Melody was genuinely shocked at herself. And yet... and yet, under any other circumstance she would certainly have rushed to Morgan the second the pink-haired pixie called her name. Except... except she was right there helping Freya disrobe, Freya sending what could only be signals of approval of... request?<br/><br/>She swallowed and slowly placed her palms on Freya's newly bared cheeks. She caressed slowly down the back of her roommate's thighs to the knee, then up the inner thigh, wondering every step of the way when she would lose her nerve. She didn't.<br/><br/>Her fingers met damp lips and she ran her fingers along them, cupped them in her palm. She had never felt another woman before, not like this. She had fantasized about it, fantasized in fact about these specific lips, but she had never believed she would actually touch them. Melody let a single finger slip between and run a slow caress around the inner walls. Her other hand slipped inside her own purple panties.