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The following story is a sequel to "Still As A Statue" so if you haven't read that one feel free to first since this one references that story.)
Layla twirled a strand of her blonde hair, her leg bouncing with unrestrained nerves, as she sat sprawled out on her apartment couch.. The memory of the park, where she'd stood naked as the day she was born and painted like a bronze statue, had been tickling the edges of her mind for days. It wasn't just the chill of the night air that had sent shivers down her spine; it was the laughter in the dark, the rustle of leaves that might have been footsteps or just the wind playing tricks The couple that had lightly fondled her, stayed ever present on her mind. With them played the memory of the powerful orgasm she drove herself towards just in the hall of their apartment while she waited for Emi to let her in.
But you know what really kept her sitting with anticipation? The fact that she still owed her roommate. Emi had tasked her with standing outside naked for thirty minutes, in exchange for wiping her debt for paying the last few months of rent. Unfortunately, Layla had only been out in the park for about ten minutes, and Emi had stripped naked to distract a young couple who discovered Layla's nude form. Now, Layla's mind was racing, trying to guess what Emi would have her do now.
"Emi's gonna make me do something ridiculous again," Layla muttered to herself, scrolling through graphic design inspiration on her phone, trying to keep occupied. She couldn't shake the feeling, that there was a pair of unseen eyes watching her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
The click of the door handle broke the silence, and Layla's heart somersaulted. Here came the pounce. In sauntered Emi, all confidence and mischievous grins, her athletic frame silhouetted against the soft hallway light. Her black hair, accented with purple tips, seemed to capture the very essence of twilight..
"Evening, Lay," Emi greeted, her voice laced with the sense of impending chaos.
"H-hey, Em," Layla replied, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "You look like you're up to no good, as per usual."
"Me?" Emi feigned innocence, batting her eyelashes dramatically. "I'm hurt! Can't a girl just come home without being accused of nefarious plans?"
"Sure she could, if she doesn't actually have nefarious plans," Layla shot back, her words tinged with playful sarcasm. Yet, despite her retort, her gaze fixated on the object Emi dangled from her fingertips—a blindfold as black as the night outside their window.
"Uh, wh-what's that?" Layla asked, eyebrows raised, even as her imagination ran wild with possibilities that ranged from less than innocent to dangerously kinky..
"Close your eyes," Emi instructed, ignoring the question. There was a taunting tone to her voice that made Layla's stomach do a backflip.
"Emi, what are you—" Layla started, but her protest died on her lips as the blindfold descended, plunging her world into darkness. The fabric was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Emi's nearby presence.
"Relax, Lay," Emi cooed, the softness in her tone at odds with the devilry Layla knew lurked beneath. "Trust me."
"Ha! The last time I trusted you, I ended up impersonating a statue and got felt up," Layla quipped, but there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins. Her heart raced, not just with trepidation but with anticipation. What madcap escapade had Emi cooked up this time?
"Hey, you did NOT seem to mind, last I recall," Emi teased, guiding Layla by the shoulders. Her touch was firm yet gentle, a paradox that somehow perfectly encapsulated Emi's nature.
"Hey!" Layla protested, not wanting her friend to bring up that embarrassing night like that. She could handle talking about the main event but did not want Emi talking about the climax of the night.
"What? You were the one flicking the bean in the hall. Anyways, come on let's get to tonites fun!" Emi said, her voice a mix of honey and hidden razors.
And so, with a mixture of dread and eagerness fluttering in her chest, Layla allowed herself to be led into the unknown, her senses heightened in the absence of sight. The scent of Emi's perfume, a subtle blend of jasmine and rebellion, filled her nostrils, reassuring and intoxicating all at once.
"Here goes nothing," Layla whispered, half to herself, half to the universe, as they stepped forward together into their next adventure.
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The flutter of Layla's heart synced with the slap of her flip-flops on asphalt as she trotted beside Emi towards the gleaming black car parked under a flickering streetlamp. Emi had removed the blindfold once they made it out of the apartment, realizing that navigating to the parking space would be far more annoying whilst leading the blind. The city's symphony was in full swing—honking horns, murmurs of nightlife, and the distant wail of sirens painting a backdrop as colorful and unpredictable as an abstract masterpiece. Layla shuddered, as tonight was a stark contrast to the quiet and still night that she had been in the grace of on her last escapade. Emi held the door open for her roommate, and after giving her an exaggerated curtsey, Layla entered the vehicle.
"Okay, thrill-seeker," Emi teased, her voice a mix of mischief and velvet as she climbed into the driver's seat, "time to don the blindfold again."
"Like, seriously?" Layla's voice quivered slightly, the excitement threading through her nerves like electricity as she held the soft fabric between her fingers. With a playful roll of her eyes, she complied, tying the blindfold snugly over her eyes. The world went dark, a canvas awaiting Emi's next brushstroke.
"Next step, chica," Emi instructed, her tone dipped in a conspiratorial whisper, "strip."
Layla's breath hitched. Stripping already? She had already been expecting this, in the practical sense, but had not quite gotten her heart ready for it. But, with the blindfold on, there was exhilarating freedom added in not seeing; it was like dancing alone in her room to cheesy pop songs. It was a good thing she was prepared to wind up naked and had dressed in rather easy-to-remove clothes. She shrugged off her button-up blouse, and out popped her braless breasts, bouncing freely as Layla went through the motions of undressing. Next were the sweats, which she wriggled out of with a few contortions that would have made a circus performer proud revealing her tanned ass and bare womanhood. Getting naked while in a car seat and blindfolded was awkward work, and at one point she knew she elbowed both Emi and the window, but by god had she done it and now everything was laid bare..
"Totally smooth, Layla," she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the curious sensation of being both hidden and exposed.
"Very graceful," Emi's laughter lapped at the edges of Layla's consciousness. There was something about that laugh, though; it was the sound of a plan coming together, a crescendo building towards a punchline only Emi could see.
"Ugh, you're loving this, aren't you?" Layla accused, though her own chuckle betrayed her enjoyment of the absurdity of the situation.
"Immensely," Emi confirmed with the smugness of a cat that had cornered a particularly entertaining mouse. She then reached out and gave Layla's left tit a firm squeeze.
"Woah!" protested Layla, throwing her hands up to shake Emi off and cover her breasts. Emi laughed. Something about Emi's laugh caused Layla to feel that warm tingling sensation that had plagued her during their last outing. She didn't have time to linger on that, as she was suddenly jolted with the dual sensation of the car starting up and the shift as it began to move.
Clothed only in darkness and her own skin, Layla felt the car shift beneath her as they merged into traffic. A breeze from the half-open window played across her bare freckled shoulders, sending shivers down her spine, combined with the subtle vibrations of the car moving under her. She could feel a subtle growing moisture between her legs. She began to wonder what she looked like, sitting there nude in her roommate's car, blindfolded and buckled in. What would people think if they saw her? These thoughts and more were interrupted by sudden honking, startlingly loud and close. Her cheeks flamed with heat as realization dawned.
"Emi!" The word burst from her lips, half-scandalized, half-amused. "You didn't... Are people, like, seeing me naked right now?"
"Maybe," Emi sang, the grin evident in her voice. "But if a tree is naked in a forest and no one is around to see it, does that really mean it's naked?"
"What the fuck does that mean?!" Despite her mock indignation, Layla couldn't help but laugh. The ridiculousness of the situation, and of Emi's words, coupled with the safety of Emi's presence, coalesced into a daring joy she hadn't known she craved.
"Relax, Layla. It's just another adventure." Emi's voice was gentle now, the undertone of care beneath the teasing clear as day.
"An adventure that could end with a public indecency charge," Layla countered, though her anxiety was quickly transforming into a thrilling buzz. She was alive, electrified, and riding shotgun in nothing but her birthday suit. If that wasn't a story to tell their future grand-cats, then what was?
"Trust me," Emi replied, the confidence in her words as enveloping as the night around them. "When have I ever steered us wrong?"
There was another series of loud honks, as a car sped up to ride alongside them. Layla just turned her blindfolded face to stare at Emi with a sightless glare.
