Heat tickled Senna’s cheek as she stared into the corner of her bedroom, her legs folded beneath her, arms folded across her exposed belly. A hand came to rest on her cheek, guiding her attention forward and upward, into Kei’s gaze. Those dark, mysterious eyes staring long into hers had Senna squirming, fighting the urge to avert her eyes once more. Kei held the moment in the palm of her hand, letting it breath, but clutching it just enough to keep hold of it. Then, her hand began to trace lower, toward Senna’s bra. Her fingers brushed against Senna’s collar bone, pushing her bra strap off her shoulder; Senna failed to suppress a squeak as her whole body shuddered, and her heart found a way to somehow beat even harder. Kei’s free hand moved to wrap securely around Senna’s waist. Comfort, security enveloped her; Senna was safe here. Kei would never hurt her.

Next thing Senna knew, the clasp of her bra was undone. One of her cups fell away. Senna broke from Kei’s gaze, and reflexively rushed to catch it, her trembling hands pressing the soft material to her breast hard as she could. How could she have allowed herself to want this? And now she was ruining the moment for Kei because she was too much of a shy prude to give the woman she loved so much what they both wanted. 

“Look at me, love.” Her gentle patience and firm insistence sliced clean through Senna’s insecurity. Senna raised her head; in a heartbeat, Brooke had darted forward, and pulled Senna into a hungry kiss, swallowing her surprised squeak and pushing her down into the bed. The kiss ended before Senna even had the chance to fully process. Silent, tense seconds passed; Brooke captured her every breath, every beat of her aching heart in those rich, brown eyes. She was safe. With a slow exhale, Senna relaxed, and let her hands fall away, her bra with them. Brooke grinned, and dove low, wrapping her lips around Senna’s nipple, causing her back to arch and a moan to escape her lips. Brooke’s warm, wet mouth felt so right around the sensitive flesh of Senna’s aching nipple. It could never go on long enough. Still, it had to end eventually; Brooke removed her lips, the air tickling and cooling Senna’s warm, wet flesh. Satisfied with her handiwork, Brooke sat up, grinned, and pounced, diving face-first into Senna’s neck, suckling and nibbling.

Ticklish sensations ran down Senna’s belly as Brooke began to trace downward, starting at Senna’s collar-bone, along her belly, and pausing to linger just above the waist of her panties. With lascivious deliberation, Brooke slowly glided the tips of her fingers in slow, wide arcs, just below Senna’s navel. A firm hand and wet, heavy kisses up her neck, toward her lips, kept Senna pinned in place. With each pass, Brooke’s touch crept infinitesimally, agonizingly lower. By the time her nails had begun to dance across delicate, silky fabric, choreographing a most unsubtle forecast of what was to come, Senna was practically screaming. At least, she would have been, were she capable of doing anything but moan into her lover’s mouth. 

The next pass came; Brooke’s fingers now dipping just the slighted bit beneath Senna’s waistband. Her resolve was wilting, anticipation and longing rapidly overpowering meek embarrassment. On cue, Brooke slipped her hand up and out, and once more began tickling the outside of Senna’s underwear. Her frustration compounded perfectly with a well-timed brush along sensitive skin, and the dam broke. Reflexively, Senna bucked her hips, thrusting her crotch toward Brooke’s teasing hand. For one glorious moment, Brooke’s fingers traced the length of Senna’s soft, sensitive dick. She screamed into her lover's mouth. Brooke pulled back, just a hair, just enough to flash another smug grin, before lunging forward, and sliding her entire hand into Senna’s panties, and taking hold of her needy, aching cock. The feeling of those delicate, soft, and oh so experienced fingers slowly curling around Senna’s dick sent a sudden explosion of climactic pleasure over her entire body. 

Weak, dribbling spurts of translucent cum sprayed from Senna’s twitching dick as the residual throes of orgasm began to taper off. She opened her eyes, panting, thoughts clouded and vision blurred. What happened? She was—she’d—heat rushed to her cheeks as Senna processed the cool, wet feeling inside her panties. Had she… had dreamed of doing that? Doing that with Brooke? How could she—how could—why—what could possibly have caused her mind to come up with something so dirty? It was so embarrassing. And okay, maybe, admittedly, she had done that sort of thing in the past but it—no, no no no, nope, not at all, she couldn’t bear the thought of doing something so lewd. 

Even the thought of kissing a girl sent shivers of embarrassment—and what Senna really wished she could pretend was anything other than desire—through her body. She couldn’t so much as imagine what that would be like: to have a girl so close, to be warmed by her breath and her body heat, to be enveloped in her smell, to feel her soft lips, to taste her. Senna shivered, and shook her head so hard it hurt. She needed to focus on something else. Besides, a kiss really wasn’t a big deal, Senna had done way more than—no, not okay. It was too shameful, too embarrassing, too exciting, too enticing, too arousing. She needed to stop behaving so foolishly, just put all this behind her. 

But seriously, with Brooke? Talk about being a prisoner to one’s own brain. Fantasizing about Kei was one thing but her stupid subconcious had hijcked her dream. What could possibly have possessed her mind to make the dream about Brooke? with her stupid tough-girl routine, and her smirk, and her husky voice, and the way the light caught her eyes whenever she thought she was being clever, and the ways she so often failed to hide the gentle, caring nature buried beneath that gruff exterior and how she scrunched up her nose when she laughed or hummed to herself when she thought nobody was listening and her long, shapely legs and the gentle swell of her plump breasts. A silent scream burst from Senna’s lips. She was not in love with Brooke. She wasn’t. This was so ridiculous. One last time, Senna resolved to veer her thoughts away from that—-that dream, and focus on her day. Surely all this was just a lingering effect of the dream. Once she was fully awake, fed, showed and all that, surely this would all fade. 

With a start, she stood, and threw on a robe, then marched into the kitchen, only to nearly speed face-first into Lainie. Senna skidded to a halt, and the pair exchanged glances. “Morning,” there was an edge to her roommate’s voice. Guilt washed over Senna as she remembered how she’d treated Lainie the other day. How could she have been so unkind to her best friend of so many years? Before Senna could apologize, Lainie screwed up her eyes and studied Senna closely. “There’s something different about you…” she began, continuing to stare for several more seconds, before giving up and shrugging. “Whatever, are you okay? I didn’t see you all day yesterday, where were you?” 

She’d gone and made Lainie worried. How could she? Senna’s eyes instinctively found the floor. “I um, I’m sorry. I stayed in my room pretty much all day, wanted to just take a day to myself and read, not be around people.”

The hint of a familiar smile played across Lainie’s lips; she raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You haven’t done that in forever, probably not since—nevermind, you’ll just get pissed at me if I bring that up.”

“I’m sorry I was so mean the other day.”

Lainie shrugged. “It’s whatever. You were frustrated and I shouldn’t have teased you as much as I did. Though, actually, now that you mention it, Brooke was asking after you yesterday. Said she wanted to kn—”

Whatever came next, Senna didn’t hear. All of Lainie’s words faded into the background against the loud, delighted song thrumming through her heart. Brooke had been looking for her? Brooke wanted to see her? But that was—and she’d—the thought of coming face to face with Brooke after a dream like that was absolutely mortifying. But at the same time, what if Brooke suspected Senna was deliberately avoiding her? Senna couldn’t bear the idea of hurting Brooke’s feelings. She was a lot more vulnerable than she let on. And, well, it would probably be nice to maybe talk with someone about that manga. Plus, she’d been—well—she’d been so horrible to Brooke. Senna needed to apologize! And Brooke was so cool, and pretty, and suave, and kind and—it wasn’t that Senna had a crush on Brooke or anything, she just really wanted to spend time with her and grow closer to her and apologize for all the mean thing’s she’d said and done and also the thought of seeing her filled Senna with nervous, blushy excitement and the idea of kissing her made Senna want to bury her face in a pillow and scream and—she was already dashing down the hall to get ready for the day.

After a quick shower—which was definitely not interrupted by the occasional gleeful squeal—Senna did as quick a job as she could applying makeup and prettying up her hair, then rushed to her wardrobe. If she was going to talk to Brooke, she needed to look her best, but so many of her outfits were so… well, boring wasn’t the right word. She had a plethora of halter tops, crop tops, blouses, shirts, tight jeans, short shorts, overalls, rompers, short skirts, but, well, she couldn’t go see Brooke wearing something so revealing. And so many of the outfits which weren’t revealing were just so much like what every other girl wore. Honestly, Senna was having a hard time understanding why she’d ever even liked most of the clothes she was sorting through. She needed to stand out. That was when she remembered: she did have a few other outfits, they’d been sitting untouched in the back of her closet for years, just in case she ever had a need for them. Shoving aside all her usual clothes, Senna reached deep inside, and pulled out her prize: three of her old dresses,

These were the only ones Senna had bothered to keep, mainly because Lainie had picked them out for her and it felt rude to toss them, plus, they were definitely the nicest dresses she had, early transition Senna hadn’t yet developed the most discerning taste in feminine clothing. Still, all three of these were colorful and frilly, but not childishly so, attractive, but not unnecessarily revealing, and most importantly, very cute. If Brooke had a type, it was soft, blushy femmes looking for a confident, assertive woman to sweep them off their feet. And, well, obviously that wasn’t Senna—she’d always leaned femme of course, but she wasn’t like that. Either way, she was happy to play the part, and if Brooke just so happened to notice how cute she looked, she’d hardly complain. In the end, Senna settled for a short sleeved, off-white sundress with bright, colorful trim and a skirt that hung just around her knees. She delicately placed the other two dresses back in her closet, leaving them at the front this time, and making a note to replace most of her other clothes entirely, then set off.  

Bright blue skies and a warm spring breeze greeted her. Senna took a slow breath, and savored the scent of flowers in bloom all around her, not a hint of smog, or gasoline, or garbage that often came with city living. She smiled, and strolled down the street, toward her university’s campus. Everywhere Senna looked, she saw bright, beautiful scenery; everything was so colorful. If she didn’t know any better, Senna would say the world actually seemed more colorful than before, brighter, more vibrant. That was ridiculous, though. Reading that yuri manga yesterday had probably just given her some spring-lilly-tinted glasses. She had fluffy, girlish romance on the brain, and that had clearly just put her in a peppy, giddy mood. Besides, she was going to see Brooke! And Brooke always made the world seem a bit brighter, didn’t she? The mere thought of her crush—no, not a crush—had Senna feeling all fluttering and nervous, but in an excited way. 

She reached the edge of campus, and smiled at the sight of a row of cherry-blossom trees in full bloom. Those had always been there, right? Of course they had, she was being silly. Senna shook her head, and continued on. Campus was quite alive today. Everywhere she looked she saw beautiful women enjoying the perfect weather—and one another. Senna caught sight of a couple stealing a kiss, and averted her gaze, how could they do that in public? Weren’t they worried people would see? Unfortunately, averting her gaze, did little good. Instead, she simply found herself staring at a different display of open affection. Seated against a tree on a nearby grassy hill was another couple, the smaller of the two women sat in her girlfriend’s lap, curled into her chest, with her eyes closed as her partner fed her breakfast. Not only that, but she was fairly certain the smaller woman was grinding into her lover’s lap, a cheeky grin on her otherwise totally relaxed face. Senna’s flush only deepened as she stared at the floor and quickened her pace, only to nearly collide with someone in the middle of confessing to her crush. 

Senna practically ran, dodging and weaving through couples holding hands, staring soulfully into one another’s eyes, cornering and teasing one another, cuddling, and everything in between. Her feet carried her til she her side began to hurt and breath came in heavy pants, then Senna collapsed onto a nearby bench to catch her breath. She took a moment to center herself. Everywhere she looked, Senna saw women engaging in acts of love and romance together, the scenes of their passion framed perfectly by falling petals, or blooming flowers, or warm, bright sunlight. Strangely, she didn’t see any men. Or, actually, that wasn’t that strange after all. This was a women’s university, wasn’t it? For some reason, Senna felt something was off about that, but she couldn’t say why. Still, something was off, right? It had to be. The more she looked, the more things seemed oh so slightly different from how Senna felt they should be. But how? She needed to think, needed to—

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” That voice, so familiar, so warm, so welcome and gentle that it took gentle hold of Senna’s concerns and brushed them aside. That wasn’t to say this was an entirely soothing, relaxing experience for Senna. The second she realized Brooke was here, her heart exploded in her chest all over again. A whimper escaped her lips as all the heat in Senna’s face was multiplied by a factor of gay, Hand trembling, lips quivering, Senna looked up slowly, and found Brooke towering over her with a big, dumb grin on her face. 

The world evaporated into a haze flying petals, hearts, and pastel colors as the air turned a hazy, warm red. The smell of flowers in the air, already an ever-present accent, heightened until all Senna could smell was thick, dizzyingly sweet air. Sunlight framed Brooke’s face perfectly, casting shimmering light off of Brooke’s pupils in the shape of perfect little hearts. Everything in the world dissolved save that perfectly framed moment of Brooke smiling down on her. 

Hands trembling, lips quivering, Senna struggled with all her might to keep herself from simply blushing and looking away. She parted her lips, struggling to speak, and only managed a string of nonsensical stammering. Brooke just smiled, and sat beside her.