by Alex Tryst

Disclaimers: See Part 1

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Dedications: To my wife, you are my fondest wish.

Copyright © May 1998 by Alex Tryst. All Rights Reserved.

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A few days later Melanie and Reagan had gone out for lunch together. During their conversation Reagan mentioned, "You know, I never received a bill for your friend's car. What's going on with that?"

"Oh, well her parents were going to get her a new car for graduation anyway, so they decided not to bother fixing it."

"Oh? Well, you've worked all the hours to pay off my car. You don't have to keep coming into the office then."

"I know, but I enjoy it. I like being there. I like being with you."

"Well, I like having you around too, but I do have to work. Since you're no longer under any obligations, can we cut back your hours at least? How about twice a week?"

"I don't want to cut back on hours. I won't get to see you as much."

"Well, not at work, but we'll still see each other. I want to still see you. I mean in the past month I've met you and Rob, and after last week when I told him that we could only be friends, I don't know if he'll stick around. I want you to stay around, though."

Melanie smiled at Reagan's comment about Rob. "Okay." she consented. A few minutes later Melanie asked, "I was wondering if I could ask something of you. My Spring Break is in about a month, and I really can't afford to go anywhere, but the dorms close. Do you think it would be possible for me to crash at your place? I promise I'll be the perfect house guest, cook, clean, whatever."

"Sure. That's no problem at all. I've got plenty of space."

When the time came for Melanie's Spring Break, things had become more tense between them, even though they hadn't progressed any farther than the evening in the snow. Reagan sensed something would happen while Melanie was staying with her, but she wasn't sure what or how she would feel about it. On the second night she was there, Reagan fixed them fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken and Caesar salad for dinner. Melanie insisted they have the lights dimmer than usual, so what began as an ordinary meal turned into an intimate dinner as they sipped their white wine. They hardly spoke during the meal, but their eyes expressed more than words ever could. When they had finished eating, Reagan washed the dishes. She was just wiping her hands afterwards on a towel when she felt Melanie's arms encircle her waist.

"Dinner was so wonderful. Thank you."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it." Reagan said turning around, so they were facing each other. "That's one of my favorite meals." Melanie began to play with Reagan's shoulder length hair. "Would you like some dessert?" Reagan inquired as Melanie looked into her eyes. She nodded seductively. Reagan could feel the wine coming over her, urging her to lower her guard. Feeling flirtatious Reagan slipped her arms around Melanie's back as she whispered, "What would you like?" Melanie gave a small grin as she leaned up and at the same time pulled Reagan's head down slightly until their lips met softly. When Melanie pulled away, Regan breathlessly asked, "What was that for?"

"Because I think I'm in love with you, Reagan, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Taken by surprise Reagan smiled nervously. Her head was spinning out of control as her heart pounded harder. "That's the first time you've ever called me Reagan."

"Reagan, I love you." Melanie whispered causing Reagan to smile again. It had been such a long time since anyone had said that to her. "Do you feel the same? Do you love me?"

Reagan looked away from Melanie's brown eyes. She wasn't prepared to talk about her feelings. When Reagan didn't answer, Melanie pulled away from her and excused herself from the room. Reagan heard her bound up the staircase.

Melanie went into the guest bedroom where her things were and collapsed onto the bed. About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and then Reagan entered. She stood at the foot of the bed. "Melanie, I'm sorry. I just have never felt like this in my life, and I don't understand why I'm feeling this way. I find myself thinking about you at all hours of the day, and at night I inevitably fall asleep thinking of your beautiful face. No man has ever made me feel this way. I've never been so stuck on one person in my life. I thought I knew what love was, but since being with you, I don't know anymore. I do know that I like having you around, and when you're not, I wish you were." Melanie stood and came to Reagan, embracing her. "I love the way your body feels against mine." Reagan confessed as her lips lightly grazed the top of Melanie's ear. "It's so small and warm. I feel like my whole body could envelope you."

"I like it too. I love it when you hold me like that night in the snow, just like you're doing now." Melanie whispered.

Reagan felt Melanie's mouth on her neck. It brought tears to her eyes. Reagan whimpered softly before their eyes met. "You have no idea how that makes me feel." Reagan moaned.

"Oh, but I do. I love feeling your heart starting to race. It turns me on." Melanie growled wantonly.

Reagan moaned again. "Your voice is so sexy."

"Reagan, I think you're sexy." Melanie whispered. Their mouths began to hover over each other but not touching until Melanie softly begged, "Please." Their mouths met again, and Melanie parted Reagan's lips with her tongue, gently thrusting into her mouth. Reagan tightened her embrace around Melanie's waist feeling Melanie pull her head in deeper. When they broke away Melanie mumbled, "Damn, you can kiss too. Is there anything you can't do?"

Reagan gave a sexy grin. "I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself. I have and idea. Why don't we go curl up downstairs and watch a movie?"

"How about we stay here and go to bed?" suggested Melanie seductively.

Reagan gave a small nervous laugh. "Oh, honey. I'm not sure I'd know how to please you. Besides, I don't think I'm ready. How about we compromise by watching a movie in bed?"

"Can I pick the movie?"

"Sure. I'll go get us snacks. What do you want?" Reagan asked pulling away.

"Just you." answer Melanie with a grin. Reagan flushed as she returned the smile.

When she got back from the kitchen, Melanie had settled into Regan's bed already and was anxiously waiting. Reagan noted that Melanie had changed into her night clothes, so after putting down their drinks, she changed in her bathroom. Coming back to the bed, she was met with a smile.

Melanie extended a hand to her. "Come sit here." she said patting the spot between her legs. Reagan did and then Melanie pulled her into a reclining position, so Reagan's back was resting against Melanie's chest.

As they began the movie, Reagan realized that it was about a woman discovering her identity. During the intimate scenes, Reagan became aware of Melanie's hands on her back, shoulders, and hair. Melanie's body seemed to be growing warmer, and Reagan found herself wondering if Melanie was thinking about her. When the movie was over, Melanie asked, "Are you ready for another movie?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Great. However, I will say this next one is a bit more intense."

"More intense? How?"

"The suspense, well, and the sex is a bit more explicit." answered Melanie getting off the bed.

Reagan watched her walk to the VCR and put in another tape. Tilting her head to one side, she could barely make out the fact that Melanie was naked underneath her extemely short yet loose shorts. Melanie turned to see Reagan's head tilted.

"What are you doing?" she asked pretending not to know.

"Nothing." Reagan answered innocently.

Melanie gave a sly grin as she came back to the bed. For the second movie, they switched positions, so Melanie was sitting between Reagan's legs. Reagan wrapped her arms around Melanie's waist, but Melanie gently slid Reagan's hands under her tank top so they were on her bare stomach.

Melanie was indeed right about the second movie. Reagan found herself watching a scene of two women in bed that left nothing to the imagination. She felt Melanie's body stir restlessly, which Reagan was surprised to find aroused her. She found herself wanting to touch Melanie's body in places she'd never dared think about until now. Pushing Melanie's hair to one side, Reagan softly began to kiss the back of her neck as one hand ventured up to the edge of one breast.

"Reagan," Melanie moaned softly as her eyes closed. She had waited for such a long time for this that her body was aching to be adored. Reagan's hand glided along the curvature of Melanie's breasts before cupping one. It was so soft and firm it made Reagan groan as she found herself wanting to kiss them.

Not able to stand it any longer, Melanie repositioned her body so she was sitting sideways between Reagan's legs. Her mouth anxiously met Reagan's as her hands worked open the buttons on Reagan's flannel night shirt. When Reagan felt Melanie's hand caressing her chest and shoulders, she tore her mouth from Melanie's as she gave a whimper. Melanie attacked her neck as she managed to push Reagan into a lying position.

Reagan couldn't believe this was happening to her. "Melanie, wait." she whispered causing Melanie to look up. "Look, sweetie. I really need to slow down. This is overwhelming for me."

Melanie lowered her head as she tried to apologize. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget that it can be overwhelming."

Reagan pulled Melanie's body down on top of hers, and Melanie put her head next to Reagan's on the pillow. "Melanie, I would like to be everything you ever wanted me to be, but I need time. I've never felt like this. I've never wanted or desired to please someone else as much as I want to please you. I want to fulfill your dreams. There's no doubt in my mind about that."

They were silent a few minutes before Melanie mentioned, "You know, I've always had this fantasy of being with an older, sexy, intelligent, wealthy woman. She'd take care of me financially, but in return, I'd take care of here in every other way and make her feel like a queen."

"That sounds wonderful." Reagan answered.

"Does it?" Melanie inquired lifting her head.

Reagan tucked some of Melanie's hair behind her ear as she softly asked, "Who wouldn't want to come home to your beautiful face everyday?" Melanie blushed.

That night Melanie slept with Reagan at Reagan's invitation. When Reagan awoke to go to work the following morning, she found Melanie curled up with her head on Reagan's chest. Reagan gently slid out of bed, so she wouldn't disturb Melanie and went downstairs. Leisurely she fed J.R. and then read the paper with a cup of coffee. When she went back upstairs to shower, she found herself gazing at Melanie sound asleep, and Reagan felt at peace.

Melanie finally awoke around 11:00am that morning. She was just watching television when the phone rang. After debating on whether to answer it, she picked it up saying, "Charleston residence."

"Uh, hi, this is Janette. Is Reagan at home?"

"No, she's not. May I take a message?"

"Would this happen to be Melanie?"

Surprised Melanie answered, "Yes, it is."

"Well, I'm Janette, Reagan's sister-in-law. I've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" she asked once again surprised.

"Oh, yeah. Reagan talks about you all the time. The woman adores you."

"She does? Well, that's nice."

"Listen, could you give her a message for me? Could you tell her that we'll be there on Friday afternoon?"

"Uh, sure. Okay."

On Friday Reagan came home from work at lunch time to prepare for her family's visit. When she walked in, she heard the stereo on louder than usual and singing coming from the kitchen. Reagan walked toward it and peeked around the corner to see Melanie cleaning the counter tops. Reagan watched and listened to her for several minutes. Finally making her presence known, she said, "Hey. What are you doing?"

"Oh, hi. I figured I'd straighten up for you, because you work so hard. The last thing you should have to do is come home and clean."

Reagan dropped her briefcase and coat to embrace Melanie. "You're too good to me. You know, I was standing there listening to you for awhile. You have an incredible voice."

"Thank you." Melanie blushed as they kissed lightly. When Reagan pulled away and started for the refrigerator, Melanie asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?" Reagan turned to see Melanie holding her briefcase and coat. "I just cleaned this floor. Why don't you put these where they belong?" she teased.

Reagan smiled. "A tough girl, huh? Trying to run my house for me?" She took the briefcase out of Melanie's hand and tossed it on the floor again before throwing the coat. She then pulled Melanie by the waist to her. "Maybe I should show you who's the boss." Reagan stated leaning down and kissing her passionately. Then she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks dropping them into a pile. Reagan began to unbutton her dress shirt as she said, "I'll put anything on this floor that I want."

Melanie's eyes flashed with excitement as Reagan ripped her shirt off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in only a t-shirt and slacks. Reagan reached for Melanie's top and pulled it off as well. Then Reagan sat Melanie up on the counter and forced her body between Melanie's legs as she dove into Melanie's neck. "What's gotten into you?" Melanie gasped feeling Reagan kissing the slopes of her breasts. Melanie ran her hands through Reagan's hair pulling Reagan's head deeper into her chest as she wrapped her legs around Reagan's waist. Picking her up once again, Reagan moved Melanie to the floor. The cold tile bit Melanie's bare back sending shivers up her spine.

"You all right?" Reagan whispered.

"I'm just cold."

Reagan's leg nestled between Melanie's. "Seem warm to me." Reagan growled.

Melanie tore at Reagan's t-shirt until it came off and then pulled off Reagan's bra. She then got her own off before pulling Reagan's body down onto hers. The feeling of their bare skin touching made both of them groan. Suddenly Reagan's cell phone in her back pocket began to ring. Reagan reached for it, but Melanie stopped her.

"I have to answer it. It might be the office." Reagan sat up on her knees still straddling Melanie. Melanie proceeded to unbuckle Reagan's belt as Reagan pulled the phone from her pocket. "Hello." she said feeling Melanie undoing her pants.

"Hey, it's me." Rob said.

"Hey, Rob."

As soon as Melanie heard who it was, her hands jumped away from Reagan's zipper like she had touched a hot stove. She sat up and began caressing Reagan's breasts with her hands as she whispered, "Say good bye to Rob. Hang up."

Reagan ignored her however, so Melanie took the phone from her and hung up on him.

"Melanie, I was talking to someone." Reagan growled in annoyance. The phone rang again as Melanie held it. Reagan took it out of Melanie's hand and after a moment of deliberation answered it. Immediately Melanie slid out from Reagan's legs and walked away. Reagan heard her rush upstairs. "Look, Rob. This isn't a good time for me to talk. Can I get back to you, say on Monday?"

Once Reagan hung up the phone, she went upstairs not even bothering to pick up their clothes off the kitchen floor. She went into the bedroom where she heard the shower running. Going into the bathroom, Reagan said, "Melanie, I'm sorry."

"Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you!"

"Well, I want to talk to you." Melanie didn't answer, so Reagan took off her pants and opened the shower door. Stepping in she said, "I figured this was the only way you'd talk to me." Melanie didn't say anything at first as her eyes roamed over Reagan's body. They had never been completely naked together. Melanie took in a short breath. "Come here." Reagan demanded sliding an arm around Melanie's waist. Kissing Melanie's neck, Reagan whispered, "Forgive me?"

"Uh huh." Melanie barely responded.

They showered slowly every once in a while stopping to kiss or caress each other. Following their shower they fell asleep holding each other. Reagan awoke later to Melanie nudging her. "Reagan, wake up. Someone's at the door."

Reagan looked at the clock. "Oh, shit! That's probably them!" Reagan threw on her robe and bound down to the door. "Hey! Sorry, I was in the shower, and I guess Melanie is asleep. Come on in."

"Melanie's here?" Janette asked seeing the two boys attacking either of Reagan's legs. After everyone hugged Reagan went back upstairs to get dressed. A few minutes later she and Melanie both came downstairs. Once introductions were over, Reagan began to play with the kids on the floor as Janette and Richard talked to Melanie.

That night the children went to bed early and then Richard and Janette thought it best if they went to sleep too being so tired from their trip. Reagan consulted her watch once she and Melanie were alone. "Well, it's 10:00. We should probably go to sleep, because the kids get up really early. I should get my pillows and blanket."

"I wish you'd sleep upstairs with me." Melanie said.

"Honey, I can't this time. By the way, what did you do with the clothes on the kitchen floor?"

"I didn't do anything. I thought you moved them."

"No, I didn't. Well, let's go to bed."

Reagan slept on the couch in the den, but she was restless. She really wanted to be upstairs in bed with Melanie. Not being able to sleep, she went into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. She was eating when she heard movement on the front staircase, and then Melanie appeared wearing only Reagan's robe. "What are you doing up?" Reagan asked.

"Missing you. I couldn't sleep." Melanie straddled Reagan's legs so they were sitting face to face. They both ate some of Reagan's sandwich as they talked. Finally Melanie said, "Please come up to bed with me. I want you."

"Oh, you know I can't, Melanie."

Melanie then untied the robe and pulled it off her shoulders asking, "Not even these could change your mind?"

Reagan brought a hand to Melanie's bare breasts and gently stroked them as they began kissing. A few minutes passed before Melanie begged, "Reagan, please take me to bed." Reagan opened her eyes to respond but jumped when she saw Janette standing there with Lizzie in her arms.

When Reagan jumped it caused Melanie to turn around and notice Janette. Quickly pulling the robe over her shoulders, she stood saying, "Well, I guess I'm going to go back to bed now. Good night, Reagan."

Once Melanie was gone, Janette fumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know-I was just trying to get Lizzie back to sleep. Had I known you two would be-"

"Janette, I'm sorry you had to walk in on that. I thought everyone was asleep." Reagan mumbled in embarrassment.

"No. It's your house. I just didn't know. I suspected it today when we arrived, but I didn't know for sure."

"What made you suspicious?"

"I found the clothes on the kitchen floor. I picked them up before Richard saw them. Then when you and Melanie came downstairs, you both had wet hair and looked like we has awakened you. Reagan, I just want what makes you happy. If this is what it is, then so be it. I don't think you should have to pretend to be something you're not. You don't have to hide it from us."

"I'm not hiding. I just don't know what's going on, and I am concerned about the kids. They wouldn't understand if they saw Melanie and me together."

"Richard and I strongly believe in not sheltering the children from things that are different. Bad yes, but different, no. If this is the way it is, if this is who you are, then the kids will still love you. True, they might not be capable of understanding right now, but by the time they can, they'll be used to it. The only thing I want to know is, which one of us is going to tell Richard? Do you want me to tell him or are you going to let him figure it out on his own?"

"I'm not ready to tell him. Things just started with Melanie. I don't even know if this will last."

Janette nodded. "Well," she said cracking a smile, "you looked pretty content to me when I came down here, and it's obvious Melanie is in love with you. She makes you happy. That has to count for something." Reagan nodded.

The next morning Reagan was awakened by Alex jumping on her. "Aunt Rea, good morning."

Reagan slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Hey, sport." she mumbled ruffling his hair.

"I wanna watch cartoons." he said.

"Okay. Hand me the remote." As soon as they got the television on, Rich, Jr. came downstairs and joined them. Reagan was exhausted but did her best to stay awake until she saw Richard.

"Rea, you look really tired. Why don't you go back to sleep while I fix these guys some pancakes?"

Reagan went upstairs sleepily and opened her bedroom door. There she saw Melanie asleep holding one of her pillows tightly. Reagan went to the bed and caressed Melanie's face. Melanie smiled in her sleep. Instead of going back to bed, Reagan decided to just get dressed for the day, so she could spend more time with the kids.

By the time she had gotten back downstairs, Janette and Lizzie were up as well. Reagan and Janette's eyes locked in a long silence. "Good morning." Janette finally said. "Melanie still asleep?"

Reagan nodded without a word. "Rea, what's wrong? Is something going on that I need to know about?" Richard asked seeing his wife and sister's eyes locked in silent discussion.

Reagan knew it would be best if she told him, so she said, "Yeah. We need to talk, little brother. Why don't we go take J.R. for his morning walk?"

Richard looked at his wife before slowly saying, "Okay, just let me go get my shoes."

When they got outside, Reagan was quiet for a few minutes. "Look, Richard, there's something I've got to tell you, but I'm not sure how."

Richard smiled inquiring, "Does this have to do with Melanie?"

The surprised look on Reagan's face gave her away. "How'd you know? Did Janette say something to you?"

"No. Do you and my wife think that I'm that dense, though? Come on, Reagan. Give me some credit here. How long has it been going on?"

"A few weeks. Richard, I've just never felt this way before. I don't really understand what's happening or how I'm feeling. The only thing I know is that she makes me happy."

Richard smiled again as he asked, "That's all that matters, isn't it?"

Reagan gave a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you think so. I just wanted you to hear it from me instead of Janette or figuring it out on your own."

"Look, sis, I don't really care who you date as long as you're happy. I must admit, though, that she seems awfully young. How old is she?"

"Oh, a cradle robber." he joked. "Well, whatever makes you happy. I'm just glad to see you smiling again. You always had worked too much. Maybe this will help you realize there's more to life than work. She seems to have had a great influence on you already."

"Well, like I said I'm not sure about it, but I am happy."

Richard reached out and gave Reagan a one arm hug before suggesting, "Why don't we go get some pancakes before the boys devour them?"

On Sunday evening Reagan took Melanie back to school. They were sitting in her dorm room alone just talking about the weekend when Melanie noticed Reagan gazing at her breasts. Melanie didn't say anything at first until Reagan's hand fell upon the buttons of the shirt Melanie had borrowed from Reagan's closet. Slowly Reagan unbuttoned it as she pulled Melanie into her lap. "What are you doing?" Melanie asked playfully.

"Something I've wanted to do since Friday night." mumbled Reagan pulling Melanie's sports bra off. Reagan cupped one of Melanie's small breasts as their eyes met, and then Reagan leaned down taking Melanie's breast into her mouth for the first time. Melanie groaned feeling Reagan's tongue teasing her until she was tingling.

"Reagan." breathlessly she mumbled.

Reagan laid Melanie down on to the bed as she continued to enjoy Melanie's body. After awhile Reagan's hand trailed down between Melanie's thighs. Instantly they spread a bit wider as Melanie's hips gave a small thrust. Even on the outside of Melanie's pants, Reagan could feel how hot she was. Their mouths met eagerly as Melanie hoped this would finally be it. She's waited so long for Reagan's touch. Guiding Reagan's hand between the folds of her zipper, Melanie whimpered, "Please."

Neither of them heard the key in the door or noticed Melanie's roommate until the overhead light came on. "Oh, sorry." she said seeing them on the bed.

Reagan jumped away from Melanie but then cracked a smile. "We just can't get any privacy, can we, Melanie?" Melanie slipped on her shirt quickly. "Well, I need to go." Reagan stated standing.

Once she was gone, Melanie collapsed on her bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you two were here." her roommate apologized.

Melanie just moaned. "God, I want her so much."

"Well, it looks like you won her over finally. When did this happen?"

"Last Sunday. It's been such a great week."

Continued in Part 4

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