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Lisa lays Anna out on her bed. Tonight, she takes care of her guardian angel for once.
The signs were all there: the stumbling, that hazy look in her eye, the blown pupils, saying those things she did. Obviously someone drugged Anna. It"s a good thing Lisa didn"t touch her own drink.
It"s just another piece of evidence to show that Anna, for all her strength and angelic abilities, is susceptible to human weaknesses. Some of them, anyway. Drugs, apparently. Maybe alcohol, in time. Sexual desire seems high on the list, too.
Lisa strips Anna down to her underwear and bra. She presses a cool compress to her head and intends to turn out the light - but Anna stops her with a firm yet gentle hand.
"I"m sorry," she says, "about the club."
Lisa won"t hear it. "Hey. I"m the one who needs to apologise," she says, palm fitting softly to the side of Anna"s face. "I shouldn"t have–you were clearly affected by something and I took advantage. I"m sorry, Anna. It didn"t–" She takes a breath. "I hope you can forgive me."
But Anna shakes her head and Lisa"s heart sinks.
"No, forgive me," she says, and Lisa"s heart breaks for her.
"It wasn"t your fault."
"Maybe. But I–" Anna stops herself.
Lisa"s hand smooths sweaty strands of hair away from her temple.
"I.. I need."
Oh. Yeah, that"s right. They got all hot and bothered at the club but Anna couldn"t get it up at the time. Now, Lisa owes her. Because that"s what friends do.
"..Now?" Lisa hedges, and hope sparks in Anna"s eyes as she nods. "Can you..?" Lisa flicks her eyes down Anna"s body. Anna nods again. "Okay."
She takes her time to undress, stripping down to her panties, still moist from earlier and now a little uncomfortable, but she keeps them on rather than going fully nude or grabbing a fresh pair (she"ll only ruin them, too).
Lisa lays over the top of Anna, her bare breasts cushioning out against Anna"s lacy bosom. She hooks her thighs over Anna"s and uses the leverage to gently grind against her, moving her crotch back and forth along Anna"s cotton-clad cock, urging her to hardness. All the while she lavishes Anna with the softest of kisses, sweet lips tasting each other, tongues meeting in dashes and languid passes.
Anna"s hands fit to Lisa"s rear, gently urging her movements. Her fingertips graze the edge of her ass cheeks, tease the crease where they meet her thighs. They edge further until they nestle in the crease of her ass alongside the strap of her thong and it makes Lisa pant into her mouth and suck her tongue fervently.
She can feel her panties warm over her crotch, the cool dampness heated anew as she writhes over Anna"s body, urging her to readiness. Her nipples catch deliciously on Anna"s bra and it gives her an idea.
Lisa pulls away from Anna"s lips and swims down her body to settle over her thighs. She reaches down to pull Anna"s cock out and is pleased to find it stiffly curved, thick and heavy in her grasp, the head dark pink and already leaking.
She leans down to lick a stripe over the slit and Anna bucks beneath her, gasping a moan. But that"s as far as she goes with her mouth. Angling her body, Lisa grasps Anna"s cock firmly and taps the sticky head against her ample bosom, dragging it softly across her areola, back and forth, tapping and dragging until her nipple hardens. She repeats the motions for her other nipple, watching Anna from beneath her lashes.
Anna"s eyes darken where they"re glued to Lisa. It makes her want to put on a show.
Lisa moistens her lips, pumps the bottom one as she catches it between her teeth and drags until it pops free, plumped. She dips her back so her ass is raised higher than her shoulders and she lets go breathy little noises as she tap-tap-taps Anna"s cock against her breast and teases it over her nipple.
Anna grips the sheets, her mouth working around a choked silent O as Lisa"s hand begins moving hastily up and down her shaft. She keeps the head nudging her nipple as she jerks her, and brings her other hand to fondle Anna"s balls through the stretchy cotton.
They"re alone in the dorm so Lisa greedily savors the off-key moans that gutter and whine out of Anna.
She switches it up, leaning over Anna"s groin to snatch her cock between her breasts, moving them up and down and massaging Anna"s length in a move that shouldn"t feel as good as porn makes it look, but it kinda does.
Lisa situates her heel at her crotch and grinds down on it as she pleasures Anna. The skin of her heel is slick. She wishes she was grinding down on something significantly more satisfying but it"s all she"s got so she pretends it"s some part of Anna: her heel, maybe, or her shin, anything but her gorgeous pink-headed cock disappearing between her tits as she drips pre-come and makes them glisten like a treasure trove in the amber glow of her bedside lamps, a place only true wonders can be found and stored safely.
If she could, Lisa would keep Anna safe every night, every day. The ways in which she could do that swim to the forefront of her mind as Anna"s breathing harshens and her breath quickens, half-moans tripping out of her and stall out as Lisa feels her balls cinch up beneath her–
and then she"s coming, thick ropes erupting over Lisa"s tits, spend dripping down gluggily to smear her bosom. Lisa massages her breasts up and down Anna"s length as she shudders through the tailend of her orgasm, until she"s milked every last drop. She wants to lick all of it up but stops herself short because she knows she shouldn"t debase herself any lower.
Anna stares up at her from sleepy, sated eyes with totally undeserved awe as they both catch their breath. Lisa wonders how much of this night she"ll remember in the morning.
Lisa cleans them both up and replaces Anna"s washcloth. She gets her to drink some water–and is surprised when Anna tugs her down towards her. She should sleep in her roommate"s bed, give Anna some space to rest. But Lisa is weak. Anna wants her near and despite all the reasons this is a bad idea, she gives Anna what she wants. She deserves that much tonight.
She throws on a sleep shirt and does change her panties. She offers nna something to wear but either she doesn"t want to or is too tired to try, so Lisa repositions her bra and panties for her and settles down under the covers with Anna embracing her from behind.
Not ten seconds pass when Anna murmurs, "Wanna see you," into the half-light, her hand dragging over Lisa"s waist. Lisa turns over and their bodies fit together awkwardly at first, until Lisa gives in to Anna"s tugging and threads their thighs together and pressing so close her boobs squish out beneath her shirt.
"Thankyou," Anna whispers, and Lisa feels like scum.
Anna kisses her softly and Lisa feels a little less scummy as her heart gives a small flutter.
That"s how they fall asleep, trading tender kisses in the dim lamplight with Lisa brought under by exhaustion from guilt more than sex.