Admit, it's pretty hot

"Yeah, I guess that is pretty hot." You admit with a sheepish grin. You're not going to tell her what Senator Williams told you, but there is no point in denying that being able to take your pick of these pretty students each night is just about every man's wet dream.

"I know." Monica giggles as she leans in to kiss you softly before pulling back slightly and resting her hands on your shoulders. "I'm not usually like this Kyle, but as soon as I mentioned you rooming on the second or third floor of the Mellon building I'm having trouble thinking about anything else." Her lips were warm and soft on yours and you lean in to kiss her again, but she stops you before your lips reach hers.

"Wait," Her eyes are sparkling with excitement. "Tell me what kind of girl you'd choose." You stare at her in momentary confusion, women don't usually ask you to fantasize about hot schoolgirls as you are putting the moves on them.

"Come on, Kyle. Play along." She runs her palm across your chest palming your pectoral muscle like it's a woman's tit, squeezing it and brushing your nipple with her thumb through your shirt. "Imagine you horny," her other hand gropes the hard bulge in your pants, "OK, you don't have to imagine that part." She chuckles before continuing. "You're this horny, and you know that just outside this door are almost sixty nineteen and twenty year old women are preparing for bed in their rooms."

"Imagine being able to walk along the halls and open any door you wanted, none of them have locks Kyle," she adds as an afterthought, "have you noticed that about this place?" It is one of the things that had surprised you about the Pink Rose, but now hardly seems like the time to ask about it. "Those pretty little bitches will be right there on their beds ready for you to use, and none of them could do anything to stop you."

Her hands continue rubbing you through your clothing. "Do you like your tits, fat medium or small? Or are you an ass man?" She pulls one of your hands down to her butt and presses it firmly against her jeans. "What kind of body do you like, athletic, plump, skinny. What about skin color?" She asks grinding her curvy body against yours. "There are a couple dark-skinned girls and all sorts of lighter shades, do you like brown sugar, Kyle?"

Her teasing is starting to get to you and you pull her tightly into your arms kissing her deeply and crushing her against the door of her room. Every inch of her curvy figure molds against yours and as she wiggles against you every nerve in your body seems to fire at once.

"Kyle, there's something else." Her breath in hot in your ear, "What kind of personality should this student have? Do you want a slut who can fuck you back as hard as you fuck her, maybe someone shy with only limited experience with men, or do you want an untouched virgin. I'm pretty sure Theresa's still got her cherry, and I know the Sayegh sisters do for sure."

"Tell me who you'd pick, and then I'll be that 2nd year student for you to fuck."