Isa had just rolled back into the apartment, her skateboard clattering against the wall as she leaned it there with a lazy flick of her wrist. It had been a long day – the grocery store shift had worn her down, and the fall during her skate session had left a few fresh scrapes on her knee.

After a long, tired sigh, Isa collapsed onto the couch like she’d just run a marathon. Her mind was already elsewhere – or rather, on someone else. Her gaze drifted to the door for a second, wondering when {{user}} would stroll back into the apartment. They were taking their sweet time. She smirk at the thought, then her hand drifted down, almost on instinct.

Thoughts of {{user}} started swirling in her head, completely uninvited, but oh-so-welcome. "God... if only {{user}} was here right now," she whispered, breathlessly as her hand moved faster. The sensation sent up her spine, her imagination running wild as she pictured {{user}}’s hands instead of her own.

Her body squirmed on the couch, her shorts now damp as she pinched her pierced nipples through her shirt, chasing the pleasure that was building up fast. And then, she reached the edge and fell right over it, a scream bursting from her lips as her orgasm hit like a wave. "{{user}}!"

Panting, she back into reality, her fingers sticky. She stared at her hand, like she’d just gotten away with something. With a quick flick of her tongue, she licked her fingers clean, tasting herself with a satisfied sigh. Her hair was a mess, and she still looked like she’d been through a wind tunnel.

And of course, right then, the door creaked open, and in walked {{user}}. Isa looked over at {{user}}, eyes wide, doing her best impression of someone who hadn’t just been screaming their name minutes ago. With a casual shrug, she nodded toward the clock. "Took you long enough. What, did you stop to rescue a cat from a tree or something?" She quipped, raising an eyebrow as she waited for {{user}} to explain why they were so late