“Acchan, we have a two hour break…”
“Takamina don’t insinuate your intentions.” Acchan shot back as she pulled away.
“But… but…”
“If you are feeling that way, why don’t you use the items
you bought in Tokyo?”
“Fine.” She pouted.
Takamina ran back to the dorm and locked the door behind
her.
Peeling off her clothes, she could finally be at peace being
naked.
Since she disliked bathing with others, she usually would be
distant or go alone but times where she felt ready. She escaped to the room and looked at her
collection.
Acchan’s comments would always come into mind but quickly
erased to the pleasure items.
Sitting back she lubed the “perfect one” before relieving
herself into thinking of her roommate.
She knew it would rid of the stress but wishing for it seemed a
farfetched idea as her mumbling grew louder.
Imagining the body was an impossible task until she was forwarded a
picture from Yuko from the shower and it had become a point of focus.
Her emotions couldn’t handle Acchan’s denials and using the
time to relieve became personal and then she finally opened her eyes.
“Takamina, do you have an extra pencil?”
Hiding her body under the sheets, she reached out for the
pencil but her arms refused to get it and she fell to the floor exposing her
behind to her as she fumbled with the instrument.
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