Not quite

It is impossible to hide the full-blown erection that tents your sweatpants and Sandra's eyes widen when she sees the bulge.

"Wait, Stephen." She raises her hand to stop you before you get up. "I want to do something special for you, but I can't-" she pauses for a second before taking a deep breath, "- I can't go all the way, is that OK?" Considering what Vivian told you about how conservative her roommate's upbringing has been, you are having trouble believing that she is even here at all not to mention dressed like this. When you don't answer right away, she tries to explain. "I know your fantasy is to be able to do anything you want with the young women sent to your quarters, but ... well maybe it's kinda dumb, but I want my actual first time to be with my husband."

"That's not dumb at all, Sandra." You tell her even though you know you are setting up an incredibly frustrating situation. "I'm old-fashioned enough to really admire that." Her face lights up as doubt and fear dissolve into playful anticipation.

"OK," she mutters almost to herself, "that was easier than I thought it would be." Then before you can say anything else she kneels at your feet and lifts her eyes to meet yours. "The doctors say that I am at my most fertile tonight, they've sent me to be inseminated," Her face reddens slightly and then she glances over her shoulder towards the hallway she just came down. "Then after your done with me, the others too."

Her simple statement encapsulates all three elements of your secret fantasies; that, combined with her submissive position on the floor, is undeniably sexy and leaves all sorts of possibilities open.

"Woah there, girl." You do your best to sound like the brash young lieutenant from the movie, "I'm not just some stud ram that can spew out sperm on demand, you know."

"So, you don't want me ..." her voice trails off sadly but before you can react, she goes on. "I'll send in one of the others, do you prefer blondes or maybe Mai-lin, she's much thinner with a gymnast's tight-"

"You misunderstand," You tell her as you firmly lift her onto your lap, "I think you are beautiful, but I don't want to skip all the fun stuff and go right to the big finish." Before she can say anything, you pull her to your lips; this kiss, unlike the earlier ones, is both demanding and intense. Her soft moan as her lips part is all the indication you need to know that this is what Sandra is hoping for. Well, that and the way her arms slip around your neck and pull you even tighter against her. You are both panting heavily when you finally come up for air. "Is this your first kiss?"

"No," Sandra purses her full lips shyly before explaining, "my friends and I used to play catch-and-kiss games where one of us would be the 'man' and try to grope and kiss as many of the others as we could." The mental image of Sandra and Viv in a deep embrace is not helping your libido at all but if Sandra realizes the effect her words are having, she doesn't seem care, "but this is the first time I've ever kissed a man..." The sentence trails off in a silent invitation and you kiss her again, this time letting your hands grab at her breasts through the thin cotton of the shirt.

You've wanted to feel up these giant melons from the first time you were over at Vivian's dorm room and met her new roommate. Probably when Sandra asked about your fetishes you should have mentioned big tits, but whatever. Her tits aren't just big, you realize as her already puckered nipples seem to double in length, they are sensitive too.

"I'm going to enjoy this." You tell her, "I'm going to enjoy every square centimeter of your hot young body." And then, all the work that Sandra put into reshaping the old tee-shirt is ruined as you tear it from her breasts with one hard yank.