Anthony Clarkson pushes open the heavy glass doors of the university library, seeking a brief oasis of peace between his morning lecture and the next class. At 19, he’s navigating his second year as a graphic design major, and the campus hustle often leaves him craving quiet moments like this.
It’s the 2020s, so the library resembles more of a tech hub than a traditional book haven—rows of sleek computers dominate the space. Charging stations are everywhere and only a few scattered bookshelves hold onto the remnants of printed knowledge. Digital screens flicker with study apps and online databases, but Anthony appreciates the subdued atmosphere.
He doesn’t have a long break, maybe 45 minutes at most. But it’s enough to sit down, unwind, and maybe scroll through his phone before heading out. The place is quiet, with few students around, which suits him.
He scans the room and spots a cluster of comfy armchairs in a corner, away from the main traffic. Sinking into one, he lets out a sigh of relief, his backpack thudding to the floor beside him.
Once settled, Anthony looks around, observing the sparse occupants. A male student nearby pores over a thick textbook on computer tech, his brow furrowed in concentration as he highlights passages.
In another chair across the way, a couple tries to be discreet while making out. But their hands wander just enough to make Anthony shift uncomfortably in his seat—he averts his eyes, not wanting to intrude.
Then, his gaze lands on a cute girl in a wheelchair, positioned near one of the remaining bookshelves. She’s straining to reach a book on a higher shelf, her arm extended as far as it can go.
The girl has light brown hair that falls in soft waves to her shoulders, framing her face behind a pair of stylish glasses. She’s wearing a simple blouse that hugs her figure and a skirt that flows over her lap.
Anthony can’t help but notice her chest—she’s skinny, but her breasts are decent-sized for her frame, pressing against the fabric of her blouse. He immediately feels a flush of guilt. What am I doing, ogling a girl I don’t even know? He scolds himself, shaking his head.
Feeling guilty, Anthony stands up and approaches her. “Hey, do you need a hand?” he asks, keeping his tone friendly and non-intrusive.
The girl turns to him shyly, her cheeks tinting pink. She glances at the shelf, then back at him with a sweet smile. “Yes, thank you very much. I can’t reach the book I want; can you believe the nerve of my legs?” She smiles wider, trying to make light of her wheelchair.
Anthony laughs, appreciating her sweetness and sense of humour. It’s disarming, and he feels an instant ease. “No problem at all. Which one is it?”
“I’m Sara Evans,” she introduces herself as she points to the book.
“Anthony Clarkson,” he replies, grabbing the volume. He immediately recognizes the title—it’s a light novel from one of his favourite series in the magical girl genre. What are the chances of a cute girl enjoying this too?
Sara’s eyes light up as he hands it to her. “You’re a graphic design major?” she asks after he mentions it.
“Yeah, and you? English literature?” he guesses, based on the book.
She nods enthusiastically. “Spot on. I love diving into stories like this—they’re so empowering.”
The two of them start chatting, Anthony careful not to spoil anything in the book she’s about to read. Sara talks animatedly about what draws her to the magical girl genre—the themes of transformation, friendship, and overcoming odds. Her passion is infectious, and Anthony finds himself smiling more than he has in weeks.
After a few minutes, his phone buzzes—an alarm he set to remind him to leave for class. “I’m sorry, Sara, but I have to head to my next class. I really enjoyed chatting with you, though.”
Sara giggles shyly. “I enjoyed chatting with you, too. Maybe we could… do this again sometime.” She adjusts in her wheelchair, reaching into her pocket for her phone. “Um… could we swap numbers?”
Anthony’s heart skips a beat. “Absolutely,” he says, pulling out his own phone. They exchange contacts quickly, and he waves goodbye, heading out with a spring in his step.
A few hours later, Anthony exits his last class of the day, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across campus. His mind drifts back to the conversation with Sara in the library. He feels a pang of empathy for her situation—being in a wheelchair can’t be easy, navigating the uneven paths and crowded buildings. But she’s so sweet and funny, which makes him recall they swapped numbers. He wants to chat with her again, but is a few hours too soon? He’s never been great with women, but she seemed eager.
Playing it safe, he decides to text her instead of calling. “Hey, Sara, it’s Anthony from the library. Just wanted to say hi and that I had fun talking earlier.”
Surprisingly, she texts back almost immediately: “Hey Anthony! I enjoyed it too.”
They chat a bit more, and agree to meet up the following morning outside the library building. Coincidentally, both live on campus in the residences, and neither has classes until later in the afternoon.
The next morning, they meet up under a crisp blue sky. Sara wheels up with a bright smile, and they chat for a bit before strolling—or wheeling—around campus. They discuss their programs in more depth, share stories about their families, and Sara opens up about how she ended up in the wheelchair—a car accident a few years back that left her with paralysis from the waist down. They bond over magical girl lore, debating favourite characters and plot twists.
Sensing a spark between them, Sara suggests, “Hey, want to head over to my residence? We can hang out, watch TV or something.”
Anthony agrees, his pulse quickening. They arrive at her building, and she uses her keycard to open the door, inviting him inside.
Once inside, Anthony glances around. It’s a typical college dorm—separate rooms for roommates, a general area with a TV, and a small kitchen. Everything feels cozy, if a bit cluttered.
Suddenly, he hears a gasp, pulling him from his observations. Sara is nowhere in sight.
“Where did you go?” he asks aloud.
From her room, Sara calls out, “Sorry… I left in a rush to meet with you this morning. And I… um… forgot that I left my room in a messy state.”
Anthony smiles. “You think I haven’t seen a messy room before lol? Don’t worry about it, alright?”
He takes a quick peek into her room… and something catches his eye. Despite being almost 20, he’s never seen the inside of a girl’s bedroom before. Clothes are scattered everywhere—t-shirts, skirts… and panties?!
There, almost right in the middle of her bedroom, is a cute white cotton bikini brief with a magical girl printed on them.
Sara sees him standing there and notices where he’s looking. Panicking, she says, “Hey, don’t look at my undies! Like I said, I left in such a rush this morning… and didn’t think I’d bring you back to my room. Ugh… how embarrassing.”
Anthony looks at her thoughtfully. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I was just surprised to see… your underwear. They’re… cute.”
Sara gets a confused look. “Y-you think my undies are cute?” He gives her a sincere, friendly nod.
She relaxes immediately. “Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. I kind of have a thing… for underwear lol.”
Now Anthony looks confused. “What do you mean by having a thing for underwear?”
Sara giggles shyly. “I… like underwear. And when combined with my love for magical girls, my underwear needs become… intense lol.”
Anthony gives her another confused look. “Huh?! What do you mean by intense? You wearing underwear with magical girls on them doesn’t sound out of the ordinary to me. It sounds adorable, if anything.”
Sara gives him a sly look. “Well, you notice that I’m in a wheelchair, right? My lower body lacks the nerve endings to not just move my legs… but feel… down there. That’s where the underwear comes in. I wear special underwear designed to enhance pleasure and stimulation. So you can imagine how… pent up I was prior to getting them lol.”
Anthony tries to process this. Either she’s lost her mind, or she’s trolling him. He asks her to clarify what she means by “feel… down there.” And what makes this underwear so special?
Sara smiles. “Well… I can’t feel much below my stomach. But I still have needs the same way you and others might. Scratch that… that might not be true lol. Mine aren’t for everyone.” She whispers shyly, as if afraid someone might overhear, “They’re called ‘vibrating panties.’ They have extra material in specific areas to amplify sensations, helping me achieve orgasm despite the reduced feeling in my lower extremities.”
He’s at a loss for words. Sara wears underwear that helps her get sexual relief. Prior to meeting her, Anthony had no idea that people with her injury could even experience orgasm. Not for any discriminatory reasons; he just didn’t know. He smiles. She doesn’t let her disability get in her way or prevent her from enjoying life, or at least orgasms. But now she has him curious.
Anthony says, “I guess that makes sense. But… and I apologize if this crosses the line… I can’t help but wonder what they actually look like inside.” He reddens with embarrassment. Why did I say that?
Sara giggles. “No worries; go ahead and take a look. Neither of us are cats lol.”
Anthony smiles at her reference to “curiosity killed the cat.” Despite that, he’s surprised that a girl is letting him look at her underwear; so trusting of a boy she barely knows. But he bends down and grabs Sara’s panties. He takes a look at them.
From the outside, Sara’s panties look like normal everyday panties. Maybe a little cartoony for a college-aged girl, but nothing extreme. He admires the cute design and how soft they are for a few moments. Much softer than my boxers. Upon looking inside, Anthony can see the crotch panel. This is so surreal; he’s looking at the crotch of a girl’s panties! He then feels a pouch… and something with a bullet shape.
Anthony looks up suddenly and sees Sara staring back at him, with an amused look on her face. He nervously asks, “What’s the look for? I didn’t do anything weird, did I?”
Sara giggles. “Not at all. It’s just… watching you handle my panties… with a look of utter fascination on your face lol. It’s actually kind of sweet.” She looks at Anthony with a thoughtful expression. “Is this the graphic design student in you?”
Anthony sheepishly nods. “Partly. I do like these panties; the design, the material, the colour choice, etc. They’re… nice to look at. But… I haven’t had much experience with girls. Never even seen a girl’s panties in person before. Is it obvious lol?”
Sara smiles. “Does it matter? This is new to me as well. I’ve never known a guy who sees or even enjoys my underwear… no one else cares about what I wear underneath. Whenever I bring a guy back to my room, he just wants to get down to business. Unfortunately, though, they are never patient with me and leave before anything happens.” She looks down at her wheelchair. “And running after them isn’t an option lol.”
There is a stunned silence between them. Anthony can’t believe that someone so sweet and kind has had to deal with guys like this.
A few moments later, Sara looks back at Anthony and grins sheepishly. “Sorry… forget I said all that. Do you… um… want to watch TV or something? Neither of our classes are until later on.”
Anthony glances at the clock on her wall: it’s 11:41. We have lots of time before class! He walks over to Sara. Looking her in the eye, he smiles. “I have a better idea. How would you like to lounge around and watch TV… in our underwear? We don’t have to get down to business; we can just strip and hang out in our skivvies lol.”
This is enough to bring Sara out of her funk. A smile breaks out on her face. “You are pulling my leg lol. That is the most awesomely ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard!” She starts to laugh while shaking her head. “You’re on! Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll meet you on the couch.”
Today is turning out to be one of the strangest days Anthony has ever had. Never before does he think he would find himself in this situation: hanging out in a cute girl’s dorm. While half naked. And yet, here he sits on her couch, waiting for her in his grey cotton boxers. They aren’t anything fancy, but it’s the thought that counts. I hope I don’t embarrass myself! These won’t hide anything.
A few moments later, he hears Sara’s wheelchair coming from her room. He looks up… and sees the most amazing sight.
Sara is wheeling herself into the living room with a shy smile on her face. Not only that, her beautiful breasts jiggle in her beige lace bra with every movement. Her breasts aren’t huge or anything, but they suit her. And upon looking down…
“Aren’t those the panties that were on your floor?” Anthony gulps. “With the vibrator in them? You didn’t have to change your underwear, you know.”
Sara gives him a shit-eating grin. “That’s why I did it lol. The way I see it, if we’re going to wear just our undies in front of each other, I might as well have the option of showing you what happens when I turn the vibrator on, haha.”
Anthony takes a good look at Sara. She looks so cute and feminine; her bra is very flattering on her breasts. And the way the cups envelop them, lifting them and supporting them, as though they’re crown jewels. And what are crown jewels if not deserving of admiration and dedication? Every beautiful girl deserves to have their breasts pampered with only the finest bras.
His eyes move down her body and linger on her white cotton bikini brief. With the magical girl winking at him, Sara’s panties give the appearance of being innocent yet playfully sexy. The simplicity of her panties contrasts with the suggestive winking of the magical girl. A few minutes of lingering later, Anthony feels his boxers get tighter. Oh, great! Please don’t see it, Sara!
Almost as though she can read his mind, Sara’s giggling breaks Anthony out of his trance. “I guess it’s safe to say that you approve, then lol? Much appreciated, Anthony. I’m flattered that the sight of me in my undies causes you to react this way.” Sara looks over Anthony’s body. “You have a pretty nice bod, yourself. And I like how your boxers look on you lol.”
Anthony gives a modest nod. He isn’t used to receiving compliments on his body, and she doesn’t even seem bothered that a certain part of him has, ahem, risen to the occasion. “Uh… thanks, Sara. I apologize for my obvious reaction, though… this is why guys wear pants lol.”
Sara tilts her head, appearing to not understand what he means. But then she bursts out laughing. “Will you stop worrying lol? I wouldn’t agree to this if it offends me. Why do you think I’m wearing vibrating panties? I fully expect explosions to happen lol.” She grabs the remote beside her on the seat. “And speaking of which… are you… um… ready?”
Anthony nods.
Sara shyly smiles and pushes a button on the remote. And instantly, a low buzzing sound fills the air. Anthony looks over at Sara and sees she has a dreamy look in her eyes. Her droopy eyelids give her the appearance of someone who is about to either fall asleep or is in her happy place. Pure contentment.
“Oh!… that feels… perfect.” Sara says in a breathy voice. Although from the outside it doesn’t appear as though anything is happening, the real magic must be happening in her panties. And, just from the look on Sara’s face, Anthony can tell that the bullet is taking her for a ride.
Anthony feels himself grow erect as he watches Sara. His boxers are clearly tenting. At first, he cringes out of embarrassment, but then smiles as he reminds himself of the half-naked girl in front of him on the verge of orgasm. Modesty isn’t important right now. “I guess it’s working, huh? Because it sure looks like it lol.”
Sara giggles as she feels herself up. “You h-have… no ide-a lol. Holy shit!” Her face contorts in anguish… and then she opens her mouth to yell out in ecstasy. “Oh yes… ahhhhhhh!”
Anthony watches as Sara has an explosive orgasm right in front of him. Her body shudders as she comes her brains out; her underwear getting damper by the second. The sight of this causes him to rub himself over his boxers. This is the greatest day of my life. He rubs as he feels pre-cum wetting his boxers.
When Sara finishes, she catches her breath. Then looks over at Anthony and grins apologetically. “S-sorry, I’m… getting a little c-carried away… could you h-help me onto the c-couch?”
That’s putting it mildly. Anthony laughs to himself. This is somewhere he never expected to be. Not just in a girl’s dorm, but sitting and watching as Sara moans and writhes in her wheelchair. And masturbating to her orgasm.
He smiles and gets off the couch. And walks over to Sara. “Are you sure you’re okay with me helping you? Wouldn’t you rather have a professional?”
Sara smiles and looks into his face. “No, I-I want you. And I normally just… bring myself o-over.” Her smile turns into a sheepish grin. “But, by the time I g-get myself… oh god… over there… it’ll be t-too late lol.” She grabs the remote and turns the dial. “Just for now lol.” The buzz dies down, causing Sara to breathe a sigh of relief.
Anthony laughs and goes to hoist Sara onto her feet. Which is awkward enough by itself; their bodies are close enough to each other that she might feel how excited he is.
Sara giggles. “Oh wow! Is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? You’re still hard, aren’t you?”
Anthony’s face reddens in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not used to seeing girls have an orgasm, let alone in their undies lol.”
Sara laughs. “Well, this must be both our lucky days, then.”
Anthony laughs as he brings her over to the couch and gently sets her down on the cushion. He then stands back and takes a look at Sara.
He watches as her breasts glisten with sweat and jiggle slightly with each of her breaths. Anthony can see sweat dripping down her body; some of it soaking into her bra, some of it her panties. He looks down. A damp spot is clearly visible in the crotch. Is that just from sweating? Or is that also from her orgasm? It’s probably both.
Sara notices and smiles as her face reddens. “Like what you see lol? I don’t normally show off this much.” She looks at Anthony directly. “But I feel at ease with you.”
Anthony returns her smile. “Ditto. I don’t normally interact with many women outside of class. But meeting you has been the best part of my week. So this is foreign territory for me as well.” He laughs. “Hanging out in a girl’s dorm with both of us in our underwear isn’t an everyday occurrence lol.”
Sara giggles and then smiles shyly. “Do you… um… want to do something in… our underwear? I mean… we’re already there, anyway lol.”
Anthony gets a confused look on his face. He’s still naive about sex, despite being a college student. Plus they haven’t known each other for long. He wonders what she’s talking about. “What do you mean? What do you have in mind?”
Sara makes a kind face at him. “I mean, you and me. Making out… in our underwear. I don’t think either of us are ready for full-on sex yet, but… well… ” She looks down at her wet panties, then at his wet boxers. Giggling, she then looks at him and says. “Look at the state of us lol.”
Anthony smiles and looks at her panties. They are indeed drenched in the crotch; Sara’s sweat and recent orgasm are making a decent wet patch. He then looks at his boxers and sheepishly grins at his boner making an obvious tent in the soaked material. “Sorry. I guess I can’t pretend the idea doesn’t interest me lol.” He then gets a look of concern on his face. “But what if… something happens?”
She gives him a sweet smile. “I appreciate the worry. But I’m on the pill.” She giggles. “Besides, this way, we can pretend we’re in an ecchi anime lol.”
A few minutes later, Sara is resting her back against the cushions. And Anthony is lowering his clothed-crotch onto Sara’s, with his legs supporting him on the couch. He smiles as he watches Sara breathing heavily below him, clearly anticipating what comes next, her breasts moving in time with her breathing.
Anthony smiles as he looks at Sara. “Are you ready?” Sara returns his smile and nods.
Anthony and Sara start making out on her couch. Their underwear rubs against each other while they kiss. Every once in a while, he glides his clothed crotch along hers. The cool, damp sensation adds to the sexualized atmosphere, making them both giggle. Eventually, Anthony feels a familiar sensation in his groin.
“Oh god! I’m going to cum!” He yells out as he contorts his face in anguish.
“So am I!” Sara yells out as she contorts her face as well.
Anthony and Sara open their mouths as they yell out in ecstasy and share an orgasm.
Anthony laughs as he comes down from his orgasm. “Holy shit lol. You have no idea how long I’ve been needing this.”
Sara smiles as she catches her breath. “Ditto lol. And I already came before this, too.” She looks down and giggles. “Oh wow, Anthony. Look at our underwear; they are drenched lol.”
Anthony looks down and laughs. His boxers and her panties are indeed absolutely drenched. But then he panics and looks at the clock. “Oh shit! Class is in 30 minutes. I can’t go to class in wet boxers, and there’s no time to return to my dorm to change!”
Sara panics. “Oh no! You’re right. I have to get changed and wheel myself to my class as well.”
But then she looks thoughtful for a second, before smiling. “Unless…”
Anthony stares at Sara, his heart pounding so hard he swears she can hear it. The air in the dorm room feels thick, warm, scented faintly with the unmistakable musk of what just happened between them.
His boxers cling to his skin, heavy and soaked through with his release, the fabric cool and slick against his still-sensitive length. Sara’s white cotton panties are in an even more decadent state: the magical-girl print now darkened in the centre by a large, translucent wet spot that spreads outward, glistening under the soft afternoon light filtering through the blinds. The damp cotton molds itself to her, outlining every soft fold beneath in a way that makes Anthony’s mouth go dry.
Sara bites her lower lip, her cheeks flushed a deep rose. Strands of her light brown hair stick to her forehead and neck where sweat has gathered in delicate beads. Her chest rises and falls in slow, heavy breaths, making her beige lace bra strain just enough that the delicate floral pattern stretches across her breasts. The lace edges have gone slightly translucent from perspiration, revealing the faint pink of her areolas beneath.
Each inhale lifts her breasts gently, the soft flesh pressing together to form a shallow, inviting cleavage that trembles with every exhale. A single droplet of sweat slides down from her collarbone, tracing a slow, shining path between her breasts before disappearing into the lace.
“Unless…” Sara repeats softly, her voice husky from her earlier cries. “What would you say if I offered to temporarily lend you one of my panties?”
