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The locker room is quiet when you and Tanya head in, just the sound of water dripping from showerheads near the bathroom area.

“So, I’ve seen you around,” Tanya admits as she helps you sit on a bench, taking your direction to which locker is yours. “Didn’t you run for some student council shit last year?”

“Run, then tripped, then skidded,” you sigh. “Apparently, I’m a dangerous socialist trying to inject communism into our campus.” Tanya laughs, a high-pitched, but melodic noise. “And you’re one of our better ballers, if my memory serves.”

“Not saying much, have you seen our team’s game? It’s … pretty weak.” She hands you a towel, which you fold neatly, then take off your top, revealing your modest, but pert breasts, nipples stiff from the thoughts Eva put in your head of feeding again and just sheer friction (though it was nothing short of a miracle you apparently didn’t have to put up with boob sweat anymore!). Tanya’s eyes lingered for a moment before turning back away as you made very sure you weren’t accidentally putting a whammy on the girl. That wouldn’t do, not for your plans.

“Better than the boys,” you say with a shrug. She nods in agreement at that, at least. “You mind helping me with these?” You lift up one of your legs as you kick off your shoes. Tanya walks over to you, leans down, and carefully, a little nervously, starts to slide off your leggings. You grin as you can see and hear pulse quicken along with her breath, clearly appreciating the sight of your long legs and shaved pussy coming into view. “Thanks, that’s a real relief,” you say with a sigh you oversell on purpose, your tits heaving in plain view with the slow, steady motion.

“Is rooming with your girlfriend nice?” Subtle, Tanya. You grin as she turns away and slides off her jersey, eyeing her shamelessly as she then slips down her basketball shorts, revealing a practical, but flattering set of athletic underwear beneath.

“We’re not, like girlfriends,” you tell her, your thighs idly pressing against each other as you watch her remove her underwear. While you and Eva have lither frames, your petite friend especially, Tanya is built. Her curvy ass you could spot easy back in the gym, but her considerable breasts and toned abs are only fully displayed now that she’s stripped naked. “I mean, we’re friends and girls, but we’re not dating. Just seems like it’d be too complicated. She’s my best friend, we live together, I’m not looking for a commitment …”

“Get that.” She tries to keep her voice unaffected, but you can hear her excitement spike just a little when you mention you’re not looking for any strings here. Good. You want dinner and a show, not romance. Both of your heads whip towards the noise of a door slamming, signaling someone interrupting your fun. You can’t have that.

Striding out, you quickly spot the student who just walked in. She’s taller than either of you, stronger, and looks to be in a bad mood. If you proposition her, it’s entirely likely she’ll take offense. And you don’t think just talking it out is a great idea here, total mood-killer if it takes half as long as you expect it would. Of course, you don’t HAVE to take “no,” for an answer to get her to leave …