“Oh, quite well actually.” Loraleigh’s eyes twinkled over one shoulder at her as she went towards the walk-in closet. “You really don’t remember me, do you?” She asked, her eyes losing their twinkle and turning a dull blue gray color.
“Huh?” Melanie stared at her in shock. She’d never met the woman in her life.
“We went to high school together, but you don’t remember me.”
“What’s your last name?”
“Bailey.”
Melanie went through names and faces mentally before her mind latched onto a vision of long plaid skirts, with long-sleeved white blouses or sweaters, no jewelry, no make-up, and eyeglasses that had huge red frames.
“You’re Loraleigh Bailey? Loraleigh the geek?” The kids had been awful to Loraleigh when they’d been in high school, teasing her about her old fashioned clothes, and her waist length braid.
“Yup, that’s me.”
“No way! What happened to you? You’re gorgeous now!”
“Changed my whole look when grandma died after I turned nineteen.”
“Boy, I guess. I would never have recognized you if you hadn’t just told me.”
“Yeah, well you can’t catch any hot women, looking like I did.”
Melanie’s brain burned at the words, women?
“Uh, don’t you mean guys?”
"Nope. I’m like you Melanie, I prefer my own sex.” With those word Loraleigh shucked her coat and reached down to lift her sweatshirt over her head.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Melanie asked as small bare breasts were revealed to her eyes with tiny blush brown nipples.
“Oh, I need to try something on and make sure it still fits before we go.” When she leaned down to untie her tennis shoes, her small breasts hung like ripe fruit and Melanie’s mouth watered to taste them.
A minute or so later after that, she toed off her shoes and socks before shimmying out of her skin tight black jeans. Lord have mercy, she’s wearing a thong.
The firm globes of Loraleigh’s perfect ass were parted by a bright red thong. “This won’t take long.”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Yeah, please don’t stop. Keep that beautiful bare ass, bare. God, what am I thinking? She’s my replacement for Christ’s sake.
When Loraleigh bent down to pick something up off the floor of the walk in closet, Melanie groaned as soaked pale blond fur and wet pussy lips peeked out the edges of Loraleigh’s underwear.
“Are you okay?” Melanie heard Loraleigh’s husky voice from a distance. She looked up.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You made a sound.”
“Yup, nope, uh, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me you just keep doing what you’re doing.” Oh, please God, keep doing it. If those pink, wet pussy lips are any indication, she’s getting off on this as much as I am. I wonder what she tastes like? Melanie’s cunt clenched at the thought of licking Loraleigh’s pussy until she flowed like a river.
“Fuck it.”
Huh?
“Look, I’m going to tell you something. If I’m way off base here, just tell me.”
When Loraleigh turned and wrung her hands together looking like anything but her brash self, Melanie’s stomach dropped. “Go ahead.”
Here it is. Here’s where she tells me she heard me groan and she just likes me as friend.
“Well…oh, this is harder than I thought. I’ve rehearsed it a hundred times in my head, but now that I’ve got the chance to say it, the words just won’t come out.”
“It’s okay, Loraleigh. You don’t have to tell me anything. I’ll go wait for you downstairs.” Melanie started to sit up but then Loraleigh raced over to her and knelt between her knees looking up at her, her ice blue eyes swimming in tears.
“What? No, that’s not what I mean. I’m sorry this is just so hard for me. Please stay. I want to tell you, I do, I just have to work up to it.”
What the hell does she want to tell me? If she’s not getting ready to tell me to take a hike, then what?
Loraleigh stood. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Okay, I can do this.” Melanie heard her say.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me Loraleigh.”
“I’m in love with you!” Loraleigh blurted out as she paced in front of Melanie.
“What?” Melanie shouted.
“Oh, that’s not how I wanted to say this.” Tears flowed out of eyes that had turned blue gray with distress.
“Loraleigh, you don’t even know me.”
“But I do. Don’t you remember? You helped me learn the flute in our freshman year. You were the only girl that was ever nice to me. I used to follow you around all the time. You teased me about it.” Melanie watched as Loraleigh’s lip curled up on one side and her right shoulder shrugged as she hugged herself with thin arms across bare breasts, the rose-brown nipples peaking out.
Melanie wracked her brains for memories of the woman in front of her. Suddenly, a memory of helping the skinny blond hold her flute just right popped into her head flashed in memory. “Well yeah, now that you mention it I vaguely remember helping you hold your flute, and you hanging around my friends. Are you saying that was because of me?”
(c) Copyright 2011 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.
