His eyes looked into mine as I held his wrist. The muscles of his jaw tightened and loosened and finally he spoke. "Whatever…” He pulled his wrist from my hand and stood. He moved towards the bathroom.

I exhaled a held breath after he was gone from view. I pulled the highlighter out and hid it under his book and then I started writing at super speed again so that I would be caught up when he came back.

Kent was gone for a little while. About fifteen minutes passed, and he finally came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He moved towards Jen’s room to get a change of clothes.

I caught sight of his towel clad body and heat stirred between my thighs. I pressed them together and cleared my throat loudly,

"What the hell, Kent? Had to clean the image of you touching my boobs out of your mind?" As soon as I said it I knew it hadn't come out the self-degrading way, I'd meant it to come out.

Kent looked at me for a moment and stuck his tongue out at me. I felt my body relax, he had taken it the way I’d intended.

"Not hardly. I needed a shower. I figured it would give you time to catch up."

I nodded. "Carry on then." I looked down at my notes and put my pencil down. I was caught up and had even moved ahead a little, copying the things I knew for sure he'd highlight. I wasn't dumb. I didn't even really need to study with him I could've just borrowed his notes for a few hours. I got up and refilled my coffee. I wrinkled my nose at the taste and decided to brew a fresh pot.

Kent came out a few minutes later with fresh clothes on. He raised his eyebrow at me, leaning against the counter. "I guess you caught up then."

"And then some." I turned so my butt was pressed up against the counter behind me, "Want your highlighter back now?" I put my hands on the counter too and arched my back, my breasts, small as they were, puffed out.

Kent’s eyes were drawn to my breasts which were poked out now. His eyes shifted away from them as his cheeks started to show a blush. "It's not there. I can see there's no outline like before."

I looked down at my chest and then at him, frowning. "How can you make out the outline of anything under this huge sweatshirt?"

"Because when you shoved it in there earlier you could see the way it was held under the strap of your bra." So he apparently was checking out my breasts.

"You need your girlfriend to come back so you can get laid. You're a little pervy." I turned my back on him as I refilled my mug with fresh, hot coffee.