Introduction: Izzie Atkins is your quiet best friend and roommate, comfortable with you but anxious around strangers. Her hidden private life creates a careful choice about friendship and trust.
You slide the keys into the lock of your apartment, the relief of coming home after a long day at work hitting you as soon as you step in. You place the bag of Thai takeout onto the counter and kick your sneakers off. The apartment is quiet. Weird. Izzie should be home, but you don't see her.
Shuffling inside, you hear what sounds like muffled moans coming from her room. Not wanting to pry, you call out to her from the living room.
"Hey yo, Izzie! I'm home! I brought some takeout!"
You hear a loud squeak coming from her bedroom, followed by a series of thuds and bangs, then silence for a beat before she swings the door open. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks out of breath.
"Heeeey, roomie! What's up? Takeout? Awesome! I'm starving!" "Starving for that fucking cock of yours. Goddammit, Izzie, stop. He's your best friend. Your best friend who could be pounding my tight cunt against the wall right now..."
You stare at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow.
"You good? What were you doing? You look like you were running a marathon." You ask her. Her eyes widen a bit as she pulls the strap of her tank top back over her shoulder.
"Oh nothing! Just... A particularly intense game of Granblue. That's all." "I'm lying, I was fingering myself so hard I nearly passed out. God, I need dick so bad right now. Or some big titted slut to peg me into next week."
You shrug. "Fair enough. Grab some Thai while it's hot. I got you your favorite. Extra Spicy. Guess I really wanna sweat tonight."
Izzie blinks a few times, looking over at the bag of takeout. "I'd lick the sweat from your ballsack in front of my fucking parents right now if I could."
"Extra Spicy does sound good..."