Fluttering eyelids followed by a luxurious yawn was Amber's first conscious greeting into the new day, already seeped into a decadent blend of pleasure and confusion. Soft eyes avoiding the sunlight peered across the bed to unfamiliar surroundings and wall-hangings. She looked down to find her sheet were just as unfamiliar as waking with a stroking hand between her legs she didn't feel inclined to stop. 

Her head was swimming a little, as if coming off of a night of hard drinking, but the hangover took place below the waist. She laid her head back on the pillow beneath her, trying to piece together the night before, eyes darting back and forth to remember what happened as she was finishing her shift at the library. She was giving Katrina the last task for the night probably, probably ensuring she would handle something officially meant of Amber to handle. She didn't know why just thinking about Katrina or that name made her ever-stroking hand bring her to intimate spots that helped with the soft orgasm she was building up to.

Absently turning her head away from staring at the drab ceiling, she suddenly gazed upon the last person she remembered from last night, just very different. The mousy subordinate she loved bossing around stood just in jeans and a bra, posing in a way meant to accentuate assets Amber never would've guessed she had. A hand resting on one hip like Amber would do for interested parties, and the other brought an index finger to her lip, requesting silence. 

Amber meant to gasp and scoff at Katrina standing there, but it came out as a gawking sound, bordering a soft squealing noise. Katrina's pursed lips curled into a small grin, as she approached her occupied bed with a gracefulness she hoped made it seem like seduction came naturally. She pressed the index finger to Amber's lips, and moved her own towards her ears.

"I know you've got nothing but questions on your mind, but I would stay silent before my roommate hears you and starts to make conclusions we can't readily verify. She's a regular gossip rag, and I've never had any juicy tidbits for her worth sharing across campus...before last night. The rumors and stories they'd tell about us would be pretty fantastic, but I wonder if they'd exceed what happened last night. Speaking of, I have a lot of blanks from last night," Katrina half-lied. "Can you remember anything that happened?" Katrina's finger trailed down her lips sensually to let Amber speak finally.

"Uhhhhmmmmm....." Silent stalling filled the air during a hard search of inaccessible memories, buried under the result of their mysterious night. She shook her head, then blinked hard trying to refute what probably was with logic.

"I have a boyfriend though," Amber complained in a whisper. "I wouldn't have..." she looked across the room to find only evidence to the contrary. "I mean...I'm not..." her eyes grazed across Katrina's skin, trying not to bite her lip as she knew how good it tasted over a cascade of kisses, highlighting the only memory that was coming back to her.

"I get it. I didn't think I wouldn't have...or that I was either..." sympathetic tones breathed over an open ear and part of Amber's throat jumbled more of the supervisor's supposedly-established reality, tremors across heated skin shaking foundations in-flux. 

Beneath the temptress facade, Katrina was nearly petrified the moment Amber started to stir, knowing that her boss was likely to have a range of emotional and physical reactions to her disposition, none of which would've ended well for the librarian. Not expecting Amber to be still swimming in a fog of confusion, Katrina decided to role play as a knowing dominant, keeping her submissive off-balance before she could cause any kind of trouble. She never expected it to work, nor did she expect both of them to grow wetter from it. 

"But I guess when you get the right two people together, perusing over the right topic..." Katrina's free hand reached beneath the covers where she stealthily placed the tome. Bringing it out almost stagily, Amber's eyes that went wide, a large-enough explanation unlocking possible memories. 

"God, what you did to me with this..." Katrina said, running the spine of the tome down her throat, over her chest and taut belly. 

"I...I did...?"

The flood of anger she knew would come from Amber once the familiar book was revealed was cleverly-halted with the implication that everything was actually Amber's doing, that mousy Katrina transformed into seductress Katrina solely based on Amber's desires. 

"I never knew I could want to be like this before you," Katrina whispered a half-truth. "I never knew you wanted me like...this. Whatever you did with this book, really....unlocked the me you wanted."

The confusion took over every thought, easily achieved as many thoughts were burned away, watching the tome spine being rubbed against the crotch of Katrina's jeans. She nearly grinded against it before shaking herself aware, but still aroused.

"Thank you," she bent down to kiss Amber on the lips, who thoughtlessly reciprocated back, having to pull herself away before one tongue dueled the other. Amber leaned forward to continue the coupling, beginning to kiss Katrina's neck as more whispers came to her ear.

"Can I do anything else for you before you have to leave?"

Those words jogged Amber's memory towards the day ahead to realize that she was already late for something. Hastily leaving bed and finding all her clothes, Amber wordlessly rushed to leave with everything she thought she came with, roommate rumors be damned as she left Katrina's bedroom without a thought. Katrina fortunately knew her roommate was already lone-gone halfway into her deception, and knew the truth about rumors spreading could be averted for now.

Her co-worker having left without a word, Katrina threw herself on the bed and finished herself off with drenched fingers for a climax the whole situation she diffused was building towards. It quickly became multiple orgasms as the entire night and magical occurrence replayed in her head, knowing it led to a compromised Amber. She had a class to attend as well that morning, but couldn't care less as she went to get a big drink of water to prevent dehydration, and stared at the tome, wondering what she should do or expect next with it in her possession.