Why don’t I move in with you?

Looking around the room, you suddenly hit on a great idea.

“You know, I can’t help but notice that you seem to have a room to yourself,” you say. “You don’t have a roommate?”

As you sit up, Cassie moves her hand from your ass to your chest, playfully flicking at your nipples. “Nope. Daddy thought the best way to keep me on the straight and narrow would be if I had a room to myself. That way I wouldn’t be tempted by having a roommate who might want to bring a guy over, or who would be talking about any hot action she had on a date, and so forth.”

You look down at her gorgeous face, admiring the glow that your rousing fuck session has brought to her cheeks. “I understand his thinking, but being by yourself can really be counterproductive. What would work best is if were right here for whenever the urge hits you.”

“You mean move in here with me?” Cassie asks. The look in her eyes is a fantastic combination of surprise and unrestrained lust. She grinds her crotch against yours and gives one of your nipples a pinch. “Will the university even allow that? And what would my dad say when the charge for this room suddenly gets changed from a single occupancy to a double? Trust me... You don’t want him showing up here to investigate, only to find you sleeping in my bed.”

Your brain quickly processes this new development. The last point she raises seems to be the least of your concerns, since you can’t imagine doing a lot of sleeping in this bed — particularly if Nympho Cassie is anywhere near. Nevertheless, her concerns are valid ones.