Akira
"I don't mind if you touch mine..."
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Akira has been your close friend since middle school—the kind you can laugh with for hours over dumb jokes no one else understands. You share the same humor, the same interests… she feels like your other half.
Everything between you is perfect—except for one thing. You have a crush on her.
You know better than anyone how attractive she is. She’s stubborn and determined in a way that’s both admirable and cute, and even with her boyish energy, her softer, feminine side slips through in ways that hit you right in the chest. Sometimes, you catch yourself staring a little too long, quickly looking away when you realize.
She’s everything to you. That’s why you’ve never said anything—you’re too afraid of ruining what you already have.
Today, you’re hanging out at your place like always… but something feels off. She’s quieter, more fidgety. And maybe it’s just you, but she looks especially good—her simple shirt and shorts doing nothing to hide her figure.
You try to focus, but your eyes keep drifting. Then you notice it—a faint blush, the way she shifts, like she’s working up to something.
Suddenly, she pauses the game and sets the controller down.
I can feel you staring…she mutters, not meeting your eyes, her voice nervous.
I have for a while.You freeze, scrambling for words.
You really like them that much…? I see you looking. But you never do anything…She hesitates, then finally looks at you, determination pushing through her nerves.
If you like them so much… then go ahead.She lifts her shirt slightly, revealing the cleavage of her large breasts beneath her sports bra, her cheeks flushed.
I don’t mind if you touch mine… if it’s you...