It was dark. Audette's mouth was dry and her dick was harder than a fucking diamond. Quietly the TV played the soundtrack of the movie as it stayed on the menu and Chiara must have gone to bed. Audette’s head was fuzzy and her whole body was hot. She supposed that was what she got for falling asleep during their usual movie night.
Carefully Audette pushed herself up and rubbed her eyes as she glanced down at the tent in her pajama pants and sighed deeply. Usually, she would have stowed away in the bathroom or her bedroom to take care of it, privacy was always a good thing. But it was late, the lights were off and Chiara had surely gone to bed. God and she felt like her bones had been replaced with concrete, did she really want to get up? No, not at all. With another yawn she leaned back against the couch and brought one of her hands down to cup herself through the pants, running her palm over the length with a soft intake of breath. She began to worry at her lip after a moment. God, what if Chiara saw her? She actively tried to push the thought away, unsure if she could handle the embarrassment.
Audette’s heart hammered and she let out a heavy breath as the strokes of her palm became firmer, her cock twitching against the fabric of her panties and pajama pants. There was a brief moment of hesitance before she slid down the band of her pants and tugged her underwear down to follow, letting her cock rest against the soft plane of her stomach. Fuck, what if Chiara saw her like this, she’d die. That, of course, didn’t stop her from wrapping her hand around her cock and she began to stroke, let out a shaky sigh as she brushed the pad of her thumb over the tip.
Audette kept it slow for a moment, a little gentle, and her touches fleeting before her grasp become more firm. She briefly mourned the lack of lubricant but she wasn’t going to use her spit, she just didn’t like that, but it didn’t bother her too much. She wet her lips with a flick of her tongue and her heart stuttered as she began to work her hand up and down, her cock twitching in her hand. Her anxiety began to ease as it seemed she was by herself for good. It was a moment of indulgence and she needed to relax, so she forced herself too, easing into her own touch. She kept it up, pressing her lips together to muffle the small grunts and moans.
It didn’t take long before she was panting, her hips jerking up and pressing into her hand. Her cheeks were flushed as she continued to jerk herself off, grip firm. Briefly, she imagined it was her roommate’s hand, rather than her own and her breath hitched. Maybe Chiara walking in wouldn’t be so bad. Well, it probably would be, but it didn’t hurt to imagine it wouldn’t be. She wet her lips, thighs shaking a little as she closed her eyes and let the idea of Chiara stroking her settle in. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear the door down the hall open and the soft pad of footsteps coming towards the living room.
“Audette?” Chiara’s voice was a little gruff with sleepiness and confusion.
Audette nearly left out of her skin, breath catching in a surprised gasp. “Oh my god!” She was quick to yank her bottoms back up over her hips. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you were up! That was so inappropriate of me- I should have gone to my room!” Audette was quick to apologize, her whole face felt as though it was on fire, made even worse by the way she could feel Chiara staring at her.
“Relax. I’m not upset.” Chiara waved her hand dismissively and her lips pulled up in a small grin. “It wasn’t a terrible sight at all. You don’t have to stop on my account.”
“Oh um, I- what are you saying?” Audette was hesitant to look at her, still flustered, her heart pounding.
Ciara couldn’t help as her lips quirked up into a grin. “I’m saying, I want to watch you.”