"We're even."

“…we’re even” Ellen says. Amy’s expression changes from a goofy smile to something more serious as Ellen lingers over her roommate. The two have their eyes locked on one another. You’re turned on by it sensing there’s whole going on between the two coeds that isn’t being said. Being a healthy, horny college student, you wonder if the two are more than just roommates, but quickly shrug it off, know that there’s no way Ellen Clark would ever consider making out with another girl.

“Yep, even” Amy says quietly. Her green eyes dart from gazing into Ellen’s eyes, and flash over at you before returning to look back at Ellen. The goofy smile spreads back across Amy’s lips, and she giggles. Ellen turns and look over at you, and she quickly stands back up and returns to her space beside you on her bed. She flashes the familiar, sexy smile you remember from all through high school, and aft positioning her body next to yours, rests her head on your shoulder.

“Well, that was all very entertaining, don’t ya think?” Amy’s says rhetorically as she rolls over on her side, and props her head on her hand. Strands of fiery red hair dangle in front of her eyes, before she blows them out of the way.

“I’m sure you two already have plans, but if you want to, after dinner Sherah and I are heading over to a party at Professor Erickson’s house. You’re welcome to join us, Sherah just loves Ellen, and Erickson is one of the cooler professors, she always throws get parties with interesting people and things going on. Especially for a little flyspeck town like this.”

“I was thinking we’d go out to dinner somewhere, and get reacquainted, and then maybe play cards with Lynn and Marcie. But if Scott wants to head over to the party after dinner, that would be alright with me” Ellen says as she rests her hand on your thigh, and runs it back and forth, up to your knee and back.

“You could go with Sherah and me to dinner, and then all of us could go to the party together.” Amy responded, as she slipped her arm over her chest, depriving you of the sight of her erect nipples poking at the thing white material of her blouse.

Raising her head off of your shoulder, Ellen run the fingers of her free hand through her flax colored hair. “What do you want to do?” she asks.