The Epilogue to the Epilogue

Layla was sprawled out on the couch, one hand holding the comic book open on her favorite page (the one in which Catseye spread out fully nude, with the Curator twisting her nipple) and with the other tucked away in her boyshorts. She had been a loyal reader of Catseye for years now, but there was something about the first issue that always made her gush.

She had found the book while in college, tucked away in the back of a bin at a resale store, and it had been one of her favorite guilty pleasures. It was hard to find copies of the first issue online, so for Layla this was something of a prized possession.

Fuck it! After several minutes of playing around, she finally set the book down on the coffee table and yanked her boyshorts to the ground. She pulled her tee up and held on to the hem with her teeth to both slightly gag herself and to give her other hand access to play with her nipples. Propping herself up with a pillow so her right leg was slightly suspended, she rolled over on her side so she could keep her eyes on the page.

She was ready to cum, god damnit!

And as fortune would have it, that's when she heard the click of the lock. The turning of the knob and the flying open of the door. Before she had so much as a chance to blink, Emi was inside, feet away from her. Extra unfortunate was the fact that Emi bore the devil's own smile.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Now, Layla could have said something. Tried to act ignorant. Play it off, even. Or she could have fed Emi by acting extra bashful, to follow her instincts and bolt from the room.

But...Layla had been working on this 'O' for a while. She shot a glare at her roomie and fought back the blush.

FUCK IT! With a rhythm and speed Emi had not seen from her best friend in a LONG time, Layla began to increase her intensity. So transfixed by the increased speed and ferocity, Emi didn't even bother to play up their usual routine as she made her way to the couch, where she knelt near her friend's exposed kitty.

This was hot as fuck, and she wanted to play too! Emi quickly shook off her jacket, peeled off her sleeveless sweater, and slid out of her trousers. She hadn't worn a bra today, so her perky tits bounced out ever so slightly, nipples already rock hard. Layla was growling something at her, as her eyebrows knitted together in an angry or frustrated expression. Emi ignored it in favor of watching her roommate's fingers knead her own breast. Emi slid her hand past her bush and down her pale lavender panties and a finger into her wet, quivering-

Did she close the front door?

"Oh God, Charles, those sluts in 12A are at it again!" An older woman's voice rang out, pulling both girls out of their trances and causing them to slowly turn their terrified gazes to their wide-open view of the hallway, now occupied by at least seven neighbors, all of various sizes and ages.

"Now, Martha, who are we to judge? We were young and in love once. I am sure we did our fair share of steamy things." Came the protest of an older man.

The mostly naked girls leapt into action, tripping over and tangling each other up, as they raced to slam their door shut.

Neither slept well that night, but they both sure as hell got off.

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