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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That next Monday Reagan received a call from Shawn at her office. "Um, Reagan, I was wondering if you and Victoria were dating? Melanie thinks you are, but I didn't think so. I just wanted to call and find out."

"Why? Does Melanie want to know but is too scared to call herself?"

"No. Actually, I wanted to know for myself."

"No. We aren't dating. In fact, neither one of us are seeing anyone. Why?"

"Well, do you think it's possible to maybe set me up with her then?"

"Yeah, I think I could do that. I think she'd like that too. How about we get together this weekend sometime?"

"Oh. That would be great. Thanks, Reagan. I owe you one."

"It's no problem. May I ask you a question, though? How's Melanie doing?"

"Well, she's not good, Reagan. She's still upset over losing her girlfriend and best friend at the same time."

"Yeah, I guess that is hard."

"Especially since she still loves you." Shawn interjected.

"She doesn't act like it." Reagan mentioned beginning to feel defensive.

"But she does love you. She'll admit it."

"Yeah, well, I guess I'll see you this weekend, Shawn. I've got to go to court." Reagan said trying to change the subject.

"Reagan, do you love her?" Shawn asked.

Reagan sighed before admitting, "Yes, I do. I'll see you later. I've got to get going."

On Saturday Reagan and Victoria had agreed to meet Shawn at one of the many coffee shops in DuPont Circle. They were sitting inside leisurely sipping their ice coffees when the door swung open. "Well, look who's here." Victoria mumbled.

Melanie was standing in the doorway scanning the crowd. Her eyes feel upon them, and she hesitated but then slowly walked toward them.

"Hello. I'm looking for Shawn. Have you seen her by chance?"

"Actually, we're supposed to be meeting her here."

"Oh, well, I was meeting her as well."

"Would you like to join us then?" Reagan inquired.

"Oh, no. That's okay. I don't want to intrude. I'll just get my soda and wait outside."

"No. I insist. Sit down. I'll go get it for you."

Melanie didn't really want to sit with Victoria, but she felt obligated as Reagan went to buy her a drink. "So, how are you enjoying your new living situation? You and Shawn getting along all right?" inquired Victoria trying to break the awkward silence.

"It's fine." Melanie answered shortly.

Trying a different angle, Victoria stated, "Shawn is so cute. I hope we get along as well as Reagan thinks we will. She thinks that we'd make a cute couple."

"What are you talking about?" Melanie asked in confusion

"You didn't know? Reagan has set Shawn and me up on a date for this afternoon. I hope it goes well."

Before Melanie could comment, Reagan came back with Melanie's Italian soda. Melanie thanked her, but then they sat in silence just listening to the busy cafe around them. Reagan consulted her watch saying, "Shawn should be here by now."

As if on cue, the door opened and Shawn appeared. She was wearing a grin as she walked toward them. "Hello everyone." Turning to Melanie she said, "Melanie, I forgot I had a date with Victoria. I'm sorry I didn't cancel, but you'd left the apartment, and I couldn't get a hold of you."

Shawn pulled up a chair between Victoria and Melanie, forcing Melanie to reposition her chair closer to Reagan's. Melanie sat quietly as they three chatted for a few minutes before Shawn extended a hand to Victoria asking if she was ready to go. She nodded as they stood. After they both said farewell, Reagan and Melanie found themselves alone together.

"So, how are you?" Reagan asked trying to be polite.

"I'm fine, and you?"

Reagan shrugged. "How's the dancing coming along?"

"It's good. I really like my job."

"Well, that's good. You should let me know when you're performing. I'd love to come see you."

"Yeah. Sure." Melanie mumbled. She finished the rest of her drink quickly before saying, "I need to be going."

"Oh, okay." Reagan responded somewhat disappointed.

Melanie stood whispering, "Good bye, Reagan."

Reagan watched her walk out the door, but then Reagan found herself bounding out after her. "Melanie." she called. Melanie turned and took a step back toward Reagan. "Um, I was wondering if I could, maybe, walk you home?"

"Reagan, I don't..."

"Please, Melanie. Let me walk you home."

Melanie folded quickly and nodded. Reagan held out a hand to her hoping Melanie would accept the gesture. Melanie hesitated but then slowly took Reagan's hand as their fingers interlocked. Neither said a word as they walked back to Melanie and Shawn's apartment until they got to the door.

Melanie turned to Reagan and said, "Thanks for walking me back."

"My pleasure." whispered Reagan. "Listen. Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight? We'll go wherever you want."

"Reagan, I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Melanie shrugged. "Melanie, I want us to be together. I miss you. Please. What do I have to do? Get on my knees and beg? Because if that's what it'll take, I'll do it." Reagan persisted.

"Dinner, huh? Okay, I'll go with you to dinner tonight. What time will you pick me up?"

That evening Reagan arrived at Melanie's door at seven o'clock. She was dressed in khaki pants and green knit shirt with sandals, not really common for her style. However the shirt accentuated Reagan's arms, which Reagan knew Melanie liked, and the pants hung in a flattering way on her hips, giving Melanie access to enjoy her lower body as well. She knocked on the door with one hand as the other nervously twirled a pale yellow rose.

Shawn and Victoria were sitting on the couch when they heard the knock. "Will one of you get that?" Melanie yelled from the bathroom. She was trying to dress in a hurry yet look as good as possible. This could be the chance to win Reagan back, and she wanted things to be perfect.

Shawn answered the door and let Reagan in. "Wow, sexy woman." Victoria stated. "Looking kind of butch tonight."

Reagan smiled the uncomfortable statement off even though it was true. Reagan stood there waiting for Melanie anxiously, but Shawn and Victoria kept her engaged in conversation. A few minutes later, though, Reagan's eyes adverted to the hallway sensing movement as Melanie stepped into the room. It was a rare occasion, but Melanie was actually wearing a dress. It was navy knit that fell just above her knees.

"You look beautiful, Melanie." Reagan stated stepping toward her. Reagan extended the flower. Melanie took it, brushing her hand against Reagan's slowly.

"Thank you. You look great too. I love that shirt on you."

"I know." Reagan mumbled. "Shall we go?"

They walked to the car silently. There was an awkwardness like being on a first date, but both of then knew that this could be their only chance at reconciliation. As they got in the car, Reagan said, "I was thinking that I'd like to fix you dinner at my place. That is unless you'd rather go out."

Melanie, who really didn't care what they did, mumbled, "Sure. It's better than fighting the crowds."

When they got to Reagan's house, they were greeted by J.R. He seemed ecstatic to see Melanie as his tail wagged wildly. She leaned down and hugged his neck as she stroked him.

"Well, he seems really glad to see you again. He's missed you."

"I've missed him too." answered Melanie standing.

The two of them made dinner together, and then Reagan set the table on her back deck. The sun was just beginning to set as they sat down to their meal. J.R. ran around the back yard for a bit chasing birds and sniffing the shrubbery, giving them some entertainment as they ate. It was a relatively quiet dinner, though, and what little conversation they had focused around their respective careers.

Once the meal was over and everything put away they took J.R. on a walk. As they strolled down the street things began to feel a bit more comfortable between them. It seemed as if things were beginning to fall back into place in their relationship. Upon reaching home again, Melanie suggested they watch a movie. Reagan agreed, so they settled onto the couch.

A few minutes into the movie, Reagan decided to turn the lights off to try and make things more intimate. She then sat closer to Melanie propping am arm up along the back of the couch behind Melanie's head. Reagan watched the movie awhile longer as she contemplated making a move. She gently placed her hand on Melanie's and stroked it lightly. Melanie's could feel her own heartbeat quicken. Reagan's hand felt so tender. As the movie continued, Reagan progressed to her waist. Then slowly Melanie felt Reagan's mouth. Reagan kissed Melanie's cheek lightly before nibbling on her earlobe. Melanie swallowed hard, but allowed Reagan to continue down to her neck as Reagan's hand ventured up to her breasts. Melanie moaned softly as her head leaned further from Reagan, instinctively exposing more of her neck. Melanie closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Reagan's eager mouth until she heard the credits of the movie end. Reagan was still kissing her neck as one of Reagan's hands had found her bare inner thigh under her dress. Melanie desperately found herself wanting to urge Reagan on, but when Reagan's hand nestled in further without invitation, Melanie found herself jumping from the couch. Going to the VCR, she pressed the rewind button mumbling, "It's getting late. I should probably be getting home."

Suddenly she felt Reagan's body pressed firmly into her back as Reagan encircled her waist. Reagan nuzzled into the nape of her neck kissing it lightly. "No." Reagan whispered seductively. "Stay. Stay with me."

Melanie's knees gave way as Reagan turned her around. Melanie's breathing was growing rapid feeling Reagan's hands hiking up her dress to caress her bare leg. "Why?" Melanie desperately mumbled cradling Reagan's head into her neck.

"Because I love you, Melanie. Please, stay with me tonight." Reagan growled her hand becoming more possessive as it traced her inner thighs.

Tears began collecting in Melanie's eyes hearing Reagan's confession. "I love you too, Reagan." she answered.

Reagan gazed into Melanie's dark eyes and saw them glistening. "So, will you stay?" Melanie tucked Reagan's hair behind her ear before giving a tearful nod. They both leaned into each other as their mouths reunited. Both of them groaned insatiably, for it was what they both had been wanting all evening. Reagan pulled away slightly and brushed some of Melanie's hair off her face before suggesting, "Come on. Let's go to bed." Melanie nodded in agreement and allowed Reagan to escort her upstairs to the bedroom.

As soon as they got inside, Reagan went back to Melanie's neck as she began to pull Melanie's dress over her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Sensing what was to come, Melanie began to undress Reagan, and soon they were both standing naked as they continued to kiss deeply. Reagan guided Melanie to the bed, laying her down gently. Melanie closed her eyes feeling Reagan's body press firmly on top of hers.

Reagan's hands caressed Melanie's breasts as her mouth kissed her upper chest. Then Reagan slowly made her way down to worship Melanie's breasts with her mouth while her hands stroked Melanie's thighs, which had begun to part to hold Reagan's hips. Reagan could feel Melanie's body rocking into hers as she moaned, wanting more.

Reagan's mouth lingered over Melanie's stomach before coming to rest between her thighs. Reagan didn't give herself time to change her mind as she plunged into Melanie's heat. Melanie cried out wantonly as she pulled Reagan's head deeper. Reagan closed her eyes as she explored Melanie with her mouth, fascinated by the taste and feel of Melanie's body. Reagan could feel Melanie's thighs start to twitch as Melanie hips rocked faster.

Suddenly she screamed, "Inside! Inside! Oh, god, don't stop!"

Reagan took the direction and thrust into her, only realizing she had broken through the thin barrier of womanhood when Melanie cried out again. "Melanie!" Regan cried in surprise.

"Please, Reagan, don't stop! You feel so good!" Melanie was gasping for air as she screamed again. Reagan could feel Melanie's body contracting around her. Melanie tugged on Reagan's shoulders bringing Reagan's body on top of her own while Reagan continued to thrust with her whole body. Melanie's body clung tighter to Reagan's back until she descended from her climax, falling limply into the mattress.

Withdrawing finally, Reagan whispered, "Melanie, I love you."

Melanie's body shuddered. "I love you too, Reagan." Melanie replied gently stroking the back of Reagan's neck.

"I never knew you were a virgin." Reagan mentioned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know if you'd still want me if you knew. I've wanted you to be my first for a long time. I just thought it was better if you found out this way."

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm honored. I love you so much." A moment passed in silence, but Reagan was insatiable. Reagan looked deeply into Melanie's eyes as her body hovered over Melanie's. A drop of sweat trickled off of Reagan's brow, splashing Melanie's chest. Melanie saw the fire raging in Reagan's eyes. She knew Reagan was far from sated, so she pulled Reagan's head down into a lustful kiss.

Melanie turned over forcing Reagan onto her back. Melanie straddled Reagan's waist before sitting up and brushing her wet hair off her face. Reagan admired Melanie's body with her eyes. It was glowing with perspiration. Reagan sat up sliding her arms around slim hips and then up Melanie's back as her mouth greeted Melanie's breasts. Melanie's head fell backward as her hands dove into Reagan's hair. Reagan slipped her hand between Melanie's thighs. Melanie moaned feeling Reagan's hand teasing her on the outside.

"Reagan, please." she begged.

Reagan slipped in but then quickly withdrew causing Melanie to groan in frustration. Reagan then thrust as deep as she could causing Melanie to writhe. Melanie's body fell into Reagan's, but Reagan kept her sitting to take advantage of Melanie's widespread position. When Melanie exploded again, her heat covered Reagan's hands, dripping down onto Reagan's legs. Reagan longed for the taste of Melanie again, so she pulled Melanie on top of her to turn her over, but one of Melanie's hands dropped between Reagan's thighs giving her a pleasurable surprise. Feeling Melanie's fingers mingling in her heat, she found herself longing to feel Melanie inside of her, and her legs instinctively spread.

Melanie took advantage of it immediately and slid into her. Reagan groaned deeply as Melanie began her rhythm of penetration. She was shallow and light at first matching her kisses, but the deeper she forged, the more possessive her mouth became until Reagan felt herself be taken over by a fulfilling climax. They rested again momentarily before Melanie moved down Reagan's body.

"Melanie," Reagan mumbled nervously.

"It's okay." Melanie assured her. "Allow me to please you."

Reagan's thighs relaxed parting again. Reagan closed her eyes feeling Melanie's mouth tease her so painfully slow. Reagan moaned urging Melanie to continue. She had never experienced anything like making love to Melanie. When they both were satisfied, they lay facing each other. Reagan played with Melanie's hair smoothing it back before smiling.

"I love you." she whispered wrapping a leg around Melanie's.

"I love you too, Reagan. You're so good to me." A moment passed as they peacefully held each other. "So, what do we do now?" Melanie inquired looking into Reagan's eyes.

They flashed mischievously as she gave a sexy grin. "Well, are you tired?" Reagan inquired. Melanie nodded, so Reagan suggested, "Then how about I hold you while you fall asleep?"

"I'd like that."

"So would I." Reagan answered. Melanie turned away from Reagan pressing her back into Reagan's bare body and pulling Reagan's arm around her waist before they drifted to sleep.

In the morning Melanie's awoke to a furry face nuzzling into hers and then a scratchy tongue swipe up her cheek. She laughed softly tussling J.R.'s hair and opening her eyes. She saw Reagan standing next to the bed in her robe holding a tray of food.

"Good morning, my love. How about some breakfast?" Reagan suggested placing the tray on the bed.

"Wow! Look at all that food. It looks wonderful." Reagan slid into bed next to Melanie, and they leisurely fed each other. "You know, you keep doing things like this, and I'll never want to leave."

"Good, because if I have you forever, that still wouldn't be long enough." Reagan answered.

"Oh, you are so sweet."

After breakfast in bed, Reagan went to shower. She was just relaxing with her eyes closed as the water cascaded over her, when she heard the shower door open and Melanie's hands on her back. "Do you have room for me in here?" she asked when Reagan turned around.

"Always." answered Reagan kissing her sweetly and bringing their bodies together. Reagan was feeling aroused again with just one kiss. Reagan smiled stroking Melanie's cheek with the back of her hand. Melanie could tell what Reagan was thinking, so she slowly leaned her body into the shower wall, spreading her legs slightly as she pulled Reagan in for another kiss. Reagan's hand dropped to Melanie's hip, caressing it softly before moving between Melanie's legs. Melanie was hot just thinking about Reagan being inside her again. Reagan gently slid into her and gave a few smooth thrusts as they kissed. Things were more methodical than the night before as they just enjoyed having their bodies interlocked.

Reagan began to kiss down Melanie's body until she was kneeling in front of her. Melanie's looked down into Reagan's eyes and smiled as her hand fell into Reagan's hair. Reagan leaned into Melanie nuzzling her head between Melanie's thighs, yearning for the taste of her. She moaned as her tongue tasted Melanie's arousal. Reagan spent what seemed like an eternity to Melanie on her knees giving Melanie the ultimate pleasure until they both were satisfied.

That afternoon Reagan took Melanie's back to Shawn's apartment. Shawn wasn't home, so Melanie gave her a tour. "This place is really small. How are you two getting along in here?"

Melanie's shrugged. "It's not the best, but it works for now. I should try to find my own place, though. Shawn's nice about it, but I know she wants there place to herself again soon. Things are just so expensive around here, and I really don't want to live alone."

Reagan nodded. "Well, maybe we can look at some places next weekend. I'm sure we could think of something." Reagan mentioned her mind already mulling over options. They'd known each other for seven months and dated for almost five of them, so the idea of moving in together crossed Reagan's mind. She had a strong feeling Melanie would agree to it, but even know she loved having Melanie around all the time, Reagan wasn't sure if it would be rushing things.

Over the next few weeks Melanie and Reagan saw each other every couple of days. On one Friday evening Reagan got to the apartment before Melanie. She and Shawn were just lounging on the couch, and Shawn appeared agitated. "What's wrong, Shawn? You and Victoria having problems?" Shawn shook her head. "Then what?"

"Reagan, I love Melanie to death, but I'm not used to sharing my place and my stuff with someone who's not my girlfriend. I know it's temporary, but it's still driving me crazy."

"I can understand that. We're trying to find her a place as soon as possible."

"Well, you know, if she had her way, she'd move in with you. That's what she really wants." Shawn stated. Reagan could tell it was meant to be strong suggestion. Reagan just gave a nod of acknowledgment but said nothing as they heard the key in the door. Reagan was beginning to like the idea the more she thought about it, though.

The next weekend Reagan and Melanie looked at apartments for her. Everything in her price range seemed less than perfect to Reagan. Reagan always found fault with something, but the places Reagan liked were way too expensive for Melanie, leaving both of them frustrated. Over dinner that evening Reagan sat frazzled at the situation. It was becoming apparent to her that nothing would be acceptable to her for Melanie. Melanie sensed Reagan's tension.

"Honey, maybe I should do the apartment hunting alone. I can tell it's frustrating you." Melanie said taking Reagan's hand.

"No, I can do it. I just have something in mind, and I know it's out there. It's just a matter of finding it."

"I know what you want me to have, but I can't afford it. I have to be realistic about what I can spend. I'd love to live in a penthouse too, but I just can't."

"Well, what about further out? The city is expensive."

"Yeah, but the problem there is transportation. I'll end up paying just as much, because I don't have a car."

Reagan nodded knowing that was true. "What if I got you a car? Would that help?" inquired Reagan thinking she'd rather put money into that than rent.

"Reagan, I don't want you to do that."

"Why not? Come on. If you could have any car in the world, what would it be?"

"I don't know. I don't like SUVs."

"What about Volvos? Have you seen their new series? They're incredible." Reagan stated with excitement.

"Volvos are nice, I guess. I've never been in one."

"You haven't? Well, how about after dinner we go look at one?" Reagan's face was beaming with the prospect.

"Why?" asked Melanie.

"Just humor me, honey. Go with me. It'll make me happy."

Going to the dealership, Reagan's mood instantly changed into happiness. With childlike exploration, she looked at every inch of the cars in several rows before turning to the salesman.

"I want to see the top of the line car you have on the lot." The salesperson directed them toward the row and pointed to four. Reagan turned to Melanie asking, "Which color do you like best?"

Melanie looked at them, navy, silver, dark green, and black. "The black." she answered.

Reagan turned to the salesman and gestured to it. "We'd like to test drive that one." Reagan's voice was dominating and direct taking, the salesperson by surprise. Reagan drove the car for about fifteen minutes as she talked with the salesman about different features. After awhile she turned to Melanie. "You want to drive?"

"Yeah, sure." Melanie answered her voice matching Reagan's excitement.

When the got back to the dealership, Reagan and the salesman talked numbers for awhile before Reagan thanked him for his time. As Reagan drove Melanie's home she asked, "So, what did you think?"

"You're right. It is incredible."

"You think you could drive it everyday?"

"I don't know. You'd have to twist my arm on that one." Melanie teased.

That night Melanie begged Reagan to stay with her or take her back to the house, but Reagan declined saying she had things to do early the next morning but would be by to get her after lunch. The following morning Reagan called Rob early. It was obvious she had gotten him up, but she asked nevertheless, "Hey, what are you doing this morning?"

"Sleeping." he growled.

"Well, I need you to do me a favor. It'll take all morning. Can I come pick you up?" she inquired anxiously.

"Yeah, I guess so, but you owe me, Reagan. What do I have to do?"

Reagan showed up at Melanie's door shortly after lunch. Melanie's noticed Reagan was nervous but excited for some reason. Melanie's spirits were not as high, though. "I don't feel much like going apartment hunting today." she mumbled.

"Oh, come on. I think I found the perfect place for you. I know you'll love it, and it's in your price range."

"Where is it?"

"It's outside the city, but there's decent transportation nearby. Just let me show it to you?" Reagan asked convincing Melanie.

Melanie paid little attention to where they were going as they talked about other things, and she gave it little thought when they came to a stop in Reagan's driveway. They both got out of the car, and Reagan extended her hand to Melanie. Together they walked up to the front door, which Melanie's did find unusual considering Regan always used the garage door. Reagan unlocked it and they walked into the foyer. Taking Melanie's hand again, Reagan smiled, slightly nervous.

"Here we have a spacious three bedroom, with two and a half baths." she began. Melanie began to smile knowing where Reagan was going with her monologue. "There's a wonderful, large kitchen and laundry facility. Furthermore, it comes fully furnished. Plus as a signing bonus, you get a dog and transportation."

"Transportation? What kind of transportation?" Melanie inquired playing Reagan's game. Reagan pulled a set of keys from her pocket and extended them to Melanie. Melanie saw the word Volvo stamped across one of them as she took them out of Reagan's hand.

"There is one drawback, though." Reagan stated seriously.

"Which is?"

"The owner is a real grouch sometimes. She thinks she's this invincible, independent person, but I personally think she's needs a woman to look after her. She's a wreck without someone to take care of her."

Melanie wrapped one of her arms around Reagan's waist and caressed Reagan's jaw lightly. Melanie was smiling brightly as she whispered, "I'll take it."

Reagan grinned in return as they embraced in a deep kiss.

The End

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