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planted a warm soft kiss on Melanie’s neck, just below her ear. Something she'd wanted to do to her purple karaoke partner but never got the chance while her friends were around.

      Melanie stood still and enjoyed the flow of warmth.

       - I've missed the things you do to me.

      She whispered into Emily’s ear.

      Emily grinned.

       - I better have the couch; you can have my bed.

       - Whatever you say, Emily. You always know what’s best for me.

      Melanie poured the glasses full of the red sticky sweet wine and took a swig. She handed one to Emily sitting on the couch and gulped the remaining wine from the glass.

      Melanie draped her hand over Emily’s bare knee while Emily drained her glass. She positioned herself on Emily’s lap and pressed her hips into her cool body. Emily turned her head slightly away from Melanie’s face that moved closer with each breath.

       - Melanie, please don’t do this.

      But Melanie had placed her mouth over the top of the words and kissed Emily so hard that she lay back on the couch to get her balance.

      Their mouths moved slowly over each. Over and over, their lips softly pressed together between breaths.

       - We need to … stop … doing this.

      Emily gulped as she pressed back against Melanie with her whole tired, cool damp body.

      She swung around so that now Melanie’s back was pressed to the couch.

      Emily’s knees grazed the sides of Melanie’s thighs, brushing against her skirt as she quickly removed her t-shirt, flinging it to the floor.

      Melanie started undoing the buttons of Emily’s jeans, while fixing her gaze on Emily’s half nakedness. Emily crushed her bare breasts against the silky fabric covering part of Melanie’s chest and began kissing her neck, her lips her cheek. She moved against Melanie and found she couldn’t stop moving. She couldn’t stop the flow of her body now. Small waves of pleasure moved around inside her.

      She could not, did not want to stop that flow.

       - Melanie. Please…what if Max finds out... I couldn’t live with myself.

      Emily’s eyelashes flickered against the side of Melanie’s cheek.

      The smooth fabric of Melanie's skirt brushed over Emily’s jeans.

       - Don’t worry about it. He already knows.

      Melanie’s words had stopped the flow of their bodies; had broken the movement and Emily pushed Melanie gently from her lap.

       - What do you mean, he already knows?

       - Emily, I had to tell him... he’s okay about it...he loves you too.

      Emily was lost for words.

      She stood up and scooped her t-shirt up from the floor.

       - What am I going to do when he comes back? How can I work with him again?

      Melanie shuffled her skirt down from above her thighs as she stepped toward Emily.

       - Well, I work with him every day and we’re alright. It’ll be fine. He’s fine with it.

      Emily couldn’t move.

      Her shirt clenched into her hand.

      Melanie stalked closer to lean into Emily’s neck and start the soft, pressing kisses she knew would be the end of the talking.

       - Lie down, Emily. I want to lie on top of you.

       - I wish you weren’t with him.

      Emily allowed herself to be led back to the lounge chair.

       - I wish you weren’t so beautiful, Melanie.

      Emily’s eyes closed as the licking and kissing and pressing took her breath and all words from her.

      She lay back and threw the t-shirt back onto the tiles.

      She allowed Melanie to do whatever she wanted.

      It was what Emily wanted as well and she lost herself in Melanie’s rising hot, salty scent.