2 comments/ 9475 views/ 7 favorites The One Thing I'll Never Regret By: Smokey125 SS32: "Happy Endings IV—The One Thing I'll Never Regret" The One Thing I'll Never Regret Jake and Sara exchanged highly intrigued glances. "Well, that sounds appropriate," said Sara. "May I?" "Of course!" Muffy uncapped the bottle. As Sara'd run out of spots on her skin to sample the 'fumes, Muffy spritzed her own wrist. Sara took a small sniff. Just as with Panda Express' Kung Pao chicken, her eyeballs went straight back in her head. "O.M.F.G..." she breathed, spelling out the shorthand abbreviation. "Jake, bro, no kidding, you have to smell this." Jake gave a whiff. The scent had a similar effect as well on his olfactory senses. The only word he produced was, "...Damn." "I think we have a winner!" Sara grinned, spreading a contagious smile onto Muffy's lips as well. "I'll say!" Jake tossed in. "You give Mel that, she'll probably drop to her knees and ask you to marry her right on the spot!" That was good enough for Sara. "I'll take one!" she beamed. The One Thing I'll Never Regret And more than anything else, she wanted to make Melleny come. She hadn't been given the privilege yet, and she craved it. At the same time, she didn't want to have to come out to tell Melleny this; she wanted to be able to give her a superbly natural orgasm that didn't feel forced or pressured in the least. What played out in her favor was that she had on her skinny ankle-hugging jeans, and Mel this time was not wearing pants, but a skirt, yielding Sara easy access to her fragile womanhood. Easy access...OOOooohh... The words made her tingle. She didn't want to be in too much of a hurry, but things were a bit different from their first time. Now with some experience as romantic and sexual partners under their shared belt, excess inhibitions and foreplay were booted into absentia, and they could proceed head-on, unimpeded. Sara had no intention of making her hands behave themselves. Neither did Mel, but Sara's task was crucially important to her right now. She traced the hem of Mel's skirt with her fingertips, turned her hand 90° and continued further south until the blade of her hand and her nails gingerly grazed Mel's supple, uncovered, milky thigh. Melleny's breath drew in with a silent gasp, and Sara, driven by the complimentary arousal and unable to hold herself back, went in for the kill. Melleny braced herself and began quivering as Sara closed in on the edge of the panties. She didn't see it absolutely necessary to remove them just now; there would be time later. She eased the fabric out of her path with a single finger, and let herself beneath. She traced the perimeter of her girlfriend's pussy, sending a feverish heat through her from head to toe. "Yes...yes, my love...God, yes..." she thought she heard Melleny breathe to her through their magnetized lips. Sara felt Mel fondle and grope her in turn through her jeans. She shivered back, nipples stiffening. She took her free hand off Mel, lifted her T-shirt to her neck and set her tits free. She redirected Melleny's otherwise unoccupied hand to her now exposed chest as her own snuck its way up in between Mel's warm, wet pussy lips. Melleny secreted and blessed Sara's fingers with her hot, damp femininity. She surrendered to Sara's tender touch, melting into her and heating her body like scalding, dripping wax. Her lips pulled off Sara's out of necessity, needing the extra oxygen. Her face cringed in blazing delight, eyebrows creasing down, eyes squeezing shut, mouth moaning wide open. Sara's mouth turned up into a satisfied, powerful smile. Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!! she thought. I'm doing it! Giving rather than receiving was far more arousing than she thought it would be. Mel's faculties were heavily compromised by the magic Sara was working on them, and her hands had rested more or less motionlessly on Sara's chest and pussy, but Sara couldn't care less. It was all about Melleny. She was so excited and hopeful to give her a heart-stopping climax, she barely cared if she herself came at all. If Mel wanted to reciprocate and make her come as well, again, there would be plenty of time later. But if Mel wished to simply descend under her potent spell and allow Sara to escort her into Dreamland just after, that would be perfectly fine too. Mel submissively turned 90° to lie on her back and snuggle up to Sara. Her frizzy dark hair dropped from the sides of her face and revealed her light blue-shadowed eyes and her flatteringly wincing brows and cheeks. She spread her legs further out, and Sara opened her own to allow Mel's right leg between them. Her submission naturally made Sara feel even more powerful. Sara remained on her side, almost looming above her innocent girlfriend like a dominatrix. A deliciously naughty idea crossed her mind. She whispered a quick, "Hang on just a sec, sweetie," to her beloved with a peck on the cheek, and briefly exited Melleny's increasingly damper pussy. Hanging on to her right leg, Sara pushed herself up on her elbow, taking each of Melleny's wrists together. She brought them up and above her head, crossed them and manipulated the fingers of her left hand around them to hold on to Mel's wrists together. She was now being held under Sara's power, unable to resist or fight the pleasure being thrust upon her even if she tried. And they both loved it. "Now then, my angel..." Sara whispered down to her. Mel's wrists pinned under her firm grip, Sara leered down on her, slowly stroking her right fingertips back down Mel's trembling body, pausing a second to sneak under her shirt and softly tickle her belly, then the rest of the way back to her waiting, soaking pussy. "...Tell me...do you like this?..." Sara slipped her index and middle fingers, one above the other, into her sweetie's cunt, wiggling them in and out, brushing and fondling her vaginal ceiling for a few moments, as Melleny groaned and responded, trying to push herself harder against the fiery contact. "Yes, yes, GOD, yes!" she exclaimed. Sara smiled. "Good..." she continued. "Now...do ya like this??..." Already inside, Sara thought she felt a little more elasticity, so she stretched it open a bit more and slipped a third finger in. With this, she began to vigorously thrust, jamming and pumping her way in and out of her. Melleny screamed at the sudden forceful sensation. Her head flew down on the pillow, hands still helplessly trapped, arching her back and giving off adamant shouts of affirmation. She felt as if the surface of the mattress vanished beneath her and she plummeted ten feet deep into a pool of passion up until now hidden from her senses. For half a second as she plunged in, the pool felt icy cold. Then it turned sizzlingly hot. Dozens of beads of perspiration popped on her skin. Unable to get together enough breath to coherently speak, Mel vehemently nodded. Sara, gratified, grinned and kept it up. Mel immensely enjoyed the strength of will being wielded over her. Without the use of her hands, all she could do was grimace, gasp and plead. Sara was relishing the hell out of this setup. She was normally the sub in the scenario, and she didn't know being in control like this could be so...intoxicating. Her pussy was actually tangibly wetting her own tight jeans completely on its own. She wrapped her legs tighter around Mel's, hoping she might be able to get her to feel it. Although she wouldn't have been able to remember, her dream from three months ago when Mel first came over and spent the night had predicted correctly: Melleny was in fact more partial to the hard, wild thrusting inside her, as opposed to the light, easy touch. Mel's eyeballs went straight back as Sara's relentless finger penetration kept on unabated. Each digital propulsion injected in her a new, more intense flush of uncontrolled ecstasy. And the more helpless Mel became, the more wickedly powerful Sara felt. Sara smiled evilly down at her. "I knew you liked it, baby..." she gently taunted. "I knew you wanted this. You belong to me now. You're alllllll mine." She kissed her nose and continued ramming her fingers in Melleny's pussy. Despite the budding throb starting to affect her wrist, she was unable to stop or so much as slow down. Eyes dizzied and pinched shut, Mel strained and grunted, a column of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She was pretty certain she wouldn't be able to take much more, and it looked this way to Sara as well. Sara wished she could taste Mel's cunt. Then it occurred to her that she in fact could. Oh, she thought Mel might enjoy this even more. Were it Sara in this position, she thought she would find this preferable. It might be a bit late in the act to switch things up this way, but Sara released Melleny's wrists, kissed her again and whispered, "Hang on for me again, sweetheart," let go of her leg, and tried to keep going with her hand job as she scooted and scrambled her tush down the bed to Mel's cunt level. Feeling in the darkness under the comforter, Sara hoped she didn't make her come in the next two seconds, as she positioned herself on her belly, flipped up her skirt, found the clit with her left hand, stretched the skin back and slipped it into her mouth. She heard Melleny let loose another wild shriek as she felt Sara's soft tongue on her hard, erect clit. Mel didn't know what else to do with her now free hands, so she threaded her fingers through Sara's hair, lifted her pelvis and pushed down on Sara's head as gently as she could. Sara, who didn't mind a bit, utterly ground and smushed her face into her appreciative girlfriend's crotch. Sara's pussy too was drenched and begging to be let out to play, but it was not to happen just yet. For now, it was still all about Melleny Hayes. Sara kept both hands and both lips on her beloved, as she sucked, plunged, licked, loved. Now with her legs free, Melleny tried to bend at the knees and hug Sara with her calves. Thirty more seconds, and it would all pay off. Sara kept up her diligent work, and just when it seemed Mel's screams couldn't intensify any further, they did...and then just a bit more. Sara was amazed Melleny's larynx and vocal cords were this powerful and resilient. She felt her girl's lower body clenching and quivering in and around her arms and head. At long, long last, Sara got her wish. Her hard work and sweating under the blanket paid off. Sara was holding herself under the literal covers, but it was Melleny whom she held under the surface of the metaphorical pool of passion. She heard Mel's howls of happiness, and she proudly blushed between her thighs. Sara's desire had now been fulfilled. A few moments later, when they were both ready for bed, Mel was all but asleep already (again), and Sara was too tired to do anything for herself, so when she crawled back into bed with her sweetheart, she stripped herself down to her bra and panties, took Melleny's hand, kissed it, placed it inside her panties, closed it between her legs, then slipped her arms around Mel and took her to Slumberland. The One Thing I'll Never Regret One part of her was unable to fathom that she was about to do this. This part found the action taking place in her mind rather perverse. The other part welcomed it as a heartfelt gesture of her immeasurable cherishing. She and Sara had been intimate a couple of times already, she reasoned; there was no real cause for alarm or trepidation here. Sara's arm was draped over her belly. She gingerly took her hand by the wrist, kissed it, reached beneath the covers with her other, spread her legs, lifted the front of her panties, kissed the hand in hers once more, and tenderly guided it to her vagina. Oh, it felt so wonderful...she smoothed Sara's soft fingertips over herself, up and down, one labium at a time at first. It was springtime outside; her mind lightly turned to romantic thoughts of love...and passion. She had no clue why she wasn't sleepy in the least and instead aroused, but she concluded it was the wine that had put her in this state. She would have a bit of alcohol sometimes in different settings or get-togethers, and different sources affected her in different ways. Beer, for example, got her rather pushy and aggressive, and she didn't care much for it anyway. She could also do without whiskey and rum, which just added to her semi-frequent mental depression. Irish coffee, on the other hand, somehow made her want to get up and do a jig. Must have been the whipped cream. But wine...wine put her in the mood. How interesting... she found herself thinking. How come I never really realized that about myself till just now? She turned her gaze to her lover, who slept still, innocent, peaceful and silent. She wasn't sure if what she was doing could be constituted somehow as a violation of her, but she doubted it. Again, it wasn't the first time they had made some form of love together both as sane-minded adults, and besides, they were in love. It should come natural for her to wish to be erotic with her. Soon enough, she opened her pussy and rubbed herself with Sara's fingers. She fell more and more in love with her again with every stroke...again, and again, a hundred times over. Keeping her head still on the pillow, she closed her eyes and gave off a soundless moan. Her blood heated and raced as her heartbeat accelerated. She took care not to bend or press Sara's fingers too hard or strenuously and risk waking her up, but Sara was basically down for the night as was. Melleny wondered if her mind was focused enough to cook up some kind of racy fantasy right now. Actually, giving it a second thought, she didn't think she really had to. She already found Sara's adulation for her to be the sexiest thing she could think of. She let her eyelids drop, and thought about the way it felt when they kissed. A rush went through her. She won herself another, thinking about her hands roving over Sara's smooth skin. She earned yet one more remembering the time when she gave Sara her happy-ending massage, concluding it so marvelously by telling Sara how honestly she loved her, bringing about the psychological impulse in her that infused her with such wild, sparkling passion. It all came back to her subsequently, the way she'd repeated the phrase a dozen times to thrill Sara through and through with a series of crackling minigasms, carrying her through the afterglow of the powerful first. She recalled how it delighted her to find out that the girl concealed a treasure trove of ecstasy inside that could be unlocked by the declaration of true love. She had been correct in speculating that she didn't need any sort of big elaborate fantasy. These realities would do perfectly fine. She was aroused enough that her pussy was wet and discharging, smearing Sara's fingers with the evidence. She would just suck them clean and dry later. If she remembered. She let the supremacy build inside her at its pace, trying not to rush. She had all twilight. It's my birthday, and I'm lying in bed with my girl, my favorite person on Earth. She's sleeping, and we're making love. How beautiful...I'm 31 now. What a glorious age...what a glorious number...what a glorious life... Fondling herself with Sara's hand, she slunk her other hand up her shirt, folded down the cups of her bra and pinched her naked breasts. Oooh! she reacted with a start at the wonderful sting. Her loyal nipples did as they were instructed and grew harder, protruding an extra centimeter into the air. She held her breath, having a bit more trouble being wholly quiet. She recalled how it felt the other week when Sara had crawled beneath the comforter, jilled her off and eaten her. Her cheeks flushed red and her body shook. Her dampening skin felt hot. Her mind reexamined her current situation. She was in bed, masturbating with her unconscious girlfriend's hand. When she thought of it this way, she again questioned if the act could or would be construed as taking advantage. But again, she let herself off the hook. This time she asked, What if the shoe was elsewhere? In other words, how would I feel if I woke up and found that Sara had been using my hand to stroke herself? And the answer was, ...Flattered, quite frankly. In her head, she recited the poem Sara had written for her two weeks ago. Within one day of being presented with it, she had it memorized backwards and forwards. She asked Sara to handwrite it on a piece of paper for her and carried it in her purse wherever she went. Whenever she needed a bit of cheering up or encouragement, she dug into the purse, pulled it out and read it once more, even though it was all in her head. She imagined the two of them were sitting together on a park bench somewhere on a breezy day, playing out the elements and metaphors described in the poetry. She mouthed it to herself. "Thou art to me a summer eve, a graceful breeze that blows...A verse that doth immortalize, a gently blooming rose...Thou art to me the purest heart, that beats the fairest beat...I shall be thine forever more, for thou art my love so sweet." Oh my goodness! she thought as the rush of all the combined ingredients struck her. An overwhelmed gasp was forced out of her. Although she couldn't know it firsthand, just as with Sara, the passion mixed together with the romance into a whirlwind that dizzied Melleny to the bone, the build intensifying every second. And she liked that. A lot. Whew! she said to herself. Let's do that again! Continuing to rub herself inside and out with Sara's obviously adept dexterity, she recited the poem to herself once more. But this time, she only got about two-thirds of the way through before being taken over by the sexual thunderstorm inside her. With the help of Sara's digits, Melleny at last came, as ferociously as possible while struggling to remain silent. She rocked the bed a bit, whisper-screaming as if she had laryngitis. She squeezed and clenched on Sara's fingers, hoping not to wake her up. The release was so mindblowing Mel blew her come all over Sara's hand and her own panties. Miraculously, Sara stirred, but did not awaken. Melleny turned her head to see her still snoring away. WOW, she thought in astonishment. The girl must have been truly wiped. She remembered what she meant to do post-orgasm. She slipped Sara's fingers back out of her pussy, out of her underwear and up from the blanket, and deposited them in her mouth. When she'd slicked them off, she removed the comforter, carefully rose from the bed, staggered her way out of the bedroom, down the hall and to the bathroom, and dropped her panties. After borrowing a towel to wrap her panties in and giving herself a quick cleaning, she tiptoed to the laundry room, dropped the towel with her panties in the washer, returned to bed and slipped back in beside Sara again, draping her arm around her. Falling asleep next to Sara that night, Mel dreamt Sara came to meet her in Subconsciousland, and flew her far away on her angel wings, like Gary Wright's "Dream Weaver." But in this dream, the soundtrack was a song Melleny had never heard before, but somehow knew perfectly well. She sang as Sara took her high through the starry skies. Sleeping in the woods by a fire in the night... Drinking white rum in a Portugal bar... Them playing leapfrog and hearing about Snow White... You in a marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar... Sara, Sara... It's all so clear, I could never forget... Sara, oh, Sara... Loving you is the one thing I'll never regret. "I feel whole now," Melleny blissfully exalted. "For the first time in my life, I feel complete, and at peace. Everything is good." Off they sailed into their subspace of limitless love, until the dawn came to greet them, as it would every day forever after.