I had met Adi when I was living away at college, and we hit it off instantly. We had the same taste in music, movies, clothes, and we were both bi, though I was out and she wasn't. The reason she wasn't was that she came from a very strict Indian household, and finally away from her parents and family, she was able to fully be herself as long as we were on campus.
We weren't roommates, but we spent every available moment together. Taking classes, going out, hanging with our other friends, it was great to have someone I could be so close to. And even though we were both bisexual, there was never a hint of sexual tension between us, though I did think she was very cute. She stood just about 5'2, with a thin frame, which made her 32B breasts and small, but firm ass proportional to the rest of her body.
During homecoming week, Adi's parents and brother visited from Kentucky. Her demeanor completely changed; she dressed way more conservatively, was way quieter, and carried her laptop everywhere, to give the impression that she was always doing work. We felt bad, but we understood, and even played along, our friends constantly remarking about Adi's "relentless study habits" much to the delight of her parents.
"Oh, oh, this is Izzy, she's my best friend here." Adi said, introducing me with her famously bright smile. I was good with parents, I was never too abrasive, showed just the right amount of interest, and I could hold a conversation with adults. They took to me immediately, which I thought was due to my shining personality, though I later learned that Adi's parents thought I was also Indian.
Given my skin tone, and the fact that my parents were both born in Ecuador, this was a mistake that got made frequently (the number of times I've heard, "you're light skinned for an Indian girl") but given how frequent it was, I was able to brush it off fairly easily.
Me and Adi looked similar in some respects, though I stood 5'6 and was a bit chubbier than she was. Once, while giving her a tight hug, she remarked of my 34D breasts "God they're so soft, I could fall asleep!" She said, before I shoved her away, giggling. Furthermore, upon seeing me in jeans, she once remarked, "If I had an ass like yours, I wouldn't know how to act." Though I thought her cute ass was nicer than my larger, softer ass, I appreciated the compliment.
Adi begged her parents, and I mean hands on knees and everything, to stay with my family during the first part of summer break. She told them that because she'd earned a remote internship, she could work from anywhere, and given how close we were, working in my presence would surely increase her productivity and her mood. My parents were both working people who were just excited that I got into college, I couldn't imagine having to come up with a hundred stories just to go see a friend.
Her parents were less than enthused by the idea, but I did seem to have Adi's best intentions at heart (which I did) and, to them, I seemed relatively harmless. They agreed, Adi jumping up and down with excitement, me giggling along right next to her.
~~
My house was not particularly big by any means, but it was just me and my parents, so it was enough for us. Unfortunately, we didn't have a guest room, which meant Adi would stay with me in my room. I had a decent sized room and a queen sized bed, though Adi insisted on sleeping on the floor, in a makeshift contraption of pillows and blankets. "Believe me," she said, "It's still preferable to being at home." The days would mostly follow a routine: during the week, my parents would wake up early to go to work, and not return until late. Adi would wake up early to start on her internship tasks, and work until the late afternoon, after which we'd hang out, usually inside.
I was lazy and had no educational prospects for the summer, but I was more than happy to accompany Adi as she worked from a corner of my bedroom. In fact, her habits were starting to rub off on me, as I began to wake up early with her. I had no real "tasks" to do in the morning, but just getting up early was an accomplishment for me.
One morning, about two weeks into Adi's stay at my house, I awoke and stretched, and decided I would go for a run. I saw Adi, crouched in a corner of my room, her laptop on a small table in front of her, typing away as she drank from her water bottle.
I stretched again, still in my pajamas as I walked over to her. "Hey, I was gonna go for a run, but when I come back we can get breakfast from that bakery you said you liked."
Adi smiled and nodded, "That sounds great! I should be just about ready to take a break by the time you come back."
I smiled and meandered over to my dresser. Adi had seen me naked many, many times at this point, though she was too shy to change in front of me. I, however, was not shy, and stripped down right there as I looked for my running clothes. I grabbed a sports bra, shorts, and underwear before pulling them on, checking myself in the mirror again. I couldn't be sure of it, but I could feel Adi watching me as I changed. I didn't mind, but it was a thought that lingered as I grabbed my headphones and water bottle.
I was not one for exercising most of the time, and as such my runs were fairly short. I just felt being active in any way was a step up from where I was. I turned my music on and started to run.
As I ran, that thought still ran through my mind, the feeling of Adi's eyes on me as I changed. I tried my best to push it down, we'd never even talked about doing anything like that, and for now, I intended to keep it that way.
I'd run about half the length of my normal route before making an unfortunate discovery: I hadn't filled my water bottle up all the way, and was now out. I considered continuing, but the thought of passing out on a morning run was not particularly appealing to me. I slowly made my way home.
I walked in through the front door, placing my water bottle on the counter so I would remember to fill it later. I still had my headphones in and music playing, which was unfortunate as I opened the door to my room to a sight I had not intended to see.
Adi had taken off all her clothes, which were strewn around the room, except her pink panties. She'd draped a towel over the corner of my bed and was grinding against it, passionately. My headphones were playing music, but if they weren't, I'd have heard her moaning from downstairs.
As the door opened, Adi turned and saw me, so surprised that she fell off the bed and onto the floor, grabbing the towel and using it to cover herself. "Izzy! O-oh my god, I, I thought you'd, you'd be gone longer, I..."
I stood there dumbfounded. The image was hard to process, though I could feel how wet I suddenly was all the same. I took my headphones out, trying to process everything. Adi wrapped the towel around herself as she sat on the floor, I got down and sat there with her.
"C-can I explain?" She asked, timidly. I wanted my face to convey that I wasn't upset, but Adi may have been panicking too much to tell.
"I..." Adi sighed heavily before speaking quietly. "When I'm at home, I masturbate a lot. Like...most of the time. It's one of the few things I can do by myself, locked in my room."
I wanted to hear more, but I cut her off. "What's 'a lot'?"
Adi, her cheeks flushed, looked away briefly, "Uh, at school? Probably once or twice a day. When I'm at home...probably five or six?"
I smiled, trying to make light of the situation, "Wow, I didn't realize you were so horny all the time."
"On top of that, I haven't...masturbated since I've been here."
I looked over at her, "Adi, you've been here almost two weeks."
"I know, I didn't want to say anything because you and your family have been so nice. But I've been really...pent up."
"You know, you could do it in the shower or something? There's places here where you can have privacy."
Adi shook her head, "I...I'd be too nervous. That's why when you said you were leaving the house I was like, oh, perfect timing, but...it wasn't clearly."
I wasn't sure what to say next. Poor Adi was so embarrassed, she could barely look at me. We were very close, but nothing like this had ever happened before. I decided to slightly change the subject.
"Is that...how you always do it?"
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"Like with the towel and the corner of the bed and stuff?"
