Photocopying My Tits [Exh]

“How’s the studying going?” Matthew whispered across the table.

“As good as can be expected,” I sighed, leafing through the massive textbook before me. I looked up at the clock. “Damn, I need to return this thing in twenty minutes. Maybe it’s worth the late fees…”

“Why don’t you just go photocopy the pages you need? That way you’ll have it all weekend and you don’t need to deal with trying to snatch the book back and forth from your classmates?”

“That’s a great idea! Watch my stuff, I’ll be right back.” I hefted up the book, grabbed my student ID, and made my way into the bowels of the library where the copiers resided. Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Flip the page, put the book down, close the lid, press “Copy.” Ugh… The mind-numbing rhythm of the copier’s lazy excretion was going to put me to sleep. God, this was boring. No one to talk to. Nothing to do except babysit the copy machine.

I poked the copy button again and waiting for yet another page to be spat out. I turned the page and was greeted by the glorious sight of the end of the chapter. Finally. I set the book back down and copied the final two pages. I collected my pages together and stapled them into a few manageable packets. I would have choked the stapler had I tried to staple them all together. I was all done, and with five minutes to spare! They could at least put a television down here or something to keep things exciting. Maybe play some porn. If my test was going to bend me over and ravage me, I might as well get to enjoy watching someone else experience it, as well. Misery loves company, doesn’t it? It would certainly spice up this unending tedium…

I paused. The room was quiet. I checked the long hallway leading to the copy room, the only way in or out. I was alone. I bit my lip. Did I really want to do this? The thought excited me. I glanced down. My nipples were already hard, poking through my top, eager to be involved in my plan. Besides, it was charity, basically, right? Selfless altruism: leaving something to brighten up someone’s day.

I peeked down the hallway once more to confirm my solitude before hurriedly throwing open the copier’s lid, lifting up my top, silently thanking whatever god looked after exhibitionists that I hadn’t bothered with a bra that day, lowered my breasts onto the surprisingly cold glass, and, for the first time, pressed the copy button with joy.

A blinding light emerged from the machine. I shuddered, as much from the clamminess of my surroundings as from the arousing fear that someone might sneak up on me and discover me in this position, bent over the copier, my tits spilling out. The beam of light passed across my breasts with agonizing slowness, gathering every bit of visual information about my double D’s in the course of its journey.

The light vanished. The wheels inside the machine whirred to life. I stood back up and tugged my shirt back down. I slipped my hands underneath my top as I waited. My nipples felt like little pebbles. I sighed deeply as I caressed my breasts. I was still awed by my daring. It certainly wasn’t a rare thing for me to go outside without a bra, showing off my nipples, seeing who noticed, who ogled, who stripped me in their minds. But I had never taken the next step to actually baring my breasts before… A single piece of paper emerged from the photocopier.

…Until now…

I took a breath and picked it up. The copier was old and decrepit, but it still worked. My tits looked great. I left it in the tray, breasts-down, and walked away, my heart pounding and my panties moist.

I returned my book to the librarian and returned to my table, hoping my cheeks weren’t still red. “Sorry I took so long, Matthew. There were a lot of pages.”

“It’s okay.” He grimaced. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I’m going to scream if I don’t take a break. I might stop by the cafe. You want anything?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

He unceremoniously dropped his book on the table, shoved himself away, and stomped off. I was glad I wasn’t in Orgo. I leafed through my photocopies until I found where I had left off and resumed studying, half my mind absent, wondering whether anyone had found my surprise yet.

Fifteen minutes later, and Matthew still hadn’t returned. It wasn’t until another five minutes had passed that he returned a changed man. “My, my,” I said, as he sat down, “you’re looking a lot happier. Did you find out your test got cancelled or something?”

“I wish, but no. I just, uh, relieved some stress.” I cocked an eyebrow. I had heard him use that euphemism before. I studied him more closely. His cheeks were pink and a dopey grin covered half his face. He averted his eyes from my glare, but it was too late. His guilt was all too obvious.

“Matthew! Did you just..?” I shook my hand up and down.

“Yeah…”

“Well I’m glad you waited until you weren’t at the table anymore. Where’d you go?”

“The bathroom. Just rubbed out a quick one.”

I smirked. So that’s what had been taking him. Kinky… I never knew he’d be so bold as to masturbate somewhere so public… He must have really been aching for it. Was he a moaner? Did he cum a lot? I wish I had been able to watch, unknown. “So, uh…what got you in the mood?”

“It’s gonna sound crazy.”

“Try me.”

“Well, I was walking around the library, and I went down to the copy room.” My heart froze in my chest. “And I noticed there was this page in one of the machines, so I grabbed it, and, well…” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. “Look,” he prompted me, passing me the sheet.

I unfolded it. My own breasts looked back at me. “Oh my god!” I quickly folded it back up. “I can’t believe someone would do that! You know, when I went down to make copies this girl was there and she looked pretty suspicious. As soon as I got there she ran out. Yeah, I think I remember seeing that she left a piece of paper behind, too. That’s nuts.” I passed the paper back to him, wishing I had taken that acting elective last semester after all.

“I know. I was totally surprised. But it was such a turn-on, imagining someone photocopying their breasts and just leaving this behind for anyone to find. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to touch myself.” He had jerked off to me. He had seen my breasts and been so overwhelmed with lust that he just had to masturbate himself to orgasm. Just a few minutes ago, he had been in the bathroom, his hard cock in his hand, looking at my tits and stroking himself, cumming to me. “It was great. All my stress, instantly gone. Wish I could thank her. And meet her. Whoever she is, her breasts are absolutely incredible.”

“You think so? They look pretty ordinary to me,” I said, casting out some bait.

“You’re probably biased, because you get to see yours every day. But for us mere mortals, yeah, these are magnificent. She could easily get paid to show off a body like that. It’s so hot to think that someone here could be the girl who did it,” he said, nodding towards girls walking past. “It could be her, or her, or her. It could be any of these girls, a secret exhibitionist underneath her good little student exterior.” He sighed and put the paper back into his pocket. “I’m gonna save this for later.”

“In case you need to, ah, relieve any more stress?”

“Maybe… Besides, it’s be disrespectful not to be grateful for such a boon from the universe, especially in my darkest hour. I might just frame it and hang it in my dorm. Across from my bed.”

Where he could see it while jerking off every morning. Where any stranger could visit his room and see my bare breasts, committing them to memory for their next lonely, cold night… “That sounds like a good idea. It’s sort of like, found art, in a way. I think it’d be classy. You should do it.”

“Yeah? Maybe I will…”

“I’ll be right back, I have to go use the bathroom,” I said, excusing myself from the table. I practically skipped to the stairwell as I wondered whether the copier could handle me sitting on the glass. Looks like I just found a new fetish…

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