Stroll through the halls again -- and try to focus, this time around!

Okay, come on now -- it's not that hard. All you have to do is walk through the hallways again, keeping an eye out for your class and making sure your eyes don't automatically glide over any wall-mounted timetables. It'll only take keeping focused for a minute straight, maybe two minutes at most. It's not hard!

....

It's too hard. You can't do it. But luckily, walking through the hallways again, you bump into a group of older students moving some equipment, which takes you out of your daydream. Ah, good! Moving and talking things are much more visually stimulated, so if you just stay around these people, you'll be too stimulated to daydream for sure.

"Hey, excuse me!" You say. "Do you know where the first years are, right now?"

One of the boys stops talking, and looks over to you with a kind expression. He opens his mouth as if he's about to try to help, then stops -- his eyes glint with a faint recognition.

"Hey... aren't you Debbie?" He asks. The rest of the group turns now, taking an interest, and all of them seem to have that same look of recognition.

What? These people have heard of you? It's not from your song recital in year six, right? That would be embarrassing. You don't think you even did very well at that.

"You are, aren't you?"

He sets down the box of equipment he was carrying, and the other members of the group do the same. You're starting to get a sort of bad feeling about this....

"A-ah, umm..." You start. Even though you don't have a good feeling about their intentions, you still don't want to be a liar. So, you steel yourself with a big brave breath in, and then answer. "Y-yes, I'm Debbie...."

Without a word, the man reaches out to you and grabs you by the shoulders. With barely any effort at all he spins you around, and his hands go over the front of your boobs to pull you in close against him. H-hey! That's- this is.....

His hands keep enough pressure on your front to hold your back up against him, at the same time as they work and fondle your boobs through the shirt. After a short while of this, he decides he wants it a bit better, and holds you against him with just the one hand while the other starts unbuttoning your shirt from the top.

You figure this is your chance to wiggle out and break free to give him a piece of your mind, and so it your all, but he's pretty strong. Embarrassingly, the one hand he's got on your boob is enough to stop your getaway attempt. Disheartened, you puff out your cheeks angrily and cross your arms under your breast, waiting as he unbuttons your shirt down to the bottom of your ribs.

"Geez, they're as big as Delilah's..." He says, returning his hand to play with your now-exposed bra.

"A-ah! Do you guys know Delilah?" You say, trying to get back on course. "I'm actually in her class, I'm looking for them right now..."

You wiggle around in his oversized groping hands again, but if you couldn't break out with one hand keeping you in place, you certainly have no hope with two. This is bad, if this goes on, you're going to be even more late to class!

"If you could just... l-luh... let go of me, then..." Your words fade out as shudder and lean back against him, his hands hefting and squeezing your boobs through their bra cups. It.... it's actually starting to feel pretty good....

You shudder again, this time with an added groan, as his hands make you feel all the built-up tension you didn't even realise was in your boobs. Then, they make you feel it all start to fade away, dissolving into pure bliss.... muh, maybe.... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to miss class for this....

With the feeling of the tension being rubbed right out of your knockers, you can't help but close your eyes and quietly mewl, forgetting that you're currently in the middle of an open hallway with your shirt half unbuttoned, and forgetting that somebody you don't even know is currently feeling you up.

"Hey, Duncan." One of the other members of the group says. "Can't we check her out later? Prof.'s gonna be pissed if we're late with this stuff."

W-wait.... is he leaving...? B-but the tension's not all gone yet, he can't leave!

"Noooooo......." You quietly whine in protest.

"Yeah, you're right." The man currently fondling you says. Reluctantly, he retracts his hands, leaving you to fall facefirst to the floor. Ooughf.... "You're not the brightest, are you? Well, tell Delilah we said hi, when you see her."

With that, the man (and the group) pick up their boxes of supplies and head off walking again, leaving you on the floor with your tits out, strangely out of breath and in need of recovery. And feeling sort of hot all over too....

S-so, those guys know Delilah, then? Maybe if you cozy up to her a bit she can properly introduce you or something. They wanted you to say hi for them all, so that's a good place to- waitaminute! Wh-what are you even saying!

Summoning your strength, you manage to slowly lift yourself to a kneeling position, and groggily rebutton up your shirt. You can't be thinking about stuff like that at a time like this... and besides, how can you cozy up to Delilah if you don't even know where she is! Get your head back in the game!

You get up to your feet again, and take your boobs into your hands. You aren't as good at it as he was, but to tide over the deeply missed feeling, you take to massaging your chest through your shirt a bit as you walk through the hallways a short while longer. Walking around like that with a stupid expression on your face and your tits in your hands probably makes you look pretty dumb, but at the moment you don't care about that. You just care about giving yourself a good squeezing as you walk.

It feels nice, but you do miss his hands and their deep-massaging technique.... oh, man! You're daydreaming again! Argh, searching the hallways is no good, you'll never find your class like this!