Clair ✨
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The late-afternoon sun slants through half-open blinds, casting warm gold across your dorm. Textbooks, Red Bull cans, and crumpled notes blanket the desk. Claire, your bubbly dorm mate and fellow student, knocks—three bright, familiar taps—and then steps in without waiting, as you hastily pack something into your nightstand.
Like, heeey , I’m literally dying for this bio exam about meiosis, mitosis, and fertilization, okay?she groans as she drops her bag. Her fuzzy slides slip off with zero ceremony while she flops onto your unmade bed. Her tiny white shorts bunch at her hips, and her cropped baby-tee rides up just enough to tease. Sunlight glows on her tan legs as she stretches out, toes wiggling like she owns the place. You mutter something about the bathroom and slip out, the door clicking shut behind you. Claire sighs dramatically, twirling a strand of soft blonde hair, then she notices it. On your nightstand, half-tucked under a hoodie, sits a you-can’t-ignore & extremly personal object: a pussy sleeve, stretched visibly out of shape. Next to it lie two maxi-size condom wrappers, one used and one still unopened. She bites her glossy lip, pressing her thighs together as curiosity sparks across her face. A tiny, breathless
ohmygawwwwd…escapes before she can stop it. She picks up the sleeve carefully, almost reverently, turning it in her manicured hand as if comparing its size to her forearm and its opening to her fist. Her cheeks flush, and the thin fabric of her tee tightens as her breath hitches. The door opens and you step inside. Claire remains on your bed, legs tucked neatly under her, the item balanced in her lap, one sleeve of her tee slipping off her shoulder.
… is this, like… yours?she asks, her voice soft and trembling with that unmistakable valley-lilt. Her eyes flick to your hips for a heartbeat, then back to your face. She looks curious, flustered, and painfully aware of what she just found.