"I'm going to look stupid," Mo protested.

"No, you're not," her roommate Budd told her as she adjusted the sheet that Mo was wearing as a makeshift toga. "You're going to look very sexy."

"Bed linen is not sexy," Mo said.

"It's sexy when it contains a beautiful woman like you," Budd countered.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"

"Because Melody, that cute girlfriend of yours, has to write a love poem for her English class."

"And this is going to help how?"

Budd sighed. "You're dressing up as Erato, the Greek Muse of love poetry." It was only the umpteenth time she'd explained this to Mo. "You're going to inspire Melody to write a love poem. It's about, you, her hot sexy girlfriend who goes to a lot of trouble to help her out with her homework. It's not about me, your equally sexy and very understBuddng roommate, who is also going to a lot of trouble to help out without the added benefit of what is bound to be some very hot sex."

Mo laughed at her roommate's histrionics. "Okay, okay! I get the point. Thanks for helping out."

"You're welcome," Budd said. "Now take off your socks--Muses should be barefoot."

"Says who?"

"Says your costumer who is going to kick your ass if you keep questioning her infinite wisdom."

"You never should have been allowed to take that classics course in college," Mo said, which earned her a tongue sticking out from Budd.

Budd finished off Mo's costume with a small ivy wreath in her hair just as they heard the door buzzer.

"That must be Melody now," Budd said. "I'll let her in on my way out, and then you can make a proper impression."

"Wait, how do I look?" Mo asked, tugging on the toga to straighten it.

"Inspiring!"

---------- "What are you supposed to be?" Melody asked, trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm Erato, the Muse of romantic poetry," Mo told her with as much grandeur as she could muster.

"Oh," Melody replied, barely able to contain her laughter. "I see..."

"Dammit, I told Budd this wouldn't work," Mo said. "There was no way that my dressing up in a sheet was going to inspire you. This was a stupid idea."

Melody walked across the room and, still stifling a giggle, gave Mo a kiss on the cheek. "It's not stupid," she told her girlfriend. "In fact, I think that it's sweet."

"But you're laughing," Mo said.

"Well, you do look kind of ridiculous," Melody explained. "What with a sheet wrapped around you and a salad in your hair and all."

"That does it, I'm taking this thing off."

"I was hoping you might say that!" Melody remarked, licking her lips.

Mo had intended to go back to the bedroom and change, but realized that Melody had something different in mind. With a motion that was almost smooth, Mo unfastened her toga and let the sheet fall to the floor.

"Now that's something I find inspiring," Melody said, admiring Mo's naked body.

Mo stretched her arms out towards Melody. "Come to me, my young student."

Melody walked towards Mo, also stretching her arms out until their hands met and clasped. Mo pulled her in close and gave her a passionate kiss.

"Suckle on my sweet bosom," Mo told Melody.

Melody giggled.

"What?" Mo asked sharply.

"You said 'bosom,'" Melody said.

"I'm trying to get into the spirit of things."

"But I don't think you're chesty enough to have a 'bosom,'" Melody explained.

Mo gave Melody's ass a short spank. "Just shut up and suck my tits then."

"Okay." Melody moved her mouth down to Mo's breasts and began to lick her nipples. Mo felt her arousal grow as Melody's tongue circled her sensitive nubs.

"Oh, babe, that's good..." Mo moaned.

"Hey, who's the one who's supposed to be getting inspired here?" Melody asked.

"You can be just as inspired in the giving as in the - Oh! - receiving."

"How's this for giving then?" Melody kneeled as she trailed her tongue down Mo's stomach, past her belly button to land right at the vee between Mo's thighs. She used the very tip of her tongue to coax Mo's clit out from its fleshy hideaway.

"Ooooo," Mo squealed with delight. She remembered back to when she and Melody had first started dating, and how tentative Melody had been sexually. It wasn't that Melody was particularly shy, but when it came to sex the eighteen-year-old hadn't had a lot of experience. Mo had certainly enMoyed helping her girlfriend to come out of her shell, and the reward for her patient tutelage had been an enthusiastic young lover.

Mo didn't want to give in to an orgasm yet. She didn't want to expend the bulk of her energies right away. "Let's not get too carried away here," she told Melody as she removed her lover's face from her sex.

"I thought that you liked getting carried away?"

"Normally yes," Mo agreed. "But I think now it's time for me to do some active inspiring."

"Oh good!"

"I think that one of us is wearing too much clothing, don't you agree?"

Melody stood up and pulled her tee-shirt off over her head while Mo kneeled in front of her and pulled down the zipper of Melody's tight faded blue jeans. Mo inhaled the rich, musky scent of Melody's arousal. She was anxious to taste her, but first needed to get her student completely naked. Mo yanked Melody's jeans down to her feet, then did the same with Melody's black bikini panties.

"How're you doing up there?" Mo asked, looking up to see Melody unhook her bra and toss it aside.

"Quite naked," Melody said.

Mo stood up, running her hands along the curves of Melody's hips. "And how!" She was always impressed at how such a sweet girl as Melody could have such a sinful body.

Their mouths met, probing deeply with their tongues, while their bodies merged into one: breast to breast, hip to hip. They began to move against each other, building on the already existing passion.

Mo had fully intended to give Melody a good tongue-fucking, but instead she now found herself possessed by an emotion other than lust. It was something deeper, more powerful.

"I love you," she whispered breathily into Melody's ear. Before Melody could respond, Mo put her hand down between Melody's legs and slid a finger up inside her lover's wet warmth.

"Oh, Mo..."

Keeping their bodies pressed tightly together, they moved so that Melody's back was against the wall. Mo wiggled her finger inside of Melody, rocking her hand back and forth, alternating pressure on Melody's clitoris with the deep strokes of her fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Melody cried out. Mo could tell that her girlfriend was starting to come. She began to kiss the side of Melody's neck just below the jaw line.

Melody's body shook and convulsed in Mo's embrace. Mo shared in her lover's Moy, holding Melody tight. "I love you," she whispered again as the last gasp of Melody's orgasm subsided.

"That was..." Melody began.

"Inspiring?"

"Oh my goodness yes!"

"Good. Now hurry up and get your clothes back on," Mo told her.

"What? But..."

"Hush," Mo admonished. "Whatever you're planning to say, don't say it."

"Why...?"

"Get dressed, go home, and put whatever you're feeling right now into a poem."

Melody started to say something, but Mo quickly covered her mouth with a kiss. "Not another word until you're reading me a poem, understood?"

Melody nodded in agreement. Mo helped her gather up her clothes and get dressed, then walked her to the door.

"Now go do your Muse proud, my love," Mo said, giving Melody a final kiss before she departed.