Finally, I just gave up reading and sat on my bed, my legs crossed under me, and watched Alessia crochet. I was fascinated by how her fingers flew as the doily she was crocheting grew. Alessia would glance up at me occasionally, and finally, she stopped and asked, “What?”
“Oh, I’m just fascinated by what you’re doing, ‘Sia,” I answered. Trying to justify my fascination, I asked, “Do you think you could teach me how to do that someday?” Of course, I already knew how to do rudimentary crocheting, having spent a lot of time doing that while staying with my Aunt Sinéad, but I had never done anything as elaborate as what Alessia was doing. Besides, any excuse to spend time with Alessia would be time well spent.
“I’d be happy to, Anna,” Alessia replied, stopping and smiling widely.
That smile made my whole body thrill, and I had to smother a gasp as my chest tightened and my heart started beating like a trip hammer. To cover my reaction, I faked a yawn before smiling back and said, “Well, it’s getting close to my bedtime.”
Alessia smiled and said, “You’re probably right. It’s been a long day, after all.”
We then changed into our pajamas and donned our robes, gathered up our toiletries, and headed out to the community bathroom to get ready for bed. This was new to us, so preparing for bed took longer than usual. A couple of other girls were in the bathroom with us, and we exchanged shy smiles. When I was done, I waited for Alessia to finish, watching her apply the cold cream to her face. Our eyes met in the mirror, and Alessia smiled at me before finishing her toilet.
We walked back to our room, and I ensured the door was locked before we removed our robes and got in our beds. I turned off the nightlight after we exchanged “Good nights!” and rolled over to face the wall. I quickly fell asleep, remembering my earlier discussion with Alessia about my rape …
… I was getting tired of everyone around me acting like they were walking on eggshells, especially once I found out I was pregnant. It had been bad enough before that having to go to school and pretending nothing had happened to me, hiding my pain and shame from all of my school friends. Mom immediately took me out of school, telling them I was sick and had to go away to get better, and sent me off to live with my Aunt Sinéad, not wanting anyone to find out about my actual condition. Aunt Sinéad was charming and took me in without any reservations.
That first night was scary, probably because It would be the first time I stayed somewhere away from home for more than a day or two. When I fell asleep, I dreamed about the rape and woke up screaming. Aunt Sinéad came running into my bedroom, crawled into bed with me, and held me while I cried. I felt so warm and safe in her arms, spooned against her. I eventually stopped crying and fell asleep, remembering Aunt Sinéad whispering, “Shh, mo mhuirnín,” and rocking me…
… I woke up and heard a small whimper coming from across the room. It was still dark, so I knew it was the middle of the night. I rolled out of bed and padded over to Alessia’s bed to check on her. Without even thinking about it, I crawled into bed with Alessia and pulled her into my arms, whispering, “It’s okay, ‘Sia, I’ve got you.”
Alessia’s body shook as she silently cried. I just held her and whispered, “Shh, mo mhuirnín,” over and over until she finally stopped shaking and fell asleep. I continued to hold her for a while, trying to assimilate the feelings I was experiencing while holding Alessia close to me. My body was sending signals I had never felt before as I felt Alessia’s breath gently wafting across my cheek as she quietly snored in my arms.
I eased my way out of Alessia’s bed and got back into mine, my body still sending me signals I wasn’t familiar with. As I lay under the covers, thinking about how it felt to hold Alessia in my arms, my left hand came up and massaged my left breast. The stimulus made my nipple ache, causing it to harden, scoring my palm. My right hand snaked down between my thighs and palmed my mound. I started rolling my hips, trying to get more pressure against my hand. My pussy started burning, and I pressed my thighs together and started breathing harder.
My nipple ached so much that I started massaging it, loving the impulses spearing through my body. My hand pressing against my mound was doing the same thing. With no notice, my whole body thrummed and spasmed as an incredible feeling of euphoria spread through my body. I stifled a loud gasp, not wanting to wake Alessia, and I lay there, wallowing in the sensations running through my body. I eventually got my breathing under control and fell back asleep, thoughts of the feelings I felt holding Alessia in my arms dancing in my head.
When I woke, Alessia was already sitting up in her bed, apparently waiting for me to wake up. When she saw I was awake, she smiled and said, “Good morning, Anna. Did you sleep well?”
I sat up and stretched, thrusting my chest out as I did so, noticing that Alessia was trying not to stare. I smiled and said, “Yes, I did, ‘Sia. How about you?”
Alessia looked down shyly and said, “I had trouble getting to sleep, but once I did, I slept fine. Thank you.”
I didn’t ask her what she thanked me for, assuming it was because I had held her until she stopped crying and fell asleep. We donned our robes, grabbed our toiletries, and headed to the bathroom to prepare for the day.
We spent the day exploring the campus, meeting our dorm mates, and discussing our future plans. Alessia told me this was her first time away from home, and I realized she probably cried last night from homesickness. It was a lovely day; before we knew it, it was night, and we had to get ready for bed.
Just like the previous night, I woke to the sounds of whimpering and sobbing coming from Alessia’s bed. I crawled into bed with Alessia, took her in my arms, and comforted her, repeatedly saying, “Shh, mo mhuirnín,” until she fell asleep. Again, the feel of her body against mine sent signals to my body that I started to recognize as desire. I eased out of Alessia’s bed and back into mine, again having to relieve myself before falling back asleep. My dreams were erotic, and Alessia played a prominent role in them.
This continued on through orientation and the start of classes. Each night, I’d end up in Alessia’s bed, comforting her until she fell asleep. Each day, Alessia would thank me without saying what for, and we grew closer. Alessia spent time each night after our homework was done teaching me how to crochet. We’d sit on her bed or mine on crossed legs facing each other, our knees occasionally touching as Alessia patiently taught me the more elaborate stitches used to crochet doilies.
Friday night came, and after a tough week of classes, Alessia and I were looking forward to a relaxing weekend. We had plans to go into town and do some shopping. We spent the evening planning for Saturday’s activities while crocheting. We got ready for bed and turned in as usual when we started getting tired. Again, I ended up in Alessia’s bed, comforting her until she fell asleep. Unlike previous nights, Alessia had a grip on my pajama top this time, so I couldn’t quickly ease away and get back to my bed.
I fell asleep despite the feelings that zinged through my body from holding Alessia’s body next to mine. My dreams were arousing and revolved around my time with Aunt Sinéad. Those feelings got so intense that I woke up, forgetting I was still in Alessia’s bed. As I slowly recalled where I was, I became aware of a suckling sound. When I opened my eyes in the dim light, I saw that Alessia was still sleeping but had captured the tip of the collar of my pajama top between her lips and was suckling it.
Alessia’s left arm was draped over my ribs, and I could feel her hand against my back, flexing in time with her suckling. As I watched her lips, my nipples started aching and hardening. I pictured her lips on one of my nipples and her hand gently massaging the other. That imagery made my chest tighten, and my breath catch. I softly moaned as I realized how badly I wanted that to happen.
I carefully leaned in and softly nuzzled Alessia’s cheek as I tightened my arms around her. She shifted, still asleep, hooking her left leg over my legs, further entangling us together. Since there was no way I’d be able to get out of Alessia’s bed and back to my own now, I surrendered to the inevitable and laid my head back on the pillow, and shortly fell back asleep.
I woke up with Alessia spooned up against me. Alessia wriggled into me and said, “Good morning, Anna.”
Since Alessia didn’t seem upset that I was in bed with her, I simply replied, “Good morning, ‘Sia. Did you sleep well?”
Alessia wriggled into me again, sighing, and said, “Yes, I did, Anna. Thank you.”
“For what, ‘Sia?” I asked.
“For comforting me,” Alessia said. “I’m just not used to being away from home.”
Alessia wriggled into me again, and I loved the feel of her body up tight against mine. I leaned in and lightly nuzzled her neck while I tightened my arm around her ribs. “It’s okay, ‘Sia. I felt like that when I first went to stay with my aunt.”
“Anna,” Alessia asked quietly after a beat, “what does ‘moo morning’ mean?”
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