Chapter 1

At first, they didn't like each other.

Not terribly unusual, when two beautiful young girls are put in each other's presence, for the natural competitive feelings to flow, especially in a school setting. The only thing that probably kept Ilsa Petersson and Melanie Flowers from becoming mortal enemies was the fact that their school had no boys. Also, when the willowy, Swedish-born Ilsa and California-bred Melanie were made roommates, becoming friends was the only realistic option.

Ilsa had skin like porcelain, and silky, light brown hair. Her hazel eyes were clear and brilliant, and her voice was as soft as a spring morning. She was a disarmingly beautiful girl, and everyone wanted to be her friend. Gentle as a doe and careful in her movements and actions, the girl captured everyone, students and teachers alike, with her grace and soft presence. Unlike her parents, she had almost no no accent. Raised in Atlanta's high-brow Buckhead suburb, her shapely, newly blossomed body filled the school traditional uniform ( thigh-length red plaid skirt and white blouse) in a way that made everyone marvel. Ilsa, her long legs carrying her sweetly down the halls, was truly a creature to be admired.

Melanie was the consummate rich cutie from San Diego's ultra-posh LaJolla community. Like most girls in this exclusive school, she was used to the finer things in life, and having Ilsa as a roommate seemed to continue the legacy. The first thing they found about each other was a love for drama, and they both ended up in the same drama class.

She dressed in front of the mirror now as Ilsa, in only her panties and bra, watched.

"I was too tired to go to this thing, Melanie," Ilsa said, leaning back on her elbows, "but I've just got to see you in that new dress of yours."

Melanie giggled, and pulled the cute black dress on, and started brushing her thick, golden hair. "Hey I can't go without you. Come zip me up, ok?"

Ilsa obliged, pulling the tiny zipper up Melanie's back and stepping back to look at her roommate. "Wow... terrific."

Melanie grinned, and turned like a model, posing dramatically. Ilsa loved the adorable curve in Melanie's upper lip when she smiled, it reminded her, as did the rest of her friend's face actually, of the actress Meg Ryan.

This was going to be a fun party. The "Spring Break" celebration, the night before their one week hiatus from school, was only one of three parties throughout the year that the girls got to dress up in something other than uniform clothes, and let loose a little. Only their Christmas party and end of the year party carried the same privilege. An added bonus was that this party, like the Christmas party, was going to have some boys from the private boys school forty miles away.

"Well, I guess I should get dressed too," Ilsa said. The lovely Scandanavian girl got up and took her dark, multi-colored floral print silk slidress from the hanger and slid sensually into it's feminine confines. The dress poured over her and she instantly looked like she had been born in the sleek garment. She turned, checking herself, her thin lips spreading into a small smile. The hem of the sexy dress came up high on her thighs, and many eyes would be on her beautiful legs tonight.

Melanie, too, would catch some envious gazes, Ilsa knew, as she glanced over at her friend, whose shorter but very shapely body moved fluidly under the flimsy black dress. Melanie's dancing, mischievous eyes were large and liquid, and she looked simply delicious after she skillfully painted her mouth with some soft burgundy lipstick.

The two girls put on their favorite perfumes, and turned to each other, holding each of other's hands. "Ready?" Melanie, the more talkative of the two, asked.

"Yes," Ilsa said, "let's go."

Ilsa thought it was sweet that Melanie didn't let go of her right hand as they walked out of the dormitory and down the path to the assembly hall. They had become such good friends over the school year already, and shared so many secrets and dreams. Melanie, she found out very quickly, was a "toucher". It wasn't unusual for her blonde friend to bump up against her, lay her head on her shoulder, or just come up from behind and give her a hug. Ilsa came from a family that didn't do a lot of hugging and touching, so her very affectionate roommate took a little getting used to, but they were such good friends now, it didn't matter, and she kind of liked it. With their tiny purses in one hand and their other hands softly clasped together, swinging playfully, they went inside, being greeted by a gaggle of friends.

Melanie watched her slender friend blush slightly as a group of boys gawked at them, and said "wo!" and "nice!" loud enough for them to hear. They got some punch, caught up with some friends, and before she knew it, Melanie had two offers to dance, and she lost track of Ilsa for a while. After dancing with a couple of nice boys, Melanie excused herself and headed to the ladies' room, which meant exiting the assembly hall and walking down a covered breezeway. Just before she got the door, she noticed Ilsa and a boy standing under a tree just down the path from the building. She smiled, and was about to go into the bathroom, when she distinctly heard Ilsa say, "No, I don't know you that well..."

Melanie paused, and started walking towards them slowly, seeing if Ilsa may need her. The boy had his hands clamped onto Ilsa's forearms, and was saying something, and smiling. Then he leaned forward, and she saw Ilsa lean away from him, and this time she said, "Hey... you said we were only going for a walk... now please!"

Melanie hurried down the path and got next to both of them, and it was clear that Ilsa was uncomfortable with this boy's advances. "Leave her alone," Melanie said simply.

"Heyy..." the boy smiled, "I was just--"

"Just leave her alone, she doesn't want to be with you, obviously."

The boy shrugged, let go of Ilsa, and walked back to the party. Melanie took Ilsa by her shoulders and stood in front of her. "Hey, are you all right?"

Ilsa nodded and forced a smile, but Melanie could feel her friend trembling. Melanie pulled her beautiful roommate to her and hugged her close. "What was that guy trying to do, kiss you?"

Ilsa put her arms around Melanie. Her voice was weak.

"He's just a jerk. Let's forget him, Melanie. I'm ok."

Melanie caressed Ilsa's back and rocked her gently. Ilsa smiled, inhaling the flowery scent of Melanie's hair. Her friend had made her feel better in just seconds.

"C'mon then, let's go have fun, girl," Melanie said, grabbing her hand. The two friends walked back into the hall and fell right back into the mood of celebration. At one point, the two girls were dancing with some friends, some boys on the periphery, no one paired up, and the pulsing beat fell to a slow ballad. Melanie flashed that adorable smile at Ilsa, and without any hesitation at all, the two girls joined in a gentle embrace, moving softly to the music. Melanie felt so lucky to have such a great friend, and she looked up into Ilsa's eyes--the brown-haired girl was about three inches taller than her--and was met with the most angelic look from Ilsa's light, crystalline eyes, she felt a powerful surge of affection deep in her chest. She felt like she could melt, Ilsa's friendship was so real and tangible at that moment. Others were dancing around them, boys with girls, mostly, but the two friends somehow didn't notice or even care, and most everyone didn't seem to give a second thought that

Just as the chorus to the ballad poured forth in a swelling of strings, the two girls' legs brushed in such a way, that, as Ilsa turned, Melanie's step brought her closer into Ilsa, in between the taller girl's movements, and their mounds, hidden under the flimsy fabric of their dresses, met, pressing tenderly against one another, and stayed locked gently by the positions of the girls' thighs.

Melanie didn't know what Ilsa was feeling at that moment, but, Melanie, with her face resting against Ilsa's bare, silky shoulder, felt a near electric jolt when their mounds nestled up against one another. It was like a kiss, loosely veiled by two skimpy garments... it was warm, tantalizing, and precious. She couldn't tell, because of the clatter of the party and the music, but she could have sworn she heard a small gasp come from Ilsa's throat as the inadvertent bumping occurred. She closed her eyes, her face cuddling the other girl's shoulder, and the two pussies somehow stayed pressed into one another for the longest moment before their feet shifted and they finally slid apart. Melanie knew Ilsa wore no pantyhose, and neither did she, and Melanie's underwear was the tiniest black lace thong. She didn't know it, but Ilsa's satin panties were very thin, and transmitted even the slightest breeze to her young sex.

Nothing was said, though Melanie's heart was pounding so hard she was sure Ilsa could feel it's thumping against her breast. The song ended almost immediately afterward, as if the sole reason it had been played was just for that accidental meeting of the young girls' privates.

Ilsa smiled at her cute friend, and Melanie returned the smile, swallowing and trying to look composed. They drifted apart for another hour, chatting with friends and a couple of boys, and the party started to wind down.

Later, in their dorm room, Melanie slipped out of her black dress and got into bed as Ilsa came out of the bathroom in a cotton nightshirt.

"So, off we go tomorrow," Melanie sighed.

"Yes. I'll miss you, Melanie."

"Oh, Ilsa, you've got to call your parents in the morning and ask their permission to come with us, just for a couple of days!"

The Swedish beauty nestled under her bedsheets and smiled at her friend. Melanie was turned on her side, facing her. A couple of weeks ago, Melanie had invited Ilsa to join her and her parents at their condo down in Florida for the beginning of Spring break.

"Ok, I'll ask them."

"We will have so much fun, Ilsa!" Melanie grinned. "It's beautiful there, and we can hit the beach together."

"Ok, you've convinced me," Ilsa giggled softly. "Oh, and before I forget, thanks for rescuing me from that guy tonight. You're the best friend a girl could have."

"Aww, babe, of course, what is a girlfriend for? I love you, silly, you know that."

"I love you, too, Melanie. Goodnight."

Melanie fell asleep with the warmth of her friends voice in her heart, but as she drifted off, there was something else, something curious and enticing, and the last thing she felt before sleep enclosed her was the memory of how it felt when she was on the dance floor, in her lovely friend's arms, their pussies accidentally pushing together like two hesitant lovers...

The next morning, Ilsa bounced happily out to Melanie's car as she and her parents helped her with her luggage for the week. "I can go!!" she squealed, and the two friends hugged happily.

Melanie's mother smiled. "We'll be happy to have you, sweetheart."

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Flowers. My parents changed my ticket so that I will meet you in Florida and they arranged a limo to take me to Sanibel Island so you don't have to drive all that way and pick me up. Then three days later, I'll fly to Atlanta and spend the rest of the week with them."

"Hooray!" Melanie said, pecking Ilsa on the cheek before climbing into the car. "See you then, Ilsa!"

Ilsa waved and went back inside to finish packing.

Twelve hours later, the two girls sat on the edge of the bed in their hotel room in Sanibel.

"You have your own room here, Melanie?? How cool!"

Melanie nodded, and then opened the vertical blinds. "And look, we walk to the beach in two minutes."

"Wow, awesome."

"Yeah, but we're going to another beach... a much nicer one," Melanie said. "C'mon, get your stuff. Mom gave me the BMW for the day. We're on our own, babe!!"

"Wooo!" Ilsa said, laughing at her own celebration. "But, what's wrong with this beach?"

"Oh nothing. But this one is just nicer, and quieter, and well... special. You'll see. Let's go!"

Half an hour later, the girls were walking a sand path from the parking lot to a secluded beach area with no signs. Ilsa was wearing a lovely, brightly colored red, orange and yellow thong bikini, with a tiny ruffled skirt around the waist, and Melanie had a royal blue t-back that showed off, well everything. Together, they looked like two models about to do a swimsuit shoot.

When they got out to the beach, Ilsa saw that the foliage nearby meandered along the beach, creating little "coves". Then, she saw why Melanie called this beach "special." The pretty brunette put her hand over her mouth.

"Melanie, some of these people are naked!"

Melanie giggled. "I know. It's a 'clothing optional' beach. That's what is cool. You can wear clothes or not, and no one cares. C'mon!" She took her friend's hand and led her to a cove-like area, where they had semi-privacy, but could still see a few people nearby. It wasn't crowded, though, like most beaches.

Melanie spread their large towel out and they put their mini-cooler and bag of stuff nearby.

The blonde with the actress looks grinned at her friend. "Let's take off our tops!"

"Melanie! I d-don't know... ummm gosh..." Ilsa smiled nervously and looked around, spying a man in his fifties about twenty or so yards away, laying on his back on a towel, a smaller towel draped over his privates. To her right, a little further away, were two women, maybe in their thirties or forties, naked to the sun, wearing only large straw hats and sunglasses.

Ilsa's eyes grew wide as Melanie calmly undid her top and dropped it to the towel. Her gorgeous friend shook her blonde hair out and gave her that Meg Ryan-like smile.

"Melanie!" Ilsa exclaimed.

"Oh, come on girl," Melanie chided her, "you've got such a pretty body. No need to be ashamed. Besides, no one is looking, see?"

It was true. No one paid them any attention, it seemed. Ilsa glanced at her friend's beautifully shaped breasts, her small brown nipples hard in the gentle ocean breeze. She shrugged, and reached behind her to untie her colorful top. A few seconds later, she let it drop to the towel, and modestly covered herself with both hands.

"Unh-uh..." Melanie scolded gently, and took Ilsa's hands away.

Ilsa blushed, and looked down, then reached into her bag for some lotion. "Ok, ok... I swear Melanie, if it was anyone else but you, I would never do this crazy stuff."

Melanie laughed. "Of course, I'm your crazy friend, remember?"

The two girls laid in the sun for nearly half an hour, chatting lazily, and occasionally giggling quietly to each other when a naked sunbather would walk by. Melanie stood, and took a towel with her. "I have to go to the bathroom. Stay here and watch our stuff, ok? We can take turns. Otherwise, we have to take everything with us each time."

"Sure, no problem." Ilsa propped herself up on her elbows, and glanced down at her own breasts. They glistened gently in the sun, the coconut oil lotion she had coated them with were going to give her a lovely tan if she stayed out here long enough. She watched the waves, enjoyed the gentle cries of the seagulls, and was almost comfortable with being topless, though she wished Melanie would hurry back.

The curvy blonde returned shortly, and made a face. "I guess it's my turn to have a jerky guy after me," she said, shaking her head. "He followed me almost all the way over here, asking me all these questions. I got rid of him pretty easily though."

"How did you do that?" Ilsa asked.

"I told him I was a lesbian and didn't like guys at all," Melanie giggled.

Ilsa burst out laughing. "Oh, that must have stopped him in his tracks."

Melanie grinned, and laid next to her friend, on her tummy. "Yeah, I think so. His eyes got real big, and he mumbled something, and next thing I knew, he was gone."

After a few moments, Melanie turned over so she could sun and see the ocean at the same time.

Ilsa heard Melanie say, "Oh, shit."

"What's the matter, Mel?"

"That guy. He's coming this way. He saw me. Dammit."

Ilsa squinted and spied a guy of about twenty, with a small towel cinched around his waist. He was about fifty yards away and working his way toward them. "The guy with the frosted hair?"

"Yep, that's him, and he's definitely coming this way. Shit." Melanie sat up for a moment. "Ok, Ilsa, you have to be my lezzie girlfriend."

"What?"

"You know, play along. Just pretend it's a drama class exercise. Follow my lead... c'mon he's almost here... remember, just play along with me!"

"Well, ok--"

With that, Melanie climbed on top of Ilsa, straddling one of her legs, and lowered her mouth onto Ilsa's, kissing her slowly, but passionately.

Ilsa was stunned at first, then told herself, "drama exercise" and she wrapped her arms around Melanie's back, returning the kiss. Melanie was certainly going heavy on realism, as Ilsa felt the other girl's tongue slide into her mouth. Her friend's skin was silky and smelled of the sun and coconut oil. Ilsa's own skin bristled with goosebumps at the sudden, nearly naked contact as her friend moved slowly on top of her in a slow humping motion.

Isla heard soft footsteps in the sand as Melanie's mouth melted in hers, and she knew the boy was close, if not right next to them. Her heart pounding, she moved her hands all over Melanie's back. My god, she thought, Melanie and I are making out! She felt her friend's shapely thigh in between her legs, their nipples were bumping all over each other, and Melanie, really playing it up now, was moaning softly into Ilsa's mouth as the guy walked up.

"Wow," a male voice said. "I guess you weren't kidding!"

Melanie broke the kiss, and straightened up partially on her hands. She looked up at the guy with annoyance. "Do you mind? I mean, you can't take a hint? And now, you have to come here and interrupt??"

"Look, I'm umm... sorry..." the guy seemed totally displaced, but was having a hard time walking away. "Maybe the three of us can have a drink later, you think? Or... I dunno... ummm..." the guy had one hand casually in front of the growing bulge in his towel.

Melanie sighed dramatically. "Does it look like hanging out with a guy is on my mind right now?"

Since she was already pinned under Melanie and was, as far as this guy was concerned, Melanie's lover, Ilsa decided to add her own theatrics.

"Baby," she whined, looking up at Melanie with a dramatic pout, "I want to keep making out! Don't stop now!"

"See?" Melanie said to the guy, gesturing to Ilsa, "now, please, leave us."

"Yeah. Ok." The boy cleared his throat and walked off, but turned and stole several glances as he went.

Melanie went back down to Ilsa, and gathered her in her arms, resuming the very realistic kissing. Ilsa fell back into the performance, but couldn't help but enjoy the incredible feelings she was experiencing as her beautiful friend's scantily-clad body squirmed on top of hers. They kissed and caressed until the guy was out of sight, and Ilsa found Melanie's pretty mouth so soft and beautiful on hers. Ilsa was flush, knowing that the boy wasn't the only one who had seen them. She turned her head to one side as Melanie slowly got off her, and saw the middle-aged man, his head turned towards them, the towel at his groin now a tent with his very obvious erection underneath.

Ilsa herself, though her blood now simmered with embarassment, could not deny the sticky moisture she felt deep in her bikini bottoms. She was trembling slightly, and very hot. She watched Melanie climb off her and kneel in the sand, looking off in the direction the boy had gone.

Melanie then looked down at her drama partner. "Bravo, !" She giggled, "An academy award for Ilsa Petersson!"

Ilsa had to laugh too. "You're the one!" she said, and the two girls laughed hard. Ilsa, however, noticed clearly that Melanie's chest was heaving, and the little valley in her neck, where her jugular vein passed, was fluttering like a flag in a strong wind.

The man to the left of them was smiling, and his erection was still visible, and Ilsa was suddenly very uncomfortable with their display, fake though it was. To him, she thought, we are lesbian lovers! She shook off the wild sensations snaking through her own chest, and gathered her things.

"C'mon, Melanie. Let's go. I don't want to stay here."

Melanie saw the man too, and nodded. "Ok," she said. The girls replaced their tops and gathered their things.

The man with the towel covering his hard-on now wore the pout, and his tent slowly sagged as he watched the pretty girls walk away.

The ride back from the beach was full of nervous laughter and distracted conversation. The two friends were more animated than usual, even the gentle Ilsa. The girls danced in their seats to the radio and acted silly, laughing about anything and everything. Not a word was spoken, however, about the fact that they had just minutes before been in a near naked embrace, French kissing like there was no tomorrow, on a beach in full view of several people.

They arrived back at the condo and found that Melanie's parents were gone. The cool of the air conditioner lulled both girls into a dreamy state, their bodies still glowing from the morning in the sun.

"Wanna go in the pool to cool off?" Melanie asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a shower instead," Ilsa said lazily. "Maybe a swim later, after dinner."

Ilsa got up and went into the bathroom. She didn't bother to shut the door, and she took off her top as Melanie came in, looking for something. "Seen my red brush, Ilsa?"

"No, babe, sorry." Ilsa moved to the shower, and started to peel off her bikini just then.

Melanie kept a small overnight bag with a bunch of things she hadn't yet unpacked, and it was on the floor, against the wall next to the shower. She knelt there, fiddling with it, tossing the contents and looking for the brush. She stopped and turned to Ilsa as Ilsa's thong bottoms slid down her calves to her ankles.

"What a day, huh?" Melanie asked, looking up at her, "aren't you glad you came with us?"

Ilsa smiled down at Melanie, who was kneeling very close. "Very glad."

"Here hon, I'll get it," Melanie offered, and before Ilsa could bend to reach the tiny thong, Melanie took the bottoms in her fingers and her gorgeous, now-naked friend stepped out of them carefully. Melanie looked up to smile at Ilsa, and on their way up her eyes could not resist a glimpse at the naked pussy just above her. Ilsa turned just then and slid open the shower glass door, and Melanie found herself looking at her friend's luscious behind.

"What a cute hinie!" Melanie blurted out, and gave Ilsa a quick, painless pinch near the bottom of her tender buttock.

"Yeek!" Ilsa yelped, giggling afterward. "No pinching!"

Melanie was about to get up, but found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn't fathom it completely, but her gaze was transfixed on Ilsa's thighs as she stepped into the shower, and the blonde was given another brief glimpse of Ilsa's pussy lips from behind before her other leg went in and the door closed.

Melanie Flowers knelt there for a moment, and then closed her eyes, the delicious kissing "act" at the beach swirling in her mind. Her tummy went swimming with pangs of forbidden excitement when she thought of it... she allowed herself a rapid replay of the scene, and marvelled at herself, and how quickly she had initiated the scene, and boldly started kissing her friend out in the open. My god, what had come over her? Well, she thought as she heard the water bouncing and splashing over Ilsa's body, whatever it was had been sweet. What, she wondered, did Ilsa think of it all? She kept her eyes closed for another couple of moments, and suddenly she could somehow smell her sweet friend... she seemed so close all of a sudden, even though she was in the shower, the intimacy of her friend's body, how it moved under her, how Ilsa stroked her during the kissing, seemed to come alive to her now, and--

She startled herself, her eyes opening suddenly as she realized that she had Ilsa's thong bottom clutched to her face, and she was inhaling it as she daydreamed! She brought the swimsuit away from her nose quickly, mortified that Ilsa might have seen her. She glanced at the shower, seeing a lovely beige sillouhette of her friend's naked frame in the steamy chamber and got up from the spot where she knelt.

"Find the brush?" Ilsa called sweetly from the shower.

"Umm... nope... not yet," Melanie returned nervously. The pretty blonde teen went back out to the bedroom to clear her head, and she carefully laid Ilsa's thong bottoms on her suitcase. Melanie looked toward the bathroom. The water was still rushing in the shower. Her heart was beating wildly. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she couldn't help it. She picked up Ilsa's bottoms again, and held them to her face. This time she made sure that the little cotton crotch panel was up against her nostrils. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, absorbing her friend's aroma. The vague, tangy-sweetness left by her friend's body gave her a tingle that spread through her entire body. My god, she thought, standing there, what is happening to me?

Melanie put the thong back and resolved not to touch it again. She wondered again, though, what Ilsa felt, and whether she was still thinking about that "pretending" they had done at the beach to get rid of the pesky admirer.

Ilsa came out a while later, wrapped in a towel. "Your turn," she said, smiling at Melanie.

Melanie peeled off her t-shirt that she had put on for the ride back, then stripped down in the bathroom.

"What a day..." she heard Ilsa sigh. "I feel great now."

"I still can't get over your great performance, Ilsa," Melanie called out, hoping to draw Ilsa into a conversation about it.

"No... not me. You were the one who directed the show," Ilsa said with a small smile.

They had broken the moratorium, at least, on the subject.

"I just have to hear that great line again, Ilsa," Mel said from the bathroom. "C'mon, lemme hear that whiny voice, where you begged your girlfriend to keep kissing!" Melanie hung her bathing suit on the towel rack and decided to put on a towel. She had to go out and hear Ilsa say this.

She found Ilsa lying on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, in a pair of small light blue cotton panties.

Ilsa giggled, remembering. She covered her face, then uncovered it, falling into drama mode. Then she did her best to repeat what she had ad-libbed at the beach in the same seductive whine: "Baby, c'mon! I want to keep making ouuuut!" Then she laughed, covering her eyes with her hands and shaking her head at the memory.

When Ilsa took her hand away, though, there was Melanie, one knee between her thighs, kneeling on the bed with a towel around her, looking at her with a penetrating gaze.

"And who could resist a request like that?" Melanie said softly, her smile slowly slipping from her face, her eyes shining as she looked deeply into the mesmerizing eyes of her lovely companion. Melanie unhooked the towel and dropped it to the floor.

She was naked.

Ilsa kept her eyes locked on her friend's captivating, loving stare. She tried to speak, but no words would form. She could only look up into Melanie's eyes and wonder what was happening.

"No one is watching us now," Melanie said, her voice almost a whisper.

Ilsa swallowed. There was no more wondering. She was thoroughly entranced, her heart hammering softly as she lay looking up at Melanie's nakedness. The radiance in her friend's face, the heat that danced between their young bodies with each second, culminated in one thunderous reality: real passion, not the theatrics on the beach, was closing in on them like a tornado, roaring louder in their young bodies with each passing second.

Melanie leaned down closer, her hands on either side of Ilsa's head. Their faces were just a couple of inches away, and Ilsa could feel the warmth of Melanie's sun-drenched body radiating gently around her. The blonde beauty searched Ilsa's eyes, and Ilsa nodded, almost imperceptibly. Melanie didn't need the nod. She knew, from the pleading glint in Ilsa's eyes that she had been given permission.

Melanie wordlessly lowered her nude body down on top of Ilsa, and enclosed her friend's tender mouth with hers. Ilsa whimpered as Melanie's tongue pushed gently into her mouth, and her hands went up to Melanie's naked sides, holding there for a moment, then caressing slowly. Melanie's body was alive with excitement, her naked mound pressed passionately into Ilsa's which was barely covered by the little panties.

Melanie's blonde hair fell in silky cascades down around Ilsa, who was arching gently and trying to manage the sudden, swirling, overwhelming rapture of Melianie's ardent and naked embrace. The kiss broke naturally, as both girls were gasping for air, and Ilsa shuddered with sweet ripples of arousal as Melanie's face went to her neck. It has happened! Ilsa thought as her body raced with the wild sensations Melanie was giving her. All the touchings, all the growing affection and closeness of their rooming together, the sweet little physical intimations that had passed in silence between them, had condensed and was crashing slow-motion over both of them like a giant wave of erotic adventure.