I woke to sunlight cutting through the thin curtains and the buzz of my phone against the nightstand. My body ached in that deep, warm way that made me smile before I even opened my eyes. Every muscle remembered something. My thighs. My breasts. That tender spot between my legs that pulsed when I shifted on the mattress.
I reached for the phone. The screen glowed with Mina's name.
"Party tonight at Jake's, 8pm, 1420 Oak. Val says wear something easy to take off ;)"
I read it twice. The little winking face made my cheeks warm. Val had thought about what I should wear. Val had told Mina to tell me. They were planning for me. They wanted me there.
I typed back: "I'll be there! What should I bring?"
The response came almost instantly: "Just yourself. And that body. ;)"
I giggled and set the phone down. The sheet had slipped to my waist, and I looked down at myself. My nipples were hard against the thin cotton, pressing up in two tight peaks. My thighs felt sticky when I pressed them together. The whole night's sleep hadn't done anything to calm the ache between my legs. If anything, it felt deeper now. More settled. Like it belonged there.
I pushed the sheet off and stood. The morning air hit my skin, and I shivered in a way that felt good. I walked to the small closet and pulled out my favorite blue skirt. The one that hugged my hips and rode up just a little when I walked. The one that made boys' eyes go wide and girls smile in that knowing way.
Then I found the thinnest cotton top I owned. Pale pink, almost see-through. I held it up and imagined myself in it. My nipples would show through, dark and obvious. The outline of my breasts would be visible with every breath.
I paused at the mirror. The girl looking back at me had dark hair loose and tangled, cheeks flushed, lips parted like she was already expecting something good. My breasts swung heavy and free as I shifted. My hips flared wide above strong thighs.
"Should I wear anything underneath?" I asked my reflection.
The question hung there. I thought about the party. About Val's hand on my thigh under the table. About how many hands had found their way under my clothes since I came here. About how none of them had ever felt wrong.
I reached for my bra. Thin white cotton, the kind that showed the shape of everything. And a black thong with a small lace trim. I pulled them on. The bra cups barely contained me, my breasts spilling slightly at the top and sides. The thong sat low on my hips, the fabric disappearing between my cheeks.
I slipped the pink top over my head. The thin cotton settled against my skin, and I watched in the mirror as my nipples immediately pressed through, two dark circles against pale pink. The fabric clung to the curves of my breasts, outlining their heavy shape. I tucked the skirt up over my hips, smoothing it down. It stopped mid-thigh, hugging every curve.
I looked ready. I felt ready.
I walked to the door of my dorm room and stepped out into the hallway.
The first person I saw was a boy I didn't recognize. Tall, dark-haired, with a jaw that looked like it had been cut from stone. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone, but when he heard my door open, he looked up.
His eyes went straight to my chest. Then down to my hips. Then back up to my face with a slow, appreciative smile.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I said back, smiling.
He pushed off the wall and walked toward me. "You're the new transfer, right? Elena?"
"That's me." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name."
"Jake." He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. Something woodsy and warm. "I'm the one throwing the party tonight."
"Oh!" My face lit up. "Mina just texted me about it. I'm really excited."
"Good." He reached out and put his hand on my hip. His fingers spread wide, gripping the curve through my thin skirt. "Val said you'd be coming. Said you're a lot of fun."
His hand squeezed. Not hard. Just enough to let me know it was there.
"I hope so," I said. My voice came out a little breathy.
"I know so." He stepped closer, and his other hand came up to my chest. He cupped my right breast through the thin cotton, his thumb finding my nipple immediately. He pressed down, and I felt the hard nub push against his palm.
"You're not wearing much," he said, amused.
"I thought it was supposed to be easy to take off."
He laughed. "Val's going to love you."
He kept his hand on my breast, just holding it, his thumb stroking slow circles over my nipple. The fabric rubbed against the sensitive tip, and I felt myself getting wet. My body knew what this was. My body welcomed it.
"I should get to class," I said, but I didn't move.
"You should." He squeezed my breast once more, then let go. "I'll see you tonight, Elena."
"Tonight."
He walked past me, and I felt his hand brush my ass as he went. A casual touch. Friendly. I smiled and kept walking.
The hallway was filling up now. Students heading to breakfast, to the first classes of the day. I fell into the current, and almost immediately, hands found me.
A boy I'd seen in the cafeteria yesterday—blond, with a friendly grin—slid up behind me and pressed his palm flat against my ass. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and I felt my skirt ride up slightly against my thighs.
"Morning, Elena," he said against my ear.
"Morning," I said back, not breaking stride.
His hand stayed on my ass, palming the curve as we walked. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric. His fingers crept to the edge of my skirt, brushing the bare skin of my upper thigh.
"You feel good," he murmured.
"Thanks." I meant it.
We reached the stairwell, and he let go as he turned toward a different hallway. But no sooner had his hand left than another took its place.
A girl this time. Short, with dark skin and braids pulled back in a tight ponytail. She came up beside me and slid her hand around my waist, then down to my hip, then lower, cupping the curve of my ass like she was testing its weight.
"Hey," she said, like it was nothing. "You're Elena, right?"
"Yeah." I smiled at her.
"I'm Kim. I saw you in the cafeteria yesterday. You were with Val."
"Yeah. She's been really nice to me."
Kim laughed. "I bet she has." Her hand squeezed my ass, hard enough that I felt her fingers press between my cheeks through the thin fabric of my skirt. "You've got a great body, Elena."
"Thank you." My cheeks flushed. Compliments still made me shy, even when they came with wandering hands.
"No need to thank me. Just stating facts." She patted my ass twice, then let her hand trail away. "See you around."
"See you."
I made it down the stairs and into the main corridor. The morning light slanted through the tall windows, catching the dust motes in golden streams. Students milled around, some rushing, some loitering. A few looked up as I passed.
A boy with glasses stepped into my path. "Hey, you're Elena, right?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. I'm Matt." He didn't wait for a response. He just reached out and cupped my breast through my thin top, his thumb finding my nipple exactly the way Jake's had. "Val was telling everyone about you."
"What did she say?" My voice came out small as he squeezed.
"That you're sweet. That you like attention." He rolled the hard nub between his fingers, and I gasped. "That you don't mind when people touch you."
"It's friendly," I said. "Why would I mind?"
He grinned. "Exactly."
He let go and stepped aside, and I kept walking, my breast tingling where he'd touched it. The fabric of my top was slightly damp now where his fingers had pressed. I could see my nipple outlined clearly against the thin cotton, dark and hard.
I passed a group of boys near the water fountain. One of them reached out as I went by and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough that I stumbled a step. I laughed and kept going.
"Nice skirt!" someone called after me.
I smiled and waved without turning around.
At the end of the corridor, near the doors to the courtyard, a girl with long red hair stepped in front of me. She was tall and lean, with sharp cheekbones and a knowing smile. "Elena?"
"That's me."
"I'm Rachel." She reached out and put her hand on my chest, her fingers splayed across the top of my breasts. "I've been wanting to meet you."
"Why?"
"Because everyone's talking about you." Her hand slid lower, cupping one breast fully. She squeezed, and I felt her thumb brush across my nipple. "They say you're the friendliest girl in school."
"I try to be."
"Good." She leaned in, her lips close to my ear. "Friendliness should be shared."
Her hand stayed on my breast as she spoke, kneading the soft flesh, rolling my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I could feel myself getting wetter, the fabric of my thong growing damp against my skin.
"Do you have a class you need to get to?" Rachel asked.
"English. Room 204."
"I'll walk with you."
She let go of my breast, but her hand found my hip instead. She guided me through the courtyard, her fingers gripping the curve of my waist, occasionally drifting down to rest on the swell of my ass. It was like she couldn't help it. Like her hand needed to be on me.
We passed a bench where a boy was sitting alone. He looked up as we passed, and his eyes traveled over my body. Then he stood and fell into step beside us.
"You're Elena," he said. Not a question.
"Yes."
"I'm Derek." He reached out and grabbed my left breast, his fingers sinking into the soft mound through my thin top. "I heard you like this."
"I like friendly people."
He laughed, low and rough. "Friendly. Sure." He squeezed, hard, and I felt the pressure deep in my chest. His thumb found my nipple and rubbed it against the damp fabric. "You're wet already, aren't you?"
I didn't answer. My face was hot.
Rachel's hand slid from my hip to my ass, cupping the curve. "She's always wet," she said. "You can smell it on her."
Derek leaned in, his nose brushing my hair. "Yeah. I can."
I walked between them, their hands on my body, their fingers exploring. A third hand found my right breast—someone I hadn't seen approach. A girl with short blonde hair and a piercing in her eyebrow. "I wanted to see what the fuss was about," she said, squeezing my chest.
"Is it everything you hoped?" Rachel asked, amused.
"Better." The girl kept her hand on my breast as we walked. "She's so soft."
By the time we reached the door to Room 204, I had four hands on my body. One on each breast, one on my ass, one on my hip. They squeezed and groped and explored like I was something precious, something they couldn't get enough of.
I should have felt crowded. I should have felt trapped.
I felt wanted.
"See you at the party tonight," Rachel said, finally pulling her hand away. "Wear something even easier to take off."
"I'll try," I said, breathless.
The other hands withdrew one by one, each giving a final squeeze before letting go. Derek gave my breast one last hard grab, and the blonde girl patted my ass as she stepped away.
I pushed open the door to Room 204. The teacher was already at the front, writing on the board. A few students looked up as I entered. One boy, sitting near the back, reached out as I passed his desk and slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers brushing the soaked fabric of my thong. He pulled his hand back and looked at his damp fingers with a knowing smile.
I took my seat near the middle of the room. My body was humming. My breasts tingled from all the attention. Between my legs, I was soaked, the dampness seeping through my thong and onto the chair.
I sat through the lesson, but I didn't hear a word. I was too busy replaying the morning. The hands. The voices. The way everyone seemed to want to touch me, like I was the most interesting thing in the room.
When the bell rang, I stood and gathered my books. A boy I hadn't noticed came up behind me and pressed his body against mine, his hands sliding around my waist and up to my chest. He cupped both my breasts over my top and squeezed, his thumbs rubbing my nipples through the damp fabric.
"You're the new girl," he said, his mouth against my ear.
"I am."
"Everyone says you love this."
"I do."
He squeezed harder, and I let out a small moan. His hands felt good. Big and warm, covering as much of my breasts as they could.
"Someone's hard already," the boy said, and I felt his cock pressing against my ass through his pants. "That's what you do to people, you know that?"
"I don't mean to."
"You don't have to mean to. You just exist." He ground against me, his hands still full of my chest. "Val was right. You're a fucking gift."
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just stood there, letting him hold me, letting him press his arousal against my body.
He finally let go, stepping back with a groan. "Tonight. I'll find you."
"Okay."
I walked out of Room 204 with my books pressed to my chest, my nipples still hard, my thighs slick. The hallway was already filling with students moving to their next classes. I joined the flow, and almost immediately, a hand found my ass. Then another on my breast. Then a third slipping around my waist.
I smiled and kept walking.
The whole school was friendly.
And I was the friendliest girl in it.