Ch 2.58:  Performance


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina was left staring at Carly while Flora tossed her bag onto the floor, kicking it over to the corner. Carly likewise stared back at ina, both of them stunned at the frankness of Flora’s exnation as to why they were there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And then Flora started unbuttoning her jacket, and both pairs of eyes turned back to her. “You can keep studying,” Flora said matter-of-factly. “Don’t let us bother you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“R— right,” Carly said, closing her book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Flora wasn’t even making a show out of it this time, and somehow that made it more eye catching. She was just shrugging her jacket off, discarding over to her bag, and then moving onto her boots, stripping down as if she didn’t have the magical ability to remove all of her clothes at once. The mundanity of it all somehow drove a heavier beating in ina’s heart, the slow, casual stripping of the girl as she slid off her boots, her socks, her tie.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You need help?” Flora asked, the question making ina’s face grow red.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No…” ina said, looking over to Carly. She’d been surprised to find her in the room, thought they might even need to change ns at first, but she was now realizing how silly that though had been. Carly waspletely engaged with the non-show in front of her, eyes glued to Flora as she started to unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her bare chest, braless as always. No Carly seemed more than fine in this moment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before ina even realized, Flora’s shirt was off, leaving her in just the deep blue uniform skirt. That didn’tst long either though, just a flick of Flora’s wrist causing the sp toe undone and the fabric unfurl onto the ground, a quick reveal that Flora hadn’t only not been wearing a bra, but no underwear at all. “Sure you don’t need help?” she said as she fell back onto ina’s bed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina’s only answer was a quick gulp, that and the quick movement to fumble her jacket open. She felt unnaturally rushed as Flora leaned back, stretching her arms up across the sheets, eyes sharp and inviting as ina dropped her jacket to the floor and moved towards her shoes. She could see Carly too out the corner of her eye, watching ina now almost intently as she had Flora, the only difference being the quick nces she made towards the already naked woman.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And somehow even <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400"> embarrassed ina. She was the one stripping, so shouldn’t Carly be looking at her? Of course she understood why, knew that if she had been the one to strip first it would’ve been reversed, but it still somehow amplified the mortifying feeling of stripping in front of her roommate, that she was doing it and Carly still was looking elsewhere anyway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Heart beating like she was in a race, she didn’t even bother to undo the buttons on her shirt other than the top ones, simply pulling the garment over her head and tossing it aside. Now in just the bra and skirt though, Carly’s attention was at least back on her in full.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And it was worse again, somehow even more embarrassing than the split attention? It was a different type of embarrassment than something like stripping for Tira’smands, the casual stripping to get ready for sex, sex she was about to have in front of her roommate. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I really need to make up my mind</i><span style="font-weight:400">, she thought as she pulled the sp of her bra apart, letting her breasts free to room, nipples standing up at attention in her excitement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Skirt and panties. She pulled both of them down in one motion, leaving her standing there naked in the middle of the room, her focus shifting away from herself and onto her audience again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And they were both touching themselves, Flora tantly rubbing between her folds, Carly subtly moving her hand under her nket. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I’m really about to do this,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> ina realized. She’d yed with Flora a bit in the grove in front of Tira and Carly, but that wasn’t what this was going to be, and ina herself had been dressed then as well. She went to cover herself, but with one hand over her chest and one covering her pussy, she found her fingers starting to move on their own, gently rubbing across her own are, gliding through her own already moist slit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know, we can put on a more entertaining show together,” Flora said, spreading her legs and sliding up ina’s bed. “I’m sure our audience will appreciate it.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Gods damn this woman,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> ina thought, unable to resist the call of Flora’s smile. She took onest look at Carly, wanting to make sure she was okay with what was going on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her worries were unfounded. Carly was staring like she was watching a y, hips and arm both moving away under her sheets, mouth wide as she panted. No, Carly was fine, so ina turned back towards Flora, dropping her arms and climbing onto the mattress, crawling over Flora’s body and letting her lips fall towards the girl’s soft smile.