Chapter 4: Climax
Izzy and Olivia trudged through the snowstorm, shivering as they headed for the library. Despite the brutal weather, they were both feeling edgy and thought spending a quiet evening together studying might help ease their emotions. Armed with their respective laptops and a shared bag of Cheetos, they trudged slowly along the icy paths.
"Hey, Liv," Izzy said hesitantly, her voice low as she kicked up the new fallen snow. Her breath caught in her throat, steaming in the cold air.
"Yeah, what's up, Z?" She tried her best to play it cool, despite the flurry of sexual tension building between them.
"Well, you know how we've been working on our - umm, 'cameltoe issues'? I was thinking, maybe after we study, we could like, explore some more - ah, ways to hide it?" Her face reddened, but she managed to keep eye contact.
Olivia's eyes lit up, grateful for Izzy's support.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that, too. I'm down if you are!" She gave Izzy a warm smile.
Hours passed as they hunched over their laptops in the dim, private study room. Finally, they agreed to stop for the night and delve into their cameltoe research.
Izzy pulled out some different pairs of leggings, pants, and tights. Olivia sat on the floor, smiling at her friend's enthusiasm.
"Alright, let's start with these." She held up a pair of ripped black tights, daringly sheer but strategically placed for optimal coverage.
Izzy's eyes sparkled as she sifted through the rest of the clothing. "These high-waisted shorts may do the trick, too."
They spent the next hour posing in different combinations, checking each other out, and laughing hysterically with each new combo.
"What do you think, Z?
I think these high-waisted shorts and tights are the perfect combination to hide what we've got going on downstairs," Olivia joked, striking a pose. They cracked up, enjoying the camaraderie and lightheartedness of the situation.
Once they composed themselves, Izzy looked deeply into Olivia's eyes. "You know, Liv, I just feel so comfortable with you - in all ways.
Seeing you confident in your body has inspired me, too," Izzy admitted, feeling a new wave of excitement.
Olivia's face flushed, and she smiled, understanding the underlying message. "I know what you mean, Z. All these years, we've been hiding our confidence for the sake of others. Let's not do that anymore. I say we embrace our bodies and indulge in some release."
Without uttering another word, they stared into each other's eyes, each realizing the other's intention.
Olivia reached down and slowly pulled her shorts to one side. Her finger tenderly glided up and down her folds, teasing her sensitive clitoris. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped as she prepared to pleasure herself in front of Izzy.
Izzy bit her lip, taking in the scene unfolding before her. The visual was stimulating, but her thoughts were still on helping Olivia find confidence.
"You look fucking hot in those tights, recently," Olivia says hungrily, her eyes wide, taking in the confident Izzy. "Like, showing off your thick thighs?"
Izzy blushes, happy for the compliment. "Yeah, I think the newfound comfidence has been making me extra horny. Do you mind if I touch myself while we talk?"
Izzy asks, breaking the silence that had settled between the two friends.
"No, not at all! You've been making my cameltoe swell up tonight, honestly" Olivia replied, with a smile.
She locked eyes with Izzy before continuing, "Go ahead, Izzy. I wanna watch you touch yourself. It's so fucking hot when you're confident and turned on."
Izzy's heart pounded with excitement. She nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Slowly, she reached down and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings. With a wiggle, she maneuvered her hand down and into her thong, brushing her wetness as she finally found her swollen clit.
She shivered, both from the cold of the room and the anticipation of what she was about to do. Izzy shut her eyes and imagined the throbbing between her legs, losing herself in the overwhelming pleasure in front of her friend, Olivia.
Izzy spread her legs further apart in the old wooden chair. She arched her back, pushing her sweet cunt even harder into her fingertips. She moved her index and ring finger back and forth on her clit, the touch igniting her entire body.
A slight whimper escaped her lips, ultimately leading to a renewed hunger in Olivia's gaze. Izzy felt bolder and slid her fingers deeper between her folds. She curved them upwards to find her G-spot, simultaneously bringing about a gasp of delight from her ripened lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her body curl up with pleasure. She surrendered to the sensation taking over her body, enjoying the vibrant feeling of pressure as she neared her peak.
"Oh, Liv," Izzy whispered, her face scrunching as she writhed in her chair.
Her fingers flicked and toyed with her G-spot, her hips bucking wildly against the wooden frame beneath her. Sensing Olivia's gaze, she arched her back towards her friend, a saucy, seductive smile spreading across her face.
The sexual tension had reached new heights. Oilivia, captivated by her best friend's open and unashamed sexuality, had an intense urge to join her. Abandoning her shorts, she slid her fingers beneath her own thong.
She was as wet as Izzy. She dipped her fingers into herself, pushing in and out as she watched Izzy writhe with pleasure.
"Fuck, Z, this is so hot," Olivia uttered, as she fumbled with the button of her shorts. She kicked them aside, spread her legs and cupped her swelling clit.
Izzy couldn't take her eyes off Olivia, her friend pushing and exploring herself in the dimly lit room. Izzy's eyes traveled back and forth, from her own tangled fingers to Olivia's.
Both of their hands were soaked with arousal, making wet, smacking noises as they touched themselves. They matched each other, stroke for stroke, as they had done so many times since college.
Olivia's legs trembled slightly, and her face flushed with anticipation. Izzy sensed her best friend's urgency, yet she didn't want to rush the moment, thrilled by the wickedness training between them. She knew that they were both so damn close, practically shaking with lust. "Shit! I'm going to squirt again! All over my new pants! Fuck" Izzy shouted, fingering herself hard.
She was brimming with excitement, sensing her friend's release was imminent. It drove her on, pushing towards her own orgasm as her hand pounded against her slick pussy.
In primal unison, Izzy's body tensed, and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as she succumbed to her climax. At the exact moment, Olivia moaned as her own orgasm took over. Shuddering, she pushed her fingers deep inside herself and squeezed, pleasure flooding everywhere.
A jet of liquid spurted from her pussy, drenching her new tights around her vagina.
Olivia wasn't far behind. Her hands clenched in the carpeted floor, as Izzy had watched her die and revive with her fingers buried inside her pussy. Her guttural cries of release did not abate as she continued fingering herself.
Finally, Olivia lay there, eyes closed, and chest heaving. She didn't say a word, allowing the orgasm to demolish all coherent thought.
After what seemed to be an eternity, she fell back onto the floor, legs draped over Izzy's lap, smiling dreamily. Izzy looked astounded as she observed Olivia's bliss-filled state, sweaty and satiated; draped in soaking tights. She reached down and hesitantly touched the tights, still warm from the liquid that seeped through.