“Let’s just use the stairs,” you murmur, motioning towards the nearby doors. “With the both of us, it shouldn’t take more than three or four trips, right? Besides, if the elevator craps out on us, then no one is going to be getting any studying done.”
Christy smiles at you before she bends over, giving you another look at her round ass, and taking a handful of books from the bottom of the rack.
“Thanks, , I really appreciate this,” she murmurs, brushing by your chest before slipping through the door. You waste no time in grabbing your own stack of books and following Christy down the stairs. You almost regret your decision as soon as you step through the door. The lights here are dimmer and the stairs walls seem to close in on you as soon as you begin your journey. You know it can’t possibly be so, but the stairs seem to twist beneath you and you start to feel lightheaded and sleepy. Your books start to feel heavier and heavier and your hands begin to tremble as you take each step deeper into the earth. You’ve long since lost count of how many steps you’ve taken and you’re almost tripping with every other step. Then, you finally see the light penetrating under the door below you. Taking a deep breath, you hurry on through. You sluggishly push the door open and step through, letting out a sigh as a blast of cold ac blasts you in the face.
“! Glad you made it!” Christy sighed, fanning herself as she sat atop a nearby couch that rested directly underneath the roaring ac. “Those stairs are killer.”
You nod in agreement as you place your books near the stack that’s already on the nearby table.
“If you want to, we could take a break,” Christy murmurs, standing up. “On the other hand, the sooner we get all those books down here, the sooner we can go out and have some fun.”
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