Melting Melissa's Maturity

Complete Story

Melissa's life had really started in her 20's. She looked back on herself in middle and high school, and just cringed. She had been such an awkward and nerdy teenager. So obsessed with being cool, and utterly failing at it. Fixated on her special interests, and talking at length about them regardless of whether people wanted to hear about it. So sheltered by her strict parents, and unable to find her true self.

But she had grown up, found a decent job, asked herself some difficult questions, and come out the other side more mature, more stable, and much happier all around. She really regretted that she couldn't look back on high school with the nostalgia some people did, but she was happy after the whole journey that she had finally found her way.

Now she had a loving group of friends, some fun hobbies and artistic outlets, and the little voice in her head was much kinder to her, much less self-conscious than it had been growing up.

The other wonderful thing was her new girlfriend. They had only been dating for a few months, but it was already the best thing to happen to her. Her suffocating home life growing up had prevented her from really exploring herself, and it had only been within the last year that she finally admitted that she liked girls, and didn't really care for boys. How much time had she wasted, imagining what it would be like to grow up and marry a cute boy?

But Jessica was wonderful. Truly her better half in every way. Patient, able to handle her occasional freak outs, and slowly trying to find solutions to Melissa's chronic lateness, and occasional bouts of feeling overwhelmed by everything. Jessica was just a wonderful, hot lady and Melissa couldn't understand how she had gotten by so long without her.

They had both met at a con, and had both been cosplaying the same obscure slice-of-life anime. Since then, they had both come to love each other's quirks, and often spent nights talking until 1 or 2 in the morning about their latest fandom obsession.

And now, they were planning to move in with one another. The stars had aligned, and both of their leases were ending around the same time, so they finally found a perfect apartment for the two of them, and Melissa's cats.

Moving day was helped along by Jessica's parents (who were still in her life, unlike Melissa) and a few of the friends from their D&D group, and after everyone had been fed pizza and sent away, Jessica and Melissa were left with an apartment filled with boxes to unpack.

"Well, do you want to get a start on all of this now?" Jessica asked, brushing her blue hair out of her eyes.

"Want to? No, but I do think we should unpack at least a few," Melissa said.

Jessica smiled, and nodded, opening a box near her. It had been one of Melissa's. She shuffled through it, seeing it was mostly papers. At the top, something caught her eye.

"No way!" Jessica said.

"What?" Melissa asked, walking curiously over.

"You read that fic too?" Jessica said, picking up a printed copy of an old fanfic.net story that Melissa had apparently printed out.

"Read it?" Melissa said. "I wrote it."

Jessica just stared at Melissa for several seconds, unable to quite believe what she just heard.

"No way!" Jessica said. "No way, this is too weird! This was one of my favorite fics growing up. I was gutted when you stopped updating. Were you really PandaCookies92?"

Melissa reeled at this new information. She had never thought that someone she knew in real life would ever read one of her fics. But here was her girlfriend, somehow a huge fan of her longest uncompleted work!

"Uh, yeah," Melissa said, suddenly blushing as she remembered some of the cringey things she had written as PandaCookies92. "You didn't, uh, read anything besides this one, did you?"

Jessica giggled. "Melissa, I read all of your stuff. I was obsessed! I still sometimes wonder where the story was going to go, and I re-read it like once a year."

Melissa didn't know how to feel. Part of her was flattered that she had had such an ardent fan, and that it would turn out to be her partner. Maybe they were meant to be together? But another part felt so embarrassed, the way she always did when she remembered all the silly things she did in middle school. She honestly couldn't believe that one of the things she wished to forget was something someone else found worth remembering.

"Well, I'm sorry I stopped updating," Melissa said. "I just sort of... lost interest." That wasn't exactly the whole story. She had written more than 100,000 words, and had been going strong, and then... the worst nightmare imaginable, her mom had found her fic! After she knew her mom might be reading, she just couldn't bring herself to write anymore.

"Well, if you ever feel the desire to write again, I'd love to see another update," Jessica said.

Melissa frowned. "I don't think I can. I used to be so angry and horny and repressed, and my writing was my outlet, but... I don't need it anymore. I can't get back into the same headspace. If I tried writing it again after 10 years, it would be completely different."

Jessica looked disappointed, but quickly forced a smile. "Well, at least I have the comfort of being with a famous person."

"Famous?" Melissa said, surprised.

"Yeah, my friends all loved your story as well!"

Melissa couldn't handle this. She decided to give up on unpacking boxes, and just veg out on the couch for the rest of the day. Jessica joined her, and it was a nice, quiet first night in their new home. Well, it stopped being quiet at a certain point.

When Jessica started making eyes at Melissa, she knew what she must want, and the two started making out, and then Jessica licked between Melissa's legs until her body was rocked by an incredible orgasm, and she was reduced to a fuckdrunk mess. Melissa loved the way Jessica worked her body - the sex was better than anything she had experienced with a man. They had always been so selfish, and often didn't care if she enjoyed sex, but with Jessica, she felt loved and cared for the whole time. Afterwards, she helped get Jessica off with a vibrator.

The two of them cuddled together, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

A few weeks later, almost all of the boxes were unpacked (the sole exceptions were two stubborn ones that sat at the foot of the bed, and that the two of them were sure would be done eventually), and Melissa and Jessica had settled into a normal life.

However, one night, Melissa was working on a little sketch, and she noticed Jessica had been standing there watching her.

"Oh, I didn't notice you there," Melissa said, embarrased.

"No, I love watching you work," Jessica said. "I was never really artsy myself."

"Well, you know, I always used to sketch in class growing up. I couldn't concentrate on what the teacher was saying if I didn't have something to occupy my hands."

Jessica nodded. She had been quite a different student growing up. She would sit diligently, and listen to everything the teacher said - and then ace the tests later in the semester. Though she had trouble caring about homework, because she never needed it to learn the material. Jessica knew the struggles of a gifted student.

"Speaking of middle school, Mel," Jessica said. "Do you remember this thing?"

Jessica pulled out a purple crystal on a golden chain.

"Oh my gosh, is that what I think it is?" Melissa asked.

"It is!" Jessica said. "It's from my old cosplay of Ichika from Koukou Jidai no Feiku Manga."

That took Melissa back. Kouji, as it was known by its fans, had been the biggest shonen series of its era and run for hundreds of episodes (much of which was filler.) Ichika was one of the four generals serving under the main big bad of the series, and she frequently used her powers of hypnosis to ensnare the minds of the main characters or their friends - though most of the time after a big speech about friendship, the mind control was broken and they were freed of the spell.

Jessica jokingly started swinging the purple crystal in front of Melissa's eyes.

"Remember the rhythmic chant she used to do? I can actually do her whole catchphrase in Japanese. 'Anata wa nemuku natte kite imasu. Anata wa totemo nemuku natte kite imasu.'" Jessica said the words in a deeper tone, perfectly mimicking Ichika's voice.

Melissa found herself following the swinging pendant in spite of herself. Her breathing had slowed, and she suddenly felt very, very relaxed.

Jessica looked at Melissa in surprise. She had to be joking, right?

Jessica continued swinging the pendant, and Melissa's eyelids seemed to become more and more heavy. Jessica started repeating Ichika's mantra, hardly believing that with each repetition, Melissa seemed to go deeper and deeper.

Finally, Melissa's eyes closed, and Jessica could tell from her deep breathing that she was completely in a trance. Jessica had no idea any of this would happen. How could the words of a villainous hypnotist from their youth have this kind of effect? But whatever the reason for it happening, Jessica found herself intrigued.

"Can you hear me, Melissa?" Jessica asked.

Melissa's lips parted, but it was a few moments before she summoned the will to speak. It was like she was reacting to the world from so far away.

"Yes," she finally mumbled.

"And are you under my control?" Jessica asked.

"Yes," another mumble. "I'll do... anything you ask, mistress Ichika."

Jessica's eyes widened. She would have to ask Melissa about this 'mistress Ichika' business later, but for now... She had to figure out what to do with her entranced girlfriend. Her mind drifted back to the discussion they had had a few weeks ago about Melissa's old unfinished fics. Jessica would just about sell her soul to see more of that amazing writing. Maybe now that she was entranced...

"Melissa, you used to write stories on fanfiction.net, right?" Jessica said.

"Yes, mistress Ichika," Melissa said.

"Well, I want you to imagine that you're at the top of a staircase with 27 stairs. Each stair represents a year of your life experiences."

"27 stairs," Melissa said breathily.

"That's right. Now, I want you to take a step down the stairs. As you step down, think about the person you were a year ago. What were you doing then? What sort of things had your attention? Who were you a year ago?"

Melissa took a step down the stairs in her mind, and as she did so, she thought about where she had been a year ago. She hadn't had a girlfriend - she had been dating Matthew then. He was fine, not very exciting, but he did seem to care about her. A little bit of a temper problem that made him terrible to play video games with. She was working the same job, but she was starting to be a little unhappy.

"How old are you, Melisssa?" Jessica asked.

"26," she said.

"Very good," Jessica said. "Now, I want you to pay just as much attention to the person you used to be, and keep walking down the stairs until I tell you to stop. Once you're prepared to go to the next step, tell me which step you're arriving at."

Melissa thought about all of the habits she used to have. All of the negative behavior patterns, self-doubt and anger she used to have.

"25."

Melissa thought about her growth, her increasing comfort with her body and her femininity.

"24."

Melissa thought about finding a job she didn't hate, that paid better than any she had had up until that point.

"23."

"22."

"21."

Melissa thought about dropping out of college, one year before graduating. Just one other thing she screwed up in her life.

"20."

"19."

Melissa thought about moving out of her parents' house, and feeling free for the first time in her life. Away from the constant watch of her dad and step-mom, she had started to decompress and grow. She had found some witchy friends to explore her new interest in paganism with, and had enjoyed a sense of community that she had never felt in the Catholic church of her youth. It was so much fun celebrating Samhain with other people, and using tarot and astrology to try and learn about herself.

"18."

Melissa was miserable. She argued with her step-mom nearly ever night. Mostly over homework, sometimes over chores, or whatever screw up she had managed to have. Melissa knew it was crazy, but she sometimes half-believed that her step-mom must command an army of spirits to spy on her, because she somehow always knew when she had done something she wouldn't approve of.

Melissa was suffocating, she was so small, and it was like her feelings didn't even matter.

"17."

Melissa still hadn't recovered socially from her best friend betraying her. It was a stupid argument, but both were committed and now Melissa didn't even have her little group of misfits to hang on to. At least she had her boyfriend - though he was Mormon and his parents hated that she had taken his virginity. They had sent a number of nasty voice mails about it recently.

"16."

"Alright, stop," Jessica said. "How old are you, Melissa?"

"16 years old," she said.

"And do you write fan fiction?"

Melissa gave a slight smile. Fan fiction was her one escape from her crappy home life, and her miserable school experiences. "Yes."

"Are you in the middle of writing your biggest fic ever?" Jessica asked.

"Yes."

"Good, good," Jessica said. "I want you to stay in this mindset. Remember your story, but forget everything that made you stop writing it. You're in the mood to write, do you understand?"

"Yes," Melissa said.

"Alright. If I ever say 'Adult Melissa', you'll return to your normal adult self. All of the things that happened while you were reliving your teenage years will feel like distant memories. Nod if you understand."

Melissa nodded.

"And if I ever say 'Mini Mel', you'll return to the mindset you now find yourself in. Mentally, emotionally, you'll be in the perfect place to write more of your story. Nod if you understand."

Another nod.

"Alright, I want you to wake up when I snap my fingers on 3. 1, 2, 3," Jessica snapped.

Melissa opened her eyes groggily. She couldn't place it, but the woman in front of her looked so familiar!

"Um, hi miss," Melissa said. "I like your Ichika pendant!"

Jessica smiled down at the purple crystal. "Thank you. Your parents wanted me to take care of you while they were out of town. Feel free to use the TV or computer at your leisure.

Melissa rolled her eyes. She was 16 years old! She didn't need a babysitter. This was probably her mom's idea.

"Well, can I see the computer?" Melissa asked.

Jessica nodded, and led Melissa to a laptop.

"Can, I, uh, have a little privacy?" Melissa asked.

Jessica nodded, and went to go browse the web on her tablet in the bedroom.

Melissa typed fanfiction.net into the address bar, and logged into her account. She was having so much fun writing her story. It had some shippy elements between the two main leads, but what she really liked was just spending time imagining the dynamics between the characters and how they would play out. Some of her interpretations were only a degree or two off from their canon personalities, but her interpretation of the mentor ignored his development in the later seasons and radically altered his personality to be a little more bombastic.

She finished typing, and spent a few minutes editing minor typos, and then she posted it. Melissa wasn't the type to agonize, or plan long term. Each installment was just written off the cuff, and sometimes she would use comments as inspiration.

Melissa was amazed at what the editor said. 3000 words in one sitting? She was always amazed at how productive she could be! However, she was tired now, so she decided to browse Tumblr. Her dashboard was full of some new meme that was making the circles - some Scorcese film from 1973 that didn't really exist. She giggled a bit, and reblogged it. Then she started searching for the tags for her favorite anime. She reblogged a bunch of really good fan art, and started writing a reply from someone trying to start discourse in the fandom.

The babysitter came out, and smiled at her.

"Hey, Melissa, are you hungry?" she asked.

Melissa frowned. She was pretty hungry after sitting in place and not moving for the last few hours.

"Yeah, miss," she said. "What was your name again?"

"You can call me Ms. Lewis," Jessica said.

"Well, you can call me 'Mel,'" she said.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mel. Here's a microwave dinner."

Mel was excited. It was her favorite microwave dinner! Maybe having a babysitter at 16 wasn't so bad.

"Well, Mel, what were you up to tonight. A lot of homework?"

Mel shook her head. "No, I don't have any homework tonight. I was just doing some stuff on the net." She blushed. She would be mortified if this woman knew about her fan fiction.

Jessica watched Mel, and felt a bit sorry for her. She was so different from the vibrant, confident young woman she was dating. She seemed quiet, almost ashamed every time she spoke, and was constantly watching Jessica's reactions, as if she was worried she might say the wrong thing at any time.

"Do you like anime at all?" Jessica asked.

Mel seemed to come out of her shell a little at those worlds. Her face lit up. "Yeah, I love watching it, and reading manga! Right now my favorite is Kouji."

"Oh, I love Kouji!" Jessica said.

Mel was shocked. She had never met an adult who liked anime, let alone Kouji. She started gushing about why Yuu was her favorite, and how she wanted to be just like her. Jessica just smiled, and loved watching Mel go on and on about a series she liked. It was different from when Melissa would infodump with her nowadays - more unfiltered. Mel didn't really have the social graces that Melissa had worked hard to develop, and she was much more likely to interrupt or not wait her turn when Jessica tried to say something.

But Jessica liked seeing the teenage version of her lover. She had to admit, she was pretty cute this way.

"Are you straight, Mel?" Jessica asked.

Mel's eyes widened at the question. Who did this strange babysitter think she was?

"Of course I'm straight!" Mel said. "I've got a boyfriend and everything."

"Do you kiss your boyfriend?" Jessica asked.

"Well, yeah. We've done a lot more than that," Mel said, blushing and looking at her lap. She hadn't really enjoyed it, but she was happy to have finally lost her virginity. Maybe with time, she'd grow to enjoy sex with men more in the future?

"Well, if you want to practice making out, I'd be happy to help you. Maybe you could impress your boyfriend with your skill," Jessica said.

Mel shifted uneasily. Ms. Lewis was so beautiful, and the idea of making out with her made her feel a bit funny, but she wasn't sure if it was right.

"I'm not sure..." Mel said. "Is it okay for two girls to kiss?"

Jessica laughed. "Well, my first kiss was with a girl?"

Mel's eyes widened. "No way!"

"Yes, way. Although it's not what you might think. I was at summer camp, and all the girls in my cabin wanted to practice making out so we'd be able to do it right when we finally got boyfriends."

Mel's heart was beating fast. She didn't know why the idea of kissing a girl was so interesting to her, let alone a gorgeous adult woman like Ms. Lewis.

"Well, if that sort of thing is normal, then, uh, I guess I'd like to give it a try," Mel said.

"Okay," Jessica said. "Why don't we start on the couch?"

Jessica walked over, and sat down. She patted the cushion next to her.

Mel stood for a second, trying to get up the nerve to do this, and plopped herself down next to Ms. Lewis. She felt nervous being so close to her. God, Mel felt so jealous looking at the older woman's curves, her breasts were amazing. Mel had felt this way about other girls before - it wasn't exactly jealousy, but she somehow noticed their amazing feminine features and couldn't stop looking. Why did she have to be such an awkward misfit of a girl?

"Alright, Mel," Jessica said. "It's very simple, why don't you start with your hand here?" She pointed to her neck.

"Uh, okay," Mel said. She reached out, her hands trembling, and was now holding Ms. Lewis' neck. She tried not to notice just how good it felt to touch her skin.

"And have your other hand here," Jessica said.

Mel felt her breathing change as she saw where Ms. Lewis was motioning. It was her side, but right by her breasts. Mel extended her hand, and tried not to be aware of her hand briefly brushing against the side of Ms. Lewis' left boob. Fuck, she really was so pretty!

"Now, lean in," Jessica said.

Mel didn't know if she could do it, she was so nervous, more nervous than she had been with her boyfriend during their first time even. Something about Ms. Lewis was so much more electrifying than him.

"O-okay," Mel said. She leaned forward, until her lips touched Jessica's.

Fireworks.

Jessica's lips were just so soft, and she couldn't stop kissing them.

Jessica would give her a little direction here and there, but within minutes, Mel felt like she was a natural. Why hadn't things come this easy with her boyfriend?

Mel was getting hotter and hotter, as they continued to make out on the couch. She had never felt this way, felt so alive - except when she wrote smut for her fan fictions. Imagining the way the girls in her stories felt getting intimate with their beloved, the curves of their bodies, the high-pitched, feminine way they spoke Japanese...

Mel was starting to feel turned on.

Shit, this was so embarrassing. Would Ms. Lewis notice? What if Ms. Lewis realized she was a perverted freak, who wrote about anime characters having sex?

Mel pulled away from Ms. Lewis.

"This has been... amazing," Mel said. "But I don't think we should do any more."

Jessica loved watching Mel squirm like that. She had already been her gay awakening once, but the Melissa she had introduced to lesbian sex had been an experienced adult who had been around the block. This teenage version of Mel still didn't realize she was into girls, she just knew that making out was making her feel something strange, and she wasn't ready to process it.

"Well, hopefully you learned something from all this," Jessica said, smiling. "Adult Melissa."

Melissa felt so turned on as she realized the situation she found herself in. Horny on the couch with Jessica? Yes, please.

Melissa kissed Jessica, all of her previous reluctance and hesitancy gone. She loved Jessica, and loved the way Jessica knew her way around her body.

It wasn't long before they had each gotten the other screaming in ecstasy as orgasms rocked their body, and they lay panting next to one another.

Jessica smiled at her lover. She would have to read the new chapter Melissa had written later. But that had dropped down in her priorities. What she wanted more than anything was to spend more time "corrupting" teenage Mel. The thought of helping a repressed girl like that come out of her shell, and discover her love for women - it was making her so hot.