Feed me, melanie

chapter 2: how did we get here? (annie)

I wasn’t always like this...so big and insatiable, so greedy, gluttonous. I used to be a twig -- athletic even! That all seems like a lifetime ago.

We first met at a party, or more accurately a semi-crowded gathering. I saw her around campus, tall and svelte. The way her choppy black bob framed her angular jaw and sharp features always intimidated me. There was an alluring, sophisticated air about her. She walked those brick paths as if she owned them. People moved out of her way, she never had to step aside. Anywhere she went, she went with ease. With one look anyone would think, “That’s a girl who undoubtedly has her shit together,” and they’d be right. Melanie knows what she wants and knows how to get it. I was a goner the moment she set her beautiful green eyes on me that afternoon.

She arrived late, once people had naturally split off into factions of acquaintances and conversational groups. Needing a break from the incessant exchange of pleasantries, I walked over to the snack table. Standing there, eyeing the splendid array of sweets and tempting goodies, Melanie walked in behind me.

“Melly! You made it!” a girl squealed from across the room. I glanced back, wondering whose arrival would’ve warranted a welcoming of that caliber. A thin, pale girl with bubblegum pink hair ran and greeted Melanie with a friendly hug. They giggled and exchanged pleasantries before entering a group of mutual friends. As she walked away Melanie looked over to me. I didn’t think she would walk over, which she didn’t for a bit. Our brief moment of eye contact broke the levee and a tidal wave of nervousness crashed down on me: my cheeks flushed, my ears grew hot and my mouth dried up completely. I whipped back toward the table desperately seeking something to drink.

It wasn’t long before she approached me, announcing her presence with a sultry, “Hey.” I was still gulping down lemonade from a solo cup and her monosyllabic introduction caught me off guard. I choked on a mouthful as I turned toward her. Once I caught my breath we both started laughing. I even started snorting a bit. I was pretty embarrassed about laughing like such a dork before introducing myself to this Amazon warrior princess of a woman, thankfully she found it cute.

“Anything good?” she asked, gesturing toward the table.
“Oh, I’m not sure. I haven’t actually tried anything yet,” I smiled awkwardly and continued, “everything just looks so good. I can’t seem to decide what I want.”
“Maybe I can pick something for you.”
“I absolutely welcome the assistance,” I said flirtatiously. Melanie picked up a napkin and grabbed a brownie. She led me to a small couch and we sat down. She pulled one corner, which I thought she would hand over. To my surprise, she brought it centimeters from my mouth and told me to open. I thought she was joking at first, I mean, who does that with someone they just met? But her face didn’t flinch even when I nervously laughed. One corner of her mouth rose, forming a subtle smirk that said, “Do it, I dare you.”

As I opened, everything else melted away. The music faded and it was just the two of us, gazing into one another’s eyes as she fed me a piece of what I remember being the most delicious brownie to ever grace my tastebuds. I can only assume the hand that fed me embellished the memory of it. I would have spent the rest of the day on that couch with Melanie feeding me every single brownie on that platter.

The pink haired girl enthusiastically called for Melanie, bringing me back to my body and the room full of people from the higher, spiritually chocolatey realm my soul ascended to. Perhaps it brought us both back. Melanie panicked, turning toward her excited friend then back to me. The suddenness with which she put the brownie down almost gave me whiplash. She fumbled for a pen and scribbled something on the napkin, next to what was left of the brownie. After capping the pen, she arose and licked her thumb to wipe a crum from the corner of my mouth, lingering on my bottom lip as she said, “call me.”

As I watched her waltz away, the spell of her presence broke and I realized I never got her number. How the hell am I supposed to contact this goddess of a woman?! Before embarrassing myself in front of her and the rest of the room’s occupants, I looked to the napkin left in her stead. It read, ‘eat me! ;)’ with her number below.

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Afte r I left the party, I couldn’t stop thinking about Melanie. The way her hand held that square of rich, dark chocolatey goodness up to my lips and the way she subtly pushed a corner in my mouth, she willed me to eat. She knew I’d take a bite. Somehow she knew I wanted more; more of her, more sweets, more food. I wanted her hands on me, all over me. I wanted to have more of me for Melanie to caress, squeeze, and pull in close to her. I wanted to be in those arms of hers for the rest of time.


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