Well, you do need to study a little

As Monica and Ava catch their collective breath, you find your boxers and put them back on, concealing (somewhat) your cock. As you do so, it's like the temperature in the room drops a few degrees; the lust that felt like it was practically fogging up the small dorm room lifted somewhat.

"I, uh, do actually kind of want to go over our stats homework," you say, a little lamely.

Ava rolls her eyes, but Monica just smiles. "Sure thing! And Ava and I can also compare notes on that essay due next week."

"Oh, fuck, I haven't even started mine," Ava groans.

"All the better!" Monica says, fishing around for her underwear on the floor. "You know Ms. Maybelle hates it when people half-ass shit for her."

"She's such a hard-ass." Ava gives into the changing tenor of the room, however, and pulls up her enormous black bra from the foot of the bed, examining the cups critically. "Dang," she mutters under her breath as she checks the tag.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with bigger tits than me until you walked into Bio that first day," Monica says, arching an eye at Ava's seeming surprise at her own bra-size. "How big are you, anyway?"

"36Q." Ava blinks a few times, then fits herself into her bra like she's done it thousands of times before. Must have been all those new memories sliding into place, you think.

Monica lets out a low whistle. "Makes my 40M look almost puny." She's also crammed herself into a bra, a utilitarian white contraption with a huge number of hooks on the back. Squeezed back into their tops, each one of them looks even bigger than they did naked, stretching their shirts -- Ava wearing a distorted graphic tee with a cartoonish orc on it, Monica contained in a button-down blouse with the buttons barely holding on -- to within an inch of their lives.

"Second-biggest on campus is still pretty impressive," Ava says, adjusting her top some more. "And I'm sure you'll get a little bigger over time." She looks at you as she says that, and you smile at the implication.

As hard as it is to concentrate with the memory of your almost-threesome still fresh in your minds, the three of you do actually manage to get some studying in. Without as many athletic extracurriculars to take up her time, Monica is clearly an even better student than before, and she patiently answers every question you and Ava come up with.

Finally, after over an hour, Ava nudges you in the side. "Are you hungry?"

"I could eat," you say, realizing that it's getting pretty late. "Is the dining hall still open? What about you, Monica?"

"I've got plans with a girlfriend in a little bit, sorry, but Ava's right, it's getting kinda late, we should probably wrap it up." She stretches, and your eyes watch the buttons on her blouse strain mightily to contain her -- they hold, but barely. "This was fun, though. We should do it again, soon."

"Absolutely," you and Ava say at the same time, then look at each other and giggle.

"Dorks," Monica says, smiling.

A few minutes later, you and Ava are standing outside Monica's dorm. "Well, now what? Did you actually want to get dinner at the dining hall, or...?" You ask.