She barely held it together in the shower. Now Yuki comes over with a movie. And her room still smells. Hiding what she's feeling becomes harder and harder.

I close the door behind me as I step into the bathroom.

Looking at the light coming through the window, I reach up and start pulling the t-shirt over my head.

With an effort I manage to get it off and drop it on the floor. Sliding the sweatpants down my hips I let them drop to the floor and step out of them.

My skin feels hot in the cool air of the bathroom.

For a second, I don’t move.

Then I step towards the shower and turn it on.

The water sprays out and I step in slowly.

The streams hitting my skin make me flinch.

Too sharp…

Too wet…

I suck in a breath and press my hand against the wall, steadying myself as the water runs over my shoulders, down my chest, between my legs.

Everything is… wrong…

I’m… wrong…

I shift slightly, instinctively trying to avoid the feeling, but there’s nowhere to go. It follows everywhere.

I close my eyes.

Just breathe.

My chest feels tight.

Breathe…

In.

I take a shaky breath.

Out.

Then another.

My forehead drops against the cool tile.

I feel the tears gathering in my eyes.

They mix with the water and disappear before I can even feel them properly.

I just stand there and let the water run over me.

Please, just… stop.

Just stop… it…

My body starts shaking.

I start sobbing.

Stop… it…

Kia…

“S… stop…” I whisper.

My muscles slowly loosen and the shaking starts to fade.

Time passes. I’m not sure how much.

Eventually, my hands move on their own.

Soap.

Rinse.

Shampoo.

Rinse.

Done.

I turn the water off.

The silence feels heavy.

I keep standing there, dripping, staring at the floor.

Then I reach for the towel and pull it over my shoulders.

Its soft fibers feel too close against my skin, catching where I’m still wet, dragging slightly as I move it over my chest.

Over my stomach.

Down between my thighs.

Finally I wrap the towel around myself, gather the sweatpants and T-shirt from the floor, and head back to my room.

The smell hits my nose when I enter.

I have to air this place…

My eyes drift down.

My panties are still on the floor.

I look at them for a second.

I don’t care. I don’t… care…

I drop the sweatpants and T-shirt on the floor as I walk to the bed, let the towel fall, and lie down.

The sheets are cool against my skin, and I stare up at the ceiling.

My body feels heavy.

My head feels empty.

I don’t want anything.

I just want… I want… stop… just stop…

I keep staring at the ceiling.

A sound from downstairs startles me.

The doorbell.

I blink.

Yuki!

I jump up, suddenly moving again, my heart already starting to race, and start toward the door.

I’m naked…

I turn back and grab the sweatpants off the floor, pull them on, then the t-shirt.

I head downstairs and open the front door.

“Hi!” I say, smiling widely.

“Hey!” she says, smiling back as we hug.

“How are you?” I ask.

“Good.” she replies, then smirks.

“Did you miss me? It’s been, what, three hours since school?”

I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Yeah, it was so hard to get through those hours without you.”

“I know, right? Absolute torture.” she giggles, and I can’t help but laugh with her.

“I missed you too, drama queen.” I add, matching her playful tone.

“I got the movie. Want to watch?” she grins.

“Sure.” I say enthusiastically.

“Where do you want to go?” she asks.

“My room.” I say without a second thought.

“Okay, let’s go then.” she says cheerfully.

Crap, I totally forgot to air out my room. It probably reeks!

I need to distract her…

Coffee!

And then I can quickly run upstairs, open the window, and put on some panties.

“Hold on, Yuki! Let’s make some coffee first.” I say, trying to buy some time.

We head to the kitchen, and I start making the coffee.

“You won’t believe what I just heard, Kia!” Yuki exclaims.

“What?” I ask, moving towards the stairs.

“You know Monica from parallel class?” she asks, stopping me just as I try to slip away to my room.

“Yeah I think so…” I say, still edging toward the stairs, but Yuki grabs my hand, pulling me back.

“Well, I heard it’s true. Jenny actually saw her and Alisa making out!” she explains, all excited.

“Oh my God, Yuki, that’s wild.” I pretend to be interested.

“I mean, who would have guessed that Alisa likes girls?” I continue.

“Well, I mean, it’s not that surprising. She is kind of weird.” Yuki says, shrugging.

I just nod along, my mind still half on the state of my room.

“I mean, love is love and all, but it still weirds me out a bit.” she giggles.

“Seriously though, seems like everyone is hooking up lately. Even Mousy.” she says with a smirk.

“Mousy? Who’s Mousy?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“You know, Bill’s cousin? Mousy? Oh what is her name? She is in class with Monica? Quiet girl, shy. Oh what’s her name? Mousy, Mousy… Mira! Yeah, that is it!”

“Oh, yeah, that weird girl. Mousy.” I laugh.

“She’s Bill’s cousin?” I ask.

“Yeah, their fathers are brothers.”

“Aha, okay. So, what about Mousy?”

“Well, Bill’s worried because she’s been hanging around with one of those stoners who are always hanging around Elk. You know?”

“Yeah. Dirk used to hang with one of them for a while… what was it? Tom, yeah. Yeah. He’s kind of cute.”

“Yeah that’s the one and it looks like Mousy thinks that as well.” she laughs.

“Okay…”

“And speaking of love…” she continues with a mischievous grin.

The coffee is ready, and just like that, my plan to air out the room and put on some damn panties goes in the bin.

Ah shit.

“How is Mike doing?”

“Ugh, Yuki, please don’t bring Mike up again!” I say, feeling uncomfortable as we pour the coffee and slowly make our way to my room.

“Oh, come on, Kia, it’s okay! We are best friends. You can tell me anything. You know I will never judge you.”

I sigh deeply.

“Fine, fine…” I take a sip of coffee and swallow hard.

“I guess it’s time to come clean.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion.

“Yes.” I answer firmly.

“It’s you, Yuki. All this time, I lust for you, oh dear Yuki.”

We both burst out laughing.

I open the door and walk in after Yuki.

The smell hits me immediately.

Oh no…

“Kia, you really need to air this place out sometimes.” Yuki says with a smirk.

Heat rushes to my face.

I quickly walk to the window and tilt it open.

As I turn back, Yuki is standing in the middle of the room, looking down at the floor.

My panties…

She is staring at them. The crotch dark, probably still damp from earlier.

Shit, shit.

I cross the room and grab them, feeling their dampness against my fingers.

I grab the towel, bra and the pants with the same hand and shove everything into the wardrobe, wiping my fingers on the towel before I close the door.

My face is burning.

Yuki just smiles and says nothing.

We settle on the bed with our coffees. As I shift my hips to get comfortable, I feel a faint trickle.

Oh, come on…

Is that still from earlier?

I glance over at Yuki.

She has that mischievous smile again.

“So how about the movie?” she says, holding up the DVD.

“You really think it’s all that?” I ask.

I’m not sure watching such a movie is a good idea right now. But Yuki has been eager to see it for a while.

“Only one way to find out!” she declares, sliding the disc into the computer.

Then she sits next to me on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight, and leans into me, her warmth radiating against my side.

It’s warm and comfortable.

Silly Yuki…

Just don’t get too close…

The movie starts, and Yuki snuggles up.

It’s slow at first. Some backstory, nothing much. I sip my coffee and half listen, letting my mind drift.

Then there’s a kiss. The camera stays on it.

I shift slightly.

This is so overhyped. It’s actually boring…

More scenes follow. A hand sliding up a thigh. Nothing interesting.

Yuki pulls her knees up and leans into me a little more. Her warmth spreads further along my side.

The scenes start to get more loaded.

The woman is on her knees now.

Naked.

Looking up at him.

His hands on her head.

I press my thighs together.

The camera stays fixed on them.

I can feel my pulse quicken.

I shift again, trying to find a position that helps.

It’s just a movie. They probably won’t show more…

Yuki feels so warm…

Don’t… just don’t think… about that…

The warmth keeps spreading between my legs.

I need to…

I need to go!

I reach over and pause the movie.

“I’ll just go pee quickly.” I say, rushing toward the bathroom before she can notice.

“No problem sweetie.” she calls out.

“But hurry up, it just started to get interesting!” I hear her shout after me.

I quickly make my way to the bathroom, feeling the wetness between my legs. I lock the door behind me and sit down on the toilet, pulling my sweatpants down.

Two thin strands stretch between me and the fabric before they snap, leaving dark patches where they attached themselves.

Fuck…

I turn them over and check the outside.

Faint but visible.

She… she couldn’t have seen that…

I grab toilet paper and press it firmly against the spots, holding it there, letting it soak in.

I do it again with a fresh piece.

There. That’s better…

Then I reach between my legs to wipe.

The moment the paper touches me I shiver.

Everything is sensitive and wet. Just a light touch and my hips jerk.

“Mmmhhh…” I let out a sigh.

Why now…

My hand moves again, slowly. The paper presses and I have to bite down on my lip to keep quiet.

My hips shift forward almost on their own.

No, no. I can’t do this now.

Kia, focus!

I pull my hand back and try to calm my breathing.

It’s the movie… just the movie…

That’s all…

But she is right there…

“Uff…”

I grab fresh paper and wipe quickly this time, biting my lip.

I pull my sweatpants back up.

I flush and unlock the door.

Why… why is Yuki even part of this?

I step back into the room, closing the door behind me.

Yuki looks up.

“Well finally…” she grins, already reaching for the mouse.

I sit down next to her, carefully pressing my thighs together.

She presses play.

The scene gets more explicit now.

I stare at the screen and try to breathe normally.

Yuki shifts beside me, pulling her knees up, her shoulder pressing into mine.

Uhh… no… don’t…

Her warmth spreads along my side again.

On screen the woman is tied up, on a bench, bent forward, and the guy behind her. Thrusting so hard her whole body rocks with each thrust.

The camera changes.

To her face.

Her mouth is open, with tongue sticking out, and saliva dripping from it.

Cries escaping her with each thrust.

Then between her legs.

Her pussy is all wet, while his cock keeps disappearing in her asshole.

Her cries and his grunts fill the room.

Fill my head.

Yuki shifts beside me, her thigh pressing against mine.

My whole body tenses.

No… no… Yuki…

I clench my thighs tightly.

It’s the movie. That’s all… just the movie…

Yuki… Yuki must be feeling it too?

It’s normal? Isn’t it?

Yuki’s breathing is slow and even.

Is she not affected by this at all?

How is she just sitting there?

I shift slightly. The movement sends a shiver through me.

No…

I put my hands on my thighs and stare at the screen, trying to think about nothing.

On screen the man groans and stops thrusting.

The camera moves to the woman’s face as the man finishes in her ass.

Her mouth and eyes fully opened, loudly moaning as she cums.

My pussy contracts and spreads a fresh wave of warmth.

Shit… shit… I have to wipe myself again…

“Damn… that was so hot…” Yuki says quietly, almost to herself.

Finally the movie ends.

Thank god…

I hope it isn’t showing on the pants.

Yuki turns to me, holding something in her hand.

“Uh, Kia… why do you have a toothbrush in your bedroom?”

I freeze.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

My mouth hangs open, my chest too tight to breathe.

How could I forget about that?

My face is burning. My whole body is burning.

The stupid toothbrush… still unwashed…

“I… I was… just brushing my teeth earlier.” I stutter, quickly snatching it from her hand.

Without waiting for her response, I stand up and rush to the bathroom.

As soon as I lock the door I go straight to the sink and turn on the tap.

I put the toothbrush under the water, rubbing the half dried slime away with my fingers.

Please just… clean…

As I scrub, the sweatpants peel away from my inner thighs, making me feel the cold wetness on them.

I set the toothbrush down and walk to the toilet with my legs spread, trying to not get more of the mess on the pants.

Dropping the pants I look down and see the wet stain in the middle.

Fuck…

Yuki must have seen that…

It’s worse than before. The inside of the crotch is soaked, glistening in the middle.

I grab the toilet paper and wipe. Then press another piece against the inside of the pants, trying to soak up at least some of it.

Then to my pussy. Wipe. Wipe.

That will do for now…

I need to get rid of Yuki…

I need to get rid of her now.

I pull my sweatpants back up. The cold wet fabric settles against my skin.

I twist to check the back.

Not so bad on the outside.

Still…

I unlock the door and walk back into my room.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about that.” I say, trying to sound casual.

“It wasn’t intentional.”

Yuki gives me a confused look.

“What are you talking about?” she asks innocently.

“Oh, nothing, never mind.” I reply, forcing a smile.

Okay. Maybe she didn’t notice.

“Hey, Yuki, I’m kind of tired. I think I should go to bed slowly, if that’s alright with you.” I lie.

“Oh, yeah, yeah of course. It’s getting late. I should head home anyway.” she smiles.

I give her a quick hug.

“Thanks for coming over. I had a great time. Next time, I’ll come to your place, I promise.” I tease.

She laughs and waves goodbye as she leaves the room.

The second she’s gone, I drop onto my bed and bury my face in the pillow.

I can’t believe how wet I got. I’m practically dripping…

I need to check the bed!

I lift the covers and look underneath. Sure enough, there’s a damp spot where I was sitting. Heat flushes my cheeks again.

“Ufff…”

More wetness spreads out of my pussy.

Did she really not notice anything?

I lie down on the bed and curl up into a ball, thoughts racing through my mind.

What kind of freak gets turned on by something like this?

I bury my face in my pillow, feeling like a twisted mess.

What am I supposed to do with myself?

Pressing my knees to my chest, I curl tighter into myself.

How did I end up like this?

I stare at the wall and try to focus on my breathing.

Then I realize my fingers have been slowly stroking my pussy through the damp pants.

I gasp and jerk my hand away.

Where did that come from? Am I really doing this?

Yes. Yes, you are.

I start slowly rubbing myself again, my pussy clenching at the touch. I close my eyes and imagine Yuki standing above me, looking down at me with disgust in her eyes.

“That’s filthy.”

Her voice is cold, the words sending shivers through me.

“Yes.” I whimper softly.

“Tell me.” she demands, a sickened expression on her face.

“Tell me how dirty you are, slut.”

“I’m… dirty…” I moan, unable to resist.

“Filthy…” I whisper, my breath shaky as I picture the judgment in her eyes.

“I’m a filthy, dirty slut.” I groan, grinding my body against the sheets.

“Please…” I beg, squeezing my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples.

”Yes, you are a filthy, dirty slut.” Yuki laughs.

”Pathetic.” she adds.

“Please, please, please…” I cry, my eyes fluttering open and closed rapidly.

”Please what? What do you want, you filthy slut?” Yuki’s voice mocks me, filling me with shame.

“Please, make me… cum…” I plead, rubbing my swollen clit faster.

“Please, please, please…” I whimper, my hips pumping wildly, my body on the edge of losing control.

“Please make me cum!” I almost scream, with a shaking voice.

Throwing my head back, stretching my legs, and with tears in my eyes, I cum again. My body trembles as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me sobbing and gasping for air.

What the fuck is happening to me? Now I’m masturbating to Yuki?

I’m sick. I’m so fucking sick.

I curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been sleeping when I wake up to a strange noise. At first, I think it’s someone knocking on my door, but then I realize it’s just my phone ringing. I pick it up and answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” a familiar voice says.

“What do you want, Dirk?” I ask timidly.

“Get up brat. Time for school.”