Yes, but she's bloody tired.

A loud buzzing noise startles Eliza awake from her deep slumber. Slamming down on her alarm clock, she notices she got roughly 4 hours of sleep. Groaning in some otherworldly language, she drags herself out of her bed. She sways side to side as she walks similar to a zombie. Looking into the mirror, she has the looks to match. Large bags under her eyes, her hair sticking up in weird directions, an dead stare in her eyes, everything fits the description. All that's missing is a craving for brains.

After what seemed like too long of a walk, she enters her kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. Shuffling to her restroom, she starts the shower. Her clothes lay on the floor, much too tired to fold them properly. The shower takes longer then usual, as she lets the water run over her head in an attempt to wake up. Working only slightly, she steps out almost slipping on the wet floor. Cuss words escape her lips as she drapes herself in a towel.

Walking into the kitchen, she sees Chloe stealing the elixir of life, pouring half of it into her over sized mug. Normally she would yell and make a fit, but she doesn't have the energy for that right now. Peering at the clock, she has roughly 30 minutes left. It only take a few minutes for her to get to the bus stop, so she figures she has roughly 20 minutes before she has to leave. Emptying the pot, she slumps in her favorite arm chair opposite of Chloe. As she waits for her coffee to kick in, her eyes lay upon her roommate.

Chloe is as scantily clad as she usually is this time of day. Eliza's eyes are drawn to her cleavage, which is proudly displayed with a tank top that's a size too small. It leaves very little to the imagination, revealing most of the round plumps. No bra of course, it would be weird if she did have one on. Her two nipples push out against the fabric, trying to make a break for it.

As bad as that sounds, her lower half is arguably worse. Wearing only a pair of frilly pink panties, she sits with her legs spread apart just enough for Eliza to get a good view of her privates. The outline of her pussy lips press against her panties, a small indent in the center where her entrance is. It's picturesque, if not somewhat cliche for what a pussy would look like.

Chloe seems to have no problem being scrutinized by Eliza's eyes, either not noticing or not caring. In fact her mind seems to be somewhere else entirely. Eliza has a good guess what she may be thinking of, thinking back to last night. She seems to squirm around in her seat, as if she's sitting on thumbtacks. Eliza ignores it though, taking another sip. Looking back up, Eliza realizes that Chloe is now staring strait at her. Her mouth quivers as if trying to speak, but it takes a bit before she finds the right words.

"Eliza, can I...ask you something?" Eliza raises an eyebrow. It's not like Chloe to confide anything to her. Mostly staying to herself, it's rare for the two of them to hold a conversation for more then a few sentences.

"Go for it." Eliza nods her head.

"Have you...well. I don't know how to ask." She pauses, retreating back into her mind. Taking a deep breathe, she continues. "Have you've ever had it where it feels like someone is touching you, but there's no one there?" Her words confirm Eliza's hunch, her mind definitely stuck on last night. Eliza hesitates before answering, making sure to not say anything to draw suspicion towards her.

"I guess. Why, did something happen?" She asks, acting oblivious.

"This isn't easy to say, so please bare with me." Chloe fidgets in her seat, squirming from side to side. "I was...releasing stress last night. I felt something weird, and now I can't seem to settle down." Eliza stared at Chloe in surprise, never guessing that she would reveal this in a million years. Hell, Eliza doesn't think that she could ever expose herself like that.

"Don't look at me like that, everyone does it." Chloe defends herself, mistaking Eliza's surprise as scrutinizing her masturbation. Eliza notices a redness in her cheeks, probably flushing from the sheer embarrassment she's going through right now.

"A-anyway, I was wondering if you could...help me with something..." No, this isn't happening. This can't be happening."...I know it's going to sound weird..." She can't be serious right now, what the fuck do I say? "...but I don't know what else to do..." Maybe it's not what it seems. "...I need you to, get me off." Well Fuck. Eliza gawks dumbfounded, trying to find words to say. Plenty show up, but she can't configure them into a cohesive thought.

"W-why?" Was all Eliza managed to say.

"I'm sorry, I can't think of anything else. Trust me, I've tried." Her voice begins to quiver, as her breath gets heavier. "I tried all last night, but it just wouldn't go away. It's been pulsating all night, itching, aching. I know you're not into girls, but please, I need your help." She begs. Eliza realizes just how badly she fucked up. Of course making Chloe go through something like that would have a side effect. Hyper stimulating her would confuse her body, making her unable to return to normal.

Eliza hesitates, wondering what she should do. I did cause this, does that make my responsible? Fuck, it does doesn't it. Do I even have time? Eliza's eyes glance down to her pocket. Of course I do. But wait, should I tell her? Would she get mad? Should I bail? I don't know what to do. She looks back up to Chloe who's face is even redder now, helpless against her own body's urges.