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Two women laid down on the bed, stark naked aside from their panties, on top of the comforter. All the light in the room came from a red shaded lamp and two novelty candles in the shape of skulls. Faint pinks and black covered the room in an unmistakeable sultry atmosphere. Despite all the ingredients working in their favor, both women merely cuddled.
Meghan was the big spoon, a curvy redhead with hair draped down to the small of her back. Her hands were idly fondling her partner, tracing over a pierced nipple and faintly toned stomach. The smaller girl, Rose, was pressing her butt against Meghan’s crotch and touching herself at the same time. Rose’s hair was shaved almost military style aside from the electric blue dye in it. She tried rubbing her clit through her panties, but gave up with a sigh and rolled away from Meghan until she was facing her.
“Still not into it?” The redhead’s knowing smile only made Rose frown more.
“Obviously. Well, no, it’s not that I’m not into it anymore, I just feel like something’s missing. Ever since we had to get a roommate, it’s been a pain to actually get in the mood.”
Meghan and Rose both sat up with their legs crossed and looked towards the door to their bedroom. It wasn’t particularly late at night, but even then they couldn’t hear any noise from outside their room. When they first moved in they had the intention of just staying by themselves, but a friend from college had asked them if he could move in on account of his current place shutting down. Less chores and less rent was an appealing prospect for the two students at the very least, and they trusted Derek.
“He’s not making a ruckus or anything. Plus he’s been helping with chores like he said,” Meghan replied, hugging Rose and pushing her breasts into her back.
“I... I know. He’s a good roommate, but it feels weird! Every time we start to get into things, I feel like he’s going to hear us. Me at the very least.”
“Mmm, you do tend to scream sometimes,” Meghan’s hands reached to Rose’s chest again.
Rose was petite through and through, small chest, slender hips, slim waist. It took work to stay her size despite how short she was, but she loved feeling firm against Meghan’s comparatively soft body. Her hands were far more delicate and maintained, oozing femininity from every pore. Just a few short months ago, all this fondling would’ve driven Rose to race for the strapon under their bed like a dog playing fetch. Now, it only served to worsen this nervous shame.
“You know Derek would just turn his music up or something if you let out a little peep. He moved into a house with a couple in it, it’s expected they’d have sex every now and then. Especially with how easy you are to tease.”
Rose reached over and pinched one of Meghan’s nipples, twisting it slowly and making the redhead pant and giggle. “You’re one to talk, slut.”
“That mean you’re in the mood after all? Maybe you need a few kisses to block out those embarrassing thoughts?” Meghan pressed her lips to the shaved side of Rose’s head, feeling the soft fuzz of hair with her kiss.
“Maybe... maybe tomorrow.”
Rose kissed her back and moved underneath the blankets. As Meghan joined her, she wrapped an arm around the taller girl’s shoulder and the two of them snuggled close for comfort. Even without having sex, it felt nice to hold Meghan like this. The redhead was a good couple of inches taller than Rose, but still the more submissive one between the two of them. Rose smiled to herself as she remembered their first time together, making out on the mattress, making the redhead get on her knees. They would switch on occasion, but that feeling of power over her was a strong turn on. As she slowly got to sleep and her subconscious muddled with consciousness, her thoughts drifted to Derek as well. Her mind instantly made the comparison of heights again, but it felt wrong. With Meghan it felt good to be taller than her, but with Derek, it felt better to be smaller. She fell asleep before she could think more on it.