Lisha slowly woke up in a world of warmth and pressure. It reminded of her of the cold winter days and snuggling underneath a heavy blanket. But for all the comfort, she also felt sticky as if she had been sweating all night. There was also a taste on her mouth and she licked her lips as she tried to identify the musky taste that teased her waking thoughts.
She scissored her legs to work one foot free into the cooler air.
A pressure held her in place, pinning her legs to the mattress and preventing her from moving. She could feel how it ran the length of her sides instead of being just a book forgotten on the side.
She kicked harder as she reached down but the same pressure kept her arms from moving.
With a sickening lurch, she realized she was trapped completely against her mattress. That had never happened to her before, not even when she woke up with the tentacle monster still writhing inside her holes or wrapped in blankets after shivering from the cold.
The pressure on both sides of her, and along her head. She could feel the a firmness against her ears, muffling the noises around her.
Panic ripped through her sleep-addled thoughts. She let out a keening whimper as she tugged at her blankets, pulling on them as she tried to sit up.
“Oh shit!” Sorrel said sharply. “I'm sorry!” She sat up and yanked her feet up off the blankets.
The binding holding her down instantly lessened.
As soon as the pressure, Lisha sat up gasping. The blanket slipped off one shoulder to expose her breast to the cool air.
Sorrel reached over to cup the side of Lisha's face. “Sha? You okay?”
Lisha stared at her in confusion, wondering how the most desirable woman on campus was on her bed. Her eyes drifted down, widening as she stared at Sorrel's naked body.
Everything about the evoker was stunning, from the faint abdominal muscles to the tension of her inner thighs. Lisha's gaze slipped toward the center, toward the splayed open pussy that had little bits of haze and dried cum on it.
“Um… wow… I… um….” Lisha couldn't form any words.
Sorrel grinned. “Never woke up with someone before?” She cocked her head. “I would have expected a pretty girl like you to be used to it, even if it was with your roommate.”
Lisha snapped her head up. She stared for another second before the words registered. “N-No, I never…” Then she remembered the night before, the role-playing and orgasms.
Her cheeks colored and she inhaled sharply.
Sorrel leaned forward, her large breasts jiggling. She was remarkably flexible as she brought her lips centimeters way from Lisha's. “Remembering what happened?”
Lisha giggled and blushed even hotter. “Yes.”
A sly smile. “Remember your safe word?”
“Sol—?”
Sorrel's face froze as did the word on Lisha's lips.
“—yes,” Lisha said meekly. She started to fold her hands in her lap, but then her knuckles brushed against the inside of Sorrel's thighs and she was reminded how close she was to a naked woman, one that had her legs around her head for most of the night.
If she had woken up in less of a panic, the first things she would have felt was her face pressing against Sorrel's pussy. She could almost imagine the warmth and smell of it enveloping her. A faint sadness filled her, why didn't she?
She gazed at the pussy in front of her. She could still taste it on her tongue and she felt a strange longing to slide onto her belly and resume last's night submission. The delicate folds were begging to be licked again and Lisha wanted to taste Sorrel as she brought her new lover to repeated orgasms.
But as Lisha was fantasizing, she almost missed when Sorrel reached out and cupped Lisha's sex with her hand. It was warm and firm, but insistent as she ran one finger up and down Lisha's slit.
Lisha let out a soft whimper as pleasure blossomed from the touch.
“Now, before you think about begging for me to keep your secret,” Sorrel said with a grin. “I think there are a few things we need to do first.”
As she spoke, Sorrel wormed her finger deeper, sliding along the folds that quickly lubricated with her excitement. She circled around Lisha's opening before trailing back to smear juices from clitoris to the opening and back.
Lisha looked up, shivering with desire.
“The first is that before we spend a few hours in bed, I'm thinking you have to pee.”
The last thing Lisha wanted to do was get up. “No, I'm—”
The power of suggestion was a terrible force. Her bladder twinged with the pressure.
“—now I have to.”
Sorrel grinned and pulled her fingers away. She scissored her legs over Lisha and then pulled herself to the edge of the bed. With a little “hup,” she stood up and turned around to hold out her hand. “Come on, first we'll deal with nature, then a little something in your mouth—”
Lisha blushed as she took Sorrel's hand.
“—to eat and then back to the room for what I've been dreaming about.”
On her feet, Lisha looked around for her robe but Sorrel was striding toward the door without a stitch of clothing. Her athletic body was poetry in movement as was her reddish hair that swirled behind her. It was as if Sorrel had no worry about striding naked in public.
Nervously, Lisha followed. “What were you dreaming about?”
Sorrel looked over her shoulder and grinned. “I said I was going to eat your ass. I like to follow through with my plans, you know.”
Lisha froze, a flush of heat filling her.
“So you better make sure that little pucker of yours is squeaky clean because I'm going to stick so many things in it.” Still grinning, Sorrel flung open the door and strode out in the empty hallway.
With a whimper, Lisha followed after her. Her hand fluttered against her sex as heat and anticipation boiled inside her.