Scorching Heat and Shivering Doubts
It was the cold that did it. Four months after starting school. The air feels oppressively humid, like rain's about to pour any second. And the sunlight—why's it blazing down so fiercely? The heat shimmers off the scorched pavement like a mirage, hitting us full force. It's summer.
The classroom's a riot of complaints about the heat. Everyone's losing it, nerves frayed by that sticky summer moisture. That's why I'm glumly watching the girls keep more distance from each other than usual. I hate summer. I hate girls. Come on, show me some more skin-on-skin action. Where'd all that hand-holding, finger-lacing, lap-sitting, giggling go? So what if it's hot and you're sweating? Doesn't that make it better? If you like another girl that much, you can pretend the drool's just sweat. Yeah. Worst case, dehydrate her till she passes out and do whatever you want. So hurry up and give me that steamy, sweaty midsummer pussy-rubbing show...!
"Lily. Aren't you hot?"
Snapping me out of my fantasies is Alicia. Her blonde hair, tied up in that usual single ponytail, catches the eye as always. I drink in her figure like I'm entranced. Even after sneaking peeks countless times, her face never gets old—but today, Alicia's got a change that really grabs me. Her outfit. She's switched to summer uniform.
Sure, all the girls are in short clothes now that it's summer, but Alicia stands out. The tight short-sleeved shirt hugs her curves so dizzyingly. Her skirt, usually prim and proper right at knee-length to match school rules, rides up to mid-thigh, baring that pale skin. Too sexy. Who's she trying to seduce, dressing like that? I wanna scold her, give her a piece of my mind.
I love her in the winter uniform too—that snug, almost suffocating fit—but facing this much bare skin head-on gets me way more worked up. It's erotic. Fucking erotic. Heh heh heh...
I'm ogling her like I'm about to drool when I realize I haven't answered. Alicia speaks up again.
"I asked if you're hot."
"Yeah."
"Liar. You're sweating buckets."
"...A little?"
"Change into summer uniform."
"Uh, yeah, guess I should."
A quick glance around shows I'm the only one left in winter uniform now that Alicia's switched. Ugh, do I really have to? As I'm dithering, the end-of-class bell rings. Alicia starts to say something else but heads back to her seat.
...Truth be told, I'm sensitive to heat. And cold, for that matter. My body's just hyper-reactive to the weather, like a dog. I'm panting with my tongue out. It's that hot. I was fine yesterday, but today's brutal. By afternoon, as the temperature really climbs, I'm in serious trouble. Sweat pouring everywhere. Feels like a sauna. Regretting my sunny window seat big time.
Hair soaked, sweat trickling from my temples down to my collarbone now and then, skirt damp between my thighs and the chair. Ah. Especially the cleavage and underboob where skin folds—total mess. Ugh... Lily's... all sticky...
The lunch bell rings, and I stand—or try to. My head spins, then thud. My body crumples. Huh? Before I can even process, everything goes black, and I'm out.
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There's a reason I stubbornly stick to winter uniform. It's not some pure "showing skin is embarrassing" bullshit. I don't care about looking good for others. But flaunting this vulgar body in a sacred girls' school like it's something to brag about? That's just wrong. Boobs too damn big, ass too fat... In yuri terms, it's grotesque. Exposing it is like dropping a chemical weapon. How'd I end up with such a trashy figure? Maybe it's proof I'm not cut out for yuri. So I have to bundle up tight. That's why I didn't switch when everyone else did. Same reason I hate PE—gym clothes, swimsuits, all of it sucks.
Ah. A cool breeze. More chilly than refreshing. A bit cold...?
"You're awake?"
"..."
My eyes are still unfocused, but I know that voice. No mistaking it. Alicia. She's fanning me gently with some fan that came out of nowhere. That's when I realize I'm lying on a sofa-like thing. She's sitting beside me, watching.
I try to piece it together. So, probably passed out from heat at lunch... woke up in this mystery spot... getting fanned by Alicia. ...What happened in between?
"Where's this...?"
"School."
"Never seen it before..."
Looking around, it's totally unfamiliar. Multipurpose room? Clubroom? Alicia nods casually.
"Regular students can't come in."
"..."
Regular students? What, there's elite ones? But this school's got no class system. Must be staff-only.
"You?"
"Seduced a teacher."
"...A woman?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Important."
Hmm. Yeah. If it'd been a male teacher letting her into staff areas, I'd have coughed up blood and passed out again. Teacher and student? Alicia, that's too slutty. Bet she got this room so they could sneak off later for filthy fun. From what I've seen, she's no bottom, so even as a first-year, she probably pins down that mature teacher and—argh, the fall of teacher authority right here...! Heh heh, heh heh heh...
Ugh. But it is kinda cold. I shiver a little. Alicia catches it instantly, stops fanning, and asks.
"Cold?"
"...A bit."
"AC's too strong, huh."
"Can you turn it down?"
"Nope. You passed out from heat."
"But I'll catch a cold like this..."
"Just a bit longer."
But class is probably going on. Fine, I fainted so nurse's office makes sense for me—but Alicia? Skipping? Not very top-of-class behavior.
As I'm spacing out, our eyes meet again. Her elegant eyes curve slyly. A thin smile spreads on her lips. I know that look now. She wants to tease me.
"Cold? Want me to hold your hand?"
If you're offering, turn off the AC instead. I wanna snap back, but she'll never listen. Normally, I'd freak—why're you messing with a loser like me, idiot? But now? Holding hands? Yeah, whatever. I've realized it's not that yuri. Serina and I do it daily, fingers laced even.
I reach out casually. My turn first. Like at the aquarium, I wanna tease her back.
...But my hand freezes, like a machine jamming to a halt. My head floods with worry. What if I regret this later? What if the past repeats? I...
Even after all this time, those old memories linger like scars, rooted deep in my mind. My vision whites out. Separate from the room's chill, I shiver again.
Would've been better to stay a coward. Like I resolved before school—don't get close to anyone, just watch. When did things stop going my way? Honestly, no clue. Up to the aquarium, I thought I was pushing girls away fine. When did it...
Then Serina happened—force majeure. It's done, can't undo it, so I cover with lame "we're friends now" excuses. Kinda regret it. But Alicia's different. I can still stop. Keep her at "just classmate" distance.
But.
"Can I hold it?"
She's already holding it—why ask? Not my move, so I play dumb. It just happened, I didn't want it, you grabbed it, unavoidable—yeah, that's it.
Cool-looking hands, but warm touch. I feel sleazy. Screaming no inside but saying nothing outside. Obvious reason: blame her if it goes south. I refused. Wasn't my idea. Your fault if it messes up. You cared too much. Not my problem... Pathetic coward.
Alicia, watching me, just smiles quietly. No idea what's so funny.
"Lily. Want a hug?"
"No need. What the—"
"Come on."
"..."
I won't do anything. Can't give you what you want. But... yeah, I won't refuse. I decide to get a little sleazier. With Alicia, it feels okay. It's cold now, you're warming me up 'cause it's cold, you think so too...
Alicia's body is as warm as her hands. Too warm—I end up hugging back tight without thinking. Whimper...