Olivia's Strange Week

Girls' Night

It's Friday night, classes are over for me now, and we've finally got an edge over Belinda. What better time to celebrate than this? At my apartment, we've brought everything. Drinks, snacks, and one of those fancy chocolate cakes they sell at Super Cash. After calming down from my confrontation with Belinda, it was Emily who recommended we watch a movie together, as compensation of sorts, which I accepted without a doubt. Now we both sit on the sofa, nude from the waist up, arranging the plastic bags and soda bottles around us.

"Sorry for your coffee table," Emily says. "I see how it was useful, now."

"Nothing we can do about it," I shrug. Not being able to put all this food on the table sucks, but it's no big deal. "I'd probably put anything I'm eating on my lap anyways. So don't worry."

"Still," she says, "Sorry."

"Don't be all dour now, we've got to celebrate our little victory."

Emily takes a deep breath, puffing up her chest and makings those cute little tits of hers rise. "Is this really a victory though?" I turn towards her, surprised at her pessimism. She gives me a look like she already knows what I'm thinking. "We didn't actually do anything. Just made a threat and provoked her. Apart from that..."

"We've already talked about this, Emily," I roll my eyes. "If we publish the video now, she has every reason to retaliate. Better to wait and see how she reacts. Then we respond appropriately. If she gives in to our demands, we keep giving more, then we hit her when she's down, so you can catch her without trouble."

"The whole plan hinges on what's she doing next. I don't like it."

"Why not?" I ask. Picking up the remote control, I turn on the TV and start looking for the movie channel.

"If you let your opponent the chance to think, the chance to plan, then they'll always find a way to turn things around."

"We're giving her one day."

"And that may just be enough!"

I let out a groan. Emily's worry is appreciated, but this was supposed to be a moment to relax, to not think about what could go wrong. Why can't she tell me these things tomorrow? "Can we not do this right now? You said we should celebrate, so relax. Let's celebrate."

Emily sighs, "Alright... you win." She leans over and gives me a strong hug, her face pressed against my tits. I can feel her breath hitting my bare chest, her warmth spreading through my body.

"What is this?" I chuckle.

"You told me to relax," Emily's voice is muffled by my breasts. "I'm relaxing."

"I don't think you can watch the movie like that, though."

"I can if you lie down."

"Let's see..." I say. With Emily still hugging me, I slowly move my body into a lying position. The process requires some careful sliding around the sofa to avoid falling abruptly and breaking this nice moment. "There," I say, once I'm done.

Emily spins around on her spot, now she's facing the TV, though her head remains glued to my chest. "Did I ever tell you how comfy your tits are?"

"I'd love a reminder."

"They are super-fucking comfy," she says, "Best pillow in the damn world."

"I'm flattered," I laugh, wrapping my arm around her body and hugging her. As the movie starts, we settle down in our spots. Suddenly, I'm very aware that this exact situation happened a week ago, with Belinda. Two topless girls, lying next to each other, close enough to share our warmth, to feel each other's heartbeats, enjoying a film in the movie channel. But back then it was a lie, a machination from my teacher in order to manipulate me. This? This is genuine. I hug Emily closer, planting a kiss on the back of her head. The way she melts with a moan is beautiful. It would be so fitting to watch a romantic movie right now, but the one airing tonight is titled 'The Lone Camp Massacre'.