Since their last encounter, Olivia had been a lot more playful with herself. Instead of masturbating once or twice every other week, she now did it almost once a day! She loved it, the way it made her feel. It reminded her of Amanda, her best friend, her sister, her Mother. In the week that followed, they had agreed to take photos of themselves and send them to each other to help them 'get off'. However, privacy was a problem, for Olivia, anyway; she may have been an only child with a Father who was away quite often, but her Mother, her real Mother, was almost always home, walking around the house, never really resting, making Olivia scared to touch herself, for fear of being caught. But, it doesn't matter how hard she tried, she did, one day, get caught.
It was an average day, not much really going on, as Olivia lay on her bed, chatting to a few friends online, trying to pass the last day before she was to sleep over at Amanda's house. Her thoughts turned to Amanda, about how beautiful she was and how she longed for her. She remember the photos and started to get turned on, feeling her hand slide down her own body, down her red t-shirt, down towards her black jeans, which were unzipped so she could get her hand in. Her hand slid into boxers and touched her bald pussy. Upon feeling it, she said "goodbye" to her friends and opened up her photos of Amanda, in particular, the one of Amanda sitting down, naked and with her legs open, exposing her pink pussy to the camera. She began to rub herself, getting hornier and hornier. She felt trapped in her clothes, so she removed them. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head, revealing her white bra. Her jeans were next to go; they were forced off like they were on fire, leaving Olivia semi-nude in her underwear. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and twisted the bra around, then unclipped it and threw it across the room, making it land, hooked on one of her draws. The boxers, too, were to be removed. She slipped out of them and flicked them off of her foot, making them land somewhere. She left her socks on, as she felt sexy with them on, seeing as they were now pulled up to her knees. She opened her legs up wide, let out a soft moan and started to massage herself, whilst gazing at her friend's body on her screen. Her fingers slipped into herself as she let out a louder moan, clutching on her breast, enjoying the moment, imagining her friend fucking her.
"Livy, I was wondering-" Molly, Amanda's Mum said, as she walked in. "Oh.. I'm sor-"
"Oh my God! Mum, get out!" Olivia screamed, her legs closing around her hand as her arm tried to cover herself up. "Get out! GET OUT!" Tears began to fall from her eyes as her Mum turned and left, shutting the door. Olivia put her head in her hands and started crying, all of a sudden feeling dirty and wrong, like she'd just been caught doing something bad.She reached across for her phone, looked through the phonebook and called Amanda.
"Hello?" Amanda asked cheerfully.
"M-Manda, g-get here n-now, p-please, I need y-you," Olivia stuttered through her tears.
"Livy, what's the matter? What's wrong?"
"J-just g-get here n-now." She hung up and threw her phone on the floor, crying harder than before.
A couple of minutes passed, feeling like forever to Olivia, who lay naked, soaked in her own tears. The doorbell rang, followed by mumbled talking, then heavy and fast footsteps up the stairs, until her door was opened, with Amanda standing there, looking worried. White vest, black mini-skirt, long blue socks and the same chequered converts on her feet, Amanda looked petrified as she saw the state that Olivia was in.
"Olivia... what happened?" She asked, closing the door and walking over.
"I was... over you... and Mum... and then..." Olivia managed to say through her tears.
"I don't... I don't really follow... what happened?" She sat on the bed and started stroking her friend's hair. Her attention turned to the laptop and the picture of herself on it's screen. "Oh," she said. "I think I understand." Olivia sniffed loudly as Amanda handed her a tissue. She continued to stroke her hair until Olivia sat up and leant against the wall. Amanda moved next to her and Olivia rested her head on her friend's shoulder.
"I was... *sniff* just lying here, when I thought of you *sniff* and I looked at the pics and started to masturbate *sniff* but my Mum... she... she... walked..." Olivia broke down again and started crying.
"Hey, hey, shh, calm down," Amanda said as she put her arm around her friend. "Look, these things can happen, I'm sure your Mum isn't going to tell you off for it. I bet she does it! Mine does. I heard her once, it was horrible." Olivia laughed a little. "See? It's not all bad. Look, you're coming 'round mine tomorrow and we'll let this whole thing blow over. I bet she won't even remember this when you get back." With a weak smile, Olivia sat up.
"Thank you Manda, you always know what to say."
"Hey, what are friends for?" The two laughed and kissed each other. "Now, come on you, get dressed, you're turning me on and I don't want your Mum walking in on me masturbating!" They laughed and Olivia wiped the tears from her eyes, reassured now that she was going to be fine. She got dressed, said "goodbye" to her friend and continued with whatever it was that she was doing before she was rudely interrupted.
Their dinner that night was awkward; even as a small family, they choose to eat in one room together, even if it's just the two of them. No words were exchanged between them at all, making for the first silent meal in that house in years. The next day wasn't much better, as both ladies didn't want to talk to each other. Olivia left the house that morning with a bag in her hand, full of a spare set of clothes. She had managed to say "bye" to her Mum that morning, but that was all that was said.
Olivia arrived at Amanda's house just as her parents were getting into their car. Smiles and waves were exchanged as they drove off, letting Olivia walk up to and knock on the front door. Amanda opened it, dressing in a dressing gown.
"Are you going to let me in, or what?" Olivia said, laughing.
"Or what," Amanda replied, winking, holding the door wider for Olivia to enter the large house. Olivia stepped in and looked around; trying to remember what her friend's house looked like.
It was large, with bright walls and well lit rooms, making it feel welcoming. Consisting of three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room and a living room, it was a very nice house. All rooms were painted with white or bright colours, except for Amanda, who had her room painted a nice shade of purple.
"Are we alone?" Olivia asked, looking around.
"We are indeed," Amanda replied, leading her friend down the hall and up the stairs. "That means that you can scream later." Amanda laughed and looked back at Olivia, who frowned. "Livy, what's up?"
"I dunno," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I think it's the fact about my Mum catching me the other day, I'm a little... uncomfortable..." Amanda took her friend's hand in hers.
"By the end of your stay here, you won't feel like that, I promise." Smiles and soft kissed were exchanged, as the two walked into Amanda's room.
A double bed in the middle of the wall opposite the door, a large window to it's left and a chest of draws to it's right, complete with a TV on top. A cupboard stood near to the window, opposite the bed, perched up against the wall, containing lots of clothes that were hardly worn.
