Dena hurried toward lecture hall as the late bell rang. She had just made it through the door on the last ring. She made a mental note to herself about starting the coffee pot before getting in the shower so as to avoid another close call. She found her seat amongst the other students and prepared to head the professor's directions. There was one who was less fortunate than Dena it seemed, as a girl she had never seen before snuck into the room conspicuously. The amount of free seats had made themselves scarce, but one remained beside Dena. The new girl spotted it and crept over to claim it.
"You didn't just see that," New Girl joked. This earned a giggle from Dena. "See what?" She returned. New Girl looked pleased and offered her hand for Dena to shake. "Kim, your new friend?"
"Ladies in the back!" The professor called out, annoyed. They looked at eachother and stifled their giggles. "I'm Dena, your new friend." They shook hands and returned to note taking.
After the lesson had dragged on long enough, the two left and chatted together. They talked about the class, their majors, their goals, and their lives. Dena learned that Kim just transferred classes after switching her major. She learned that it was quite a hectic process, but Kim was grateful for it. The two happened to have one other class together and vowed to go together later. They parted ways until then.
Dena was left feeling bubbly as she headed off to her dorm. She hadn't had many friends in high school. It felt good to see a connection forming like this.
At her dorm, she worked on an essay and double checked her paper for her next class. She had a bit of time to kill, so she decided to catch up on that show she was watching. She wasn't entirely invested in the plot, but she would never miss a chance to see her favorite couple on screen. She envied their friends-to-lovers dynamic. Not that she would want that for herself, right?
It was almost time for class again, so Dena made her way out. She bumped into Kim and the two enjoyed some conversation before arriving. They agreed to get dinner together afterward.
Kim suggested they go to a nearby mom and pop sandwich shop. They both got her favorite menu item, the egg salad sandwich. Dena didn't like it as much as Kim did, but she appreciated the gesture. They laughed together and talked some more before the night ended. At last, they parted ways and said their goodnights after promising to meet up for class the next day.
Dena tidied up the dorm a little before getting ready for bed to burn off some extra energy. She turned out the light and drifted off to sleep under the softness of the covers.
She found herself back at the sandwich shop with Kim. Dena felt that bubbly feeling again. It made her feel like giggling and spinning around. She did just that, and skipped over a field arm-in-arm with Kim. After a big jump, the friends gently floated down to the ground in front of Dena's dorm room. The two held each other's hands. The air felt so light. Kim drew Dena closer by her hands and planted a tender kiss on the tip of her nose. Warmth consumed her like a blanket fresh from the dryer. Butterflies filled her stomach. Their flight seemingly lifted both of them into her room and onto her bed.
Kim gently landed on top of Dena, her weight slowly pressing them both into the sheets. The girls shared a kiss with rose petal lips. They gleamed with new morning dew, seeping from between them and their lapping tongues. The two of them drifted around like blossoms in the breeze. Dena's mouth wandered slowly south, down Kim's chin, then her neck. Her hands lingered on Kim's plush breasts. She squished and groped while her mouth trailed on. Her tongue briefly landed on her breast before licking down Kim's ribs and belly.
Her tongue was pleased to find the flesh of her pussy. It was even more so after it found its way between the wet lips. Dena lapped at the sweet nectar like a hungry butterfly. Kim raised her thighs to welcome her partner and Dena held its pillowy flesh. Her hand met the top of Dena's head and played absently with her flowy hair. Her tongue swirled between her pussy lips and clit, eliciting meager cries and whimpers. As Kim's grip on Dena's hair grew firmer, she picked up her pace and reached for her free hand. They let their fingers intertwine as Kim cried out with the music of angels. The sound rang in Dena's ears as she woke with a start.
Dena's pussy was throbbing and her body was hot. She sat up in bed breathlessly. A wet dream? About-? She moved a hand down and felt its eager heat and dewyness. She bit her lip and fell back with an exasperated "Ugh." She did not hesitate to finish the job, quickly rubbing her finger side to side over her clit. Once she got the satisfaction of cumming while she was awake, she pondered the dream.
She wondered why she would dream about this girl. She had just met her after all. Not to mention the fact that she was a girl. No, it couldn't actually be anything like that, could it? Dena decided it must be just because she hadn't had a real friend in a long time. Yeah, her brain is just overreacting over such a personal connection.
