Part 47

“Mmm!”

Just like when Anna had abruptly kissed her near the end, Elise whined into Melanie’s lips in surprise. It was a more quiet reaction than earlier, but it had also been a gentler approach than how the brunette had just gone for it with no holds barred. While Melanie’s lips weren’t quite the same as Anna’s, the softness was all too familiar.

Elise sunk into the kiss right away. Her lips parted and locked with Melanie’s, and she matched the bit of pressure offered to her. For a few long moments, it was like her body was on autopilot. More conditioned than she realized, Elise had closed her eyes and lifted a hand to stabilize herself on Melanie’s side. It wasn’t until her fellow prefect was pulling back that Elise came back to her senses.

Feeling an incredible amount of heat rise to her cheeks as she realized she had momentarily chased Melanie’s lips as they retreated, Elise reluctantly allowed her eyes to flutter back open and take in the dirty blonde who was mere inches from her face. “You- I- no, that . . . and-” Elise began sputtering. Her former self would be freaking out and scampering away, perhaps somewhat pushing away Melanie in the process in the name of distancing herself from the nerve-wrackingly intimate proximity. Instead, it was like she was rooted to the spot, and was all too aware of the dull warmth between her legs that had just been stoked before she had a chance to put it out completely.

“Admit it, Elise.” Melanie idly twirled Elise’s blonde locks in her hand and looked deep into her eyes. There was still no smugness to her smile, like Kaitlyn always seemed to have to some degree. And there was no desire in her eyes, like Anna began to show glimpses of as the game progressed. Instead, everything about Melanie’s expression and body language seemed to simply say ‘I told you so.’ After a disclaimer like the one she gave, it was clear that she was only making a point with all this. “You like girls.” Melanie was dating a guy. This was meaningless to her. And yet, she still managed to hold Elise’s attention.

But it wasn’t like that! “N-no,” Elise whispered. She averted her gaze. It’s not like she had a problem with other girls with varying sexualities. But she knew herself, and she knew that this wasn’t her. Not only was she not into girls, but she also wasn’t the slut Kaitlyn painted her as. And yet here she was, kissing Melanie back simply because a kiss had been initiated. “I don’t- I mean, Kaitlyn just-”

“If you’re not into girls, Elise, then tell me to stop,” Melanie calmly said, “I’m not Kaitlyn. I’m not making you do anything, am I?” She paused for a moment to let that sink in, then continued, “Say the word, and I’ll back off. Or give me a sign. A push. A pinch. Something. Okay?”

Elise didn’t understand at first. Still blushing, and speechless for a moment in the face of this new ordeal, she said, “Melanie-” but that’s as far as she got. When Elise’s lips parted to respond, Melanie quickly stepped forward and plunged her tongue into Elise’s mouth with a deep kiss. Rather than screaming or squirming or shoving Melanie back like one of the ideas that had just been given to her, Elise melted even more than before as she met the unexpected passion with an instinctive fervor of her own. More desperately grabbing at Melanie and pulling her in rather than pushing her away, Elise played back with her own tongue only to be instantly disappointed as the kiss ended as quickly as it began. “What- why . . . ?” This time, she was whining for a completely different reason as Melanie broke things off and stepped back enough so chasing wasn’t going to be possible.

“Do you like girls?” Melanie bluntly asked.

“Yes . . . ” The answer escaped Elise’s lips before she was able to stop herself from quietly blurting it out. “I mean-” Right away, she tried to backpedal a bit, because she was still quite flustered and not sure what to make of what just happened. It’s not that she was necessarily attracted to girls, or interested in dating them or even fooling around with them in an experimental way. Her meek ‘yes’ more stemmed from the fact that she wanted more of the teasing yet passionate kiss she had just been given.

It was just more of the same. All physical. Elise had been reluctantly turned on earlier, and her lust had been directed towards girls in so many different ways. Even now, she was fully aware that she didn’t like Melanie like that and shouldn’t be so desperately kissing a girl with a boyfriend, but knew that she would absolutely reciprocate if the dirty blonde initiated again.

“Admit it, Elise. Then we can move on.”

“But-”

“Admit it.”

She didn’t. Deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. But nonetheless, Elise awkwardly murmured, “I like girls.” Moving on was just the temptation she needed. Anything to finally have some privacy in her own room, and calm herself and her body down to the point where she could truly think clearly without having to worry about Kaitlyn, public nudity, or conversations revolving around her alleged non-straight sexuality.

“That’s what I thought,” Melanie chuckled. Taking another step back to give Elise some space, she said, “Now, one more thing. You need to strip, Elise. Right now.”

Wait, what? Elise’s eyes widened at both the suggestion and how casually it had been said. She had JUST been given clothes again, and made it back to the privacy of her dorm. Surely Melanie couldn’t be serious! That was too much. “Mel, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Listen to me, Elise. I’m telling you that you need to strip. You’re not going to disobey me, are you?”

“But-”

“Stop stalling, girl. Strip. Right now.”

A small whimper sounded in the back of her throat, but that was the only bit of protest that was left. Without waiting for Melanie to demand it of her again, Elise began undressing. Shrugging off Anna’s blazer and hanging it on the desk chair nearby, Elise hesitated after a single button after remembering that she was going commando thanks to the limited outfit pieces Kaitlyn had given to Melanie. “Umm, Melanie . . . ”

Melanie waved her off right away. “Go on, Elise. And no covering, okay? Come on, hop to it! I don’t want to be late to dinner.”

Right away, Elise continued. Button by button, she loosened the snug top until it was time to take it off completely. Though it was her own room, the fact that Melanie was there made Elise wince in embarrassment as she pulled open the top more laboriously than when she had flashed her co-prefect in the other building in a similar manner.

Just like she had been for so long down in the first-years’ common room, Elise was standing there in nothing but Anna’s skirt. Only this time, her last shred of clothing didn’t get to protect her modesty for nearly as long. At another bossy remark from Melanie, Elise resisted the urge to cover her bare chest as she reached behind herself to unzip the tight skirt.

For the second time in less than an hour, Elise was fully topless and baring herself while her hands and arms remained down. At least it was one girl this time, instead of ten.

Nervously swallowing, Elise gripped the waistband of the skirt and began pulling it down.

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