Chapter 8
Melanie felt as though Olivia was weaving a seductive web around her, taking over the powers of her mind and body to the point that she had no will of her own, no control over her actions. It was all happening too fast and the only adjustment to the sudden transition was to go along with it.
Olivia rose on her toes and swayed closer, her soft lips brushing lightly against Melanie's cheek. Melanie trembled, feeling her blood pumping faster all at once, and when their lips finally fused, it seemed to Melanie that the room began to turn in slow circles. The small guest room was quiet and warm and slightly musty. The sounds of the party on the lower floor of the huge chalet were muted and vaguely unreal. None of it was real, Melanie told herself. It was only a dream to be enjoyed, and Melanie allowed herself to be caught up in the enchantment of the moment.
She felt Olivia's fingers rising from her shoulders to twine gently in her hair adding to her headiness. Melanie moaned and responded by instinct.
Olivia eased away, slightly breathless, her lovely face flushed. "You do like me, don't you?"
"Oh, yes."
"When I saw you undressing during the initiation, I got goose bumps all over me and I couldn't wait to be alone with you like this." Olivia gushed excitedly, her light body remaining close, her small hands still cupped behind Melanie's neck.
Melanie was acutely conscious of the perfume that rose up from the swaying girl. "I kept wondering who you were," she mumbled, overcoming the lump in her throat. "I mean you were so nice to me."
Olivia giggled softly. "You looked so scared."
"I was!"
The pink tongue darted over the already moist lips again and the tantalizing body moved forward in another gentle but inciting contact. "Are you scared now, Melanie?"
"No...."
"Honest?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want me?"
Melanie shivered, knowing that she was falling deeper into the magical spell, knowing that every last ounce of resistance and self control was melting under the enchanting allure of the dazzling Olivia. "Yes," she croaked hoarsely, "I want you."
Olivia laughed excited and rose up again for another quick kiss before stepping away. "Let's take off all our clothes."
Melanie nodded, dazedly, and watched Olivia skip across the room to draw the blinds at the window. The cutely formed girl began to undress and Melanie roused herself with an effort, lifting her hands to the zipper of her dress. The terrible anticipation of what was about to take place between them made her fingers stiff and uncooperative, and she fumbled with the clasp and catches of her clothing in near desperation.
A shivery wave of self-consciousness swept over Melanie as she unclasped the hooks of her brassiere and freed her full and tingling breasts. She turned away from Olivia's delighted eyes out of uncontrollable embarrassment, knowing that she'd never be able to finish undressing if the young girl continued to admire her so openly. She stepped out of her half slip and hesitated before hooking her fingers into the elastic band of her sheer panties. The point of no return, she thought fleetingly, her brain a mass of jumbled thoughts. Ursula's face flashed across the mirror of her mind and then, just as quickly, it was replaced with the image of the two naked girls on the wide bed. Nervously, she peeled the panties down her legs to complete her nudity.
"Turn around," a syrupy voice whispered. "Let me look at you."
Melanie steeled herself and turned toward the bed. For one terrible second she thought her heart was going to jump out of her body. Olivia Lucas knelt nakedly in the center of the bed, the pink and gold beauty of her body breathtaking. Melanie stared in open awe, forgetting her own nakedness, oblivious to the blue eyes that danced so delightedly over her own flesh. The young blonde was overpowering in her doll-like perfection and the pink tipped and pertly uptilted breasts held Melanie's eyes like two tiny magnets.
A spasm of desire coursed through her body when Olivia finally lifted her eyes and spoke in a husky whisper. "We go well together," the little girl stated.
Melanie quivered helplessly as the tide of her rising desires was quickened by the strangely exciting words. Suddenly it was impossible for her to remain apart from the adorable, little blonde who knelt so cutely and provocatively in the center of the bed. She moved forward on trembling legs, her heart hammering, her blood racing. When she reached the side of the bed, she felt a terrible need to give vent to all she was feeling at that unbearably exciting moment. "You're beautiful," she whispered fervently, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the pure loveliness of the silken thighs and pink crested breasts and radiantly pretty face. "So very beautiful...."
Olivia's blue eyes sparkled delightedly and then dropped to admire the fullness of Melanie's thrusting breasts. "I'm not nearly as big as you, though," she cooed modestly, lifting her hands to her exquisite breasts. "May I touch you?"
Melanie swayed dizzily. "Yes...."
The little hands rose quickly and flooded over Melanie's pulsing flesh in an exploratory fashion. Melanie as though she was going to faint. The fingers began to dally and tease and toy with maddening artistry. She could feel her nipples growing hard and sharp with each plucking exercise and the desire within her body took on a steady throbbing rhythm.
"Come closer," Olivia said eagerly. "Just like this."
Melanie obeyed without hesitation, swinging her long legs up on the bed. "This way?"
"Uh-huh," Olivia murmured, inching forward. "Now you touch me and I'll touch you."
Tense and trembling, Melanie nodded and slowly lifted her hands to the cutely formed breasts. The blood rushed to her head as Olivia's small hands reciprocated and the erotic thrill of the mutual love-play took hold of her senses. Olivia's flesh felt wondrously cool and indescribably resilient and the fragile tips grew needle sharp almost at the first touch.
"I'm very sensitive there," the small-bodied girl mumbled thickly, her eyes focused on the joint movements of their hands. "You are, too, aren't you?" Melanie felt drunk with sensations and she could hear breathing growing increasingly ragged as the little fingers tweaked and petted her swollen nipples. "Do you like me to do this?" Olivia whispered, her pretty face flushed.
Melanie gulped, her brain fogged. "Yes...."
Melanie let her hands fall away and copied Olivia's movements unthinkingly. She leaned forward at the waist and the hot spasm of electric pleasure shot through her as their breasts came together and their nipples brushed against one another. Without any deliberate thoughts, she obeyed a need and as their breasts ribbed, she sought and found Olivia's sweet tasting lips in a hungry kiss.
For one lovely moment, they clung together in their embrace. Then, pulling her mouth away, Olivia tugged at Melanie's earlobes and arched her back so that her sharp tipped breasts were offered up for sampling. "Don't be shy," she smiled warmly, "I want you to kiss me."
Caught up in a strong craving, stronger than she had experienced with either Kate or Ursula, Melanie moaned her surrender and lowered her lips to the awakened and agitated tips. Olivia's naked body jerked and her fingers tightened their hold and Melanie obeyed their commands happily, finding a deeply fulfilling pleasure, her own breath pulsating wildly. Melanie tried feebly to restrain her hunger.
Melanie's groan of total abandonment was muffled by the softness. All at once there was nothing more important than to give Olivia more pleasure. All at once there was nothing more exciting than to taste every delectable inch of the squirming and shifting body. Reality evaporated and in its place came a glorious state of delirium. Melanie welcomed it with closed eyes and an instinctive subservience to the guidance of the twisting flesh and the directing hands.
Melanie became dully aware of new pressure that she could not fully understand. She resisted it momentarily, reluctant to surrender the dizzying pleasure afforded by the lovely young breasts. Finally, as the fingers tightened in her loose hair, she was forced to give way and slide her wet lips down across the silken smoothness of the quivering and virginal flesh.
The words, impassioned and strangely harsh, penetrated the sensual haze to some degree and the stabbing realization hit home with numbing force. Melanie tried to jerk away, but the small hands twisted in her hair, making her captive and helpless. "Olivia," she gasped, shivering with fearful awareness, "I couldn't do ... I mean, I've never...."
"You can't stop now, damn you," the girl hissed venomously, her angelic face no longer angelic, her writhing nakedness no longer adorably appealing. "Hurry ... hurry ... I'm on fire...."
Melanie's moan was one of confused torment. A part of her was seared by the fact of what was being asked of her; another part of her was seething with a curious but tangible want. The sharp nails were punishing her scalp and the pagan movements of the wanting body were adding to the unwanted excitement.
Melanie flirted with the intoxicating warmth, trying as best she could to retain some detachment, and her unintended teasing seemed to add to Olivia's ecstasy.
The madness of the moment conquered the final inhibitions and restraints and Melanie sobbed her surrender. She was only partially conscious of the hands that no longer punished her, but instead goaded and guided, only partially conscious of the delirious moans of hot excitement that had suddenly become a constant sound, only partially conscious of the one-sidedness of the erotic act she was consummating with the insatiable little blonde girl. Lucid thoughts were impossible amidst the frenzy that drove her to still wilder abandon.
Then, with a meaningful and yet unintelligible cry Olivia's passion became almost impossible to contain. The savage cries and fierce clawings mounted in intensity until the tiny body arched high off the bed in a single and monumental quaking.
"Please, Olivia...."
"No more," the tousled-hair coed panted weakly, "Stop."
"I can't stop ... not yet."
The little hands pushed Melanie away. "I said stop...."
Whimpering and shuddering with frustration, Melanie collapsed on the sheets and dug her nails into the softness of the bed in a pitiful attempt to ease the terrible agony of her raging hunger and need. Without willing them to move, her hands left the bed and swept forcibly up her twitching body to her swollen breasts. She squeezed her throbbing flesh rhythmically and unthinkingly, drawing a small measure of appeasement from her desperate clutchings. She pinched her nipples, hurting herself, and moaned as pain and pleasure coursed through her steaming body. She knew what she was doing was shameful and childish but she couldn't stop. The fiery want was searing her senses and all that mattered was that it be fed in whatever fashion possible.
Eyes half-closed, head tossing back and forth on the sheet, teeth biting hard into her lower lip, Melanie sobbed as her hips jerked in a spasm of responsiveness to the frantic self loving. She felt the fire leap higher and the passion that bubbled like hot lava roared through her veins with ever increasing speed. And it was at that moment, at the height of her delirium, at the peak of her self induced excitement, that she realized that she was being watched.
Olivia Lucas, eyes bright with avid appreciation, was kneeling at her side and watching her in open fascination. "Don't stop," the velvet voice whispered excitedly.
Melanie felt the soft lips capturing the erect nipples of her breasts and the plucking sensation triggering the explosion that had been building inside of her at a dizzying pace. The cry that came up from her as her naked body bucked violently was scarcely human and even before the echo of it died out, she lay panting and drained and thoroughly disgusted with herself and the selfish thrill-seeker who still knelt at her side. Melanie reached out blindly and pushed the feverish face away from her suddenly sore breasts. "Don't!"
She heard Olivia catching her breath and then the soft voice sounded again. "Gee, that was wild."
Melanie tried to shut out the sound of the voice. Every word Olivia uttered added to her shame and disgust. She not only had to face up to the fact of what she had done in front of the girl but also, what she had done for the girl. She felt sick inside, sick with herself, sick with the kind of love the members of The Witchwags seemed to take so much for granted. She felt as though she'd been used, degraded, exploited, and the resentment that came with the feeling was almost as strong as her despair.
Olivia was trying to cuddle close to her. "I knew you'd be like this. I could tell the first time I saw you that you'd be a wonderful lover. When you were kissing me, I thought the top of my head was going to blow off, I swear. Were you serious when you said it was the first time you'd ever...."
Melanie jerked up from the bed, her movement startling Olivia into silence. "Yes," Melanie stated bitterly, keeping her bare back to the naked blonde girl, "it was the first time. The first and the last."
"I don't understand," Olivia stated. "Didn't you like it?"
Melanie shuddered and rose to her feet. The incisive question nagged at her as she walked to her scattered clothing, forcing her to face up to the facts. "I suppose a part of me enjoyed it," she answered finally, talking more to herself than to the naked girl on the bed. "At least, at first ... but then...." Her voice trailed off as her mind struggled to analyze her confused emotions.
Olivia sighed with exasperation. "I can't make you out, I swear. You sound as though you're mad at me."
Melanie continued to dress hurriedly. "Not mad, Olivia. Just disappointed and maybe some what disgusted. Oh, never mind."
"Oh, I see," Olivia murmured, narrowing her eyes. "You're angry because you wanted more from me. Well, all I can say is I never pretended to be that gay. Ask any of the girls. I mean, I like fun once in awhile but ... well, I'm not a queer."
The word seemed to echo in the silence of the room and Melanie felt as though someone had just kicked her in the pit of her stomach. Tears sprang to her eyes, stinging and blurring tears, as she stared at the beautiful blonde who lay curled in a kittenish fashion on the rumpled bed. "And what's that supposed to mean? That you think I'm ... I'm queer? I've only been a member of this damn club for a little less than twenty four hours," Melanie mumbled numbly, shakingly.
Olivia Lucas merely moved one rounded shoulder in an indifferent shrug. It was a cruel answer. Melanie turned sharply and fled from the small bedroom.