= Sarah POV =
When we returned to the dorm room, Chris took a shower while I took off my sweatshirt and sweatpants. I went over to Chris's desk to get her extra charger. Thankfully, because the charger cord was long enough, so I was able to pull it through the bedframe and connect my phone so that it could charge while I used it.
I scrolled through my phone while I was lying on the side of the bed next to the wall. As I was scrolling, I nodded off to sleep, the phone falling to the bed with a soft thud.
About ten minutes later, I woke up with a start. I felt something warm and heavy press down on top of me.
"Chris, is that you?" I gasped.
A soft "Mhmmm" confirmed the identity of the assailant.
"Chris get off! You're crushing me," I said, but only half-heartedly with a laugh, wiggling around beneath her.
Instead of listening to me, Chris chuckled and pinned me further into the sheets, her legs between mine and her face buried in my hair.
I groaned "Chris I can't sleep like this!" I gasped, feeling my body restained in an awkward way.
Chris sighed and pushed herself off me, her hands bracing either side of my body, but kind of just hovered there for a moment. I turned to lie on my back and reached up to her, pinching her cheek.
"I am not a bolster!" I said, annoyed.
"Yes, you are; you're in my bed, so that makes you my bolster," she grinned, and before I could escape, Chris dropped to the side, causing the bed to bounce, and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against her chest.
"No, stop!" I laughed, but she flung her leg over my legs, pinning them down, and wrapped her arms around both my arms, trapping me firmly against her body.
"Bolster transformation complete!" Chris declared and chomped down on my neck.
"Ah!" I screamed, wiggling as she spat out my hair, which she had chomped on as well.
"Chris, I can't sleep like this!" I sighed, wriggling in her arms.
"Awe, fine," She said and released me, letting me roll away next to the wall. " But no promises when I'm asleep, I may bolster-ize you. You still wanna share the bed?" she asked, grinning as she propped her head up with her hand on her pillow.
I sighed and pulled the second pillow on the bed between us. " Here, this should help," I suggested.
"Oh no, I'm so sleepy," Chris said and stretched her arms, but as she did so, she knocked the pillow between us out of the way, and it collided with the headboard, smacking me lightly in the face.
"Hey, I'm trying to make it more comfortable for you," I scowled, pulling away the pillow and sitting up in a huff. "Ok, if you insist, I'll just sleep on the couch," I said, pouting.
Chris sat up too " Oh no, no, no, it's fine, I'm just teasing you, that's what friends do, right?" she smiled at me, poking me on the nose.
I snorted, wrapped my arms around the pillow, and lay down again. "Well, I need two pillows to sleep, so maybe I should just sleep on the couch; I can use one of the cushions as a temporary pillow replacement," I said.
"Oh, no worries, I have extras," Chris said and went to her wardrobe. At the very top were two extra pillows, and Chris brought down one.
"Here you go," Chris said and tossed the pillow onto the bed.
I placed the first pillow on the headboard and then hugged the new pillow.
"Perfect, thank you." I smiled as Chris turned off the lights in the room.
"I also need two pillows to sleep," Chris said as she got back into bed.
"Oh, but there's only the-" I began but was cut off by a sudden sharp movement as I got pulled back against Chris' chest by a pair of strong arms in the dark.
"Chris!" I exclaimed.
"Shhh, bolsters don't talk," Chris said, and before I could protest any further, I could hear her snoring softly.
I sighed and settled down. I mean, it wasn't uncomfortable, all though this time, instead of draping her leg over mine, she had her leg between my legs, hooking onto my lower leg, which prevented me from moving far from her. Her warm palm on my stomach made me feel hot in a strange way that I had never really felt before. Was this a normal feeling between the two girls?
"Oh, I'm lesbian, by the way," Chris suddenly said in the dark.
The silence that stretched between us was deafening.
"Umm…congratulations?" I said nervously, never having had any lgbtq friends before.
Chris let out a snort and mumbled "Thank you" into my hair.
"You are? Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked nervously, wondering if that was a normal question one asked a lesbian.
"Yeah, she's studying to be a chemist," Chris said immediately with no hesitation.
My eyes went wide. 'Did girls in lesbian relationships get jealous of the friends of their partners? Is that a thing?' I thought to myself
"Ah, I hope she'll be ok with me suddenly staying here with you," I replied.
"Why wouldn't she be? It's normal to have a roommate, and it's not like I'm into you or anything, so it's fine," Chris said, pulling me closer to her chest. " What? Do you think all lesbians are automatically attracted to all girls all the time?"
I laughed nervously. "No, I…sorry, I don't have any issues with lesbians, or who they date or anything. It's fine," I replied, hoping she could hear my sincerity.
"Good, then you won't mind if she comes over every now and again. We like to umm… have lesbian sex and stuff," Chris said, her hand tightening around my waist, emphasizing the sex part as if to try to get a rise out of me.
I laughed and patted her hand around my body, "Sure thing, just let me know if I should avoid the dorm room; I wouldn't want to get in the way of you…lesbian sex ," I said and tried to scoot a bit away from her.
"Hey, stop scooting around, this bed is tiny; I'm practically falling off here," Chris said, her leg pulling me closer to her body and her arm dragging me firmly against her body, so close that I could feel her breast against my back and her crotch against my butt.
" S-Sorry I… ok, I won't move, sorry, should I move further inside the bed?" I asked her, wondering how we got so close to the edge of the bed.
"Oh yeah, scoot forward a bit," Chris said, unhooking her leg and allowing me to move forward.
I scooted until the pillow I had been holding against my chest was pressed against the wall.
"I can't go any further," I said." Is there enough space now?"
"Barely, but it's better," Chris said, hooking her leg around mine again and snuggling against me with ease.
"You sure this is comfortable for you?" I asked. I had slept with my friends hundreds of times during sleepovers when I was younger, but I had never slept like this; foreigners really had strange habits.
Then again, she was allowing me to stay here for free; I really wasn't in a position to complain about how strange her sleeping habits were.
" Oh yeah, this is perfect. Like this, I'm quite happy to have you stay with me indefinitely," Chris said, her hand on my stomach slipping down towards my navel.
"Ah, Chris, it tickles down there," I said as I gripped the pillow harder, trying to stop her hand from accidentally going too far down.
"Oh? How about here?" Chris asked, and her hand slipped even further down, touching me in a place that no one else had ever touched me before.
"Chris!" I gasped, wanting to turn around, but was trapped between my pillow and her chest.
"Is this ticklish, too?" Chris asked, her hot breath in my ear as her fingers ran along the outline of my crotch. I couldn't even stop her because her leg was wedged firmly between my legs, leaving me open and defenseless.
"Yes, it's really ticklish; you mustn't touch me there; it's not clean," I gasped, feeling my heart beating rapidly as her fingers continued to finger there.
"Awe, ok, then I guess up here is fine?" Chris asked, and to my surprise, her other hand, which was under my body holding me around the diaphragm, went up and cupped my breast, a finger flicking my nipple through my shirt.
I left out an unexpected sound as she did so. Was that I moan? Did I just moan while she was touching me?
"Oh, you like that?" Chris asked, her face buried in my hair.
"Chris, stop teasing me; we really should sleep, please," I begged, feeling confused and hot and bothered.
Chris sighed, and her hands left my sensitive spots to clamp around my waist firmly.
"Gotchya, sorry, you're just too easy to play with," Chris mumbled into my hair.
"It's fine. I'm sorry I'm burdening you like this. I really am grateful that you let me bunk with you for a while," I replied.
There was silence in the room for a minute, and then Chris said, "The pleasure is all mine." She sighed, and the familiar soft snoring returned as she fell asleep, holding me close.