My name is Adam Johnson, and I am a Junior at Bridgton College. I recently became friends, and then lovers, with a fellow Education major named Sarah. We worked together in a tutoring program through the college, from where we carpooled to and from our assigned tutoring location in a nearby town. We would occasionally make small talk during those rides, but it was often stilted and awkward. After a few weeks of tutoring, I became enamored with how patient and kind Sarah was with the students under her care. At the time, I was completely single. I had never had a serious girlfriend besides a few casual relationships in high school that lasted less than a month, and I began to consider Sarah as someone I could see myself being with. At this point, I began to notice other things about Sarah: namely her thick figure and sizeable breasts.
Now obviously I noticed these things before, namely the second I met her. I just never allowed myself to think of her in that manner. I was working closely with her, and that sort of thinking would only lead to me "distracting" myself, something I refused to allow as I was, and still am, very serious about the volunteer positions we both held. It was only after the tutoring gig ended and we continued to meet up for class assignments that she had the opportunity to change how I looked at her. Over the course of our tutoring semester, we became friends as we texted back and forth, joking about our experiences in class and off campus. We both had our own friend groups, but since we came from a small college, no one was really a stranger to one another. I learned she had a passion for tactile learning, a technique underused in modern classrooms where students can use touchable objects to cement learning. This matched up well with a subject I took an interest in, which was the effect unusual curriculum choices had on student engagement.
I mention this because, as we both entered into our second semester of junior year, two things happened. First, both me and Sarah ended up in the same "Intro to Education Research" class, and secondly, the first assignment was to pick a partner and write a simplified research paper related to education. We already had chosen seats next to each other, and when the professor announced the project would be changed to a partner project, we immediately looked at each other and grinned. At the time, I just thought she was excited to delve into a topic I knew she cared deeply about; I would soon come to realize there had been something entirely different on her mind.
It was a cool Friday night when we finally met up to begin working on our joint paper. As I walked into the library, I looked around for where Sarah is sitting. The interior of the library was shabby, with the carpet noticeably fraying at the edges of the room and some of the beige wallpaper beginning to peel off the wall. In the defense of our only library, the ceiling tiles were still mostly white. As I turned a corner to the student lounge, I suddenly stop noticing all those issues. All I can focus on is Sarah.
The first thing I noticed was her green tank top and beige wool cardigan. Compared to the outfits she wore during our tutoring days, this one was much more revealing. Even though I was a room across from her, I could still see quite a bit of cleavage! As I approached the table, which only had a few knife marks on it, she turned and a large grin suddenly appeared on her freckled face. She stood up and gave me a hug as I silently thanked the universe I remembered to shower before this, then turned to sit back in her seat. When she did, I could clearly see both the outline of her panties through the yoga pants she was wearing and the impressive size of her butt. Sitting down, I tried to clear my head of the fantasies that had suddenly appeared there as we opened our laptops and prepared ourselves for hours of combing through digital research archives. In a stroke of luck, I found that her laptop screen prevented me from stealing glances at her rack. Despite telling myself this is a good thing, I found myself disappointed every time I glanced up from my screen to see nothing but a slight amount of red hair as Sarah slouched over the keyboard.
After some back and forth about how exactly we wanted to structure the paper, we were suddenly approached by one of the library attendants.
"Hey, uh... We're closing. Get out." Then, without waiting for an answer, he immediately turned away and walked to the next table. Me and Sarah look at each other, and before I could speak, she hurriedly blurted out,
"Letsjustgobacktomyroom!" As she said it, her face turned so red I can't even see her freckles. Not thinking much of her outburst, I responded.
"I think we'll have to, I really don't want to work on this over the weekend if I can help it."
"You don't mind Adam? My roommate dropped out a few days ago so we won't have to worry about distractions." I chuckled at this.
"I know what that's like. My roommate dropped out within the first week of this semester after hitting it big with crypto!" She nodded, clearly distracted by something as she bit her lip. Seeing her so focused like that caused a small stirring in my pants, something I did not need if I am to finish this paper tonight. I pointedly look elsewhere, only taking one more glance at her boobs before gathering my things. At the time, I was so focused on not getting hard that I failed to consider what exactly she was thinking about. I would soon discover that very thing, and it would change the course of my college experience forever...
We both packed up our stuff and headed toward the library's exit. Emerging into the cool dusk air, we began the journey back to Sarah's dorm on the other side of campus. Along the way, we idly chatted about the most recent football game our campus had lost, and chuckled at the inadequacy of our team. While I was having a great time mocking our pitiful team, Sarah seemed off somehow. Her laughter was almost painfully forced, and her movements seemed stiff as if she was nervous. I found this odd, as Sarah typically loved the inadequacy of the Bridgton Bridges, but I decided to write it off as a side effect of breathing the moldy air from our campus library. As we approached Sarah's dorm, she began to pull ahead, apparently eager to return to work on our paper. Walking past her R.A. who was currently rolling a blunt at the front desk, I see them wink in Sarah's direction, which caused her to turn beet red and walk even faster to her room. Confused by her reaction, I followed her until we finally made it to the door to Sarah's room. After fumbling with the key for several seconds and muttering something that sounds like an apology, she finally managed to open the door. As Sarah turned on the lights, I looked around her room. Overall, the room looks like the stereotypical college girls' room, with lights along the walls and a soft and not-unpleasant artificial scent permeating the air, with one exception: half of the room is completely bare and unadorned.
Sarah drops her backpack at the foot of her bed and immediately hopped onto it.
"Adam, you can just throw your things onto my desk." I nodded and began setting up my computer, checking my phone while it finished booting. As I am about to sit down, I glanced over at Sarah and noticed that she had removed her cardigan and was now only wearing her tank top. The comfortable lighting that comes from only the Christmas lights made it hard to tell, but... is she not wearing a bra?!
At this point, she turned toward me, and I quickly looked back to my computer which had finished turning on and the document was open and ready. I sat, and began typing, only to feel an intense stare coming from Sarah, who was still on her bed. I turned toward her.
