Early mornings

JESSICA AND CHLOE

Jessica woke up with the sun in her eyes, shining in from outside. She blinked, annoyed, looked around the room, and then remembered where she was. Her heart sank in her chest, but still - she felt the softness of the sheets, saw the sun shining on the flowers in the garden, swaying in the morning breeze, and she could not hate it.

No matter how hard she tried.

Eventually, she turned over. Chloe was sleeping peacefully, her back turned to Jessica, moving ever so slightly as she breathed. The hotel was warm, and the girls each had a light blanket. It followed the cheerleader’s shapely hip and draped loosely over her sides, the edge of it caressing her shoulderblades where it had slipped down. Jessica sighed gently as she admired Chloe’s bare shoulder and neck, kissed by the dawning sun. Her hair sprawled behind her, golden and shining like a halo in the light. It was long and vibrant, and Jessica knew it must be a pain to brush on her own. Much easier for Chloe to have someone brush it for her, working through the hair from the bottom, with slow, careful strokes, running her fingers through it when it was all done.

The view both soothed and inflamed the ache in Jessica's heart. She remembered the look in Chloe's eyes, both before and after they kissed. She remembered the anxious, uncertain look which mixed fear and hope, and the way it turned into wonder and hunger as their lips parted. Her eyes trailed down Chloe's sides as she remembered Chloe's fingers trailing up under her shirt, nervous and excited. But she also remembered the anger on her face the day before, the frustration and betrayal, the ways her eyebrows had lifted, the light flush to her cheek as she worked herself up, the pain in her voice. And she remembered the coldness last night, when Chloe told her in no uncertain terms that she did not want to talk and was going to bed.

That seemed so far from the present, though, far from the way the cheerleader’s body rose and fell under the gentle touch of the sun, the way her deep breath turned into little whimpers.

… Wait, whimpers?

Jessica thought she was hearing things at first, but no, Chloe was whimpering very slightly. Or… maybe more like moaning?

Jessica propped herself up a little to look at the other girl, reaching out to wake her - but she stopped. There was a rosy flush to the other girl’s face, and her lips were slightly open, as if inviting a kiss. She squirmed a little, her tiny moans becoming louder. Jessica was stuck, trapped by the way her friend’s lithe body trembled, the way her hair rippled as she moved, the way the blanket slid further down. She should probably look away, preserve Chloe’s modesty, but she pushed her head back with a breathy little “ah… ah… ah…” and Jessica found it very hard to look away from the fading bruise where her lips had touched the smooth skin of her neck, just a week ago.

Then Chloe moved, turning onto her back, her voice growing, her hands and feet moving as her hips started pushing, ever-so-slightly, into the air. The blanket swayed back and forth on Jessica’s sleeping friend, who shuddered as Jessica admired the soft lines of her body and the way her lips shaped her breaths into sighs and moans. And Chloe was not alone - Jessica’s own breathing was growing heavy and she squirmed on the bed. Her hand wandered up her own stomach towards her tits, but she stopped herself - she was not quite so far gone as to grope herself next to her sleeping friend.

Finally, as Chloe grew almost frantic, the blanket slipped from her chest, offering up her beautiful tits to be kissed by the sun. There was the slightest sheen of sweat, and though Jessica had seen many beautiful tits in her life - some larger, some smaller, some rounder and some softer - she did not think she had ever seen any as beautiful as what was in front of her. Perky, round, almost shiny in the sun, the hard nipples standing straight up as Chloe shuddered -

And if Chloe had wanted to show them to Jessica, she would have stared at them for minutes. But she hadn’t. So Jessica reached out to pull the blanket back over the dreaming girl.

As soon as she did, Chloe’s eyes snapped open, staring directly at Jessica with naked need. Before Jessica could get a word out, Chloe was in her face, her lips locked to Jessica’s. She kissed the witch passionately, and her hand found Jessica’s side. Jessica overwhelmed, kissed her back from both instinct and need, loving the soft lips, the caress of their tongues against each other. Soon enough, Chloe moved closer… and Jessica pulled back.

“Chloe…” She said. “babygirl, i love you, but-”

“Jess?” Chloe said, her voice breathy and heavy, laden with a deep well of need. “I… Fuck…” she mumbled, confusion slowly creeping into her voice.

“You were dreaming. Sounded like a rather good one, too,” Jessica replied, her eyes running over the somewhat disheveled girl, who shuddered.

“”Oh…” The former cheerleader said. “Christ, I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, babygirl,” said Jessica, blushing, and looked away. “You were sleepy, horny, and confused. I get it.”

“Still…” Chloe said, her mind racing. She’d never been this horny before - not from a dream, at least. It took all her wherewithal to clear the fog of need from her brain - or to think around it, at least. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… attacked you like that. And thank you for… for giving me a moment to think”

Jessica laughed. “It’s more than fine babygirl. Any other time, it would have been a dream come true.” She sighed. “But… You were horny and confused and half-asleep. When w- If we kiss again, I want it to be because you trust me.”

Chloe nodded, shaking her head to clear it, her body still burning with need, with pleasure. The heat between her legs was unbearable, and she stared at Jessica’s beautiful face - and it did not escape her how the older girl was squirming, or how her eyes - despite her best efforts - kept sliding down Chloe’s body, across her half-covered tits. The pleasure from it was immediate, and she shuddered each time.

If she let her blanket slip down a little further, it wasn’t on purpose.

Finally, she lay down on her back again. “How long?”

“How long… what?”

“How long were you looking at me?”

There was something… different in Chloe’s voice. A little bitter, maybe. Or a little cold. Or maybe just a little reserved.

“I’m not sure,” Jessica responded. “It… it wasn’t like I was leering or anything, I just turned over and saw you sleeping in the sun. You’re a beautiful woman, Chloe. I might have… zoned out a little, thinking.”

“Ah.”

Chloe was still on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She was still horny as hell and trying not to squirm. However conflicted she was about the beautiful witch next to her with her deep, dark eyes and soft voice, she did not mind the idea of Jessica waking up in the morning to quietly admire her with those pretty eyes, smiling the little crooked smile she used when lost in thought.

“Chloe, I swear, I wasn’t being a creep or anything, I jus-”

“I know, Jess. Let me guess, you were just admiring me when I started squirming?”

“I… yeah basically?” Jessica replied. “thou-” She stopped, the implication finally hitting her. “Fuck, Chloe, i’m so sorry. Your transformation, shit, I totally forgot. I’m so sorry babygirl.”

Chloe… well, she didn’t quite chuckle, but she exhaled rhythmically. “It’s fine, Jess. It’s… fine.” The young athlete squirmed for a while, then sighed. “I’m going to go shower. I really need to cool off. I… We’ll talk later, okay? I just need… to figure some things out.”

Truth was, Chloe did not particularly want to talk, now or later. But Jessica did deserve a chance to explain things properly, and the current situation was clearly untenable in the long run.

“Yeah,” Jessica replied. “Later.”

Finally, Chloe got up and went to go shower. There were no sudden surges of pleasure as she walked to the bathroom, so Jessica must have kept her eyes to herself. Good, thought Chloe. It’s good she’s being respectful. I want to be able to trust her.

But she had expected a little tingle, at least. Not that she was disappointed, of course. No part of her had hoped for one last little thrill before her shower.

Definitely not.

MIRIAM AND ANNA

Anna woke up with Miriam’s arm on her face. Literally - she was lying on her back and Miriam’s left arm rested directly on the bridge of her nose. And despite the large beds, she was right at the edge, while Miriam sprawled out. She sighed, pushed the girl’s arm away, and got up. She found her clothes from yesterday on her nightstand, freshly washed and folded - certainly not in the pile where she’d put them. She shrugged and put them on.

Meanwhile, Miriam was slowly waking up. While Anna had always been quick to get up, it took Miriam several minutes of tossing and turning and three false starts before she sat up.

“Goodmorning, sleepyhead,” Anna said. “how are you feeling?”

“Gmonighh” Miriam replied, intelligently, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “‘m okay.”

Anna just nodded, and the two girls were silent for a while, Anna putting on her clothes and Miriam waking up.

“Hey… Miriam,” Anna said. “I’m uh… sorry. I fucked up yesterday. I shouldn’t have called you a freak, or joked around with you about Theo like that. Bad habit of mine.”

Miriam nodded. “Thank you. And right back at you - i shouldn’t have called you, what was it, a judgey lonelyfans slut?”

“I’ve been called worse,” Anna replied, smiling. “But apology accepted. Let’s go find some food?”

Miriam nodded. She was starving.

The two girls left their room to find an unlikely pair in the lounge - Chloe and Nina sitting, quietly, across from each other. Nina was wearing a perfectly respectable suit, and Chloe was back in a Cardigan, so Miriam felt just a little self-conscious about her chainmail bikini.

There was a bit of an atmosphere in the room, and as the two girls walked closer, Miriam noticed why - Nina’s eyes were red and puffy. Dry, now, but clearly bearing the marks of a good long sob.

She sighed. Coffee first, at least. Then everyone else's troubles.

JOANNA

Somewhere in the hotel, Joanna was walking.