Melanie and Kaylee

"Kaylee! Back so soon for more leftovers?" Melanie chuckled.

"Hi Melanie! Actually, I think I dropped my keys when I came over earlier. Mind if I look for them?"

"Go for it. I didn't find them yet, but I'm still straightening up." Melanie returned to the kitchen, throwing away trash from the counter and loading the dishwasher.

Kaylee searched the closet where she had hung her jacket and purse. No sign of the keys on the floor. She checked her voicemail and still no call from Jenna. Exasperated by the frustrating end to a perfect evening, she let out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe polishing off the rest of this will help." Melanie smiled as she held up the wine bottle that Shannon had brought. Only now, it was half full.

Kaylee laughed. "Sure, why not? I'm waiting for my roommate to call back so she can let me in the apartment. I have no idea where I lost my keys."

Melanie looked puzzled. "Don't you have a super that can let you in?"

"I do, but he's old and cranky. And more importantly, he wasn't in his office. He could be out doing some maintenance. I'm not sure."

"Well, in the meantime, here's a glass of wine for you."

Kaylee graciously accepted the glass from Melanie. "Thank you."

"While you're here, check out the library of Washington books that I have."

Kaylee followed Melanie into the adjoining room. Melanie was right. Her bookshelves were filled with books about the first President, and her walls adorned with various prints of artwork featuring him and the other Founding Fathers.

"You really do have a Washington obsession." Kaylee laughed. "I guess we both love 200 year old men!"

"Well, they don't harass us ladies as much as the 30 year olds do." Melanie smiled.

As they walked back into the living room, both ladies sat on the couch. Impatiently grabbing the remote, Melanie turned off the baseball game that Lisa's husband, Chris, had been watching. "Enough of this crap!" Melanie paused. "Unless of course you love baseball."

Kaylee thought about it. "I like old, dark rooms and 200 year old documents. There's no way baseball could keep me that entertained."

Kaylee sipped again from the glass of wine. It was a fine red wine, something that Melanie thought that Shannon likely paid a good deal of money for at the local winery.

Kaylee, staring at the comedy that Melanie had turned on the television, started to feel relaxed from the wine. At that moment, her phone rang, causing her to jump and nearly spilling her wine on the couch. She regained her composure and looked at the screen.

"Oh, hi Jenna. Thanks for calling me back. I can't find my keys and am locked out of the apartment."

Melanie took a sip of her wine and noticed that Kaylee's frustration was growing.

"You're where?! No, Carl isn't around."

Kaylee fidgeted a bit on the couch.

"I am NOT staying at John's. Nate is over there, and you know how that guy creeps me out."

Melanie sensed that Kaylee was giving in to defeat on getting into her apartment.

"Alright, alright. I'm at Melanie's house right now. The party is over. I'll see what I can figure out. Thanks."

Kaylee hung up. Melanie had never seen her so frustrated. Even in the midst of working on tough transcriptions of documents, Kaylee was always calm and collected. Little seemed to bother her.

Kaylee finished off the glass of wine. "Ugh. Sorry about that Melanie. My roommate is back at her family's home in Baltimore and wasn't planning on returning until next week."

"No problem at all. Maybe you could try calling the super."

"Good idea." Kaylee found Carl's number in the list of her contacts, and her call was routed to voicemail. She left a message for him to call her back as soon as possible.

Melanie returned from the kitchen with some cookies that Steve had baked for the festivities. "No luck?"

"None."

Melanie smiled and handed Kaylee a cookie. "Wine and cookies. A great combo." She chuckled.

Kaylee smiled, took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip was her favorite, and this one didn't disappoint.

Melanie noticed the look of concern on Kaylee's face. What was the point of this nice little house if she couldn't have company once in awhile, she wondered to herself.

"I couldn't offer you much, but you're more than welcome to spend the night here. This sofa pulls out into a semi-comfortable bed."

Kaylee perked up a bit. "I just...I don't like to impose on others. That's very kind of you though."

"Don't be silly. I insist. I wouldn't be a good mentor if I wasn't looking out for you."

Kaylee looked at Melanie with gratitude. "Thank you so much. It really bothers me that I can't find those keys."

"Think nothing of it. Let me get you a pillow and a blanket."

Kaylee checked her voicemail again. No messages. She sighed again as Melanie returned with some bedding.

"Here you go. It's getting late so I'm going upstairs to bed. Feel free to watch some TV or eat more cookies before you pass out." Melanie smiled.

Kaylee smiled back. "Thank you so much Melanie. I guess I'll be doing extra transcriptions for you on the next project."

Melanie laughed. "And don't you forget it! Only kidding though. Sleep well."

"You too." Melanie headed upstairs to her room. Kaylee pulled out the couch and attempted to get comfortable. She was already a bit tired, perhaps from the wine, so she switched off the lamp on the adjoining table. She left the TV on but turned the volume down. Another comedy was coming on, one that she had not watched in awhile, and she decided to watch until she fell asleep.

Melanie changed into her sleepwear, a t-shirt adorned with the logo of her alma mater and a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. She was not the least bit tired. She decided to crack the new book that Kaylee gave to her earlier in the evening.

A few hours passed. Suddenly, Melanie was jolted awake from her sleep. She realized that the 400-page book was on her chest. She must have fallen asleep while reading. She carefully closed it and set it on her nightstand. It was then that she heard it. A noise. Not loud but obviously coming from downstairs. Though she lived in a low-crime area, she was sometimes fearful when living alone and being suddenly awakened. It was not the first time that it happened but usually could be explained away by the wind or some other sound coming from outside.

Her eyes were a bit bleary, so she carefully stumbled out of bed. She didn't have a weapon or an alarm system, but right now, she wished that she did. She carefully opened her bedroom door and walked quietly, nearly on the tips of her toes, down the hallway. She stopped at the steps and peered around the wall. Though she couldn't see the screen directly, the glow indicated that the TV was still on. Then it hit her instantly. She remembered that Kaylee had spent the night on the pullout couch.

Melanie sighed in relief. As she was about to turn around, she heard the noise again. Only this time, it was much more audible. She again angled her body so that she could look around the wall toward the main floor. She heard it again. She rubbed her eyes using the back of her right hand in a hopeless attempt to clear her view. The noise echoed again.

"Ohh." It was faint. It wouldn't have been audible at all except that Melanie's home is on a quiet street in what she often considered to be the most boring neighborhood in the world. Not that she ever minded that.

Adjusting her eyes, she heard it once again, a decibel or two higher and a little longer.

"Ohhhh."

Her eyes clear, she brought her hand to her mouth and was floored by what she saw in her living room. "Oh my god," she said quietly to herself.

On the floor was the crumpled blanket that Melanie had given to Kaylee. And laying on the couch was Kaylee, moving slowly from side to side.

Melanie stared in disbelief, blinking her eyes so repeatedly that it felt as though she had done it a hundred times. Then she finally glanced at the couch again.

"Ohh mmph." No, she was seeing exactly what her mind was processing. Her mentee, the enthusiastic yet geeky girl who had thought enough of her to bring a wonderful gift and didn't seem remotely interested in anything except history, was writhing in pleasure on her couch!

Melanie couldn't believe it. After all, that was the most action her couch had seen since...well, ever. She chuckled to herself. At least someone was making use of it, she thought. The light from the TV provided just enough illumination to see that Kaylee had stripped down to a graphic t-shirt and a pair of panties.

Unaware that she had an audience but cognizant of the fact that Melanie was upstairs, Kaylee quietly let a few moans escape her lips as her fingers trailed along her legs and the inside of her thighs. She occasionally dragged them across the middle of her panties, each motion drawing another quiet gasp from her. The growing dampness only served to encourage her to let her fingers linger a bit longer between her legs with each movement up and down her thighs.

Melanie had not left. Thought initially feeling a bit of guilt over stumbling into what was supposed to be a private moment, she felt exhilaration at witnessing her mentee in this intimate act. It was, to her, exciting. She let her mind drift a bit thinking of the one serious relationship that she had in college with a guy named Rob, but it seemed to have occurred ages ago. Her mind wandered until the quiet sounds of pleasure entered her ear again.

Kaylee had slowly ramped up her session. Her eyes shut, the pleasure was becoming her only focus. She moved her fingers between her legs, slowly bending one of them up as the sensations intensified. Her panties, nearly soaked through, were becoming the focal point of the graceful movement of her fingers.

"Ohh yes." Her soft moans again floated across the air. She tried to remain as quiet as possible as her environment faded from her thoughts. The fingers of her right hand began moving harder on her crotch as she trailed her left hand along her chest.

Melanie thought that now was as good of a moment as any to escape back to her room. At the moment she made her decision, she took a last look in the living room. Kaylee suddenly stopped moving her fingers over her crotch, grabbed the sides of her tee, and pulled it over her head.

The blonde watched as Kaylee's shirt ended up crumpled on top of the blanket. Once resolved to go back to her room, she watched as Kaylee massaged her breasts with her left hand while her right continued to perform magic between her legs. Kaylee had no tan lines and was rather pale, Melanie thought. Kaylee's breasts were smaller than hers but ample given her curvy frame. What grabbed Melanie's attention was that Kaylee's nipples were very erect at the moment.

As she looked on, Melanie was surprised at her own state of arousal. Her sensitive nipples were slowly pulling tighter, developing into their own hardened state, and Melanie sighed as they lightly grazed the thin cotton of her shirt.

"Ohh, oh yes." Kaylee continued to be vocal. Her left hand found her erect nipples, and she used her index and middle fingers to pull on them firmly. She writhed more as she gently tweaked them, it being obvious how sensitive they were to her at this moment.

Melanie's earlier shock and surprise was replaced by total concentration on what she saw in front of her. Her gaze would often fall onto other women but only to admire their sense of fashion or their beauty. To her, this fell into the same category. She was admiring Kaylee's beauty as the young woman was engulfed in a moment of unbridled passion.

Unknowingly, Melanie's own hands started roaming her body in an almost uncontrollable motion. Her nipples, now fully hardened, pushed her tee out. Her fingers glided softly over them, the tingling feeling gently rushing over her. She pulled on them ever so softly just as Kaylee was doing, mimicking the girl's movements.

Melanie started to tremble, losing a bit of strength in her legs as she looked on at the young woman on her couch. She moved her hand up under the bottom of her shirt, her fingers finding and rubbing circles around her stiff nipples. She let out a gasp, much like Kaylee was doing, as she continued to be mesmerized while watching the brunette.

As she shifted her legs just a bit, Melanie's thighs lightly touched, and she could feel it now. Her panties were getting increasingly wet. Though aroused at the sight in front of her, she was surprised to find herself that turned on. She shifted again as she stood behind the wall. The dampness that she felt was rapidly permeating through the fabric of her underwear.

There was simply no denying it. The sight of watching Kaylee in ecstasy was making her horny.

As Melanie watched Kaylee continue to run her fingers along her crotch, she slid her unoccupied hand down her pajama bottoms. She instantly could feel the warmth emanating from between her legs.

"Oooh yes." Melanie heard Kaylee again as her own fingers gently massaged the intimate space between her legs as she used the other hand to cup her breasts. The sounds from the young woman were building the excitement in Melanie. As her arousal continued to escalate, she couldn't help but feel a bit naughty at watching her colleague play on her couch.

There was a louder moan. It was drawn out, more satisfying than the others.

"Ohhhhhhh." Kaylee had reached her crescendo of pleasure, and Melanie watched the brunette move one hand to her mouth to muffle the noise as her body jerked hard.

Melanie, lost in caressing her own body, suddenly felt a bit of disappointment as she noticed the glow from the TV fade out. Kaylee had clearly expended herself and finally elected to sleep. The blonde turned around and, as quietly as possible, returned to her room.

Melanie pushed the door closed but not so hard that it would click and make a noise. She was still shaking a bit from the excitement of the moment that she had witnessed. Her energy was pent up inside. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed just how aroused she truly was from the sight of her engorged nipples poking through her shirt.

She walked over to her bed and sat on the edge before laying back. It was pointless, she thought to herself. Sighing softly, she couldn't get the image of Kaylee out of her mind. It was erotic. It was arousing. Having been inundated with her work the past several years, she gave little thought to much else. But seeing her mentee pleasuring herself on her couch in her home rekindled thoughts of a life with passion. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to get to sleep quickly now. Nor did she want to. Her body was in need.

Not wasting any time, Melanie slipped her fingers under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and lifted herself up to slide them off her toned legs. She repeated what she had witnessed Kaylee doing: moving her fingers along her legs and thighs and lightly caressing her fingers over her lavender-colored cotton panties. Not letting her fingers linger too long, she continued the repetition, caressing the skin of her legs. But she couldn't ignore the dark spot that continued to grow in the crotch of her panties. She found herself rubbing between her legs longer and with more pressure. Her body was moving in rhythm with her touch, her mind occasionally reverting to what she had witnessed in the living room a few minutes ago.

"Mm. Oh yes." Melanie moaned quietly as her fingers massaged her sex through her panties. Though her door was pushed nearly closed, she was careful not to be too loud as she was not aware if Kaylee was a light sleeper or not. She continued to let out soft sighs, knowing full well that her panties would need to come off sooner than later.

Kaylee had slowly drifted off to sleep after her session on the couch. Being in a strange environment, she found herself popping awake every few minutes. It wasn't uncommon for her. She couldn't begin to remember the number of times that her roommate Jenna would come home late and slam a door or drop something on the ground and cause her to wake from her beauty sleep. It was annoying, but for the most part, she didn't mind her roommate.

The last time that Kaylee woke up she thought that she heard a noise. She couldn't figure out what it was though. It wasn't a person talking or the tick of a clock. She couldn't quite place it. Lacking concern about it, she realized that she needed to pee anyhow. The wine, she thought to herself. She rose from the couch, nearly tripping over the blanket on the floor, surprised that she hadn't fallen given her clumsiness. She realized that there were one or two nightlights at the bottom of the stairs so she headed that direction to search for the bathroom.

As she ascended the stairs, she realized that the noise that she heard was growing louder. She still didn't know what it was though. Groping for the bathroom in a dark hallway was nearly impossible save for another nightlight plugged into one of the outlets. When she reached the end of the hallway, she noticed a door was closed but not pulled completely shut. The noise that she heard seemed louder in this part of the house. Thinking nothing of it, and believing that she found the bathroom, she started slowly pushing on the door.

The noise grew in intensity as she used her fingers to open the door. There was a light on at the far end of the room on a small table. She was beginning to think that this wasn't the bathroom at all. As the hum of the sound grew, she pushed the door just a bit more so that she could look inside.

She nearly screamed in sheer surprise. She hadn't found the bathroom at all. Slowly backing away, she put her hand over her mouth thinking that even her breathing was too loud for this moment. She felt chills wash over her body. She couldn't believe that she was taking another look, but her curiosity got the best of her. She slowly moved to peer into the room, quickly discovering what the noise was that she heard.

At first Kaylee saw only her feet, well-pedicured with nails painted cherry apple red. As she scanned further, she discovered what to her was a beautiful, shapely form. There in front of her was, with the exception of a t-shirt, a very naked Melanie. Her legs were parted wide, her right leg bent up at the knee, and Kaylee quickly discovered the source of the sound. Melanie's fingers were gripped around a small toy, her hand keeping it steady between her legs. Most of it was obscured by her fingers. It was unmistakable to Kaylee though. Melanie was using a vibrator!

Kaylee gasped at the sight. Still amped up from her earlier pleasure session, she couldn't help but look up at Melanie. Her eyes were shut and her head tilted back. She was in a pure state of pleasure. Kaylee heard the soft whimpers coming from Melanie's lips, occasionally punctuated by by words. "Oh, yes." It was so soft, so quiet. Melanie moved her toy just a bit, focusing her pleasure where it needed to be at the moment. Her feet moved just a bit, pushing against the sheets.

Kaylee felt flushed in the face. She was as quiet as a door mouse though it seemed to her that her very existence in that moment was enough to alert Melanie to her presence. She observed Melanie moving around on the bed, and for a reason foreign to her, noticed the blonde's beautiful toes begin to curl just a bit. She was taken aback by just how attractive she thought Melanie looked. Though always enthusiastic, she had always been timid in talking with guys and never gave a second thought to girls. Why am I thinking about it now, she wondered to herself.

She wasn't expecting what happened next. Kaylee watched as Melanie tilted her head back and to the side, her legs spreading further apart. The humming of the little toy was only drowned by the quiet moans that Melanie could barely utter.