Lisha laughed as Sorrel finished up her story about getting in trouble for setting the top of a building on fire during an errant prank. Tears streamed down her face as she giggled at the image of Sorrel standing there, with a giant pair of tits scorched into the side of the building.
“… and then I had to repaint the entire thing by hand, no magic allowed.” Sorrel laughed. “Oh, Missy was pissed too since she got caught by the guards.”
“I thought she refused to help you.”
“Yes, but that doesn't matter when she was caught holding a paint brush in her hand.” Sorrel laughed. “Then she got caught summoning a sprite to paint which meant she had to do the entire other side too!”
Lisha giggled.
“We spent the entire summer break cleaning up that mess. She wasn't even allow to send a letter to explain why she didn't return home until we finished repairing the roof.”
Lisha grinned at the thought. She looked down at her plate, but it was wiped cleaned while they were talking. Even the desert and fruit were gone. She glanced around, but the rest of the hall was dark and empty.
Her smile faded.
Sorrel shrugged. “Everyone went home an hour or so ago.”
“Won't we get in trouble?”
“Why? I'm responsible for cleaning up. Not one gives ten year students flak.”
“Because you got in trouble earlier?”
Sorrel shook her head and stood up. She gathered up the dishes. “I volunteer for this. It gives me a chance to met our more shy students, break some ice, and maybe make a few new friends.”
Lisha joined her and together they walked the dishes back to the kitchen.
Sorrel dumped everything into the sink, then held up her hand. Runes floated from her hands as she whispered a string of arcane words. The runes grew brighter, connecting in a dizzying pattern. From the center, a stream of steam shot out and enveloped the sink.
Seconds later, they were putting away the cleaned but still hot plates.
Lisha felt a little humiliated with how easily Sorrel could use magic. There was elegance in her spell, a refinement and clarity that Lisha could only dream about. Not to mention, Sorrel was allowed to use magic freely outside of class, something the younger students were not.
Sorrel put away the last of the dishes and slammed the cabinet shut.
Lisha inched toward the door. “I-I should be heading back.”
Sorrel gave her a hard look. “Stay.”
For a moment, Lisha thought Sorrel meant something else, something erotic. Her thoughts instantly went down a path of her being dominated that brought back her blush to her cheeks and a warmth fluttering between her legs.
Sorrel interrupted that by grabbing a box of supplies for her room. “Come on, I'll walk you back. It's going to be cold and I'll keep you warm.”
Lisha's mouth opened as she fought with her libido and desire.
Sorrel winked at her as she walked past.
Lisha rushed to follow.
It was well after midnight as they walked along the path. With Sorrel's heat aura, the snow melted almost instantly and they walked along the steaming path as they made their way back. There wasn't even a hint of slickness or ice on the way.
Neither said anything until they reached the Lisha's dorm.
Lisha looked up at her window on the third floor. “Do you…”
The air felt tight with anticipation.
“Do you want to come up?”
Sorrel glanced at her window and then at her. She let out a sigh. “I better not.”
To her surprise, Lisha was disappointed. “Oh.”
Stepping over to the stair, Sorrel leaned over to set down the box. Her miniskirt rose up, revealing the pressed lines of her bare lips between her tight buttocks. She looked flushed below, her puffy lips almost red. Then she stood up and straightened her skirt.
Lisha flushed and looked away for a second.
Sorrel walked over to her and held her hand. “If I go up there, I think we're going to be doing something you don't want to do.”
The blush grew hotter. Suddenly, it didn't seem like a bad idea to be attracted to women. Lisha bit her lower lip.
“Trust me, you are absolutely adorable and I would eat you for breakfast.” Sorrel smiled brightly. “Then I'd probably make you eat me for lunch.”
“I-I….” Lisha whimpered as her body grew slick. Her pussy started to tingle.
Sorrel leaned forward and kissed her on the cheeks. “Good night, Sha.”
“Um… good night, Sorrel?”
“You can call me Rel, you know.”
“T-thank you. I will.”
Sorrel shoved her hand into the pocket of her miniskirt. The force pushed the waist down again and Lisha could see the line between Sorrel's leg and her crotch. Then she smiled brightly and strolled away.
Lisha took a deep breath. What was happening to her? She couldn't feel an aura of lust surrounding Sorrel, but why were the words making her hot? Was it the stories or was she interested in women and never realized it?
“Oh, Sha?” Sorrel's voice was playful but the predatory tone had come back.
It sent a pulse of longing that coursed between Lisha's clitoris up to her nipples. She shook as she turned to look at the upperclassman.
“If you ever change your mind, you know about girls, there is something else you can call me.”
Lisha took a deep breath as she fought the growing desire. “W-What?” her voice cracked.
“Just get on your knees and call me teacher.” The last word came out as Belish, Lisha's native tongue though Sorrel stumbled over the pronunciation. It was a word of respect and honor, a formality of an inferior speaking to a superior. In certain circles, it was also what a submissive would call their partner.
Lisha's knees wobbled as she stared at Sorrel, her mind spinning as images from the stories blurred with the vision of the woman before her. It was an intoxicating and confusing slurry of fantasies and desires.
Sorrel gave her one last wink before strolling away.
Lisha stared in shock and desire, unable to do anything until the last warm breeze faded away and she was alone in the cold dark before her dorm.