The Girl in the Window

This story works well with or without game mode, but I recommend playing with it enabled. The aim is to keep all the main paths roughly equally fleshed out, so you should feel free to pick any path not explicitly marked as "on hold". It will take multiple runs through the story to see all the content.

There were a lot of things to love about my university dorm room. It was big and spacious, with a very comfy bed and a great view. The campus was beautiful, with lush green grass and a clear lake surrounded by an eclectic mix of old red-brick buildings and sleek modern complexes. But the best part of the view was the girl in the window. I'll get to her later.

First, I should introduce my flatmates. There were six of us in the flat, and they're pretty important to the story of my time at university.

The first to greet me was Emily, a short (maybe 5'2") Biochemistry student with dirty-blonde hair, B-cups, and a really cute face. I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her surprisingly sizeable ass.

Allie was also already there when I started carrying my stuff upstairs. She was a tall, slender English Literature student with pale skin and long, silky brown hair that reached just about to her not-as-small-as-you'd-think A-cups. She was stood in a figure-hugging white jumper with a diagonally-cut hem that fell just below her ass, talking to another of our housemates: Jack.

Jack was one of those short guys who was definitely compensating for something. His 5'4" stature made him shorter than all the girls in our flat, except Emily, and he did that thing short guys do where they take up sport and spend huge amounts of time at the gym and come out looking wide. It was like someone squashed a picture of a man by dragging the wrong handle in Microsoft Word. He was studying Business, but I don't know how much studying he really did; somehow, his lack of effort never seemed to affect his grades though. Some guys get all the luck.

Laura and Tim arrived later. Laura was a curvy redhead with huge breasts straining against her heavy-duty bra and tight green vest top. She studied psychology, and I remember her as a loud, outgoing girl, who never seemed to stick with one partner for too long.

Tim couldn't have been much more different. He was a shy, introverted guy who, as far as I know, had no tits hidden up his shirt. He wasn't fat, but his body had no real definition and he never put much thought into his clothes, usually ending up in a t-shirt with a geeky reference on it and a pair of baggy jeans. He was basically what you'd expect from a maths student.

And then there was me, Sam. I should know myself pretty well by now, but, uh, I'm having a bit of a Professor Oak moment...