The thin rays of the morning sun pierce the darkness through the small openings in her curtains. A weak moan left Vera's lips as she felt her belly quake and flutter. Her thighs rub together to feel juices soaking her panties and inner thighs. The dream felt so vivid, so real that the Head Girl had climaxed three times during her slumber.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air as she rolled over and felt a warm body pressed to her own. She had nearly forgotten that Cala had spent the night with her due to the punishment session. Vera looked down to see the Arab sleeping peacefully. Shaking her head slightly, she sighed and lets herself sink back into the mattress. An arm gently wrapped around the student's body as she pulled herself closer.

It was not often she had someone in her bed. The warmth was comforting. Despite the woman being nothing but trouble, she lets her eyes close as she held Cala close. Just a few more minutes, she will remain the Queen and this one her slave.

Maybe it was the small shaft of light that crossed my face that lifted me from my slumber. Perhaps it was the warm body beside me. Maybe the dream.

What a dream…I remembered so few of them, but this one was still vivid. A slave, I had been a slave and relished it, enjoyed giving everything to my queen. God the pleasure I had felt. I never wanted that to fade.

But fade it did as the cobwebs of sleep slid from my brain. The sheets were silk..or satin and warm and comfortable. A body lay next to mine…hand, arm, pulling me closer. Even slightly sleep addled I found it strange that I awaken in a bed not my own.

My body was sore…and sensitive in so many places. Had the dream been true? Tender nipples felt even the soft sheet against them.

I was naked…not such a strange thing for there were times I might sleep this way. But naked in the bed of another? The lingering tang of alcohol was not upon my mouth. No, my tongue ran its way along my lips, no, but sex was. In fact the bed smelled of sex and love. Dream?

With sore muscles protesting I moved, rolled till I could see my bedmate.

“Vera?” I whispered. I had longed for this. I had fantasized about this. But this? It had happened? The dream…this cold hearted bitch that did the things she did to others was like the best sex I had ever had? That she was soo warm…and…and…and I had been her slave?

It was a part, it was a dream I remind myself feeling her move against me like a satisfied lover would. Perhaps the sudden tension in my body is what brings her eyes open, soft eyes, half lidded. It is her. Did we…did we really do what I think we did?

“Vera?” But now I know it is here and the question in my head has changed.

"Hmm..." Vera stirred from Cala's voice. She was only spared a few more minutes of precious sleep before the student began to stir in her arms. Seems her pet was awake. A pity she did not have such loyalty in reality. But it did feel good having the troublesome brat at her every beck and call.

Sighing softly, the Head Girl sat up. She was still dressed in her nightgown, giving her some level of modesty unlike the woman next to her. "Seems you are awake," Vera said cooly, "I trust you rested well enough." Back to reality again. No longer a Queen but still a Head Girl, she smoothed her gown as she stretched her body gently.

"Do you feel better now?" she asked. The reason for being her bed was due to the punishment nearly traumatizing the poor woman. It would do no good if her prefect was completely shattered from the experience. "My apologies, I tried to correct you with my methods but the staff were not pleased with your behavior. Your punishment is out of my hands."

My queen arose. I could still see her in my dream, and now…now my eyes rested upon the softly wrapped body that clung to my mind’s eye. It was, well…befuddling to say the least.

“We…I mean…like…did” I gestured then drew the soft sheet back across my naked torso, the rubbing of its passing upon my nipples once more reminding me how tender my body remained. My body…my nose told me the story of our night as much as the dream did.

“Us?” I looked at her with a raised brow…saw the dancing lights in tired eyes

“really….like…you are like “ I could not let it go, could not get rid of that giddy fulfilled feeling that left me so quenched and…and tugged at me for more. Fuck, the way my body felt right there and then I would not survive another encounter, if that is really what had happened. Yet I wanted it…wanted it with all my being and that was really scary.

“That was punishment? Oh fuck no…that was bliss…” I sank bank in the bed and relaxed. No matter if Vera was getting all uptight again.

“Shit Vera, though…though I’m not no slave so long as we have that straight. “ I looked at her…unsure what really had happened and what had me on edge and in bliss all at the same time. I could not shake the feeling more was going on her than I really understood and that had never been something I liked.

Vera was rather confused by Cala's reaction. It was not until the mention of slavery did managed to filter some sort of reason out of this mess. Did the woman have the same dream as her? Perhaps the acts of that angelic monster were to blame. Or it could have something silly such as fate.

Sighing softly, she shook her head. "We did not have sex," she replied bluntly, "You came begging to spend the night here because of your punishment and we went to bed after your shower. Nothing more than that." Vera did not want to rain on Cala's parade but it was a matter than needed to be set straight. In reality this woman was still nothing but trouble and on thin ice. With the Arab's loose tongue, she wanted to end all rumors here and now.

"And I suggest you not refer to your time in the basement as bliss," she continued, "Lest you want the staff to try harder next time. And do watch your language. This is my home afterall." The Head Girl stepped into the kitchen to prepare herself a meal. She had a feeling she was going to regret showing this mercy to Cala. The woman really was taking far more than what was given.

Oh….so that was how it was going down. The best night of sex she ever had and Vera was going to claim it was all a dream. Yet here she was, reeking of the scent of sex, private parts of her tender to the slightest touch in Vera’s bed.

Basic math said one and one equals two. Vera one….Cala one…sex two. Not that they didn’t have problems and with Vera wondering off instead of discussing it she was right back to were there relationship seemed to dwell…not good.

She could throw out a bone…be nice for a change. Vera did deserve that for letting her sleep with her. And it had been fun.

“Ok…whatever you say, no sex, none at all…zip…none, and this taste on my lips is my imagination because we both know I have an overactive one and am a pain in the ass…oh…sorry, your house…your rules…so let me find my clothes and I’ll get out of your hair till the next time we don’t have sex my queen….” I giggled…me the slave…next time I got to be the queen.

“ohhhh” my legs hurt…well inner thighs hurt..moving hurt….god I hoped I could walk. “I got hit by a freight train….your right sex does not leave one feeling like this unless it is really good sex I suppose.” It was an offhand compliment and if she wanted to play this way fine. Who knows, there might have been something buried in some rules that said she could not have fellow students in her bed. Yeah, admin might frown on it so I might as well play nice if I was ever going to be queen in our next session.

"Do not mock me," she replied, her eyes narrowing as she looked back at Cala, "Look, I do not know what happened. But i can assure you that we did nothing but went to bed. My body... The smell... I had a dream and... Well you know how some dreams feel so real that they..." She sighed and shook her head, "It does not matter now. Believe what you want."

Her own sex was still quivering with anticipation. The end of the dream left her completely heated and on edge since her slave practically fainted from the overstimulation. She would need to spend some time alone in the shower this morning in order to get some much needed relief.

Things seemed to be back to normal. She wanted the annoying pest gone. The Head Girl had more important things to do besides be taunted all day. "But I can say that if you are so tired from a wet dream," she said suddenly, "Then I doubt you will last long enough satisfy your clients in the porn business much less myself." She smirked slyly before disappearing into the kitchen.

"You may clean yourself up before you leave if you like," she called out, "But please do not leave a mess." Could not have her student wandering around with the stench of sex about her afterall.

For all my life I could not figure Vera out. One minute ice princess..the next the appearance of an offer. An offer I might take if for nothing else to discover if what I had dreamed was real.

“I’m sorry…nothing was meant as mocking..I…I well just trying to figure things out and sorry if we both had a similar dream and it was great sex…well mine was…wasn’t yours…I mean…would you want me to see if I could satisfy you like …well like I did in my dream?” it was a stupid thing to say. Yeah…stupid…

“Sorry…I…I will go. “ I could stand…and a school uniform, neatly arranged and pressed hung from a hanger on the back of the semi open door. No sash on that one…shoes, socks…bra…undies all neatly folded on the chair next to it.

Dream my ass….probably arranged my uniform when she had gotten out her nightie. I was not that neat. Still If she wanted it a dream then the least I could do was oblige her for the pleasure she had given me and stay nice and quite from here on out …unless of course she actually wanted my company.

Cala was an exotic beauty to say the least. But everything else about the woman drove Vera up the walls. There was no reason to get one's self in so much trouble. To even be remotely involved with such a bad apple would only cause harm to them both. Until the day comes when the brat learns to follow the rules, then perhaps that barrier between the two can finally come down.

As much as her body tingled with anticipation, she said nothing to the question and offer being made. She may be hated but that was nothing new to her especially involving that particular woman. If Cala cannot see more than two feet infront of her and figure it out then there was no point in getting one's hopes up. The only time they may be together is when she must strike down the rebellious girl once more.

When Cala entered the shower to either clean, change or both, she sighed softly as she pulled another plate from the cupboard. When the woman was finished in the bathroom, Vera would be sitting at the table eating breakfast. A plate of warm food would be waiting at the chair opposite to where she sat. Pest or not, the woman was still a guest.

Under the pounding hot water I could feel my aching muscles recover at least a little strength. Even then the shower was short. My tummy loudly protesting the lack of nourishment. I could feel the need to eat in my weak knees. Whatever had gone on last night had taken every spare ounce of energy out of me and right now I was coasting, barely making it.

Fingers did not linger long upon my body. Parts of me had obviously been well used and needed a rest. Going by the dream last night I had little doubt who had gotten me to this point. But if she wanted to deny it then I would play along…would try to be good and do what I was supposed to if only to have another night in the future that was half as good.

Quickly I worked to make sure I was properly attired as the scent of home cooking seeped around the edges of the door. My already overtaxed tummy rebelled on me, the nausea spinning my world so I had to sit upon the toilet and hold on for a moment.

I had to eat….had to. Best go now.

I left the bathroom that was as big as my entire dorm room and proceeded to walk by the little kitchenette spying Vera at her table.

“Umm…I will be “ I paused. A second table setting…and plate…pancakes….that was what I was smelling, and bacon…my tummy heaved.

“Oh ..oh….umm…you are like awesome.” I hugged her from behind, smelled her scent and a flash of heat took me as I recalled that smell form my dreams. Like a rush it came on…knew it intimately. Sliding around her…sliding into the seat and setting in upon the plate of food like a starving girl in a room of sweets.

“I’ll do the dishes…really. Thanks…you are …well..swell. and…and I will try. I really will. Rather rub my dad’s nose in the dirt by doing something right than continually fucking up even if it means he was right to send me here. Thanks”

She heard the woman leave the bathroom and speak up only to stop. Vera jolts slightly as the Arab woman suddenly wrapped her arms around her body. Cala stumbled over her words as if this was the first act of kindness done by the Head Girl. It was more like the third or fourth act.

"You are a guest," she said with a sigh, "A troublesome guest but still a guest. It would be rude to let you leave hungry."

At least Cala was sounding a bit more sincere with this claim of improving herself. But she had heard most of this all before. At least the woman will clean the dishes for her. An act of kindness from the Arab was just as rare as it was from Vera.

Vera finished her meal first and rose to her feet. Taking the woman's word for it, she left the plate on the table as she moved to take her turn in the shower. The Head Girl had alot of tension to release before the day starts. Perhaps this encounter will hopefully make their encounters together a bit more bearable, hopefully.

Ok...I wanted to say something, but it is impolite to talk with your mouth full, and well, I wanted my mouth full. I wanted my tummy full. It was like I had not eaten for an entire week. When I finally came up for air she was gone, the water running in the tub gone.

Fine, the ice princess was back. Eat, do the dishes…listen to the water run…leave. But I couldn’t just leave…nah. What was the fun in that.

Paper..pen…nice letters, big fun swooshy letters on her nice parchment paper. One had to see if she would remain forever the ice princess. I folded the notes, stuck them in various place…drawers, books, the frig…and one…only one on the frig.


Vera,

Thanks for a night to remember…hugs and kisses

Cala

She’d eventually run across them all. But till then everyday might hold a special surprise…..I fairly chuckled as I took the lift downwards to my own floor. The kitchen would be immaculate, not even she would find fault with it. At least I hoped.