Friends always help friends

Chapter originally written by Flubber Man on writing . com

After that moment yesterday, the memory kept swirling around in Lizzie’s mind. Perhaps there’d be another time where she could outdo that moment? Possibly. But not right now; she had her fun for the week.

However, Lizzie was met with Diana before she could head back home from today’s school session. Honestly, Lizzie assumes she’d try something to her. As nice as that would be, Lizzie did notice a very serious look on her friends face.

“Hey Diana, how are you,”

“Fine, fine. Just checking up on you. Cole certainly wasn’t willing to see you after... well...” Lizzie faked embarrassment. In reality, she was planning to do something else with Cole eventually. After all, once she graduated there’d be nobody else she’d want to cause such an act.

The thrill was fun. Diana only rolled her eyes, as Lizzie now was truthfully puzzled. Her friend quickly showed her a photo of a bench.

Not that interesting in all respects. But it was the fact there was a wet spot. That alarmed Lizzie mentally as she forgot that detail in her attempt to orgasm. How could she have messed up after so many close calls. Sinking back in her ditzy persona, Lizzie simply scratched her head.

“Um, did somebody wet themselves or...?”

“Liz, it was the seat you were sitting butt naked,” Diana quickly corrected. “And not only that, I had checked the seats before that class when you were being nude just to double check”

Yup, Diana had checked the seats Liz had sat in since she lost her bottoms. Each one a picture showing an increasing spot of ‘liquid’ that Liz knew enough to know where it originated from.

Her Ditzy persona... it was crumbling before her as Diana continued to explain her reasonings. How there might’ve been something actually staged to cause some of the ENF scenarios Lizzie had experienced. Every word made Lizzie sick to her stomach.

This was it. This was how her lie ended. She’d be ostracized. The joy of her escapades now would be filled with despair at the disgust of those who knew better.

Well...

“Look, Lizzie. We’ve been friends for awhile. Just be direct with me; do you enjoy this?” Lizzie couldn’t really find the words. Her mouth ran dry at the idea of confessing her true persona.

“Um... erm... that’s uh...” Lizzie sighed. There was no way to spin this. “Yes. Completely. It excites me. I just... I feel sexy... I just... I didn’t want you guys to think less of me so... I just acted Ditzy... please don’t tell anyone. Especially my parents... not them,”

“Hehe, my god you are a mess. But nah. You honestly think I’d do that?”

“...Huh?!” Lizzie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Diana wasn’t going to say anything. “R-R-Really?!”

“Shh. Dang, you scream a lot. Look, like I said, we’re friends. I wouldn’t change you if it was ditziness or planned. Pretty entertaining either way,”

“Oh thank goodness...” Lizzie was ecstatic. Her friend didn’t hate her for this!

“But!” Diana raised a finger. “If you’re going to do anything, I want to be in on your planning. I’ll be your Go-To-Gal for getting rid of any evidence! Seriously, how have you done this for so long?”

“Hehe... that’d be nice. It is beach season...” Lizzie felt relieved to be talking like she thought; focusing on her sex drive.

“One question: would you like to tell our other friends, or...?”

The idea of a group of friends knowing her secret was a terrifying prospect. Then again, more people means more "accidents" that leave her exposed in various ways. It would be quite the risk to take, one Lizzie wasn’t too sure about.

“Erm... maybe one day... but not right now,” Lizzie finally told her.

“Ah, good. Whatever you want ‘Ditzy Lizzie’,” Diana winked. Lizzie felt happy that afternoon as they walked home.

It was going to be a fun semester...