Ch 1.42: ❤ Mutual

“Okay,” Carline said after Elaina declared her intentions. She expected Elaina to strip off more, but no, instead she just threw herself onto the bed, continuing to finger herself. It was driving Carline wild, both the sight and the feeling. Carline could sense Elaina’s arousal through [Health], and it felt like the feeling was leaking out of her aspect into her own body.

“Can I tell you what happened now?” Elaina asked.

“Yeah,” Carline said, standing up. She wasn’t exactly mad that Elaina had stopped stripping. There was something about the girl laying there, completely bottomless while she masturbated, only that transparent shirt and bowtie up top. Carline had imagined being able to see through someone’s clothes her entire life, and with her new friend she was finally getting to satisfy that urge guilt free again for once—sometimes without even using her class, apparently.

“I went to her room. She invited me up, started stripping her clothes off.” Prisma stripping? Stars, Carline was jealous. What she wouldn’t have given to have seen that. She fidgeted her hands in her jacket pocket, trying to keep them occupied. “She took her jacket off, then her skirt, then her boots. Told me I should start stripping too.”

An idea popped into Carline’s head. But am I brave enough to do? They both would be. “Uhm, you— you mean like this?” She started unbuttoning her jacket, working it off her shoulders and placing it on her bed. She felt herself burning bright red as she stood up and unhooked her skirt, pulling it off and placing it with her jacket before bending over and undoing her shoes.

“Yeah, just like that.” Elaina was lying of course. Carline had tights on, her legs still completely covered. She’d always been embarrassed about wearing skirts, about the size of her thighs, and she’d done her best to hide them. She’d done almost everything she could to reduce the amount of people that would see any part of her legs, even going as far as changing in the bathroom stalls when showering to reduce the amount of people that would see her in a towel.

She thought about their time in the dungeon, about her robes, the robes I ripped apart. Elaina hadn’t seen everything of course, but more than Carline would let most anyone else see, more than she’d shown anyone else except one. And that was alright, wasn’t it?

“I mean, uhm she probably wasn’t wearing tights though, right?” Why was Carline asking that. She knew the answer already. I’m not asking for confirmation; I’m asking for permission.

Elaina shook her head, eyes pleading. “No, she wasn’t.”

Carline just nodded, reaching to the garment’s waistband. I’m really doing this. I’m brave, just like her! She pulled them down, smile growing on her burning face. Is this how they feel when they do it? Probably not quite the same for Elaina, at least. Carline was getting turned on, yes, getting embarrassed, yes, but not turned on from getting embarrassed, right? The embarrassment wasn’t something Carline actually wanted, was something she wanted to get over, to an extent, but overall? This is nice.

After peeling off her tights, Carline went to cover her panties. Prisma probably isn’t wearing such revealing underwear either. They were simple, white, cotton, and scandalously small, just a small triangle in front and a thin string in the back, a string Carline definitely wasn’t ready for Elaina to see. It wasn’t that Carline wanted to wear skimpy underwear, it’s just what was most comfortable when she was already wearing tights.

But no, this wasn’t fair. Three. Elaina was showing everything to her, had already shown everything to her multiple times. Two. And here Carline was, covering her underwear while she had on a full shirt and bra both. One. She pulled her hands off her crotch, crossing them behind her back and blushing more, feeling the dampness grow between her legs. Stars, I’m wearing white down there too.

And Elaina stared up at her, in… awe? Was that the look? Wide eyes, open mouth, heavy breathing. Carline couldn’t remember ever being looked at quite like this.

“You know,” Elaina said, panting in between her words. “Prisma. She wasn’t— She took off her tie, unbuttoned her top button.”

“Right.” That was where this was going, after all. Had Elaina and Prisma really… That fast? It would explain why Elaina was hungry for more, at the least. And was Carline ready to go there too? “So, more like this?”

Carline pulled at her tie, letting it fall to the ground, then went to unbutton the top of her shirt. Just the one button though? She looked down, seeing how little that revealed on her. Prisma was probably showing more cleavage, right? That’s just how a smaller chest would work. She fumbled her way out of two more buttons, anxiety welling as she did. She was even less willing to show her boobs than her legs. It was just so lewd for her massive breasts to be revealed at all.

But Elaina seemed to be enjoying it. She was leaning up, eyes glued to Carline’s chest while she played with herself down below, one hand rubbing inside, one hand rubbing outside. “Gods Carline, you’re so beautiful.” Carline looked away, crossing her arms in front of herself again. She didn’t really understand it, why someone with a body as perfect as Elaina would want to look at her, but… It makes me happy.

Carline wasn’t fine with just happy anymore though; she wanted to be in bliss, so she lowered her arms. “What happened next?”

Elaina blinked, looking back up at Carline and blushing again, even deeper. “Carline, it was mortifying…” She stood up, standing next to her bed. “She pushed her dry clothes in my hands, told me to get dressed… She was just trying to replace my uniform, cause she saw me soaked, with the only dry one she still had.”

“Oh,” Carline said, heart seeming to stop. “So, you two didn’t…”

Elaina shook her head, smiling. “I thought we were. Then I got flustered, started walking back, tripped like this.” Elaina made an exaggerated fall, pretending to slip on her skirt as she crawled onto the floor and opened her legs, the pink lips between them spreading out, glistening. “I actually fucking fell like this, Carline. Right in front of her.”

Carline’s heart was racing again. There had been a moment of disappointment, realization that this little recreation of theirs wasn’t heading to something more, but Carline could get behind this, Elaina splayed out on the floor almost completely naked, face so red it looked like it had stolen the rest of the body’s blood.

“It was humiliating, Carline,” Elaina said, one hand going back to rub herself as the other started unbuttoning the middle buttons of her shirt, sliding inside of it to rub her nipple. “I was so fucking worked up, still am worked up. I wanted to show her this, show her everything.”

Elaina turned over, displaying her wonderfully round, plump rear, still bright red and stinging with pain that Carline could vaguely sense with her aspect. “She saw my ass, what Tira did to me,” Elaina said as she pushed herself up, kneeling with her back to Carline. She held herself on just her knees and one hand, the other going in between her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart, barely even playing with them, just spreading them for the show.

As Elaina moaned out, Carline felt sorry for Prisma, the poor girl who wouldn’t get to see this, hear this. Elaina leaned over, resting her head on the ground as she thrust her butt up towards Carline even more, fingers starting to delve deep inside her sex.

It was finally too much, too engaging to just watch. Carline’s own hand went into her underwear, feeling her already wet slit and rubbing her fingers over it, the edge finally starting to come off at the touch. She’d needed this earlier, after having seen Elaina and Prisma in those wet shirts outside, but she hadn’t had the time to take care of herself in the shower. She’d been worried about Elaina then, but now that she knew everything was okay it was safe to indulge a little, right?

She went to massage her breast with her other hand, digging into the soft flesh with her fingertips. She wanted to do more, touch more, but Elaina could turn around at any moment, and she wasn’t ready to show that. Not yet, anyway.

“Carline, this is so embarrassing,” Elaina forced between moans, shaking on her knees.

“You’re so hot,” was all Carline could manage back, huffing as she tried to suppress her own cries of pleasure.

“I really—uhn—appreciate you. Even with Tira, I, I don’t think I could debase myself like this, not of my own volition, without being ordered to.”

That uhn, that squeak, was like music. “I appreciate you too,” Carline said, chest heaving as she collapsed back down on her bed.

Elaina was shaking now, those uhns growing in volume, pitch, and frequency as she ground her hips into her own hand, gyrating her butt through the air for Carline’s viewing pleasure. “Carline, I— Fuck!” If there was music before, the cry Elaina let out now was a symphony, echoing through the room as she convulsed on the floor.

“Ugh!” Carline shouted, unable to hold back her moans anymore as she watched Elaina squirm on the floor in ecstasy. Her own orgasm rushed through her like a wildfire, inflaming every part of her body as she felt Elaina’s orgasm through her aspect too. Gods, I love my life, she thought as the two of them finished themselves off, Elaina finally slowing down and collapsing onto the floor entirely, eyes turning back up to her roommate.

Carline was embarrassed, feeling herself growing flush again as Elaina watched, but she didn’t stop rubbing herself through her underwear. “That was great.” And I don’t want it to end.

“Feeling’s mutual.” Elaina said, legs quivering as she stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt. “You know, there’s something you and I have to make right.”