HISTORIA yn text me to do some stretches with her and im so nervous >.<'
MIKASA isnt this what you wanted, right?
SASHA or maybe yn will jump you for embarrassing her on tiktik
HISTORIA ILL JUMP YOU IF YOU DONT SHUT UP
SASHA DO IT 🤬
YMIR anyways, just go see her and let us know how that went
MIKASA and hey, maybe she'll bump and grind with that little pussy of yours 👅
SASHA more like bony 💀
HISTORIA STOP im already in her room....
her boobs are so perky, i wanna suck on em
NARRATIVE,
Historia can feel the vibrations coming out of her phone once she exited out of the group chat, she smiles as she was watching you grabbing the mat from your closet. "I like your sports bra. It makes your boobs sit up pretty."
You glance at her as you drop the mat down onto the wooden floor, "are you saying my boobs were saggy before?"
"What! N-No! Of course not! Y-Your boobs were always sitting up pretty a-and even if it was saggy, they're still pretty! I mean that in a positive way, n-not in a rude way!" Historia was shaking her head and waving her slender hands quickly, showing she doesn't want you to be offended. Her ears and cheeks were faintly reddening as you find it adorable.
You chuckle as you step in front of her, patting her head gently. "I'm fucking with you. C'mon, let's get started."
Historia blushes more as she felt your warm hand on top of her head, it made her feel special and babied in a way. Her doe blue eyes looks up at you, "d-do you mind if I take off my shirt as well? In case it gets hot."
"Go ahead."
Historia nearly squeals out of excitement as she swiftly pull her shirt upwards from the hem but her earring got caught onto the string, "Owowowowowowow! Help!"
You turnt your head and kneel in front of her to help her with her earring. "Why were you rushing?" Historia grumbles with a pout, "I-I wasn't rushing."
You giggle hearing her out, your fingers gently remove the shirt string out of her earring. Your hands guides the rest of her shirt to be off of her torso. Your eyes averts down at her chest. She was flat-chested but her breasts were still pushed up and perky. You can see the shape of her hardened nipples against the fabric of her sports bra. Her slender hands covers her chest shyly, "d-don't stare. You're making me feel insecure."
Your hands went atop of hers to move them away from her chest, you smile to reassure her. "Don't be insecure. They're perfect." Her doe blue eyes fluttered into blinks as her pale ears and cheeks grew red once more.
"Perfect enough for you to suck on them."
"Huh?" Historia gently push you back so she can stand up off of your bed, "nothing! Let's do some stretches! I got some from TikTok and it should help out with any tight muscles before doing cheer routines." She change the subject so quickly that she starts becoming clumsy by lifting up her leg immediately to the air but she lost her balance. She nearly knock the items off of your desk.
You swoop in and caught her from falling over, your hands went on her hips as her arms immediately went around your neck.
"I-I'm sorry." She apologized. "What's up with you? You're acting more weird than you are on the phone." You questioned her.
Historia bit her on bottom lip then stop as she whispers, "I-I don't know. I just... I just don't want you to judge me."
"Judge you from what? You're my friend."
That's the thing. I don't want to be friends. I want to be girlfriends. Historia didn't say anything but kept holding onto you.
She could feel your bra grazing hers and your skin so warm against hers. She could feel your hardened nipples as her hardened nipples pokes them, she sighs deeply that she should control herself. "I-I should go."
"Go?" You were confused as Historia pulls herself out of the embrace and pick up her shirt to put it back on. "Yeah. I just remembered I have an assignment due tonight." Historia giggles, grabbing her phone to tuck it in her shorts back pocket.
"What about doing the stretches?"
"We can do that another time. I'll text you." You find it so odd on how she was behaving. Just a moment ago, she was so happy and now she's leaving? You grab her wrist, "did I do something wrong?"
"No! You're fine. I'll text you, Y/n." She smiles brightly to convince you, reassuring that you're not the problem.
She was.
Once you let go of her wrist, she simply waves and open your door to leave. Historia walks down the hall within the dormitory already feeling more of that deep guilt. "Damnit."
