Fated For College Ch 03

Soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting pale gold across the bedspread still rumpled from the night before. The air smelled faintly of sweat, sex, and jasmine-scented fabric softener. The sheets were tangled around Lia's thighs, her bare skin brushing against the warmth still remaining in the sheets Celine had left behind.

Lia blinked awake slowly, the quiet hush of the room gently welcoming her to consciousness. Her body ached in subtle, pleasant ways--her thighs sore, her lips a little swollen. But it was the memory, not the soreness, that hit her first.

Last night...

It came back all at once--Celine's commanding voice, her hands, her body, the way she had taken her. The feeling of being touched, explored, owned. Lia's face flushed immediately, her breath catching in her throat.

She buried her face in the pillow and let out a soft squeak.

She had given herself to Celine. Her best friend. Her roommate. Her everything. And it had felt right.

After stewing in the warmth of both embarrassment and joy, she finally slid out of bed. Naked and sore in all the most satisfying ways, she padded quietly to the bathroom, grabbing her robe from the back of the door. The hot shower was a welcome balm, and she stood there longer than usual, watching the steam swirl while letting her thoughts catch up to her emotions.

By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a towel and hair damp, she felt lighter. Not just from the shower--but from the growing certainty in her heart.

When she walked into the kitchen, she found Celine sitting casually at the counter, legs crossed in gym shorts, sipping coffee from her favorite ceramic mug. Her long legs were tucked up on the stool, golden hair still a bit tousled, skin glowing in the morning light.

She looked over as Lia entered--and smiled.

That smile.

It wasn't teasing or smug. It was knowing--warm and affectionate, and full of something deeper than either of them had named yet.

Lia blushed instantly, cheeks burning, but she didn't turn away. Not this time. She let Celine see her.

"Morning," Celine said, voice soft and certain.

"Morning..." Lia replied, fiddling with the hem of her towel as she sat beside her.

Celine poured her a cup of tea without asking--chamomile, just the way Lia liked it.

The two of them ate in their usual rhythm--toast, fruit, eggs. They laughed about finals, gossiped about classmates, and gushed about the summer internships they'd just locked in. On the surface, everything was the same. But beneath the casual words, a new energy buzzed--intimate, tethered, full of something precious.

Once the dishes were washed and the counter cleared, they moved to the couch, sitting closer than usual, their knees brushing. The morning sunlight pooled across the rug, soft and golden.

There was a pause.

And then--it was Lia who broke it.

"Celine?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady.

Celine turned toward her. "Yeah?"

"What did you think... about last night?"

Celine raised an eyebrow, then offered a sly smile. "What did you think?"

Lia's mouth opened--then closed. She bit her lip. Her fingers twisted in her lap.

"I was nervous," she said softly. "Still am, honestly. But... I've never felt anything like that before. Not just the sex, but... being yours. Being led. It scared me, but I felt safe. Because it was you. And I... I want more of that."

Her voice trembled on the last sentence, but she pushed through it. She wanted to be brave. She wanted to be honest.

Celine stared at her for a long moment, and Lia worried she'd said too much. But then Celine's eyes softened--filled with something warm. She reached over, threading her fingers through Lia's hair.

"I was terrified," Celine admitted. "Terrified of doing it wrong, of hurting you, of messing up something perfect between us. But the moment I saw you surrender... I felt like I'd been waiting my whole life for that."

Lia's eyes widened.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Celine continued. "Not really. I've fantasized about being a Mistress for years, but that was all in my head. You're my first. My only. So if you're okay with a completely novice Domme..."

Lia launched into Celine's arms before she could finish. Their lips met again--this time not driven by hunger, but by warmth, by joy, by something deeper than lust.

They melted into each other, a long, tender embrace.

"I want it to be you," Lia whispered. "Only you."

They stayed like that for a while, arms tangled, heartbeats thudding in sync.

Eventually, they pulled apart and began to talk--really talk.

They sat cross-legged on the couch, brainstorming and giggling, but with surprising seriousness. The first thing they agreed on was that either of them could initiate a session using names that would signal their dynamic: Mistress, Madam, or Miss for Celine; pet, slave, slut for Lia.

For now, they would keep their scenes as one-offs, exploring only in the privacy of their apartment--no bleeding over into their academic lives, no slip-ups in public. This was their secret. Sacred and safe.

No sharing, no third parties, no invitations. Just them.

As they chatted through fantasies and boundaries, they laughed at their nervousness but leaned into honesty.

Celine admitted her curiosity about orgasm control, pet play, spanking, and food play. Lia flushed crimson as she confessed her fascination with foot worship, bondage, and especially the idea of being humiliated both verbally and physically by someone she trusted.

They didn't set strict limits just yet--they agreed they needed more experience and experimentation. But the trust was building fast, solid like a foundation poured fresh and warm from their mutual honesty.

After a while, the tension between them started to simmer again.

Celine gave Lia a look that made her thighs press together--and then laughed.

"Shower?" she suggested. "Together, but no funny business. Just cooling off."

"Sure," Lia grinned, cheeks pink again. "No funny business. For now."

They stood, fingers brushing. A soft tension hung in the air, playful and charged.

And as the shower turned on and the steam rose once again around their bodies, both girls knew this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

Their secret. Their story. Their bond.

And they couldn't wait to explore it together.