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Archive name: blossom.txt (FF, rom, 1st, oral)
Authors name: Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
Story title : Spring Blossoms

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Spring Blossoms (FF, rom, 1st, oral)
by Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)

***

Two beautiful young girls fall deeply and love with each 
other and have trouble keeping it a secret.

***

PART I

At first, they didn't like each other.

Not terribly unusual, when two beautiful young girls are 
put in each other's presence, for the natural competitive 
feelings to flow, especially in a school setting. The 
only thing that probably kept Ilsa Petersson and Melanie 
Flowers from becoming mortal enemies was the fact that 
their school had no boys. Also, when the willowy, 
Swedish-born Ilsa and California-bred Melanie were made 
roommates, becoming friends was the only realistic 
option.

Ilsa had skin like porcelain, and silky, light brown 
hair. Her hazel eyes were clear and brilliant, and her 
voice was as soft as a spring morning. She was a 
disarmingly beautiful girl, and everyone wanted to be her 
friend. Gentle as a doe and careful in her movements and 
actions, the girl captured everyone, students and 
teachers alike, with her grace and soft presence. 

Unlike her parents, she had almost no accent. Raised in 
Atlanta's high-brow Buckhead suburb, her shapely, newly 
blossomed body filled the school traditional uniform ( 
thigh-length red plaid skirt and white blouse) in a way 
that made everyone marvel. Ilsa, her long legs carrying 
her sweetly down the halls, was truly a creature to be 
admired. 

Melanie was the consummate rich cutie from San Diego's 
ultra-posh LaJolla community. Like most girls in this 
exclusive school, she was used to the finer things in 
life, and having Ilsa as a roommate seemed to continue 
the legacy. The first thing they found about each other 
was a love for drama, and they both ended up in the same 
drama class.

She dressed in front of the mirror now as Ilsa, in only 
her panties and bra, watched. 

"I was too tired to go to this thing, Melanie," Ilsa 
said, leaning back on her elbows, "but I've just got to 
see you in that new dress of yours."

Melanie giggled, and pulled the cute black dress on, and 
started brushing her thick, golden hair. "Hey I can't go 
without you. Come zip me up, ok?"

Ilsa obliged, pulling the tiny zipper up Melanie's back 
and stepping back to look at her roommate. 
"Wow...terrific." 

Melanie grinned, and turned like a model, posing 
dramatically. Ilsa loved the adorable curve in Melanie's 
upper lip when she smiled, it reminded her, as did the 
rest of her friend's face actually, of the actress Meg 
Ryan. 

This was going to be a fun party. The "Spring Break" 
celebration, the night before their one week hiatus from 
school, was only one of three parties throughout the year 
that the girls got to dress up in something other than 
uniform clothes, and let loose a little. Only their 
Christmas party and end of the year party carried the 
same privilege. An added bonus was that this party, like 
the Christmas party, was going to have some boys from the 
private boys school forty miles away.

"Well, I guess I should get dressed too," Ilsa said. The 
lovely Scandinavian girl got up and took her dark, multi-
colored floral print silk slidress from the hanger and 
slid sensually into it's feminine confines. The dress 
poured over her and she instantly looked like she had 
been born in the sleek garment. She turned, checking 
herself, her thin lips spreading into a small smile. The 
hem of the sexy dress came up high on her thighs, and 
many eyes would be on her beautiful legs tonight. 

Melanie, too, would catch some envious gazes, Ilsa knew, 
as she glanced over at her friend, whose shorter but very 
shapely body moved fluidly under the flimsy black dress. 
Melanie's dancing, mischievous eyes were large and 
liquid, and she looked simply delicious after she 
skillfully painted her mouth with some soft burgundy 
lipstick. 

The two girls put on their favorite perfumes, and turned 
to each other, holding each of other's hands. "Ready?" 
Melanie, the more talkative of the two, asked. 

"Yes," Ilsa said, "let 's go." 

Ilsa thought it was sweet that Melanie didn't let go of 
her right hand as they walked out of the dormitory and 
down the path to the assembly hall. They had become such 
good friends over the school year already, and shared so 
many secrets and dreams. Melanie, she found out very 
quickly, was a "toucher". 

It wasn't unusual for her blonde friend to bump up 
against her, lay her head on her shoulder, or just come 
up from behind and give her a hug. Ilsa came from a 
family that didn't do a lot of hugging and touching, so 
her very affectionate roommate took a little getting used 
to, but they were such good friends now, it didn't 
matter, and she kind of liked it. With their tiny purses 
in one hand and their other hands softly clasped 
together, swinging playfully, they went inside, being 
greeted by a gaggle of friends. 

Melanie watched her slender friend blush slightly as a 
group of boys gawked at them, and said "wo!" and "nice!" 
loud enough for them to hear. They got some punch, caught 
up with some friends, and before she knew it, Melanie had 
two offers to dance, and she lost track of Ilsa for a 
while. 

After dancing with a couple of nice boys, Melanie excused 
herself and headed to the ladies' room, which meant 
exiting the assembly hall and walking down a covered 
breezeway. Just before she got the door, she noticed Ilsa 
and a boy standing under a tree just down the path from 
the building. She smiled, and was about to go into the 
bathroom, when she distinctly heard Ilsa say, "No, I 
don't know you that well..." 

Melanie paused, and started walking towards them slowly, 
seeing if Ilsa may need her. The boy had his hands 
clamped onto Ilsa's forearms, and was saying something, 
and smiling. Then he leaned forward, and she saw Ilsa 
lean away from him, and this time she said, "Hey..you 
said we were only going for a walk..now please!" 

Melanie hurried down the path and got next to both of 
them, and it was clear that Ilsa was uncomfortable with 
this boy's advances. "Leave her alone," Melanie said 
simply. 

"Heyy.." the boy smiled, "I was just---" 

"Just leave her alone, she doesn't want to be with you, 
obviously." 

The boy shrugged, let go of Ilsa, and walked back to the 
party. Melanie took Ilsa by her shoulders and stood in 
front of her. "Hey, are you all right?" 

Ilsa nodded and forced a smile, but Melanie could feel 
her friend trembling. Melanie pulled her beautiful 
roommate to her and hugged her close. "What was that guy 
trying to do, kiss you?" 

Ilsa put her arms around Melanie. Her voice was weak. 

"He's just a jerk. Let's forget him, Melanie. I'm ok." 

Melanie caressed Ilsa's back and rocked her gently. Ilsa 
smiled, inhaling the flowery scent of Melanie's hair. Her 
friend had made her feel better in just seconds. 

"C'mon then, let's go have fun, girl," Melanie said, 
grabbing her hand. The two friends walked back into the 
hall and fell right back into the mood of celebration. At 
one point, the two girls were dancing with some friends, 
some boys on the periphery, no one paired up, and the 
pulsing beat fell to a slow ballad. Melanie flashed that 
adorable smile at Ilsa, and without any hesitation at 
all, the two girls joined in a gentle embrace, moving 
softly to the music. 

Melanie felt so lucky to have such a great friend, and 
she looked up into Ilsa's eyes--the brown-haired girl was 
about three inches taller than her--and was met with the 
most angelic look from Ilsa's light, crystalline eyes, 
she felt a powerful surge of affection deep in her chest. 
She felt like she could melt, Ilsa's friendship was so 
real and tangible at that moment. Others were dancing 
around them, boys with girls, mostly, but the two friends 
somehow didn't notice or even care, and most everyone 
didn't seem to give a second thought.

Just as the chorus to the ballad poured forth in a 
swelling of strings, the two girls' legs brushed in such 
a way, that, as Ilsa turned, Melanie's step brought her 
closer into Ilsa, in between the taller girl's movements, 
and their mounds, hidden under the flimsy fabric of their 
dresses, met, pressing tenderly against one another, and 
stayed locked gently by the positions of the girls' 
thighs. 

Melanie didn't know what Ilsa was feeling at that moment, 
but, Melanie, with her face resting against Ilsa's bare, 
silky shoulder, felt a near electric jolt when their 
mounds nestled up against one another. It was like a 
kiss, loosely veiled by two skimpy garments....it was 
warm, tantalizing, and precious. She couldn't tell, 
because of the clatter of the party and the music, but 
she could have sworn she heard a small gasp come from 
Ilsa's throat as the inadvertent bumping occurred. 

She closed her eyes, her face cuddling the other girl's 
shoulder, and the two pussies somehow stayed pressed into 
one another for the longest moment before their feet 
shifted and they finally slid apart. Melanie knew Ilsa 
wore no pantyhose, and neither did she, and Melanie's 
underwear was the tiniest black lace thong. She didn't 
know it, but Ilsa's satin panties were very thin, and 
transmitted even the slightest breeze to her young sex. 

Nothing was said, though Melanie's heart was pounding so 
hard she was sure Ilsa could feel it's thumping against 
her breast. The song ended almost immediately afterward, 
as if the sole reason it had been played was just for 
that accidental meeting of the young girls' privates. 

Ilsa smiled at her cute friend, and Melanie returned the 
smile, swallowing and trying to look composed. They 
drifted apart for another hour, chatting with friends and 
a couple of boys, and the party started to wind down. 

Later, in their dorm room, Melanie slipped out of her 
black dress and got into bed as Ilsa came out of the 
bathroom in a cotton nightshirt. 

"So, off we go tomorrow," Melanie sighed. 

"Yes. I'll miss you, Melanie." 

"Oh, Ilsa, you've got to call your parents in the morning 
and ask their permission to come with us, just for a 
couple of days!" 

The Swedish beauty nestled under her bed sheets and 
smiled at her friend. Melanie was turned on her side, 
facing her. A couple of weeks ago, Melanie had invited 
Ilsa to join her and her parents at their condo down in 
Florida for the beginning of Spring break. 

"Ok, I'll ask them." 

"We will have so much fun, Ilsa!" Melanie grinned. "It's 
beautiful there, and we can hit the beach together." 

"Ok, you've convinced me," Ilsa giggled softly. "Oh, and 
before I forget, thanks for rescuing me from that guy 
tonight. You're the best friend a girl could have." 

"Aww, babe, of course, what is a girlfriend for? I love 
you, silly, you know that." 

"I love you, too, Melanie. Goodnight." 

Melanie fell asleep with the warmth of her friends voice 
in her heart, but as she drifted off, there was something 
else, something curious and enticing, and the last thing 
she felt before sleep enclosed her was the memory of how 
it felt when she was on the dance floor, in her lovely 
friend's arms, their pussies accidentally pushing 
together like two hesitant lovers...

The next morning, Ilsa bounced happily out to Melanie's 
car as she and her parents helped her with her luggage 
for the week. "I can go!!" she squealed, and the two 
friends hugged happily. 

Melanie's mother smiled. "We'll be happy to have you, 
sweetheart." 

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Flowers. My parents changed my 
ticket so that I will meet you in Florida and they 
arranged a limo to take me to Sanibel Island so you don't 
have to drive all that way and pick me up. Then three 
days later, I'll fly to Atlanta and spend the rest of the 
week with them." 

"Hooray!" Melanie said, pecking Ilsa on the cheek before 
climbing into the car. "See you then, Ilsa!" 

Ilsa waved and went back inside to finish packing. 

Twelve hours later, the two girls sat on the edge of the 
bed in their hotel room in Sanibel. 

"You have your own room here, Melanie?? How cool!" 

Melanie nodded, and then opened the vertical blinds. "And 
look, we walk to the beach in two minutes." 

"Wow, awesome."

"Yeah, but we're going to another beach...a much nicer 
one," Melanie said. "C'mon, get your stuff. Mom gave me 
the BMW for the day. We're on our own, babe!!" 

"Wooo!" Ilsa said, laughing at her own celebration. "But, 
what's wrong with this beach?" 

"Oh nothing. But this one is just nicer, and quieter, and 
well..special. You'll see. Let's go!" 

Half an hour later, the girls were walking a sand path 
from the parking lot to a secluded beach area with no 
signs. Ilsa was wearing a lovely, brightly colored red, 
orange and yellow thong bikini, with a tiny ruffled skirt 
around the waist, and Melanie had a royal blue t-back 
that showed off, well everything. Together, they looked 
like two models about to do a swimsuit shoot. 

When they got out to the beach, Ilsa saw that the foliage 
nearby meandered along the beach, creating little 
"coves". Then, she saw why Melanie called this beach 
"special." The pretty brunette put her hand over her 
mouth. 

"Melanie, some of these people are naked!" 

Melanie giggled. "I know. It's a 'clothing optional' 
beach. That's what is cool. You can wear clothes or not, 
and no one cares. C'mon!" She took her friend's hand and 
led her to a cove-like area, where they had semi-privacy, 
but could still see a few people nearby. It wasn't 
crowded, though, like most beaches. 

Melanie spread their large towel out and they put their 
mini-cooler and bag of stuff nearby. 

The blonde with the actress looks grinned at her friend. 
"Let's take off our tops!" 

"Melanie! I d-don't know...ummm gosh...." Ilsa smiled 
nervously and looked around, spying a man in his fifties 
about twenty or so yards away, laying on his back on a 
towel, a smaller towel draped over his privates. To her 
right, a little further away, were two women, maybe in 
their thirties or forties, naked to the sun, wearing only 
large straw hats and sunglasses. 

Ilsa's eyes grew wide as Melanie calmly undid her top and 
dropped it to the towel. Her gorgeous friend shook her 
blonde hair out and gave her that Meg Ryan-like smile. 

"Melanie!" Ilsa exclaimed. 

"Oh, come on girl," Melanie chided her, "you've got such 
a pretty body. No need to be ashamed. Besides, no one is 
looking, see?" 

It was true. No one paid them any attention, it seemed. 
Ilsa glanced at her friend's beautifully shaped breasts, 
her small brown nipples hard in the gentle ocean breeze. 
She shrugged, and reached behind her to untie her 
colorful top. A few seconds later, she let it drop to the 
towel, and modestly covered herself with both hands. 

"Unh-uh..." Melanie scolded gently, and took Ilsa's hands 
away. 

Ilsa blushed, and looked down, then reached into her bag 
for some lotion. "Ok, ok...I swear Melanie, if it was 
anyone else but you, I would never do this crazy stuff." 

Melanie laughed. "Of course, I'm your crazy friend, 
remember?" 

The two girls laid in the sun for nearly half an hour, 
chatting lazily, and occasionally giggling quietly to 
each other when a naked sunbather would walk by. Melanie 
stood, and took a towel with her. "I have to go to the 
bathroom. Stay here and watch our stuff, ok? We can take 
turns. Otherwise, we have to take everything with us each 
time."

"Sure, no problem." Ilsa propped herself up on her 
elbows, and glanced down at her own breasts. They 
glistened gently in the sun, the coconut oil lotion she 
had coated them with were going to give her a lovely tan 
if she stayed out here long enough. She watched the 
waves, enjoyed the gentle cries of the seagulls, and was 
almost comfortable with being topless, though she wished 
Melanie would hurry back. 

The curvy blonde returned shortly, and made a face. "I 
guess it's my turn to have a jerky guy after me," she 
said, shaking her head. "He followed me almost all the 
way over here, asking me all these questions. I got rid 
of him pretty easily though." 

"How did you do that?" Ilsa asked. 

"I told him I was a lesbian and didn't like guys at all," 
Melanie giggled. 

Ilsa burst out laughing. "Oh, that must have stopped him 
in his tracks." 

Melanie grinned, and laid next to her friend, on her 
tummy. "Yeah, I think so. His eyes got real big, and he 
mumbled something, and next thing I knew, he was gone." 

After a few moments, Melanie turned over so she could sun 
and see the ocean at the same time. 

Ilsa heard Melanie say, "Oh, shit." 

"What's the matter, Mel?" 

"That guy. He's coming this way. He saw me. Dammit." 

Ilsa squinted and spied a guy of about twenty, with a 
small towel cinched around his waist. He was about fifty 
yards away and working his way toward them. "The guy with 
the frosted hair?" 

"Yep, that's him, and he's definitely coming this way. 
Shit." Melanie sat up for a moment. "Ok, Ilsa, you have 
to be my lezzie girlfriend." 

"What?" 

"You know, play along. Just pretend it's a drama class 
exercise. Follow my lead...c'mon he's almost 
here....remember, just play along with me!" 

"Well, ok---" 

With that, Melanie climbed on top of Ilsa, straddling one 
of her legs, and lowered her mouth onto Ilsa's, kissing 
her slowly, but passionately. 

Ilsa was stunned at first, then told herself, "drama 
exercise" and she wrapped her arms around Melanie's back, 
returning the kiss. Melanie was certainly going heavy on 
realism, as Ilsa felt the other girl's tongue slide into 
her mouth. Her friend's skin was silky and smelled of the 
sun and coconut oil. Ilsa's own skin bristled with 
goosebumps at the sudden, nearly naked contact as her 
friend moved slowly on top of her in a slow humping 
motion. 

Isla heard soft footsteps in the sand as Melanie's mouth 
melted in hers, and she knew the boy was close, if not 
right next to them. Her heart pounding, she moved her 
hands all over Melanie's back. My god, she thought, 
Melanie and I are making out! She felt her friend's 
shapely thigh in between her legs, their nipples were 
bumping all over each other, and Melanie, really playing 
it up now, was moaning softly into Ilsa's mouth as the 
guy walked up. 

"Wow," a male voice said. "I guess you weren't kidding!" 

Melanie broke the kiss, and straightened up partially on 
her hands. She looked up at the guy with annoyance. "Do 
you mind? I mean, you can't take a hint? And now, you 
have to come here and interrupt??" 

"Look, I'm umm..sorry..." the guy seemed totally 
displaced, but was having a hard time walking away. 
"Maybe the three of us can have a drink later, you think? 
Or...I dunno...ummm.." the guy had one hand casually in 
front of the growing bulge in his towel. 

Melanie sighed dramatically. "Does it look like hanging 
out with a guy is on my mind right now?" 

Since she was already pinned under Melanie and was, as 
far as this guy was concerned, Melanie's lover, Ilsa 
decided to add her own theatrics. 

"Baby," she whined, looking up at Melanie with a dramatic 
pout, "I want to keep making out! Don't stop now!" 

"See?" Melanie said to the guy, gesturing to Ilsa, "now, 
please, leave us." 

"Yeah. Ok." The boy cleared his throat and walked off, 
but turned and stole several glances as he went. 

Melanie went back down to Ilsa, and gathered her in her 
arms, resuming the very realistic kissing. Ilsa fell back 
into the performance, but couldn't help but enjoy the 
incredible feelings she was experiencing as her beautiful 
friend's scantily-clad body squirmed on top of hers. 

They kissed and caressed until the guy was out of sight, 
and Ilsa found Melanie's pretty mouth so soft and 
beautiful on hers. Ilsa was flush, knowing that the boy 
wasn't the only one who had seen them. She turned her 
head to one side as Melanie slowly got off her, and saw 
the middle-aged man, his head turned towards them, the 
towel at his groin now a tent with his very obvious 
erection underneath. 

Ilsa herself, though her blood now simmered with 
embarrassment, could not deny the sticky moisture she 
felt deep in her bikini bottoms. She was trembling 
slightly, and very hot. She watched Melanie climb off her 
and kneel in the sand, looking off in the direction the 
boy had gone. 

Melanie then looked down at her drama partner. "Bravo,!" 
She giggled, "An academy award for Ilsa Petersson!" 

Ilsa had to laugh too. "You're the one!" she said, and 
the two girls laughed hard. Ilsa, however, noticed 
clearly that Melanie's chest was heaving, and the little 
valley in her neck, where her jugular vein passed, was 
fluttering like a flag in a strong wind. 

The man to the left of them was smiling, and his erection 
was still visible, and Ilsa was suddenly very 
uncomfortable with their display, fake though it was. To 
him, she thought, we are lesbian lovers! She shook off 
the wild sensations snaking through her own chest, and 
gathered her things. 

"C'mon, Melanie. Let's go. I don't want to stay here." 

Melanie saw the man too, and nodded. "Ok," she said. The 
girls replaced their tops and gathered their things. 

The man with the towel covering his hard-on now wore the 
pout, and his tent slowly sagged as he watched the pretty 
girls walk away. 

*** 

PART II

The ride back from the beach was full of nervous laughter 
and distracted conversation. The two friends were more 
animated than usual, even the gentle Ilsa. The girls 
danced in their seats to the radio and acted silly, 
laughing about anything and everything. Not a word was 
spoken, however, about the fact that they had just 
minutes before been in a near naked embrace, French 
kissing like there was no tomorrow, on a beach in full 
view of several people. 

They arrived back at the condo and found that Melanie's 
parents were gone. The cool of the air conditioner lulled 
both girls into a dreamy state, their bodies still 
glowing from the morning in the sun. 

"Wanna go in the pool to cool off?" Melanie asked. 

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a shower instead," Ilsa said 
lazily. "Maybe a swim later, after dinner." 

Ilsa got up and went into the bathroom. She didn't bother 
to shut the door, and she took off her top as Melanie 
came in, looking for something. "Seen my red brush, 
Ilsa?" 

"No, babe, sorry." Ilsa moved to the shower, and started 
to peel off her bikini just then. 

Melanie kept a small overnight bag with a bunch of things 
she hadn't yet unpacked, and it was on the floor, against 
the wall next to the shower. She knelt there, fiddling 
with it, tossing the contents and looking for the brush. 
She stopped and turned to Ilsa as Ilsa's thong bottoms 
slid down her calves to her ankles. 

"What a day, huh?" Melanie asked, looking up at her, 
"aren't you glad you came with us?" 

Ilsa smiled down at Melanie, who was kneeling very close. 
"Very glad." 

"Here hon, I'll get it," Melanie offered, and before Ilsa 
could bend to reach the tiny thong, Melanie took the 
bottoms in her fingers and her gorgeous, now-naked friend 
stepped out of them carefully. Melanie looked up to smile 
at Ilsa, and on their way up her eyes could not resist a 
glimpse at the naked pussy just above her. Ilsa turned 
just then and slid open the shower glass door, and 
Melanie found herself looking at her friend's luscious 
behind. 

"What a cute hinie!" Melanie blurted out, and gave Ilsa a 
quick, painless pinch near the bottom of her tender 
buttock. 

"Yeek!" Ilsa yelped, giggling afterward. "No pinching!" 

Melanie was about to get up, but found herself rooted to 
the spot. She couldn't fathom it completely, but her gaze 
was transfixed on Ilsa's thighs as she stepped into the 
shower, and the blonde was given another brief glimpse of 
Ilsa's pussy lips from behind before her other leg went 
in and the door closed. 

Melanie Flowers knelt there for a moment, and then closed 
her eyes, the delicious kissing "act" at the beach 
swirling in her mind. Her tummy went swimming with pangs 
of forbidden excitement when she thought of it...she 
allowed herself a rapid replay of the scene, and 
marvelled at herself, and how quickly she had initiated 
the scene, and boldly started kissing her friend out in 
the open. My god, what had come over her? 

Well, she thought as she heard the water bouncing and 
splashing over Ilsa's body, whatever it was had been 
sweet. What, she wondered, did Ilsa think of it all? She 
kept her eyes closed for another couple of moments, and 
suddenly she could somehow smell her sweet friend...she 
seemed so close all of a sudden, even though she was in 
the shower, the intimacy of her friend's body, how it 
moved under her, how Ilsa stroked her during the kissing, 
seemed to come alive to her now, and--- 

She startled herself, her eyes opening suddenly as she 
realized that she had Ilsa's thong bottom clutched to her 
face, and she was inhaling it as she daydreamed! She 
brought the swimsuit away from her nose quickly, 
mortified that Ilsa might have seen her. She glanced at 
the shower, seeing a lovely beige silhouette of her 
friend's naked frame in the steamy chamber and got up 
from the spot where she knelt. 

"Find the brush?" Ilsa called sweetly from the shower. 

"Umm...nope...not yet," Melanie returned nervously. The 
pretty blonde teen went back out to the bedroom to clear 
her head, and she carefully laid Ilsa's thong bottoms on 
her suitcase. Melanie looked toward the bathroom. The 
water was still rushing in the shower. Her heart was 
beating wildly. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she 
couldn't help it. She picked up Ilsa's bottoms again, and 
held them to her face. This time she made sure that the 
little cotton crotch panel was up against her nostrils. 
She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, absorbing her 
friend's aroma. The vague, tangy-sweetness left by her 
friend's body gave her a tingle that spread through her 
entire body. My god, she thought, standing there, what is 
happening to me? 

Melanie put the thong back and resolved not to touch it 
again. She wondered again, though, what Ilsa felt, and 
whether she was still thinking about that "pretending" 
they had done at the beach to get rid of the pesky 
admirer. 

Ilsa came out a while later, wrapped in a towel. "Your 
turn," she said, smiling at Melanie. 

Melanie peeled off her t-shirt that she had put on for 
the ride back, then stripped down in the bathroom. 

"What a day..." she heard Ilsa sigh. "I feel great now." 

"I still can't get over your great performance, Ilsa," 
Melanie called out, hoping to draw Ilsa into a 
conversation about it. 

"No...not me. You were the one who directed the show," 
Ilsa said with a small smile. 

They had broken the moratorium, at least, on the subject. 

"I just have to hear that great line again, Ilsa," Mel 
said from the bathroom. "C'mon, lemme hear that whiny 
voice, where you begged your girlfriend to keep kissing!" 
Melanie hung her bathing suit on the towel rack and 
decided to put on a towel. She had to go out and hear 
Ilsa say this. 

She found Ilsa lying on the bed, her legs hanging over 
the edge, in a pair of small light blue cotton panties. 

Ilsa giggled, remembering. She covered her face, then 
uncovered it, falling into drama mode. Then she did her 
best to repeat what she had ad-libbed at the beach in the 
same seductive whine: "Baby, c'mon! I want to keep making 
ouuuut!" Then she laughed, covering her eyes with her 
hands and shaking her head at the memory. 

When Ilsa took her hand away, though, there was Melanie, 
one knee between her thighs, kneeling on the bed with a 
towel around her, looking at her with a penetrating gaze. 

"And who could resist a request like that?" Melanie said 
softly, her smile slowly slipping from her face, her eyes 
shining as she looked deeply into the mesmerizing eyes of 
her lovely companion. Melanie unhooked the towel and 
dropped it to the floor. 

She was naked. 

Ilsa kept her eyes locked on her friend's captivating, 
loving stare. She tried to speak, but no words would 
form. She could only look up into Melanie's eyes and 
wonder what was happening. 

"No one is watching us now," Melanie said, her voice 
almost a whisper. 

Ilsa swallowed. There was no more wondering. She was 
thoroughly entranced, her heart hammering softly as she 
lay looking up at Melanie's nakedness. The radiance in 
her friend's face, the heat that danced between their 
young bodies with each second, culminated in one 
thunderous reality: real passion, not the theatrics on 
the beach, was closing in on them like a tornado, roaring 
louder in their young bodies with each passing second. 

Melanie leaned down closer, her hands on either side of 
Ilsa's head. Their faces were just a couple of inches 
away, and Ilsa could feel the warmth of Melanie's sun-
drenched body radiating gently around her. The blonde 
beauty searched Ilsa's eyes, and Ilsa nodded, almost 
imperceptibly. Melanie didn't need the nod. She knew, 
from the pleading glint in Ilsa's eyes that she had been 
given permission. 

Melanie wordlessly lowered her nude body down on top of 
Ilsa, and enclosed her friend's tender mouth with hers. 
Ilsa whimpered as Melanie's tongue pushed gently into her 
mouth, and her hands went up to Melanie's naked sides, 
holding there for a moment, then caressing slowly. 
Melanie's body was alive with excitement, her naked mound 
pressed passionately into Ilsa's which was barely covered 
by the little panties. 

Melanie's blonde hair fell in silky cascades down around 
Ilsa, who was arching gently and trying to manage the 
sudden, swirling, overwhelming rapture of Melanie's 
ardent and naked embrace. The kiss broke naturally, as 
both girls were gasping for air, and Ilsa shuddered with 
sweet ripples of arousal as Melanie's face went to her 
neck. 

It has happened! Ilsa thought as her body raced with the 
wild sensations Melanie was giving her. All the 
touchings, all the growing affection and closeness of 
their rooming together, the sweet little physical 
intimations that had passed in silence between them, had 
condensed and was crashing slow-motion over both of them 
like a giant wave of erotic adventure. 

"Ohhhh.....Melanie...." Ilsa gasped, stroking her 
gorgeous friend's hair. 

Melanie planted warm kisses in the silken niche under 
Ilsa's ear, and whispered there as her lips sampled the 
incredible softness of her fair roommate. 

"I love you, Ilsa," Melanie's voice breathed in her ear. 

Ilsa could have wept with happiness as Melanie's words 
breezed into her ear. Her body was racing with new 
sensations as she felt the soft bristle of Melanie's 
pussy on her thigh, massaging her in slow undulations. 
She slid her hands to Melanie's smooth, round ass. 

"Ohh yesss," Ilsa stammered breathlessly, nodding into 
Melanie's flowery hair, "I l-love you too, Melanie!" 

Melanie returned to Ilsa's mouth then, devouring her soft 
lips, and the two girls savored the sweetness of their 
mouths as their bodies rubbed sensuously together. Ilsa's 
soul soared...she could have been at the beach, on a 
rooftop, in the clouds, it didn't matter: she was 
entwined in the naked body of her delicious friend, and 
every inch of her was burning with desire and love. 

She felt Melanie's adorable mouth slide down her neck, 
kissing all the way, to her breast. Then her nipple 
disappeared between Melanie's lips. 

"Omigod..." Ilsa whispered as the wild pulses of pleasure 
coursed through her. She looked down to see her glamorous 
soul mate suckling her nipple, and her body was sent 
writhing with excitement. 

Melanie was delirious with passion for her beautiful, 
silky roommate. She felt her heart would burst with joy 
when Ilsa welcomed her advance, and now the womanness in 
her was bursting with heat and liquid ecstasy as she 
feasted on her lover's breasts.

Melanie moaned with pleasure as she slurped the hard buds 
of Ilsa's nipples, then moved her mouth down, swirling 
her tongue all around her flat, smooth tummy, poking it 
gently into her belly button, and then coming to the top 
of Ilsa's light blue panties. She felt Ilsa's tender 
mound brushing her throat. The beautiful Scandinavian 
girl moaned and twisted gently under her friend. 

Melanie kissed there, along the top, and hooked her 
fingers into the waistband. She looked up at her the 
girl, unable to believe she was really making love to 
her, the girl she had shared a room with for six months. 
She savored the sight of Ilsa arching her back in 
excitement, and was filled with delight when Ilsa lifted 
her hips for her to take the bottoms off. 

Melanie slid the panties down, revealing Ilsa's soft 
pussy hairs. They weren't thick, so Melanie could see her 
pussy outline and lips easily. She put her face close and 
placed a kiss on her silken-haired mound, and, as she 
worked the panties to her girlfriend's knees, thought she 
had never seen, or smelled anything so beautiful as the 
delicately cloaked triangle between Ilsa's legs. 

Ilsa's bottoms came off her feet, and she put both feet 
up on the edge of the bed. Melanie slid down to a kneel 
at the foot of the bed, and put her arms around Ilsa's 
hips. With her eyes glazed with arousal, the blonde 
coquette lowered her face to Ilsa's pussy, and kissed 
deeply. 

She French-kissed the tender sex of her friend as she had 
kissed her mouth, lolling her tongue thirstily into the 
warm, fragrant lips. Ilsa's tender squeals drifted to her 
ears and mixed with the roaring of the blood rushing in 
her head. Her tongue was dipping into a cauldron of 
syrupy nectar which had flooded Ilsa's opening. She 
tasted like a warm peaches, better in fact, and Melanie 
feasted on her, moaning and gasping as she buried her 
face into the slippery cleft of the other girl's sex. 

Her face was soon smeared with Ilsa's heavenly fluids, 
and the brown-haired girl shuddered with orgasm after 
orgasm, holding Melanie's head and running her fingers 
through her blonde hair as Melanie's insistent tongue 
probed her depths, and swabbed her lovely clit. 

Isla, panting deeply on the bed, pushed herself to her 
elbows at one point. "Melanie...I want you...please let 
me taste you too..." 

Melanie looked up at her dazzlingly beautiful friend, 
seeing the near panicked-arousal in her face. She nodded 
hastily and climbed up, then turned around, over Ilsa in 
a sixty-nine. "I can't have enough of you, girl!" she 
panted down at Ilsa. Then she buried her head back in 
between Ilsa's thighs and sucked the girl's clit up into 
her mouth, up against the roof of her mouth. 

Ilsa, meanwhile, filled her hands with her lover's 
perfect ass cheeks and stared up for a moment into the 
treasure just above her face. Melanie lowered herself 
just enough, and Ilsa brought her face up to meet the 
blonde's sopping cunt. Ilsa found Melanie's pussy sweet 
and musky, and the taste and scent jolted her insides 
with a desire she had never before experienced. 

She grunted hungrily, thrusting her tongue deep into her 
teenage lover's pussy, tasting the different riches that 
bathed her face with each new depth. Save for a few 
desperate gasps for air, Ilsa could not tear herself away 
from eating Melanie ravenously, and kept her face 
plastered into her hot and humid crotch, her nose 
pressing against Melanie's anus as she tongued her. 

The different, drier muskiness of Melanie's ass suddenly 
sent Ilsa into new waves of curiosity, and she moved her 
mouth up, dragging strands of Melanie's pussy-honey with 
her, and targeted the tightly puckered hole further up. 
Melanie quaked and moaned loudly as the Swedish angel 
stabbed her tongue into her anus, forcing it open, and 
tongued her, holding her round butt cheeks apart for her 
smorgasbord. 

Ilsa reached under and massaged Melanie's clit while she 
tongued and licked her ass and pussy, and soon Melanie 
was bucking wildly above her, tossing her blonde hair as 
her powerful climax ripped through her young body. 

"UNHHHHHHH!!!!" Melanie squealed, her body spasming. 
Ilsa's pretty mouth was still plugged deep between her 
ass cheeks as the orgasm shook her. 

The girls left no inch of each other unkissed, unsucked, 
or unprobed. Two hours later, they lay sprawled on the 
bed, covers and pillows about the room. 

Melanie's face was resting on top of Ilsa's lovely ass, 
and Ilsa lay on her tummy, her hand between Mel's shapely 
thighs, curling up and holding her butt. 
Melanie placed a kiss on one soft buttock, and Ilsa 
smiled sleepily. "We've got a little time before my 
parents are home before dinner. Take a nap with me?" 
Ilsa nodded, and the two girls straightened up the room, 
climbed under the covers, and nestled into each other's 
arms. Ilsa looked deeply into her friend's big, luminous 
eyes. Their breath was soft on each others' faces. 

"I don't want to leave to go to Atlanta," Ilsa said 
softly. "I want to stay with you." 

Melanie felt a sob well up in her throat. Her eyes filled 
suddenly and a tear slipped down her face. "I love you so 
much, Ilsa." She stroked Ilsa's hair. "We'll be back in 
school soon, and we'll be together every night then." She 
sniffled and smiled at the girl she now wanted with all 
her heart. 

A smile crept over Ilsa's angelic features. "I never 
thought we would look forward to going back to school," 
she said, and gently licked Melanie's tear from her face. 

Melanie giggled softly. "I know." The two smiled at one 
another, nuzzled their noses together softly, and drifted 
off to sleep. 

*** 

Three hours later, the girls, all showered and a little 
crimson from the sun, sat at an expensive seafood 
restaurant with Melanie's parents. 

"Did you girls have a good time today?" her Dad asked. 

"Oh yes, thanks." Ilsa answered with a soft smile. 

"Did you eat anything at all? You girls must be 
starving!" 

Melanie looked at Ilsa over the top of her glass as she 
sipped some iced tea, and Ilsa felt a thrill shoot 
through her. 

"We had a little snack, Mom," Melanie said, sneaking 
another small smile at Ilsa, who blushed deeply. 

After dinner, Melanie and Ilsa suffered through a visit 
to a nearby friend's house. They were ladylike and 
polite, but all through the forty-five minute visit they 
stole glances at each other, brief but soft signals that 
conveyed their desire for each other. 

In the back of the Flowers' Mercedes, Melanie and Ilsa 
found Mr. and Mrs. Flowers deep in conversation, so they 
snuck a little closer to each other than usual, their 
knees touching. Melanie even stroked Ilsa's leg once near 
the floor, where no one could see. Their pent-up feelings 
for each other, the excitement they stirred just by being 
close, was excruciating, and Melanie watched her parents 
carefully, taking care that her Mom especially did not 
sense anything different. 

They watched some TV with her parents in the living room 
of the luxurious condo, until Melanie yawned and 
stretched, announcing she was going to sleep. 

"You girls have enough room in that bed, don't you?" the 
ever-concerned Mrs. Flowers asked sweetly. 

"Oh yes, Mrs. Flowers, it's fine," Ilsa assured her. 

Mrs. Flowers then captured Ilsa in some small talk. The 
polite Swedish beauty sat and chatted accommodatingly, 
all the while itching to be in the arms of the woman's 
daughter just up the stairs. 

"Well, Ilsa dear, I'm so glad you could be with us. I'm 
tired and I think I'll go to bed. Feel free to stay up 
and watch TV if you like, and help yourself to anything 
in the fridge if you feel like nibbling on something, ok, 
dear?" 

Oh, I feel like nibbling on something, all right, the 
girl thought wickedly, but it's not in the fridge. 

"Oh umm, yes Ma'am...thanks a lot. Sleep well." 

Mrs. Flowers gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek, and 
left. 

Ilsa waited about ten minutes, anxiously changing 
channels and not even knowing what she was seeing. Then, 
she turned off the TV and crept upstairs. 

The room was dark. "Melanie?" she whispered, feeling her 
way to the bed. 

"Ilsa," her lover whispered heatedly in the darkness. 
"Come and love me!" 

Ilsa's heart soared at her words, and she hurriedly 
peeled her clothes off, and climbed into the bed, to be 
warmly absorbed by Melanie's waiting body. Their mouths 
met, and they kissed deeply, drinking each other with the 
eagerness of young femininity, their soft naked bodies 
clamoring for each other under the bed sheets. 

They made love with frenzied, burning ardor, leaving each 
other slickened blissfully with each other's love cream, 
their faces glistening in the dark room as they lay 
close, whispering their love to each other, wrapped 
tightly in each other's arms. Quietly they stroked each 
other's hair and arms, smelling the thick aromas of their 
lovemaking that they had drawn from their beautiful 
bodies and that now hovered around their faces. They 
eventually fell asleep, their bodies cuddled tightly 
together. 

***

PART III

The day Ilsa had to leave was full of quiet anxiety for 
the two girls, though they knew that in three short days, 
they would be back in their dorm room. 
The morning was rainy, and the girls had to cancel their 
second beach trip. 

Ilsa's plane wasn't until the afternoon, and the girls 
spent the early morning lolling around in their cotton 
pajamas in the living room, watching TV. After a modest 
breakfast, Mrs. Flowers suggested that they all three go 
do a little shopping while her husband was out on a 
fishing trip with some friends. 

The girls thought that was a great idea, and quickly 
dressed for the outing. Ilsa put her hair in a ponytail, 
and looked darling in a tiny pink terrycloth short set, 
and Melanie put on a red sundress and some high heeled 
sandals. 

"You girls are just the prettiest pair!" Melanie's mom 
exclaimed. "Let's go!" 

They went to a pricey fashion mall nearby and had great 
fun poking around all the shops. Ilsa bought a couple of 
things for her parents and Melanie used some of her money 
to get a lovely blouse that was on sale. Melanie and 
Ilsa's hands would frequently bump into one another when 
they walked, and they would instinctively grasp each 
other, holding hands and swinging their arms gently for a 
ways, pulling each other excitedly to windows that had 
something cute they wanted to show each other. More than 
once, with Jane Flowers walking ahead of them, they would 
look at each other and a quick smile would say everything 
they couldn't say in front of her. 

Once, with Melanie's mom a good ways away, the two girls 
gawked at a lovely outfit in a store window. 

"I'd love to see that on you, Ilsa," Melanie said. 

Ilsa surprised her blonde lover by whispering in her ear, 
"I'd love for you to take it off me!" 

Melanie beamed at her soft girlfriend, a thrill shooting 
through her at Ilsa's words. 

After three hours, which included a light lunch at a 
trendy little cafe with a fountain in the middle of it, 
it was time to go. The girls made a quick trip to the 
ladies room. 

"Coming, mother?" 

"No, honey, I'm going to stay here and pay the check and 
we'll go as soon as you girls come back." 

In the bathroom, Melanie peed and Ilsa brushed her hair 
and checked her makeup. When Melanie came out of the 
stall, she looked around and saw no other shoppers in the 
bathroom. She turned to Ilsa, who had turned to her, too. 

The girls fell into a brief, hurried embrace, their lips 
meeting softly, then opening to kiss fully, their young, 
silky tongues sliding lovingly against one another. 

"Mmmmmm," Ilsa moaned softly closing her eyes and filling 
her senses with her roommates warmth. "I love your 
kisses," she purred as the softly broke the kiss. 
Melanie smiled. "Come...let's go before someone comes in 
here and sees us!" 

Ilsa giggled and nodded. "Yeah, before your mom changes 
her mind and finds us!" 

"Omigod!" Melanie squealed, and they spilled out of the 
ladies room, giggling and bumping each other's shoulders. 

Two hours later, Melanie hugged her friend tightly and 
whispered, "See you soon!" into her ear before she 
climbed into the limo. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Flowers, for everything!" Ilsa said, 
hugging Melanie's mother. 

"You're welcome to be with us anytime, Ilsa," Mrs. 
Flowers smiled. 

"Next time, Melanie has to visit us in Atlanta!" Ilsa 
said, waving. The limo driver closed her door, tipped his 
hat to Melanie and her mom, and drove the Swedish beauty 
away down the street. 

Back at the condo, Melanie filled the rest of her rainy 
day with letters to friends and some CDs on her 
headphones. More than once, she laid back on the sofa, 
music filling her head, and replayed her lovemaking with 
Ilsa. A soft smile was on her face as she stretched out. 
Then her mom asked for some help in the kitchen. 

"Daddy will probably come home with fish today, Melanie. 
How about helping me make a salad and a pie for dessert?" 

Melanie loved to make desserts, and she started getting 
the ingredients out. Her mom had just poured a cup of 
coffee, and sat down at the kitchen table, leafing 
through a magazine. 

"You know," Melanie's mom said casually, "you should 
spray a little air freshener or something in your room 
next time after you make love." 

Melanie froze, and nearly dropped the container of flour. 

She turned slowly, looking at her mother, who leafed 
through the magazine as calmly as if she had asked her 
about the weather. 

Melanie's mouth moved, but nothing was coming out. "Wh-
...Mom...you..." 

A small smile formed over Jane Flowers' lips, and she 
still hadn't looked up to see the dumbstruck expression 
on her daughter's face. 

"You don't think I know that you and Ilsa are lovers?" 

The words pierced her, like slow-motion arrows. The 
pretty blonde teen walked zombie-like to the table and 
sat down across from her mother, staring at her, open-
mouthed. 

"M-mom I---" 

"Do you think middle-aged people don't notice things?" 
Jane Flowers said, still leafing through the magazine. 
"Hmpph. You think a woman my age can't notice the smell 
of female excitement in a room? Do you fool yourself into 
thinking I don't notice when your lipstick is smeared, 
and hers is too? And the way the two of you look at each 
other?" 

The woman let out a little laugh, and shook her head. 
"Ohh, my naiive little daughter." 

"Mom..." Melanie's voice was shaking, and she leaned 
over, wanting her mother's eyes, wondering why she 
wouldn't look at her. How could she be so calm? "Are 
you...are you ashamed of me?" 

Jane Flowers still hadn't looked up from the magazine. 
"Ashamed?," she repeated, as if trying out the word for 
the first time. "Ashamed....hmmm." 

Finally, her gaze lifted, and Melanie, trembling in her 
seat, was looking into the eyes that had watched over 
her, that had, before she was born, looked out over an 
adoring crowd when Jane Flowers was crowned Miss 
California, and even before that, at her schoolmates who 
lauded her as homecoming queen. Jane Flowers, at 46, was 
still a very attractive woman. The eyes that bore into 
her daughter's soul just then seemed to shine with 
compassion. 

"Are you ashamed, Melanie?" 

Melanie stared at her, unable to answer, paralyzed with 
the anxiety of not knowing what was coming next, or what 
her mother would do or say. 

Jane Flowers reached across the table and covered her 
daughter's slender hand with hers. 

"Her name," Melanie's mother said, breaking the silence, 
"was Diane." 

Melanie frowned in confusion. "Whose name was Diane, 
Mom?" Melanie felt as if her young brain was treading 
water in a stormy ocean. 

Jane Flowers looked down, took a long sip of coffee, then 
raised her eyes back up to her shivering daughter. Her 
smile was now full of sweet nostalgia. "You forget, 
honey. I lived in a girls' dorm, too." 

Melanie suddenly was flooded with understanding. Her 
mother? Her Brownie-leader, tennis coach, private school 
PTA mother?? She wanted to ask a million questions, she 
wanted to cry, to hug her mom, to.... to know more about 
Diane, and to gush everything she felt about Ilsa. 

"Mom, I--I don't know what to say---"

"Say nothing," Jane Flowers said with quiet confidence. 
"Just promise me this: don't let it interfere with your 
studies in any way. And do not let anyone find out. They 
will make your life miserable if you do. Do you 
understand?" 

Melanie stared at her, amazed, touched, and deeply 
relieved. "Yes, Mom. I promise." Her heart pounded with a 
thousand different feelings, but mostly love for the 
compassion her mother showed her. 

"Good. And we won't speak of this again. Ever." 

"But, does Dad---" 

Jane Flowers shook her head. "No. And he will never know. 
Like I said, the subject is closed. You are a woman now. 
You make your choices, and choose your lovers." The 
elegant, middle aged mother sighed. "At least with this, 
I don't have to worry about you getting pregnant." She 
sipped her coffee again. "Do not ask me about my past. 
You have to make your own mistakes, find your own joys, 
suffer your own heartbreaks. And Melanie?" 

"Yes, Mom?" the girl asked, a tear escaping from her 
full, glimmering eyes. 

"I am not ashamed of you. I could never be so." Jane 
Flowers rose, and kissed her daughter on the forehead. 
She took another look at her daughter, and Melanie 
noticed a different type of look. It was softer, deeper, 
and when she spoke, her voice sounded distant and 
dreamlike. 

"My goodness," Jane Flowers said, her eyes shining as her 
eyes gently roamed her daughter's beauty. "You and Ilsa 
together....what a sight that must be." 

Melanie blushed deeply, her secrets and her soul now laid 
bare. But, knowing that her mother had taken a female 
lover at one time anointed her with new appreciation, and 
cast a new aura about the woman who had raised her. She 
smiled with deep gratitude and looked up at her mom, 
seeing her now in a totally different way. She was now a 
woman with so many layers, and she was so curious about 
her. 

"Mom, what was Diane like? Was she--?" 

Jane Flowers put a finger to her daughter's lips. Her 
smile was mysterious and yet soothing. as she hushed 
Melanie. "Case closed," she said. "That is my secret, and 
Ilsa is yours." 

Melanie sat there speechless, tears in her eyes for her 
mother's love, her mother's secrets, her mother's lover, 
and her own love for Ilsa. 

"Now then," Mrs. Flowers said, handing Melanie an apron 
and smiling. "Let's bake, shall we? 

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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