Chapter 1
Wrenn Martin shivered as her manicured feet met the icy tile of the bedroom floor. She instinctively began tapping them all around, her toes searching for the warmth of the worn, blue rug that seemed to shift every which way but intended. She sat there at the edge of her twin bed, shuffling her feet aimlessly. Her eyes were refusing to open. The strap of her satin nightdress had began to slide down her sun-kissed shoulder. She smiled to herself, as this only made her stamp her feet around with more conviction. She was gleefully convinced that she could shake the remainder of her ensemble completely off. A giggle or two let out as she felt the other strap begin to slide down the opposite shoulder.
Kiera Sullivan sat up in her bed, her expression tired and annoyed.
"Wrenn." Kiera demanded, curtly.
Wrenn paid her no mind, continuing to squeak and rattle the frame of her own bed with her incessant movements.
"Wrenn." Kiera hissed, this time slamming her hand down against her floral duvet for added effect.
"Mm. Hey, good morning." Wrenn mumbled through her pouty lips. Her voice sounded dry and hoarse.
"What are you doing?" Kiera asked, her eyes squinting. She was barely able to make out the sultry outline of her roommate.
"Nothing." Wrenn shot back, tugging her nightie straps back up over her full breasts and securing them back in place. Her eyes were still closed, but she understood Kiera's watchful gaze to be present.
"Okay." Kiera scoffed with a twinge of judgement. Her words were punctuated by a series of dry coughs coming from Wrenn. On the opposite side of the room, Wrenn's shoulders shuttered and the delicate fabric of her nightie clung to her bust and hips perfectly while she wretched. Kiera watched, her vision suddenly becoming more clear. She thought it would be divine to have a glamorous body like Wrenn's, so that she may bounce right out of her clothes whenever she wished, too. She sighed under her breath as she hugged her own bosom and laid her head back onto her pillow. Her piercing eyes, still focused on Wrenn's beautifully slender curves.
"Hey," Wrenn croaked in between coughs, as she gestured to the spot in which the small blue floor mat was supposed to lay. "Do you know where the little blue rug that--"
"No, I haven't seen it." Keira snapped, still staring at Wrenn. "You're probably dehydrated by the way." She rattled confidently, before turning over in bed.
"Shut up." Wrenn whined before she hopped down from her bed and tip-toed across the cold, hard floor towards the bathroom. "I'm gonna go shower." she announced before clumsily finding the bathroom door handle, opening it, and shutting the door behind her.
Kiera rolled her eyes as she settled onto her back, drawing her knees up, and casting her gaze towards the ceiling. An outline of yellow light appeared between the bathroom door and the door frame. She laid there waiting until she heard the shower turn on and, when she felt it safe to do so, she closed her eyes and arched her back.
Like clockwork, her deft hands found her perfectly pink nipples. She began to pull on them gently, rolling them between her index finger and thumb. A small moan made its way from her soft lips. She began groping her tits, feeling the stiffness of her nipples against the supple, pale flesh that just barely filled her palms. She was imagining that they were Wrenn's delicious tits within her grasp, instead. She could feel a familiar wetness forming between her legs. She slowly moved her hand down the center of her toned abdomen, desperate to stop at her growing, hot sex which rested sweetly underneath blue lace panties.
Her lean legs swayed open as she began to slip her eager fingertips underneath the waistline of her panties. Just as she was about to fully indulge herself, her phone buzzed, ominously. A notification banner appeared, illuminating the otherwise dark room in a soft blue hue. She sat up, and grabbed her phone from the night table. It was a text! A spark of hope darted around in her chest, as her nimble fingers began to dance across the screen, unlocking her device. The text read:
From Master: U up?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Wrenn studied herself astutely in front of the mirror. She observed her body as she swayed her hips, tossing her hair frim side to side. She moved fluidly in accordance with the steady rhythm of the shower, which was her sacred music. Immersed in her body's slow and sexy movements, she was completely startled by the sound of Kiera's petulant knocking from the other side of the door. She closed her eyes as a dramatic sigh escaped from her chest. She watched the handle of the door jiggle, impatiently, before deciding to undo the lock. She drew the door inward, propping herself up against it, and exposing her bare breasts to Kiera without hesitation.
