He waits in the lobby.

I’ll wait if that’s okay.” Scott said as he glanced at his friend, who discreetly flashed a grin of approval. He saw Lynn flash a very similar grin to Ellen less than a second later.

“That‘s fine. It’ll only take me a minute to change, and I’ll be right down. We’ll see you there, okay? Save us a place! ’ The blonde said as she climbed to the top of the stairs and turned to back at Lynn. She and Scott waved their goodbyes, and turned to walk down the sidewalk into town. Lynn replied that they’d hold a table for the both of them as well as Amy and Sherah, if they could. Although both Ellen and Lynn though it was unlikely it that the moody punk girl would show up. Turning back towards Ellen, Bryan was rewarded with another view of her tan, thigh high stocking tops.

She frowned slightly as he stood staring at her. It was such a sexy picture Bryan thought to himself. “You coming?” Ellen said as she spun on her heels and walked to the door. Her pumps clicked on the cold marble as she walked. Her hips swayed provocatively as she walked into the residence hall. Bryan bounded up the stair to catch up with her, just as she was pulling the heavy polished brass door open.

“I didn’t mean to make you wait.” Bryan coughed, catching his breath. “It’s just that you looked so beautiful standing there. Like something out of an old movie, ya know? He hoped he hadn’t said something stupid, but what he’d said was completely true.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, and then turned her body to face him as he followed her through the doorway and into the lobby of Tyson Hall. She was smiling a humble smile. She fluttered her long lashes at him, casting her blue eyes down at the floor and then, looking him in the eye.

“That was very nice of you to say. You’re very sweet.” Ellen gushed. “You look very nice tonight, I think blue suits you. It brings out the color in your eyes.” Bryan added. Quickly, she crushed her lips against his cheek, kissing him, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, silky blonde hair brushed over his face, tickling his nose, and filling his nostrils with the scent of fresh lilacs. And then just as quickly, she released him and ran down the hall towards the elevator. “Wait there in the lobby for me! I’ll be back as quick as I can. I promise!” She ran awkwardly to the open elevator door and stepped in, as the doors closed right behind her.

Bryan walked the five or so paces over to a small room across from the front desk. An attractive Hispanic girl with her dark hair up in a pony tail peered at him over a pair of black, plastic framed cat's eye style glasses as he walked into the large alcove. Two leather couches with large wooden tables at each end, as well as several overstuffed chair were situated near the walls. The central feature of the room was the large fireplace framed by a granite mantle, with an equally large mirror just above it. A blazing fire crackled in the fire place. In a corner a newer model television hung from a bracket on the ceiling.

As he sat down on one of the couches, a bookish looking girl with her carmel colored hair pinned in a bun behind her head and wearing a plain pink blouse and long grey skirt walked past him, clutching a plain, black hard covered book to her chest. “Bye Abby!” Called two other girls sitting on the couch as she left. The two of them sat on one of the couches talking with each other. As he sat on the couch opposite from the one the coeds were sitting on, one of them got up to leave. As covertly as possible, Bryan looked the two women over. Standing, and speaking softly, a girl with dirty blonde hair cut short in a manner that framed her oval face looked down at a medium built, trim brunette with her long legs crossed at the knee. He also took note that both of the young women were holding bibles.

The blonde was dressed simply with a navy blue, long sleeve sweater from with the collar of a white blouse protruded. Her jeans looked new, and still a rich blue color. Her ears were pierced, and she wore small studs decorated with a green colored gemstone. The sitting girl looked quite solemn, but still attractive. Her hair was of shoulder length, and dark brown and were her large, expressive eyes, which were framed by her long, dark lashes. She was wearing a striped sweater with large bands of repeating grey and black stripes. The sweater was a v-neck, and Bryan noticed the delicate gold chain from which a small, gold cross hung just below her throat. Her black skirt ended at her knees, and he could see that see was wearing suntanned colored nylons. Her shoes were sensible black flats.

Mary Beth's rich, brown hair was very straight, and parted in the middle of her head. As she looked at Bryan she smiled a friendly smile, and asked his name. He told her, and she gave him hers, and then informed him that she was a sophomore, and liked Widley generally, but some of the girls at the school need to find God, and act like proper women. Bryan thought about politely ending the conversation, but he knew Ellen would be back soon, and he wasn’t planning on trying to pick up Mary Beth, which probably would have been impossible anyway. Even if he did go out with her, he was sure she’d be a major cockblocker, and about as much fun as a bag of rocks.

“Do you go here?” Mary Beth asked. Her legs shimmered in the light. They were long and sexy, and she kept crossing and recrossing them as they talked. Bryan wondered if he were to reposition himself if he might be glance up her skirt. He might, but, he probably get caught.

“No, I’m visiting. In town for the parties, before school starts.” Bryan replied.

“Are you waiting for someone?” she asked as she absently slid a hand over her skirt and up to her knee, and ran three of her finger over it in small circles.

“Ellen, I just met her.” Bryan realized he didn’t know Ellen’s last name. “She lives here in Tyson.”

“I see.” Mary Beth sniffed her voice tinged with disapproval. “Is she a blonde, I think she lives up on third floor. If it’s the girl I’m thinking of, she’s roommates with Amy. I can’t remember Amy’s last name, but Ellen's is Clark.” Mary’s hand moved just above her knee, pulling her skirt back with her hand, as she ran her fingertips over her nylon covered knee, and across her lap. When she saw that Bryan was watching, she smoothed her skirt back into place over her knees, and folded her arms over her chest. Her sweater fit tightly. She had a nice set of round pert breasts, not too big, about 34c, Bryan guessed

Bryan nodded. “That’s her. She seems very nice, but we’ve just met. Are you a friend of her’s?”