At Pittman Hall.

Several hours later, after a quick meal , showering and shaving the guys jump into Scott?s old Pontiac and drive north up the interstate the short distance to Widley College. Bantering and joking back and forth with each other the two cruising roommates discuss their chances of successfully bedding a Widley girl, and conclude that they both will as they?re both irresistible, and the women as evidenced by the flyer are obviously nymphomaniacs starved for male companionship. Exiting the two lane black top, they drive less than five miles into town, passing field of corn, and soy beans, and rustic looking farmhouses and massive weathered barns on their way. As the car climbs over a small hill, they spot the sign the girls were standing next to in the photo.

Very quickly they find the bar called The Lagoon where things are suppose to kick off, and then park several blocks away, next to a hardware store with large, old fashioned windows. Checking his watch Bryan notes that they?re a half hour early and asks if Scott wants to check out the nearby campus. When he agrees, they decide that they?ll head back to the bar in an hour or so, around ten or ten-thirty. The streets are filled with people, most of them female, and happily most of them quite attractive. As they walk up the sidewalk towards the campus, coeds pass them dressed in everything from jeans, sweatshirts and tennis shoes to little skimpy dresses with nylons and spike heels. Several times along the way Scott gives Bryan a knowing look as they pass a particularly beautiful girl. Some of them smile enticingly and say hello as they pass. Two of them wink. Scott tells Bryan he?s sure the both of them will get laid if all the girls are like those they passed. Bryan begins to think that he really might get lucky.

After several blocks, and passing some 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. It?s large, and rather ominous looking. Red brick and granite with large columns on either side of the large glass doors at the top of a wide flight of stairs. A large bronze plaque near the entrance reads Pittman Hall.

Standing at the foot of concrete staircase are several girls, deep in conversation. All four of the girls wear dresses, and from what he?s been able to overhear, Bryan thinks they might be organizers of the event. Scott sits on a nearby bench, and signals causally to Bryan. Quietly, the two of them discuss a plan of action for the evening as they eye the girls standing nearby.. After a few moments Bryan and Scott eavesdrop as the four girls talk to each other.

?I don?t know how you guys convinced me to wear this. Sherah would die laughing if she saw this, ? a girl with green eyes and long, wavy red hair says.

She?s pale, with a light smattering of freckles splashed over her cheeks and shoulders. Bryan couldn?t see anything wrong with what she was wearing. Her dress was jade green and fell to just above her knees. At her throat, she was wearing a silver necklace that looked like a strand of barbed wire. The dress clung to her, accentuating her figure, and her ample breasts. The dress was very low cut , and offered a nice view of her cleavage. He wondered if she was wearing a bra. She was wearing a silky pair of black nylons and three inch pumps that matched the dark green color of her dress.

?You?ll have a good time tonight, I promise.? a petite girl with very blonde hair replied.

?I haven?t dressed like this since my prom. I hated that. You?re lucky I?m so hot for you, Elle.? The redhead answered in a semi sarcastic tone.

?Well, thank you. I just thought it would be kinda fun for all of us girls to dress up, you know? I appreciate your sacrifice, Amy.?

The redhead snorted in reply, a smile on her face.

The blonde pulled a brush from her purse, and pulled it through her shoulder length blond hair before returning it to her bag. Reaching back inside she pulled out lipstick and applied it to her lips. The dress she wore was black and tight like the redhead?s, it also put her cleavage on display. It was the prototypical ?little black dress?. Her legs were encased in black, shimmering nylon. On her ankle he noticed a gold ankle bracelet with a small flower of some kind attached to the chain. The black mary jane style pumps she was wearing on her feet were sexy in a naughty sort of way.

On the other side of the redhead stood a tall, slim blonde, her hair is flipped back from her face, and falls back over her shoulders. Her face is long, but not unattractive face, with light blue eyes, a long narrow nose, and a healthy pink complexion. Her dress is a bright electric blue and strapless. Her legs are bare, and she? playing with one of her white, high heeled pumps. Spinning it on the concrete with the end of her toe.

?You know either way you?ll be making your ?O? face tonight. So quit complaining.? The tall blonde said as she glanced over at Scott and gave him a smile.

?We got some boys looking us over.? she said in a whisperer, though not quiet enough for Bryan not to hear.

?It would be kinda fun to hook up with a nice hard bodied stud tonight? said the fourth girl, who stood in front of the redhead. She was also unsuccessful at whispering. Bryan?s eyes roam over the petite brunette's body. She?s about 5'5" or so, and that?s in heels. She has a cute round face surrounded by dark brown hair, that feathers back and falls to her shoulders, her eyes are piercing green behind a pair of oversized glasses. But what really catches Bryan?s eye is that she has a huge set of breasts for such a petite girl.

They?re nicely showcased in her fire engine red sequined , sleeveless cocktail dress. Like the blonde in the black dress and the redhead, she?s wearing nylon stockings or pantyhose. Tan in color, their sheer silkyness accentuates her lean, athletic legs. Her feet rest in black leather sandals with a two inch wedge style heel. Bryan could see through the sheer, transparent fabric that her nails were painted bright red.

?Shelly, you and Lynn are about as subtle as a trainwreck," The redhead complained.

?Sorry.? said the blonde sheepishly.

The brunette giggled.

?Like you?re any better Lynn,? the blonde in the black dress and white nylons chided. After a few moments, Scott and Bryan realize the four girls are checking them out, and pressing their lips to each others ears to share their assessments of them. A few moment later, they walk over to the bench, stopping a few feet away from the bench. Quickly, Scott breaks the ice.