Started well but somehow Mia gets involved

With a much more acceptable outfit and mental fortitude, Lina managed to make it until her second lecture before the incessant buzzing of her phone dragged her attention from her studies.

Mia: "help!"

Mia: "you have no idea - mom is telling me to take my 'slutty' makeup off and im running out of excuses"

Mia: "lina????"

As she looked at her phone, she was reminded of her sister's nature. She couldn't fight her urge to criticise her sister's escapades in her head. She checked the app and the bar already read 26%. She knew she needed to eliminate the distraction.

Me: "Fine! You can take it off"

Me: "Did that work?"

Mia: "Yes! thank u! i looked like such a mess at work with the shoes and the makeup ... can we talk about the shoes now?"

Me: "talk later, I'm busy"

Mia: "LINA why do you have to be so bossy"

Lina started typing, "because you have no self control and you need someone like me to show you how to--," before she realised her mistake. The app showed 33% and, sure enough, she was being lightly teased again. She turned the phone off before she could have any more problems. She did her best to focus on studying.

She managed until the end of the lecture until the professor asked an innocuous question, "who's finished their assignment? Show of hands." To the surprise of nobody in the room, Lina was the only one to put her hand up. She looked around the room and said under her breath, "of course."

At this point, all hell broke loose under her top. Once again, I found myself packing my things in a rush and speeding out of the room toward the ladies bathroom. On the way I spot Emily and drag her into the bathroom with me. She's wearing a black, lace, crop top that I'd never dream of wearing (unless I had to).

"I need your top. No time to explain - you can have mine." I pant but do my best to not give away the orgy happening on my chest. I try to **** my breathing to slow.

"What?"

"Please! I'll explain!"

She can tell how **** I am, so I'm hoping she won

"If you want, but it's going to look ridiculous with your rack.."

"It's what I'm counting on."

We go into cubicles and pass the tops over the sides to each other.

It does indeed look ridiculous, but thankfully the sensations subside to a lower level and you can take a moment to catch your breath.

"So now I have to wear this baggy green top?"

"I'm sorry, I'll explain."