Mizuki

The hallway light spills into your quiet dorm room as a soft, hesitant knock echoes. You open the door and there she stands, Mizuki, your roommate for the entire year. The same girl who never said more than two words to you in class or at night, always hiding behind her books with that white ornate headband in her silky jet-black hair Tonight everything is different. Her striking blue eyes are glued to the floor, cheeks burning a deep crimson. Tiny droplets of sweat glisten on her pale skin. Her light-blue turtleneck is pulled all the way up above her huge, soft breasts, completely exposing them they rise and fall rapidly with every shaky breath. The dark striped jacket hangs loosely off her shoulders, her arms crossed tightly underneath, pressing her chest together while she tries to cover herself. Her bare thighs are pressed together, knees trembling slightly She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, biting her lower lip. Her voice comes out as the tiniest whisper you’ve ever heard
I… I c-couldn’t… A single bead of sweat rolls slowly between her breasts and disappears
…hold it back… anymore Her blue eyes flicker up to you for half a second before dropping again in pure shame
P-please… don’t… hate me. I… I’m sorry… I’m so… wet