Chapter 2

When Melanie flung the door open to their dorm room, Ilsa looked up from where she sat on the bed and her eyes lit up. She leapt up and hugged Melanie tightly and the two girls giggled as they held each other. Both had on their uniforms, and the short red skirts pushed up slightly as they twirled around.

They stopped, their faces just an inch apart. "We made it!" Melanie said. Ilsa nodded, and they beamed at each other for a long, heavenly moment.

Ilsa nodded happily. She took her finger and gently trailed it down the length of Melanie's cute nose. "Glamour girl..." she whispered.

Melanie giggled softly, her breath warm and sweet on Ilsa's face. "Swedish princess..." she murmured, moving forward slightly and kissing the corner of Ilsa's pretty mouth. Ilsa closed her eyes, and shifted her face slightly so that their lips met fully, and she gently enclosed the blonde girl's upper lip between hers, and sucked gently. Melanie moaned gently, feeling Ilsa's nipples hardening and brushing against her breasts.

"I missed you," Ilsa whispered.

Just as the two girls' tongues slid out to taste each other's mouths, a rapid double-knock sounded at the door, and the girls quickly broke apart, straightening themselves.

The door swung open and the heavyset dormitory matron, Miss Nessick, poked her head inside. She smiled at the two lovely

teens.

"Just doing the end-of-spring-break room check, girls!" she sang. "Gotta make sure everyone is back and in before curfew."

All girls had to be in their rooms by 11pm. It was nine now. She made two checkmarks on a clipboard, and waved before leaving. Not ten seconds after Miss Nessick left, Julie, one of the girls from the room next door, pounded on the door. "Hey you guys are back! You gotta see what I bought in Tahoe!"

They humored Julie as she dumped a bunch of new clothes on their bed, and then looked at each other, as they heard more commotion down the hall. "You know what this is going to be like tonight," Melanie sighed. "People coming in and out all night with show and tell."

"Yes," Ilsa said, giggling.

"Let's take a walk," Melanie whispered.

"A walk?"

"Yeah, I'll go first. Meet me behind the gym!"

Ilsa's bit her lip with excitement. "Ohhh... near the woods?"

"Now you're getting the idea," Melanie grinned.

Melanie gave her a quick peck on the lips and hurried out. Ten minutes later, Ilsa left and wove her way down the hall, hugging some friends, and then out the side door which led to a grassy path, kind of a back road to the gym. When she got there, Melanie was standing with her back to the gym, and the Assistant Headmistress, the stern Miss Franklin, a tall brunette with glasses, was talking to her.

The shapely Miss Franklin turned her head and saw Ilsa. She frowned at the pretty youngster in confusion. Before the faculty member could ask why Ilsa was there, too, Ilsa quickly threw her hands up.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you, Melanie! Julie wants to show us a bunch of stuff she got in Lake Tahoe, c'mon!"

Miss Franklin's face relaxed, and she smiled softly. "Anyway, Melanie--and I should tell you too, Ilsa--everything on the bay side of the science portable is off limits tonight. Someone spotted a bear here last night, and we aren't taking any chances until the wildlife rangers can get here tomorrow and check things out for us. No coming out here at night for any reason. Got it?"

"Ok, Miss Franklin, thanks."

The girls went back up the path to the dorm, looking at each other helplessly. "Quick thinking, Ilsa!" Melanie whispered with a smile. When they got to their room, three girls were sitting on their beds with no less than five photo albums spread out on both beds.

"Picture time!!" Stephanie Rhodes yelled. "We've been waiting for you!"

Ilsa and Mel shared a quick glance and sat on the bed. An hour later, Melanie was fast asleep while Stephanie and two other girls kept up the vacation show. Ilsa yawned, and climbed into the opposite bed. The last thing she remembered was Stephanie saying "Goodnight!" and closing the door, before her eyelids slid shut for the night.

Ilsa had two classes with Melanie, and neither girl could resist a longing glance at the other every so often.

At lunch, they stood in line together. "You hungry?" Melanie asked.

"Not really," said Ilsa, shrugging.

Melanie leaned forward and whispered into the silky hair covering Ilsa's ear. "Miss Franklin didn't say the woods were off limits in the daytime!"

Ilsa blushed and smiled at her, glancing around to see who was watching. Everyone was engrossed in their own conversations. "Meet you there," she whispered back.

Melanie drifted casually out of line and, when no one was watching, sneaked off to the corner of the gym by the woods.

Ilsa stood around for a bit, even taking a tray with a couple of items on it. When no one was watching, she walked all the way to the opposite side of the cafeteria, dumped the yogurt and muffin the garbage, and quietly slipped out the side door.

Melanie was waiting by the back of the gym, and waved her over. When Ilsa got there, her heart was pounding and her stomach was full of butterflies. It was a warm, breezy morning, and their little skirts danced gently as Melanie took her hand and led her into the thick woods.

Isla followed Melanie up a slight hill, and soon, when they looked back, they couldn't see any part of the school. It was shaded, and there was a small area thick with soft fallen leaves.

Melanie sat down, pulling Ilsa with her. "Come on, sit on my lap..."

"On your lap?"

"Yes, I can kiss you better that way!" Melanie insisted.

Ilsa giggled, and sat sideways on her friend's bare thighs, putting her arm around her and tilting her head slightly. Melanie slid both arms around Ilsa's tiny waist and their mouths met, tongues searching hungrily for each other. Isla's hair smelled flowery and her soft skin sent ripples of goosebumps across Melanie's body. The moist, tender joining of their mouths was heavenly, and both girls moaned softly, their hands caressing each other's hair and backs as their lips and tongues entwined.

Melanie pulled one hand back and massaged Ilsa's bare thigh as they kissed passionately, and felt a stab of delight as she felt Ilsa's thighs part. She crept further up, until her fingers touched the warm cotton of her panties. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged gently.

"C'mon," she whispered to the now heavily breathing Ilsa, "take these off."

Ilsa lifted up slightly and together they slid Ilsa's panties down her long legs and off her shoes. Melanie put the panties to her mouth and kissed them with smooching sounds, as she smiled into Ilsa's eyes.

"Ohhh... bad girl!" Ilsa said, grinning and turning a deep crimson. The scandanavian beauty then bent both her knees, and leaned back into Melanie's embrace, so that she was kind of cradled against her, like a baby.

Melanie's fingers went under the red skirt again, this time touching the bare, softly haired mound. She stroked their while resuming their kiss, and then rotated two fingers gently at the opening of Ilsa's pussy. Melanie's heart leapt as she felt the molten fluids there, soft, creamy and plentiful, and she pushed in and out slightly, her fingertips bathing in the precious liquid. Ilsa's pussy made moist, smacking sounds and the brown haired girl shuddered, the pleasure surging through every inch of her. She surrendered herself to Melanie, melting in the blonde girl's arms as Melanie's fingers probed her snug, slippery tunnel.

High, muffled squeals swirled from Ilsa's throat as Melanie pressed deeper, spearing her roommates lovely, excitement-slickened fruit. Keeping her mouth on Ilsa's, she withdrew the fingers and moved her cream-coated fingers lower. She gently swabbed the tight, puckered opening of Ilsa's ass, anointing it with her own juices, and felt the tiny rosebud flex against her fingertip.

Melanie moved her mouth to Ilsa's ear, and nuzzled her. "Can I?" she asked Ilsa. She had never done that to her.

Ilsa nodded and panted raggedly.

Melanie nibbled on Ilsa's baby-soft earlobe, and slowly pushed against the pinched flesh, and finally felt it yield. Her finger slid into Ilsa's ass and was enthustiastically sucked in by the tiny muscles. Ilsa squealed softly and tilted her head back, her silky brown hair falling over Melanie's arm as she held her gorgeous friend. Then, she pitched forward, as Melanie burrowed her finger deeper, and nestled her face against Melanie's collar, panting there. Melanie tilted Ilsa's face back up and kissed her deeply, fingering her lovely, tight asshole with slow but determined thrusts as she devoured her mouth.

Ilsa's gasps were soon vibrating in Melanie's mouth, and had turned to deep, stuttering groans. Melanie was delirious with Ilsa's passionate sounds, overjoyed that the exploration of her darkest hidden secret was pleasuring her so much. With her finger anchored deep inside her friend's forbidden tunnel, extended her thumb up and swabbed Ilsa's clit at the same time.

Ilsa shook as if an explosion had gone off inside her, and indeed, one had. The tender girl's body rocked and spasmed on Melanie's lap as she clutched around her friend's neck for dear life, her high-pitched squeals of ecstasy echoing softly in the woods.

Melanie held Ilsa, kissing her head, both girls trembling in each other's arms, Ilsa panting gently against Melanie's blouse. Then Melanie glanced at her watch.

"Omigod, we have to get to class." The girls used Ilsa's panties to wipe up Ilsa's generous emanations from her thigh and Melanie's fingers, brushed off the leaves and fodder, and giggled as they made their way back down the hill to their next class.

At the edge of the woods, near the gym, Ilsa gave Melanie a hurried but luscious kiss.

"See you soon!"

"Bye my angel!" Melanie smiled, humming with arousal that had not yet been sated.

Ilsa had been studying hard for a test, sitting at her desk, and Melanie was getting ready to go out. The cover-girl blonde had to speak in town at the Young Women Writers Assocation, as she had won their contest last year and was given an honorary position as Chairperson for the New Writers committee. She was speaking to an assembly of young girls who were aiming at writing careers.

Ilsa looked up from her text book and admired her lover. My god, she looked beautiful, all dressed up and in high heels. But something was worming its way around Melanie's usual bouncy, confident persona, and Ilsa, being so close to her--in so many ways--had noticed it.

"Melanie," she said, leaning back. "What's been bothering you lately? Ever since we got back from spring break, something has been on your mind. Is it... us?"

Melanie looked at her watch, then sighed. She regarded Ilsa with trepidation, and was unsure about telling her. Indeed, she had kept it hidden since their return from that magical week in which she and her gorgeous roommate had become lovers.

"No, it's not really 'us'. Ilsa, I love you, you know that. We are fine." She leaned against the desk and stroked Ilsa's silky brown hair. It's ummm..."

Out with it, Melanie told herself. "My mom, Ilsa. She knows about us."

Ilsa's eyes went wide. "Really? I mean, how much does she know... that we, uhhh..."

Melanie nodded. "She knows everything. She told me after you left Sanibel. She picked up a lot of clues, she said she smelled things, saw things..." Melanie's voice faded, and she felt a huge weight in her chest. Was this going to turn Ilsa away? Was Isla going to be too embarassed or shamed now to be with her again? She studied the Scandanavian beauty's eyes, they were clear, light, a lovely gray with pink highlights tonight, like a soft dawn

"Wow," Ilsa said. "Are you in trouble with her, I mean, what's she going to do?" Ilsa had a strange shine in her eyes, and Melanie could see, with great relief, that Ilsa wasn't near as upset as she expected she would be.

Melanie hesitated, then gave away her mother's secret. "Mom told me she was in love with another girl in college, too."

Ilsa's curious look turned to a gentle smile.