"Comfort" her.

"Well," Amy said shyly, "um...I know you're locked out of your room, but is there somewhere a little more private we can go?"

"Oh, sure." Janice said, leading her into a small, carpeted living room with two couches and a pile of beanbag chairs. Amy sat on one of the couches and gestured for Janice to sit next to her.

"Well, as I was saying," Amy continued, "you've been so nice to me--and you've really had to go through a lot to help me out. So..." Rather than explaining verbally, Amy placed her hand high up on Janice's bare thigh and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

The kiss was brief and tender until Janice pulled away. "What...what are you doing?"

"Well, I like you, and I've seen the way you were looking at me earlier, so I thought that this would be a nice way to repay you." As she spoke, Amy's hand lightly traced the top of Janice's thigh to the cleft between her legs.

"But...I'm not...I mean, I don't think I'm into women, like that."

"Okay, that's okay," Amy said, but she didn't move her hand, "no more kissing than. Nothing romantic. You did something nice for me, I'm going to do something nice for you. You won't be my girlfriend afterwards or anything, and if you feel uncomfortable you can ask me to stop. Just think of it like a massage."

"Oh, okay."

Amy, drunk on the sensation of being in charge for a change, proceeded to "massage" Janice's clit with her tongue until the blonde sorority girl screamed in ecstasy.