Of course

When a gorgeous 25 year-old blonde invites you to her room after a date, only a damned fool would say no.

"I'd like that." You tell her and get a bright smile in response. She takes you by the hand and pulls you eagerly into the building.

"Alice is probably still in the library, and Christina must have a gig, so we don't have to worry about being interrupted."

"What about students?" You ask as you follow her up the steps and down a hall to the right. "I've seen a bunch of them around even though Arrival Day isn't supposed to be until tomorrow."

"Yeah, but they're mostly returning students. Burnside is for freshmen, and they're assigned rooms on the second and third floor anyways. I think they put teachers on the first floor to make the girls think twice before they try to slip out after curfew." She stops in front of a unmarked door and pulls out her keys. "Still I'd rather be in the cottages like you."

"No such luck for me," you tell her as she opens the door and turns on the lights, "I'm stuck guarding the second years in Mellon." That bit of news stops Monica in her tracks and she twirls back to question you.

"Where? I can't see Ol' Prissy-Pants Naylor letting you have one of the rooms upstairs, not with all those sex-starved beauties right there for you to sample." You can see the mental gears whirling as she eliminates one option after another, "and she has the only suite on the first floor - are they refitting one of the common rooms for you?"

"I'm the old Dean of Students' rooms, next to Ms. Naylors'."

"Oh, I thought those rooms were condemned or haunted or something." She licks her lips wickedly, "Too bad, I kinda like the idea of you being able to walk down those hallways and be able to pick out a different one of those snobs to fuck each night." She stands on her toes and presses her tits into your chest kissing your lips softly. "I bet you would have liked that, it's like every guy's fantasy, huh?"