Morgan relaxed as she heard Mel's pleasured moans.  Perhaps if she hadn't had so much to drink she would have noticed the edge of caution in the sound.  But all she heard was that Melody was indeed enjoying it.  This brought a flood of conflicting sensations to Morgan.  Always wanting to please and pleasure she desired to give Mel more.  Yes some tiny part of her brain that wasn't swimming in booze screamed that she wasn't a lesbian, wasn't bi. She was straight.  And yet...<br/><br/>It was unintentional, that Morgan's kneading of Mel's breast brushed the back of her hand along Frey's nipple.  That her hand was cushioned between two soft mounds, it made her breath catch and tingles run down her spine.  Growing careless and bold, Morgan's lips continued their journey down Mel's neck, her teeth scraping from time to time before finding purchase at the base of the writer's neck.  Biting down sharply before licking away any pain.  She tasted...good.<br/><br/>Her hands seemed to have desires of their own.  The fingers at Mel's side lightly scratched downward, not stopping at her hip.  Curious, wanting to give pleasure, Morgan slipped that hand around Mel's hip, questing towards the hot and wet folds hidden away.  Her other hand turned slightly, catching Frey's nipple between her pinkie and ring finger, squeezing and tugging as her thumb and forefinger rolled Mel's nipple.  She wanted to give pleasure, that's all.  Trying desperately to ignore the part of her that was getting pleasure from this act.