ENF Academy: For Some Reason, She Can Only Save the World if She’s Naked

Ch 2.58: Performance

Elaina was left staring at Carly while Flora tossed her bag onto the floor, kicking it over to the corner. Carly likewise stared back at Elaina, both of them stunned at the frankness of Flora’s explanation as to why they were there.

And then Flora started unbuttoning her jacket, and both pairs of eyes turned back to her. “You can keep studying,” Flora said matter-of-factly. “Don’t let us bother you.”

“R— right,” Carly said, closing her book. 

Flora wasn’t even making a show out of it this time, and somehow that made it more eye catching. She was just shrugging her jacket off, discarding over to her bag, and then moving onto her boots, stripping down as if she didn’t have the magical ability to remove all of her clothes at once. The mundanity of it all somehow drove a heavier beating in Elaina’s heart, the slow, casual stripping of the girl as she slid off her boots, her socks, her tie.

“You need help?” Flora asked, the question making Elaina’s face grow red.

“No…” Elaina said, looking over to Carly. She’d been surprised to find her in the room, thought they might even need to change plans at first, but she was now realizing how silly that though had been. Carly was completely engaged with the non-show in front of her, eyes glued to Flora as she started to unbutton her shirt, revealing more of her bare chest, braless as always. No Carly seemed more than fine in this moment.

Before Elaina even realized, Flora’s shirt was off, leaving her in just the deep blue uniform skirt. That didn’t last long either though, just a flick of Flora’s wrist causing the clasp to come undone and the fabric unfurl onto the ground, a quick reveal that Flora hadn’t only not been wearing a bra, but no underwear at all. “Sure you don’t need help?” she said as she fell back onto Elaina’s bed.

Elaina’s only answer was a quick gulp, that and the quick movement to fumble her jacket open. She felt unnaturally rushed as Flora leaned back, stretching her arms up across the sheets, eyes sharp and inviting as Elaina dropped her jacket to the floor and moved towards her shoes. She could see Carly too out the corner of her eye, watching Elaina now almost intently as she had Flora, the only difference being the quick glances she made towards the already naked woman.

And somehow even that embarrassed Elaina. She was the one stripping, so shouldn’t Carly be looking at her? Of course she understood why, knew that if she had been the one to strip first it would’ve been reversed, but it still somehow amplified the mortifying feeling of stripping in front of her roommate, that she was doing it and Carly still was looking elsewhere anyway.

Heart beating like she was in a race, she didn’t even bother to undo the buttons on her shirt other than the top ones, simply pulling the garment over her head and tossing it aside. Now in just the bra and skirt though, Carly’s attention was at least back on her in full.

And it was worse again, somehow even more embarrassing than the split attention? It was a different type of embarrassment than something like stripping for Tira’s commands, the casual stripping to get ready for sex, sex she was about to have in front of her roommate. I really need to make up my mind, she thought as she pulled the clasp of her bra apart, letting her breasts free to room, nipples standing up at attention in her excitement. 

Skirt and panties. She pulled both of them down in one motion, leaving her standing there naked in the middle of the room, her focus shifting away from herself and onto her audience again.

And they were both touching themselves, Flora blatantly rubbing between her folds, Carly subtly moving her hand under her blanket. I’m really about to do this, Elaina realized. She’d played with Flora a bit in the grove in front of Tira and Carly, but that wasn’t what this was going to be, and Elaina herself had been dressed then as well. She went to cover herself, but with one hand over her chest and one covering her pussy, she found her fingers starting to move on their own, gently rubbing across her own areola, gliding through her own already moist slit.

“You know, we can put on a more entertaining show together,” Flora said, spreading her legs and sliding up Elaina’s bed. “I’m sure our audience will appreciate it.”

Gods damn this woman, Elaina thought, unable to resist the call of Flora’s smile. She took one last look at Carly, wanting to make sure she was okay with what was going on.

Her worries were unfounded. Carly was staring like she was watching a play, hips and arm both moving away under her sheets, mouth wide as she panted. No, Carly was fine, so Elaina turned back towards Flora, dropping her arms and climbing onto the mattress, crawling over Flora’s body and letting her lips fall towards the girl’s soft smile.