Abby and Violet (Yuri Light Novel)

A few days ago, I had done a huge mistake.

It was in the heat of the moment, and I still think it was a good idea overall, but the timing was completely and terribly wrong.

Maybe if I had left things at Abby touching my chest alone, it would be fine. However, I had to give in to my stupid hormonal impulses and inability to resist her pleas and also touched her chest. Her made-to-perfectly-fit-my-hand chest.

It was being a huge hindrance for my studying since she sat mostly between my legs with her back against me. That meant that, every time she had a low-cut top, I had a very nice angle to see her cleavage, ruining my concentration completely.

“Should I turn the AC?” she asked, noticing my red cheeks.

“Yeah… I’m feeling a bit hot.”

“…I could also dismount.”

“N-No!” I objected, holding her down.

“Erm, ok then. Hehe, I’ll stay here, then.”

Having her sit elsewhere would solve the problem, right? The problem is, she had left the shower a little while, and her scent was also a bit stimulating, it also somewhat calmed my mind and helped me focus while studying. In other words, if she stayed sat, I was distracted, but if she sat elsewhere, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate either.

“…”

Come on, Violet Evergreen! Focus on the books! The books! Not the boobs!

I was having this mental peptalk when Abby got very serious staring at me.

“W-what?” I asked.

“Hmm… I wonder.”

She was looking at me with such suspicion, I was feeling like a criminal. Or rather, I was feeling even more of a criminal.

She grew a mischievous grin and wiggled her torso, causing her chest to wobble slightly, my eyes being drawn and sinking in them like it was quicksand.

“Ah-ha! So that’s why you’re so out of it today.”

“I-I’m so sorry!”

“No, erm… it’s… it’s fine,” she said, starting to also turn red. “Put your pen down.”

I did, and was going to retract my hand, but she grabbed it along with the other and deposited them on her chest.

Immediately, I began massaging them.

“I’m so sorry for this!” I excused while hiding my face on her hair. “They’re just so nice to play with.”

Even through the clothes the feeling was amazing. More and more I couldn’t see the appeal in guys. Girls were amazing. If there was a prince charming for me, you could keep it.

“Pfft, hehe, thanks… hehe, remember? They were the first thing you complimented me about.”

“No, they weren’t… I don’t remember what it was, but I was miffed when you said you weren’t expecting me to compliment them first, so… I complemented you about something else before.”

“Ah-haha! Ok, if you say so. Say… do you want to touch them… directly?”

“…My hands are cold.”

“I know… It’s one of the reasons why I like them, remember?”

Damned puberty and her irresistible charm. Keeping up this way I was more of a danger to our chastity than she’d ever be. At least she seemed to have a better self-control than I did.

I had a huge growing curiosity to see what kind of face she was making as the girl she liked fondled her. It got so bad that it overruled my embarrassment and I uncovered my face.

“Hi there,” she said, looking like she was on cloud nine.

I guess this is fine, then…

“H-hi,” I stammered.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her nose on mine.

“It’s my turn next, once we are done studying. I loved touching your chest, but… can I touch your legs today?”

“O…ok…”

Seriously, like we didn’t already have enough weird habits, now we’d also begin exploring each other’s body without dating yet?

Well… we’ll eventually start dating, so… this is fine?

“Violet? Are you listening?”

“Ah! S-sorry, no.”

“Gee, I get that they are nice, but pay some attention to what I’m saying too.”

“Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was asking what your favourite body part in me was, but I’m guessing I already know.”

I stopped moving my hands and stared at her face.

“It’s your eyes. I like your chest, but it’s the eyes I like the most.”

She turned completely red and started having one of her giggling fits as she bobbed side to side.

“Not fair! Telling me stuff like that so seriously! Be more embarrassed!”

I was holding a half-naked girl sitting on my lap with my hands on her breasts while telling her such cheese—although completely honest, lines. How much more embarrassed could I get?

Seriously, what ARE we doing!?