Emily kissed me like she was starving.
Our mouths stayed locked, hot and wet, as her hands slid under my shirt. I lifted my arms without thinking, breath catching as the fabric peeled away and hit the floor. Her palms moved slowly across my skin, reverent, like she was learning me with her fingers.
I wanted to feel her too.
I sat up just enough to reach for her, pulling her tank top up and over her head. Her chest rose as she inhaled—her bra soft and pale against her skin. I touched her ribs, barely brushing my thumbs beneath the fabric, and she nodded.
I unclasped it.
It slipped away, and for a second, we just stared at each other. Her breasts were full and flushed, her nipples already hard. My mouth watered.
I bent down and kissed one.
She gasped, her back arching gently, and I took that sound as permission. I licked softly, teasing first, then wrapped my lips around her and sucked. My tongue circled slowly, again and again, until she trembled beneath me.
Her fingers laced through my hair.
> "Claire," she whispered, broken. "Oh my God…"
I moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention—kissing, licking, tasting until her hips rolled toward mine without control. I could feel how warm she was beneath her shorts.
I looked up.
> "Can I take these off?"
She nodded quickly, breathless.
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled. Her underwear came down with them, revealing all of her. I paused to look. She was soaked—glistening in the low light—and so fucking beautiful it made me ache.
I kissed her thigh.
Then the other.
She opened her legs for me, slow and shy, but without hesitation. And I moved in.
My tongue met her softly at first, a single slow lick from bottom to top. She whimpered.
I tasted her again.
And again.
She was sweet, slick, trembling under my tongue. I licked deeper, finding her clit and circling it slowly, letting the pressure grow until her legs tensed around my head.
She didn't try to stay quiet. She moaned openly now, gasping my name like it was a confession.
> "Oh—Claire… Claire, I'm gonna…"
I sucked gently, then slipped two fingers inside her.
She cried out.
Her walls clenched around me, pulsing fast, and I kept my rhythm steady—tongue working her clit while my fingers curled inside her just right.
She came hard.
Her back arched, her hips jerked, and her hand gripped my hair so tight it almost hurt. I didn't stop until she collapsed back into the mattress, panting, body twitching with aftershocks.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning.
She blinked up at me, dazed.
> "Holy shit."
I laughed, crawling up to lie beside her. She grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss—deep and messy and full of her taste on my lips.
> "I want to do you," she said against my mouth.
I nodded. "Please."
She rolled me onto my back and slid down, kissing my neck, then my chest, then lower. When she reached my panties, she looked up.
> "Can I?"
"Yes."
She tugged them down slowly, eyes wide. Her fingers spread me open gently, and her breath caught.
> "You're so wet," she whispered.
And then she devoured me.
Her tongue was hesitant at first, but she found my clit quickly and sucked it gently, then a little harder when I moaned. My hips lifted into her face. My thighs trembled.
I felt her fingers slide inside me. One at first, then two, slow and stretching. The pleasure was overwhelming—sharp and warm and rising fast.
> "Don't stop," I gasped, fisting the blanket.
She moaned into me, and the vibration made me twitch.
And then—without warning—her tongue went lower. Slipping down. Licking deeper. She explored my most sensitive spot with tentative, wet flicks, and I cried out at how dirty and good it felt.
I had never, ever felt anything like it.
> "Fuck… Emily… I'm gonna—"
My orgasm hit like a wave.
I bucked into her mouth, thighs squeezing her head, and my whole body clenched with heat. My vision blurred. I heard myself sob her name.
She didn't stop until I was gasping, trembling, unable to take more.
When she finally pulled back, her face was wet with me. She climbed up and kissed me—slowly, with tongue, letting me taste what she'd just done.
We were both flushed, sweating, breathing hard.
We didn't speak.
We just held each other close in the messy heat of our shared bed, legs tangled, hearts still racing.
And then we kissed again—this time slow. Deep. Gentle.
Like lovers.
Like girls who had just become something more.
We lay tangled in silence, the heat between us slowly cooling as our bodies settled. My chest still rose and fell a little too fast, and Emily's cheek rested just beneath my collarbone, her breath tickling against my skin.
I didn't want to move.
Her arm draped over my stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the same skin she'd kissed only moments ago. I kept mine curled around her shoulders, my thumb tracing idle circles along the slope of her back.
Neither of us said anything for a while. There was no need to.
The quiet wasn't heavy now. It was warm. Wrapped around us like the sheets tangled around our legs.
> "Claire?" she whispered eventually.
"Mmm?"
> "Was that… okay?"
I let out a soft breath, smiling.
"Yeah," I said. "It was… more than okay."
She shifted slightly, nestling closer. I could feel her smile against my skin.
> "I didn't think it would feel like that."
"Me either."
We lay there for a moment longer, both of us gently tracing fingertips along each other's skin. My hand brushed her arm. Hers grazed the curve of my waist.
> "Are we… gonna talk about what this means?" she asked, not lifting her head.
"I think we just did," I murmured. "Kind of."
She laughed softly. "I guess so."
I turned my head and kissed the top of hers. Her hair was a little damp from sweat. It smelled like shampoo and me.
> "I like this," she said quietly.
"Me too."
My eyes started to close without meaning to. My body was heavy now, satisfied, safe. Her warmth beside me was all I needed.
> "Can I stay like this?" she asked. "Even if we wake up a mess?"
I nodded, already halfway asleep.
"Yeah. Stay."
She exhaled slowly, and we settled deeper into each other. Our legs brushed beneath the blanket, and her hand curled against my side.
Sleep came easily.
And for the first time since I arrived on campus, I didn't feel alone.
I felt wanted.
Held.
Home.