It was two years ago, after the midterms of the fall semester. The library was quieter than usual. I was there late, working on a side project, just trying to get through the night. I wore my usual cozy outfit, leggings, an oversized hoodie, and a white tank top with no bra underneath. Nothing special, just something comfortable. After a while, I noticed this guy sitting across from me, his eyes wandering over me every few minutes. He thought he was being subtle, but I could feel his gaze all over me. I decided to have a little fun with it.

I casually took off my hoodie, revealing my tight white tank top. I acted like it was nothing, but he could definitely tell how hard my nipples were through the thin fabric. His eyes locked onto my chest as I 'fixed' my top, pulling it down just enough to make sure my tits were clearly poking through, leaving no room for him to wonder. He started shifting in his seat, clearly getting flustered. I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back a little, giving him a full view of every curve, every angle. My chest pushed forward, and I could feel the tension growing with every subtle move I made. I ran my fingers over my neck and across my collarbone, teasing the edge of my top, nothing too obvious, but enough to drive him crazy. At one point I bit my lip, focusing on my screen, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw practically drop. It was hilarious how much he was struggling to keep his composure.

For about 40 minutes, I kept teasing him with little movements, watching him get more and more worked up. Finally, it was time to head out. I got up and slowly bent over to grab my hoodie, making sure he had a clear view as I did. I put it on, closed my laptop, and slid it into my bag, all while feeling his eyes glued to me. I walked out of the library, hoping he’d follow or make a move, but… nothing. Guess he wasn’t as bold as I thought. Too bad. The tease was fun, though.