Unexpected Relationship (Xanatos/AmeliaRP)

[AmeliaRP]

"One of the senior Fine Arts student was asking me if I would pose for a life drawing. What do you think?"

Three weeks into her freshman year at college Laura Lewis had hit the ground running. She was usually hyperactive, excitable and unable to sit still. The 18 year old, who was doing Contemporary Dance and Drama herself, was wondering if she volunteered whether it would help her discipline to stop fidgeting around and not always be wanting to be on the move. When she was not flouncing and bouncing around, the honey blonde student could be seen doing gymnastics, keeping fit or playing some sport. She was not that academic though.

What she wasn't sure about was whether the senior, who was called Alex, was making a genuine offer or was just making a pass at her. She had a reputation of being a bit flirtatious but Laura thought she was quite cute though a couple of years older than herself. It might be worth doing just for curiosity even if it did nothing for her short attention span that was blamed for her high energy. The honey blonde wasn't sure whether her tall lithe figure would be suitable for modeling. It would be another matter doing it in the raw.

"Do you think you can just sit quiet in your birthday suit, Carrie, and let someone gloat all over you? I'm not sure if I's feel ravished."

Laura was busying herself in the kitchen area of the dorm room she shared with a creative writing student, whose course also included art and library sciences though she could not fathom how they all mixed. The honey blonde teen just did not have the concentration to be bothered with many things that required her to exercise her brain rather than her physicality. She was wearing a black pair of Adidas shorts that clung to her pert ass and a yellow vest that only emphasised how fairly flat-chested she was even with disproportionately sized areola that protruded through the material since was was wearing no bra underneath.

 

[Xanatos]

"Who me? Pose naked for a stranger? I... I don't think I could, no. Who'd want me to, anyway?"

The very idea of posing naked for a stranger colored the eighteen year old artist's cheeks slightly, as well as stir up an old and familiar type of anxiety. Almost the exact opposite of her room mate, Carrie was a shy little thing, who always preferred to hide in a corner somewhere to actually bothering to interact with others. At least, in wider social settings. Here, in their shared space, Carrie felt quite comfortable with the more energetic and athletic Laura. In fact, she found Laura's outgoing nature and boundless confidence to be both a source of inspiration and envy. Of course, why wouldn't Laura be confident? She was talented, smart, and fit. She was absolutely stunning in every way. Even having only known her a little while, Carrie admired her.

What did Carrie have? A fairly impressive rack, she supposed, but beyond that? She was an awkward shut in and a bookworm, not much special about that. Beyond that, if anyone really got to know her, well... Any pretense of attraction would dry up in an instant. Of that she was very certain.

"Honestly though, you should make sure they're on the up and up. I mean, aren't you at least a little concerned they might be trying to take advantage of you? Do you know them? At least bring a friend to be safe. Someone you're comfortable with seeing you like that. That's what I would do at least."

Perhaps she sounded overly worried, and maybe she was, but Laura was her friend, a new friend, but a friend. She crossed her legs, setting aside her sketchbook and removing her reading glasses so that she could focus on her roommate in their little kitchen. Wearing a simple white tank top and a pair of black bed shorts, she was quite comfortable resting back against the couch. Normally she would have worn more, but she wasn't planning to go out that day. So, why not be comfortable? She watched her roommate busy herself in the kitchen for a moment before sighing and flopping back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling.

 

[AmeliaRP]

"It was this song. Remember I told you about. Of course you know it. Everyone does."

Within a split second, Laura had joined her roomie on the couch, handing her the other half of her headphone piece from her phone that she was not using. She helped Carrie to put it in her ear so they could both listen to the song the honey blonde wanted her to. As soon as the tune started, she had dried her hands and came rushing over from the kitchen. Her long athletic body soon squeezed next to much more curvaceous figure of the raven head. They both could hear Camila Cabello's Never Be the Same.

'It’s you, babe
And I’m a sucker for the way that you move, babe
And I could try to run, but it would be useless
You’re to blame
Just one hit of you, I knew I’ll never be the same
It’s you, babe'​

Mouthing the lyrics, Laura could be so emotive, changing from one mood to another in her rather highly strung way. It was the same for music, she could be so passionate about several ditties and melodies in rapid succession, sometimes that bore no relationship to each other. She adjusted her position so that she would not fall off the sofa, carefully ensuring that Carrie's sketchbook and glasses were safe from harm.

'Just one hit of you, I knew I’ll never ever, ever be the same
I'll never be the same
I'll never…'​

Looking into her roommate's deep dark brown eyes with her own blue lagoon eyes, Laura smiled as she continued to sing along with the tune. It was such a happy and cheerful expression that beamed from her face. Implicitly it beckoned more than just friendliness, but tenderness and sincerity, affection and maybe a kind of certain love that was much about her personality. It was as if the much leaner girl wanted to say more but words were unsaid. Releasing the headphone from Carrie's ear at the end of the song, her hand lingered touching her check.

"Well, kitchen is clean, room is tidy. What else we got to do? Should we go somewhere? Something exciting? A drive out. The world is your oyster, which I with sword will open."

Finishing with a quote from Shakespeare, the 18 year old honey blonde allowed the fingers of her hand to wander and follow the lead of the headphone hanging over the raven head's generous bosom. Tempting though it was, she resisted tracing the outline of her rose buds that looked so ripe for plucking. Soon her attention was switched as she sat up, distracting herself with the screen on her phone.

 

[Xanatos]

"Ah! Laura!"

Carrie let out a startled sound as Laura joined her on the couch, sandwiching Carrie between the back of the couch and her. She laughed as Laura was squished against her, taking the earbud when it was offered. She hadn't heard the song, but it's implication was pretty clear. Bobbing her head back and forth with the song, almost dancing next to Laura on the couch. Her laughter slowed as she noticed Laura was looking her in the eyes. She wet her lips briefly, her eyes flicking between Laura's gaze, her lips, and back again.

As her fingers followed the earbud cable, nearly reaching Carrie's breast, the brunette bit her lip almost anticipating the contact. But it never came. Instead, Laura quickly sat up right, fiddling with her phone.

"Ah... Y-yeah, sure. We could go out. You want to go to the club or something?"

She sat up as well, joining Laura in pretending to nothing odd had transpired. She ran a hand through her hair before groaning a bit.

"You know? Yeah. I'm bored. Let's go out tonight. Paint the town red or whatever."

 

[AmeliaRP]

It wasn't just that Laura was restless but her hormones were all upside down. What was she doing almost making a pass with her roomie? It would have been something if she had gone ahead and grabbed her tit. Carrie had been changing though since they first met. At least she was talking about going out even though it came with the nuance that it would not be until much later that they would 'paint the torn red.' That would be one just for her sketch book What were they going to do until then on a Saturday?

"You don't fancy going to the gym now? Getting rid of your surplus energy?"

Such a slog it could be trying to build up some enthusiasm in her raven head friend. Perhaps Laura should have put her over her knee and spanked her until she cried for more. But what was she thinking now. One second she's being lesbian, the next as if she could be a dominatrix. The lithe drama student giggled to herself that set her off, thinking that she knew what she could do to get Carrie out of herself. As they sat together on the couch, she placed a hand on each side of her roomie and started to tickle her on her waist just above her hips.

"Oh Carrie, what should we do with you? It's a pity we only got communal washrooms otherwise I'd put you under the shower."

 

[Xanatos]

Carrie looked over at Laura as she asked about the gym. The very idea of going to the gym sounded exhausting. Apart from that, the idea of having to use the communal wash after the fact gave her great pause. Wouldn't that be the conversation of the century!? She was about to answer her when she suddenly felt hands on her sides, making her jump with a start. As she tickled, Carrie gave a yelp of surprise, giggling as she tried to push Laura's hands away.

"L-laura! Stop it! I'm too ticklish!"

She struggled, even through her laughter at her room mate's playful fingers. What had gotten into her? Laura was always so unpredictable! What was she talking about now? Putting her under the shower?

"The shower? Why would you- Oh please no more! Fine we can go to the gym! Whatever you want! Stop tickling me!"

 

[AmeliaRP]

As her roomie wiggled and jiggled, the more Laura enjoyed making her squirm with her fingers and thumbs wrapped around her waist from the rear. The more Carrie tried to wrestle away, the more her friend grappled with her. It caused the hands of the drama student to slide under her tank top onto her bare skin and even occasionally catch the bottom edge of the wing bands of her bra as they were struggling and giggling together.

"I've never seen you so alive and active. Is good for you, Carrie."

As they lay back in an undeclared truce, Laura still had her arms around her with the back of her raven head friend leaning against her. It was as if she was effectively holding her prisoner though not in any kind of forceful way. No doubt if push came to shove, Carrie could even have been the stronger even if must the shorter of the two. And it wasn't as if her roommate had purposely made a play for her. As far as she was concerned they were just messing about and even enjoying a bit of horseplay.

"So I know in future how to get you to do anything, don't I? What you going to wear at the gym anyway?"

Laura again squeezed Carrie as she remained seated. She felt tempted to let her hands wander and feel her breasts through her bra but remained reluctant to do so otherwise her roomie might think she was trying to molester her.