POV Narrator:
After a whole night in which Bernadette and Laura slept in the same bed for the first time, which was not very necessary since it was just to create two beds, but they slept together anyway, which made them very close, This was especially true about McLaren, who moved a lot during the night and was getting closer and closer to Cavendish until she got to the point where the two were curled up together, with the Irish girl being on the outside and the Scottish girl on the inside.
Sunday, September 27, 1987
The day was dawning in Luna Nova, the sun rays were beating on the windows of the dormitories, some students woke up, others just continued to sleep taking advantage that they could sleep a little more than usual, resting a little more in relation to a normal day, but when nine o'clock in the morning arrived, Bernadette woke up, she soon feels that she was holding Laura who had her arm around her waist and her hand on her belly almost reaching the Cavendish's intimate region, with that the Scot turns and wakes up McLaren who rubs her eyes as she wakes up, still a little groggy because of the effect of sleep and having just woken up.
POV Laura:
There was no need to wake me up that fucking early.... Hmmm... I was having such a nice sleep, I was touching the cabbage.... I am... Ahhhh almost playing the cabbage.... In real life... I quickly pull my hand away when I realize I was touching something hot which was her belly, right near her waist, if I went down any further I would end up touching bottom.
- Good morning - I say yawning and still very sleepy to Bern who turns to face me, our faces almost touching since we were lying facing each other so closely.... If I could kiss her... Bernadette is so cute, I think I've become gay for her.
- Good morning Laura, which hand is that girl? You pervert. Are you having impure thoughts at night? Just a reminder that I'm in the same bed as you, so control yourself, I don't want to be touched suddenly at night by a naughty girl who can't control herself.
- Ahem... I promise... - I say getting up and going to the bathroom to take a piss, I was still very sleepy, so I just went on automatic, without bothering anyone, so much that later I get out of there and go brush my teeth and wash my face. It was washing my face that I felt a little more awake, so much so that I went back to the room where the cabbage was with my arms crossed.
- Are you really awake now? Are you always like this? This way I don't think I'll sleep in the same bed with you again, I don't want to take that risk - she said with all her seriousness, but then she smiled and started to laugh a little? I thought it was cute.
- Oh... , it's not like I don't want to run... - Don't talk shit Laura! Oh fuck, I'm still sleepy and I can talk some shit on impulse, I hope she didn't hear anything, she fucking blushed... Fuck! I knew she would be like that...
- Yeah, Laura... Let's leave this for later, I'm going to get ready here, we still have a lot to talk about - she said and I just nodded my head... I think I'm getting more and more in love with this girl... Shit... I shouldn't stay like this, and I'll go to the wardrobe to get my uniform and change.
POV Bernadette:
Wow, that Laura is really naughty in the morning. I would love to experience more of her this way. It must be so good... I confess that that hand on my waist could be lowered a bit... I was about to put it inside my panties... Her warm, cuddly little hand... Stimulating my intimacy, putting me in another world... Hmmm... It would be so good... I confess it was a good idea to sleep with her... But I wish I could have slept in another way, but I can't, Laura is not my girlfriend, I still have to conquer her and she has to conquer me for that to happen.
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