Spend some quality time together

Christine's kiss is deep and delicious, but she is obviously inexperienced. Her lips press too firmly, and her tongue wiggles instead of sliding and caressing. She's going to need some help, and it's exciting to think that you'll be the one to give it to her.

After enjoying the kiss for a moment, you pull slowly away and look down into her eyes, which are still closed for a moment while she catches her breath. "That was my first real kiss," she whispers. "Did I do it okay?"

"It was good," you say. "I can help you make it better, if you'll let me."

She glances around the room. "People are looking at us," she says. "It makes me all self-conscious. I feel like my sisters are watching to see if we hook up."

"Let's not disappoint them," you suggest. "There must be someplace we can go to be alone for a moment."

She hesitates. "I'm not sure I'm ready yet," she says.

"I'm not asking you to do anything but spend a moment alone with me. What we do in that moment is up to you. If you like, we can just kiss some more."

"Don't kid me. You want to get laid."

"Granted," you admit. "But there's something I want even more. It's for you to know that there are decent guys out there who won't push you into something you're not ready for. Can I be blunt with you for a second?"

"Um, okay."

"Julie was right. I can get pussy whenever I want, if that's all I want. In fact, I've been enjoying more than I can handle for the past few weeks. I'm horny, sure; what guy wouldn't be in this room? But I actually like the idea of taking is a little slower for a change. So you see, we both have something the other wants. Maybe that's why Julie set us up together."

You consider for a moment what you've just said. The odd thing is that it isn't just words - you've had so much pussy lately that the idea of another quick fuck isn't as appealing as it once was. The idea of doing something special and memorable for this innocent girl isn't as corny as it might have been before. Hanging out with all these women is definitely coloring your attitudes!

Christine seems to see the sincerity in your eyes. "Okay, John," she says. "Let's go."

She finishes her red wine, sets the glass down, and leads you across the room to a set of stairs that wind downwards. At the bottom is a short hallway with several doors.

"Looks like no one's come down here yet," she whispers. "This is where we have the make-out rooms. I've only been down here once, when they gave me freshman tour. I couldn't believe what they had set up. Like, in there is a room with stone walls and chains and stuff." She looks up at you for a moment. "I'm not ready for that, just so you know."

"No problem," you say, thinking that you'll have to try it at some point with another girl.

"But in here is a boudoir, and in here is a hot tub. This one's got a rug and a fireplace. Hmm... I don't remember what's in here. Anyway, I don't care, where do you want to go?"