Neither, you declare a truce.

You quickly consider where this little contest might be going, and despite the fact it could end with one or both of the sexy coeds naked, you think you should try to be peacemaker before Ellen gets really angry. For such an otherwise friendly and innocent sort of girl, you’ve seen her really turn into a first class bitch when she’s really pissed off.

“Now ladies, I really think we should call a truce here, and forgive and forget. What do you say?” You look at Ellen and back to her topless roommate, whose creamy, soft breasts are pressed firmly against your forearm. You hope you don’t regret this decision by the end of the weekend. The two girls eye each other in the suddenly silent room, and then Ellen expels a small sigh and says, “truce Ames?” Taking two steps forward, Ellen stand with her legs slightly akimbo. She looks hot. Tall, black high heeled boots, and the sheer, sexy stockings attached to the silky black garter belt.

Amy’s green eyes look knowingly into yours, and she slowly rubs her breasts back and forth several time over your arm. Her nipples are hard, and the feel of them is delicious. You wish you had her tits in your hands, rubbing them massing them. Before the weekend’s done maybe, you hope. “Truce, you amazon.” Amy says as she releases you and steps over to her roommate, and the two girls embrace. Amy’s naked breasts crush against Ellen’s and they kiss each other lightly on the cheeks, Ellen’s hand glide over her roommate’s back briefly, before the two break their embrace.

Amy picks up her blouse off her bed, and slips it on as Ellen finds her skirt, and pulls her skirts back to her waist and fastens it, covering up the top her sheer tan stockings, and the garter belt holding them up. Your cock is rock hard in your pants from the girls little contest. Casually you slip a hand into your pocket, and try to position your shaft so your arousal is not so evident.

Amy slips into the chair behind her desk, turning the chair to face out into the room towards you and Ellen, while your blonde friend moves to her bed, and sits. She smiles, and her eyes seem so fantastically blue. Reaching up to her head, she runs her finger through her hair, straightening a few errant strands that had fallen in front of her face.

“So now what, peacemaker?” Ellen says. Adding, “got any ideas?”