2 comments/ 23231 views/ 32 favorites Won't You Smile Awhile For Me By: Smokey125 SMOKEY SAGAS #18: "Happy Endings II—Won't You Smile Awhile For Me" Won't You Smile Awhile For Me "But then," Mel added, "Some people are kinda creeped out by physical contact, y'know, just touching someone else's skin. I can't relate to that, though; I actually prefer it. I guess that's why I became a masseuse." "You're a masseuse?" Sara asked, this being new information to her. Mel nodded. Sara's first instinct hearing this, as would be many's, was to ask her, obviously, for a massage, but she refrained. For several reasons. For one thing, they were only in stage one of their first, possibly multi-part date, so asking for something like that right off the bat seemed, well, a little forward, to say the least. For another, she thought Mel must hear that request all the time when she tells someone what she does, and third, being a professional, she probably didn't just give away massages for free. And fourth, Melleny was now asking her another question. "So what do you do?" "Oh, I'm..." Sara gave the revelation of her profession a dismissive toss of the hand. "I have a really boring job. I'm a data analyst." "Well, that doesn't necessarily sound boring," said Mel. "What exactly does a data analyst do?" Doesn't necessarily sound boring? Boy, are you nice. "It's really kind of a cliché," Sara related, the description of her occupation sounding more like a confession. "I work for a big corporation, I get up five weekdays, I go in a big office in a big building with about fifty other people, I sit at a computer, I go through about a zillion documents a day, proofing stuff, translating, reconciling, adjusting, importing, validating..." She blinked a few times. "Oh, geez, just talking about it's making me a little light-headed." "Oh, I'm sorry," Mel said. "Didn't mean to make you...y'know—" "Ah, forget about it," Sara smiled. "Lucky for me, I've gotten really good at unwinding. If I really need to let loose, I just get in the car with my iPod, start playing Velette's stuff, turn up the volume and belt out the songs along with her till my throat's sore." "That'll do it all right!" Mel looked around the room, and around the corners to the parts of other rooms she could see. "Well, it sure seems to pay the bills and put the grub on the table; you've got a lovely place." "Oh, thanks! You want a tour?" So they stood together, still not breaking hand contact, and Sara gave Melleny a modest but thorough show-around of her pad, hiding only the one item of a very personal nature in her bedroom. Mel thought she knew what it was, but thoughtfully didn't ask. If it was what she thought it was, Sara needn't be embarrassed by it; Melleny had one of her own. "Oh, God, I love big beds," Melleny commented. "Makes two of us," said Sara, bouncing on the edge. "It's a king." She patted the mattress beside her, and Mel sat down with her. "This is a king?? You lucky duckling!" said Melleny. "Now I'm really jealous. Mine's a queen." Sara shrugged. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, it's more of a necessity than a big garish luxury. I need a bed this size, 'cause I can't lie still when I'm sleeping. I roll all over the place...well, that is, unless I've just had an or—" She suddenly stopped, turned a little pink and placed a hand over her unfiltered mouth. "Oop-sie..." Melleny didn't seem to mind. She just smoothed her palm over the warm, heavy comforter. The bed was made beautifully. Under normal circumstances, Sara'd've just kicked the covers off herself, left them alone and pulled them back over herself sixteen hours later. But, this being the first time in she didn't know how long she had a cute girl coming over, she really wanted to impress her. The cute girl was impressed. "Wow, this makes me feel like I could have a nap right now," Melleny said, literally dreamily. "I know! Isn't it super-comfy?" She took Mel's hand again and hopped back up. "All right, well, that's about it!" she announced. "Back into the living room?" Melleny now didn't particularly want to get up from the bed, but she did. Sara escorted her back into the living room. "So, that's my humble abode!" Sara shrugged. "It may not be much, but I like to call it home," she chuckled, amusing herself at her trite expression. "Did you like the tour, M—" She heard a sound she didn't expect. She turned to see Mel with her free hand over her nose and mouth, taking a deep yawn. Not exactly the reaction she was hoping for, Sara dropped the smile and her hand. "...I...hope I'm not boring you," she said. Melleny realized she was in the middle of her yawn. "Oh, man," she said, "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. No, no, of course not—you're not boring me, it's my fault; I didn't get as much sleep as I should've last night." "Oh, that's too bad," said Sara. "How much did you get?" "Uh...about three and a half hours." "Three and a half hours??" Sara exclaimed. "Oh, Melleny, well, goodness' sakes! Why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have made you come over if I knew you underslept so much last night!" Melleny concluded her yawn. "I know...I just didn't wanna cancel the date. I was excited and nervous, and that kept me awake." Really? the never-girlfriend'd Sara thought. I made YOU nervous? I thought I was the only one who got nervous! She didn't know why, but this news made her feel...kind of good about herself. Perhaps Melleny wanted to impress her too. Mel finished with, "Besides, I'm fine now. Really, I am. I just needed that little yawn." "Well...okay," said Sara, "But as someone who basically likes you so far, Melleny, I don't want you to drive anywhere you don't have to on that little sleep. If you got hurt, it would...well, it would make me really sad." Mel gave her a warm smile. "Aw...you care about me?" "Well...so far. I mean, I'm a really caring person; I care about everybody at first, at least to a certain degree. Uh, not that I want you to feel like you're not special, just...um...but not that I'm trying to say that..." Mel was now looking at her with tender eyes and a flirty smirk, amused at watching Sara backpedal over her words. She gave Sara a little stroke from her shoulder down her arm. "You're cute when you're jittery," she commented. Just like the way she was holding her hand earlier, Sara really enjoyed the way Melleny caressed her arm. She found herself wanting to hug her again, just to feel their...bodies...delightfully smushed up together against each other...especially with Mel wearing her fuzzy sweater. A good...hug...always felt really nice with someone in a soft fuzzy sweater... Okay, Kelton, we're kinda getting a little carried away here, Sara told herself. Cool down, babe, it's still only date one. And we don't know what's going on in Melleny's mind. But I really really really hope she likes us, at least a little...I think we like her. But Sara kept her confidence up by reminding herself it was Mel who'd approached and initiated contact with her at the concert. Sara took Mel's hands again. "Well, Melleny...I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out and do something with me," said Sara, "Y'know, dinner or a movie or something, but, um..." She smiled, coyly glancing down at the floor, "It just occurred to me that wherever we go, it's just gonna be totally nuts with everyone Christmas shopping and everything. Being in the midst of that mess wears me out pretty quick, and it'll just be torture for you on only three hours' sleep." "I've gotta admit..." Melleny confessed, "Since I brought it up, I am feeling a little low on energy." "Okay," Sara gladly agreed. "Well, tell ya what, then..." She led Mel to her sofa and let her sit. "Why don't we just take it easy, stay in...I'll order us a pizza for dinner...have my quiet house to ourselves...light up a nice candle here..." She picked up the Bic on the coffee table, did just that, then pranced over to her dining room table with the flowers and candy. "...Maybe have a little chocolate?" "Oh, but I bought that for you," said Melleny. "Oh, mon chérie, don't be sill-y!" Sara smiled, accentuating the second syllable to emphasize the rhyme, which sounded romantic in her head, but out loud just sounded...well, sill-y. She went on before Melleny could realize how goofy it was. "I-I don't want to eat it all myself; I'll get a tummyache!" She trotted back over and plopped down next to her datemate. "Besides, if we share it...we can..." She opened it, removed the wax paper, chose one at random, looked back up at Melleny, smiled lovingly and brought it slowly to Mel's lips, finishing her thought with a wordless, provocative arch of her eyebrows. Melleny was charmed at Sara's romantic flirtation. The corners of her mouth rose as well, and she proceeded to close her eyes and open up. "Which one do you think it is?" Sara asked as Mel cracked it in the middle in her mouth and let the inside ooze over her taste buds. "Mmmm..." said Mel, keeping her eyes closed for the moment. "Uh...hmmm..." She opened her eyes and leaned over to look down in the empty space where the piece was, to see its label printed in the box. "Ah—hey!" Sara giggled, putting her hand over it. "No fair looking!" "I just wanna see if I was right," said Mel playfully, flirting with her back. "Well, tell me, and I'll tell you if you were r—" Sara stopped as a brilliant inspiration struck her. "Ooooh..." she cooed excitedly. "I know..." She put the box on the coffee table and stood up. "Don't you go anywhere!" she told Mel, more or less just as a requisite. "I'll be right back!" Sara jaunted off to her bedroom. Mel picked up the box to check. Yep, she was right: raspberry. Sara opened one of her drawers, where certain toys and other items of play were found. Shortly after Mel had arrived at her house, it'd started lightly raining outside. When 5:00 rolled around, the outside temperature dipped to 32° and the precipitation crystallized into snow flurries. Of course it remained a nice and warm constant 72° inside Sara's house. In fact, Melleny was starting to feel warm enough that she took off her sweater and placed it on the back of the couch with the folded up afghans. When Sara returned a minute later, she had two items with her. One was a homemade writeable compact disc, which she popped into her DVD player and turned on the living room big screen TV to play. An early '90s pop ballad began to fill the speakers. "What's that?" she heard Melleny ask behind her. "A CD I made myself," she told her proudly. "Just some nice fluffy mood music. It's kind of one of my 'specialties.' I have tons and tons of music to choose from, and at the risk of sounding a little immodest, I'm also really techno-savvy, so doing something like making my own compilations is a snap. So, these are some of my favorite love songs." Mel smiled at her. "Hm...you do know how to make a girl feel charmed, don't you?" Sara reddened, glad Mel couldn't see her face. "Well..." said Sara as she adjusted the TV volume, "I'm just going with what feels right to me here. Trying to be a good hostess, and a good date, and..." She turned to see that Melleny had taken off her sweater. A tiny ping of sadness struck her, as she was hoping to embrace her in a hug and feel that sweater on her, pressing her...self against Melleny's...self. Oh well, she thought, she might still get a chance later on. She sat back down on the couch with Melleny. "All right, now, I know this wins me the Miss Pitifully Trite Award," Sara explained, "But I still thought it'd be really really fun." She showed Mel the other object she'd brought with her, a silk scarf. She tied it over her own eyes. "See? Okay, now you feed me, and I'll guess what it is, you tell me if I'm right, and then it's your turn." "Oh, I get it," she heard her say. "Well, I don't think that's trite, and I certainly don't think it's pitiful; I think that's really kinda sweet, Sara. And romantic. So, we'd just go back and forth with 'em?" "Right! Right. Besides, if we can't see, or if we have one sense cut off, that heightens all the other senses to balance it out. So this'll also make it taste better. Okay, go ahead." Sara opened her mouth. Mel picked up the box, selected one and slipped it in. Sara slowly cracked the delectable chocolate shell, savoring the flavor as it burst open, and her tongue signaled to her brain— "That's a cherry!" she declared. "Yay!" Mel confirmed, giving her a small round of applause. Sara pushed the scarf up and off her face. "Okay, okay, your turn!" Mel slipped it over her eyes. "Oh, I see what you mean," she said after a moment, inhaling deeply. "Well, I don't literally see what you mean...but, I can already smell that candle better now." "It's a layered one," she heard Sara say. "It's called Sweet Nectar, Flirty Fruit and Berry Bliss." "Wow...well, how appropriate. "So what does the winner get?" Melleny asked. "Huh?" "Well, y'know, I mean, whoever guesses the most right would be the winner, right?" "Oh...well, uh, I guess I didn't think of it as like a 'winner' thing...I guess a 'winner' thing to me's more like...dunno...a tickle fight?" The scarf over Melleny's eyes, Sara gave her a dozen or so rapid pokes in the belly and ribs, as she finished this thought. "He-ey!" Mel giggled. "No fair tickling! I can't see!" "Exactly." Her playfully impish side coming out, Sara rapidly lifted up Melleny's shirt and recklessly raspberried her exposed tummy. Melleny laughed like crazy, reflexively squirming away and putting her foot up on Sara's thigh trying to get her to stop. So Sara was naturally about to tickle her foot until Melleny giggled, "Okay, please stop it, I'm gonna pe-e-e-ee!" Sara immediately stopped. "All right, well, uh," Sara pondered, "I hadn't thought of a prize for the winner, but, um...you have any ideas?" "Hm..." Melleny smiled. She lifted the blindfold just enough to see Sara's right socked foot on the floor, then lowered the blindfold, dropped her bare foot back on the floor and brushed it over Sara's. "Maybe a...foot rub?" Sara became more excited. The feel of Melleny's warm foot on top of hers gave her a tiny tingle. Even though her feet were incredibly sensitive out of the socks, she decided to hold off on unveiling that information for the moment. "I like the way you think, massage girl," smiled Sara at her. She let her own foot mingle with Mel's. "And I do have some moisturizing lotion that makes your skin feel as soft as a teddy bear..." Melleny smirked at her, lightly shaking her head, enjoying their first round of footsie. "Wow...Sara...when I asked you if you maybe wanted to go on a date, I had no idea you'd have thought of everything to make this evening so..." She shrugged. "...enchanting." Sara couldn't help but balloon up with joy at this remark. It was true, once again, she hadn't been on even a dozen dates in her entire life, and she couldn't believe how terrifically this was turning out so far. She figured she must be doing something right, but she didn't think about it too hard. She found her brain having to repeatedly tell her heart, Take it easy, take it slow. It's still only your first date, don't move too fast, don't get carried away...but her heart wasn't listening as closely anymore. Still, she forced herself to stay cool and under control. "Oh...I think we just happen to be hitting a lot of the right notes together," she mused, plucking another chocolate from the box. "Now open wide..." Won't You Smile Awhile For Me Maybe, thought Sara, maybe it was her plan all along to get me to give her a massage. Maybe she just wanted to receive one herself, for a change. Whatever her motives, Sara was really getting into it. She slathered the lotion all over the tops and soles, the arches and insteps, the balls and heels, pressed her fingers into her just a little harder, tightening and loosening her grip, tracing clockwise circles with her thumbs, spreading the toes apart to ease her fingers between them (which made Melleny giggle a little herself), lifting her ankles to get under the backs of her heels, and looked back at Melleny's face to again see how she was doing. Mel's eyes had fluttered closed—almost. She was gazing through her eyelashes at nothing. She looked even more serene and at peace than before. Wow, I must be pretty good at this...at least a little better than I thought. She couldn't help grinning at her newly discovered skill. She was sure she wasn't anywhere as good as Melleny, but she must have had at least some talent. Sara thought she had put the fatigued Melleny to peaceful slumber until a few minutes later when another new song on the CD started. Mel's eyes popped back open. "Oh my God, I love this song!" she told Sara, pointing to the TV. "That's...that's..." She snapped her fingers, trying to think of it. "SHOOT! What is that? I know I've heard it, but I can't recognize it!" "'Miss Chatelaine.'" "Right! Of course!" Melleny said. "And...oh, God...who sings it again?" "Kathryn Dawn Lang," Sara informed her again. "Oh—" Melleny pretended to smack herself in the face. "DUH! k.d. lang! Holy cr—how the hell could I not remember that??" "And you call yourself a lesbian," Sara teasingly chided her, scoldingly poking her soles, making her snicker. She was of course just kidding, as she was sure there were lots of (particularly younger) other lebbis who also didn't know her favorite singers and artists. But because her knowledge and love of pop music was so expansive, it was difficult for her to imagine others didn't feel the same. Plus which, Melleny had just told her she loved this song. "I know," Mel groaned with a smile, playing along. "Demerits, Melleny!" she admonished herself. "Then again, I am also about to hit my 30s...God, maybe I'm just getting old." They finished unisonously laughing and started singing along with the music. "Just a kiss...just a kiss...I have lived just for this..." At which point Sara's voice grew more energetic. "IIIIII...can't explain...why I've becoooooome, Miiiiiiss Chatelaine..." She took a deep breath and starting belting out, "Just a smile...just a smile...hold me capt—" She stopped when she looked back over. Melleny, whose feet Sara'd temporarily stopped rubbing, was staring at her with wide eyes and an amused expression. Sara was caught in the "act," as it were. "Sorry," she said matter-of-factly. "That's another thing about me, I guess you can tell: I love singing. And really really loud, too. I mean, I couldn't do it professionally—for a lot of reasons—but I still consider myself pretty okay at it, and it just makes me feel so good." "Ye—I can see," Mel remarked with a nod. Sara was about to return to rubbing her feet, but Melleny bent her knees and lifted them off the towel. "Okay, I think that's good," she decided, curling and flexing them, manually asking Sara for the towel on her lap. She slipped the towel back under her feet, on the cushion, and sat up. Just as with realizing she'd taken off her sweater, Sara felt a little sad, having very much enjoyed massaging her feet, but not that sad. The way things were going and as much as she liked Melleny and hoped Melleny liked her, she had a feeling she'd be able to do this again as well. Sara drummed on her now unoccupied thighs. "Okay, so...what do you wanna do now?" "Hm..." Melleny played with her hair again. "I'm actually kinda starting to get hungry...but not for chocolate, for real food." "Aha. You don't want dessert now; you want actual dinner." "Right." "Okay! You want me to order a pizza?" "Oh, that would only be divine..." Mel sighed. Sara snatched the phone, which was also on the table with the candles and candy. "...A woman after my own heart," Melleny added. Just as she picked it up and heard this comment, Sara briefly turned back to her to exchange a mutual glance of fondness with her. A phrase with a possible double meaning, Sara thought. She dialed the pizza parlor. Won't You Smile Awhile For Me "My Goddess..." she whispered, as she felt Mel unbutton her jeans. She jumped back into the act with her and returned the favor. Once their jeans were both unbuttoned and unzipped, they slid them off their individual bodies themselves, yanking them off their feet and kicking them to the floor. Each vastly enjoying the revelation of a new naked area of the body, they entwined their legs and at long last, down slid the panties. They couldn't go past the knees, their legs entangled like vines winding around themselves, but neither Sara nor Melleny cared. All that mattered was that the key areas were fully accessible. Arms still crisscrossed behind each other's backs, they fondled and gripped one another's asses, delighting in the double voluptuousness, the two curvy soft bods comingling. My gosh...I have never felt so lucky to be a lesbian, Sara lovingly thought to her. I know... Melleny responded. Straight girls have NO IDEA what they're missing. A-women, babe! They both giggled through the kissing. The action going on in the bed was so potently hot it took the temperature in the entire room up a degree. Sara was still enjoying the texture of Melleny's smooth, round backside, when Melleny unexpectedly flipped it up another notch on Sara, slipping her hand between Sara's legs in the front. The magic touch forced Sara to break from the kiss. "MMMmmohhhh!" she moaned as their lips snapped apart. She gratefully and eagerly whipped her free hand also around to between Melleny's and reciprocated, fondling Melleny's vagina in return, mirroring the patterns of dexterity Mel deftly weaved on her. Sara raised her upper leg and bended her knee to give her easier access. Mel went a slightly different way with it, lifting her upper leg, letting Sara's hand further in and then clamping down on it, her patient but longing pussy hungry for constant contact. Sara's was just as patient and just as hungry, but she wanted Sara's legs to stay as wide open as possible, granting Melleny the most entry one woman could give another. Meanwhile, their hands which were pinned under each other's sides did what they could, groping and reaching from the asses up the spines, between the shoulder blades to snake their way through one another's hair. Their lips retained business, but were now engaging it a bit more separate action, groaning and begging for release. The fingers of their free hands had each burrowed far enough into the labia to explore their respective vaginas. They relied on the dream to tell each other what they each desired without spoken words. How do you like it? I like it hard and fast. And you? A little more slow, soft and tender. Copied. Manual or oral? Mmm, let's just go with the flow, and see where it takes us. I'm good with that. It turned out to be easier and even more enjoyable than either of them thought. They exchanged cries of joy, sweet nothings, lip pecks—on the cheeks, ears, nose, temples, anywhere they landed upon each other—caresses of warm breath, even an occasional bead of sweat was transferred from one face to the other. As for their hair, Sara's, which was straight and to her back, remained just about the sides and back of her head, but Melleny's hair, which acted as part of her facial décor, dangled over their faces and tickled Sara's eye and nose. It smelled like cherry blossoms and also a little bit like honey, which delighted her olfactory senses. Sara would have to ask what kind of shampoo-slash-conditioner she used on it. She wished her own hair could smell this good. Down south on each of them, their hands had penetrated, and were honoring each other's wishes. Sara delivered Melleny sharp, quick, passionate thrusts of the fingers, whipping her index and middle digits in and out of her tight pussy, struggling to get to her clit in the process. But clit involved or not, she was setting Melleny on fire, just as Melleny was, as well, slingshooting Sara through the same rings of red-, blue- and white-hot divinity by conversely fondling her inside and out more gently and adoringly, with more grace and delicacy, but just as much passion. Sara felt Mel give her a small nudge under her side with her arm, indicating to her that she wished to free her other arm and hand to bring it too aboard, and Sara hoisted herself just enough to yield to Melleny and give her clearance to pull her second arm back from around her. Sara was exceedingly pleased Mel'd made this choice, feeling an additional, supplementary dose of manual love from her as Mel brushed her hand down Sara's jaw, under her chin, along her torso, circling her breasts, teasing her by coming to within an inch of brushing the nipples but narrowly evading them, down the tummy and back up again. Sara was working hard to continue giving Melleny the aggressive vaginal attention she so craved, not very used to this level of hard digital labor on herself. Her other arm was still around Melleny, roughly grazing her flesh with her nails, creating eventual 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 of the activity. Mel was feeling herself nearing the same destination. It was finally apparent to Sara, who was unsure if she was performing on Melleny adequately, until, that was, Melleny lightly but hungrily sank her teeth into Sara's cheek. Which startled Sara, but not enough to halt things to a standstill. She waited until Melleny was through devouring the flesh on the side of her face, then buried her own face into Mel's neck, Mel tilting her head back to accommodate her, and Sara hickeyed her just beneath the jawline. Both were surprised, but gladly so, at the staggering length of time having elapsed. It was lasting longer than either of them fathomed at first. Sara's face was desperate with pleasure and yearning, grimacing in euphoria. She couldn't possibly imagine she was feeding Melleny a heavenly escape the likes of the airborne 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 civil, loving and 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 would. And then...Melleny made a turn for the brave. Sara?... Yes, my darling? ...I love you. Sara came. The words made her instantly come. She couldn't believe it herself, slammed head-on by an abrupt, intimacy-driven 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 wishing for 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 small words were the key. And as did her heart and mind in that moment, her vagina too surrendered and gave itself over to Melleny, rewarding them both with a glorious orgasm brought wholly on by Melleny's genuine love and adoration for her expressed in that split-second. It felt like she was falling upwards and landing in a cloud-like field of flowers and butterflies. She again 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 I love you too IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyoutootootootootoo!! she repeatedly gushed, unable to stop. Her hand departed from Melleny's pussy as she flung both her arms back around her again, but Melleny didn't care, having just made the woman she really truly loved happier than ever in her life. Sara was gripping onto her for dear life, clutching her 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, my love, but...thank you. To say the least. Their lovemaking had been concluded. Sara hadn't gotten to quite return the favor for Melleny, at least not so she thought. But Melleny begged to differ. Bringing Sara beyond a heart-melting orgasm all the way to tears felt better than any sexual release could for her. They lay together silently for a few moments in a mutual afterglow. Then Sara sent another thought through Melleny's mind. There are just a couple of things that could make this moment any more truly perfect. What? Mel mentally queried. Sara conjured them up in her mind, one by one, and Melleny's eyes challenged her mind to believe it as right before them, from one side of the bed to the other, arched an actual, pure, natural rainbow. It encompassed the whole bed, illuminating the entire space around them without any artificial light whatsoever. But strangely enough, Mel noticed, the bed appeared to be floating by itself in a dark void. And though the rainbow lit it up, she couldn't see any other bedroom furnishings or décor, only the bed. Before Melleny even had time to react to the rainbow, Sara dreamt up the stars which filled the walls and ceiling, and on their left side, upon one of the larger ones indeed sat Dewdrop, yellow fur and purple paws, perched regally with his swishing tail. Even though she knew it was a dream, Melleny nevertheless remained stunned. You've gotta be... Oh, that's nothing, Sara replied. Just wait... Melleny looked up. Again, in front of her disbelieving eyes, from the limitless depths of the darkness, appeared Velette. NO...way... was Mel's only response upon recognition. "Way," said Dream-Velette, reading her mind. "Anything can happen in a lucid dream," Sara added, now talking out loud again. "Remember the live show, on my birthday? The night right before that, I dreamt Velette and I made love." "SHUT the front door!" said Melleny. "Nope, honest," said Velette. "And I certainly don't have to tell you what an awesome body she has." "Now, you ready to be really blown away?" Sara asked Melleny. "I...dunno," Mel said warily. "Trust me. Close your eyes." "...'Kay." Mel obeyed, and Sara closed hers as well. "All right, open 'em." There now stood Velette before them, in all Her nude splendor. "WHOA!!" Melleny shouted, her eyes practically popping out on springs. "Damn, V—...Velette...You are smokin'!" "That was completely gratuitous," Sara explained to her. "I like completely gratuitous," Velette flirted with them assertively. "See, aren't dreams brilliant?" Sara asked Melleny. "I mean, if this was reality, it'd probably be weird, or creepy. But this is just..." "Yeah, just 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 have no right to ask you this after you made me...come like that, but...um..." Melleny just gazed at her fondly. "...Yes?" "But...I'd really 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, lie on your belly for me." Sara sat up and laid back down, so she was on her stomach, and could still also see Velette. Mel sat up on top and straddled her. They heard the opening of a mellow old '70s ballad kicking 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 mood music." "Well, You'll have to forgive me if I moan a little," Sara chuckled up to Her, her face half-buried in the mattress. Melleny pressed her fingers and her knuckles in between Sara's shoulder blades. "OHHHHH!" cried Sara in crazy pleasure. Velette grinned. "A little, huh?" "Oh, Goddess!" said Sara. "You talking to me or Her?" asked Mel. She'd asked it as a joke, but Sara replied, "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..." Melleny looked down at Sara in surprise. "Is this song your name too?" "Uh, sorta, not exactly..." Sara muffle-groaned. "It's—OHHH...'s an old Hall & Oates song...just has the w—OHHHHH...the word 'smile' in the title, that's the only difference." Mel could barely hear her, her voice was softened in the comforter so much. "Wow," she said, kneading out Sara's pressure points. "Are there any songs named Melleny?" "Uh, heh..." Sara chuckled. "Kinda. There's one I know of, but it's...ohhh...that feels SO frickin' good, Melleny, you've no idea..." Melleny wanted to ask her if it felt better than the orgasm, but she thought that might be a difficult question—not attempting to toot her own proverbial horn, but she couldn't help wondering which Sara would say felt better, if she could choose. She wondered too which would flatter her more. Probably the latter. "Sara, smile..." Velette continued singing. "Oh, won't you smile awhile for me, Sara..." OHHHHHhhhhh... Sara thought. I wanna swear, this feels so damn good. Holy f—...ohhhhhh...that's it, I have officially died and gone to Heaven. The truth was, if Melleny had asked Sara which felt better, it would have been hard to choose. She would have had to think long and hard about it...and maybe ask for each of them again, to compare and contrast... Velette wrapped up the song. She stroked and pet Sara's hair and kissed her. "Love ya, kid. Merry Christmas." "Ohhhh...love You too, Velette..." Sara mumbled, only pronouncing 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 disappointed, but she said, "Well...I love You too, Velette; I mean, You've always been one of my heroes too." "Thanks, babe." They exchanged a warm grin. "Take care of her." She was gone. "Wow..." said Melleny. "You actually got to have sex with Velette Voxe." She was still massaging Sara, but Sara didn't say anything. "Sara?" Sara remained silent. Melleny was about to call her name again, but something different suddenly happened. "Ow!" Melleny abruptly said, feeling an unexpected sharp sting in her left leg. "Wha—" Sara still wasn't saying anything. She wasn't doing anything, she didn't even look like she was breathing. Melleny was starting to get a little alarmed, not aware what was going on. And her left leg was still aching for some inexplicable reason. "Sara?...Sara...Sara...Sara...Sara..." her voice repeatedly echoed around Sara's subconscious. Sara...Sara... Finally, their dream-souls dissolved into masses of vanishing mental matter, and were immediately quickly drawn back into their sleeping bodies sprawled out on the living room floor, as if being sucked through a vacuum. Won't You Smile Awhile For Me When Melleny finally did wake up, she wasn't sure at first where she was. When Sara reminded her that she was on her floor and had spent the night, 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 get hurt or anything." Melleny blinked herself awake for a while. Sara, reminding herself that this was real life again now, kept her emotions in relative check and just scooted in a little closer to Mel, taking and holding her hand. She seemed to be pretty okay with this, so Sara pulled herself a little closer, inching in nearer until they were close enough to snuggle. Melleny still didn't object, though she didn't exactly leap into Sara's waiting arms just yet either. She let Sara hold her and cuddle her and nuzzle her with her nose, and she neither recoiled nor advanced. But after a few more minutes, she did rest her head on Sara's shoulder and her hand on Sara's belly, both of which felt very nice. Sara was however a little bit disappointed to find that 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 lips, just anywhere. Just to be allowed the privilege of placing her lips upon Melleny's body, planting them on her like a flag, as a testament to her affection. She knew the girl was just barely awake, and she wanted to do nothing that could be perceived as taking advantage. But a gesture so simple and harmless as a little kiss on top of the head did not need to convey any romantic signals should neither party want it to, and couldn't do any visible damage. So that was what she did. She was unsure how if at all Melleny should react to this, but she was pleased to feel her respond by placing a light kiss of her own on Sara's torso in reply, 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 one, closer...? She waited a moment, trying not to appear too eager, and planted a kiss on Mel's forehead next. Melleny, seemingly indifferent to whether she appeared overeager or not, returned a kiss now right on Sara's shoulder itself. Sara was getting excited. Suddenly, the possibilities of where this little game could go took on a lot more fascination. She leaned down a bit further and kissed Melleny'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 Melleny, 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, stroking a hand through the girl's dark wavy-curly hair, revealing a bit more of her lovely face, "I've gotta ask you something...how do you feel about me?" Mel looked a little surprised at the question. She darted her bright blue eyes around a little bit before she answered. "Well, I mean, I...I like you, Sara. But you know, I don't know if..." She paused. Sara nodded, urging her to go on. ...if what? Oh, Melleny, please don't lead me on and tease me like this after we just exchanged all those lipprints. "...I don't know if you like me as much as I like you, but since I saw you at the concert, I 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 say it's so little anymore." Sara's heartbeat doubled in both speed and velocity. "So...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 up to her face, giving her the lightest possible brush over her breast. Sara's heart just about burst her chest open. She gave Sara's cheek a little fondling with the tops of her fingers and nails, gazing into Sara's hazel eyes and trying to communicate what she felt for her optically. But once she decided a little more obviation was in order, she leaned her head back, drew Sara a little closer 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 of them 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 of them was ready to actually undress or have sex outside of their subconscious just yet, and they hadn't the energy at this early morning hour anyway. They were both however fine to just kiss cozily, pulling the afghan over them, leaving their tongues uninvolved for now, in a state between friends and girlfriends (but closer to still just friends), and letting their hands hug and caress where they wanted to—within reason. 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 as what might one day be a couple. One part of Sara's anatomy sort of had other ideas, but that was also all right; Sara would fix Melleny a little breakfast, Melleny would be on her way, and Sara would settle things with this area of her body afterwards. Well...it would appear Christmas came a little early this year.