Despite her new method being quiet, Nami was acutely aware that her fingers were now slippery with her juices and that she wouldn’t be able to last much longer. She lasted an embarrassingly short time and thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t a squirter, given the explosive orgasm that was about to rock her entire body (and given the fact that she was still wearing pants).
Soon, Nami felt an almost alien force of pleasure wreck through her, through wave after wave. She had to clench her jaw and mash her lips together to hold back on making any sounds, but as she felt a tidal wave of naughty bliss blast through her from her cunt outwards, she couldn’t help but emit a sharp, “Aah!”
At once, she quickly removed her hand and moved down to her knee. She felt a flashlight’s beam envelop her, seeing the beam hitting the floor around her. “Are you okay?” came the panicked whisper of Tyler.
“I’m fine, I just stubbed my toe,” she responded, trying (and failing) to make her voice not quiver. She was still feeling mild waves of orgasmic bliss flowing through her, even at that point. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”
“I shouldn’t have kept the lights off for so long, I’m the one who should be sorry,” Tyler replied. He evidently mistook her quivering voice for pain, and his own voice was quivering too, reflecting some kind of worry for her. Nami smiled to herself at how sweet that was, before feeling guilty for what she had done.
She turned around to look at the two. Zoe was now beside him, clearly indicating that they should all go on. “What about the sound?” Nami asked breathlessly.
“It went quiet a bit ago, I was just being cautious,” Tyler replied. “Stay on your toes though, they could have been footsteps. If I say lights out again, lights out.”
“Should we maybe get out of here?” Zoe asked, her voice also reflecting unease.
“Nah, c’mon. We said we were going to check out the north end! Unless you two wanted to make three trips out here.” Tyler grinned at the two girls and pressed on, leaving Zoe and Nami to shrug at each other and follow him.
Once Nami’s orgasm calmed down fully (which frankly took around two whole minutes), she felt deep shame at what she had done. Not only did she ignore danger and risk her friends’ well-being by assuming there was no harm and playing with herself until she audibly came, but she also… masturbated in front of her friends. Sure, they didn’t know, but that was still really weird, and kind of uncalled for. Should she apologize?
Of course not. That would have required her explaining what she was apologizing for, and knowing Tyler, she’d never live it down. She appreciated that she could trust Tyler, and knew that he would never be a creep about it – in years of friendship he never made a pass at either of them that wasn’t a clear joke, so he knew how to have female friends without being a dick – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be crude in other ways, and she wasn’t ready to get teased for years about this.
Not to mention, Nami was sure that in most circumstances, she wouldn’t have done what she did. She seriously had to keep herself in check from this point forward.
***
Nami and Zoe rarely hung out together without Tyler, so Zoe’s request came across to Nami as a bit surprising. Nothing too crazy, but usually, it was during those times when Zoe was actually pissed at Tyler but still wanted to charge her social batteries or something.
As soon as Tyler ran off to catch his bus, Nami couldn’t help but ask Zoe. “Are you mad at him?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
Zoe stared at her. “No more than usual, why?”
“Oh, I was just wondering,” replied Nami. “Normally if you’re excluding Tyler, it’s because he did something to cheese you off or something.”
“Nah,” Zoe waved her off. “I just thought, you know, it’s been way too long since it’s been you and me! Plus, I got some fucking amazing mozza sticks I wanna try.”
Nami smiled. Both Zoe and Nami loved baked mozzarella sticks, but the lactose-intolerant Tyler complained loudly whenever they ate them while hanging out. Without much more convincing, the two set off for Zoe’s house, and before long, they were in her room, listening to IU and chowing down on mozzarella sticks.
“You’re right,” Nami said between bites. “These are so good!”
Zoe gently tore one apart with her two hands in front of them. “Ooh, look at the steam coming off of that one!” she remarked, before stuffing it in her mouth. The two smiled and ate, enjoying the food and each other’s company.
It was nice to have this time away from her thoughts. Nami was masturbating way too much lately, which she quickly attributed to being alone too often during a very hormonal time. It was clear the inciting incident was smelling Jeremy’s stupid cologne in the mall, which set off a whole new wave of lust for him. Even now, as she was having fun with her friend, she was squeezing her thighs together, thinking of him every so often. Having so many hormones wasn’t fun, especially when you were a boy-crazy quiet girl.
She envied Zoe, who was able to be cool and calculated, both in a crisis and when faced with her desires. She had one boyfriend throughout high school that Nami could remember, and she had to let them know he was her boyfriend since there was no PDA or kissing or anything that happened outside of closed doors. They didn’t last long, and according to Zoe, it was because she discovered he was “too boring” for her.
“I wish I was like you,” Nami remarked out loud, out of nowhere.
Zoe looked at her curiously. “In what way?”
“Just, like… every way,” Nami admitted. “Okay, so you know Jeremy?”
“Roberts?”
“No, the other one.”
Zoe thought for a bit. “I don’t know his last name, but… popular guy? Shaggy hair? Dumbass grin?”
“Yeah, that’s him,” Nami quietly admitted.
“You had a thing for him, right?” Zoe asked.
“Have. Still have it,” Nami half-laughed. “I just can’t get him out of my head.”
Zoe laughed. “Nami, you need to let him go. You can’t go out with a guy if he doesn’t even know you exist. Or did you fall for a guy that knows your name this time?”
Nami blushed. “That’s what I’m saying! You’re so calm and… able to be your own person. I feel like I’m always obsessing over some boy that wouldn’t even notice if I died or something. I just wish I didn’t… feel like this all the time. And the feelings are getting stronger.”
Zoe raised an eyebrow at that last point, but said nothing.
Nevertheless, Nami went on. “You’re just so cool and collected, and I admire you so much, and… I’m grateful you’re my friend. I know who to look up to now. I’m really glad you and Tyler are my friends, so I can learn to follow your example and have friends without feeling, like, weird and like I need something more or something.”
Zoe was looking away at this point. “Wow,” she simply said with a bit of a dry voice.
Instantly, Nami recoiled. “I’m sorry, was I being rude?”
“No, no, you’re fine, you just… I’m… I’m amazed how difficult you just made this,” Zoe said plainly.
Nami looked at her friend, confused. “What do you mean?”
Zoe chuckled. “Yeah, what do I mean?” she repeated, as if she was sharing a joke with herself. “Of course you don’t get it. So, uh, Nami, don’t get me wrong, I also wanted to hang out with you, but there’s, uh, something you should probably know, and I’m letting you know this because I’m your friend and friends are honest with each other and I want to make sure I communicate everything with you.”
“Okay…” Nami replied slowly and quietly.
“So, uh… oh my God, this is hard…” Zoe stumbled over her words, starting to blush. “D-do you remember, last time we were in the mall, and we turned off the flashlights?”
Nami blushed, remembering what she was doing when the lights were off. “Yeah,” she replied uneasily.
“There was a long pause there, right?” Zoe continued.
“Mhm,” Nami replied, feeling her pussy twitch, thinking of her masturabting right there in front of them. ‘Not now,’ she scolded herself. As much as her horniness was trying to distract her even now, she was deathly afraid of Zoe admitting she knew what Nami did or something.
Zoe breathed deeply a couple times, and shut her eyes slowly. “Tyler and I were making out,” she blurted out.
“What?!” Nami asked in disbelief.
“Tyler and I were making out,” she repeated, with the same urgency and tone as the first time she said it. Her eyes were still closed.
“Are you two…” Nami trailed off.
Zoe’s eyes shot open. “No, that’s the crazy thing! All this week we’ve been trying to figure out what we are. And Tyler’s a fucking nightmare if you want to communicate openly with someone. He ‘mms,’ and he ‘hums,’ and he doesn’t give clear direct answers to anything. I think for now we just agreed that this was a one time thing.”
“So you don’t want to do it again?” Nami asked.
Zoe blushed and looked away, not answering for a while. “I hate not knowing the answer to that,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. “But… maybe? I think I do? Gahh, it’s really confusing.”
“But you did it once, clearly something led up to that, right?” Nami pressed on.
Zoe chuckled in discomfort. “I feel…” She squeezed her legs together. Nami noticed. “…I feel slutty saying this, but I’m gonna level with you – it took me embarrassingly little time to decide I wanted it. So, in the mall, remember when I yelped? I tripped over some debris or something.”
“Right…” Nami nodded along.
“Wrong. I didn’t trip. Tyler accidentally hit my ass with his hand when turning around or something, and I lost my footing. Thank fuck I did, because I don’t think I would have been able to make up a story for any other… y’know. So then, I… it just felt good, and I kept thinking about it, so I… texted him telling him I wanted to make out with him, and that we would either do it in the mall before we left, or we wouldn’t do it at all. I told him that the word for ‘yes’ was ‘crazy’ and the word for ‘no’ was ‘unbelievable,’ and that we could talk about it after if he needed to.”
Nami laughed in disbelief. “Wow, even when you’re… um, when you’re horny… you’re always such a planner.”
Zoe blushed and gave a small sheepish smile. “Yeah, well, y’know. Anyway, he thought to turn off the lights – I thought we were just going to stay in the mall long enough that you’d go home or something – and we… yeah. In front of you. I’m really sorry.” She breathed a couple of times. “I just figured you should know in case we become a couple or something.”
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