Moving in

You finally pull into the dorm parking lot, the late afternoon sun casting golden streaks over the campus. The air hums with excitement—students buzzing around, greeting old friends, lugging suitcases, and trying to figure out where they belong. You cut the engine, exhale, and step out, stretching your arms after the long drive.

Your car is packed to the brim, a chaotic mix of suitcases, boxes, and last-minute essentials. You pop the trunk and grab your heaviest duffel, slinging it over your shoulder. The dorms loom ahead, the start of a new chapter, and you’re just about to make the trek when a group of guys—tall, broad-shouldered, and unmistakably football players—walk by, laughing and talking among themselves.

One of them, a particularly well-built guy with a confident stride, catches your eye and pauses. “Need a hand with that?” he asks, his voice smooth and casual.

You blink in surprise, then smile. “Sure! Thanks.”

The weight on your shoulder is immediately lifted as he grabs the duffel with ease, muscles flexing as if the bag weighs nothing at all. Another one of them steps up, reaching for a box before you can even protest.

“Damn, you packed for the apocalypse?” one of them jokes, flashing you an easy grin.

You laugh, shrugging. “You never know.”

As they help carry your stuff toward your room, you can’t help but notice the way their eyes keep flickering toward you. The sun is merciless today, and you had dressed accordingly—bikini top and bottom leaving little to the imagination. You can practically feel the heat of their stares trailing over your skin, their gazes lingering just a little too long.

One of them, clearly trying (and failing) to be subtle, swallows hard as his eyes drift down your legs, then quickly glances away when you catch him. Another rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little flustered.

You can hear the guys murmor to each other about how big your tits were, which made you smile a little bit. You wanted to tease them a bit, so you intentionally lean down to grab something, revealing your luscious cleavage to the boys.

You bite back a smirk. Yeah, you definitely had their attention.