"Well..?" Melody Carlyle asked her friend and roommate, Olivia Pope. Olivia, who was lounging on her own twin bed across the room looked over inquisitively, as she stopped fanning herself. Their window was propped open as far as it could go, as the residence's hall's AC was out for the time being. Olivia was scarcely dressed in a pair of Batman boxer briefs and a black crop top. Her curly hair, which needed to be washed yesterday, was pulled back into a careless ponytail. Melody jumped up quickly and padded over to Olivia's bed, perching at the edge. Melody was a few inches taller than Olivia's 5'1. Melody's skin was pale, her eyes were a bright green and her wavy black hair was pulled into a severe bun at the top of her head.
"Well?" Melody asked again.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Mellie…You know the answer. Why does it matter?"
Mellie got onto all fours and smiled at Olivia.
"Because Liv. It's a question. Answer it." Liv crossed her arms. Mellie hovered over her legs. Liv took in how excited Mellie looked, and how little clothing she had on. Liv bit her lip.
"Yes I've kissed a girl. As you know." Liv answered, only slightly annoyed with Mellie. Mellie perked up, scooting herself up and sitting on Liv's thighs gently.
"How was it? Did you like it…?" Mellie pressed. Liv raised her eyebrow.
"Yes." Liv replied slowly.
Mellie seemed to be feeding off of Liv's answers. Liv laughed appreciatively at Mellie's interest. It never waned, even though Mellie knew all the answers to the questions she was asking.
Liv grew up in New York City; her family- which consisted of her mother, father and younger brother, Ben- lived in a penthouse in the Upper West Side. Liv wasn't sheltered by any means. She spent most of her free time hanging out with bohemian types in trendy (but grungy) lofts and shady hole-in-the-wall bars. Liv didn't consider herself as much of a free spirit as the people she hung out with back home, but she enjoyed being around such open-minded and uninhibited people, because Liv had a reserved air about her- she couldn't shake it.
Mellie, on the other and was Liv's opposite in a few ways. First, Mellie's family was from the Deep South- somewhere in Georgia if Liv remembered correctly. Mellie had a confidence about her, one that stemmed from being confirmed in every way since birth. She was like a firecracker- burning bright as the sun. Liv had yet to see Mellie devoid of her usual sunshine and rainbows aesthetic. Mellie rode horses, liked guns and often made Liv drink the hooch that her father had made especially for her. One thing that about Mellie was that she was not experienced, in life or sexually. While Liv had been to Italy, Spain, Paris, Germany and most of the Caribbean Islands, Mellie was in love with her family's 200 acre ranch, and hardly saw any reason to leave. Mellie's whole world was in Georgia, and while Liv was kissing Italian boys and girls, Mellie was being felt up haphazardly by her family's only farmhand. Liv was comfortable with her sexuality, and once Mellie had caught wind of that, she stuck to Liv in the most bizarre way.
"Have you kissed more than one girl? I know you said you travelled." Liv continued to lie back as she watched Mellie straddle her, an excited twinkle in her eye. Liv nodded, once again slowly as Mellie practically hopped out of her skin in anticipation.
"Yes, Mellie. I've kissed a lot of girls. I like kissing girls, I told you that." It was as if Liv was talking to a small child. By now, this line of questioning was getting old. Mellie demanded the same questions of Liv at least once a week. Each time, though, Mellie would ask a new question after her usual ones.
"What kind of girls do you like to kiss?" Mellie asked, becoming suddenly shy as her eyes refused to connect with Liv's, she toyed with a stray string from Liv's comforter.
"I don't know. Are you asking if I have a type?"
Mellie nodded, almost sheepishly.
"I don't think I have a type. I find most girls I see beautiful. I like to kiss beautiful girls."
Mellie might as well have melted into Liv's bed as her lips parted slightly, her breathing slightly off kilter.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Mellie muttered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.
Liv hoped that it wouldn't take Mellie as long as it has to ask. Better late than never.
"Yes, Mellie. I think you're beautiful." Liv answered, a smile on her lips.
Mellie grinned. Liv couldn't recall seeing her this shy before. Something about Mellie in that moment sparked an interest in Liv… More than an interest, actually. Mellie was turning her on and Liv couldn't pinpoint why.
"Ok." Mellie mumbled, not moving from Liv's legs.
"So do you not like boys as much as you like girls?" Mellie inquired after a beat had passed.
"I wouldn't say that. I like guys too. But I've had sex with guys before. Takes the mystery away. In my opinion." Mellie raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised – they hadn't gotten this deep into Liv's sexual past before.
"Mystery? What do you mean mystery?" Liv smirked and slowly placed her hand on Mellie's bare leg, almost as if this gesture was an afterthought, something innocent. Liv gently dragged her nail along the apex of Mellie's thigh, then continued to answer Mellie's question.
"I like girls because they're interesting. I've never had sex with a girl. I got fingered a few times in Paris but that's like a rite of passage. I want to have sex with a girl and see how great my curiosity is then. I know I like kissing girls. I just want to know if I'll like fucking them. Guys are a dime a dozen. I find girls more of a challenge."
Liv continued her assault on Mellie's thigh as Mellie's cheeks continued to redden, she watched Liv's finger dragging across her sensitive skin. Liv locked eyes with Mellie and watched as Mellie bit her lip, her eyes sleepy and sultry. Liv wanted to grab her and kiss her. She wanted to nibble at the untouched skin at Mellie's neck. She could feel her excitement growing as a wave of exhilarating dizziness came over her.
"Can I ask you something?" Olivia inquired, fighting to keep her voice even and maintain an air of indifference and control over the situation. Liv grabbed Mellie's upper thigh, her other hand did the same.
"Sure." Mellie replied, clearly helpless as Liv sensually massaged her thighs.
"Why do you care if I like girls? You asks me all the time. It just seems like you're interested. Are you interested?" Mellie begged Liv with her eyes not to need an answer to that question. But Liv needed to hear it. She wouldn't assume.
Mellie bit her lip harder.
"It's… I am. I'm interested. T-that's why I care that you like girls. You interest me. I've never met anyone like you. No one's like you at home." Liv grinned, mollified.
"You've known about me since the second day. Why didn't you say anything?" Mellie shrugged, leaning forward so that she and Liv's faces were inches apart. "I dunno. Does it matter?" Liv shook her head wordlessly as Mellie leaned closer, and Liv pushed her hands to cup the underside of Mellie's thighs. Mellie hovered over Liv's lips. "Am I doing this right?" Mellie asked, looking into Liv's eyes. Liv nodded, once again wordlessly. Liv pulled Mellie down further, and pressed her lips onto Mellie's softly. Mellie moaned into Liv's mouth, her body sank into Liv's sleepily. Liv felt Mellie's toned thighs and squeezed as Mellie sunk deeper into their kiss, her tongue begging entrance to Liv's mouth. Liv granted her request and felt her center warming. Mellie was completely wrapped up in Liv's kiss, her moans excited Liv more than she could have imagined. Mellie allowed her hands to roam in the next moment, she moved her hand to rest on Liv's flat belly, her hand dragged dangerously close to Liv's boxers. Liv pulled away from Mellie's lips and stared into her eyes.
"You sure?" Liv asked, really hoping Mellie said yes. Mellie didn't answer, instead she kissed Liv's nose, then dropped down to her lips and continued her trail of kisses before arriving to Liv's briefs, which she pulled off without ceremony. Liv held her breath as Mellie was greeted with her mound, Mellie stared at Liv's most private part for a moment, before kissing her lips gently, and looking up at Liv with such fire in her eyes. Liv held her breath, convinced that she was practically dripping with anticipation; Mellie is good at this. Too good. Mellie kissed her lips again, before using her tongue to part her lips, and sinking into Liv's center. Mellie's mouth moved as though she was making out with Liv. Liv's back arched reflexively, as she felt her orgasm building. Liv pushed her hands into Mellie's hair, pulling at the bun and freeing her shoulder length hair, establishing a firm grip.
Liv gritted her teeth as a moan escaped her lips. Her orgasm washed over her abruptly, as she came hard. Liv pulled Mellie up and kissed her, hard, tasting herself and wanting to return the favor. She could hardly feel nervous at eating a girl out for the first time. She'd never had an orgasm like that, and Mellie had done it. Liv kissed Mellie again before roughly pulling her shorts down and pulling her legs open wide, kissing her center once before burying her head into Mellie's slick folds. Mellie moaned loudly, unable to contain her pleasure as she pushed her hands to Liv's head and held her down. Liv mirrored what Mellie had done, becoming turned on by the memory of how heavenly Mellie's lips felt on her. Mellie's hips rose from the bed, her moans becoming louder the longer Liv ate her out.
Liv heard a knock on their door just as Mellie's moans became unbelievably loud. Liv stuck her middle finger into Mellie, and that was her undoing, her moans reached its peak as she unraveled around Liv, coming so hard that she immediately dropped her hands from Liv's head and seemed to sink into a euphoric state. Liv pulled her comforter over Mellie, kissing her softly as the door opened swiftly.
"Mel, are you being tickled in here or assaulted?" Fitz, Mellie's best friend and their next door neighbor asked, taking in the two girls, particularly Liv, who was naked from the waist down. Fitz quickly closed the door.
Liv climbed under the comforter with Mellie, staring at Fitz intently, the afterglow of her orgasm preventing her from being seriously annoyed. Mellie talked about Fitz more than necessary. Apparently their mothers were best friends since grade school, and even though Fitz grew up in California, his family visited Mellie's family every summer. Liv had yet to meet him. Meeting the guy that Mellie gushed over so often wasn't of top priority, but her Political Science major made it difficult to have much of any free time. Somehow, Mellie hadn't mentioned how handsome Fitz was. Only how much they had in common and recycled stories from their youth. Liv had all but tuned out anything related to Fitz. But the 6'4 guy that had collapsed against the door of their room, had chestnut brown hair, which was curly at the oddest places, the bluest eyes Liv had ever seen and the build of an athlete. Liv bit her lip.
"You must be Olivia." Fitz offered, after a long, uncomfortable pause. "I'm Fitz." Liv nodded.
"Right. Um. Wasn't the door locked?" Liv asked, looking to Mellie, who was still unresponsive, her eyes locked to Liv's in admiration.
"Clearly not. Mel. I woulda never guessed." Fitz motioned to Liv.
Mellie didn't answer.
"Fitz, we need a minute. Mind excusing yourself?" Fitz chuckled lightly, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Sure. But you should know that as the RA on this floor, I'm required to check up on unnecessary, obnoxious and worrying noise. I'm not worried anymore. Just surprised." Fitz chuckled again. "Whatever you did to her… don't do it again, okay? She clearly can't handle it." Fitz grinned again, before exiting their room.
Liv stared down at Mellie.
"You didn't tell me Fitz was our RA."
Mellie shrugged, pushing her hand onto Liv's mound. "You never asked."