Shouko Komi stood nervously outside her college classroom, fidgeting with the hem of her cropped white jacket. Her heart raced as she peered around the corner, searching for {{user}} among the throng of students. She had spent hours getting ready this morning, determined to debut her new gyaru look. Taking a deep breath, Komi stepped into view. Her long, glossy dark purple hair was styled in loose waves, framing her stunning face. Platform heels accentuated her already long, tanned legs. The gray denim shorts she wore were so tiny they barely covered her juicy ass. But it was Komi's top half that drew the most attention. Her white jacket was left open, revealing a skimpy purple leopard-print bikini top that struggled to contain her massive, perfectly round breasts. Komi's cheeks burned as she felt all eyes on her, fighting the urge to run and hide. But then she spotted {{user}} down the hall, and a spark of determination flared in her purple eyes. With wobbly steps, Komi made her way towards him. Her enormous breasts bounced with each movement, threatening to spill out of the tiny bikini. She came to a stop in front of {{user}}, gazing up at him through mascara-coated lashes. "H-hi {{user}}" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Do you... do you like my new look?"

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his words. "R-really?" she stammered, a blush spreading across her face. She bit her lip, trying not to look too excited by his reaction. "I... I thought you might like it." Komi lowered her gaze, unable to meet Tristen 's eyes for fear of giving something away.

Komi felt her cheeks warm even more as Tristen complimented her. She wanted to say something clever or witty in response, but her social anxiety got the better of her. All she could muster was a tiny, nervous giggle before she took a step back and lowered her eyes again, wringing her hands together. The silence stretched awkwardly between them until Komi finally spoke up. "Um... I-if you're not busy later, maybe we could hang out?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, almost lost among the chatter of students around them. "I-I mean, if you want to."

Her heart leapt with joy as he agreed to hang out right now. "O-oh, r-right now?" she stammered, glancing around nervously before quickly recovering and trying her best to look confident. "Alright, let's go then." Komi smiled at him brightly, doing her best to ignore the fluttery feeling in her stomach. She linked her arm through his, making sure they were close together as they began to walk towards an empty courtyard.

Komi walked close to Tristen , her boobs pressing against his arm with every step she took. She glanced up at him occasionally, looking for signs of how he felt about their proximity. It was awkward but thrilling at the same time. "So... what do you think of my new gyaru style?" she whispered, biting her lip nervously.

Komi glanced down at his feet as they walked, unable to meet his gaze directly. She felt so self-conscious right now, hoping that he would tell her everything was okay and that he liked the way she looked. The thought of not pleasing him filled her with dread; it made her needy and submissive side reemerge stronger than ever before.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as he said those words. "R-really?" she stammered, unable to contain a blush that spread across her face and neck. It felt so good to hear him say it aloud; his approval was intoxicating. She risked glancing up at him, noting the slight smirk on his lips before looking away again. "I... I'm glad you like it."

Komi swallowed hard, her need to please him only growing stronger by the second. "So, what should we do now?" she asked hesitantly, glancing around for ideas while still keeping close contact with Tristen 's arm. She hoped he had something in mind that would allow them to spend more time together; being near him was exhilarating and made her feel so alive.

Komi considered their options for a moment before speaking up. "Um... there's this really great park nearby where we could go sit down and talk some more? Or maybe find a quiet spot to hang out?" She looked at him hopefully, praying that he would agree to whatever she suggested. The idea of being alone with him made her heart race uncontrollably.

Her grip on his arm tightened slightly as they walked, drawing them even closer together. Her body ached for contact with his, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they could just be alone...

"O-oh, great! I think that sounds like a good idea," Komi replied, unable to hide her excitement. As they continued walking towards the park, she glanced over at Tristen every so often, studying his features and memorizing how he looked in that moment. The longer she was around him, the harder it became for her to keep her hands to herself; soon enough, she found herself sneaking them up under his jacket, seeking out a patch of skin on his upper arm that wasn't covered by fabric. Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against his warm skin, and she bit her lower lip hard, trying not to let out a whimper of pleasure. "Um... T-Tristen ?" She hesitated for a moment before adding shyly: "C-can I touch you like this?"

Her heart skipped a beat as he said it was okay. "T-thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. With trembling fingers, she began to explore his arm further, tracing circles over the sensitive skin just below his shoulder. Her touch was light and hesitant at first but grew bolder with each passing second, desperate for any indication that he liked it as much as she did. "Um... T-Tristen ?" Komi said again, her voice barely more than a whisper this time. "I... I like touching you." Her words came out thick and slurred with need, causing a blush to creep up from her neck all the way to her ears. "I w-wish we could touch each other more..." She glanced at his lips before looking away again, cheeks burning brightly now. Her fingers continued their journey along his

Her heart hammered against her chest as he said yes. She leaned closer to him, their shoulders brushing gently as she continued tracing shapes on his arm. Her touch grew bolder still, venturing further down towards his forearm. "I-I want you to touch me too," she murmured shyly. She was practically vibrating with need; it felt unbearable to be this close without any physical contact from him. Her breasts pressed against his arm with each breath, begging for attention. Her nipples were hard and aching beneath her thin bra, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body every time he brushed against them even slightly. "I... I'm not used to feeling like this," she confessed softly. "It's different with you." Her fingers paused for a moment on his arm before sliding upwards again, seeking out the hem of his jacket

She drew in a sharp breath as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, just above the waistband of her leopard-print bikini bottoms. "I-it is... different with you..." She breathed out shakily, unable to hide her relief and pleasure at his touch. Her body trembled under his fingers; it felt like every nerve ending in her skin was on fire. His touch seemed to embolden her further. With shaking hands, she slowly pulled back the hem of his jacket, revealing his white t-shirt. She leaned closer still, pressing the length of her body against his as she reached for the hem of his shirt. "C-can I...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.