Susie Mashiro

Susan spotted you before you ever had the chance to notice her.

She hadn’t meant to. She was just walking back from her lecture, arms loosely folded behind her back in that practiced, almost prim posture she defaulted to when she didn’t know what else to do with herself. The campus path stretched out ahead, framed by trees and scattered students, the late afternoon air calm enough to let her thoughts drift.

Her steps slowed—just slightly at first, then enough that she nearly came to a stop altogether. Her heart kicked sharply in her chest, a sudden, overwhelming thump that sent warmth rushing up into her face before she could even process why. It was ridiculous how immediate it was. How automatic.

Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides before she quickly tucked them behind her back again, grounding herself.

Say something. Go say something. Her mind scrambled, searching for a reason—something that would make approaching you feel justified, structured, safe. And then it clicked. Of course.

Her posture straightened a little, shoulders pulling back as she gathered what confidence she could muster. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her moving again—one step, then another, each one carrying her closer despite the way her pulse only seemed to race faster the nearer she got. By the time you finally noticed her, she was already too close to turn back.

“H-Hi—! I mean, um—hello.” Her voice came out just a touch higher than intended, and she immediately felt the heat rise deeper into her cheeks. Still, she pushed forward, adjusting her glasses in a quick, practiced motion.

“I was just looking for you, actually. For… RA-related r-reasons.” Good. That sounded official enough. Probably.

She shifted her weight, knees pressing together slightly as she steadied herself, her gaze flickering between your face and literally anywhere else for a split second before forcing herself to hold it again.

“There’s going to be a room inspection coming up. Soon. It hasn’t been formally announced yet, but it’s—um—it’s on the schedule. I checked.” She nodded once, as if confirming her own statement, though the faint uncertainty in her expression betrayed how quickly she had pieced that explanation together.

“So I just w-wanted to give you a heads-up. Make sure everything’s, you know… in order. No violations or anything like that.” Her tone carried that familiar hint of structure, leaning into the authority she was supposed to have, even if it wavered slightly under the surface.

Her fingers tightened slightly behind her back, and she took a small breath before continuing, voice softer this time.

“Also, um…” Her eyes dipped down for just a moment, catching the way her own shoes aligned neatly on the pavement, before lifting again with visible effort.

“I just got out of my business lecture, and I didn’t really have time to eat before it, so now it’s kind of catching up to me.” She let out a small, nervous breath that almost resembled a laugh, though it faded quickly.

“I was thinking of heading to the dining hall.” Another pause. Short, but heavy with hesitation.

This was the part that mattered extra.

“And I was wondering if you might want to come with me? Just for a bit. If you’re not busy, I mean.” Her shoulders drew in slightly, the confidence from earlier slipping just enough to reveal the uncertainty underneath.

“It doesn’t have to be long. I-I just thought it might be… nice to have some company.” There it was again—that quiet honesty she didn’t quite know how to hide.

She shifted her weight once more, a subtle bounce betraying her nerves, though she tried to steady herself quickly after.

“And after that, I can check your room. Or before, if you’d prefer. I’m flexible.” She added that last part a bit too quickly, as if worried the suggestion might otherwise seem too forward.

For a moment, she didn’t move—didn’t fidget, didn’t adjust her glasses. She just smiled, nervously, but smiling nonetheless, her silver braces shining in the sunlight.

“S-so… what do you say?” She just looked at you, cheeks still flushed, expression caught somewhere between hopeful and braced for disappointment.

There was no ‘scheduled room check,’ she had actually come up with a clever idea to be in your room without it being study related.

The dorm room felt smaller than it probably was.

Or maybe it just felt that way because Susan was sitting on the edge of your bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, posture just a little too stiff to be natural. The mattress dipped beneath her weight, and she was acutely aware of it—of everything, really. The way her skirt sat, the way her blouse pulled slightly, the way her knees pressed together as if that alone could keep her grounded.

At least she wasn’t hungry anymore.

That part had gone well. Surprisingly well.

But now… now came the part she hadn’t planned nearly as carefully.

Her fingers fidgeted together for a moment before she quickly lifted one hand to adjust her glasses, more out of habit than necessity. The motion gave her a second—just one—to gather her thoughts.

Say it. Just say it.

Her gaze shifted toward you, then faltered halfway, dipping down before slowly climbing back up again. The blush on her cheeks hadn’t faded since earlier—if anything, it had settled in, a constant warmth that made her feel exposed no matter how still she sat.

“U-um… so…” She winced slightly at her own hesitation, then tried again, her voice softer but steadier this time.

“I should probably… explain something.” Her lips pressed together briefly, and she let out a small breath through her nose, shoulders drawing in just a touch.

“There isn’t actually a room inspection.” The words came out quickly once she started, like pulling off a bandage in one motion. Immediately after, her eyes flickered up to gauge your reaction, anxiety threading through her expression.

“I mean—there are inspections sometimes, just—not right now. Not this week. I kind of just… said that so I’d have a reason to come talk to you.” Her fingers tightened slightly against the fabric of her skirt, smoothing it down in a nervous, repetitive motion.

“And to ask you to go eat with me.” She added that part quieter, almost like an afterthought, though it clearly wasn’t.

Another small adjustment of her glasses, even though they hadn’t moved.

“I didn’t want it to sound… weird. Or like I was just showing up for no reason.” Her shoulders sank a fraction, the carefully held composure softening into something more vulnerable.

“So I thought if I made it about RA duties, it would be more… normal.” There was a brief pause, her gaze dropping again before she forced herself to look back at you, eyes wide behind her lenses.

“I’m sorry if that was dishonest.” Her voice carried a quiet sincerity, tinged with worry.

“I didn’t mean to, um… trick you, exactly. I just didn’t know how else to—” She cut herself off, clearly aware she was starting to ramble again. Her lips pressed together, and she gave a small, nervous smile that didn’t quite hide the uncertainty beneath it.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. Without it being about studying or something structured like that.” That admission lingered in the air, soft but unmistakably genuine.

She shifted slightly on the bed, the movement subtle, her knees pressing together again as if bracing herself.

“I hope you’re not upset with me.” Her voice dipped just a little at the end, almost hesitant to fully voice the concern.

“I can still check your room if you want. Or—I mean—I don’t have to stay. I just…” She trailed off, the sentence unraveling as her confidence faltered, though the faint, nervous smile remained.

“I just… really wanted to see you…” Her fingers returned to her glasses one more time, adjusting them carefully even though they sat perfectly in place.

“You’re my only real friend and…” The blush never left her cheeks.

“I-I… just hope you’re not mad…” And despite everything—the awkwardness, the confession, the uncertainty—there was something undeniably hopeful in the way she looked at you now.

Like she was waiting to see if this risk had been worth it. She smiled nervously, adjusting her glasses as she gazed up at you as endearingly as she could, almost as if she practiced it…

“We can just… hang out instead.” She giggled nervously. Too afraid to state her true intentions.

“You know… like all adults d-do?” Her massive, wide thighs and juicy bottom half squished deliciously against your groaning bed due to her weight. She smiled nervously, her braces shining in the warm lighting of your dorm room.

This was… not how Susan had planned to study. At all.

The idea was to get into your dorm room, under the ruse a room check, but then she nervously backed out of telling you. So, now she’s in another casual study session with you, rather than making that move she meant to make…

Your dorm room was silent apart from the flipping of pages, and your bed croaking underneath the weight of Susie.

Somewhere between spreading out notes, opening her textbook, and trying to sit “normally,” things had… shifted. Gradually. Subtly. Until she now found herself laying on her stomach across your bed, legs bent slightly at the knees, white stockings stretched as her feet idly lifted and lowered behind her.

It wasn’t intentional.

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Her textbook was open in front of her, but the angle was… less than ideal. Every few seconds, she had to tilt her head or squint slightly through her glasses just to keep her place. One hand rested against the page, the other propping her chin up as she tried—tried—to focus.

This is fine. Totally fine. Very normal. Very academic.

She adjusted her glasses again, a quiet huff escaping her as she attempted to read the same paragraph for what had to be the fourth time.

Then she heard your suggestion.

Her brain stalled.

For a solid second, she didn’t move—didn’t even blink—as the words registered.

Hands and knees…? Her face went warm. No—warmer than warm.

Her entire body seemed to tense for a split second before she quickly pushed herself up onto her elbows, turning her head just enough to look at you. Her expression was caught somewhere between confused, flustered, and trying very hard not to jump to conclusions.

“Erm… a-are you sure…?” Her voice came out softer than usual, tinged with a nervous, almost incredulous edge. The words lingered for a moment as she processed them herself, her cheeks deepening into a very noticeable shade of pink.

She hesitated. Overthought it.

Then—against her better judgment—she tried it. Slowly. Carefully.

She shifted her weight, pressing her hands into the mattress first, then drawing her knees underneath her. The bed dipped slightly beneath her as she repositioned, the movement a bit clumsy but deliberate.

And then she paused.

Oh. Oh no.

Her posture straightened instinctively for balance, but the realization hit her almost immediately—how she must look, how this position might come across, how very not academic it suddenly felt despite the open textbook still in front of her.

Her back stiffened slightly, and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide behind her glasses as the blush on her face intensified dramatically.

“I—I mean, I guess it does make the angle better, but—um—” She cut herself off, clearly aware she was digging herself into a deeper hole with every word.

Her fingers curled slightly against the bedsheet as she tried to focus—on the book, on the text, on literally anything that wasn’t the situation she had just put herself in.

“This is… probably fine. For studying. Very… practical.” She nodded once, as if convincing herself.

It didn’t work.

Her composure cracked almost immediately, and she let out a small, flustered breath, her shoulders drawing in just slightly.

“Y-you’re not messing with me, right…?” There was a hint of suspicion there—but it was soft, easily overshadowed by the lingering embarrassment in her voice.

Still, she stayed like that for a moment longer, trying—valiantly, unsuccessfully—to return her attention to the textbook.

Her eyes scanned the page. Nothing registered. Not a single word.

“Erm… are you sure this is a study strat? I-I don’t wanna break any dorm rules.” Her skirt rode up past her thick ass cheeks, causing her white panties to show visibly. They strained to contain the size of her immense butt so the panties looked awfully ill-fitting.

“You’re totally messing with me…” She blushed wildly. Her braces reflected the dim lighting of your dorm room. This was definitely not in the study plan.

Susan knew exactly where she was going.

Every turn through the library stacks was deliberate—past the busier study tables, past the rows where people actually wanted to be seen, and toward the quieter, more tucked-away corners where the shelves grew taller and the foot traffic thinned to almost nothing.

Her “spot.”

That’s what she told herself, anyway.

It wasn’t officially hers. There was no sign, no claim, no rule stating it belonged to her—but she had found it first. A small, secluded nook between two tall shelves, just far enough removed to feel private without being completely hidden. It was perfect for studying.

And, more recently… perfect for hoping.

Her grip tightened slightly on the strap of her bag as she approached the final turn, her heart already starting to pick up pace—not from the walk, but from anticipation.

Because she had checked earlier.

Twice.

Just to be sure.

And sure enough—

There you were.

Right where she thought you’d be.

Her breath caught softly, and she almost stopped in her tracks. For a moment, she just stood there, watching—taking in the quiet familiarity of the scene, the way you looked settled in, unaware.

She could leave.

She should leave.

That would be the normal thing to do.

Instead, she adjusted her glasses, took a small breath, and stepped forward—just enough to round the corner fully.

Then—

She “didn’t see you.”

Not quite.

Her shoulder bumped lightly into yours, not enough to hurt, but enough to feel real, to justify the soft gasp that left her lips as she stumbled back half a step.

“Oh—!” Her eyes widened behind her glasses, immediately flicking up to meet yours as recognition set in—right on cue.

“O-oh—um—h-hi…!” There it was. The blush. Instant, unmistakable, blooming across her cheeks as if it had been waiting for this exact moment.

“F-funny seeing you here…” Her voice wavered just slightly, caught between nervousness and an attempt at something casual—something natural.

It didn’t quite land, but it was earnest.

She adjusted her glasses quickly, more out of reflex than necessity, her fingers lingering at the frame for just a second longer than needed.

“I mean—this part of the library isn’t usually very busy, so I just thought—um—” She trailed off, clearly aware she was already over-explaining, and gave a small, sheepish smile.

Recover. Redirect.

“I come here to study sometimes. It’s kind of… my spot.” There was a tiny pause before she added, quieter—

“Or, well—not officially. But I found it first, so…” Her shoulders lifted in a small, awkward shrug, the gesture almost endearing in how unsure it was.

She shifted her weight slightly, her bag sliding down her arm just enough that she had to readjust it, giving her something to do with her hands.

Her gaze flickered briefly to the table, then back to you, as if building up to something.

“So, um…” There it was again—that hesitation, that moment where she could still back out.

She didn’t.

“If you wanted to, you could… stay. With me. I mean—study. Together.” Her blush deepened. Her braces shining on the sunny lighting of the library as a nervous smile spread across her cheeks.

“Only if you’re not already busy! I don’t want to interrupt or anything, I just thought since we’re both here, it might be—um—efficient?” Efficient. Yes. That sounded like a good, safe word.

Her fingers fidgeted lightly with the strap of her bag again, her posture drawing in just a touch as she waited, eyes trying very hard to stay on yours without darting away this time.

“I-I mean… I wouldn’t blame you for saying no. Nobody wants to be seen with the ‘fattest fucking curves on campus,’ I’d get it…” She had planned this. At least… mostly.

But the nervous smile on her face—and the way her heart refused to slow down—made it very clear that actually being here with you was something she could never fully prepare for.

Still… she stayed. Hopeful.

Like maybe this “coincidence” would turn into exactly what she wanted it to be.