This choice: Someone knocks on her door. She tries to hide you. • Go Back...Chapter #5Sasha's Interruption by: bobob1 Before Amber could answer your question, a loud knocking was heard at the door. Amber jumped, startled by the noise, and you almost went flying off of her hand. You just barely managed to latch onto her thumb and dangle from the palm of her hand. Amber glanced towards the door.
“Who is it?” She asked, raising her voice so the person out in the hallway could hear her.
“It’s Sasha, you dork!” A girl’s voice replied, giggling. “You told me to come over now, remember?”
“Shit…” Amber sighed softly. She looked at you and frowned. She had completely forgotten that Sasha was going to stop by. Should she tell her to come back another time? She definitely didn’t want Sasha to discover her tiny little tutor. Anyone but Sasha.
“Oh wait! Your door is open! Ha ha. Silly me!” Sasha laughed from the hallway, and Amber visibly flinched.
“SHIT!” She grimaced, glancing around her room in a panic. Jumping to the first idea that crossed her mind, she tossed you across her room, towards a pile of discarded clothes lying in the corner, right as Sasha opened the door.
You screamed as you flew through the air, tumbling head over heels. Waving your arms around like a maniac, you were unable to do anything to stop yourself from smacking down into the pile of clothes, impacting against the inside left cup of a silky, purple satin bra. Your squishy body was mildly crushed from the impact.
Sasha entered the room, wavering ever-so-slightly. It wasn’t hard to tell that she had recently knocked back a drink or two. She had short black hair swept over one eye and extremely pale, smooth skin. She was wearing only a sports bra and booty shorts, which did almost nothing to cover her noticeably attractive body.
“Heeeeey gurl!” Sasha collapsed onto Amber, nearly strangling her in a hug. Amber jokingly pushed her off, and Sasha theatrically tumbled onto the floor.
“Lay off the drinks Sasha.” Amber joked, hiding her nervousness. Ever time Sasha wasn’t looking, Amber kept stealing glances to the pile of clothes she had tossed you over into. Though Sasha was a good friend, Amber was desperate to keep you out of her hands.
Sasha, out of every girl in the sorority, was one of the hardiest partiers. She had absolutely no qualms about saying, or doing, anything. Sasha lived her life to the fullest and threw caution to the wind. Amber knew she would see you as nothing more than a cute little toy to play with. Amber also knew Sasha wouldn’t take that “toy’s” feelings or well-being into consideration.
“Lay off ‘em? Come off it Amber!” Sasha grinned mischievously. “You weren’t laying off ‘em last week! You drank more than any of us.”
“Uh…yeah but…” Amber fidgeted in her seat. Sasha scooted back a foot, and leaned against the wall. Her body was inches from the clothes pile, and you.
“I mean, you were totally wasted! I’ll remember that little strip show you gave me for years!”
“Sasha!” Amber cried, blushing. Though she was normally a laid back and chill girl (reclusive even), Amber knew she could be embarrassingly outgoing and provocative while drunk.
Amber was about to say more when Sasha let out a cute yawn and stretched out her arms. Her right arm fell down onto the pile of clothes, causing Amber to stifle a quick gasp. Unfortunately, Sasha noticed, and traced Amber’s line of sight to the clothes mound.
“Oh right! I almost forgot what I came here for!” Sasha exclaimed. Her hands grabbed at a silky, purple satin bra sitting at the top of the pile. The exact one that you were in! “Thanks for agreeing to let me borrow this Amber!” Sasha stood up, cradling the bra in her hands. She had yet to notice you at all.
Amber almost screamed, seeing her good friend and sorority sister about to unknowingly whisk her tiny tutor away. She spotted your crushed form, still stuck to the inside of the left bra cup, and bit her lip in frustration.
“Um…Sasha…don’t take that one. I need to…wash it.” Amber lied. “It’s dirty!”
“I don’t care!” Sasha giggled. “It’s soft and pretty, and I want it!” She sauntered over to the door. “I’m gonna put it on right now!” Sasha smiled from ear-to-ear.
“Sasha! Please. Don’t tak…”
“Buh-bye!” Sasha waved, leaving Amber’s room and closing the door behind her. Amber was unable to do a thing as Sasha headed down the hallway and down the stairs. With each swing of her arm, the bra jostled back and forth, and you grew just a bit closer to finally peeling free and reforming. You didn’t want to be anywhere near this bra when Sasha put it on. You HAD to get back to Amber.
Sasha reached the first floor and entered the huge common room right beside the lobby. A few sorority girls were sitting around, studying for their classes or scrolling through social media feeds. One couple was making out in the corner. Sasha stood by an empty table and set Amber’s bra down. She then, without a care in the world, unclipped and slipped off her sports bra, tossing it aside.
“Whoa there girl! Keep those two contained!” A sorority sister joked, pointing to Sasha’s breasts, which were jiggling back and forth without the pressure of a bra keeping them in place.
“I will! With this!” Sasha grinned, gripping Amber’s bra. She then began to lift it towards her massive, exposed chest. She still hadn’t noticed your tiny body in the left bra cup, and didn’t look like she was going to at all.
Realizing that this was your final chance, you gave one last big push to reform, hoping that fate would take pity on you and spare you from being plastered against Sasha’s huge tits.
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