Wakey Wakey

Nadia woke up. In bed. Not hers.

The sheets were Star Wars. Smelt like Alice. Alice!

Alice was sleeping next to Nadia as a big spoon. Nadia was little. Comfy. Nadia had not been held like this in a long while. Alice’s soft breasts pushing up against her back. So soft. Alice’s hands around Nadia’s waist.

Alice whined a bit in her sleep. Like a sweet moan. Not snoring like Greg used to. That sweet moan. Nadia fell back into another deep sleep again. Soft. Nuzzled. Warm. In Alice’s arms.

”Wakey Wakey beautiful,” Alice smiled.

Nadia opened her eyes. Alice was in her white hotel towel with long wet hair. Showered.

”Let’s go get breakfast — I know the best cafe,” Alice beamed.

“O-okay,” Nadia blushed.

Alice turned to get dressed. Nadia got a view of her round ass and breasts. Her freckles on her sun-kissed body. Nadia blushed.

Was she feeling things for a woman? For Alice?