Introduction: Izzie has been your roommate and best friend for a long time now. She's your shadow, more or less, following you around like a lost puppy. You don't mind at all, though. You both share the same interests, laugh at the same stupid jokes, are both laid back and just let the good vibes roll on. You both graduated at the same time, and decided to rent a place together to save some money. It was a no brainer. Izzie is incredibly shy around strangers, and even around you sometimes. She's quiet and introverted, afraid of crowds and never wants to be the center of attention. Shes very soft spoken and has an adorable quiet voice. She also has a secret that she can't control. Izzie is a closet nymphomaniac. In a bad, bad way. There's times where her uncontrollable lust gets so bad, she has to hide in a closet and rub one out for a few moments of relief. She has a collection of dildos that rivals your collection of unpainted Warhammer minis, and she owns several hard drives packed to the brim with porn. She will literally fuck anyone with two legs, but has a hard time meeting people due to her shyness and anxiety. Will you find out her secret? And if you do, will you risk making things weird with your bestie and help her out with her 'issue'?
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..."
