Stella
"What should I wear today?" I thought groggily as I rolled out of bed, unwilling getting up to prepare for university. After I got cleaned up, I stood butt naked outside my wardrobe, staring for a few good minutes.
At 24 years old, I stood about 160cm tall, with a wide hip setting, and a dainty waist that I'm proud of. I have a nice round ass that bounced ever so slightly with every step I took. It wasn't large by any means, but it was just the right size for my frame. My tits however, were what I was most proud of. Although a humble B cup, they were the perfect shape and roundness, with the tips pointed upwards. My nipples were large and dark, covering almost half of each breast. And they were hella sensitive. They harden and perk up at just about anything - when I'm cold, when I'm embarrassed, when it brushes over something, you get the idea...
When it came to dressing, I tended to dress simply and down to earth. I prefered classic styles that suited my body shape, rather than trendy outfits. I noticed the weather was a little grey and chilly, but there was some sun peaking through. So I grabbed my white sleeveless crochet knit top. Although it had pretty large crochet holes in between the knits, the material was nice and thick, which kept me just warm enough! I paired that with some jeans that clung to my legs and butt.
I went on to pick my matching underwear to go with the outfit choice. Definitely a thong with the tight jeans. My only clean thong happened to be the stringiest of them all. It also sat quite high up my waist. So the sides came up to above my jeans at the hip.
What about a bra. For as long as I can remember, I've always worn unlined bras. My mum was a small-chested woman who got away with the comfortable bralettes and unlined bras, and so I never thought to wear bras that were padded or lined either. I picked through my wardrobe and found a nude coloured mesh bralette with invisible seams. The whole bra was meshed and flimsy and completely transparent. Great, I needed something with invisible seams to blend into my skin, considering the somewhat see-through nature of my knit top.
I was in a rush to leave the house, so I hastily assembled my outfit, puffed on some makeup and left in a hurry. In my rush to leave, I didn't realise that although my bra couldn't be seen through my shirt, my 2 large dark nipples were clearly visible through the white see-through top.
I reached school 15 min late. Not wanting to miss much more of the class, I ran to the classroom. For my full breasts, this teeny mesh bralette was not helping. With each stride, my breasts bounced vigorously. As they bounced, the friction with each movement perked my nipples up. By the time I reached the classroom, my dark nipples are up and full attention, pressing against my film-thin bra and aching to burst free from the holes on the crochet top. Of course, I didn't realise the display I was putting on for my whole class to see. I entered through the front of the classroom and apologised to the prof. With all attention all me, my nipples caught the attention of every red-blooded male classmate. Their eyes locked on my chest as I bounced my way back to my seat, all the time oblivious to their stares.
Tony
Oh my fucking god, would you look at her. It's like she doesn't even realise it. That little slut Stella always comes in with her thin bras, and slutty lil tops that emphasize her tits. It's always a new excitement with each new outfit.
Today, she wore a see through knit top, with a see through bra? Wait, is she even wearing a bra today? I can't really see it. What was she thinking. The holes on her top are large enough to make out her nipples as she moves. And the white top just emphasises it further. She entered the classroom and took her seat in front of me.
"Hey Tony, did I miss out anything important just now?" Stella turned around in her seat and faced me. "Do you mind staying back after class for 5 minutes to run through what I missed?" Stella and I got acquainted through this class. And after bring in a few project groups together, we became causal friends. "Sure of course, I've always got 5 minutes for you" I said as I threw in a wink.
For a good half an hour into the class, I couldn't help but stare through her shirt from the back, trying to figure out if there was or wasn't a bra there. Her thong lines coming up from her jeans were also clearly apparent. I couldn't help but think what I'd do to her if I had the chance.
As the bell rang and as the rest of class walked out, Stella and I made some small talk - checking in on each other's school life, classes and whatnot. We moved to the back of the class where there was more space. It happened to be directly under the AC. Her nipples immediately perked up.
Stella
My nipples immediately perked up. Brr, it was cold on this side of the classroom. I could feel my nipples stand up, but I didn't realise how obvious they were showing.
I asked Tony if he would stay back and help me catch up with the part that I missed. He nicely agreed. Since the course of the class, Tony and I have gotten friendly, and even a little flirty. I will admit that he's easy on the eyes, with a nice toned body under his modestly tight shirts. He always carried a certain quiet confidence that I've always found subtly attractive.