Fated For College Ch 02

Lia stood still, bare feet planted on the cool wooden floor, her sweatshirt and shorts pooled around her ankles. Her fingers twitched at her sides, unsure of what to do with them, her body instinctively yearning to shield itself from the air and attention. But then she looked at Celine--and froze, something telling her that she shouldn't try to cover herself up.

Celine eyed Lia with a ferocious intensity. Not wild or predatory, but something deeper--hungry, loving, completely locked onto her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in the shape of Lia's bare skin, her delicate curves, the soft slope of her waist and the minute shivering in her chest. It wasn't just lust; it was something more.

"You're so beautiful," Celine said, almost to whispering it.

Lia felt a wave of warmth rise from her chest to her cheeks. Her skin prickled with both fear and excitement. There was something different about being seen like this--something raw. She had been naked before, in changing rooms, in mirrors--but never like this. Never for someone. Never for her best friend.

Her arms instinctively started to cover her chest, but Celine's eyes sharpened, and her voice cut through softly, commandingly:

"Don't hide from me, Lia. Not tonight."

Lia stopped. Her arms dropped slowly to her sides.

Celine stepped closer, just inches away now from Lia. Her hand rose gently and brushed a lock of Lia's hair behind her ear, her fingers trailing slowly down Lia's cheek, over the line of her jaw, then down her neck. She watched the way Lia's skin reacted--how she trembled ever so slightly, how her breath caught when fingertips brushed her collarbone.

"Hands behind your head," Celine whispered.

Lia hesitated for only a bit before obeying, lacing her fingers together behind her back, elbows pulled back, presenting herself. The motion made her chest jut out, making her posture more vulnerable and open. While her heart thudded louder in her ears, she could also feel the arousal between her legs.

Celine took her time exploring her prize.

She ran her hands slowly over Lia's body, starting at the shoulders, moving down her arms, then brushing lightly over the swell of her breasts. Lia gasped when Celine's thumbs glided across her nipples, already rock hard. She squirmed.

"Don't move," Celine murmured, her voice tender but firm.

Lia whimpered, biting her lip, trying to stay still. Celine's hands continued downward, over her stomach, along the curves of her hips, tracing the gentle arch of her waist, as if mapping her like a piece of furniture.

Lia's thighs tensed as Celine's fingertips brushed the edge of her mound. Not touching directly, just teasing the promise of what lay beneath. Lia's knees nearly buckled from that simple touch.

"You're already wet for me," Celine said with quiet delight.

Lia's breath hitched. She wanted to melt into the floor with embarrassment, and yet she had never felt so alive.

And then--Celine leaned in.

The kiss started slow. Hesitant. A meeting of lips, soft and unsure. But within moments, it deepened--an explosion of heat and hunger as both girls gave in to the tension that had simmered between them all night. Celine's hands slid into Lia's hair, and Lia moaned as she pressed up into her. They kissed each other as if they were a pair of starving wolves meeting the sight of food in weeks.

Celine pushed Lia gently back onto the bed, straddling her. The sheets were cool against Lia's flushed skin, her legs falling open with a whimper as Celine kissed down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts.

Everything felt new. Too much, yet not enough.

And then--Lia gave into her desires.

Driven by instinct, she rolled over and slipped downward between Celine's thighs. Her lips trembled as they hovered above the slick heat of her roommate's core, but Celine's fingers slid through her hair and gently pressed.

"Go on," Celine whispered. "Taste me."

Lia obeyed. The first touch of her tongue made Celine arch, her breath catching in her throat. Lia was eager, inexperienced but sincere and hungry to please. Celine's hands tightened in her hair as she moaned, gasping, rocking gently against Lia's face.

It was messy, imperfect, real--and it drove them both to the edge.

Later, Celine pulled Lia up, rolled her over, and took her time exploring every inch of her roommate's body with lips and fingers and whispered praises. Lia came with a cry muffled into Celine's neck, her whole body trembling.

They didn't stop after one. They couldn't.

That night, they lost count. Of kisses. Of orgasms. Of whispered words shared in the quiet glow of their bedroom.

And when the heat finally gave way to exhaustion, the two girls lay tangled in the aftermath--sticky, sore, and completely at peace. Celine curled around Lia from behind, arms around her waist, lips against the nape of her neck. Lia held Celine's hands tight, as if afraid to let go even in sleep.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to.

They had already said everything.