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Billie: Bottom

Maggie: Top

Billie slumped back in her dorm room chair, the weight of her textbooks pressing down on her. The clock on her desk blinked 2:37 AM in the dim light. She rubbed her eyes, the letters on the page blurring together as exhaustion set in. Exams were looming, and the pressure was immense. She had always been a diligent student, but the relentless studying was wearing her down.

Her phone buzzed beside her, breaking the silence. She picked it up, a small smile creeping onto her face as she saw Maggie's name flash on the screen.

Maggie: Hey baby, how are you holding up?

Billie hesitated for a moment, not wanting to burden Maggie with her stress. But she knew she couldn't keep everything bottled up. Maggie had a way of making her feel better, of easing her worries even from miles away.

Billie: I'm so stressed, Mags. I feel like I'm drowning in all this work.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed again.

Maggie: Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry you're feeling that way. I wish I could be there to help you relax. Want to video chat?

Billie's heart skipped a beat. The thought of seeing Maggie's face, of hearing her soothing voice, was exactly what she needed. She quickly typed out her response.

Billie: Yes, please. I miss you.

Within minutes, Billie's laptop chimed, signaling an incoming video call. She clicked the accept button, and Maggie's face filled the screen. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, her tattoos and piercings standing out against her pale skin. She looked every bit the confident, rebellious woman Billie had fallen in love with.

"Hey, baby girl," Maggie said, her voice warm and affectionate. "You look exhausted."

Billie nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. "I am. This semester is killing me."

Maggie's expression softened, and she reached out as if to touch Billie through the screen. "I'm here now. Let me take care of you."

Billie's pulse quickened at the suggestion, a mix of anticipation and longing flooding her senses. "How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maggie's lips curled into a knowing smile. "How do you think, baby girl? You're going to be a good girl for Mommy, aren't you?"

Billie's breath hitched. She had always been shy, reserved in expressing her deepest desires. But with Maggie, she felt safe, seen, and understood. The gentle authority in Maggie's voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes, Mommy," Billie replied, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Good girl," Maggie purred. "Now, take off your clothes. I want to see all of you."

Billie hesitated for a moment, glancing around her dorm room as if someone might be watching. But she trusted Maggie, knew that this was a safe space. She stood up and slowly began to undress, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. She could feel Maggie's eyes on her, the heat of her gaze making her skin tingle.

"Such a pretty girl," Maggie murmured, her voice full of admiration. "Now, lie down on your bed and get comfortable."

Billie did as she was told, lying back on her bed, her body exposed to the cool air of her room. She could see the hunger in Maggie's eyes, the way her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. It sent a jolt of desire through her, making her wet with anticipation.