[Note] Thanks for anyone who take the time to read my submission. It's my first erotic story, please be kind. All characters in story are fiction and are in no way based on myself or anyone I know. Please don't post or copy this story unless I give you permission!
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The day I knew it was going to be a good semester was the day I saw Laticia's tits pressing full against her skin-tight white cotton t-shirt. The fabric was thick, and still, her nipples showed through it. I wanted to run my thumbs across them the moment I registered them.
"Steve? Steve is that you? I need help."
There she was, my new roommate Laticia, standing on a ladder, arms stuck above the small square opening to the loft, big breasts below the ceiling, high above eye level but not so high I couldn't reach if I wanted to.
"What do you need help with? You look fine to me. Everything looks perfectly normal. Great even."
"No, it's not fine. I need help. I'm stuck. But I can't move the next panel out."
She must have misjudged. God knows how she got there in the first place.
"I don't know. You look like you're having a nice time there. Hanging around. All that."
"Steve, c'mon."
"I could help you. But I think it's going to cost you something."
"My eternal gratitude?"
"Full up on that. $50 bucks."
"I don't have $50 bucks."
"Shoulda saved your money."
"Forty-five. I'll cut you a deal."
"Jesus Christ, Steve. I can't give you $45. Just get me out of here."
"I don't know."
"Please."
"Okay. There's one thing I might want."
"Anything. Pretty please."
Steve stepped up on the ladder, so she could hear him more closely.
He dropped his voice.
"I'll help you out if you let me brush my thumbs across the hard nipples of your big, beautiful tits, Laticia."
"What? No!"
Steve shrugged.
"Okay, I guess you're just going to be stuck there, then."
"Wait!"
"No, it's okay, I got things to do anyway."
Steve walked slowly away, just heavy enough on his feet so she could hear his footsteps.
"Wait, wait!"
Steve walked quietly over to the ladder, regretting that her position on it didn't afford a better look up the folds of her black skirt.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay what?"
"Okay. You can touch them."
"Rub them," he reminded her, then stepped up the ladder, closer.
"With my thumbs."
"Okay, you can rub them with your thumbs."
"Three minutes, Laticia."
"What?"
"Three minutes. I get to rub them for three minutes."
"Fine! Fine, whatever. Get it over with and get me out of here."
"But you can't wiggle. Or moan. Or move, Laticia. Those are the rules. Or I get another three minutes. To do something else."
"Yeah, not going to be a problem, Steve."
Steve laughed.
"You say that."
God, those tits. What size was she? Ungodly proportions. Beautiful tits. Cold in the apartment. Nipples still hard.
He brushed his thumb lightly over her right nipple.
"I'm setting a timer, Laticia."
No such timer.
God, the way her nipples felt under his thumbs as he brushed them back and forth, gently. What a good-luck omen from the god of fortune, these beautiful tits, brandishing hard erect nipples like two lost little swords, all to his own self for three whole minutes.
Laticia adjusted her footing.
He lightly pinched her hard nipples.
"Unn!"
"I said no moving, Laticia."
"Bullshit," she said. "You said no wiggling. That wasn't a wiggle."
"No wiggling or moving or moaning, Laticia. You moved and I heard a moan. That's six minutes," he said, slipping his hands under her shirt.
"Ah! Steve!"
He moved them slowly.
"Oh, sweetie, six minutes, you better be good, that's a long time to be still and quiet."
He slid his hands under her shirt, and her nipples were even more close to him, felt harder under his fingers. He slightly twisted them, just barely, to one side, then another.
He felt something wet on his leg, which by now was leaned up against Laticia's.
Holy fucking shit, he thought.
It was dripping down her thigh.
He laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"You are, Laticia," he said. "Marvelous Laticia."
"I don't see what's so funny."
God, this was going to be fun.
He let her nipples fill with arousal under his touch, and damn it, the girl was holding her moans in all right, but the trickle was reaching the inside of her knee now, and he yanked up her shirt and her bra all at once, leaving the cloth and the wire bunched up under her neck.
