At Tyson Hall.

Later that evening, the two climb into Scott?s Saturn and drive north up the interstate the short distance to Widley. All the while the two roommates joke and tease each other about which one of them will get ?lucky?, and eventually conclude that they both will as the women are obviously starved for male companionship. After exiting, they drive several more miles, passing field of corn, and soy beans waving gently back and forth in the wind, until they reach the outskirts of the small college town. As the car climbs over a small hill, they spot the sign the girls were standing next to in the flyer photo.

After weaving back and forth through the streets of the small town, they eventually find The Lagoon, and park a block and a half away. Looking at his watch Bryan notes that they?re a half hour early and suggests that they should look around town or walk over to the campus to kill some time before things kick off. Only geeks will be there early. Scott agrees and they decide that they?ll head to the bar around ten or ten-thirty. The streets are filled with people, most of them coeds, and obviously from the local college. ?So many women, so little competition? Bryan thinks to himself. His eyes travel back and forth as shapely blondes, brunettes and redheads walk past. Some of them flash Bryan and Scott winning smiles and friendly hellos as they pass. Bryan begins to think that he really might get laid.

Having walked several blocks, and passing many of the local pubs they?d be visiting later that evening, Bryan and Scott reach the campus, and stop in front of a residence hall. A sign in front reads Tyson Hall. Sitting on the concrete stairs are several girls, deep in conversation. Noticing the girls the same time as his roommate, Scott suggests they sit on a nearby bench, and decide on a plan of action for the evening. Mostly the two steal casual glances at the coeds sitting less than sixty feet away. Falling silent, Bryan and Scott listen as the four girls talk to each other.

?Why should I go, Elle? You know I could care less.? says a girl with bright green eyes and long, wavy red hair that falls to her waist. She?s a bit pale, and even from his position Bryan could see that she had a light smattering of freckles splashed over her cheeks and shoulders, just enough to be sexy. She was wearing a very short, very faded denim skirt with a black ribbed tank top. Around her neck she was wearing what appeared to be a spiked dog collar, and on her feet she was wearing shiny black leather boots with a block heel that rose to just below the knee.

?Come on Amy, you know you?ll have fun. You don?t have to play nice with the boys, ok? I want you to go, please?? Said a blonde sitting several stairs up the flight from the redhead. She?s petite, and wears her hair at shoulder length. She?s very blonde, her hair almost the color of corn silk. Her skin is pink and clear. Briefly her deep blue eyes make contact with Bryan?s before she returns them to the redhead. When she laughs at the redhead?s reply, she displays a set of dazzling white teeth. What Bryan takes special note of is her curvaceous body. She has a nice set of tits, he'd guess at least 36c. The pale blue blouse she?s wearing is tight, and accentuates her chest, which bounces, and jiggles pleasantly as she moves back and forth. Her khaki skirt is longer than her redheaded friends, but Bryan does a double take when he catches what he thinks is a glimpse of the top of a tan nylon stocking rather than the usual pantyhose as the blonde crosses her sexy legs.

Sitting next to the blonde are the two other girls. A petite brunette slightly smaller than the blonde, but with a possibly bigger set of tits. body. She has a cute round face surrounded by dark brown hair, that feathers back and falls to her shoulders, she?s wearing a pair of oversized glasses on her face. And despite the fact she?s wearing a white turtleneck, and it?s not all that cold , Bryan thinks he can see her nipples poking at the white fabric. Her jeans look as though they are part of her body they're so tight.

"Yeah Amy, come on. If you do, I?ll make it worth your while. " she says, giggling.

?Lynn, you are such a little nympho.? The redhead replies shaking her head, and cracking a smile.

?Who haven?t you slept with?? says the last girl. She?s dark-haired with a boyish figure, her bare legs bare with black leather high-tops on her feet. Her hair is very short on the sides with a mop of wavy locks on top. She's wearing a olive colored tank top and beat-up camouflage shorts cut off high on her legs.

?You are so mean, Sherah!? The petite brunette named Lynn answers.

?But truthful.? Sherah says as she pats Lynn on the knee.

Scott leans over towards Bryan. ?I think we should start right here. Let?s introduce ourselves, and follow my lead.? Standing, Scott waited for Bryan, and the two of them walked over to the stairs, and towards the girls.