Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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The battle in room 204 of Rawls Hall at the University of Memphis had begun again at promptly 7:33 in the morning. Analisa sat up in bed enough to see if Jaeleen was even there to turn the alarm off. Of course not. She had been spending the night over at her new boyfriend's apartment more and more frequently, although she insisted they weren't fucking. "Just cuddling and sharing an intimate moment. People are most vulnerable when asleep. There's no sex," she always said. This would be said with the same 'I've just been well laid,' grin that she walked around with almost permanently. Not that it mattered one way or the other if she was sleeping with him. Analisa just wished she'd have the courtesy to turn off the automatic setting on her alarm before leaving for the night. Jaeleen took 8am classes whereas Analisa preferred 12:40 classes and would register for nothing earlier than 11:30.
She got up, stumbled to Jaeleen's clock, chunked it at the wall, and stumbled back to bed. She knew she'd have some serious explaining to do later, but the satisfaction from the sound of the crunch against the cinder block wall was worth whatever would come of it. Of this, she was certain, as she laid her head back on the down pillow and pulled the blanket up over her head.
Her classes that day had been uneventful for a Friday, uninteresting even. She was a little disappointed as she trudged back to the dorm. She would take a quick nap, a shower and be ready to go out with her friends by 10. Weekends were the best. Usually she wouldn't sleep again until Sunday night. This weekend's celebration was for Marissa who had just ended a 3-year relationship with her supposed fiancé. Apparently he had 2 other fiancées and wasn't really planning on marrying any of them. That might have had something to do with his bi-curiousness, but she wasn't interested in going into the whole thing in that much detail. Marissa would be officially single, which is always cause for some sort of drunken celebratory outing. She dropped her bag at the foot of her bed and barely got her shoes off before she was asleep. Atypical, but not totally unexpected, considering the strange sleep schedule she kept. She immediately fell into dreaming which is probably why when Jaeleen came in about 45 minutes later in her usual whirlwind of cell phone chatter, dropped books and kicked off shoes, she didn't even stir.
It was also probably why she didn't wake up as Jaeleen sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her face. She didn't wake as Jaeleen's hand moved down farther, into Analisa's camisole, cupping her breasts ever so tenderly and timidly. She leaned down and kissed her ever so softly. She could tell Analisa was dreaming by the fluttering of her eyelids. There was little chance of waking her now save violently shaking her. She gently worked her camisole straps off her shoulders, baring her lovely perky breasts. Lightly running her fingertips along the curve of her breast, from her arm to sternum, she was delighted to see Analisa's nipples harden in response to her touch. She arched her back unconsciously, wanting more, as Jaeleen pulled away and began running her hands along Ana's thigh. She untied the string of her track shorts and slid them down easily. She had such lovely legs. Runner's legs that were long and lean and lead up to a completely shaved pussy. God, she had hoped for neatly trimmed, but shaved! She felt the heat growing between her own legs. Her fingers glided along, barely touching. Not yet, she decided. She moved back up and kissed Analisa a little less gently than before and was surprised as she began kissing her back. She opened her eyes to see if she was awake, a mix of relief and disappointment came over her as she saw that the eyelids still fluttered away. Kissing down her neck, she could hardly wait to flick her tongue along those beautiful pink lips and into Analisa's sweet crevice. She knew her own pussy was dripping wet in delicious expectation. Ana's hard nipples felt delightful on her tongue as she ran circles around them and kissed them. They were so soft and so firm at the same time.
