"Did you... hook up with someone?" My face burned crimson as Liam, my handsome and charismatic desk partner, tossed the crumpled note onto my desk. "Th-that's absurd!" I stammered. "Then why's your chest bigger? Another growth spurt?" My name is Ashley, a dance major student aspiring to enter a prestigious arts program. Two days ago, during a large lecture, the professor was showing a documentary on the big screen. The other students were whispering amongst themselves. I wasn't really paying attention, so I snuck into the back corner and started catching up on my favorite show. Suddenly, I felt a warmth near my ear. Liam leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "Hey, pretty desk partner, I just realized you have the biggest chest in class." "Of course I do. I'm a D-cup, you know." I proudly lifted my chin. Liam whistled, then put on a wolfish grin. "I don't believe it. Unless you let me touch." Hearing his unfiltered remark, a flush spread across my face. "No way, you pervert!" "I've always used you as my... inspiration," he said, still grinning. My face instantly flared. What was I supposed to say to that? Should I admit I'd fantasized about him too? Seeing my silence, Liam poked my waist. The unexpected tickle made me flinch, and I instinctively shrunk back, worried about other students noticing our antics. "What now?" I mumbled. He leaned his upper body closer, tucking an earbud into my ear. "Want to see something good?" With that, he unlocked his phone and pulled up a video. A series of heart-pounding moans filled my ear. On the screen, a woman was kneeling on a bed, pinned down by a strong man. She rolled her eyes back, her pleas sounding less like pain and more like pure abandon, sparking all sorts of wild thoughts. "I don't think her butt is as good as yours," Liam compared seriously, his eyes glued to the screen. Even though I hadn't been in a real relationship yet, the guys in class constantly talked about girls, and they often made suggestive comments about my figure. My best friend, Sarah, had even blushed and secretly told me about her hotel escapades with her boyfriend, showing me little videos they’d recorded. In this environment, I'd long passed the stage of blushing at adult films. But watching one in class? That was a whole new level of scandalous! I quickly averted my gaze, only to find Liam staring at me, a playful arch in his brow. "Too scared to watch?" Under the bright classroom lights, his features were sharp and defined. Despite the roguish smile on his face, his undeniable good looks shone through. I feigned indifference, shifting my gaze back to the screen. "Pffft, I've seen tons of stuff like this." The couple on the phone changed positions. I tried to force myself not to overthink, while Liam's breathing seemed to merge with my own quickening heartbeat. Just then, Liam's hand slowly moved, settling on my leg, gently stroking. "Mmm..." Through the thin fabric, I could clearly feel the warmth of his palm. His hot breath brushed against my ear, and I couldn't help but gasp softly. I clenched my legs tightly and pressed his hand down. "Don't mess around! Aren't we watching the movie?" "You watch yours, I'll touch mine. We'll mind our own business," his voice had grown a little husky, his warm breath fanning my ear. I involuntarily shivered, trying to relax my body. Given my unspoken consent, Liam's hand moved upwards, tracing a path along my waist. A jolt of electricity ran through me, and that indescribable urge intensified. I tried to ignore his touch, but the seemingly gentle caress felt like a current, waves of tingling spreading from my chest, easily disrupting my breathing. My feet felt weak, half my body numb. The thrill of doing something forbidden in broad daylight, coupled with the scandalous moans from the earbuds, made the woman's pleasure in the video seem to align with my own. If... if Liam and I were to do that... Thinking of that unspeakable image, my whole body trembled, every bone melting into jelly. I couldn't help but close my eyes slightly. "G-gently..." Just then, I felt a sudden emptiness in my chest— Liam's hand had moved too much, unhooking my bra strap. "What do I do?!" I snapped out of my daze, my eyes wide with panic. I clutched my chest, agitated. "Quick! Help me clasp it back!" Liam hadn't expected this accident either. He obediently moved his hand up my side, under my shirt. Without the thin fabric as a barrier, his hot palm pressed directly against my skin, even hotter than before. When he finally found the two small clasps, I quickly straightened my back, making it easier for him to see. But Liam fumbled for a few moments, struggling to align the hooks. Just as my impatience grew, my shirt was suddenly lifted, and Liam actually bent down and slipped his hand further under my clothing! His somewhat stiff black hair brushed against my back, sending subtle shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, terrified of making a sound in the classroom. His breath, now unhindered, brushed against my skin, making my sensitive body even weaker. By the time Liam finally managed to clasp it, I was practically melting into my seat. Ding-a-ling... The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Without waiting for Liam to call me, I grabbed my books and bolted, not even looking back. I rushed into the dorm bathroom, tearing off my clothes. Sure enough, my skin felt a little flushed. Liam really went all out, didn't he? How could he be so rough? After showering and washing away the stickiness, my roommates saw me emerge from the bathroom, flushed. They didn't think much of it, instead chattering about gossip. "Liam has a game tomorrow. Are you going to watch?" Sarah asked casually, sitting across from me. I quickly shook my head, feigning indifference. "A bunch of guys running around? What's so special about that?" Sarah thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess not." A few seconds later, she swooned again. "But Liam is so handsome, and he has an eight-pack... I wonder if he's just as good in bed." Watching Sarah wiggle her hips, looking like she wanted to strip naked and throw herself at him, I glanced down. It almost felt like Liam's hand was still on my thigh. "Ah..." Thinking of those agile hands, I let out a low gasp, a shiver running through me. This was the first time I'd ever felt anything like this. My whole body felt out of control, far more stimulating than when I touched myself. I indulged in these fantasies for a while, even through dinner, until I received a message from Liam. "Want to take a walk on the track? Wear that white miniskirt you wore the other day." I wasn't stupid; of course, I knew what he meant. Especially with the specific request for the miniskirt. He clearly hadn't gotten enough touching this afternoon. He wanted to keep messing with me! When I arrived at the track, filled with anticipation, Liam was waiting by the bleachers. He put his phone away, studying me from head to toe. "Good girl," he said with a smile. My face burned. "I didn't wear it for you." Liam took my hand, leading me to a secluded spot behind the bleachers. He leaned in, whispering into my ear, "Still looks good." The next second, I was firmly pressed against him, his lips on mine. The surroundings were quiet, but the air suddenly thickened with an unspoken intensity. My already flushed body felt hot all over, my cheeks and ears practically on fire. Without realizing it, I lifted my hands and slipped them under Liam's t-shirt. A hazy thought drifted through my mind: his abs are so hard... Liam pulled away from my mouth, panting softly. "You learn fast, don't you?" I buried my face in his chest, frantically exploring his body with my hands, hurried gasps escaping my lips. "So... you can touch me... but I can't touch you?" "Then let me teach you something even better." With that, Liam lifted my skirt...
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