by Paula Mabbel
“Says the girl who claims to never sleep,” Adaline said dryly as she patted down her sleep-fried hair and rubbed her eyes.
“I sleep when I have classes, the rest of the time is dedicated to my greatest love,” Lea said as her eyes glanced to the heavy bookcase she had managed to fit in between the wall and the end of her bed.
“I don’t know how you sleep with all those books looming over you, I’d been worried that it’s going to fall down and kill me in my sleep,” Adaline said as she dipped her toes out of the sheets and then pulled them back in when she felt the cold air nip at the them. “Where did all the heat go?” Adaline asked as she shivered and pulled the duvet up to her chin.
“Last week was a heat wave. They’re not permanent. You really do make me wonder how you got into this college sometimes,” Lea said as she shook her head and turned on the coffee maker. “I assume you’ll want one?” she asked in a way that told Adaline she didn’t really need to answer, but she did anyway.
“Of course,” Lea said with a smile. “And I got into college because my dad’s rich. You know that,” Adaline said in a half-joking way.
“Ah, I just thought it was because of the book collection,” Lea said with a serious nod and then she passed over a mug of coffee to Adaline.
“What do you put in this stuff?” Adaline asked her when she felt her body reboot with just one mouthful.
“It’s my own secret recipe,” Lea said with a small shrug and a faint smile filled with pride.
“I take it you’re not going to share, then?” Adaline asked disappointed.
“No, but I’ll share my coffee with you when I make it,” Lea said with a smile that almost bordered on friendly.
“This must be love,” Adaline joked, but then her smile quickly faded when she watched storms roll over Lea’s eyes.
Lea didn’t say anything and for a moment there was a heavy and uncomfortable silence in the room.
“I didn’t mean anything by that,” Adaline said quickly. “Not that there is anything wrong with it. I mean you’re not the only one in this with feelings going on,” Adaline said with a small shrug.
The look on Lea’s face changed with Adaline’s words. At first she looked surprised, as though she hadn’t expected Adaline to admit to having feelings for her, but then the surprise turned to confusion, as she accepted what had been said, but didn’t believe it.
“Sorry, I haven’t meant to make you uncomfortable, it’s just…I don’t know. If you hadn’t come in on day one and been so cold towards me, then I’d have probably asked you out, but I just kind of figured you hated me,” Adaline shrugged, as though it was nothing.
“I told you that it wasn’t you,” Lea said with a small frown.
“I know you did, but you kind of have a funny way of showing it,” Adaline said quickly. “I mean, you haven’t exactly tried to be my best friend or anything.”
“I’ve shared my coffee with you,” Lea said with a hurt look in her eyes, as though she’d been making an effort and it hadn’t been noticed.
“I know you do, and I love your coffee, I really do, but I never know where I am with you. I mean Cee Cee told me what had been written in your diary and I didn’t even believe her at first. I only realized she was telling the truth when you told me what was in it too, because of how ridiculous it seemed. What happened to you that has made you like this? Why do you act like you hate me, when you reckon that you have feelings for me?” Adaline asked in a frustrated tone that gave away the poor state of her patience.
“It’s none of your business,” Lea said defensively.
“Actually, since you’re taking it out on me, it is,” Adaline said in a with a great deal of certainty.
“It was my ex, okay?” Lea said in a voice that exploded and then quickly dropped to barely a whisper. “I met her senior year and she was everything to me. I mean, I knew that she could be a bit of a bitch. She followed that popular type of crowd who thinks that everyone adores them, but underneath all of her cattiness there was this really warm-hearted girl who said that she cared about me. We dated in secret for nearly the whole the year, before one of the jocks spotted us after practice and threatened to tell the whole school what he’d seen. My girlfriend freaked and turned it all on me. She made out that I’d been stalking her and that she wasn’t even interested in girls. She even ended up dating the douchebag jock that caught us in the first place,” Lea said sadly. “I know that you’re not her, but she was just like you. She liked to have perfect hair and perfect clothes. She thought it was more important to party than it was to study and whenever I look at you, I can’t help but wonder whether the goodness I see in you is just an act like it was with her.”
“Oh, Lea, I’m so sorry,” Adaline said with wide eyes. “What she did to you was wrong. I can’t believe anyone could be that heartless. I mean, I know I’m not perfect, but I’d never do anything like that.”
“I’m not saying that you would,” Lea said quickly. “It’s just hard to figure out whether I can trust you, I guess.”
“Well, maybe this will help,” Adaline said as she plucked all the courage she could up from her ego and stood up, before walking over to Lea and slowly kissing her. The taste of cherry lipstick and coffee filled her senses and drove her hunger. She let her lips press more firmly against Lea’s as her kiss turned harder with the slow-building anticipation over what could come next, if she played things right.
She let her hands stroke all the way up Lea’s legs until they had reached the curve in her waist and then she pulled her closer, so that their breasts were pushing against each other’s in the midst of the embrace. She waited for Lea to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she matched Adaline’s kisses with her own and brought her hands up playfully, as they dipped below Adaline’s top and left goose bumps in their wake.
Adaline let her hands drop, until they were cupping Lea’s ass and then she slowly brought them up, until they were resting on the waist line of her jeans. She could feel her entire body heating up as a result of Lea’s fingers, which were lazily drawing circles around Adaline’s hardening nipples. Adaline let her fingers drop below Lea’s waistline and she couldn’t help but smile when she heard a small gasp escape from her pretty pink lips.
She pushed back against Lea’s body, until the wall behind her stopped her from going any further back and then she let her fingers stroke lightly down her stomach, until they reached the line of Lea’s panties. Adaline stopped for a moment, her fingers hovering just before the wetness that she’d helped to create. She let her eyes connect with Lea’s and she gave her a chance to call it off. She waited. She looked into her eyes, but all she could see was the same desperation that she could feel in her own, as the need to be touched built up between her legs, but suddenly came to a pleasurable climax for Lea as Adaline took her fingers down and started to gently slide them in and out.
Adaline could feel Lea’s legs going weak as she gently stroked and slid her fingers around the damp, hot space between Lea’s legs. She could hear Lea’s breaths getting shorter and more frantic as her fingers started to dig into Adaline’s back. Adaline let her fingers get quicker. She dipped them deeper into Lea until Lea was relying on Adaline to stay standing. She could feel Lea’s body quivering under her every move and then suddenly everything became tighter, as Lea let a long, hard groan escape from her lips and Adaline knew that she’d taken her exactly where she needed to be.
“So, does that help at all?” Adaline asked Lea when she’d given her enough time to catch her breath.
“Does it help me trust you?” Lea asked.
“Yeah,” Adaline said with a smile, as she brushed away a curl of Lea’s raven-black hair from her face.
Lea didn’t say anything for a moment, as her eyelids fluttered shut under the soft touch of Adaline’s hands. “I don’t think it’s helped me trust you,” she said with a playful smile.
“Oh,” Adaline said, unable to hide the disappointment from her voice.
*****
THE END
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Her Roommate’s Little Secret
A light snow fell over the Willow Creek School for Fine Arts as Magdalene Rousseau lugged her suitcases and cello into her new dorm. Maggie, as she was known to her family and friends, had just left her hometown in California for the snowy mountain town of Winona, Vermont. She didn’t know anything about snow, or even cold weather, but Willow Creek had one of the best cello conservatories in the country, and she couldn’t say no when she was accepted right out of high school. So at eighteen, Maggie traded the sun and sand of the West Coast for the snow-capped mountains of New England.
She wasn’t sure she was going to make it.
Maggie’s whole life had been devoted to the cello, from daily lessons with a world-renowned symphony musician to four years at an intensive performing arts high school. But she’d never been more than a few steps away from her parents. Now, she was a college freshman on the other side of the country, where she didn’t know a single soul. She had been assigned a roommate, but they hadn’t spoken to each other yet. All Maggie knew was that her roommate’s name was Clover Bloomwood, and she was a theatre major.
Maggie stood outside her room on the second floor, almost afraid to walk in. Opening the door would make it even more real, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to commit. Not yet. But as groups of other students walked by her, arm-in-arm and laughing, she knew she had to hide away for a little while. Just long enough to get used to the idea of being surrounded by strangers.
With a click of the lock, Maggie opened the door to her new room, and was surprised at what she saw. She had certain assumptions about what a dorm room should look like (tiny twin beds, cinder-block walls, cheap wood dressers), but this was nothing like that. Wood floors and walls covered in artsy wall-paper surrounded a room made up of one queen-sized bed and another queen-sized bed that had been turned into a loft. Under the loft was a plush purple sofa and flat-screen TV, and the dressers were wood, but they were stylish black-lacquered wood with glittering white drawers. Maggie thought she’d have to go out and buy linens, but the beds were already covered in fluffy lavender comforters and piled high with matching pillows.
Maggie dropped her bags on the floor (gently placing her cello against the wall… she wasn’t an animal) and marveled at how… nice… her new dorm was. In fact, it was fancier than her room at home. She wasn’t sure which bed was hers, but then she noticed that it looked like her roommate had already unpacked. There were several guitars hung on the wall, and the bed on the floor had a few strange-looking stuffed animals that had been nestled in the pillows.
With an exhausted sigh, Maggie collapsed in the middle of the floor and lay out flat, her long chocolate hair fanning out behind her. It had taken her two days to get from California to Vermont, and she’d depleted all of her savings to buy her cello the seat next to her on the plane. People looked at her like she was insane, but every penny her parents had was tied up in that instrument. She had to treat it like it was a member of her family. And now that she was officially at Willow Creek, the cello was her future.
Maggie pushed her glasses back on her head and rubbed her eyes, trying to clear away her fatigue. She felt like she hadn’t slept in days, which given her travel time and layovers, she probably hadn’t. She was just considering a quick nap before her first orientation session, when she opened her eyes and shrieked in panic.
Standing over Maggie was a beautiful, tall blonde girl, with huge coffee-colored eyes and a smile that spread ear-to-ear. Her cheeks were sparkling and full, and her lips were a rosy pink, even though it didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup. She had broad shoulders and large breasts, with long, strong arms and legs. She was wearing a t-shirt with Joan Crawford on it, under a leather jacket. Giant black work boots were set over top of a pair of skinny jeans that showed off her curvy hips, giving her the look of an old-school 80s punk rocker. Maggie liked her immediately.
“Well, hey girly! You must be… Magdalene? Rousseau?” she asked with her hand stretched out.
Maggie sat up and took the girl’s hand in her own. “You can call me Maggie. Are you Clover Bloomwood? My roommate?”
The girl laughed, a melodic, sparkling laugh that filled the room. “Maggie it is! And Clover I am. My parents were hippy assholes. You can call me Clo. Clover. Whatever you want. And you are correct! We are roommates. This is your first year here, right?”
Maggie crawled to her feet and brushed off her pants, though she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like her pants had gotten dirty.
“Yeah, just moved here from LA. I’m not used to… any of this. It’s cold. It’s REALLY cold.”
Clover laughed again, and Maggie couldn’t help but notice that every time she laughed, it was as if she’d just heard the best joke in the world. Her laugh was kind and genuine, like nothing Maggie had ever heard.
“It’s damn cold. Almost all of the time. But you learn to live for the summer, and the warm days. Even though they’re few and far between. So you should probably be heading off for your orientation crap, huh? Get-to-know-you games, and tours around campus, showing you where to eat. Word of advice… Don’t eat where they tell you and don’t make friends with any of the people you came in with. They’re all going to try and screw you over and you seem way too nice for that.”
Maggie looked at Clover quizzically, which made Clover laugh again.
“You’re all competing for the same spots in band, symphony, and jazz ensembles, so if you’re not competitive, you better learn how to be quickly. Being the best isn’t good enough at Willow Creek. You also have to be willing to beat someone over the head with that cello to get what you want.”
Maggie sighed and flopped on to the bed, her glasses bouncing off her head. “I’m not competitive at all. There were no other cellists in my high school, so I just got every cello part by default. How the hell do I learn how to be competitive at eighteen?”
Clover pulled off her coat and collapsed down on the bed next to her. Her arm brushed against Maggie’s, and she felt her skin prickle with a feeling that was new, but she brushed it off as nerves.
“Don’t ask me. I’m an actor. I’d cut a bitch for an ensemble role in an off-Broadway musical. And for the record, baby cakes, this is my bed. You get the loft.”
Maggie chuckled. Of course she got the loft. She was the freshman. But it didn’t really matter. Both beds looked like they had three inches of memory foam under Egyptian cotton sheets. It would be worth climbing a ladder to sleep in that bed.
“No problem! Hey, question. I already checked in and junk. The school knows I’m here. Any chance I could skip orientation and you could just show me around?”
Clover sat up and leaned back on her elbows. “I mean, your advisor will be pissed, but I can probably get you out of it. I know the head of the music department pretty well. We’re in the same kickboxing class.”
“Awesome! So where to first?”
Clover pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jeans to check the time. She grumbled and tucked it in to her coat.
“I have to stop by my girlfriend’s apartment first. She’s out of town on business and I have to feed her cat.”
Maggie nodded, but she was briefly bummed. She had been looking forward to hanging out with Clover; making a friend on her first day wasn’t something she’d expected to do, as she wasn’t fabulous at making friends. She’d been really shy her entire life, and had only made a few friends in high school, most of who were quiet-types like her. There was something about Clover th
at gave her the desire to be brave.
Clover jumped off the bed and grabbed her jacket.
“Do you want to come with me? She lives downtown, so you’ll get to see what Winona looks like, as exciting as it is. Which isn’t very, so fair warning.”
Maggie smiled, more excited than she cared to admit. One of the things she’d been most scared of when she moved across the country to go to school was living with a person she didn’t know. But Clover was amazing, and she couldn’t wait to hang out with her.
“I’d love to go with you! I love cats. And I’d love to see Winona.” Maggie winced, aware she was saying “love” way too much. Clover smiled at her, her cheeks glowing and her eyes sparkling.
“I wouldn’t get too psyched up. It’s not that great. And Kelby’s cat is a dick.”
Maggie laughed, “That’s okay! I’d just rather not wander around in the cold with a bunch of people who only want to make me cry in the long run.”
Clover smiled as she grabbed her keys, but she paused before she opened the door and turned around to look at Maggie, a serious expression clouding her normally cheery eyes.
“You’re okay with the fact that I’m a lesbian, right? A lot of students here are pretty closed-minded, so I don’t make a big deal about it. But I don’t hide it either. Since we’re living together, I just thought you should know.”
