Ch 1.42: Mutual
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Okay,” Carline said after ina dered her intentions. She expected ina 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 ina’s arousal through [Health], and it felt like the feeling was leaking out of her aspect into her own body.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Can I tell you what happened now?” ina asked.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Yeah,” Carline said, standing up. She wasn’t exactly mad that ina had stopped stripping. There was something about the girlying there,pletely 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 ss, apparently.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“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 upied. “She took her jacket off, then her skirt, then her boots. Told me I should start stripping too.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">An idea popped into Carline’s head. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">But am I brave enough to do? They both would be. <span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Uhm, you— you mean like this?” She started unbuttoning her jacket, working it off her shoulders and cing it on her bed. She felt herself burning bright red as she stood up and unhooked her skirt, pulling it off and cing it with her jacket before bending over and undoing her shoes.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Yeah, just like that.” ina was lying of course. Carline had tights on, her legs stillpletely 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.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">She thought about their time in the dungeon, about her robes, <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">the robes I ripped apart.<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> ina hadn’t seen <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">everything<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> of course, but more than Carline would let most anyone else see, more than she’d shown anyone else except one. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">And that was alright, wasn’t it?
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“I mean, uhm she probably wasn’t wearing tights though, right?” Why was Carline asking that. She knew the answer already. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">I’m not asking for confirmation; I’m asking for permission.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">ina shook her head, eyes pleading. “No, she wasn’t.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">Carline just nodded, reaching to the garment’s waistband. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">I’m really doing this. I’m brave, just like her! <span style="vertical-align:baseline">She pulled them down, smile growing on her burning face. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Is this how they feel when they do it? Probably not quite the same for ina, at least.<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> Carline was getting turned on, yes, getting embarrassed, yes, but not turned on <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">from <span style="vertical-align:baseline">getting embarrassed, right? The embarrassment wasn’t something Carline <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">actually<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> wanted, was something she wanted to get over, to an extent, but overall? <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">This is nice.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">After peeling off her tights, Carline went to cover her panties. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Prisma probably isn’t wearing such revealing underwear either. <span style="vertical-align:baseline">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 ina to see. It wasn’t that Carline <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">wanted<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> to wear skimpy underwear, it’s just what was mostfortable when she was already wearing tights.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">But no, this wasn’t fair. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Three.<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> ina was showing everything to her, had already shown everything to her multiple times. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Two.<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> And here Carline was, covering her underwear while she had on a full shirt and bra both. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">One. <span style="vertical-align:baseline">She pulled her hands off her crotch, crossing them behind her back and blushing more, feeling the dampness grow between her legs. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Stars, I’m wearing white down there too.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">And ina 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.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“You know,” ina said, panting in between her words. “Prisma. She wasn’t— She took off her tie, unbuttoned her top button.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Right.” That was where this was going, after all. Had ina and Prisma really… That fast? It would exin why ina was hungry for more, at the least. And was Carline ready to go there too? “So, more like this?”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">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. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Prisma was probably showing more cleavage, right? That’s just how a smaller chest would work. <span style="vertical-align:baseline">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 <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">lewd <span style="vertical-align:baseline">for her massive breasts to be revealed at all.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">But ina seemed to be enjoying it. She was leaning up, eyes glued to Carline’s chest while she yed 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 ina would want to look at her, but… <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">It makes me happy.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">Carline wasn’t fine with just happy anymore though; she wanted to be in bliss, so she lowered her arms. “What happened next?”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">ina 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 rece my uniform, cause she saw me soaked, with the only dry one she still had.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Oh,” Carline said, heart seeming to stop. “So, you two didn’t…”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">ina shook her head, smiling. “I thought we were. Then I got flustered, started walking back, tripped like this.” ina 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.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">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, ina syed out on the floor almostpletely naked, face so red it looked like it had stolen the rest of the body’s blood.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“It was humiliating, Carline,” ina 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.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">ina turned over, disying 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,” ina 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 ying with them, just spreading them for the show.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">As ina moaned out, Carline felt sorry for Prisma, the poor girl who wouldn’t get to see this, hear this. ina 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.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">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 toe off at the touch. She’d needed this earlier, after having seen ina 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 ina then, but now that she knew everything was okay it was safe to indulge a little, right?
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">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 ina could turn around at any moment, and she wasn’t ready to show that. Not yet, anyway.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Carline, this is so embarrassing,” ina forced between moans, shaking on her knees.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“You’re so hot,” was all Carline could manage back, huffing as she tried to suppress her own cries of pleasure.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“I really—<span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">uhn<span style="vertical-align:baseline">—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.”
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">That <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">uhn<span style="vertical-align:baseline">, that squeak, was like music. “I appreciate you too,” Carline said, chest heaving as she copsed back down on her bed.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">ina was shaking now, those <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">uhns <span style="vertical-align:baseline">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 ina let out now was a symphony, echoing through the room as she convulsed on the floor.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Ugh!” Carline shouted, unable to hold back her moans anymore as she watched ina squirm on the floor in ecstasy. Her own orgasm rushed through her like a wildfire, inming every part of her body as she felt ina’s orgasm through her aspect too. <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">Gods, I love my life, <span style="vertical-align:baseline">she thought as the two of them finished themselves off, ina finally slowing down and copsing onto the floor entirely, eyes turning back up to her roommate.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">Carline was embarrassed, feeling herself growing flush again as ina watched, but she didn’t stop rubbing herself through her underwear. “That was great.” <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">And<span style="vertical-align:baseline"> <span style="font-style:italic;vertical-align:baseline">I don’t want it to end.
<span style="vertical-align:baseline">“Feeling’s mutual.” ina said, legs quivering as she stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt. “You know, there’s something you and I have to make right.”