Miu and Kaede sat at their regular spots in the cafeteria, their backs facing one another's. On occasion, Miu tossed a glance over her shoulder. Kaede's golden locks appeared lush as ever. Pursing her lips did little to mask their fullness.
What always caught Miu's attention, though, was Kaede's soft, pale thighs pressed into the bench. Her skirt struggled to keep 'em all in.
Kaede, too, peered at Miu. Her stare rolled down her sky-blue eyes, cleavage between her sailor collar, and her thighs squeezed a note too tight by her leather straps.
And, truly, neither wanted to look away.