The lunch bell finally rang, and Melody was anxious to see Becky. She had hardly paid attention in her trigonometry class, focusing mainly on the slow-moving hands of the clock hanging over the chalkboard. Though excited, Melody waited five minutes, wanting Becky to be seated before she made her entrance. After getting to the cafeteria, Melody looked through the large glass windows to see Becky eating by herself. Melody then entered through the double doors and walked slowly towards her. She was still at least ten feet away when Becky looked up.
“Melody?”
“Hi Becky,” Melody said as she sat down.
Becky remained silent, but her eyes were screaming.
“How is your day going so far?” Melody asked.
“Pretty good,” Becky answered. Upon seeing the desire in Becky’s eyes, Melody was pleased with herself.
“How did you get your hair to do that?” Becky asked.
“This?” Melody asked innocently. “I’ve been listening to a lot of Lita Ford lately and wanted to try something different. Do you like it?”
Becky ignored the question. “Your mother actually let you come to school like this today?”
“No, we had a huge fight.” Melody answered coyly. “Tell me, do you work today?”
“I got a quick shift, just four to seven. You?”
“Not until tomorrow,” Melody answered. “Tell you what. Since I am off today, and you only have your bicycle, how about I drop you off and pick you up? Just throw the bike in the back seat like we did during summer.”
“What about volleyball practice?” Becky asked.
“I can skip a day,” Melody answered.
Becky was neither stupid nor naive, she knew Melody was up to something. She had to be. There was no way in hell Melody’s mother would let her leave the house looking like she had just stepped out of a RATT video. Baffled, yet intrigued, Becky decided to play along.
“Thanks,” Becky said. “You don’t mind?”
“Not at all! What are best friends for?”
Melody shot a smile at Becky, melting her heart instantly. Becky knew what Melody was trying to do, and it was working. Melody had been paying attention all these years and knew her all too well. Becky now felt uncomfortable sitting in the cafeteria, seeing Melody the exact way she had always looked in her fantasies. The breathy voice, the sexy mannerisms, the makeup, the nail polish, the clothes, and now her hair, Melody had pulled out all the stops and was firing her biggest guns. Becky had no idea why Melody was torturing her like this. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. She wished she had her camera. She wished she could strip naked and fall to her knees in front of her. When the bell finally rang, Becky leapt out of her seat and practically ran out the double glass doors. She didn’t even hear Melody say, “See you in Spanish!”
Before Spanish class, Melody used the bathroom mirror in auto shop. Mondays were usually book work only and simply served as an introduction of what would be worked on for the rest of the week. She was glad today was no different. She reapplied her lipstick and checked herself out. Satisfied with her appearance, she was ready to give Becky round two.
Melody got to Spanish class and sat down next to Becky who now refused to look at her. Melody expected as much, knowing Becky was turned on and couldn’t do anything about it. Melody also knew there was nothing Becky wanted more than to get her nose out of that Spanish book and stare at her. As was her custom, Mrs. Gonzales started class just as the second bell rang. She stood in front of the class and looked everyone over. An exercise she particularly enjoyed was calling upon individual students to ask a question or make an observation. Melody, hoping she would be noticed, was third.
In Spanish, Mrs. Gonzales said, “Melody, I see you tried a new look today.”
Melody smiled and answered in Spanish, rolling her “Rs” with great emphasis. “Thank you for noticing. I wanted to look like a rock star today.”
Later, Melody volunteered to go up to the chalkboard to correct the three mistakes in a paragraph Mrs. Gonzales had written. As she strutted to the front of the class, Becky’s face reddened when the boy behind her whispered, “Sweet Jesus!” As Melody made the corrections, she knew Becky was staring at her backside. When Melody finished, she returned to her seat slowly, swaying her hips as best she could. She answered two more questions in Spanish and was rather enjoying herself. She found it great fun to play the part of a tease and hoped Becky was in sweet agony.
As soon as the bell rang, Melody said, “OK Love, go get your bike and meet me at the car.” She then walked out of the classroom leaving Becky stunned.
By the time Becky loaded her bicycle into the back of the Aspen and got into the front passenger seat, she was furious. For Melody, this would be the longest part of the day. She wished Becky had the day off and could just go straight home with her.
***
“What’s your problem today? Why are you acting like this?” Becky asked as Melody pulled into traffic.
“Acting like what?” Melody asked innocently.
“Like some bitch whose shit don’t stink,” Becky blurted.
“Baby! I thought you of all people would like the way I looked today.”
“You made a spectacle of yourself! Every guy in class needed a bib!”
Melody giggled.
As they pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot, Melody began to wonder if perhaps she had laid it on too thick. She began to second guess herself as Becky stopped talking. For the first time, Melody could sense she was truly unhappy with her. She wondered if dressing up for school had been a mistake. Her head was swimming with thoughts as she pulled up to the side door to let Becky out.
“See you at seven,” Becky said bitterly, slamming the door. She did not even look back as she walked inside. Melody circled the parking lot, exited, and drove home. The only insurance she had of seeing Becky again was her bicycle in the back seat, but Melody suddenly feared Becky could possibly be mad enough to catch a ride with somebody else. Back at her house, Melody quickly did her homework, reapplied whatever makeup she thought necessary, checked her hair, and waited in front of the TV. It was a long ninety minutes. At ten minutes to seven, Melody ran out the door, jumped into the car, and raced back to McDonald’s.
***
“How was work?” Melody asked as Becky got into the front seat.
“Just take me home,” Becky answered.
Melody had been afraid Becky would still be upset with her, so she dropped the sex kitten act. She drove in silence and said nothing until Becky caught on that they were going the wrong way.
“Where are we going?” Becky demanded in a voice meant to let Melody know she was still annoyed with her.
“My house,” Melody answered meekly.
“Why?”
Melody did not answer. She was nervous now, fearing she had ruined her own plan that could not have been more perfect. All she had to do was get Becky into the house. If she could accomplish that, everything else would fall into place. Melody turned onto Prairie Ronde, and then Florence. When she got to her house, she killed the ignition, noticing only then that she was taking short nervous breaths.
“I have shit to do. I can’t stay long,” Becky said as she got out of the car.
“It’ll only take a minute,” Melody mumbled, leading Becky up the walkway.
Becky immediately noticed Melody unlocking the front door. She found that odd, considering her mother always seemed to be home. When they entered the kitchen, Melody asked, “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you,” Becky answered defiantly with her arms crossed. “What do you want?”
“Go up to my room real quick. I’ll be right up. I got to get something out of the living room.”
Becky looked around the kitchen briefly and asked, “Where’s your mother?”
“She isn’t feeling well, she’s in her room asleep. Please be quiet going up the stairs,” Melody answered on the fly.
With a huff, Becky entered the hallway, turned at the stairs, and headed towards Melody’s room. As soon as Becky began ascending the stairs and was out of sight, Melody rushed to the living room. She undressed quickly, leaving her clothing scattered on the couch. Within moments, she was completely nude, wearing nothing but the half-heart charm around her neck. She reentered the kitchen, locked the front door, and walked down the hallway. When Melody reached the stairs, she paused. With her heart pounding, she felt a little light-headed. Melody put her foot on the first step knowing there was no turning back, she had pushed it too far today. If she backed out of this now, she would lose Becky forever. Melody stomped up the stairs in her bare feet, hoping Becky could hear her. The door to her bedroom was halfway open when Melody entered. Becky was sitting on the edge of the bed. At the sight of Melody, Becky’s jaw dropped as her eyes widened. Seeing her shocked face, Melody regained her confidence.
“What are you doing?” Becky asked.
Melody remained silent and took a step forward.
Becky looked her up and down but would not allow her feelings of desire to show. Melody was still the girl of her fantasies, perfect in every way, even if she had been a bit of a bitch today. Caught completely off-guard, Becky now demanded to know what was going on.
“Is your mother home?” Becky asked.
“She’s in Kalamazoo until tomorrow,” Melody answered, taking another step.
“Where’s your father?”
“Probably in Tennessee or Kentucky by now.”
Melody continued to move closer until she stood right in front of Becky. Again, she paused, just long enough for Becky’s eyes to drink her in. Melody slowly reached down and took Becky’s hand. She pulled it toward her gently, indicating to Becky that she wanted her to stand up. Still in disbelief, Becky stood.
“This has got to be a joke,” Becky thought. “This is not happening. Why is she fucking with me?” While Becky was lost in thought, Melody gave her a soft kiss on the lips and began to undo her belt.
“Melody?” Becky asked.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
Melody looked into her eyes as she pulled her belt out of the loops. She knew Becky loved her eyes and was falling under their spell again. “I’m doing what you’ve always wanted me to do.”
Melody untucked and raised Becky’s red McDonald’s shirt over her head. When it was off, she threw it on her rocking chair. Melody then removed her bra and tossed it in the same general direction. She kissed Becky again, longer this time. Becky accepted her tongue as her own arms hung motionlessly by her sides. Next, Melody began kissing Becky’s neck, then her breasts. She lowered herself more, leaving a trail of kisses until she reached the top snap of Becky’s trousers. Melody knelt before her and began untying Becky’s shoes. Becky raised her feet one at a time, allowing Melody to remove her shoes and socks. Melody then unbuttoned Becky’s pants and lowered the zipper. Still on her knees, she clutched the inside of Becky’s pants with her bright red nails. She pulled them down slowly, savoring the moment, hoping Becky had forgiven her behavior at school. After her pants were off, Becky stood before her in a pair of red panties. Melody wanted the moment to last, but her own excitement was beginning to get the best of her as her self-control began to slip away. Melody put her fingertips into the waistband of Becky’s panties and pulled them down as slowly as she could without stopping. Melody noticed small, quick quivers in Becky’s thighs as her knees shook, exciting her even more. When Becky’s panties were finally down around her ankles, Becky stepped out of them as Melody stood back up.
“I’m sorry you had to wait so long,” Melody whispered.
“Is this for real?” Becky asked in bewilderment.
“Very real.”
Becky’s body trembled as fear overtook her. Melody felt empowered, having finally turned the tables. This was not another summer night in the back of the car when she was forced to set boundaries. Here in her room, without fear of parents or God, Melody imagined herself a lioness about to pounce on her prey, and she liked it. As Becky cowered, Melody relished her fear. Finally, she spoke, seductively, maintaining her control.
“I’m sorry I upset you today,” Melody said in her breathy voice. “That’s not what I was trying to do.”
“I know that now.”
“I have something to tell you,” Melody said as she placed both her hands on Becky’s shoulders.
“What?”
Seemingly at will, Melody instantly changed the appearance of her magical eyes. Becky watched as the seductive eyes of a temptress, turned vulnerable and soft. Melody let Becky get lost in them just long enough before saying the words she could no longer hold back.
“I love you, Becky.”
Becky’s face froze and became lifeless as she stood in shock. Melody disappeared as her mind took her back to when she was four years old. Becky now saw her angry mother and again heard the hurtful words that had broken her heart. “You’re a bad girl! A mistake! You should have been aborted and thrown in the trash!” Her eyes moistened as the merciful image of Melody returned.
“No one’s ever said that to me before,” Becky admitted with shame in her voice.
“I know,” Melody said. “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I was scared. I’m not scared anymore.”
“I love you too, Melody. I’ve loved you for such a long time,” Becky said as her fears and suspicions disappeared.
“I know you do,” Melody said.
Melody leaned in to kiss her. It was perhaps the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. Melody was overcome as she felt Becky’s tears running down her own cheeks. Slowly, Melody moved one hand down from Becky’s shoulder and momentarily stopped at her elbow. She continued, tracing her forearm with her fingertips down to her wrist. Positioning her own hand over Becky’s, Melody tightened her grip and guided Becky’s hand towards her. A shiver ran up Melody’s spine and goose pimples formed on her thighs the moment Becky touched her between the legs.
Becky, as if suddenly waking from a dream, snatched her hand away and broke the kiss. She put her palm against the pocket of Melody’s shoulder and pushed her away. “Melody, wait!”
“We’ve waited long enough.”
“What about all that stuff you said on the bench?” Becky asked. “Aren’t you sinning?”
“Forget about that,” Melody answered.
“No, I won’t forget about it. You were so upset that night, worrying about everything the Bible said. This isn’t like you. What changed? What about God?”
As soon as she mentioned God, Becky beheld the raging eyes of a girl who could no longer control herself. The sweet and gentle softness disappeared from the angelic face Becky had adored for so long. With a frightening savagery, Melody bared her teeth and screamed, “I don’t care what God thinks!”
With that, Melody threw herself at her. Becky landed on her back and sank into the mattress under the full weight of Melody. Before she could recover or say a word of protest, Melody grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head sideways, and bit down hard on her neck, making Becky wince in pain. She managed to throw Melody off of her, but as Becky sat up, Melody charged her again. This time, however, Becky had enough time to react. She caught Melody in a bear hug and the two toppled towards the headboard, wrapped in each other’s clutches. As if the bed had suddenly been charged with a current of high voltage electricity, the girls came alive. After years of sexual tension and confusion, their hungers were finally unleashed.
They were awkward at first, too eager to satisfy each other. After the initial violence that Melody had started, they calmed down and explored each other in places that had never been touched by another. Melody was an enthusiastic pupil as Becky demonstrated what she had seen in her magazines. As their writhing bodies continuously changed positions, everything felt natural to both of them. They shared complete trust as they offered themselves to each other without reluctancy. Their hearts understood perfectly what their minds and bodies were only just beginning to comprehend. The more pleasure Melody received from Becky, the more she wanted to give. Their excitement grew as sensations from deep within them reached new heights and peaked. When they could no longer hold the intense pressure building inside them, there was a great release. After they both achieved incredibly strong orgasms, they finally collapsed onto one another, heaving, and covered with sweat.
They snuggled as they kissed each other’s cheeks and foreheads. Melody closed her eyes as she felt her heart rate return to normal. She wished both the moment and these wonderful new feelings could last forever. Becky traced Melody’s lips with her fingertip and then ran her hand through her damp hair as sweat continued to bead on her forehead. Melody opened her eyes.
“I never guessed it could be anything like that,” Melody admitted.
“That was incredible,” Becky agreed. “You were amazing.”
“I’m only as good as my teacher.”
They kissed again and lay still for a few moments longer.
“Will it always be like this?” Melody asked.
“I want it to be.”
“I do too.”
“But I better get going,” Becky said with disappointment. “It’s getting late.”
Melody hugged her tighter. “Stay.”
“I can’t, Honey. I still have homework and you wore me out. I could sleep for a week.”
“Want to take a shower?” Melody offered.
Becky sat up and laughed. “Honey, if I take a shower, you’re taking one with me, then I’ll be here until morning.” She got up and began gathering her clothes. Melody kissed her on the cheek and went downstairs to get dressed.
As Melody drove Becky home she asked, “Your parents gonna say anything?”
“They could care less where I am,” Becky huffed. “Besides, they know your car, they will think I was either studying or working late with you.”
Melody pulled up to the curb and looked over at Becky after the car stopped. “I really do love you,” she said. “From this moment on, it’s going to be different. I’m yours… completely.”
Becky nodded and returned her gaze. “I love you too, Melody. Tonight, I am the happiest girl in the world!”
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