Unburdened Pt. 02

Authors Note: This part might be a bit of a slow burn but the next part will have immense pay off.

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Anna walked with Clara's hand in hers. Still not believing this is how the evening had taken a turn. They had kissed. God, they had...well they had done something truly incredible. Her mother would have called it sinful and maybe it was. But if that feeling was sin. If this feeling was sin. Well she would gladly dance her way into hell if she could keep going.

She had never felt like this before. She had kissed boys, well two and one didn't really count. Jake had really went for it during those seven minutes in heaven back in middle school. Head first and wild. He had gotten a bloody nose and she had gotten a chipped tooth. He cried. She cried later. Then there was Miller when she was a junior in high school. They had actually made out but his hands had gotten too frisky in the parking lot of a Walmart and she had pushed him off and left. Miller liked to tell the school they had gone "all the way" and that had given her a lot of attention from guys but they found out very quickly just how untrue it was.

That's what kissing had been like. Forceful and rough. Terrible. But when she kissed Clara...the way her lips had molded to hers so perfectly. How effortless it was. That was what she had always dreamed it would be. The fact that it had been her roommate was merely a footnote in how it had made her feel. Then Clara had taken control and she had cum in the way that she had only seen in movies. That sheet gripping, toe curling, mind blank kind of orgasm that she had always thought looked fake until her mouth was open and her chest was raised up, body trembling. Even as they walked back to their dorm her legs were shaking.

Clara noticed but she didn't say anything. She just smirked with self satisfaction, knowing it was her that had made Anna weak at the knees. The farther they walked the more Anna thought about what they had done. Anxiety reared its ugly head, twisting her stomach. Had she been okay? Why did Clara do that in the first place? Was she drunk? What happens when she sobers up? Would Clara even look at her? It occurred to her then that she was thinking as if she wanted this to happen again. Not just tonight, not just a one off occurrence. She wanted...more. She wanted Clara. Maybe she always had. The thought scared her. It didn't seem like her. But it did feel...right. Maybe she had always had a mask on and finally she had taken it off. But it all felt too new. Too strange.

Then Clara squeezed her hand and opened the door to their dorm. She turned and smiled over her shoulder. Anna smiled back and those anxieties disappeared.

They stumbled into the room, lips meeting each other mid stride. Clara kicked the door shut and twirled Anna's body around with hers, walking like drunkards to her bed. Anna kissed her back, hands traveling up and down Clara's body, every subtle curve and every muscle seemed to quiver at her touch. It was like something from a movie and Anna would have called it ridiculous if it wasn't so perfect.

They fell into Clara's twin bed, giggling like school girls as they kissed. Clara had Anna's top off before, waving it triumphantly over her head like it was a prize before Anna ripped Clara's off, tearing some fabric trying to keep up. Clara laughed and their lips met again, tongues dancing against each other like a waltz. Slow, intense, hungry. Anna felt a surge of bravery pass by her anxiety, her hands reaching around to grip Clara's ass and pull her between her legs, both of them grinding against each other in a slow rhythm. The way Clara moved against her she could feel everything like her body was hypersensitive. The moment stretched for what felt like an eternity, the soft pull of skin on skin. Lips touching, dragging up and down, tongues flicking out so teasingly. Everything making the heat rise up and that sensation she wasn't used to between her legs. She was more aroused than she ever had been. So much so she could barely think and she didn't want to. She just wanted to be.

The clothes came off in a torrent. No words, only the small gasps of pleasure and the increasing groans of pleasure pushing each other forward. Clara was taking control, something that made Anna feel better based on her inexperience. It was clear her roommate had done something like this before. But somehow at this moment it felt special. Like she was the only woman in the world to feel this way.

Clara was gentle but forceful, pinning Anna's hands at the top of her head, her lips dragging down Anna's throat in a line of pleasant fire against her skin. Her hips raised up to Clara's and she opened her mouth in a wordless gasp as Clara reached down to her breasts, taking her tit in her mouth, tongue swirling in a slow circle. She playfully nipped, sending a pleasant shock through her body that made her moan lowly. Clara's ministrations were making her wet and she needed that release again but she didn't want Clara to do all the work. She had already given her so much today and she craved returning the favor.

It was out of her character but that pull came like an inexorable tide. She gripped Clara's hips and rolled so she was on top, smiling at the shocked look on her face. She kissed her then, forcefully, her cross necklace bouncing down to hit Clara on the chin, the cold metal resting down at her collar bone. She pushed herself up, hair falling down as she reached to take the necklace off.

Clara looked up at her, lips parting in a soft moan as her eyes ran up and down Anna's body. Anna blushed, "Stop it..."

Clara grinned, "Stop what? Enjoying the view? You are...god you're amazing."

Anna looked away, shutting her eyes. The compliments always seemed to settle onto her like soft fabric. They made her uncomfortable in an odd way. But she couldn't help but love them. Her anxiety unfurled even so, trying to convince her she wasn't pretty enough. Good enough. She tried to push it down as she undid the clasp on her necklace.

Clara reached up and grabbed her hands, pressing her forehead to Anna's, "Keep it on. I like it."

"You do?" Anna opened her eyes.

"Yeah. Makes me feel like I'm corrupting you or something," Clara grinned, "I think it's hot."

"You never talked to me like this before...I mean, you teased me but I never thought..."

"That I wanted to fuck you?"

Anna snorted out a laugh, knowing it was unattractive, "Yeah."

"You know," Clara leaned up, planting small kisses down Anna's jaw, "I've noticed you ever since you moved in here and I'm fucking nervous as shit. I keep thinking you'll run away and, I don't know...ignore me. This is super new for me too."

"It is?"

"Yeah, silly," Clara smiled, pulling her close, their bodies wrapped around each other gently, "I just want you to be comfortable. And..." Clara slipped her fingers between Anna's legs playfully, "It certainly looks like you are."

"I'm the only one, huh?" Anna smirked, her anxiety shrinking at Clara's words. She reached forward and slid two fingers up Clara's slit, her fingertips sliding inside just slightly before reaching her clit. Clara closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure.

"Mm...no..."

Anna kissed her then, eyes locked, both of them looking at each other as they started to move their hands, an unspoken urge. Anna started to grind her hips against Clara's hand just as Clara did the same to her. Their lips were inches apart but never touching, just the anticipation of it as they kept their gaze on one another, fingers dancing at each other's clits. When Clara's fingers reached inside of her she responded in kind, palms pressed, hips pushing. The slow momentum rising to a fever pitch as they pleasured each other. Anna could feel her time coming as much as she tried to stop it. She wanted to feel this good for so much longer. That rising anticipation until the crest. Right there. Right at the precipice. She lunged forward, lips meeting Clara's fiercely as she came, the rush making her quiver as she soaked Clara's fingers. Clara kissed her back, moaning into her mouth, her thighs shaking, pussy clenching around Anna's fingers. They broke their kiss then, each leaning back to look at each other breathlessly. Clara withdrew her fingers back then ever so slowly brought them to her mouth, her tongue reaching out to entwine between the digits as her lips covered them. Anna had never seen anything so arousing in her life. She wrapped her arms around her roommate and fell into her. They stayed there for most of the night until their exhausted bodies gave out. Anna curled up with Clara's arms around her, the sheets lightly draped over their naked bodies.

When Anna awoke she stretched, grimacing as her joints popped. Clara murmured angrily, turning over in her sleep to clutch the pillow. Between the two of them they barely fit on the bed but it had felt so large last night. In the morning Anna realized she was half off the edge and she couldn't help but laugh. Next time they should probably push the beds together.

Next time.

The words rang in her head. Next time. As in, she wanted more. She didn't want it to be a one time thing. As she stood to go to the bathroom she looked at Clara, spread out like a model for a magazine, the light through their dorm window draping over her making the shape of her thigh and torso illuminated in a way that made her heart race. She leaned down, kissed Clara on the head then crossed to her side of the room to grab a robe. She needed a shower.

She checked her phone, ignoring the texts from her mother to see what time it was. 8:00am, a bit late for her. Early for Clara. No wonder the woman couldn't get up. She slipped the phone into a large pocket on the front of her robe and grabbed her bag of bathroom supplies, heading out of the room, shutting the door behind her gently. She shared a single dorm room with Clara and there was a collective floor bathroom. She couldn't wait until she had a suite with a common room and its own bathroom. It had taken months before she had gotten used to showering in front of others. She grew up being homeschooled and while she had hated most of it the fact that she didn't have to undress in front of other girls was a plus. She liked to pretend she was sealed off somehow, or invisible when she used the floor bathroom. Head down, hair covering her face so she didn't see anyone looking at her. Everytime she did look up, maybe to notice the way that one girl walked or held herself, with confidence she didn't have, her mothers voice shouted at her.

With what happened last night she felt a surge of confidence but try as she might she still undressed hurriedly, almost sprinting into the shower to turn it on, side stepping the water as it warmed up. It was busy this morning and the conversation ebbed and flowed, wrapping around her in a dull white noise. She stepped into the water and let it run down her body, taking a deep breath. Running her fingers down her torso and thighs she shivered, pretending they were Clara's. A dull flame started to ignite inside of her, making her clench her legs. It was almost as if Clara was there with her. Her imagination springing up and whirling about. Without meaning too she let her fingers drape down, fingers rotating ever so gently. She snapped out of her reverie, looking around hurriedly over the top of the walls to the other girls next to her. No one had seemed to notice her. God, what was wrong with her? She would have never done this. Hell, she had barely touched herself even when she was alone. It wasn't easy to get off when you felt like you were going to everlasting punishment every time you were horny.

Her heart started to pound then. The reality of what she had done knocked at the doors of her head. She couldn't shrug it off. She couldn't just be okay with it, could she? But she wanted to. She desperately wanted to. Clara would run the moment the pleasure wore off. She would be alone. Anna had too much baggage, too much anxiety, too many questions. No one wanted that.

She finished the rest of her shower feeling crestfallen. She got into her own head a lot. One of the lingering effects of being raised by a totalitarian mother. Her dad hadn't been that bad really. Strict, but understanding. But being raised to correct all the mistakes her mother had made was...rough. Her head low, she walked back to her dorm, the smell of her lilac shampoo drifting behind her. She liked it because it made her calm. Now she could barely notice it. She opened the door to her dorm and shut it behind her, looking at Clara's bed to see it empty. Of course. What else did she expect? After morning regrets.

She sat at her desk, picking up the blow dryer with heavy hands, numbly going through her morning routine. It didn't take long. She dried then brushed her hair, tying it back into a ponytail like usual. The small amount of makeup she did use only covered up the occasional pimple. Nothing too crazy for simple normal Anna. She looked into the mirror unable to force a smile. She felt ugly right now, her head spinning. How she was able to go so high to so low was mind bending. And stupid.

The door behind her opened and Clara stepped in holding two cups of coffee. Her hair frazzled, still wearing her outfit from last night. She blinked blearily, "Whoa, where did you go?"

Anna gripped her robe tighter, "I...went to take a shower. You left. I thought...I..."

"Oh god, Anna. We live together, that whole one night stand thing doesn't really work with your roommate."

"Well..."

Clara smiled, handing over a cup before kissing Anna on the cheek. Anna blushed. How one kiss was able to do that after last night seemed ridiculous but here she was. She took the coffee and sipped it, "White chocolate peppermint...my favorite."

Clara shrugged, "Surprised? You only talk about it everyday."

"I just didn't think you noticed."

Clara plopped down onto her bed, taking a sip as well before winking, "You really thought I hated you or something didn't you?"

Anna shook her head, "Maybe a little."

"Oh, hun. Not in the least. I mean sure I thought you were a bit repressed...maybe more than a bit. But I didn't hate you."

"You just always wanted me to go somewhere or do something and every time I said no I thought you were disappointed that you had me as a roomie."

Clara sighed, standing up to set her coffee aside, wrapping her arms around Anna's shoulders, looking at her face through the mirror on the desk, "I just wanted to hang out with you. And I guess patience won out in the end, hm?" Clara grinned, giving Anna a small squeeze, "Unless you don't want a repeat of last night?"

"I...do. I do."

"Damn right you do," Clara laughed, kissing the top of Anna's head. "Look, we have a lot to talk about but I would rather just ignore that for now. You busy tonight? We can actually go out just the two of us. Dinner, a movie, a real classic date."

"A date?"

"What? You've never been asked out on a date before?"

Anna shook her head.

"Well that makes me feel special," Clara leaned down again, turning Anna's lips to hers. They broke away slowly and Clara looked at her warmly, "I have a special surprise for you tonight too. Sound okay?"

"It...yes. It sounds great."

"Perfect!" Clara danced backward, "I'm going to take a shower too then. I have a class in about an hour so I'll see you tonight?"

Anna nodded, "Mine should be done by five."

"After five it is. And you better be dressed to impress," Clara leaned down to kiss Anna with a smile, "No regrets from last night?"

"No regrets..." Anna responded immediately much to her surprise.

"Good."

Clara left to go shower and Anna sat back sipping at her coffee, her cheeks feeling heated. It was almost too good to be true. Almost too much all at once. She almost wanted to run and ensure it could end perfectly. But maybe a risk once in a while was good for her. She dressed herself, a pair of jeans and a brown cardigan over an oversized t-shirt. Frumpy maybe, but definitely comfortable. Besides, Clara said she had noticed her when she was wearing her normal wardrobe. She let her anxiety subside, constantly remembering that Clara hadn't left at all. She had stayed. For her.

As she grabbed her bag she finally checked the texts from her mother. She froze. Her mother was coming to visit tomorrow afternoon. To see how she was and make sure she was behaving. She wanted to meet her roommate.

Her mother. Here. She felt a pressure in her chest and her knees started to wobble.

"Fuck," She said, cussing for the first time in her life. It seemed appropriate.