Tiana was an addict.

A recovering one, two years sober, but still an addict. There was a part of her that would always feel the need to get high. Some days were worse than others.

This was a particularly bad day.

She had woke up late. Somehow her roommate's alarm clock had been knocked to the floor and broken the night before. She had to skip breakfast. Forgot her umbrella and got rained on. Showed up late to class and received a demerit. Completely bombed on her test. Then classes were canceled for the day of the day due to the tropical storm forecasted to hit the school. And hit it did, with Tiana still outside.

The rain was like a wall all around her, she couldn't see anything but the vaguest outline of the buildings. Still unfamiliar with the campus, she got turned around on her mad dash to the dorms, violin case over her head, and wind up at the auditorium instead.

She was dripping wet as the door shut behind her. The pounding rain was muffled and the only thing she could hear was her own panting breath.

She wanted a line of coke so bad just then.

Trying to force that ugly need down, Tiana climbed the steps to stage at the front of the building as lighting flashed and thunder crashed outside. She opened her case, removed her violin and bow, closed her eyes... and started to play.

The storm outside was matched only by the intensity of the endless melody that filled the auditorium inside. Tiana's need, an addicts need, transformed into a haunting, desperate melody that seemed too big to be coming from the dripping wet woman in the center of the stage. Tiana tried to play it out if her system, but the need only grew and so did her song. She felt a sob in her throat, and realized that the wetness on her face was no longer from rain alone.

A particularly loud crash of lighting and thunder hit, and the lights on the auditorium suddenly went out. With a gasp, Tiana stopped playing abruptly and opened her eyes to darkness. A heartbeat latter, the emergency lights kicked in, bathing the room in soft, sepia-toned illumination.

That was when Tiana saw the other woman on the stage, just as wet as she was.

Their eyes met.

Emilla isn't entirely certain how long she had been inside listening to the dark skinned girl playing. It had been quite lovely, a counterpoint to the tempest outside. Of course she's dripping wet, she'd been caught out in the same storm and her uniform is just as see through as the other student's. The blonde steps forwards once the playing stops, reaching up to gently pull the violin away and set it down very, very carefully in its case. She looks into Tiana's eyes, biting her lip...and then leaning in to kiss the dripping wet student.

There's no real thought to it, no real reason. She just looks so delicious dripping wet like that that Emilla simply has to have a taste of her. The problem is that a simple taste is not enough. She needs more...so much more than just a taste. She leans into the girl, pulling her close as her arms slide around her tightly. She doesn't even speak, fingers dropping down to start working on Tiana's skirt, hurrying to pull it off and toss it away.

Tiana had no idea who this woman was, and as she kissed her and pulled her close, she decided she didn't care. That need was still there, and if playing her violin would satisfy it, perhaps fucking a stranger would.

Tiana yeilded to the kiss, parting her lips so the woman's tongue might slide inside, and gripped her just as tightly as she was being gripped herself. She could hear herself already start panting, and when they other womanfinally got her skirt to slide to the floor, Tiana kicked it away before pulling just far enough back to attack the woman's blouse with a hard yank. Buttons went flying and clattered to the stage, but Tiana had already placed her face in the freshly revealed clevevage, lips and tounge teasing the sensative flesh there.

A loud gasp leaves the blonde as her blouse is simply ripped open, baring her chest to the darker skinned student...but she doesn't seem to care. Instead she slides her hands down, grasping at Tiana's ass and pulling her in close once more. She slides her other hand through the student's hair, holding her face to her chest and urging her on by reaching back to remove her bra, letting the undergarment fall to the ground.

She gives Tiana's blouse the same treatment, ripping the soaked bit of clothing from her upper body and shoving it back before focusing on her bra as well. She's determined to get the other student naked first now...just because that means she'll be able to show the slutty girl off...if anyone came to watch of course.

"Mmmnn..." she groans, the first real sound she's made since the two had met.

Now behind in their little race, Tiana lifted her face from the other woman's chest with a gasp that was mostly a moan. She allowed herself to grind her sex against the strangers thigh for a moment or two, then seized their skirt with both hands. A low hungry growl rumbled in her neck as she found the zipper there and yanked it down, no doubt bending a few teeth, but accomplishing her goal.

Tiana pulled free of the desperate embrace, smirking at the other woman with change in her eyes before falling to her knees, pulling the woman's skirt down to the floor with her. She then hurriedly placed her face in the woman's panty-clad crotch, nuzzling and teasing the growing wetness there, planning on toying with her partner before getting those panties out of the way for the main event.

Emilla slides her fingers into Tiana's hair, holding tightly as the other student begins to nuzzle and kiss her. She lets out a low moan and her free hand mover to push at her panties, her hips wiggling to get the frustrating piece if cloth off of her and out if the way entirely. Any thoughts about showing her new friend off quickly evaporate as she bares herself to the other student.

Yes. Was all Tiana found think as the other woman bared herself to her. It was less of a thought and more of feeling, of a twisting need finally filled. She pressed her face into her mystery lover's crotch inhaled deeply and set her tounge to work, sensually attacking the wetness she found there. She could feel the other woman's hands against back of her head, pushing her face into her sex. On her knees, shoved into the pussy of woman she didn't know so tight she found she barely breathe. Tiana felt so perfectly complete. This was were she belonged. The need was filled.

Without even being touched, Tiana came, screaming her pleasure into her lover's snatch even as she continued to eat her out.