Alicia reached for me, popping the top button on my shirt open. "Alicia," I started saying, even as she moved her hands to the next button and unbuttoning it, too.
"Alicia," I repeated, trying to get her attentions. I grabbed her hands, too, to keep them from moving.
She tried to move her hands out of my grip. "Come on, Erica," she whined. "I need to be studying! Please just cooperate!"
"Alicia, stop!" Finally, she was listening to me. "I'm willing to cooperate. Just... I don't want it to be you." She looked at me, not understanding. "I'll... I'll do it," I stuttered.
She clapped her hands as I reached for the next button on my shirt and started cheering me on.
Part of me couldn't believe that I was actually doing this. A few buttons later, the shirt had parted enough to expose the top of my breasts. Today I had decided to wear a bra along with my fancy clothes for the date. Despite my small size, one didn't not wear a bra when going on a date. I untucked my shirt from my skirt to finish opening it and then pulled the shirt down my arms and off.
I folded my shirt and then placed it down next to my bag. Next, I decided to take off my pants. I opened the zip and lowered them down my legs, leaving me in my underwear.
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