Morgan watched for a moment, trying to learn from Frey's lead.  Nibbling on her lower lip she finally nodded, to herself or another was unclear.  Taking in a deep breath she placed a trembling hand to Mel's hip, the other, lightly stroking the red locks.  She could do this.  Mel felt nice.  She could do this.  Mel sounded nice, she wanted to help make those sounds grow louder.<br/><br/>Resolved and nervous she finally bent, hovering over the unattended breast, breathing on the nipple in hesitation.  Her thumb absently brushed back and forth on Melody's hip, fingers slightly calloused.  Morgan's tongue flicked out, teasingly bopping at Mel's nipple in a shy lick, once, twice, thrice she did so, each lick growing bolder.  Until finally her soft lips met soft flesh with an unexpected moan of arousal.  Swallowing nervously the act caused her to suckle at the breast, eyes going wide when she felt it tug and pull within her mouth, wondering if it was okay or if Mel would think it horrible.