The Statue of Eros Ch. 02

Sarah had padded through the living room of her home towards the bathroom. Her entire experience the day before had seemed so surreal. Part of her wondered if there was some sort of gas leak in her office that made her behave the way that she did. And yet, her bare skin still tingled and she could almost still feel the impressions of Eros's rough hands across her breasts and hips. Deep down, she knew it was all real.

Before stepping into the shower, Sarah examined her body in the mirror more closely than she normally did in the morning. In her mid-30s, she still looked damn good. She noticed the subtle outward flaring of her hips leading up to her flat stomach. She frequently did pilates, and it appeared that her hard work was paying off in spades. She admired the way that her breasts still sat high and firm upon her chest, her pink nipples poking out alluringly. The only thing she'd change, she decided, would be her pubic hair. She had allowed it to grow unkempt and was in serious need of a trim, the thick curly red locks completely obscuring her pubic region. Turning around, she gave herself a playful smack on the ass before stepping into the hot water.

Her behavior was uncharacteristic to say the least, but she was loving this newer and more confident version of herself.

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"Are you sure we should be doing this?" asked Melissa, looking up and down the hallway nervously.

"Look, you heard what our sisters told us. We don't get in until we steal something from Professor Carter's office," replied Emily.

"Like she'd even have anything interesting," Melissa whined "That uptight bitch is probably as bare bones as it gets. They could have picked any other professor..." she trailed off, fearing any potentially steep consequences if the two were to get caught.

The two aspiring thieves were actually able to quickly make entry into Sarah's office since she had forgotten to lock up in her haste to get out of the building the night before. The two girls quickly began searching for anything that might be potentially embarrassing for the uptight professor, and didn't have to look for long before they noticed the glass case draped with thick dark fabric.

Melissa eyed the box hesitantly, but Emily confidently sauntered right up and lifted the drape. She admired the curves of the tall blonde's ass as they pressed tightly against her yoga pants. She was envious of Emily's body, even if she had her beat in the chest department. Melissa had always wished she were a little bit slimmer and had her curves distributed more evenly. "Holy shit..." Emily muttered, snapping Melissa out of her thoughts. "We just hit the jackpot!".

Melissa peered inside, and examined a brightly painted statue of a muscular man in skimpy robes, leaving every detail of his physique on full display. Including...

"Damn, I thought they used to make these tiny when they sculpted them. This guy's hung like a horse!" yelled Emily, a bit too loudly for Melissa's liking. She wasn't wrong though, the people who made this sculpture made the phallus comically large, extending past the statue's knees and about as thick as a cucumber.

"It's a good thing there's two of us" Melissa said, surprisingly being the one to take initiative on the plan to steal the statue. "It'd be pretty tough carrying something this big out with just one person."

"That's more like it, girl! If this doesn't make the girls at the sorority happy, I don't know what will." replied Emily, proud of Melissa's sudden boldness. The pair had been friends since middle school, and Melissa had always been the shrinking violet in contrast to Emily's vibrant and confident personality. She was hoping that going away to college and joining a sorority would help break Melissa out of her shell, and it seemed as though it was already working somewhat.

The girls were relieved to find out that the case was on wheels, so Mel could push while Emily got to be lookout so they wouldn't be caught. The girls made their way down the hallways, trying to steer clear of faculty along the way. Eventually, the girls managed to bring the statue all the way back to their dorm room, stuffing it into the corner of the already cramped room in order to bring it to the sorority sisters the next day.

"Jesus, my heart is pounding!" cried Mel, enjoying the rush she was feeling after doing something naughty.

"See? Stick with me kid, we'll go places" Emily replied, before the two shared a laugh together. "Hey, me and Katie are hitting Shooter's tonight, did you want to come?"

"A bar on a Wednesday night? We have a 7am lecture tomorrow." Mel replied, hesitantly.

"And here I thought you were starting to get more fun," Emily teased. "Alright fine, just don't have too much fun here without me. I'll try not to make too much noise when I get back."

"Thank you for that. Tell Katie I said hi!"

And with that, Emily quickly changed into her going out clothes, Mel doing her best not to stare as she brazenly undressed in front of her. Mel had always been self conscious, especially in comparison to Emily who she considered to be the pinnacle of feminine beauty. Emily often wore low cut crop tops that showed off the cleavage of her perky B cups and tight yoga pants to show off the incredible curves on her lower body. Mel usually wore baggier clothes, and even now was dressed in thick sweats that hid her curvy frame and very sizable breasts. She was never nearly as brave when it came to getting changed in front of her roommate, typically waiting until she's alone or stopping at a bathroom stall if she needed to undress fully.

Once Emily was gone, Mel decided to cozy up in bed with a good book. After all, all of her homework was already done, so she may as well take advantage of a little bit of peace and quiet around the dorm and just relax. As she read, she couldn't help but steal glances over at the statue in the corner of the room. The drape had long since fallen away, and it's image was now exposed for everyone in the room to see. Of course, at that time Mel was the only one there.

Mel was no stranger to reading "spicy" books, and enjoyed how aroused they made her feel, although she rarely ever got off to them. In truth, the book she was currently reading was no more explicit than any other she had read. And yet, she could feel her body getting far more flushed and sensitive than it normally ever did. Curious, she dipped a hand down under her sweat pants and found that her panties were already completely soaked through. Suddenly, wave after wave of arousal began to overwhelm her as she roughly cupped her pussy through the sodden cotton fabric.

Mel's entire body felt like it was on fire, and she could feel sweat completely coating her body at that point. "Fuck it, I'm alone" she muttered to herself before yanking her sweatpants and sticky panties down in one pull. Her pussy was devoid of any hair; she shaved religiously since she hated how itchy she got down there when her hair got too long. This left her engorged pussy lips completely exposed and vulnerable, and Mel took quick advantage of this by rubbing at her clit with one hand while driving two fingers inside with the other.

She masturbated quick and dirty, far more aggressive than her usual routine, and yet nothing seemed to be satisfying her need to cum yet. Frustrated, she pulled off her sweatshirt before yanking off the thick sports bra she wore, the sweat causing the undergarment to stick to her skin as she pulled it up. Her E cups came out into the open with a pleasing flop, her dark areolae topped by brown nipples that were already fully erect and sticking out about a full inch. Her entire chest was flushed pink with an attractive sheen building up all throughout her torso.

No longer did she have to be shy and reserved, no longer did she have to hide under covers. Here, in the privacy of her room, she now felt a degree of freedom she had never felt before. She was nude, gloriously and proudly nude in her own room and passionately pursuing peak pleasure. She looked at herself in the bedside mirror and didn't see an insecure chubby nerd, she instead saw a goddess emanating raw sexuality. The curves that typically brought her shame were powerful fixtures of her womanhood.

Emboldened by a new degree of passion, she quickly brought her left hand back down to her crotch to extinguish the fire that was now raging in her loins. Her right hand brought one breast up to her mouth, where she hungrily sucked and licked at an engorged nipple. She had never been so wet before, her juices were flooding out and dripping down her hand, soaking the sheets underneath.

Mel suddenly found herself panting, still trying in vain to muffle her cries of pleasure as her passionate ministrations intensified higher than ever before. She could feel it crescendo until an all too familiar tingle overtook her entire body. The pumping of her fingers grew more frantic as her orgasm approached, her breasts swaying enticingly with the rhythm of her ministrations.

"Oooh.... FUCK!!" She cried out as her orgasm finally overtook her, feeling the contractions of her pussy completely enveloping her plundering fingers. Her back arched off of the bed as she came, before flopping back down again, completely spent. She lay in bed panting, and looked down at her body. She was completely soaked in sweat and other juices. It was easily the messiest masturbation session she had ever had in her life. So much for an early night.

The sheets were certainly a lost cause at that point and needed to be washed. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to lay in her post orgasmic bliss for just a bit longer. Begrudgingly, Mel hastily pulled on a long T-shirt and a pair of boy shorts before making her way over to the communal laundry room on the floor. Given how shitty those dryers were, she'd likely have to be up for another 3 hours at least.

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Emily couldn't believe what a bitch Katie had been on their night out. The two had been friends since high school, but ever since they started competing to be in the same sorority, she had grown very catty towards her. The entire night had been filled with subtle put downs and backhanded compliments, all with the plastic veneer of friendship presenting itself on the surface. She had grown nauseatingly fake, or perhaps she had always been that way and Emily was only just starting to see it.

Either way, she didn't want to deal with it right now. All she wanted to do was get into her pajamas and try to get some rest. Thankfully she hadn't drank much and cut their night off early, so she could still get enough sleep for their lecture the next morning and not have to worry about waking up hungover. As she made her way back to her room, she noticed that Mel was gone, her sheets completely stripped from her bed. Curiously, she decided to head to the laundry room, where she found her roommate sitting on top of one of the machines, scrolling her phone while she waited for the laundry to finish.

Emily cleared her throat, and Emily looked up in surprise, expecting her to be out much later. "Oh hey! I just..." Mel said, looking down embarrassed.

"Decided to do laundry at 11pm?" Emily asked, quirking up an eyebrow.

"I tried to drink water while laying flat and spilled it all over myself. Stupid idea, I know".

Emily wasn't convinced by that, it just wasn't like Mel to be careless like that. She questioned if maybe she had had some sort of accident, but that didn't make sense either. Had she...? That was hard to believe also, yet Emily had a nagging suspicion that she may have been having some fun to herself and gotten carried away.

"Right," Emily said, deciding to risk overplaying her hand. "Well good for you girl. But next time you decide to 'drink water', maybe put down a towel or two. Can save you a lot of trouble, trust me." Emily punctuated her statement with a wink, hoping to lessen the embarrassment. It didn't work.

Mel had realized Emily saw right through her story and felt a bitter pang of shame. Surprisingly, however, she didn't feel the need to keep hiding it. Instead, she decided to own it.

"I may have gotten a bit carried away. I don't usually... you know. Get messy like that." Had it been anybody else, Mel would have locked herself away in her room and not come back out for a week. But this was Emily, her best friend of 7 years. If she couldn't talk about these things with her, who could she talk about them with?

"Are the sheets almost done?" Emily asked, trying to change the subject and spare Mel from any more of the awkward conversation.

"About twenty minutes left, probably. They were just a little damp at the end of the last cycle."

"Good, neither of us will be getting to bed too late then. If it were a class I could get away with being sleepy in it wouldn't be a huge deal. But of course it has to be O chem."

"Right? I'm pulling a B in that class and I know you're barely passing as it is."

"Wow! A little louder, I don't think the people at the end of the hall heard you" Emily said, playfully slugging Mel on the shoulder.

After a few minutes of scrolling on their phones waiting for the laundry to finish, Mel broke the silence by asking if Emily thought they'd get caught with the statue.

"I'm sure Carter's noticed by now, but they'd have a hard time narrowing down who did it. This school is way too cheap for working security cameras by faculty offices. We barely get them in the lobbies of the dorms."

"I'm just nervous. We could get in serious trouble from this. Maybe even kicked out. Is getting into the sorority really worth it?"

"Think about the connections we'll make for the future. Not to mention having tons of people who will have our back if shit ever goes down." Emily said without hesitation. "Besides, you know those Greek life mixers can get really wild."

"Right, like I want some hairy frat guy drooling over my tits," Mel said flippantly.

"At least you can see when they stare" Emily replied back. "I feel like my ass has a magnet that works only for drunk men's eyeballs."

"I guess you're right. Men can just be gross sometimes."

"Sometimes, or most of the time. But hey, can't live without them, right?"

Mel hesitated for a while. "Yeah... I guess you're right," she finally said, not believing the words that had just left her mouth. Before the conversation could progress any further, the harsh buzz of the dryer snapped both girls' attention away.

"Finally" Mel said, before grabbing her sheets from the dryer and hastily making her way back to their room. The warmth of the sheets felt good in her hands, and she knew she'd get some good sleep with the warm linens enveloping her.

As Mel put the sheets back on her bed, Emily made her way back into the room and shut the door behind her. She slipped out of her dress, and Mel once again had to fight not to stare as she was suddenly clad in only her pink lace panties.

"They're not going to blind you, you know. They're just tits." Emily remarked, noticing Mel trying to avoid looking. To emphasize her point, she shook her chest from side to side, watching them sway slightly from side to side. Mel was still fired up from her session earlier, and seeing her friend's naked body had always made her even more turned on. She questioned her own sexuality plenty of times, but never explored further for fear of ruining their friendship.

"Some of us don't like showing off" Mel said, trying her best to maintain a playful tone.

"Hey, why not? I wouldn't mind it. If you've got it flaunt it!" she replied smirking. In spite of this statement, she did pull on a pink tank top that matched the color of her panties. Mel could still plainly see her nipples poking through the thin fabric, but it was better than having her bare titties in her face.

"Alright Ms. Exhibitionist, as much as I'd love to get some rest I don't think I ever asked you how your night out went. You did come home pretty early."

"Oh... long story. I'll tell you in the morning. Let's just say Katie is making herself persona non grata pretty quickly."

"Yikes! I guess college really does change people sometimes. I hope it wasn't anything too bad."

"It was definitely something. I'd rather not stress about it tonight though."

"If you say so. Goodnight Em!"

"Night Mel!"

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Emily awoke with a start, and found herself still in her dorm room, Mel noticeably absent. "Where the hell did she go this time? Bathroom?" Emily hopped down from her bed and looked around the room, noticing the moonlight shining on the glass case in the corner of the room. The empty glass case.

"Did your mother never tell you not to steal?" boomed a deep voice behind her.

Startled, she turned around to face the person whom the voice belonged to. Standing before her was a tall, muscular, olive skinned man with thick curly hair. He was also standing completely nude before her, his sizable cock causing her eyes to struggle to keep from drifting downwards. Fear and arousal simultaneously flooded Emily's senses as she gazed upon his form. He looked as if he could deliver just as much harm as he could pleasure.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked defensively.

"Please relax. I'm the spirit who inhabited that statue that you stole earlier today. More specifically, the god that was inside of the statue. Eros, god of love and lust, among other things, at your service."

"You're... a god? Like, actually?"

In response, Eros sent a powerful surge of arousal through Emily's body, causing her nipples to tent the fabric of her top even further. "That enough convincing for you?"

"What do you want then?" Emily asked defiantly, fighting through the haze of erotic bliss that was beginning to flood her senses. "Are you just here to fuck a defenseless young lady?"

"I believe that's more what you want than what I want. I met a lovely woman just last night, as a matter of fact. Alas, I've since been separated from her." Eros lamented.

"You fucked Carter?"

"Sarah. And yes, I did. You'd be surprised how adept she is at pleasing a man. Never judge a book by its cover."

"Sure thing buddy. If that's your standard, I'd probably leave you speechless. What did you guys do, lights off missionary?" Emily scoffed, although her level of arousal was beginning to rise sharply. She had to admit, his body was irresistible. If he wasn't over here whining about another woman she probably would have jumped his bones already, but her self control was still prevailing for now.

"It's none of your concern. I'm simply here to request that I be returned. Either that, or placed in a locale that's a bit more exciting."

Emily couldn't believe her ears. She wasn't exciting enough for him? Any man would be lucky to have her in heat right in front of him, dressed in only a skimpy top and panties.

"Alright asshole, let me show you how a real woman satisfies a man." She grunted out, reaching for his cock. Her hand froze in midair, and she found herself unable to move it any more.

"You'll do no such thing speaking to me like that. You should really know your place as a mortal when addressing a god."

She didn't know what to say. She suddenly found herself desperate for his cock, and could no longer keep up any pretense of resistance.

"Tell me what you want me to do" she muttered quietly.

"That's more like it. You're desperate for it, aren't you?"

"So desperate" she said, starting to rub herself over her panties in anticipation. What the hell was wrong with her? She had never begged or degraded herself for any man for anything, yet here she was, like putty in this person's hands. She began to pull at her nipples through her top, groping at her breasts very roughly.

"Show me just how desperate."

Without another word, the hands that were mauling her breasts gripped the front of her top tightly before tearing the front straight down the middle. Now open and useless, she flung the garment to the side before impatiently kicking off her panties as well. She presented her nude body to him, spreading her legs wide before starting to finger herself.

"Now that's how you present yourself to a god." Eros smiled, before approaching Emily and lowering his head to suck on one of her nipples. He remarked to himself that her body was actually quite delightful as he reached a hand behind her to grab at her plentiful ass. She groaned in response as he lavished her body with his mouth.

Emily felt as if she'd cum just from feeling his rough tongue work its way up and down her body, but she was at her boiling point and knew she needed more. She reached out for his thick cock and started stroking it. It seemed fully hard and ready for action already, but she suddenly found Eros placing his member straight into her mouth, which she began to suck dutifully. As she laved his dick with her tongue, his fingers were working magic on her clit. In truth, it had been some time since she had been truly satisfied by a man. Drunken frat boys who pop in 20 seconds before falling asleep had been the norm for her since starting college, so sex with men had lost its luster. Eros, clearly, was the exception to this norm.

Mercifully, Eros finally withdrew from her mouth and pulled his fingers away so that he could finally penetrate her. She let out a contented sigh as his thick length entered into her. There was no pain or discomfort, it seemed to fit perfectly, almost as if it was molded specifically for her. Once Eros had found a rhythm, she wrapped her legs around his hips to drive him into her further.

Emily took stock of their positioning and noticed she was flat on her back while Eros stood above her. "Lights off missionary can be pretty exciting after all, eh?" Eros remarked condescendingly. Emily didn't care about the remark, pleasure was exploding throughout her whole body. Her body felt electrified, and she could feel parts of her body contracting in anticipation of her own impending orgasm.

Frustratingly, just before she hit her peak, Eros pulled out and shoved his cock back down her throat. It wasn't long until he unloaded his seed, which Emily eagerly took down her throat. It tasted delicious, and she shoved her hand back between her thighs before reaching her own intense orgasm. She released Eros's cock mid orgasm, her entire body began shaking as Eros finished painting her chest and face with his seed. Her vision became blurry and for a moment it felt as if she couldn't breathe. If she wasn't in a dream, she probably would have woken up the whole floor with how loud she was screaming. Again, she didn't care in the moment. For now, there was nothing else other than her, Eros, and the pair's gratification.

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Mel awoke to soft whimpering sounds coming from Emily's bed, and she wondered if she was maybe having a nightmare. This idea was quickly debunked as the whimpers turned into moans and her hands drifted towards her breasts. This was really happening, she was watching her roommate and best friend touching herself in her sleep. She shouldn't be watching. This was such an invasion of privacy. And yet, she couldn't look away.

She should have ran to the bathroom. She should have turned to face the wall and pretend she couldn't hear anything. She should have gone to the lounge until she's done. But she didn't do any of those things. Instead, she sat up at the edge of her bed and unconsciously slipped a hand underneath her boy shorts. She didn't even think about it, it was as if her body was on autopilot.

Mel's eyes went wide when Emily suddenly sat up and literally tore her tank top off of her body. Her panties quickly followed, and she was suddenly laid completely bare before her roommate. Mel could now stare all she wanted, and she planned to take advantage of this development. Her nipples pink and perky, already erect from whatever dream she was currently enjoying. Her wide hips bucked off of the bed, giving her a tantalizing view of her ass jiggling as it came off and then back onto the mattress. She was very clearly imagining herself fucking someone, and Mel found herself soaked once again, her other hand now under her shirt to play with the nipple of one of her massive breasts.

Mel found her climax remarkably fast, shuddering and sighing, trying to keep her voice down so she didn't wake her roommate. She also made sure to stand up so none of her wetness would soak her freshly washed sheets. Her legs began shaking and quivering, but she stayed upright as she came down from her peak. Shortly thereafter, she watched Emily shake and quiver as she crested her own intense peak. She cried out loudly, and Mel just hoped the neighbors didn't hear her passionate release. Mel, on the other hand, absolutely loved being able to hear it. She bet that she was an absolute firecracker in bed.

Emily's eyes suddenly opened as she lay in bed, panting. She looked down at her nude body, blankets tossed aside haphazardly and sheets soaked by her wetness. Panicking, she looked over at her roommate, and was surprised to see that she was not only awake, but openly gawking at her. She couldn't blame her, but she also couldn't be more mortified.

Emily hastily made a grab for her clothes, but found that her tank top had been torn apart in real life as well as her dream, so she just settled for throwing a blanket over herself.

"Wait, Em! It's okay. Honestly, you don't have to be embarrassed."

"How can I not be?" Emily replied, "I just tore off my clothes and made myself cum right in front of you. You probably think I'm a freak."

"No, I don't" Mel replied. "I was... actually sort of doing the same thing." she confessed.

"What?" was all Emily replied with. She'd been masturbating too? Watching was one thing, enjoying was something entirely different. "You were watching me and getting off?"

Now it was Mel's turn to be embarrassed again. "Well, yeah I guess. I don't know, it just felt natural to do."

"Did it... turn you on? Watching me?" Emily asked, lowering her voice and raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Mel swallowed hard before nodding her head. "It did. A lot."

"Mel, I'm going to ask you something. And I'll believe you no matter which way you answer." Emily began. "Do you, or do you not, wish that it was you making me feel that way."

Mel's eyes were now on the ground, but she still answered honestly. "I do wish it was me. I wish that I was making you feel good and that you were making me feel good instead of my fingers." She rushed the words out of her mouth as fast as possible, not sure she'd be able to get them out if she spoke any more slowly.

"Then come here." was all Emily said in reply.

Mel sat frozen for a moment, not believing what she had just heard. But she also certainly wasn't about to question the offer out of fear that it would disappear suddenly. Without waiting for further invitation she quickly rushed over and embraced her friend. Softly, Emily caressed Mel's face, before moving in for a kiss.

Mel had fantasized about this moment, and wondered how long Emily had been feeling the same way. Her lips were soft, like velvet, and the heat from her body was intoxicating. Mel found her hand drifting downward, caressing Emily's collarbone before groping one of Emily's breasts. She was delighted at how responsive and pliable her nipples were, the pink buds becoming a deeper red as they flooded with arousal.

Suddenly, Mel felt a tug at the hem of her T-shirt. She looked up to see Emily gazing into her eyes with a playful look on her face. "I don't think it's very fair that I'm the only one naked, do you?" Wordlessly, with shaking hands, she raised her arms above her head and allowed her roommate to undress her. Her shirt hit the ground and she sat straddling her friend's leg in nothing but a skimpy pair of blue shorts. She stood up quickly and pulled down the shorts before her mind got the better of her and made her stop.

"My god" was all Emily replied as she admired the other girl's body. "You're beautiful. I can't believe you've been hiding this body from me all these years." Mel didn't know what to say. Emily's words made her melt, and she know that she had meant them too. She quickly moved back to her friend and continued their passionate makeout, although both were becoming much bolder with the movements of their hands. Mel was overjoyed to finally get two handfuls of the very ass she'd been staring at and fantasizing about for years. She ground her now bare pussy against Emily's leg harder as their kissing became even more passionate.

Emily signaled for Mel to get up on the bed, which she eagerly agreed to. Emily positioned her head between Mel's legs and began to lap at her clit with her tongue. Emily had never been with a woman before, but she was an expert at cunnilingus as Mel quickly started to moan and squeal from the pleasure. Emily reached a hand up to play with Mel's enormous tits while she continued pleasuring her down below. Mel grabbed the back of Emily's head and moved it further into her pussy, causing the movements of Emily's tongue to become quicker and more animated.

As Mel got closer, Emily moved a bit and switched to using her fingers. She was pleased to see two fingers slid in easily, and she started to piston them in and out as she normally would have done to herself. Mel's squeals grew higher in pitch until she felt her whole body convulsing again, her legs shaking and breasts bouncing as she wriggled around on the bed. Emily eagerly lapped up her wetness as she came down from her third climax of the night.

"Fuck... that was amazing." Mel replied, still not believing the current turn of events. "It's your turn now" she said to her friend, signaling for them to switch positions.

Emily didn't need to be told twice, and eagerly assumed the position. She was already extremely turned on and felt as if she was going to explode from even the slightest touch. Mel rubbed at her clit a few times with her thumb before replacing it with her tongue. Emily, meanwhile, placed one hand on the back of Mel's head and the other around her own throat.

She began to buck her hips into Mel's face, smearing her juices all over her friend which she eagerly lapped up. Soon Emily began bucking her whole body too, her groans and shrieks being stifled by her own hand as waves of extreme pleasure overwhelmed her. Her thighs clenched together, and for a second Mel thought if she were to be suffocated by those thighs that it would be a heavenly way to go.

With both girls now thoroughly exhausted and spent, they both cuddled up next to each other, trying to catch their breaths.

"Wow... that was... jesus Mel if I knew it'd be like that I would have tried to push things with you years ago."

"Emily, you always had feelings for me? I didn't even know you liked girls." Mel was in disbelief. All the years they'd spent together raced through her head and she couldn't help but wonder how different they could have been had she known sooner.

"Of course I did. You're the best confidant and partner I've ever had in my life. And apparently a damn good lover too. I was just... scared." Emily replied.

"I was scared too, Em. Again, I thought you were straight. You never mentioned liking girls before. And even if you did, I never would have thought that a girl like you would have been interested in someone like me."

Emily seemed genuinely hurt by that statement. "Mel, you're absolutely fucking gorgeous, don't ever tell yourself any differently again. You're always there for me, so wonderful and supportive through all the bullshit that I've gone through in life. We've conquered everything life's thrown at us together. There's nobody in this world I'd rather have as my partner than you, Mel."

Mel couldn't say anything, she just started crying. She knew that Emily meant every word. The emotions that ran through her couldn't be expressed. Elation, pride, excitement, and perhaps a little bit of fear as well. This moment completely redefined their relationship after all. One that had been rock solid for many years already. Yet the fear melted away quickly as Mel envisioned her future with Emily. In the end, she couldn't be happier.

"Well damn, I sure am glad you got randy in your sleep. Who were you dreaming about anyway?" Mel asked, looking over to Emily with admiration.

"Him, actually" Emily said, pointing to the case where Eros's statue rested, now facing the two women directly.