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camping was always fun with the abbott crew. but what melissa enjoyed the most about it was teasing barbara, all. day. long. just to see her flushed expression more.
barbara enjoyed camping too, very much. the whole being with the nature, fresh air and a trip away from the confinements of closed spaces. she liked all those things very much. there was another thing barbara quite enjoyed. something that she loved, yet bothered her. melissa. and her quiet little plays everytime they were in for an event like this.
it was tradition now, for them to stay together. ava made sure to pair the two up for the same tent. and this wasn’t even pecsa yet.
it wasn’t like barbara didn’t think about it. she thought about it. a lot. everytime melissa entered any room with a shirt that looked too good. or anytime she said something slightly suggestive. she knew those thoughts weren’t supposed to be there. but when melissa was in such close proximity, all day. there wasn’t anything barbara could do.
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the day had went on alright and it was night time already. tucking the kids into their tents, stories by the fire, eating food they had packed beforehand. everything was going fine.
melissa had retreated to their tent with a silent goodnight. gregory and jacob were fast asleep in their own. it is only ava, janine and barbara left around the actively dying fire.
ava and janine are now sitting next to each other, facing barbara with smirks plastered on their faces. it has been like this the whole day and barbara could no longer handle their slyness.
“could the two young ladies like yourself care to explain to me what has been so funny this whole day?” she says, head tilting to the side. janine looks down at the ground with a guilty smile while ava nudges the other woman sitting next to her with an elbow.
“look barb.” ava can’t hold the snicker leaving her mouth now, “i know you can be blind when it comes to stuff like this but you have to be really blind if you don’t notice the way that woman looks at you. how many times more does she have to call you fine wine barb?” she points towards their tent now, low light coming through it. “and you know it’s not a total sin to have fun with your girlfriends once in a while. right janine?” ava chortles and nudges janine once again.
janine’s face scrunches up in embarrassment, “ava!” she squeals before turning to barbara who’s sitting there, more confused than ever. “what principal coleman here is trying to do here is knock some sense into you barbara. we know how-” barbara raises an threatening eyebrow at her words, janine clears her throat. “how strict you can be. what? that’s what i was going to say ava!” janine says to ava before speaking one last time. “and we also know how much you care, how much you- feel? so maybe-” but barbara cuts through her words.
“tut-tut- that’s enough ms. teagues. i’ve heard enough. and i wish you all a very pleasant night.” and barbara gets up, ignoring ava saying “and a pleasant night it’ll be.” behind her. because she can no longer endure the bickering of the two women. what do they think? that she’s got a cute little crush on melissa and will play into her games? nope. not today.
barbara howard is not a woman to be flustered. or to be affected by flirtatious plays melissa likes to act upon occasionally. and she can’t let anyone know how she actually feels. she was a woman of god, fulfilled and happy with her life. her life that barely consisted any sexual activities that she had absolutely no interest in. no ma’am.
so as she is walking to her shared tent with the same melissa schemmenti that crowds her mind, she’s obviously not looking at where she puts her foot. the crunching of leaves, snapping twigs underneath her steps as she finds her way through the darkness. walking through the tents of sleeping children, her thoughts elsewhere. “sweet jesus-” she mutters to herself, “as if-” a sigh leaves her lips as she spots the only tent with lights on at the far end of their camping site. three steps left. just three steps that will take her through.
but barbara isn’t paying attention. she doesn’t look at where she puts her foot and one, two steps in and her leg gets caught in a branch and there she goes tumbling into the tent, tripping over with a grunt.
barbara lands face first onto one of the mattresses, softly thankfully, catching her breath for a second in the low lit tent. “oh good lord-” she mumbles to herself, straightening on her knees, careful not to crack a joint when her head lifts up and she’s in exactly eye level with melissa. who’s sitting on her knees. and the only thing covering her upper half is a dark blue bra. oh.
“oh good lord-” barbara mumbles once again but for absolutely different reasons.
melissa looks so worried, kneeling on the bed and she reaches out a hand to help barbara up but the woman is still as a statue. and barbara can’t take her eyes away from the other woman’s chest. or her revealed skin glowing under the low light. melissa’s breasts are big, barbara knows that alright but seeing them in their full glory like this. well.
“barb are you okay?” melissa says slowly, closing the distance between them now but the brunette doesn’t move an inch. okay? barbara is more than okay. and she can’t exactly help or stop the words spilling out her mouth. “as if seeing you clothed wasn’t enough, melissa-” her voice is so quiet. so structured. even in such position. melissa smirks now, catching up on the reason for barb’s stagnancy. she moves a tiny bit, resting back on her palms. their position inside the confined area is so awkward, so vulnerable? barbara’s fingers rest against melissa’s knees as her head is propped up to look at her. eyes moving up and down her body, between her green eyes. melissa’s hair is a mess, red waves framing her face and she is bare of almost all makeup, just faint lip gloss painting her lips. barbara’s face looks structured but inside is a snow storm. her usually neat hair is covering one of her eyes and the redhead reaches out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. barbara’s breath hitches. and what leaves melissa’s lips next causes barbara to blush so hard that she prays the other woman won’t notice the dark red covering the tops of her cheeks.
“see something you like?” melissa asks. it’s too casual. too dangerous. flies too close to the sun, too close to a line they’ve never crossed. not yet at least. barbara shakes her head as if to free it of all thought bothering her. “melissa!” she exclaims, “may i ask what you were doing in such state?” she points to her body. melissa tilts her head to the side and licks her bottom lip. barbara’s eyes drift to the movement, she notices. melissa notices barbara noticing.
“i was just changing into my pyjamas when you decided to somersault into our tent barb. is that a crime?” melissa asks with fake innocence as she points to her sleep shirt just before slipping into it. barbara finally stands up, composing herself after melissa covering up. “well i guess it is not.” she says. her voice is a bit shaky, something so unusual for the older woman. “but if you don’t mind i’d like to do the same now melissa.” and with that she gestures for the other woman to get out.
melissa stands up with an annoyed sigh, lingering in barbara’s personal space for a bit. “you got front-row seats barb! i think it’s only fair if i got a peek from you too.” melissa playfully shoves the other woman’s elbow. barbara’s eyes widen with shock, she can feel the heat covering her cheeks, and elsewhere on her body.
“absolutely not girlfriend.” barbara utters, taking a step back in the small space. but melissa closes the distance once again. “then why do you keep calling me girlfriend mrs. howard?” her words are reckless. but barbara’s tone is bossy, “i think it’s hardly the time to discuss this ms. schemmenti.” her words are careful, “now out.” she says, pointing a finger at the entry way. melissa rolls her eyes and walks out quietly. “and for your notice, i will only take two minutes to prevent you from freezing to death with those skimpy things you call pyjamas.”
melissa chuckles to the woman’s words from outside as she sees barbara zip up the tent with a final dirty look.
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when melissa is allowed to come back in she spots the other woman already wiping down at the makeup on her face. and it looks painful. “ya need help with that?” melissa asks and barbara gives her a look. she goes on with padding down wet wipes against her cheeks but it is clear she’s hurting herself and failing to get it all out without a proper mirror. “ugh fine- can you mel-” barbara huffs out, turning to melissa who is already jumping up from her place at the bed.
melissa grabs out a fresh makeup wipe from barbara’s bag and grabs her chin. barbara has to pretend that the feeling of the redhead’s breath against her cheeks is not electrifying.
“you know i really love it when you wear makeup barb,” melissa speaks, the words barely registering to the brunette who just sits there and stares at melissa’s moving lips. “but you know this is a field trip right? and you look so beautiful just-” she dabs away the final remnant of lipstick, “like this,” then she pulls back with both hands on barbara’s cheeks. “very beautiful actually.” barbara’s mouth is slightly parted and she wants to respond with something. something that will cool down her heart and return melissa’s all-day-long quips and banters. the younger woman is definitely joking around with her.
but all she manages out is a quiet “thank you.” it is so unlike barbara to act like this, decomposed, shy.
the two women silently get ready for bed, laying under the covers wordlessly when melissa turns over to finally close the lights. it is a cold night and barbara detests the cold. she can feel the warmth of melissa’s body radiating under the covers and barbara has to keep her urges at bay. it is improper to imagine melissa underneath her, head tilted back, mouth agape in pleasure. simply inexcusable.
but she can’t help the shiver leaving her body. and it isn’t their first time sharing a bed, not exactly. barbara feels the shifting of the covers, turning of melissa’s body next to her. “you cold?” melissa’s voice is a scream in the otherwise still tent. the older woman doesn’t answer for a while, letting the implication sit out. then she shifts her body closer and speaks, “you know how i hate the cold.”
she can feel melissa’s chuckle and the opening of her arms under the large duvet. “come here barb. you know i won’t bite.” melissa whispers and barbara immediately closes the gap between their bodies. her hands wordlessly circling the redhead’s waist. “unless you want me to.” melissa murmurs low against barbara’s chest now, not looking up at her. “melissa!” barbara tries to protest. it’s impossible to be mad when melissa is between her arms, if ever. and her own hands are so cold.
“my hands are freezing.” barbara murmurs now, eyes closing to regulate her rapid breathing. she’s sure melissa can hear the frantic drumming of her heart against her chest. “hmmm… i can think of a way to keep them warm… but you may not like it much girlfriend.” melissa’s voice is teasing. barbara disentangles her hands from her body and lowers herself, laying eye to eye with the redhead. wordlessly melissa grabs barbara’s hands in between hers and gasps. “damn barb you store ice in your veins or sumth?” she can make out the frown on the other woman’s face in the moonlit tent.
“okay, okay sorry.” melissa rambles but barbara can only focus on the warmth of her hands surrounding her own, rubbing them between her palms, breathing warmth here and now. but what melissa does next- barb could have never prepared herself for that.
“god this is not working.” the redhead huffs out and suddenly trails barbara’s hands down her own body and slips them in between her thick thighs. barbara gasps so loud that she may have just woken up the tents near their own. melissa instantly covers over her plump lips with two fingers. “shh barb! you’re gonna wake the kids up!”
the kids? the kids are the last thing on barbara’s mind this very second. what crowds it instead is why is she not uttering a word, not moving her hands from where they’re tucked in between melissa’s thighs? and why is she enjoying it? melissa moves away the hand on her mouth and barbara almost moans. “mel-” is the only sound that comes out of her mouth. who would’ve thought? the barbara howard, left speechless.
“cat got your tongue barb?” melissa is fully mocking her now and it’s getting to her. “melissa this is-” barbara tries to protest but the words hang on her tongue. so melissa finishes her sentence, like she always does. “what you wanted?”
they remain still for a few moments. no shuffling of fabric, no grunts, no words, not even breathing. just the feeling of melissa’s warm thighs squishing her hands. until barbara wiggles her fingers. just the tiny bit. but it causes melissa to moan. it’s quiet but it reveals how badly turned on she also is. and barbara hums. the sound is just cruel.
“your hands are warm now i think mrs. howard. or would you like them inside my tights?” barbara gasps again at the obscenity of her words. “don’t play melissa.” she warns her. “what if i want to?.. and aren’t we already playing?” melissa accentuates her words by trailing a hand up barbara’s thigh. and now it is impossible to not notice the catch in barbara’s breathing.
“are your hands still cold barb?” melissa is pushing her chance, totally aware of it. but it is worth to be this close to barbara. and barbara looks beautiful. the moon making her smooth skin glow further, giving her an otherworldly air. her lips parted in shock, but curved into a tempting smirk that she can narrowly make out. melissa can feel barbara’s tension dissipate against her own skin and seeing her like this, so close to getting undone is a temptation, irresistible. she could never resist barbara.
“what if i said they are schemmenti?” and with that barbara is playing back. melissa takes her hands out of their place, wedged between her thighs and they are quite warm by now. but she doesn’t care, whatever barbara says, barbara gets. and melissa guides the other woman’s hands underneath her own shirt, listening to the grunts escaping her throat.
melissa is expecting the same stoic manner from barbara. still hesitant, still in too much shock to move her solid fingers. but she’s off, way off. because there is nothing stoic about the way barbara’s nails scrape the sides of her breasts and ghost over her nipples. “uh-uh. now where is your bra ms. schemmenti?” her voice is rough, throat dry with the feeling of the redhead’s velvety skin underneath her palms. how she can pinch her nipples in an instant and melissa would just tilt her head back with a moan, so peculiar.
“what are you- what- why would i sleep with my bra on barb?” melissa tries to form coherent sentences, too dizzy by what barbara is doing to her. barbara doesn’t move away her hands, resting them against melissa’s warm skin. melissa hides her head in the space of barbara’s neck, letting her feel her steady breathing against her clavicle.
“you know we don’t have to take it too far barb… i just want to kiss you.” melissa raises her gaze, looking directly into chocolate brown eyes. “then kiss me…” barbara speaks, oh so quietly. that’s all it takes for melissa’s hand to cup barbara’s cheek and pull her down for a tender kiss. it’s so, so soft. everything about the kiss. the feeling of lips against each other, how melissa grabs at her neck and licks her bottom lip, deepening the kiss. how barbara pushes her hands against melissa’s breasts now, groping, tantalizing her. and it quickly escalates. turning into something more desperate, full of need and desire. something so vulnerable in the way they gasp into each other’s mouths or entangle their legs. melissa’s hands are so gentle at the base of barbara’s hair, running her fingers through short brown hair and unraveling in the feeling of barbara’s tongue entering her mouth. and barbara wants more, so much more than melissa’s hardening nipples beneath her fingertips or the desperate moans leaving her lips now. they part for much needed air. melissa is practically panting, green eyes filled with the thrill of her fantasies coming true. barbara is the first to speak, taking her hands out of melissa’s shirt to hold her face.
“what if i want to take it far melissa?” the fear of rejection adamant in her voice. “would be exactly what i wanted to hear hon.” melissa responds with glee. she drops a peck at her full lips once again. “but here is not the best place i believe?” melissa shrugs. “oh believe me baby girl i’m too old for any of this, let alone this place.” barbara’s response leaves them giggling like school girls.
“firstly you’re not too old for anything barbara howard. you can do anything you wish- especially to me.” melissa tries to sound playful but they end up laughing either way. “now you sound like janine.” barbara remarks once she catches her breath.
“well… what matters is… will you let me take you out on a date once we’re back in town barb? a real date.” melissa’s nails scratch the other woman’s chin sweetly. barbara smiles and melissa can see the tops of her teeth shine under the moon, she looks like a dream.
“yes mel. yes i will.” and she kisses melissa one last time before they curl into each other’s bodies. hanging onto the warmth the other provides as their eyes close and they drift off to peaceful sleep.