Stolen Sweatshirts

“Those bitches stole our sweat shirts!” said Alice.

“Son of a bitch!” I said. “They’re dead!”

Great. Without oversized tops, we had no choice but to put on tee-shirts. Neither of us owned anything close to big enough, however, so we both ended up in tops that were stretched to capacity. Our hard nipples protruded through the fabric.

“Grrrrrr,” I said. “We look like sluts in heat.”

“Can’t be helped,” said Alice. “Let’s get what we need to get fast.”

We locked our dorm room door carefully and headed out. Unfortunately, we had to pass through the dorm common area to exit the building.

“Can’t be helped,” said Alice, again. “Let’s just get it over with.”

Every guy in the common area stopped talking when we entered the room. One guy even wolf-whistled. I clenched my teeth and pretended not to notice.

Unfortunately, halfway through the common area, we had to stop. My heart was pounding and my knees weak from the heated sensations caused by my over-sensitive nipples. I had to catch my breath.