Meg Can't Help Herself

Laying in her bed, Meg's hands roam all over her body, her breasts, her hips, her pussy, the stirrings of another orgasm driving her onward. The warm glow in the pit of her stomach spreads throughout her body. Suddenly, there's a knock on her dorm room door. Meg grabs at her robe wrapping it quickly around her as she walks to the door, "Who is it?" she asks.

"It's Will, from down the hall. Got a minute? I have a question about the history test tomorrow."

Meg opens the door. "Hi Will. Come on in." Will is a tall, thin, shy young man. Always polite. Ever the gentleman and somewhat awkward around women. As she steps back the amulet bumps against her skin sending a spark through her and settling between her legs. She's never looked at Will before as anything but a friend and a dorm mate. But, tonight, she sees something entirely different. The heated sensation in her crotch makes her wonder what he would be like in bed. Indicating that he should sit on her bed, she sits next to him. "So what's your question, Will?"

He turns to look at Meg, and is about to speak when he notices her robe is open, revealing a smallish breast with a prominent nipple and the amulet. He is obviously staring and mumbles, "I ...uh...forgot."

"Well, let me help you remember." Meg takes Will's hand and places it inside her robe.

Still staring and obviously tongue tied, all Will can say is "Beautiful."