This was moving a bit fast. No, it was moving a lot fast, way fast, too fast? Freya wasn't sure that was the case, but she knew fast when she experienced it.<br/><br/>She had somehow just gone down on one room-mate while the other one rubbed her till she came harder than, well, she remembered ever cumming. Now the rubbing room-mate was climbing into her lap and...<br/><br/>Kiss.<br/><br/>Lips and tongues, and the taste of girl still strong in her mouth, a hint of doctor pepper, and lips and tongues and, oh god why was it never quite this good with guys? She wasn't gay, she was bi, she was bi, she was bi, but Melody could kiss, she wasn't too rough or too forceful or too needy, well, a bit needy, but the good bit of it. She was so good at this, how was sweet little innocent Melody such a good kisser? Did it matter? No, what mattered were lips and tongues and that her hands were roaming up Melody's sides and moving to cup her breasts. Yes? No? Hard to tell, yes most likely, was that the champaign talking? Probably. Still too late now, boobies were in her hands. God that was good. And lips and tongues and...<br/><br/>Melody pulled back, Freya's hands returned to hold the girl's sides, her lips making that 'come back' little opening and closing gesture, her eyes a little wide and pleading. Catching herself she remembered it was a dare and that said dare just said kiss. Freya licked her lips a little, trying not to look embarrassed.<br/><br/>"." Freya opened her mouth, nothing would come out and she closed it again feeling lame and like the ultimate failure. She knew she should be letting go of Melody, releasing her sides so she could climb out of her lap, only that was just not happening. She willed her hands to do as they were bid only the message came back up the nerves, 'sod you, we like it here, warm and soft and fun and delicious, and oh my no, we are staying right here. So there. Love, your hands.'