Let Trish in

You both quickly clean yourself up. You sit at your desk pretending to study while Mandy answers the door.

Trish comes in and with you typical million words a minute start telling Mandy about some panty raid. Apparently, Trish pledged a sorority in an attempt to get somewhere to stay closer to her classes. She goes on and on about how they stole this pair of panties that her last boyfriend gave to her, and on and on and on. You roll your eyes at the thought of someone having sentimental underwear.

“Don’t be a jerk,” Trish yells, while lightly slapping you on the arm.

She then goes back to talking to Mandy at a thousand miles per hour. You only catch bits and pieces, but the words, Phi Sig, catch your attention. That’s Tom’s frat.

When she finally stops to catch her breath, you interject, “I know a guy at Phi Sig, I might be able to help find out who took them.”

Trish’s eyes light up at this.

With her mouth always going at full speed, you never noticed before how attractive is. Trish is tall and lean, her slender frame clad in a pair of tight jeans that hug every curve perfectly. Her legs go on for miles, and the way she crosses them draws your eyes instantly to her shapely thighs. Her tanned Latina skin glows against the dark denim as she leans forward, her full breasts pressed snugly against the fabric of her tank top. Her hair is long and curly, falling down her back in a mass of locks. She has bright green eyes that sparkle with mischief, and a wide mouth full of pearly white teeth that seems permanently curved into a smile.

“If you would do that for me, I would owe you big time,” Trish says, “Then adds, well maybe we can call it even for me not reporting you two,” she adds with a wink.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You reply.

“See, I told you he is good guy.” Mandy adds, giving you a knowing smile.