~ Finding Herself ~
by Alex Tryst
Copyright May 1998


Disclaimers: See Part 1

Part Four


On Monday Melanie came into the office to do some work, but the secretary said Reagan hadn’t come in yet. About an hour later, Reagan appeared with Rob. Melanie noticed Reagan’s damp hair as well as Rob’s but said nothing until he was gone.

“Where have you been?” Melanie asked trying not to sound jealous.

“Oh, Rob and I went to the gym to play racquetball.” Reagan answered as they went into her office.

Once the door was closed, Melanie slipped an arm around Reagan’s neck. “I missed you last night. Did you miss me?” she whispered.

“Actually, I did. My bed felt rather large and lonely without you in it.”

Melanie smile in satisfaction. “I’m sorry my roommate interrupted us. I wish you had stayed. She left again about an hour after you did and was gone most of the night.”

“Oh, I’m sure you managed. You had Sarah to hang out with.”

“Yes, but I would have rather been with you. I dreamed about you last night.”

“Really? What about me?”

Leaning to Reagan’s ear, Melanie kissed it as she whispered in her sexiest voice, “I dreamed about you being inside of me.” Reagan groaned as her own dream from the previous night flooded her mind. “Would you like that, Reagan?” she whispered.

“Oh, Melanie, you have no idea how much I would love that.”

“Then come here.” Melanie replied pulling her toward the couch.

“Baby, I’ve got court in twenty minutes.”

“Then we’ll have to make it fast.”

“Melanie, please. As tempting as this is, let’s wait. I don’t want to have this time constraint. I’d like to take my time and enjoy the moment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Melanie, I want to fulfill all your desires, and I don’t think I can do that in twenty minutes. Please, give me some time.”

“Will I see you tonight?”

“Sure. You want to go out to dinner?”

“No. Let’s stay in, and I’ll cook you dinner.”

“Okay. Well, I have to go to court now.”

“All right. While you’re in court, think about the fact that I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget.” Reagan smiled at the prospect.

That night when they got to Reagan’s house, Melanie sat Reagan down in the den. “You can sit here and relax while I make us some dinner. Here, prop your feet up.” she said taking Reagan’s shoes off. Reagan followed her instructions, and about forty-five minutes later Melanie came back in to get her. Taking Melanie’s hand, Reagan followed her back into the kitchen where a candle light dinner was waiting.

“Ah, you’re so sweet.”

Dinner was quiet as Reagan was feeling tired from a long day. Following dinner Melanie escorted Reagan upstairs to the master bathroom. Melanie began a bubble bath before taking her clothes off. Then once she was naked, she came to Reagan. They kissed a bit as Melanie worked Reagan’s clothes off her body as well before both of them slipped into the warm water and relaxed. Resting her head back on Melanie’s chest, Reagan mumbled, “I could definitely get used to this.”

“So could I. I like taking care of you.” Melanie replied gently beginning to bathe Reagan’s body. Reagan moaned with pleasure closing her eyes. They stayed in the tub long after the bubbles had disappeared, but finally Melanie stepped out. Reagan watched her dry off before Melanie motioned for Reagan to come to her. Reagan slowly rose and stepped to her. Melanie dried Reagan off before pulling her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed. Melanie began to gently massage Reagan’s back. Reagan was in ecstacy.

Sleepily she closed her eyes before mumbling, “I love you, Melanie.”

Melanie smiled widely knowing she had finally gotten what she wanted. “I love you too, Reagan.” Melanie responded kissing Reagan’s bare shoulder sweetly. A few minutes later Melanie heard Reagan breathing deeply. Realizing Reagan had fallen asleep, Melanie just smiled. Although she wanted to make love instead, she felt content knowing she’d given Reagan a wonderful, relaxing evening. Pulling the covers over them, Melanie just watched Reagan sleep for awhile until she finally drifted off too.

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Over the next few days they didn’t see each other, but Melanie convinced Reagan to take her down to the Holocaust Museum that Saturday afternoon even though Reagan had plans with Rob that night. After touring the museum, they walk around downtown for a bit. Reagan found herself taking the same walk with Melanie that she had taken with Rob last winter.

When they came to the cherry trees by the Tidal Basin, Reagan’s stride slowed eventually coming to a stop at the tree where she and Rob had kissed. Melanie could tell Reagan was deep in thought. Melanie picked a blossom off the tree and lovingly placed it on the lapel of Reagan’s jacket. “What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing important anyway.” Reagan mumbled turning toward Melanie who gently held the lapels of Reagan’s jacket in either hand. Reagan looked at Melanie fondly. It amazed her how much Melanie adored her.

“I love you.” Melanie stated, gently tugging on Reagan’s jacket. Reagan returned Melanie’s smile but didn’t respond at first making Melanie uneasy. “Reagan, why do you have difficulty expressing your feelings?”

“I don’t have difficulty with it.” Reagan lied.

“Yes, you do. Why won’t you just tell me you love me like you did the other night?”

“The other night?” Reagan inquired, not remembering.

“You don’t remember?” Melanie’s voice was lined with disappointment as her face plainly showed her hurt.

“Oh, I remember.” Reagan fumbled.

“Don’t lie to me. You don’t do it well. You don’t remember it, do you?”

Reagan lowered her head. “No. I don’t remember saying it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel that way.”

“Then say it.” desperately Melanie pleaded, but when Reagan fell silent again, she pulled away with tears and began to walk away.

“Melanie, where are you going?” asked Reagan following. She took hold of Melanie’s arm, but Melanie yanked away.

“I’m going home, Reagan!”

“Melanie, please. Don’t walk away.”

Melanie continued to walk though, so Reagan grabbed her arm again, turning her around. Melanie was crying as she pleaded, “Please, let me go, Reagan. Just let me go.”

“At least let me give you a ride home. It’s such a long ride on the Metro.” Melanie nodded in response.

It was a painfully long, silent ride back to American University. Reagan knew she could make things right by saying three words, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She still wasn’t sure what she was feeling, so she opted to stay quiet.

That evening when Reagan went out with Rob, she was quiet and pensive. “Are you upset about something, Reagan?”

“Oh, just thinking about Melanie. We’re not getting along so well right now. There’s a lot of tension between us.”

“Cause she’s in love with you. Well, how about I help you forget about her for awhile?” he suggested bringing her into a hug.

He kissed her cheek lightly and then their lips met. Feeling his mouth on hers, Reagan realized that his kiss didn’t do anything emotional for her as Melanie’s did. Reagan broke away whispering, “I can’t do this, Rob.”

“Why not? What’s wrong?”

Reagan was holding back tears. “It’s all so confusing to me.”

“What is?”

“Rob, I think I’m in love with Melanie.” Reagan blurted out, not being able to keep it to herself any longer.

Rob’s eyes shot open in surprise. “No way. You’re just confusing your business relationship with her.”

“No. I really think I am.”

“How do you know?” he inquired.

“Her touch sets my body into a frenzy. My heart starts pounding, and I can hardly breath. And when I kiss her...”

“You’ve kissed her?” Rob inquired with interest.

Nodding Reagan continued, “Her kiss touches me in a way I’ve never known.”

“Well, sounds like you’re at least in lust, if not love, to me. So, have you, you know?”

“No. We haven’t had sex. I can’t. It’s not fair to either of us. She says she’s in love with me, so I don’t want to go to bed with her if I’m unsure of how I feel. That’s not fair to her. I can’t seem to get that point across to her, though.”

“Man, I wish I had a woman begging me for sex.” Rob stated in disbelief. After a moment he recovered enough to give her a one-armed squeeze. “Don’t worry too much about it, Reagan. If Melanie will make you happy, then that’s what matters. You need someone, someone that I could never be even as hard as I tried. I only wish her the best, because you are a handful.” he teased making her laugh for the first time that day.

The following day Reagan decided to go see Melanie at school and try to make amends. When Melanie answered her door, she looked extremely tired. Reagan smiled leaning against the door jam keeping her hands behind her back. “Hello. Sorry to come over without calling first, but I had to see you. I hardly slept last night, because I was thinking about yesterday.”

“Do you have something behind your back?” Melanie asked.

“Yeah. If you let me in, I’ll show you what it is.”

Melanie let her in before Reagan pulled a red rose from behind her back. “What’s this for?” Melanie asked.

“It’s my way of apologizing for yesterday. Melanie, I am sorry for hurting you. That wasn’t my intention. I’ve just never felt this way in my life, and I have a hard time with new things.” Melanie took the flower out of Reagan’s hand and smelled it. “Melanie,” Reagan began embracing her. “I love you. After last night I know it’s true, and it scares me to death. I’ve never been in love before, but I do love you.” Melanie smiled as her eyes glistened. “Why are you crying now?” Reagan whispered wiping some of Melanie’s tears off her cheek with her thumb.

“Oh, Reagan, I love you too.”

Reagan held her for several minutes. “Well, what do you want to do now?” she asked.

Melanie shrugged her shoulders answering, “Enjoy each other’s company like we’ve been doing, or...”

“Or?” Reagan prompted in interest.

Giving Reagan a shy smile that made her seem younger than she truly was, she suggested softly, “Consummate our relationship.” Melanie’s hands ran up the front of Reagan’s body to massage her upper chest as she felt Reagan’s breathing quicken. Melanie leaned in and began to kiss up Reagan’s neck to her ear before seductively whispering, “Do you want me, Reagan?”

Reagan moaned. “I do, but I can’t do it, not here anyway. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right, not in a dorm room. Let me take you somewhere.”

“Okay. Where?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” Reagan pulled away thinking that she had successfully delayed Melanie again. “Well, I should go. I don’t want to take up your whole day.”

“Are you crazy? Do you think I’m just going to let you walk out of here after you tell me that you love me? You’re stuck with me now, at least for the rest of the day.”

“Well come on then. Let’s go home. I’ve got work to do. I’ve got to mow the grass.”

Chapter Six

A few days Reagan and Rob were playing racquetball again when he asked, “So, what’s going on with Melanie? You been to bed with her yet?”

“No! That’s none of your business anyway!”

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t realize it was a sensitive subject. I just figured that with the way she wanted you, you would’ve given in by now.”

“Look, she keeps trying to seduce me, but I’m just not ready for it. I’ve never been to bed with someone I was in love with. Plus the fact that she is after all, a woman, I wouldn’t know what to do. How would I please her?”

“Well, I’ll tell you how.” Rob offered with a smirk.

“Do I really want your advice?” hesitantly Reagan asked.

“Look, Reagan. I could stand here and tell you that going down on her will solve everything, but that’s the smart ass answer.” Reagan stood straighter when he said that. “There are several ways actually to handle this. First of all, being a woman you should know what you like done to you. For the most part, it will be a variation of what you like, but the points of stimulation are the same. Of course, if you’re brave enough, you could always ask her, but more than likely you should just follow her lead if you’re unsure. She’ll let you know what she likes. You just have to be able to read the signs.”

Reagan sighed in discontent. “That’s too complicated. Why are women so complex?”

Rob laughed as he said, “I’ve been asking myself the same question for years.”

Reagan laughed before settling into nervousness as she said, “I want to ask you something. I never thought I’d ask this question, but I guess I need to know. What’s it like to engage in oral sex with a woman?”

“You know the answer to that. You are a woman. I never met a woman that didn’t love it. Chances are Melanie will too.”

“I mean what’s it like to perform it, not receive it.”

“Oh, well, it depends on the woman. It’s never been one of my favorite things, but if it helps my chances, I’ll do it.”

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Reagan sat on the edge of her bed and looked up into Melanie’s dark eyes. Slowly Melanie pulled the short, silk, maroon negligee over her head leaving her naked and looking down at Reagan for approval. Reagan’s eyes trailed down Melanie’s body to her bare abdomen. Reagan leaned to it kissing it lightly. Melanie’s skin was so soft. Reagan moaned feeling Melanie’s hands in her hair cradling her head. Reagan softly kissed down toward Melanie’s heat causing Melanie to cry softly.

Suddenly Reagan felt a wet nose against her face causing her eyes to open. “Oh, J.R.” she mumbled sleepily. Turning over she looked at the clock which read 4:30am, so she groaned closing her eyes, desperately wanting more.

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A week had gone by without them seeing each other due to conflicting schedules, but they had planned for a Sunday afternoon together. When Reagan came to Melanie’s dorm room, Melanie was anxiously waiting. Melanie pulled Reagan into her room embracing her closely. “I’ve missed you so much.” she whispered kissing Reagan’s neck.

“I’ve missed you as well, sweetheart.” Reagan answered.

Melanie smiled. “Really?”

“So much that I’ve been dreaming about you.”

“What about me? Tell me.” Melanie asked.

Reagan smiled slightly before seductively saying, “I’d rather show you.”

Melanie gave an excited grin as she nodded in consent. Reagan pushed Melanie up against the wall as their mouths met. Reagan’s hands worked open the buttons of Melanie’s shirt, one she’d borrowed and never returned. Melanie allowed Regan’s hands and mouth to explore her as she stood enjoying the sensations. As they continued to kiss, Melanie was becoming aroused. She began thrusting her hips brushing Reagan between the thighs. Reagan unbuttoned and unzipped Melanie’s ragged, tattered, jean shorts. Slipping her hand into them, Reagan was greeted by flooding anticipation. Melanie groaned gripping Reagan’s shoulder. Regan could feel how wet Melanie was and was fascinated at the effect she had on this woman. Regan explored the wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing. Reagan was amazed that she herself was becoming hot as she inhaled slowly to calm her labored breathing. “The rest I’ll save for later.” she mumbled kissing Melanie’s ear. Melanie groaned wanting more, but Reagan pulled away saying, “Come on. J.R. is in the car.”

Reagan took Melanie’s hand as they walked down to the Jeep. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, so they wanted to spend it outside walking around Old Town Alexandria. People seemed to be out in mass, but they found the waterfront trail a bit more quiet. They walked closely together in silence for awhile before Melanie suggested they rest on the next bench they passed. The next bench they approached was empty and shaded, so they sat.

Reagan watched J.R. wander over to the water’s edge. Her demeanor was reserved and somber as she just observed J.R. cautiously step into the water and lower his head to drink.

“What are you thinking about?” Melanie inquired touching Reagan’s shoulder.

“Oh, I was just pondering what was going to happen when you graduate. It’s almost April, so it’s only about a month and a half away. Have you thought about what you want to do with your life?”

Melanie looked out over the water, her mood now matching Reagan’s. “I’m not really sure. Sarah and I have talked about getting a place together in DuPont Circle, but as far as a job, I’m not sure. I’d really like to dance.”

“So you are going to stick around this area?” inquired Reagan with hopefulness.

Melanie nodded. “I’m not ready to settle down into a career or anything. I want a job that pays the bills but leaves time to enjoy life as well.”

Regan nodded in understanding. “Do your parents know about you?” asked Reagan hesitantly shifting the subject.

Melanie nodded again saying, “They know, but I really don’t think they’ve dealt with it. You’ll get to meet them at graduation. That’ll be the first time they’ve seen me with someone.”

“Oh boy.” Reagan mumbled already feeling tense.

“It’ll be fine.” Melanie assured her taking her hand. “What about your parents? I guess they don’t know about you.”

Reagan stood and walked to the water mumbling, “Let’s not talk about my parents.”

“Why not?” Melanie asked following her.

“Look, Melanie, they’ll never know about me, because they were killed in a car accident about a year ago.” Reagan’s eyes began to glisten, but she held her tears by taking a deep breath.

Melanie slid her arms around Reagan’s waist whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Reagan took several slow breaths before answering, “It’s okay. I’m fine.” Their eyes met, and Melanie smiled sweetly before leaning up to give Reagan a kiss.


Part Five

Over the next month Reagan and Melanie only saw each other twice a week due to Reagan’s busy case load and Melanie’s job search. One particular weekend Reagan did help Melanie and Sarah find a place to live in DuPont and even put down the security deposit for them, since neither had found jobs yet. However, it looked highly likely that Melanie would be working with the Washington Ballet Company.

As graduation came around, Reagan got extremely busy, but on the day of graduation, she showed as promised just in time for the ceremony. Afterward Reagan waded through the crowd trying to find Melanie and her family, but there were so many people making it difficult. She felt a hand on her side causing her to jump. “Sarah, hi.”

“Hey, Reagan. You look awfully dashing in that suit. Melanie’s lucky. I wish I had run into your car instead of her. Funny that she totaled my car but still gets the girl.” she mentioned grinning coyly.

Reagan gave a slightly uncomfortable smile not knowing exactly what Sarah was trying to say. “Have you seen Melanie? I’m looking for her.”

“Oh yeah. She went that way.”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you later. Congratulations, by the way.” Reagan said extending her hand to Sarah.

Sarah threw her arms around Regan’s neck though, brining her into a full body hug. Pecking Reagan’s cheek she whispered mischievously, “See you later.”

Reagan pulled away slowly as their eyes met. Sarah quickly raised an eyebrow as her lips blew Reagan another kiss. Suddenly Reagan heard her name in the crowd. Turning she saw Melanie approaching, and Sarah relinquished her grip on Reagan’s waist. After a brief introduction to her parents, they all decided to go for lunch and then to see Melanie’s new apartment.

The following day Melanie and Sarah borrowed Reagan’s Jeep to move in to their new place while Reagan was at work. However, Reagan promised that when she got off, she’d come by to paint the kitchen and bathroom. When she arrived at the apartment, she found Sarah there alone.

Chapter Seven

“Hey, cutie. Melanie’s not here right now. Come on in. You look tired.” Sarah stated pulling Regan in by the arm. “How about a drink?” she asked.

“Okay. Thanks. I’m just going to change into my paint clothes. Tonight I’m going to finish the kitchen for you.”

Reagan went and changed into a tank top and old shorts before going into the kitchen. She began to paint the trim while Sarah started her dinner. A few minutes went by in silence before Reagan felt a body pressed into her back. A hand looped around her waist. “Your drink.” Sarah whispered. Reagan could feel Sarah’s breath on her neck as her temperature began to rise. Reagan took her drink, thanking her. Sarah’s body lingered against Reagan’s as her hand rested on Reagan’s stomach momentarily before retreating to the stove. Reagan desperately wished Melanie would return quickly.

A few more minutes went by before she felt Sarah’s hand on her hip. “Scoot over a bit. I need to get in this cabinet.”

Reagan did as requested, and Sarah opened the cabinet, kneeling down next to Reagan’s leg. Instead of just reaching directly in, Sarah reached through Reagan’s legs to get what she needed. When Reagan felt Sarah’s hand low on her inner thigh, she unknowingly gave a whimper. Suddenly the front door opened causing Reagan to jump. Sarah stood giving Reagan a sensual, knowing smile before going back to her dinner. When Melanie came in, she hugged Reagan.

“Baby, it’s so good to see you.” Reagan said giving her a powerful kiss while Sarah looked on.

“Well, I missed you too.” Melanie teased as Reagan dove into her neck. As Reagan kissed Melanie’s ear, her eyes caught Sarah’s. Finally after a few minutes of playful affection, Reagan pulled away and continued with her painting.

It only took about an hour to finish the trim, and then Reagan began to wash her brush in the kitchen sink. As she was standing there, she lowered her head and closed her eyes from a long day. A moment passed before she felt arms encircle her waist causing her to jump, thinking it was Sarah again.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Melanie whispered. “You got paint in your hair. Why don’t we take a shower, and I’ll get that out for you.” Reagan nodded beginning to feel Melanie rub her bare shoulders.

Leaving her brush in the sink to drain, Reagan followed Melanie into the master bedroom. They both undressed before getting in the shower. Reagan closed her eyes as the warm water fell upon her neck. Melanie bathed herself quickly before concentrating on Reagan. She washed every inch of Reagan’s body, massaging her back and shoulders, as Reagan nuzzled into her wet hair.

“I love you so much.” Reagan whispered beginning to gently graze Melanie’s neck with her lips.

“Oh, I love you too.”

Reagan backed Melanie into the tile wall as her hands began to massage Melanie’s outer thighs. They parted slightly and Reagan’s leg nestled between them as their mouths met. Reagan wanted to be inside of her at that moment more than ever before. Pulling away slightly their eyes met before Reagan slowly knelt on one knee. Melanie’s hand touched the top of Reagan’s head, giving Reagan a gentle pull between her thighs. Reagan’s eyes closed as she leaned into it, smelling Melanie’s scent for the first time.

However a knock on the bathroom door stopped her from going further as she anxiously jumped up from her knee. The door opened slightly before Sarah said, “One of our neighbors is here. She wants to meet you. She’s so cute.”

Knowing sex would be postponed again, they got out of the shower and dressed quickly. When they walked into the living room, Sarah was standing there with an average height, black-haired, dark-eyed woman. She was muscular in the legs and arms. She was wearing a black tank top, jean shorts, and black combat boots. As soon as her eyes saw Melanie, she gave a wide, interested smile.

“Hi, I’m Shawn. I live next door.” she stated extending her hand.

Melanie shook it answering, “I’m Melanie, and this is my girlfriend, Reagan.” Shawn’s smile faltered slightly but quickly recovered as she shook Reagan’s hand as well. Shawn only stayed for a few minutes but as she left, she invited them to a party that weekend. Once she was gone, Reagan decided she better go as well. Melanie begged her to stay, but Reagan declined saying she had to tend to J.R. She really only wanted to get away from Sarah’s eyes, though. Reagan had become very aware of their every movement over her body during the course of the evening.

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On Saturday night Melanie and Sarah went to Shawn’s party. As soon as they walked in Shawn greeted them. “Hey! Glad you could make it.” she said to both of them. Turning to Melanie she asked, “Where’s your girlfriend?”

“Oh, she went to a Baltimore Orioles game with some friends.” Melanie mumbled.

Seeing her disappointment Shawn said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up a sensitive subject. I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping you’d come.”

Over the course of the evening Melanie and Sarah got to know many of Shawn’s friends, but Melanie’s found herself missing Reagan. Reagan had not been to the apartment since the night Shawn had come by to introduce herself, and Melanie didn’t understand Reagan’s reluctance. She was pondering this when Shawn plopped down next to her on the couch.

“It’s not right for a beautiful woman like you to be upset at one of my parties. What’s wrong?”

Melanie cracked a smile as Shawn touched Melanie’s hair gently. “Sorry. I was just thinking about Reagan.”

“Aw, screw her. She left you alone on a Saturday night for a baseball game. Who needs her?”

Shawn was leaning closer now. Melanie could smell the alcohol pouring off Shawn’s’s breath. “I need her, Shawn.”

“Why? She’s an old broad. You need someone younger. Why do you need her? Is she that good?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Melanie replied solemnly.

“Really? How long you been dating?”

“Two months.”

“And you haven’t had sex? Damn! Sounds like she’s a fucking repressed, old dyke who can’t get any! She shouldn’t treat you that way, and you shouldn’t let her! You need someone who will take care of your needs!”

“You don’t know her, Shawn! Don’t talk about her like that! I love her!”

“Well, she doesn’t treat you right. Sounds like she takes you for granted. I would never treat a woman like you that way.”

Melanie’s eyes began to glisten as she stated, “We’re going to change the subject now, or I’m leaving.”

Shawn just rolled her eyes. “It’s just infuriating to me that a beautiful woman like you is tied down to a woman like that! I bet the only reason she has you around is because you’re young and energetic! She’s over the hill and needs you to help her feel young! The woman is probably going through a midlife crisis and wants you to help her through it. Then when it’s over, she’s going to get her act together, find someone her own age, and leave you to wonder where it all went wrong.”

Melanie stood yelling, “I’ve heard enough, Shawn! I’m leaving!” Melanie stormed out of the apartment.

Everyone glanced at Shawn as one of her friends teased, “What? Did a woman actually turn you down?”

Melanie ran to her apartment in tears. Falling onto the couch, she just wept wondering if there was any truth to Shawn’s statements. She didn’t know what was going on with Reagan, so Shawn’s statement about their being someone else scared her. Melanie didn’t see how it could be possible, but then again, Reagan had never acted this way. Could it be true? Could there be someone else? Could Reagan have had enough of her? Melanie quickly tried to put those thoughts out of her mind. Her Reagan wouldn’t do that. She just knew Reagan wouldn’t, would she? Melanie cried harder until finally falling asleep due to exhaustion.

The next morning Melanie was just moping on the couch when there was a knock on the door. She went to answer it and saw Shawn standing there holding a blanket, book, and headphones.

“Hey.” Melanie mumbled.

“Hi. I just wanted to come by and apologize for last night. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just thought it wasn’t cool of your girlfriend to leave you on a Saturday night, but it really wasn’t any of my business anyway. It’s just that when I get drunk, I find myself becoming brutally honest sometimes. It wasn’t my place to say the things I did, so I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You weren’t completely out of line.”

“Why? What happened?” Shawn asked matching Melanie’s tone.

“Oh, I talked to Reagan earlier. I asked her to come over, but she said she couldn’t, because she was going to play racquetball. I haven’t seen her in a week, and every time we talk she’s got an excuse of why she can’t come see me. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I used to be able to read her, but it’s impossible now, except to say that something is really wrong. I just wish she’d talk to me.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what. Instead of sulking around here, why don’t you come with me down to the Circle? I’ve got a blanket, book, and music. Come on. It’ll get your mind off of Reagan.”

“Okay. That sounds like fun. Just let me get my shoes.”

Later that afternoon Reagan decided she should go see Melanie regardless of Sarah, so she drove over to their apartment. However, being a Sunday afternoon traffic was horrible. She had to park several blocks from their place. As she walked toward Melanie and Sarah’s she looked at all the people in the Circle. She saw Shawn lying on a blanket propped up on her elbow looking down on a brunette, one that looked similar to Melanie from a distance Reagan thought. Reagan dismissed the thought, though, seeing how animated and alive Shawn looked and the way Shawn held the woman around the waist. Reagan figured she had just gotten a new girlfriend. Reagan was about to stop but decided tending to Melanie was more important at the moment.

When Reagan got to the apartment, she unlocked the door. “Hello? Anyone home?” she called walking into the living room. No one answered. “Melanie? Sarah?”

Since no one answered she crashed onto the couch being so tired and fell asleep soon after. Sarah came in a bit later and saw Reagan asleep. Going to her Sarah knelt by the couch. She brushed some of Reagan’s sweaty hair off her face before leaning to kiss her cheek.

Reagan stirred. “Melanie.” she mumbled turning her head towards Sarah’s face. Their lips met, and Sarah wasted no time but slipped her tongue into Reagan’s mouth. Reagan became fully aware at that moment even though here eyes were still closed. Upon a quick inspection with Reagan’s exploratory tongue, she realized that it wasn’t Melanie and opened her eyes. Seeing Sarah Reagan jerked away and scrambled into a sitting position. “Sarah! What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you deserve. I don’t think it’s fair that Melanie is off running around with Shawn while you sit here waiting for her. You deserve better, a woman who will satisfy your every desire, a woman who will be faithful.”

Sarah moved next to Reagan on the couch causing Reagan to retreat into the couch’s corner. “You and Melanie are supposed to be friends! Why did you do that?”

“I just told you why. You didn’t seem to mind too much.”

“I thought you were Melanie at first.”

“Don’t lie. You knew it wasn’t her. How could you not know?”

Reagan thought about seeing Shawn and Melanie in the Circle. Reagan was off in her thoughts so much that she didn’t notice Sarah’s arms sliding around her waist.

“I’m sorry, Reagan. I wish I wasn’t the one to tell you.”

“They’re just friends. Melanie wouldn’t do that.” Reagan said, but it was really more in an effort to convince herself.

Sarah brought Reagan’s body closer to hers. Reagan closed her eyes trying to hold back confused tears. Nuzzling into Reagan’s neck, Sarah whispered “It’ll be okay.”

Reagan felt so drained suddenly, so much so that she began to close her eyes. She became faintly aware of Sarah’s lips on her neck, but Reagan made no effort to move away and just sat there in confusion. Sarah tilted Reagan’s head up by the chin and kissed her softly on the mouth. Reagan allowed her to do so, not really caring to fight until the door opened.

Melanie and Shawn entered the living room to see Sarah and Reagan embraced, and Sarah caressing Reagan’s jaw. Reagan jumped up awkwardly seeing Melanie. “Reagan, I thought you weren’t coming over. How long have you been here?” Melanie asked with some suspicion.

“About half an hour.” she answered, her eyes meeting Shawn’s. Reagan knew Shawn sensed what had taken place. “I need to go.” Reagan stated making a move toward the door.

“No. You just got here. Don’t leave.” Melanie said reaching out for her.

“No. I don’t want to be in the way. You and Shawn obviously have plans.”

“Reagan, what’s wrong with you?” Melanie asked seeing Reagan’s bizarre behavior. However Reagan didn’t answer as she walked out. Melanie looked at Sarah and inquired with a firm voice, “What happened?”

Shawn excused herself saying she was going to her place, but once she was out of the apartment, she ran after Reagan. She grabbed her by the arm yelling, “I could kill you, Reagan!” Reagan shoved Shawn’s hand away and kept walking, so Shawn grabbed her again. Reagan pushed her off a second time and turned to face her.

“Don’t speak to me, Shawn! I have nothing to say to you!”

“Well, I’ve got something to say to you! How could you treat Melanie that way? You treat her like shit and then make moves on her best friend! You’re a bitch! Melanie deserves so much better!”

“Like you I suppose! I see you’ve wasted little time moving in when you had the chance! Well, if you want her so much, just say so! I wish she wouldn’t have gone behind my back!”

“What are you talking about? Melanie and I are just friends.”

“Well, according to Sarah you’re more! I saw you two today in the Circle.”

“Reagan, I swear I would never make moves on someone else’s girlfriend. She loves you. She made that very clear. She’s been upset that you haven’t been around, and I was just trying to make her feel better.”

“I haven’t been around because of Sarah. It had nothing to do with Melanie. I wish she’d understand that.”

“She doesn’t know, Reagan. What’s up with you and Sarah?”

“She’s been making moves on me, so I just decided not to be around her.”

“Sounds like she’s trying to steal you from Melanie by saying I’ve taken Melanie from you. She’s scamming you.”

Reagan gave a disgusted groan. “Damn! How could I be so blind? How could I fall for that?”

“I bet you she’s upstairs right now telling Melanie that you made a move on her.” Reagan brought her hands to her face. “Why don’t you just go back up there and explain things to her?” Shawn suggested. “If it’s really the truth, that is.”

“It is the truth! It wouldn’t do any good, though. Regardless of who made moves on who, I never stopped her. I allowed Sarah to come on to me. I never said no to her advances. Allowing it to happen makes me just as guilty.”

“That’s not necessarily true. She had you at your weakest moment, when you thought Melanie was cheating on you.”

“No, it’s no use. I’ve lost her. She’d never believe me over Sarah, anyway. For goodness sakes, Sarah is her best friend. Of course, she’d believe her.” Reagan mumbled starting to walk away again, but this time Shawn just let her leave conceding Reagan’s position.

Reagan went to bed that night frustrated and confused. Her bed seemed too large, and she longed for Melanie to be lying next to her. Finally not being able to handle it, she broke down and called her. However, Sarah answered the phone. “Sarah, it’s Reagan. I want to talk to Melanie.”

“Oh, well, she’s over at Shawn’s right now.”

“Well, go get her. I’ll wait.”

“I don’t think she really wants to talk to you after the way you acted today.”

“I don’t care! You put her on the phone now!” Reagan was losing her patience.

“Okay. I’ll go get her.”

When Melanie got on the phone, she sounded upset. “What do you want, Reagan?”

“Honey, I’m sorry about today, and for the past week as well. I have been avoiding your place lately because of Sarah. She’s been coming on to me, so I thought it was best to just stay away, but in doing so, it’s caused us problems. I just wanted to tell you I was sorry.”

“Reagan, I wish I could believe that, but she told me a different story. She said you were the one making the moves. She said you kissed her today.”

Reagan was silent before saying, “Let me explain what happened.”

“So it’s true.” mumbled Melanie.

“Melanie, let me explain. It wasn’t like that at all. Melanie, I love you. I would never cheat on you.”

“Then why did you kiss my best friend?” Melanie asked choking on tears.

“I didn’t kiss her. I was taking a nap on the couch and woke up to her on top of me with her tongue in my mouth. She kissed me while I was sleeping, and when I awoke, I pulled away immediately. That’s what happened.”

“You expect me to believe that? Reagan, Sarah and I have been friends for four years. She wouldn’t do that to me, and she wouldn’t lie to me either.”

“And you think I would cheat and lie? Fine. I can’t make you believe me. Why don’t you just go back to Shawn then? I’ll leave you alone, so you can get on with that relationship. It’s obvious that she is more than happy to fulfill your needs. Good bye, Melanie.” Reagan stated hopelessly before hanging up the phone.

Melanie gently hung up her phone before going back to Shawn’s in tears. “What’s wrong?” Shawn asked.

“I think Reagan just broke up with me.” Melanie answered falling onto the couch.

Shawn embraced her. “Why? Did she give you a reason?”

“What am I going to do, Shawn? I love her. I just don’t know who to believe. Sarah’s my best friend. Why would she lie to me? Of course, why would Reagan cheat?”

Shawn stroked Melanie’s hair as she contemplated her options. If she ever wanted a chance with Melanie, it would be the perfect time, but Shawn decided not to manipulate the situation more than it already had been by Sarah. She would feel guilty for the rest of her life to take advantage of Melanie’s confused state, so she just sat in silence. “Look, Melanie.” she finally said. “It wouldn’t be right to sit here and withhold information from you. Reagan told me what happened, and she feels terrible.”

“What did she say?”

“She said that Sarah had been coming on to her, so she was avoiding your place. She feels bad that she never gave Sarah a firm no. She said because she allowed Sarah to continue, she was just as guilty. Reagan was in hopeless tears, and I couldn’t convince her to talk to you, because she said you’d never believe her over Sarah anyway.”

“When did you talk to her?”

“Today as she left. I must admit, I followed her out of the building, because I was angry that she had treated you that way. I was being a bit immature I guess, but I was mad. I started yelling at her, but when I saw her face I knew Sarah had misled her. Sarah manipulated her into thinking that you and I had something going on, and then when Reagan was at her weakest, Sarah took advantage of that.”

“So that’s what Reagan was referring to. She referred to the fact that she thought you and I had something. I just can’t believe this. Why would Sarah do this to me? She’s ruined my relationship with Reagan. I can’t go back to that apartment. I can’t face her right now.”

“Well, you can always crash here if you want.”

Melanie smiled up at Shawn replying, “Thanks. You’re sweet.”

Chapter Eight

Reagan went to work the next day feeling as if all was lost. It felt like that dark, snowy night when she and her parent were on their way home from dinner. Reagan was in the back seat listening to her parents as she began to think if she would ever be in such a loving relationship. Her father took his eyes from the road to gaze fondly upon her mother, and neither of them saw the car skidding out of control into them. In an instant their lives were lost, taken before she could even say a proper farewell. It had been an all-consuming emptiness, and the void had returned.

Reagan just sat in her chair trying to repress her emotions, but when she ran across a note in Melanie’s handwriting as she straightened her desk, she lost control breaking down into tears. Things just seemed to be too overwhelming as she was forced to face the loss of her parent’s passing and Melanie’s absence.

Rob called that morning to see if she could go to lunch, but when he heard her voice, he knew something was wrong with Melanie. He asked what happened, and Reagan did her best to explain, but Rob sensed she was playing her emotions down. “So are you two still together or did you break up?” Rob inquired trying to clarify.

“I can’t be with her if she doesn’t believe me. She took Sarah’s word over mine, so it’s over. She chose that.”

“Well, what can I do to make you feel better? I know this woman at work. I could set you up with her if you want. Her name is Victoria. She’s really cute, and well, more your age than Melanie. No offense of course.”

“Rob, thanks, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not interested in getting involved again.”

“Okay, be that way. How about some lunch then?”

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When Reagan met him for lunch he was already seated, but there was a woman with him. Reagan knew who it was instantly, and she cursed Rob out in her mind as she walked to the table. However she did notice that Rob’s description didn’t do this woman justice. She was beautiful with long, flowing red hair and green eyes. Reagan shot Rob a glare before introducing herself to Victoria. Even though she did feel set up, Reagan found lunch enjoyable with both of them.

That evening as she drove home form work, Rob called her again. “You’re not going to kill me, are you?” he inquired.

“I should. I told you I didn’t want to be set up.”

“I know, but I thought if you just saw her, you might change your mind. I thought lunch would be a casual way to meet with no pressure. So what did you think? Are you interested?”

“Rob, she was great, but I’m not interested in dating right now.”

“Well, what if she hung out with us, so you could get to know her better? Would you mind that?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind, but I’m telling you I’m not interested. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I got it, Reagan. It’s just too bad, because I think she’s interested in you. We talked about you all the way back to the office.”

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Over the next few days Melanie stayed with Shawn. She didn’t want to face Sarah and only went to their apartment to get clothes or food when she knew Sarah was gone. She had no idea that Reagan had called several times, because Sarah never left her any messages until one afternoon. Melanie was in the apartment and noticed there were messages on the machine. She pressed play out of curiosity since technically she still lived there.

“Sarah, this is Reagan. I’m assuming that since Melanie is never there when I call, she’s not living there anymore, or she really doesn’t want to talk to me. Either way would you please tell her that I’ll be by in the next few days to collect my things and drop off my key.”

Going back to Shawn’s, Melanie told her that Sarah was now keeping messages from her. “I can’t live with her anymore! She’s ruined everything with Reagan! I can’t trust her, because she’s lying to me! I don’t know what to do! I can’t afford to live alone, but I can’t stay with her!”

“Hey. It’ll be okay. You know you can always stay here for awhile until you figure things out.”

“Thanks, Shawn. You’re too good to me.”

Shawn shrugged. “You need someone to look out for you until Reagan returns. It might as well be me.”

“Reagan’s not coming back. I should’ve believed her.”

“Oh, I think she’ll come back.”

“You don’t know her like I do. She’s hard-headed and doesn’t deal with confrontation if emotions are involved.”

“You’ve got to get her back then. If you want her, go after her.”

“I think I might when she comes over to get her stuff. It might be my last chance.”

“Good. I think you should. You’ve got to try to work things out.”

“You’re right.” Melanie stated deciding that she would indeed give it one more shot.

That Saturday afternoon Rob invited Reagan over for a barbeque at his place, but Reagan knew it was his excuse to get her together with Victoria again. Nevertheless she accepted his invitation. When she arrived Rob’s friends were all trying to converse with Victoria, staring at her like she was a new toy.

“Hey guys.” Reagan greeted them, but they only mumbled in return without turning to her. Victoria however, looked directly at Reagan and stood. Reagan’s eyes perused Victoria’s body, seeing why the guys were drooling. She had on a form-fitting, low-cut tank top, the perfect shade of green to match her eyes. Her khaki shorts just covered her, accentuating her alluring legs. Her red hair was pulled over her shoulder.

“Hey, Reagan.” She smiled brightly feeling Reagan’s eyes appreciating her figure. Realizing her mouth had fallen open slightly, Reagan quickly said, “Hi, Victoria.”

For the most part everyone just watched the baseball game, but Reagan’s mind drifted to Melanie. She had to get her things. However she dreaded going alone, so she asked Rob if he would go with her.

“Oh Reagan, you know I would if I could, but I really can’t. The guys and I are going to a club to scam on girls. You want to come?”

Reagan shook her head. “No, I really have to go to Melanie’s. I just don’t want to have to go alone. I’m afraid to be alone with Sarah. She makes me uncomfortable.”

A moment went by before Victoria mentioned, “I’ll go if you’d like.” Reagan gave a surprised look but since she was the only volunteer, Reagan agreed.

When Reagan and Victoria arrived at Melanie and Sarah’s apartment, Reagan took a deep breath before knocking. Sarah answered the door. “Well, hello stranger. Who’s your friend?” Reagan didn’t give any reply but asked, “Where’s Melanie?” Sarah gestured them in and they walked into the living room Reagan heard commotion in Melanie’s bedroom and then Shawn appeared carrying a box. Seeing Shawn walk out the door, Reagan turned to Sarah asking, “What’s going on?”

“Melanie’s moving in with Shawn.”

Suddenly feeling her heart drop into the abysmal pit of her stomach, Reagan leaned into Victoria, who wrapped an arm around her for support. Before Reagan could respond, Melanie came out of her bedroom. Everyone became awkwardly silent as Reagan and Melanie exchanged glances. Melanie noticed the way Victoria was holding on to Reagan like a life preserver, a gesture Melanie mistook for insecurity on Victoria’s part. Melanie was fighting back her tears.

“I came for my things.” Reagan finally stated.

Melanie nodded disappearing into her room, momentarily reappearing with a box, which she was holding as if her most valued possession was inside. She extended it to Reagan. Reagan took it, peering in to see all the clothes had been pressed and folded into neat squares.

By this time Shawn had come back from her place demanding an introduction to Victoria, which Reagan quickly gave before returning her attentions to Melanie. Their eyes just stayed locked in their hurt stares. Regan could feel her throat tighten realizing that this was the end. All she wanted to do was to grab Melanie and pull her close once more time, but thinking that she had forced Melanie into Shawn’s arms, she just gazed at Melanie with hopelessness. As Melanie gazed at her love, her Reagan, she sensed that Reagan was finished with her, just as Shawn had predicted and had moved on to a woman more her own age. Realizing this made Melanie painfully speechless.

“Well, I guess I’ll be on my way then.” feebly Reagan said clutching her box tighter.

When Reagan and Victoria got out to the car, Reagan was silent. “Are you okay?” Victoria inquired sympathetically seeing Reagan struggle to get the key in the car door.

“I’m fine.” lied Reagan. “I should take you home now. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than to hang around me right now. I’m afraid I’m not in a sociable mood.”

“That’s okay. I understand. I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we got back to my house and I’ll fix dinner for us.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t want to put you out.”

“Reagan, it’s not a problem. I’d love to cook you dinner. You have to eat, so you might as well agree.” With that Reagan backed down and nodded.

Back at Victoria house, Reagan found herself explaining her relationship with Melanie from the car accident until the incident with Sarah. Victoria seemed to lend a sympathetic ear as she made dinner, but as they sat, Reagan found herself at a cozy, candle light table, which made Reagan retreat into uncomfortable silence. Things had shifted into a more intimate atmosphere, one Reagan wasn’t sure she wanted to be in at the moment, so they ate quietly.

Refilling Reagan’s wine glass Victoria inquired, “Would you mind if I made an observation about Melanie?” Reagan shrugged, so Victoria continued. “She still seems to love you, and I can tell you love her.”

“She doesn’t trust me, though. I can’t have a relationship with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

“So, you’ve decided to move on. Does that mean you’re going to be open to dating again soon?”

“I don’t think so. I’m not interested in that kind of stuff anymore. I did fine before my relationship with her, and I’ll be fine now.”

“Well, that’s too bad. An amazing yet unavailable woman like you is a great loss to the dating pool. So tell me. Is your friend Shawn single? She’s really cute.”

“I’m under the assumption that she and Melanie are together now.”

“You think so? I didn’t get those vibes at all. I didn’t see any chemistry there, not the way I saw it between you and Melanie. They aren’t together.”

Over the course of the evening, Victoria and Reagan enjoyed each other’s company while finishing off two bottles of wine. They had moved to the couch to watch a movie, and as the night progressed they became more physical with each other. The mild physical attraction they felt toward each other became more obvious as they held each other closely on the couch. Reagan was feeling a bit intoxicated and adventurous as she gazed at Victoria’s inviting neck. Leaning to it Reagan took in the scent of her hair. Victoria didn’t say anything at first, allowing Reagan to continue until Reagan kissed it softly. Victoria smiled pleasantly as she shrugged Reagan’s head away from her neck.

“What’s wrong?” Reagan asked looking up at Victoria with heavy eyes.

“Nothing. You look tired. Why don’t we go to bed? It’s been an long day for you.” Victoria suggested standing. She extended her hand, which Reagan took, and they went back to her bedroom.

Upon entering the room, Reagan saw the queen size bed and it struck her that they would be sharing it. Suddenly her daring mood shifted into reservation again. Victoria offered her something to sleep in, but she declined saying she’d sleep in her clothes. Reagan then became a bit more uneasy when she saw Victoria come out of her bathroom in a silk black chemise.

When they got into bed, Reagan immediately turned on her side away from Victoria. A few minutes passed before she felt Victoria’s body brush up against hers as Victoria’s hand came to rest on Reagan’s shoulder. “Reagan, are you asleep?”

“No.”

“Then what are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me? What about me?” Victoria asked in surprise.

“I was wondering if you were going to make a move on me or not.”

“Oh. I didn’t think you did by the way you turned over. Did you want me to?”

“No. I just haven’t been in bed with a woman other than Melanie. It seems strange.”

“Well, that’s what I figured. I don’t cross boundaries like that. I just wanted to cuddle with you.” Reagan turned over on her back to allow Victoria to nuzzle into her chest, and they fell asleep.


Part Six

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.”

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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?”

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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.

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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?”

Chapter Ten

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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