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As finals week reaches its climax, the three of you discover yourselves completely immersed in your textbooks and notes, striving to prepare for the impending exams. The memory of the lively party atmosphere feels like a distant dream, replaced now by the mounting pressure and anxiety that come hand in hand with the end of the semester. Clinging to the hope that studying together will enhance your retention and alleviate stress, the three of you gather in Laura and Jo’s cramped dorm room. The space is overflowing with papers, colorful highlighters, and abandoned coffee cups, clear evidence of the countless hours you’ve spent studying side by side. Laura positions herself on her bed, legs gracefully crossed beneath her, as she delves into the content of a weighty textbook, her brows furrowing with determination. Jo lounges on her bed, diligently sorting through her notes, occasionally muttering to herself as she desperately engraves the information into her memory. You claim the small desk in the corner, your sprawling notes laid out like an intricate puzzle. The air in the room is saturated with focus, punctuated only by the whisper of pages turning and frustrated sighs escaping your lips. As the hours slowly slip away, you steal brief moments to stretch your cramped muscles or grab a quick snack. Returning from one of these breaks, your gaze is captured by Laura. The weight of upcoming exams has taken its toll on her, etching stress onto every line of her face. Her body language exudes tension, and a strong desire suddenly engulfs you to ease her burden and help her relax. Shifting your focus away from your own studies, you gently tap Laura on the shoulder to gain her attention. “Hey, you’ve been grinding away for quite some time now. You deserve a break,” you utter softly, your voice filled with genuine concern. “Take a moment to unwind and allow me to give you a rejuvenating backrub.” Laura gazes up from her textbook, her eyes reflecting an amalgamation of gratitude and exhaustion. “That sounds incredible,” she confesses, her voice tinged with a trace of weariness. “I’ve been hunched over this wretched thing for so long that I fear I might permanently fold in half.” Adjusting her position on the bed, she turns her back towards you and assumes a cross-legged posture. Kneeling behind her, your hands delicately rest upon her tense shoulders as you start the soothing manipulation of her aching muscles. Slowly, you work your nimble fingers into the stubborn knots along Laura’s back, feeling the tension gradually dissipate as she succumbs to the tranquility of your touch. Her head tilts forward, granting her neck an opportunity to stretch and release some of the strain accumulated from hours of hunching over her textbooks. The room falls into a hushed silence, only broken by the gentle rustling of your hands and the occasional moan of relief escaping Laura’s lips. As you expertly massage her shoulders, the burden of stress starts to melt away, leaving her visibly more at ease. Your fingers skillfully trail their way along her neck and downward, tracing her spine, providing much-needed relief from the hours of intense studying. Jo watches intently from the sidelines, her initial intrigue now kindled with a flicker of desire, captivated by the intimate connection developing between you and Laura. Her eyes remain locked on your hands as they glide across Laura’s back, her curiosity morphing into something greater than mere interest. As Laura’s eyes flutter shut, she emits a soft, contented sigh, basking in the soothing sensations you are bestowing upon her. “This feels absolutely incredible,” she purrs, her voice laced with appreciation. “You possess such a marvelous talent. What a delightful treat.” Continuing to massage Laura’s back, it becomes evident that her bra impedes your efforts to fully alleviate her tension. Making an impulsive decision, you unhook and gently slide down her bra straps, freeing her from the garment that hindered your touch. Laura sucks in a quick breath as the movement stimulates her skin, but she swiftly relaxes into your hands once more. Jo observes with heightening interest from her vantage point across the room, her previous curiosity now overtaken by a pulsating desire as she absorbs the enchanting tableau unfolding before her. There exists a struggle within her, torn between allowing events to unfold before her and vocalizing her thoughts, yet as expected, she succumbs to the temptation of speaking. Her words possess a note of admiration as she remarks, “You know, Laura, you’re truly captivating without that bra. It suits you like nothing else.” Laura beams at Jo’s opinion, a faint blush adorning her cheeks as she responds, “Sometimes, the girls need to breathe, don’t you think? I shouldn’t have confined them in the first place. We aren’t going anywhere, after all.” The energy in the room subtly shifts as you continue to indulge in the art of massaging Laura’s back, the atmosphere charged with sensuality. Your hands move fluidly, carefully navigating the contours of her neck and gliding down her spine, each touch serving to dissolve the residual tension accumulated from hours of studying. Jo’s gaze remains fixated on your attentive actions, her eyes tracing your movements with a burning hunger, while Laura’s soft moans punctuate the air, testament to her growing pleasure. Sensing the air thickening with desire, Jo can not withstand the temptation any longer and interjects playfully, interrupting the symphony of Laura’s sighs. “You know, I recently read that some people carry an incredible amount of stress in their breasts. It’s in my textbook, swear on it. And, well, sometimes I do too,” she pauses, casting a mischievous glance at Laura. “Maybe you do as well?” Amused by Jo’s teasing, Laura responds, feigning an air of innocence, “Oh, Jo, you truly are a gem. I had no clue that was a thing,” she replies, accompanied by an exaggerated airheaded tone. Jo’s grin widens as she continues her playful banter, glancing at you as she teases, “Well, if that’s the case, perhaps our talented masseur should do something about it. What do you say, Laura? Would you be willing to try something new?” Laura, taken aback by the unexpected proposition, hesitates for a moment, her gaze locked with yours. Encountering a playful curiosity sparkling within your eyes, Laura decides to embark on this new journey, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips. “Why not? Let’s give it a whirl.” Adjusting your position slightly, you inch closer to Laura, while Jo leans in for a better view, anticipation shimmering in her eyes. With a gentle guiding touch, you place one hand upon Laura’s shoulder, encouraging her to relax into your embrace. Following your lead, Laura nestles comfortably between your legs, leaning her head back onto your chest. Embracing her body against yours, you carefully wrap your arms around her, your fingers poised just above her breasts. Pausing for an instant, your eyes meet with Jo’s, who now concentrates solely on the mesmerizing scene before her. Sensing the charged atmosphere between the three of you, Jo offers a playful wink and flashes you a reassuring thumbs-up. A subtle smile tugs at the corner of your lips in response to Jo’s enthusiastic encouragement. Jo’s voice resonates through the room once more, interrupting the symphony of soft moans emanating from Laura. “Damn, the heat you two generate is absolutely intoxicating. Truth be told, it’s turning up the temperature for me as well.” With a melodramatic flourish, Jo effortlessly removes her sweatshirt, tossing it…

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