Sarah rolls onto her back, pulling the blanket up, tucking it tightly under her chin in her effort to seal out the cool, winter breeze coming through her dorm room window. She doesn’t get up to shut the window because that would mean leaving Kris’s warm body, which is pressed up against her right side, as Kris lays, also on her back, blankets tight under her chin. Sarah lies there, quietly listening to the soft sound of Kris’s breathing. Awake now, and thinking sexual thoughts, Sarah slowly moves her hand away from the blanket, down her own body, drifting lightly over her cold-hardened nipples, to her waste, then across the bed to the warm thigh pressing up against her own.
As Sarah’s hand floats easily across Kris’s thigh, a low moan escapes from her lover, indicating that Kris is at least partially awake. Slowly, Sarah works her hand, palm flat, across Kris’s thigh, then down towards her knee, then slowly back up. Sarah knows just how to slowly stir Kris’s desires, how to turn a light, comforting touch into that delicious tension that is endlessly pleasant to finally release. As Sarah’s hand continues her trip, now returning back up the leg, inching slowly closer to the inside of Kris’s thigh, working under the light pajama shorts that Kris wears, Sarah starts to hear more moans coming from the other woman – increasingly alert moans, increasingly sensual sounds.
Sarah continues her caresses, and Kris’s moans deepen. Sarah closes her eyes and smiles, satisfied that her advance is welcome, even in the middle of the night. With renewed vigor, permission now wordlessly granted, Sarah flips over onto her side so that she is facing her love, hovering above her. Gently, Sarah brings her hand up to tangle in the soft curls between Kris’s legs. With a light, gentle touch, Sarah plays in the field of curls, teasing, touching, and enjoying herself.
Sarah’s fingers move slowly over Kris’s warmest spot, occasionally tangling in the fine, brown curls, then scratching lightly, finally smoothing over them, alternating between various touches and intensities. Kris continues to lay still, eyes closed, but she begins releasing more and more of those soft little moans. As Sarah feels Kris’s wetness begin to escape the confines of her curls, the moisture between her own legs increases as well – Sarah can barely take any more of this quiet, still love making. Firmly, Sarah parts Kris’s folds, and slips her finger inside of her. A much louder groan escapes Kris’s lips, and this time she pushes her hips forward to meet Sarah’s hand. Slowly, Sarah’s thumb moves up through the slick folds of skin, steadily reaching for the little bump that she knows is eager to be touched. As Sarah’s thumb glides over Kris’s most sensitive spot, Kris bucks once uncontrollably. Sarah sighs, glad to have found her goal, and then carefully begins messaging it slowly, firmly.
As her fingers move in and out of Kris’s slick walls, her thumb carefully caresses her special spot. Kris begins to move more, pushing her hips to press herself against Sarah’s hand, moaning and moving her head from side to side, lost in the oblivion of Sarah’s touch. Finally, suddenly, Kris reaches her climax, raising her head and shoulders off of the bed, shuddering as Sarah works her through wave after wave of pleasure, gently guiding her down and back to the bed.
“Mmmm. Good morning,” Kris manages as she continues to concentrate on breathing. Sarah smiles, “it’s not morning. It’s like…” she cranes her neck to see the clock then continues, “it’s 3am.” Kris slowly opens her eyes, breathing more normally now, she glances at the clock. “Hmmmm,” Kris begins, then pulling herself up she leans over Sarah, pushing Sarah onto her back and into the blankets. “Now that I’m up,” Kris continues, but instead of finishing her thought she leans in and kisses Sarah gently, but firmly, on the lips. Sarah smiles into Kris’s lips, as Kris’s hand begins to roam down Sarah’s body.







