt around her wrists and I press my body against hers, forcing her back, into the couch. She quits struggling when she realizes that I don't mean to let her wrist loose just yet. I kiss her then. My lips press tightly against her, my tongue sweeping between the seam of her lips, dipping inside the warmer heat of her mouth. I pull my tongue back into my mouth and her follows, almost instinctively. Our tongues dart back and forth between our mouths, even as I roll and pull on her nipples, switching back and forth. I take my free hand from the couch and put it on her hips, lightly tracing the top edge of the waist band of her pants from her hip, each time edging further towards the center of her body. Melanie is really moaning now, the sound growing louder the closer my hand at her waist gets to her stomach. Finally, I flick open the button holding her pants shut and ease the zipper down. My fingers graze something nubby and smooth. I steal a glance and see lacy panties matching the bra. "Oh, Melanie, if only your patients knew what you wore under the grungies you usually wear to work, they would all want to be where I am right now." I tell her as I ease my fingers inside the waist of her panties. Melanie is panting in my ear, slowly thrusting her hips forward, grinding her crotch against my hand. "Please. Please." she begs as my fingers slowly part the outer lips of her pussy, which is already slick with her juices. "Soon." I tell her, lightly tracing the seam of her outer lips slowly from top to where she is wettest, right above her vagina. "I need to..." Melanie gasps when I slowly push a single finger forward, finding her clit and giving it a light rub. "Ooohhh, I nnneeeedddd!!!!" "I know, Sweetie. I know." I tell her and give her a light kiss. Somehow, she has gotten her hands loose and she suddenly grabs the back of my head, twists my long hair between her fingers and pulls me tighter into the kiss. Our tongues are almost fighting now, as my hand between her legs slides lower and the tip of a finger slowly penetrates her pussy and the thumb keeps stroking her clit. The harder I stroke her clit, the harder she pulls my hair as she deepens the kiss, turning her head from side to side. I relent and push my middle finger deeply into her pussy and rub until I can feel the slight roughness of her g-spot. I press it there and speed up the stroking of her clit with my thumb. Melanie is losing it now. She is thrusting her hips faster and faster against my hand as I allow her to finger fuck herself with my hand. I maintain pressure on her g-spot until I can feel the inner walls of her pussy tighten spasmodically around my finger. She gasps against my lips as she cums. She gasps again when I give her rock hard clit a squeeze and she has a little after-shock orgasm. "Damn." she somehow manages to say without completely lifting her lips from mine. "Just...damn." I just smile against her lips because I know that we aren't through yet. Part four, coming soon.