Are you insane? Yes, of course!

“Yeah, sure.” You try to be causal but your voice cracks just enough that Sandra gives you a pleased little smile noticing your nervousness.

“Rae should be the anxious one.” The brown eyed beauty playfully mocks. “Good night . . . Dungeon Master.” Sandra turns away as you watch that shapely ample ass sway back and forth as it leaves your apartment to meet up with Brian waiting outside, who will give the party's cleric, and her roommate Vivian, a ride back to their dorm.

“Fucking hey.” You stammer when your door closes leaving you alone.

You've had a crush on the buxom Ms. Morelli the minute you first saw her, but between Vivian's demand of not hitting on her roommate, and not wanting to come off as some blue-balled skirt-chaser, like David or Saul, you kept your feelings in check, until now.

There is no doubt Sandra was flirting with you, but why? Does she simply like you? Does she want to hook up? Was she just having fun because you're “safe?” Was she trying to encourage you to go easy on Rae? Is she secretly into some sort of ERP? Though you have had your share of girlfriends and sex in your life, you could be completely misreading this busty bombshell with that confusing, but oh so sexy, combination of traditional femininity and playfulness.

“I need a cold shower.” You mutter and head off to the bathroom.

After a washing you flop down in bed with your laptop and try to get some work done for your CFD (Computational Fluid Dynamics) class. Your thoughts, however, begin to wander back to the game, and soon you open up a PDF of the “City State of the Mad Overlord” module, rationalizing that you should prepare for tomorrow's session. As you read over the “Crime & Punishment” tables lewd images of the half-naked voluptuous Sandra being put stripped, bound and **** to endure every single **** listed in the book has your cock soon taken by the hand. You jack-off for a few minutes until that little bit of decency still active in your brain causes you to ruin the climax. It's one thing to stroke yourself off to pornstars, but fantasizing about a friend being tortured and ravished?

Pulling up your underpants and tossing your laptop to the side you try to think of the least sexy person to focus on. Grabbing your phone, you send Brian a text: “You & Viv free on wed night to play? Want to wrap up solo stuff.”

Brian responds that he is still at Vivian's dorm room and that he will check with his girlfriend who is with Sandra.

“Pfft.” You shake your head and mutter to yourself. “That's not helping.”

It takes a while for Brian to get back to you. He tells you that Wednesday is good and apologizes for the delay. When you ask if everything is okay, the party's paladin explains that Vivian and Sandra are working on a photo shoot for their page and they needed him to fix one of the lamps that got broken.

Your mind races. You know Vivian is into photography, but does this mean Sandra is modeling for her? Brian said “their” page, what type of page is this? Your curiosity, along with your manhood, once again begins to rise.