Heather’s dark brown locks were longer than she could handle sometimes. They weren’t straight, but not curly either, just like her. She identified as bisexual, and maybe her hair had something to do with that. I smiled to myself, realizing how silly that sounded. I pushed back a strand of her from her face and grinned when she frowned in her sleep.
She wore the white sheet tucked under her bare arms, her shoes forgotten somewhere in my living room. She had been so tired from university that she just stripped and thrown herself on my bed, falling asleep as I finished typing an essay. Things were pretty great with us.
Two college students who loved each other deeply, occasionally slept on the same bed and spent just about every minute together. She was funny, smart, confident, witty, beautiful and very sensual. I’ve been crazy about since the day I met her. To have her next to me, sleeping soundly, filling the room with the sound of her soft breathing at two in the morning was a privilege to me.
“I can feel your eyes on me,” she said softly, smiling with her eyes closed. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I love you,” I said as I hit send, successfully finishing my assignment. She made a soft noise at the back of her throat and said, “I love you more…” turning on her side to face me. I turned off my laptop and put it on my night table.
Turning towards Heather, I gently kissed her forehead, staying there for a second longer to enjoy the vanilla scent her hair always carried. I joked with her that she probably added vanilla extract to her soft waves just to get me all worked up.
I gripped the sheet and pulled it down, exposing her small and perky breasts and lean torso. She was so pale; her nipples were the perfect shade of light pink. I let the blanket pool around her hips as I kissed her cheek. She made a small protesting noise, “You need to sleep,” she argued. I moved closer, resting on my left elbow. She moved to lay on her back.
Most women who slept with other women kept their nails short. It’s a stereotype of lesbians. Even though I identified as a lesbian, I kept my nails long-ish. Heather enjoyed them thoroughly as I caressed her face. I slid one manicured finger down her throat in slow lines, moving between her breasts, circling them without touching. I kept sliding that nail down her stomach and stopped at the sheet around her hips.
Goosebumps broke over her body, her nipples hardening. I smirked. She really loved my nails.
“I know we both need to sleep, but I just need to touch you. I haven’t seen you in days…” I trailed off, kissing the top of her chest. I rested my head on her chest, trailing my fingers up and down her side, smiling at the sound of her content breathing.
I kissed her left breast, as it was closer to me. I circled her right breast with my fingers in a feather-light touch. I kissed her stomach, biting softly at the flesh on her sides. She yelped, but laughed to let me know it was okay. I nibbled at the soft flesh right above her sex.
“You’re gonna get me hot and bothered, Krista.” Heather hardly ever admitted things like that out loud, which made me even more determined to get her off tonight.
“I think we both want that, Heather,” I teased.