A college student with jittery nerves wakes in the morning to find herself in her bed... wrapped around her best friend! A ~6500 word lesbian short story Christina Devoir thinks she's finally conquered her anxiety after several semesters of speech classes and socialization, and goes up in front of a crowd to prove it. Her heart soars with hope as she unfolds her speech, but all does not go as planned, and after endless embarrassment, tears, and shame, she becomes trapped hours away from home, in tears, with no ride and broken pride. Yet her best friend and roommate, Yvonne Teka, is no stranger to long midnight drives for a friend's sake, with a lead foot and a soft spot for cute little blondes in trouble. Whisking Christa back to their apartment, the two of them end up falling asleep, curled together in the same bed. Yvonne, her knight in shining armor, looks so beautiful in the morning light... but can Christa conquer her fear and self-doubt, or will she end up atop that stage all over again? This was not part of the plan. This wasn't part of any plan, in fact. Neither of them had given any serious thought to the other... just fleeting, (relatively) innocent fantasies. But with Christa there tucked against her neck, little breaths shallow and quick, hands hooked around her hips; with Yvonne there, arms around her, normally nonchalant face scrunched with concern, dark eyes searching desperately for some hint or hope of lifting Christa's spirits... it was too much. Instinct took the place of discretion. And instinct was not ready to release the reins. Christa opened her eyes and looked up at Yvonne, hesitant about what she'd just done. "Was that...?" The uncertainty in her eyes was replaced with a sudden determination and eagerness. "Yvonne... you're so beautiful." Her kisses became less chaste, more aggressive, if somewhat clumsy. Rising from her almost laying position to push herself over Yvonne, she fumbled awkwardly with her hands, wrapping them around Yvonne's shoulders and waist. There was a savagery to her that neither of them knew existed before; a deep-seated urge in her to take Yvonne like a tiger takes her prey, to see Yvonne pinned beneath her, writhing in agony, begging for mercy... when there would be none.