"I'm sorry, I..." Andy caught herself reaching out to Melanie and jerked to a stop. "I can't do this. I should have thought this through. My family would never approve. I've put everything at risk. I'm sorry." Andy rushed out of the house, leaving Melanie naked and alone, wondering what had happened to Andy to cause her to be so scared of herself.
Melanie showered and dressed in a daze regretting agreeing to go to Frank and Deanne's for dinner. She dressed casually in a pair of jeans that settled low on her hips, a pair of sling back sandals, and a white midriff tank. She pulled on a light sweater over her top and headed out.
Melanie's thoughts were of last night and the sudden change in Andy this morning. She felt like such a cliche, but she really had fallen for Andy at first sight. Andy was so much more than what she outwardly displayed. Melanie was fascinated with the thought of unwrapping each layer of Andy's personality. But now, it didn't look as though she would ever get that chance. Melanie angrily blinked back tears as she pulled into a parking space in front of her favorite wine store.
Inside, she selected a bottle of red wine. Frank and Deanne raved about the make, and the name of this particular wine got quite a few laughs to the uneducated wine connoisseur. Melanie walked to the till and groaned inwardly. She was about to turn around and walk out without her purchase when she heard her name called.
"Melanie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Melanie turned around and with a sigh remembered to plaster a smile onto her face.
"Sandy. Yes, it has been awhile. How have you been?" Sandy was barely twenty with bleached blonde hair, huge brown eyes, and a fabulously tight body. Melanie had gladly sampled her a couple of times, and Sandy was probably the last person that she wanted to see right now.
"Good. How are things with you? You look tired. Long night?" Sandy giggled flirtatiously, winking hugely at Melanie.
"Something like that." Melanie changed the subject as she paid for her wine. She engaged in a few moments of chitchat before she began to leave. Sandy reached across the counter and grabbed her arm.
"If you are looking for a little fun tonight, I'm your girl." Melanie could feel her heart rebelling at the thought, and it made her angry that she should feel guilty! She gave Sandy her sexiest smile as she took her hand and sucked one slim finger into her mouth.
"Keep your calendar open. I have to go to a friend's house for dinner, but afterwards perhaps you could provide dessert?" Sandy smiled as she licked her lips hungrily.
"I'll be waiting for your call." As soon as Melanie was out of the door and in her car, her angry gave way and she sighed sadly. She didn't want to spend the night with Sandy; she wanted to be with Andy. She closed her eyes and tried to reach a calm place before continuing the drive to Frank's.
Melanie parked in the driveway behind a red Harley. She admired the motorcycle, amazed at Frank's newly found mid-life crisis. She rang the buzzer and felt her first genuine smile of the day as Deanne answered the door with a flourish.
"Melanie!" Melanie held out the wine and Deanne dissolved into delighted giggles. "You remembered the wine!"
"Who could forget a name like that? Hey, when did Frank begin his mid-life crisis?" Melanie asked jokingly, jerking a thumb over her shoulder at the Harley.
"Oh, that isn't Frank's, it's..."
"Honey! Where do we keep the charcoal?" Frank's voice interrupted then and Deanne shooed Melanie inside and towards the patio doors that led out to their pool and back yard. Melanie stepped out into the bright California sunshine and stopped dead in her tracks as Deanne finished her sentence.
"As I was saying, the Harley is Andy's. Why don't you go say hello as I help Frank out. He's looking for charcoal and it's a gas powered grill," Melanie said as she rolled her eyes. Deanne trotted off and Melanie was left to deal with her pounding heart. Andy was sitting on the edge of the pool staring off into space. She was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a loose knit sweater over a hot pink swim top. The sweater hung off one delicate shoulder and Andy had the long sleeves balled around her hands which were under her chin. The sunlight shone lovingly on her long blonde hair which hung loosely down her back like fine spun golden silk. Melanie could feel her body heating at the memory of that silken hair on her skin.
At just that moment, Andy looked over and locked eyes with Melanie. Melanie could see the play of emotion that lit Andy's face with happiness following by confusion and sadness. Deanne surprised Melanie when she suddenly reappeared at her elbow carrying a glass of wine.
"I would have brought you a beer, but you are just like Andy with your wine." Melanie waved Andy over, and Andy reluctantly got to her feet and made her way over.
"Hello, Melanie," Andy said with a smile and Melanie mumbled something she thought sounded like hello. Deanne shot her a strange look and Melanie smiled at her weakly.
"Listen, Frank forgot to pick up a few things we need... like kerosene. Do you two mind keeping a watch out while we go out for a bit? You both have been here enough to know where everything is." Without waiting for an answer, Deanne turned to leave. Frank waved goodbye as Deanne took his arms and steered him towards the door. "The kids are over at friends' houses and are spending the night," Melanie called out. She turned at the door with a pleading look on her face. "Oh, and could you two please make the salad? I'm running a little behind. Everything you'll need is in the kitchen."
Silence descended across the yard as Deanne and Frank left through the house. Melanie stared awkwardly at the patio doors. Andy was the first to break the silence.
"Well, I suppose we have our orders. Shall we?"
Melanie quietly followed Andy into the kitchen, admiring the sway of her hips and ass as she moved. Andy began to pull out tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, amongst other assorted salad vegetables. Melanie watched fascinated as Andy's slender hands began to pull the heads of lettuce apart as she kept up a steady stream of chatter.
"So are we going to pretend nothing happened?" Melanie blurted out interrupting Andy's lettuce monologue. Andy stopped and stared at the top of the chef's table.
"Melanie, I..." Andy paused before looking up to meet Melanie's eyes. "What I mean is, we are at my sister's house and I don't feel comfortable discussing it."
"Nor did you want to discuss it this morning at my house," Melanie said angrily. "You left me like I was a ten cent whore and meant nothing to you." Andy winced at the words and walked around the island table to rest her hands on Melanie's shoulders, never breaking eye contact.
"I'm sorry, Melanie. When I saw you standing there today, I felt... I can't explain it. After I left this morning, I regretted it because I missed you and...and I wanted to hold you and kiss away the hurt I caused you."
"Don't say these things if you don't intend to pursue this with me. You already have a hold over me that I can't explain and..." Andy quieted Melanie by pressing her lips against the darker woman's. Melanie could feel her body melt as she surrendered to the kiss. Andy's lips and tongue were wreaking havoc with her emotions, not to mention the gush of warmth and wetness that flooded her panties. She moaned against Andy's mouth as she swayed in Andy's arms.
Their kiss became more heated, almost savage as their tongues battled for dominance. Melanie caught Andy's tongue and began to suck on it lightly as she felt Andy moaning passionately into her mouth. Andy broke the kiss to suck and lick Melanie's neck, leaving a wet trail from one ear to the other.
"I shouldn't have left you this morning," Andy said huskily, her hands caressing Melanie's stomach. "I missed you the second I walked out of the door."
"Andy," Melanie murmured as she unbuttoned and unzipped Andy's shorts. "Andy, I need you now." Andy responded with a passionate growl as she lifted Melanie up onto the chef's table. Melanie could hear all the vegetables and knives falling to the floor as Andy unbuttoned Melanie's pants and pulled them roughly down. She nipped and licked every inch of exposed flesh. Melanie could feel her pants dangling from one ankle as Andy spread her shapely legs and buried her tongue deep inside of her. Melanie cried out at the contact as the blood rushed immediately to her engorged clit. Andy began to suck on Melanie's sweet nub, running her tongue under the hood and over the tip.
"Andy, yes... I need you to fuck me, baby." Andy groaned at the words and climbed up onto the table with Melanie. Melanie pulled Andy's sweated off and quickly unsnapped the swim top, letting it fall. She took one luscious nipple into her mouth and sucked it hard as Andy spread Melanie's legs further apart and began to rub her finger over Melanie's slit, coating it in the sticky girl cream.
Without warning, Andy thrust two fingers deep inside Melanie causing the raven haired woman to arch up off of the table in delirious pleasure. She cried out as Andy added a third and continued to pull her fingers out completely before thrusting them inside hard and deep. Andy straddled Melanie's leg as she held one of Melanie's hands down on the table, grinding her blazing pussy against Melanie's skin. Melanie could feel the heat and wetness through the material of Andy's shorts. Melanie began to twist and pinch her nipples as Andy pounded her with fierce abandon.
"Oh, yeah... fuck me..." Melanie whimpered, her eyes closed with the intensity of the orgasm building within her. She pulled Andy close to her, raking her nails down Andy's back as she bit her shoulder to hold back the scream of release as her orgasm erupted with volcanic force. Melanie could feel Andy's grinding on her leg increase in an erratic pace and then she was cumming in jerky thrusts, crying out Melanie's name. Their lips found each other's as they rode the wave of desire together.
And that's when they heard the swinging kitchen door open and close.
"We got all the way to the store and Deanna realized that she had forgotten..." Frank's voice trailed off at the sight that greeted him. Melanie was lying almost nude on the table, her blue eyes glazed as she panted lustily. Andy was on top astride her thigh, her fingers buried deep inside Melanie's pussy, her firm breasts swelled with huge erect nipples that were begging to be sucked. Andy's blonde hair was plastered to her cheeks and neck with sweat and her other hand was holding Melanie's pinned to the table. Frank thought that he might not be able to continue to standing and he could a bulge growing painfully in his pants. He managed to tear his eyes away from Melanie's pussy and cleared his throat.
"Don't mind me. I just need to grab..." Frank pointed to Deanne's purse and hurried over to the count to grab it. It finally dawned on him that Andy looked horrified... and scared.
"Frank, you are staring again," Melanie said huskily and Frank quickly averted his head with an apology.
"I can't wait to taste this salad. Oh and Andy," he added softly, "I won't say a word. To anyone. Relax and forget I ever dropped in." With that, he was gone and Melanie looked worriedly up at Andy who had been stock still the entire time he was in the kitchen. She was afraid that Andy would run again. To her surprise, Andy was smiling as she wiggled her fingers inside Melanie's tight pussy. Melanie jumped and moaned before laughingly swatting Andy's hand away.
"You little nymph. I suppose we should finish out salad before they get back!"
"What we can salvage of it," Andy laughed, sliding her fingers slowly out of Melanie with a wet pop. She licked and sucked every drop of girl cum off of her fingers with a happy sigh. The sight made Melanie shiver and wish desperately that they were alone. She would love to return the favor and fuck Andy senseless.
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