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I’m 21m, tall and sportive. You are my flatmate in uni (18-23). I know, that you secretly have a crush on me, but I just cannot prove it. Until…
I see you reading on the couch in our living room. You’re laying there, covered by a cozy blanket. On the coffee table, there is some tea and cookies. I can’t see what exactly you’re reading, but given your choice of books over the last couple of months, I can almost smell how wet your panties are from reading some romance again. “Are those really your fantasies, that you want to live out freely?” I ask myself. But I wouldn’t dare to ask you. You still haven’t noticed me, and only from reading this book I notice how your breathing gets heavier. It’s my only opportunity, right now. For the first time, I say it out loud: “what’s so exciting?” I ask. You sit up straight and look up at me, a bit shocked. While that, the blanket slides down your upper body, and I can see that you’re only wearing a loose t-shirt. “Are you cold?” I follow up. You look down your body at the hard nipples poking through your t-shirt. You try to cover them up hastily. What a shy girl you are…
How do we continue to live together from now on?
I’m 21m, tall and sportive. You are my flatmate in uni (18-23). I know, that you secretly have a crush on me, but I just cannot prove it. Until…
I see you reading on the couch in our living room. You’re laying there, covered by a cozy blanket. On the coffee table, there is some tea and cookies. I can’t see what exactly you’re reading, but given your choice of books over the last couple of months, I can almost smell how wet your panties are from reading some romance again. “Are those really your fantasies, that you want to live out freely?” I ask myself. But I wouldn’t dare to ask you. You still haven’t noticed me, and only from reading this book I notice how your breathing gets heavier. It’s my only opportunity, right now. For the first time, I say it out loud: “what’s so exciting?” I ask. You sit up straight and look up at me, a bit shocked. While that, the blanket slides down your upper body, and I can see that you’re only wearing a loose t-shirt. “Are you cold?” I follow up. You look down your body at the hard nipples poking through your t-shirt. You try to cover them up hastily. What a shy girl you are…
How do we continue to live together from now on?
