Naiya's Homecoming by pointless(killallhippes@gmail.com)
codes: FF, drugs, romantic, college



Authors note: This story is the fifth (and hardly the last) in a somewhat loose series that begins with “Ashlee and Naiya’s Sleepover” and “Macy’s Crush” and is directly preceded by “Naiya’s Fresh Start.” Normally I’d say these stories are capable of standing on their own, but with this one I feel it would be wise to at least suggest that anyone interested should read “Naiya’s Fresh Start” if you find yourself confused by the back story as this story is more or less part two of that particular story. Don’t worry. It’s a good story. If you like this part you’ll love that one.

Also, I’m currently experimenting with self editing, so please forgive any small errors and feel free to point out any large ones. I won’t mind one little bit. In fact, I’d actually appreciate the help. All other feedback is also welcome as are happy thoughts and other neat things.

Oh, and for whom it may concern: All characters engaged in any sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age in both the story and the mind of the author.

Enjoy.



It would be wrong to say that Naiya’s Thanksgiving plans had gone swimmingly and that everything had worked out exactly as she had planned. Not that it had gone badly or anything. No, quite the contrary. It had actually gone about as well as one could expect, but that wasn’t saying much when you considered the fact that Naiya honestly hadn’t expected all that much and instead had been relying almost purely on the power of hope. Luckily, that had been just enough to get her through.

It really hadn’t been easy and she probably would have copped out completely if fate hadn’t stepped in and forced her hand. The fact that fate took the form of her stepsister Macy was hardly a surprise. In fact, one could even say that it was just about the only way it could’ve happened since both Ashlee and Naiya had up to that point been very successful at avoiding each other even though Ashlee spent nearly every night sleeping in Macy’s bed. It was only during the day that Naiya had free run of her own house and the freedom to talk to her stepsister. 

The nature of those conversations ranged greatly from more serious topics to the usual silliness generally brought about by their habit of wandering off to smoke weed together whenever possible as well as just general catching up with the mundane details of each other‘s lives. Even though they’d been talking quite a bit lately and were hardly out of touch it was just somehow better and more real to talk about their lives and the interesting and not so interesting things they’d done in the past few months in person instead over the phone. They were pretty much sisters, after all. Face to face conversation was what they were used to. It was natural. It was the way they’d been almost from the day Naiya’s mother moved them in with Macy’s father back when both girls were still in elementary school. It was just right to see Macy roll her eyes in sympathy at Naiya’s vivid descriptions of the failings of her professor’s instead of having to imagine her doing it even though Naiya had seen the move so many times over the years she could paint a picture of it with her eyes closed.

Still, not all their conversations were made better by this closeness. Conversations about Ashlee for instance were not made any easier by Naiya being able to see the sadness, the pity and the understanding in Macy’s eyes. It all just made her feel that much smaller, that much dumber, that much more sick over what a coldhearted bitch she been to Ashlee. She knew she deserved it, though, and because of that she made herself sit there and take it even when Macy’s words threatened to bring a self pitying tear to her eyes, or worse, when Macy started on her with the “So when are you going to talk to her?” bit in an attempt to get the ball rolling.

Of course, that part didn’t really start until after the first night when Naiya chickened out of the first planned attempt and then locked herself in her room and ignored Macy’s knocking when Ashlee left to go buy some rolling papers. Naiya didn’t unlock the door until the next morning when Ashlee was safely away at her parents house for one of her many family gatherings, but even then she successfully avoided her stepsister’s disdainful stare at the breakfast table thanks in part to the presence of Naiya’s mother and Macy’s aunt discussing the plans for the evening meal.

It wasn’t until after both girls had gone upstairs to change that Macy finally managed to corner Naiya in her room to ask her what happened that Naiya found herself a victim of her stepsister’s calm, but forceful attempts at persuasion as Macy repeated the fact that time was short and it was now or never several times and in several distinct ways over the length of a very short conversation before they were interrupted by a shout from the bottom of the stairs telling them to hurry and get in the shower before people started showing up. This led Naiya to think that she’d been granted a reprieve, but if she had been it was a short one because for the rest of the day Macy kept the pressure on whenever she could and didn’t stop until Ashlee came over that night.

Once again Naiya thought at that point that she would be free from anymore needling. After all, she was an adult now. She knew what she had to do, what she’d planned to do. Sure, she had definitely chickened out, but the time just hadn’t been right. 

Same for that night. It just hadn’t felt like the time. Besides, it was late and she didn’t want to leave Megan hanging waiting on her nightly call. There was always tomorrow when the family would be gone and on and on and on.

She even said as much to Macy the next morning when Macy cornered her in Naiya’s room again to once again urge her into action. Macy, of course, didn’t buy a word of it and it was then that she made her threat by saying “Look, Naiya. You know how you’re going to feel if you go back to school without doing this. I know you. This is going to eat you up from the inside. I mean I’ll admit that I wasn’t all whatever about this when you first mentioned it, but damn it, Naiya, I’m getting sick of pretending you don’t exist when Ashlee is here, so please, when Ashlee comes over tonight just come talk to her and get it over with. Please just promise me you will.”

“I don’t want to just bust into your room and…” Naiya started to protest, but it just wasn’t working. She knew this even before Macy cut across her just by the look on her stepsister’s face.

“Look, if you don’t do something I will. Okay? Just please try, okay? Please?”

“Okay,” Naiya said meekly knowing full well that Macy didn’t make empty threats. Still, as the day went on and things became more relaxed she was far from at ease. She tried to put her fears out of her mind, but as time ticked by and cousins and aunts and uncles and what not began to slowly filter out of the house she found herself unable to do so.

Of course, Macy noticed and whenever she could she cornered Naiya and kept the pressure on. Not in an overbearing manner, but with just enough force to let Naiya know she wasn’t going to let her chicken out again. It took a lot of this before Naiya finally just accepted her fate and started trying her best to steel herself for the coming confrontation. She even managed to sneak a few bowl hits on the back porch and just tried to settle down as the time ticked on by. When Macy told her to go to her room and wait because Ashlee was coming she amazingly did as she was asked without even thinking of protesting. 

She only ended up waiting for a good ten minutes for Ashlee. Still, it felt like an eternity despite the fact that she spent the time talking to Megan until Ashlee knocked weakly and then entered and just stood there staring at her grimly until Naiya said “I gotta go,” to Megan and waited just long enough for Megan to say “Good luck. I love you.” before responding in kind and then hanging up and staring back briefly trying to look happy before she said  “Hi” in a voice that barely escaped her lips before Ashlee responded with “So Macy says you want to talk to me…” in a cold, even voice that stunned Naiya into silence as she nodded her reply. 

Naiya tried her best to gather her strength to press the attack and do what she knew she needed to do, but it was all in vain. She simply could not do it. Luckily (though it didn’t seem so lucky at the time) Ashlee could.

As one might imagine, the conversation that followed thanks to Naiya’s momentary lack of courage didn’t start out very friendly as Ashlee instantly began telling Naiya basically everything that Naiya already knew and felt horrible about as Naiya just sat there taking it all in while knowing full well that she deserved it. Even when Ashlee, by then even more put off by Naiya’s calm acceptance of her own faults, began to dig deep and raise her voice as she called Naiya a “selfish, childish little bitch” for not talking to her about her fears and doubts (proving that Macy had indeed been talking to Ashlee about their conversations.) Naiya just sat there and took it and calmly agreed to every single accusation because every word no matter vindictive was deserved and every accusation was true. She knew it, Ashlee knew it, Macy knew it and even Megan, who had never really even met Ashlee, knew it. 

Hell, everyone who knew even the smallest amount about it agreed: Naiya had been a selfish, immature, childish and stupid person. Those were the facts. They were indisputable and Naiya didn’t even try to do so. Even as Ashlee’s frustration over this lack of conflict seemed to overwhelm her for awhile Naiya just couldn’t bring herself to give to her the denial of fault that Ashlee seemed to crave. Instead, as the volume of Ashlee’s voice continued to rise and threaten to cross over from being just a bit too loud all the way over to full on yelling Naiya just continued to sit there and take it. It wasn’t until Ashlee finally just put her frustration out on the table by saying loudly “Why aren’t you arguing with me?” that Naiya finally found herself capable of speaking her true feelings.

“Because you’re right, Ashlee. Look, just please sit down and let me… ugh, I don’t know how to say this.” Naiya started and then covered her eyes as she paused to collect her thoughts trying hard to remember the speech she’d been practicing in her head for over a month and failing miserably until she finally decided to just let it come as it would, but not before once again insisting that Ashlee sit down. When she did, in the same chair she had been sitting in the night they had first kissed not all that long ago, Naiya took a deep breath and finally started saying her piece.

“Look, you’re right, okay. I was a bitch. I know that. I can’t even begin to argue with that. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. You deserved the truth, you deserved my trust, you deserved… I don’t know… you deserved like everything I didn’t do. I know that. Hell, I knew that. I mean the whole fucking time I was talking to Max while ignoring what it was doing to you I knew what was I doing and there’s nothing I can say to defend myself. I was being a selfish, cowardly, weak and I was a stupid bitch and even though I know… I…” Naiya paused to wipe away a tear a take another breath while avoiding looking directly at Ashlee somehow knowing that if she did it would be all over and she wouldn’t be able to say another word.

“Look,” she said after realizing she hadn’t said anything for several seconds. She then paused again taking a breath before forcing herself to finally look in Ashlee‘s direction while somehow avoiding eye contact before she continued her voice getting shakier with every word “I’m sorry. I know that sounds like so much bullshit and that’s not even close to being enough, but whatever. I loved you Ashlee and I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was just scared about all the feelings that… I mean look, and please don’t take this wrong way, but I never expected anything to come out of it. I mean that night we first had sex, made love or whatever, I wasn’t… it was just supposed to be fun. I didn’t think it’d end up being as serious as it was. I didn’t think…”

Again Naiya paused to collect herself and wipe away a tear, but as she did she made the mistake of looking Ashlee in the eyes and saw, much to her dismay, that there were tears there as well and she immediately lost it. As she turned away from Ashlee she felt the tears begin to flow freely from her eyes as she said “I’m sorry” once again between sobs not at all expecting what happened next. 

In fact, she didn’t even register the fact that Ashlee was no longer sitting in the chair by Naiya’s desk until she felt her bed shift under Ashlee’s weight. Even then she didn’t react until she felt Ashlee, the person who had only moments before been berating her with words like bitch and cunt while calling her selfish, childish and stupid, suddenly embraced her in a full and loving hug.

Suddenly, any restraint that Naiya had still possessed instantly vanished as she turned and returned the embrace as the tears began to flow freely from her eyes. She had no idea how many times she repeated the words “I’m so sorry” between sobs as Ashlee hushed her and told her that it was okay, but by the time she realized that Macy was there as well when she suddenly felt Ashlee stiffen momentarily and then felt Macy’s arms wrapping around them both as Macy joined the hug it didn’t matter. She even repeated it a few more times before finally she was all cried out and the embrace ended with a weak laugh and one more apology before Ashlee, would had been silent for quite awhile said in a quiet, somewhat strained voice “Stop apologizing, please.”

It was weird, it was irrational and it didn’t make any sense, but after that things just seemed to go almost back to normal. Well, not quite “normal” in the sense that everything just went back to the way it had been before. There was still definitely some tension between them because words, no matter how honest and heartfelt, could only repair so much, but when Macy, who after her subtle entry had said absolutely nothing, finally spoke up and said quite simply “I think this calls for a joint” the mood lightened noticeably and pretty much stayed that way for the remainder of the break.

Still, it wasn’t like Ashlee and Naiya were suddenly best friends again, but at least they were talking now. It was a start and it was nice. Really, it was pretty damned good despite the fact that the conversation that night was noticeably sparse and tightly controlled by Macy‘s mediating presence. 

By the next morning, however, there was a more natural flow to everything. Ashlee actually stayed over until late in the afternoon and more than once Naiya found herself alone with her and not really that uncomfortable. Sure there was still awkwardness to their conversations (and strangely enough to Ashlee and Macy‘s conversations as well, but Naiya didn‘t let herself dwell on that too much because it not only wasn‘t her business until one of them made it her business, but is more of a feeling than anything concrete), but whatever it was remained below the surface and eventually they rediscovered their old ability to make each other laugh. 

That night was more of the same as they all went for a stony cruise and went hiking in the cold, clear late November air liked they done some many times before. The only difference was that when they returned to Naiya and Macy’s house and eventually went to bed it was Naiya who ended up alone in her room while her stepsister and former best friend tried and failed to make love quietly in the room across the hall. Naiya, of course, couldn’t have cared less because at the time she was too busy talking to her lover on the phone with her hand down her panties as they teased each other to orgasm. The sound’s coming from Macy’s room were nothing more than background noise to her.

By the time Naiya was getting into the car to head back to school any awkwardness that remained was minimal and all them seemed to be on the same page of just getting over the past and learning to live with the new normal. Still, Naiya was mildly and pleasantly surprised to hear Ashlee say that she really hoped she’d see her at Christmas and that she hoped Megan could come along as well. For a moment Naiya (and Macy as well judging from the way her eyebrows raised ever so briefly when Ashlee said it) was simply too stunned to respond. Ashlee noticed of course and said “What? I can’t be nice? Anyway, seriously, from what you told me she seems cool. Just ask her. If it happens it happens. If it doesn’t whatever. Just think about it okay?” and there was nothing Naiya could do but agree knowing full well that Megan would likely do everything in her power to make it happen. She then hugged both Ashlee and Macy before getting in her car and leaving feeling both pleased and eager to see them both again.

So, all in all, that aspect of her holiday at home went great. Well, if not great at least a whole lot better than she had expected it to. There was however an entirely different aspect of her short stay at home that had been almost unbearable in a way that Naiya just hadn’t anticipated: being separated from her roommate, her friend and her lover Megan. 

Sure, she had expected to miss Megan a little bit, but she had not expected to miss her as much as she did. She honestly felt like she was back in tenth grade when she was still very much (and very foolishly as it turned out) in love with Max. She felt like a piece of her was missing, like there was a hole in her heart and a constant dull ache somewhere unspecific that had started almost even before she’d left and that was not at all helped by the fact that she was hardly out of contact with Megan for more than a few hour at a time the entire time they were apart except when they were both asleep.

Even the knowledge that Megan felt exactly the same way did absolutely nothing to ease her suffering. All she wanted was to be at her side again, to feel her body pressing against her, to taste her skin and just to be with her. It was both terrible and wonderful all at the same time.

It was also more than a little surprising. Sure, it was hardly a shock to her that she had feelings for Megan. She’d known that for awhile now. She also knew that those feelings were definitely rooted in that perfect combination of love, friendship and lust. What was surprising to her was the acuteness of it all as well as how oddly good it felt to finally feel this way about someone again and to know that they felt the same way about her.

Still, it was kind of scary. She’d even said so to Macy one night when everyone was asleep and Ashlee was still driving back from her Grandmother’s house before they had made amends. Macy had, of course, laughed at her and when that didn’t go so well she said simply “That’s love, dummy.”

“I know, it’s just I feel kinda…” Naiya started to retort only to have her step sister interrupt her.

“Feel guilty? “ Macy said, finishing Naiya’s thought for her. Naiya could only nod in response as Macy smiled weakly at her. “Naiya, don’t.  You can’t help how you feel. I mean, I’m not going to ride you about all that and I‘m not going to pretend it‘s my right to forgive you, but love can’t be quantified like that. I mean, like I love you and I love Ashlee, but I don’t love you in the same way, but I still love you both just like I love my dad and mom and your mom as well, but it’s all like… you know, different, but it’s all just as good and true and real.”

“Yeah, but that’s not it, it’s…” Naiya tried to rebut, but once again Macy cut her off.

“Seriously Naiya, don’t try to compare this love you feel for Megan to what you felt for Ashlee or Max or anyone. I don’t know her, but I’m sure she deserves better than that. You love her. That’s all that matters. Trust me; you really can’t let yourself fall into the trap of wallowing in your regrets. Shit, if I did that I’d never have sex again let alone have a relationship. Seriously, you don’t even know half of the stuff I’ve done.”

After that Naiya couldn’t help but feel a little better and not just because after that little discussion Macy finally decided that Ashlee was taking too long and that if she wanted to get pissed about them smoking some of her weed she could just get over it. No, it was more because Macy just had that kind of an affect on her especially now that Naiya was starting to come to terms with her sexuality. It was just one of the many reasons she loved her stepsister and was glad that she’d never really left her life. Macy was in a lot of ways the best friend she’d ever had.

Of course, that didn’t make the pain subside any and neither did the long phone conversation (complete with a long session of some very hot and beautiful phone sex) she’d had with Megan an hour later when Naiya slinked back into her room upon hearing Ashlee’s Jetta pulling into the driveway. Macy, of course, rolled her eyes at her and headed downstairs to let Ashlee in. Even the sound of Macy and Ashlee making love just across the hall from her after she let Megan go to sleep didn’t distract from her desire to be with Megan again. In fact, the sound of Ashlee coming didn’t even make her feel as jealous as she thought it should. Instead that too only made her long to be making love to Megan once again.

Nothing could save Naiya from these thoughts until she finally opened the door to her dorm room and instantly found herself staring at her lover as Megan stood there fiddling with her iPod in nothing but a pair of pink panties looking just absolutely, deliciously cute and ready to be ravaged. 

Megan, of course, had absolutely no idea that Naiya was even there. Still, she looked absolutely angelic as she stood with her back partially turned to the door while doing a silly, little dance and singing along badly, but cutely, to Bikini Kill. Naiya had never wanted Megan more than she did at that moment.

Megan had obviously just returned to the room after taking a shower. The still wet towel hanging off the back of Megan’s desk chair, the obvious dampness of Megan’s hair and the now all too familiar smell of Megan’s shampoo and body wash that Naiya knew so well spoke to this fact quite clearly and only added to the appeal of the scene set before Naiya. The image was again enhanced when Megan turned around and instantly let out a little girlish scream once she realized she wasn’t alone. Megan then blushed as Naiya laughed at her before she finally closed the door behind her then quickly closed the small amount of distance between them and pulled Megan into a soft, but passion filled kiss before Megan even had a chance to recover.

Of course, Megan didn’t mind a bit. Far from it. She simply accepted Naiya’s kiss willingly and completely forgot her embarrassment at being startled the instant those soft and now oh so familiar lips touched her own. It was just so natural, so right, so loving and so not at all unexpected. They were both just so deeply in lust with each other that they just couldn’t imagine greeting each other any other way after such an unbearably long absence from each other’s presence. 

Sure, it had only been a long weekend and they’d hardly been out of touch or even free of intimacy, but texts and phone calls during the day and  phone sex every, single night were hardly enough to compensate for pure joy of just being near each other and feeling the other’s soft caress as they were rediscovering right at that very second as they both wrapped their arms around the other and pulled themselves tightly together, Naiya pawing gently at her lovers naked back while Megan’s hand struggled to get past the layers of clothes Naiya had been wearing to protect herself from the chilly late autumn air.

“God, I missed you,” Naiya somehow managed to say as she took a breath and then instantly returned to kissing Megan’s sweet mouth before Megan could even think of responding with anything other than a soft sigh.  At least that’s all Megan managed for the moment. As she struggled to get her hands past Naiya’s pull over hoody and the two shirts she was wearing underneath that quickly changed.

“I missed you too, baby,” Megan said in a breathless voice as she too took a breath and then briefly returned to the kiss before once again breaking away to add in somewhat amused frustration “You need to take this shit off or I‘m gonna rip it off.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Naiya responded, smiling wickedly at Megan and her uncharacteristically succinct demand. Before she did as she was asked, however, she couldn’t help but kiss that delicious mouth one more time. Once this kiss broke she barely had time to smile dreamily before she felt Megan pulling her hoody, sweater and t-shirt up over her head in one swift, skillful and transparently needy motion that made her laugh despite herself as she mentally thanked god that she wasn’t wearing a bra as well.

Megan, of course, didn’t mind either the laugh or that lack of brassiere. In fact, she barely even noticed as she kissed her now topless lover while her hands busied themselves unbuckling Naiya’s belt and unbuttoning her jeans. She would’ve also removed Naiya’s jeans and whatever else Naiya might be wearing if Naiya hadn’t chosen that very second to reassert herself by taking a step towards the nearest bed and Megan just found herself backing up along with her until they both ended up lying side by side on Naiya’s bed. 

For a series of long, sweetly beautiful moments any thought of removing the rest of Naiya’s clothing were nowhere to be found in Megan’s mind (or Naiya’s for that matter save for the fact that she managed to somehow remember to kick off her shoes as they both scooted themselves to a more central location on the twin sized bed) as they once again became lost in the feel of each other’s kiss. Even when Megan’s hands began to explore past the now much less restrictive barrier of the waist of Naiya’s jean to feel the soft fabric of her panties and the even softer flesh she knew lay just beneath it Megan still managed to maintain some semblance of self control thanks in part to the fact that Naiya was doing pretty much the same thing to her.

This calm moment lasted quite awhile as they both began to relax and take in the moment. It was hardly a bad thing. Though neither was really all that experienced they had both learned a long time ago that there hardly ever was any need to rush. Sure, a good quick fuck never hurt anyone and they had definitely partaken in the occasional fast and furious fingering session in the bathroom at a party or what not but nothing compared to the times when they allowed patience to win the day.

This day, however, was just not destined to be one of those days. Not yet anyway. No, there would be time enough for patient lovemaking later because those softly exploring touches quickly began to become much more aggressive the longer they kissed and pressed themselves against each other. Oh they tried , but as Naiya’s hand found its way between them to teasingly caress the front of Megan’s panties as her kisses began to travel to the nape of her lover’s neck their mutual efforts to maintain control were quickly falling apart. By the time Megan’s hand had found its way down the front of Naiya’s panties to massage Naiya’s already very aroused pussy those efforts were officially wasted. 

“God, I fucking missed you so much,” Naiya whispered once again as Megan’s fingers began to teasingly slide between Naiya’s pussy lips. Meagan just laughed a little, too lost to Naiya’s own wonderful touch on her sex to try think of a witty retort. Instead she just used her free hand to pull Naiya back into a kiss and somehow ended up pulling Naiya down with her as she rolled onto her back as their mutual touching became more aggressive with each passing second.

When Naiya’s fingers began to delve ever so lightly into Megan’s warm, wet crevasse Megan’s touches began to falter, but Naiya didn’t mind a bit. Even when Megan completely removed her hand from Naiya’s sex Naiya didn’t even think of complaining. Honestly, it barely even registered in her mind at the time as she was just far too focused on the softness of the skin on Megan’s neck as she kissed her there, the sweetness of her gentle, pleasing sighs, the feeling of Megan’s warm tightness enveloping her fingers as she penetrated ever deeper and the sensation of her lover’s arms softly wrapping her back and hips. 

Even if it had fully registered that Megan was no longer trying to make her come as well Naiya wouldn’t have been concerned one little bit. She knew she’d get hers eventually, but even that didn’t really matter. That wasn’t what this was about. Sure, she definitely did want to come, but this was just as good in so many ways. 

In fact, at times it was almost better. Like right then. It just felt so good to be back in her lover’s arms listening to Megan softly whisper “I love you” as Naiya’s fingers entered her and curled upwards reaching and finding that sweet, little spot inside of Megan. She was delicately toying with her trying to elicit a whimper and succeeding admirably as she whispered into Megan’s ear “I love you too, baby,” before gently tracing her tongue inside Megan’s ear making Megan whimper once again.

Naiya really did enjoy the sound of Megan’s whimper. She couldn’t help it. It just seemed to drive her crazy in ways she couldn’t even begin to explain. None of the noises her male lover’s had ever made ever made her feel as good. They were always just too animal, or worse, silent. Only her other female lovers, Kelli and Ashlee, were comparable, but just barely. Well, maybe Ashlee’s moans and whimpers had been just as cute and arousing, but that was the past. Megan was the present and the present was all that mattered.

And in the present Megan was pulling Naiya tightly to her as her cute sighs began to give way to deep panting breaths and her hips began to pump and grind against her lovers penetrating digits and the soft, smooth palm gently putting pressure on Megan’s clit. Naiya didn’t have to guess at what this meant nor did she waste even second of thought on it. She simply whispered “You’re so beautiful” into her lovers ear knowing full well that it would cause Megan to pull her into another passionate kiss as Megan then did and Naiya accepted it happily. She also began to use her fingers just a tad more aggressively in just the right way knowing full well that it would only make it that much better for Megan.

Of course, she didn’t stop there nor did she stop once she felt Megan’s cunt convulsing around her fingers or heard that tell tale shaky sigh escape from her as they kissed. How could she? It was all just too good. The sight of her lover flushed and slightly sweaty, the smell of her arousal and the sound of her breathing, sighing and groaning was like a drug she had no intention of trying to kick as she pressed on until Megan came a second time coating Naiya’s fingers with her come, the come which they then shared as they kissed as had become something of a cherished ritual with them.

After that Naiya finally pulled herself away from her lover and kicked off her pants which had since become quite bothersome as they hung halfway down her butt.  Megan didn’t even think of complaining as she laid there on the bed catching her breath and smiling vaguely. In fact, she didn’t even react at all until she felt Naiya tugging on her panties (after quickly removing her own leaving her just in socks which she really couldn’t be bothered with at the time) and then she just said “More?” in a sweet little voice that made Naiya smile as she nodded and crawled back on the bed and placed her now pretty much completely naked body on top of her still smiling lover before the merged once more in a deep, sweltering kiss.

It was a kiss that quickly escalated into so much more as their bodies, now unencumbered by any pesky clothing began to just naturally merge together in ways they had both quickly come to love. Sure, it was hardly the be all and end all of sex, but there was just something wonderfully simplistic and deeply erotic about grinding their pussies against each other’s sweat soaked thighs. Of course, even as they both sighed deeply into their shared kiss, they both knew this was just a teaser.

Still, it was a very pleasurable and deeply erotic teaser that soon had the springs of the mattress squeaking in protest as they rapidly went from slowly grinding themselves together to essentially pounding their pussies against the other’s thigh. Both were grunting loudly into the other’s mouth not caring if anyone overheard them because no one else mattered. Be they offended, intrigued, disgusted or even aroused it didn’t mattered. Naiya and Megan couldn’t have possible cared less. This was there world now, this was everything.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. The wonderful friction that was rapidly driving them both rapidly towards release was both wonderful and glorious, but even as Naiya’s body began to fill with pleasure that spread outward from her throbbing clit and seemed to connect with every nerve ending on her body as it headed to her brain she knew there was better to come. 

Still, Naiya was mildly surprised when she realized that Megan was rolling her onto her back. Not by the aggressiveness of the move because Megan had long ago proven that she was more than capable of taking control when needed, but more because Naiya had been too lost in her pleasure to even register what was happening until she was on her back and Megan was kissing her way slowly down her body. Not that she was complaining as Megan’s gentle lips and agile tongue began to tease her taut nipples and kiss the smooth, soft flesh of her small breasts and the crevasse between them. In fact, the surprise had died a quick death and by the time she felt Megan’s tender lips kissing their way across her tummy while hair silky hair slid ever so gently across that sensitive expanse of flesh she was just laying back eyes closed and hands gently stroking Megan’s hair as she waited to feel her lover’s mouth on her still very needy and deeply aroused sex.

It was a long wait, but Naiya didn’t mind one little bit as she placed a folded pillow under her head so she  could lay back and stare into Megan’s beautiful eyes as she took control of the pace and tone of their lovemaking. Of course, she certainly didn’t let Megan know that she was more than a little pleased with her efforts as she teased her lover by calling her a teasing bitch, a Meanie and other silly little things. It all just made Megan smile as she placed light kisses on Naiya’s mound, nibbled gently on Naiya’s inner thigh and blew streams of cool air on her sensitive sex in response as she stared up at Naiya lovingly knowing full well that it was all just talk.

“You know you love it,” Megan teased when Naiya called her a jerk after Megan kissed her just above her hood while teasingly tracing her slit with her finger. Megan then repeated the kiss before once again tracing her lover’s slit with her finger before following it up with a long, slow lick from her tongue that cut off any further teasing from Naiya until once again Megan allowed her attentions to wander. This time Naiya didn’t call her a jerk or a bitch or anything she merely grunted and said “Fuck!” causing Megan to laugh.

“It’s not funny! You already came twice and I was totally going to try and come again when you made me lay on my back and now you’re driving me crazy! You’re so fucking… Gah! Oh Fuck…” Naiya said as her whine was cut off by Megan’s tongue sliding its way between Naiya’s puffy and dewy lips. She then added another nonsensical grunting whine as that tongue found its way upward to her hood and she felt a finger slowly beginning to penetrate her folds letting her know the teasing was over. 

Naiya let her head fall back on the pillow as her hips rose up towards her lover’s mouth of their own accord and her hands momentarily lost their light grip on Megan’s hair as these still very gentle and almost tortuously light touches began to give way to more serious digital and oral caresses. Her slackened grip didn’t remain slack for long. Naiya was just too keyed up, still too fixated on the desires she had kept pent up over her short absence from her lover to hold out very long. If she’d bothered to think about it this might have seemed weird since she’d only been enjoying this type of relationship with Megan for a just a couple of months, but she didn’t. Even if she had it wouldn’t have mattered because she was far too busy holding in her breath as the pleasure shot through her body once again just as Megan’s finger fully entered her body much to their mutual surprise.

“Holy shit!” Megan said momentarily removing her mouth from Naiya’s clit which she only just began to suckle gently. “Are you coming?” It was a ridiculous question and completely unnecessary, so Naiya wasted no time with niceties as she forced her lover’s face back to her task as the orgasm just seemed to roll through her for a small eternity as she panted and sigh with deep satisfaction until she was finally at least momentarily satisfied. 

Only then did she let Megan escape (though, of course, Megan had hardly fought her. Hell, she‘d actually laughed)and quickly found herself being smothered in yet another loving kiss savoring the taste of her own sweetness on Megan’s lips, chin and tongue before they shared a taste of her stickiness from Megan’s fingers while they laid there enjoying the afterglow and just whispering sweetly too each other about how much they’d missed each other over the long weekend until they just seemed to fall into it again and made love for another hour or two until finally their solitude was interrupted by Becky knocking on their door announcing both her return to school and the fact that she was bored and in search of someone to help smoke her weed. 

Luckily for Becky they were catching their breath at the time or they just might have killed her. Instead they told her to hold on as they quickly threw on whatever was close at hand (for Naiya her jeans and t-shirt, for Megan the pair of panties she’d been wearing and Naiya’s hoody) and then let her in. After that (and a small amount of teasing from Becky that made Megan blush while Naiya just called her a jealous weirdo) they spent several hours smoking and laughing and cuddling while Becky rolled joint after joint while bitching about her parents and some girl she saw at the mall when she foolishly went shopping with her sister’s the day after Thanksgiving. 

Of course, Naiya teasingly told her she should’ve tried talking to her while Megan asked for details. Becky ignored Naiya and then went into great detail describing the mystery girl that Becky had shared nothing more than a smile with. It was a common conversation ever since Becky learned of Megan and Naiya’s relationship and confided in them her own burning curiosity. Sadly, it was also an almost entirely pointless conversation because, as Naiya was reminding her friend at that very moment, Becky couldn’t bring herself to take the matter into her own hands.

“That’s easy for you to say. The only girls you’ve been with are your best friends and Megan and you guys like live together. My roommate is straight as an arrow and my best friend from high school wouldn‘t even undress in front of me,” Becky came back lightly, trying to sound like she wasn’t hurt by Naiya’s teasing, but failing miserably. Naiya had to admit she had a valid point though. Really, every sexual encounter she’d ever had with another woman had pretty much just fallen into her lap. Even her relationship with Ashlee had just kind of happened. 

“True,” Naiya conceded trying hard to stop teasing her friend. “But seriously, Becky, you just gotta put yourself out there and take some risks. I mean it’s not like you’re gonna get anywhere just talking about it to us. You gotta go out there and find someone and talk to her. Shit, half the girls in this dorm have at least made out with another girl…”

“Yeah, to fucking get some guy to pay attention them,” Megan interjected and Becky nodded knowingly while taking a hit from the joint she’d rolled moments before.

“Still,” Naiya pressed on “I mean like before I slept with Kelli I totally like thought I was like some weirdo for even thinking about it, but fuck… like there. Kelli. Fuck, that girl had sex with tons of chicks. So did my sister. And I mean like literally a bunch, girl. My sister used to tell me these stories about what and who she did and stuff and my god, dude, she like… You’d be amazed.”

“Well, that’s great for your sister, but that really doesn’t help me any.” Becky looking a little indignant after listening to Naiya’s rambling, pot fueled little speech.

“I think, “Megan interjected once again as Naiya gave up realizing she was far too stoned to make sense. “What she’s trying to say is you just got to put yourself out there. I mean, you can’t expect everyone to just know you’re into girls. You gotta… hold on a second…” 

With that Megan suddenly jumped up and went to the little bookshelf she had bought a week before the holiday because she was sick of having books all over the room. Sadly, it was still rather disorganized after she’d brought along a bunch of books from her parents house and had only managed to stack them haphazardly on the shelves and on the floor in front before her shower and before Naiya had distracted her by insisting on ravaging her right then and there as soon as she‘d walked through the door. 

Still, it only took her a few seconds to pop up with a small book in hand which she then triumphantly presented to Becky smiling mischievously as she did so. For a moment Becky looked confused before suddenly the light came back on in her eyes and she smiled oddly at Megan as she said “Are you fucking serious?” which in turn caused Naiya, who was now thoroughly confused about the whole exchange, to ask “What?”

“It’s a book for instructing ‘straight girls’” And here Megan added finger quotes while rolling her eyes sarcastically before continuing “on how to hook up with chicks.” said Megan matter-of-factly as she sat back down next to Naiya and crossed her legs before taking the joint from Naiya and taking a hit as Naiya repeated her question. Megan rolled her eyes again and exhaled before repeating herself “It’s a book about how to go about like hooking with a chick for the first time. It’s actually quite helpful if a bit silly. It even has like these parts about sex toys and positions and three ways with guys, as if, but its totally cool. My sister bought it for me when I told her about us because she’s like way weirdly okay with it, but she totally thinks it‘s just a phase, but whatever. At least she didn’t freak. She said you were really cute, by the way… but yeah, read that, dude.” Megan said now directing her attention to Becky who was flipping through the book with wide eyes. “At the very least it might give you some ideas or whatever, but seriously, you can like have it. It’s yours. Merry Christmas. Now take the joint or I’m smoking it all myself.”

“Oh, yeah.” Becky said responding to the last comment first before finally asking “Are you serious? I can keep it?”

“I said so, didn’t I? Hell, you need it more than I do. Shit, we’ve already done most of that stuff except the strap-on, but…” And here Megan paused uncharacteristically because Becky was staring at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“Nothing,” Becky said quickly, blushing slightly before weakly thanking Megan and returning to flipping through the book as Naiya smiled at Megan when Megan looked at her slightly confused. She had a feeling she knew exactly what was going on, but she didn’t want to say anything until Becky left. This, however, did not happen for a couple more hours as they sat their smoking far too much weed while watching a movie that would’ve seemed stupid if they’d been sober, but absolutely hilarious at the time. 

Well, Naiya and Megan watched it, but Becky was still very intrigued by the book Megan had given her and even though she was stoned enough that she kept getting distracted by their conversations and the movie she spent half the time reading until she finally excused herself to go to bed in her own room even when they told her she could sleep there if she wanted. Becky had of course declined politely knowing full well that they were just being polite before thanking Megan once again for the book and making her exit. The door had barely closed before Megan finally asked Megan about the look they’d exchanged earlier.

“You mean you seriously don’t know?” Naiya responded somewhat derisively. 

“Don’t be a jerk.” was Megan’s response as she punched Naiya lightly in her arm before admitting that she was indeed quite serious.

“Girl, that girl totally has a crush on you.” Naiya said calmly ignoring the punch because it not only didn’t hurt, but also because she knew she deserved it.

“No she doesn’t.” Megan responded vehemently before suddenly changing her tone and saying “Does she?”

“Yeah, she does. You seriously didn’t know? She like totally loves you. I think she was actually pissed at me for awhile after she found we were together.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, c’mon. You don’t remember how weird she was around for like a week after we told her the truth? She was always leaving when I came back from class and if you left she’d get all weird and leave too and even before that she totally hung out with you more than me. Hell, she even came out to you. That fact that I was in the room was just a technicality. That girl totally wants to get in your panties.”

“You’re full of shit,” Megan said, but only after a moment of contemplation and even then she almost immediately revealed that she really did think Naiya had a point when she continued by saying “Aren’t you? C’mon. Admit it. You’re just fucking me because I’m high. If it‘s true why aren‘t you like all jealous and shit?”

“Why should I be? I trust you and I trust her. Becky’s cool. Besides, how could she not have a crush on you? You’re…” Suddenly Naiya found herself being smothered in a kiss. It was a bit shocking, but she rolled with it easily swallowing any desire to question the action and its source and instead just letting Megan take it wherever she wanted it to go until she found herself being gently urged onto her back. Once there the kiss broke as Megan sat up to straddle Naiya across her hips and Naiya found herself staring into her lover’s smiling face as she smiled back and said “What?”

“Nothing…” Megan said, still smiling brightly while looking oddly innocent despite the fact that her finger was now lightly tracing Naiya’s nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. She then continued in a voice that sounded even more innocent and almost cute and childlike as she asked “You do love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Naiya said almost offended by the question and she very nearly said so, but again she found herself cut off by another kiss from her lover before she finally managed to break the kiss to say “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because… I don’t know. It’s just you said you trust me.”

“So? Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know… it’s just… it just made me happy.”

“You’re so weird.”

“But you love me, right?”

“I just said that, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” Megan said still smiling oddly as she paused a moment before adding “Naiya…”

“Yes?” Naiya said in a somewhat curious tone not quite sure what was going to come out of her lover’s mouth next.

“I love you, too.”

“I know.”

“I wasn’t done…”

“Sorry.”

“Naiya…”

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you trust me and…And!” Megan added the second “and” to cut off Naiya’s attempt to interrupt her again and even placed a finger on Naiya’s lips for added effect before continuing “And I trust you too, baby. I know you don’t know how hard that is for me, but it is and I do. I really do.”

“You’re so pretty,” Naiya said somewhat oddly, but Megan only smiled. She knew what she meant. She could see it in her eyes. Naiya may not have known exactly what was going on, but she was definitely touched.

“So are you, baby.”  Megan replied after another short pause as she leaned again to kiss her lover softly on her forehead before adding “You’re not tired are you?”

“Of course not,” Naiya said somehow managing to avoid chastising Megan for asking yet another silly question.

“Good,” Megan said simply after yet another short pause spent staring into Naiya’s eyes as if daring her to speak her unspoken thought. Megan then once again brought her lips to Naiya’s for a kiss. This time however the kiss wasn’t to be broken up for quite awhile. Even when they found themselves momentarily forced to separate in order to help each other remove their clothing they were both quick to return to the kiss.

Of course, while the kiss was nice that was hardly all they had their minds. Still they took their time as usual working each other up with soft caresses and teasing touches that promised so much more. They also failed to act on these for the moment both of them satisfied just to build up the tension in the other knowing full well that it only made it better in the end. 

For the moment they both also failed to assert themselves too much, to take control as they felt out the other and enjoyed the feel of each other. This wasn’t a race, after all, and it wasn’t just about making each other come. Really, it never was. Sure, both of them would have been lying if they said that they didn’t find joy in the act of making each other come and being made to come as well, but that was hardly everything. 

Even earlier when Naiya had basically jumped Megan almost immediately upon laying eyes on her it had been more than lust that had driven her to do so and more than desire that had caused Megan to respond in kind. They both knew this and the conversation that had preceded this particular coupling session merely helped demonstrate the fact that their love was the important factor in their relationship. The lust, the sexual side of it all, was just something extra. It just another aspect to the friendship that had developed between them from the very first day that they met and had grown into so much more in the short time since.

“I love you,” Naiya whispered into her lover’s ear as she kissed her there and instantly received the same in return as Megan’s hand found its way between Naiya’s thighs to playfully tease Naiya’s already very aroused and very wet pussy causing Naiya to hiss sweetly into her ear. Megan would’ve laughed at this sign of pleasure, but Naiya’s hand was suddenly returning the caress and instead she found herself biting her lip as a finger slid gently between the lips of her pussy. Their eyes met and instantly their lips found each other once again as their fingers moved on each other’s sex with almost completely synchronicity.

This wasn’t like the first time they’d made love that day. There was just so much more control, something like a calmness to it. Not that it was without passion or need. No, it was just that that element of urgency was gone and in its place there was something more sedate, but just as beautiful. A full and proper description was impossible, but it was something akin to a need to simply share the pleasure of being together completely and wholly.

And that was pretty much what they were doing as their fingers continued to mirror each other as fully as possible while Megan, who was still on top, shifted herself into a crouch above Naiya to allow her lover freer access to her sex. Naiya didn’t even have to think about using this new found freedom to her and Megan’s full advantage. It just came naturally to her and Megan gladly followed suit allowing Naiya to take the lead at least for the moment.

Still, it was hardly like either was really leading. What Naiya was doing was for Megan and Megan’s actions were for Naiya. When Naiya’s fingers found their way to Megan’s clit and began to gently generate friction it wasn’t just to get Megan to return the favor, but Megan did just that because she wanted to and it was the same when Naiya’s finger teasingly dipped inside Megan’s moist crevasse.  

Only when Naiya’s finger left her lover’s slit to return to gently playing with her clit did their actions begin to differentiate, but this was hardly a bad thing. In fact, it was quite good to feel Megan’s finger sink inside of her as Naiya’s own finger toyed with Megan’s hood. It could even be said that it was a tad too good, because once Megan’s thumb entered the equation Naiya found herself having a hard time keeping up.

“Unfair,” Naiya said into her lover’s mouth in a sweet, soft sigh and received a soft smile in return.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Megan lied before sighing herself as Naiya’s fingers tried to follow her lead and did a reasonable if slightly distracted job of it. As soon as their lips met in another long, lingering kiss Naiya’s efforts seemed to definitely improve to the point that suddenly Megan found herself losing her concentration and letting Naiya retake the lead. 

Back and forth they went playing their little game of follow the leader, but it couldn’t last forever. Every touch, every kiss, every playfully whispered teasing word just made it that much harder for them to maintain control. Still, they tried, but the more they tried the more they failed until they no longer could find it in themselves to worry about mirroring or teasing or anything of the sort and instead they found themselves putting all of their efforts into trying to make each other come without getting too lost in the pleasure. It was hard and more than once one of them lost track of their efforts, but they always managed to regain their senses enough to return to feverishly fingering the sweet, wet pussy of the other as they panted into each other’s mouth occasionally spouting curses and words of deep, abiding affection until it was just too much and Naiya finally came under Megan’s touch.

It was so exquisite that she barely even registered the small hint of guilt over being the first to come, but luckily even if she had the guilt would have been incredibly short lived as Naiya somehow managed to keep a portion of her mind on task just long enough to help push Megan over the edge mere seconds after she herself succumbed to the pressure. It was a beautiful moment, a glorious physical expression of their deep and heartfelt love, but as Megan collapsed panting on Naiya’s still slightly quaking, very sweaty form they both just somehow knew without saying a word or even opening their eyes as their lips once again made contact that it was hardly the end of their night.

How could it be? It was just one tiny little mind blowing orgasm apiece. That was hardly enough for two young women in their physical prime who were simply addicted to each other in almost every possible way.  Who cared if the hour was getting late? Who cared if they both had class relatively early the next morning? Tomorrow was meaningless. All that mattered was their desire for each other.

So it was hardly a surprise when after a brief moment of soft kissing and slow grinding as they enjoyed the after glow and savored the feeling of their sweat damp bodies sliding against each other that Naiya broke the kiss to inform her lover in a soft, deep whisper “I want to taste you.” It also was hardly surprising to hear Megan reply in her own quiet and sweet voice “Only if I can taste you, too” as she wore a dreamy smile on her still flushed and always beautiful face. Naiya, of course, agreed to this stipulation and after one more brief lip lock Naiya rolled Megan onto her back and slowly turned her body so they could devour each other together.

Of course, to say they simply dove right in would have been a lie. Naiya may not have been completely sated, but the release of only moments before had only allowed her desire to tease, toy and prolong their mutual pleasure to return fully. It had a similar effect on Megan as well and it was in fact she who initiated the new game of kissing every square centimeter of flesh that Naiya allowed to come near her eager lips even pulling her lover’s face to her for a kiss as Naiya tried to cross her body to kiss Megan’s breast.

The kiss was wonderful, but it wasn’t destined to last long. Still it did its part in allowing a slowness to enter their love making as the kisses began to venture down each of their bodies. Slow, lingering kisses on necks, collarbones, breasts, nipples, rib cages, bellies and everything in-between as Naiya slowly and carefully crawled her way down Megan’s body until she found herself at her lover’s beautiful pussy.

And beautiful it was. Shaved completely bare, the lips puffy and noticeably moist with arousal it just looked simply irresistible nestled between Megan‘s smooth, white thighs. As far as Naiya was concerned it was a work of art. It was hardly the first time this notion had crossed her mind, but it was still true. Megan’s pussy was just too lovely for words. 

It wasn’t however too lovely to be licked, kissed, nibbled and sucked by her eager mouth and tongue and penetrated by her thin, skillful fingers as she was just about to do when she was suddenly distracted by a wonderful sensation coming from her own cunt as Megan’s hands grabbed Naiya’s buttocks and pulled Naiya’s equally beautiful pussy down to her mouth which had gone right to work gently exploring Naiya’s folds with her tongue while Naiya paused ever so briefly to reflect on her lover’s beauty. Not that this distraction was exactly unwanted or even that it really lasted all that long. Really, it was actually both very welcome and easily overcome as Naiya simply sighed and then lowered her head to give Megan a distraction of her own.

For the next few minutes both of them barely made a sound beyond the occasional soft sigh of pleasure that was invariably muffled by the other’s silky smooth thighs as they slowly and patiently tongued and suckled each other. Both were careful not to push it too far not wanting to drive the other over the edge too quickly. It was hard though. They both just knew each other too well and took too much joy in making each other quiver and moan.

Still they tried their best to avoid what they knew was inevitable. More than once Naiya found herself kissing her way away from the sweet, delicious pussy she’d actually been craving for days to lick and nibble Megan’s thigh. It was hard thing to do, but it was well worth it just to hear Megan groan in disappointment only to have her do the same thing moments later when Naiya showed signs of getting too close to coming. Then it would be Naiya’s turn to groan out her disapproval into her lover’s pussy as they continued to torture each other in a most exquisite manner for just a little bit longer.


Soon, however, it had to come to an end. It was fun to tease, but the need to make each other come was just too strong to fight forever. Not that either of them made any real conscious effort to drop the game. It just sort of happened when Naiya could no longer find the strength to stop tonguing Megan’s clit when she felt her hips bucking just a little too hard and heard her muffled moans getting just a wee bit too urgent. Instead, she just wrapped her lips around her lover’s sensitive nubbin and began suckling it and flicking it with her tongue and even started to slip a finger, which had previously been relegated to simple teasing caresses and feints, inside of Megan’s warm, wet depths. 

The reaction was instant. Not in the form of an orgasm though that it would follow shortly, but it was more in the form of Megan suddenly seemingly finding the means to drive Naiya absolutely insane until they were both moaning, almost screaming into each other as fingers were driven and curled inside of each other and tongues and lips began to lose focus until they both found themselves screaming out there ecstasy into the open air as their fingers took over the work and drove them both to a nearly simultaneous orgasm. 

Oh, they both would have loved to keep licking and sucking on each other’s sweetness, but they couldn’t out of fear of accidentally biting the other whilst in the throes of pleasure. In fact, Naiya did bite Megan, but on her soft, lovely thigh in a loving, animalistic outburst that actually helped drive Megan over the edge just as the feel of Megan digging her fingers into the soft flesh of Naiya’s bottom only worked to make her orgasm that much better . In fact, both actions seemed to aid them in their unspoken mutual decision to simply dive back in after the rush had passed and continue on unabated until they both found themselves coming yet again.

And that was hardly the end of it. By the time they’d given up and finally decided it was time for bed they’d managed to make each other come more times then they cared to count. Honestly, they weren’t even all that certain how exactly they ended up grinding against each other for their last mutual orgasm before Megan rolled off of Naiya’s sweaty form only to be covered by her instantly as she was forced to say in panting, breathless voice “Oh god, no more please. I’m too tired.” making Naiya laugh before she kissed her lover and they just sort of merged into a deep, loving cuddle as they enjoyed their afterglow.

“God, you have no idea how much I needed that,” Megan said, still somewhat uncharacteristically laconic. Not that Megan minded, nor did it last long as Megan continued after Naiya responded only with a satisfied grunt by going into great detail about how badly she’d missed Naiya the whole time they’d been separated. It was hardly anything they both hadn’t said a million times to each other over the phone during the short break, but it was still very nice to hear even they’d been together now for several hours and spent most of the time fucking each other’s brains out aside from the brief respite provided by Becky’s intrusion. It also proved to be the start of their first real conversation since they both got back.

Not that there was much for them to really talk about that they hadn’t already said over the phone, but it was just so much better to talk to Megan in person, to see her little expressions and hand gestures as she talked about her weekend at her parents house in vivid detail as they relaxed and smoked some of the roaches Becky had courteously left in their ashtray. It was also nice to be able to finally feel free to speak openly about the whole situation with Ashlee which Naiya felt went well by and large, but now that she was more separated from the situation and feeling reflective and relaxed after all the weed and sex she couldn’t help but wonder about some things that seemed a bit out of place and said so.

“Like what?” Megan said simply when Naiya mentioned that there was just something weird about it.

“I don’t know. It just felt like Ashlee kinda, I don’t know, got kinda detached when Macy entered the room and I kinda got the feeling that Macy wasn’t like, you know, just there to be supportive.”

“You mean like she was spying on you or trying to keep you guys from getting too close or some thing?”

“Yeah, kinda… I mean, I don’t know. It was just a feeling. Nothing big. I mean I didn’t even really think about it until later, so who knows? Maybe I’m just overanalyzing it.”

“Maybe, but it does make sense. I mean, like, I totally had some doubts about you going back to make good with Ashlee because you guys were like totally into each other, but I trusted you and shit. Maybe Macy doesn’t trust Ashlee or you or I don’t know. Were you high? Maybe you were… shit, I don’t know. I better shut up before I give you a complex about it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Naiya said with a smile and then she kissed her lover on the cheek before adding “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Shut up,” Megan said smiling shyly before returning the kiss  and then changing the subject despite the fact that it had been her getting all gushy and loving when Naiya had said she trusted her only an hour and half or so before. Of course, her choice of new subject kind of helped make it clear why when she asked in a quiet, little voice “So you really think Becky has a crush on me?”

“Uh, yeah and I’m still surprised you didn’t notice.”

“Why would I? I was too busy wondering if you’d ever pick on the fact that I totally wanted you. I mean, seriously, if I hadn’t jumped you I probably would’ve had to start wearing rainbow wristbands and walk around naked before you figured it out.”

“Yeah, that would’ve helped. I had a sister, dummy and I used to play sports. I’ve seen more naked girls then I care to remember. Besides, I’m not some horn ball guy. You should’ve been more forward.” After that they continued to tease each other for a good ten minutes before they relaxed into another kiss and then almost agreed to go to sleep before a thought crossed Naiya’s mind and she said “Megan?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise me you won’t be weird around Becky now.”

“What? Why would I be weird…”

“Because she has a crush on you, dummy”

“Oh, yeah…. Well, okay, I can understand that. I…I’ll try.”

“You’ll try?”

“Well, I’ve never had to deal with a girl having a crush on me before. Well, at least that I know of. I mean my friend back in… yeah, well, okay. I promise. Cross my heart, swear to die, poke a needle in my eye, et cetera.”

“Good.”

“Naiya?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And with that and one last kiss they finally allowed each other to fall asleep curled up together in their soft, warm bed feeling like all was right with the world. In a way, that was true. At least it was for them. For some of those closest to them however things were far from perfect, but neither Naiya or Megan had any reason to know anything about any of that at the moment as they swiftly fell asleep to dream pleasant dreams until morning when it would be back to the grind of college life.



























