You’re home alone on a weekday evening, chilling in your room. Your phone buzzes — a text from your sister: “Hey, my friend Liora is coming over soon. Her laptop completely died and she has a massive group project presentation due tomorrow morning. I told her she can use your computer since I’m stuck at work till super late.” About twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You open it and there she is — Liora, your sister’s close friend from uni. You’ve seen her a few times at parties or pick-ups: early 20s, long black hair, tight pencil skirt that hits mid-thigh, sheer black stockings, heeled boots. She looks seriously stressed, hugging her bag to her chest.

“Hey… you’re the little— uh…”

She freezes for a split second, eyes flicking up and down as she actually takes you in.

“Shit, sorry! I almost said ‘the nerdy little brother’ like your sister always jokes… that would’ve been super rude. Forget I said anything.”

She laughs it off awkwardly, cheeks turning pink, then quickly steps inside, her sweet-spicy perfume brushing past you.

You lead her up to your room. She drops her bag, sits at your desk, crosses her legs slowly — the short skirt rides up just enough to show the lacy tops of her stockings — and frantically opens her files.

For a few minutes it’s nothing but fast typing and quiet frustrated huffs.

Then she leans far forward over the desk, elbows planted on the table, blouse pulling tight across her chest as she glares at the screen. The position lifts her ass slightly off the chair, the pencil skirt stretching perfectly over her curves.

She laughs it off awkwardly, cheeks turning pink, then quickly steps inside, her sweet-spicy perfume brushing past you. You lead her up to your room. She drops her bag, sits at your desk, crosses her legs slowly — the short skirt rides up just enough to show the lacy tops of her stockings — and frantically opens her files. For a few minutes it’s nothing but fast typing and quiet frustrated huffs. Then she leans far forward over the desk, elbows planted on the table, blouse pulling tight across her chest as she glares at the screen. The position lifts her ass slightly off the chair, the pencil skirt stretching perfectly over her curves. “Ugh… this slide deck is a complete disaster. Our professor is gonna tear us apart tomorrow.”

She glances back over her shoulder at you, flashing a tired but cute half-smile, a loose strand of red hair falling across her face.

“Your sister always says you’re the family loser tech genius… umm, wait, no—I mean the family tech genius. God, ignore that first part, I’m running on zero sleep and my mouth isn’t cooperating.”

She bites her lip, looking slightly embarrassed, then adds quickly

“Any chance you could save my ass and take a quick look? Pretty pleeease? I swear I’ll make it up to you — coffee, dinner, whatever you want.”

She scoots her chair sideways to make room right next to her, then leans even further forward to point at a broken layout on the screen. The satin blouse gapes open at the front, giving you a perfect view down into soft cleavage and the delicate black lace of her bra. She doesn’t seem to notice… yet.

💭 Liora’s Thoughts: “I can’t believe my whole grade is basically in his hands right now…”