It's just so....so primal. The shirts quickly forgotten, Melanie hooked her arms over her head and began swaying to the music, loving the sensual, erotic drumbeat.
"Shit!" She jerked to a halt, finding Felicia and Jessica standing in her doorway. Both sisters had a hungry look in their eyes, thoroughly enjoying Melanie's little show.
"Sorry, cher," Jessica purred. "You didn't answer my knock, so I opened the door. I was just checking to see if you were ok."
"She looks pretty fine to me," Felicia added, her voice husky.
"Thanks. I'll be down in a minute." Embarrassed, Melanie quickly shut the door on both women, grabbing the glass of orange juice Jessica shoved at her as she shut the door. Once it was closed, she turned and sagged against it, sliding down until she sat on the floor. "Shit!"
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In the hallway, Jessica frowned at the door, then started back for the kitchen. She had only taken a few steps when Felicia's hand locked around her arm, pulling her back around, none too gently.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, baby girl," Felicia demanded.
"What?"
"Don't play innocent with me, Jessica. What do you think you're doing making Melanie breakfast and running up here with orange juice for her?" Felicia glared at her sister. "You puttin' the moves on my girl, cher?" Felicia asked, her accent thickening as her temper spiked.
"No! You're the one who told me to be nice to her, so I thought I'd make her breakfast," Jessica flung back.
"Then run through McDonalds and buy her a sandwich while she guards your precious little ass all the way to work," Felicia snapped. "I say her first, cher," she added in a warning tone.
"No, actually cher, I saw her first," Jessica returned snidely, feeling her temper rise.
"Like hell!"
"I literally ran into her on the elevator the day she arrived, so yes, I saw her first," Jessica's voice defensive.
Felicia's eyes narrowed as she glared at her sister. "Back off, Jessica. She's taken," her voice a serious warning. Then she pushed past her sister and headed for the stairs.
Jessica watched her sister stalk off down the hallway. "Yes, she is," Jessica said under her breath, her voice possessive. Felicia never heard her.
Chapter 5
Melanie bounced down the steps, inhaling the smell of eggs that was drifting out of the kitchen. She stopped on the last step, eyeing the overnight bag that was lying on the floor. She gave a little sigh, then leaped off the step and swung into the kitchen.
Jessica looked up from the omelet she was making, a little startled from Melanie's sudden appearance. She smiled, realizing that this was the first time she'd seen Melanie looking truly rested. Jessica felt a little thrill course through her body and settle in her pussy. Tearing her gaze away, she refocused on her cooking.
Melanie passed behind her on her way to the refrigerator, and Jessica felt the tingle between her legs increase. Letting out a shaky breath, she scooped up the omelet and laid it on a plate, handing it to Melanie as she passed her again, on her way to the kitchen table.
"Thanks," Melanie said, giving Jessica a smile as she accepted the plate. She could get use to this, she thought, Jessica making her breakfast every morning. Just then, memories of last night with Felicia popped into her mind and, suddenly feeling guilty, settled into a chair at the table.
Shortly after, Jessica walked over, her own breakfast in hand, and sat down across from Melanie. Noticing that Melanie was suddenly giving her plate way too much attention, Jessica decided to push her buttons a little. Taking a bite of her own omelet, Jessica slipped her foot out of her shoe and let it brush against Melanie's leg.
Melanie's head jerked up. Jessica felt a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, as she watched a mixture of suspicion and heat spread across Melanie's face. "You know, if you were sitting a little closer, I could slide my foot up the inside of your leg." Jessica's voice soft
"Shit!" She jerked to a halt, finding Felicia and Jessica standing in her doorway. Both sisters had a hungry look in their eyes, thoroughly enjoying Melanie's little show.
"Sorry, cher," Jessica purred. "You didn't answer my knock, so I opened the door. I was just checking to see if you were ok."
"She looks pretty fine to me," Felicia added, her voice husky.
"Thanks. I'll be down in a minute." Embarrassed, Melanie quickly shut the door on both women, grabbing the glass of orange juice Jessica shoved at her as she shut the door. Once it was closed, she turned and sagged against it, sliding down until she sat on the floor. "Shit!"
##
In the hallway, Jessica frowned at the door, then started back for the kitchen. She had only taken a few steps when Felicia's hand locked around her arm, pulling her back around, none too gently.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, baby girl," Felicia demanded.
"What?"
"Don't play innocent with me, Jessica. What do you think you're doing making Melanie breakfast and running up here with orange juice for her?" Felicia glared at her sister. "You puttin' the moves on my girl, cher?" Felicia asked, her accent thickening as her temper spiked.
"No! You're the one who told me to be nice to her, so I thought I'd make her breakfast," Jessica flung back.
"Then run through McDonalds and buy her a sandwich while she guards your precious little ass all the way to work," Felicia snapped. "I say her first, cher," she added in a warning tone.
"No, actually cher, I saw her first," Jessica returned snidely, feeling her temper rise.
"Like hell!"
"I literally ran into her on the elevator the day she arrived, so yes, I saw her first," Jessica's voice defensive.
Felicia's eyes narrowed as she glared at her sister. "Back off, Jessica. She's taken," her voice a serious warning. Then she pushed past her sister and headed for the stairs.
Jessica watched her sister stalk off down the hallway. "Yes, she is," Jessica said under her breath, her voice possessive. Felicia never heard her.
Chapter 5
Melanie bounced down the steps, inhaling the smell of eggs that was drifting out of the kitchen. She stopped on the last step, eyeing the overnight bag that was lying on the floor. She gave a little sigh, then leaped off the step and swung into the kitchen.
Jessica looked up from the omelet she was making, a little startled from Melanie's sudden appearance. She smiled, realizing that this was the first time she'd seen Melanie looking truly rested. Jessica felt a little thrill course through her body and settle in her pussy. Tearing her gaze away, she refocused on her cooking.
Melanie passed behind her on her way to the refrigerator, and Jessica felt the tingle between her legs increase. Letting out a shaky breath, she scooped up the omelet and laid it on a plate, handing it to Melanie as she passed her again, on her way to the kitchen table.
"Thanks," Melanie said, giving Jessica a smile as she accepted the plate. She could get use to this, she thought, Jessica making her breakfast every morning. Just then, memories of last night with Felicia popped into her mind and, suddenly feeling guilty, settled into a chair at the table.
Shortly after, Jessica walked over, her own breakfast in hand, and sat down across from Melanie. Noticing that Melanie was suddenly giving her plate way too much attention, Jessica decided to push her buttons a little. Taking a bite of her own omelet, Jessica slipped her foot out of her shoe and let it brush against Melanie's leg.
Melanie's head jerked up. Jessica felt a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, as she watched a mixture of suspicion and heat spread across Melanie's face. "You know, if you were sitting a little closer, I could slide my foot up the inside of your leg." Jessica's voice soft
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