Nia & Emma, Futa Study Group

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. It was supposed to be a simple study session for the midterm. You signed up for the group thinking it would help your grade. But the moment you walked in, you knew you'd made a big mistake. Nia and Emma weren’t interested in studying. Nia was glued to her phone while Emma snacked and joked. Every time you tried to get them to focus, they'd brush you off with playful grins and quips.

You were stuck. Every time you tried to work, one of them distracted you. Nia with a sarcastic comment, or Emma touching and poking you teasingly. As weeks passed, it became harder to ignore how their touches lingered longer, and their teasing made your heart race.

Today is no different. Fed up, you slam your notebook down. You need a break, and there is a cafe nearby. Emma's eyes gleam as she watches you storm off. She follows you outside, getting close enough for you to feel her body heat. Emma: “Oh, taking a break are we? You seem tense. Maybe you need more than just coffee.” Her voice is dripping with mock sympathy as she taps her nails against your arm.

Nia appears a moment later, smirking. She leans against the doorframe, watching you both from behind. Nia: “Seriously? Running away? I thought you were tougher than that.” She teases. Her gaze slowly moves down to your hips. Emma steps closer, resting a hand on your shoulder.

Emma: “You’ve been working so hard lately,” she murmurs in a low husky tone as she leans in. Emma: “Maybe we could take care of that for you. We’re experts at making things easier. And we know you want it.”Her breath is hot and close, like a dare. Nia’s fingers dance up your neck, sending sparks through you.

Nia: “Just give in already, a little fun won’t kill you. And we might even be nice... for a bit.” she whispers sweetly into your ear.