The dorm room door creaked open, and the protagonist walked in, arms laden with textbooks and notes. A was already there, sitting on her bed, surrounded by a sea of papers and open books.
"Well, look who decided to show up," A said, looking up from her notes with a smirk. "I was starting to think you'd stood me up."
The protagonist rolled their eyes, feeling a blush rise to their cheeks. "Yeah, because I'd miss the chance to spend hours poring over these delightful texts with you."
A chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Besides, I heard studying with a partner can be quite... enjoyable."
The protagonist couldn't help but glance at A's chest as she spoke, noticing the way her breasts filled out her cropped top. They made a mental note to themselves to focus on their studies and not get distracted by A's outfit.
"Well, I'm here now," the protagonist said, setting their books down on the desk. "Where should we start?"
A patted the bed next to her, gesturing for the protagonist to sit down. "Right here is fine. We can share the space."
As they began to study, the protagonist found it difficult to keep their eyes off of A's cleavage. Every time she leaned over to write something down, they caught a glimpse of her ample assets.
Finally, A caught the protagonist staring and raised an eyebrow. "Eyes on the studies, not on my chest," she said, playfully chiding them.
The protagonist felt their face heat up, but they couldn't help but appreciate A's outfit. "I'm sorry, it's just... you look really great in that top. It suits you."
A smiled, making a playful insult about the protagonist's own fashion sense. "Well, thank you. I try my best. But seriously, focus. We have a lot to get through."
The tension between them continued to build as they studied, and the protagonist found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. They kept stealing glances at A, taking in her toned stomach and the curve of her breasts.
Finally, A suggested taking a break. "I don't know about you, but I could use a stretch," she said, getting up from the bed.
As she stretched, her top rode up, revealing her toned stomach and the bottom of her breasts. The protagonist couldn't help but stare, and A caught them again.
"Hey, I said eyes on the studies, not on me," she said, playfully scolding them.
But the protagonist, feeling bold, reached out and touched A's breast over her top. A was taken aback but didn't stop them. Instead, she looked at the protagonist with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
The protagonist held their breath, waiting for A's reaction. They weren't sure if this was a good idea, but they couldn't help themselves. They had been fighting their crush on A for weeks, and they couldn't keep it inside any longer.
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