The Direct Approach

Lance smiled as you approached, walking over to you and about to greet you, when you suddenly jump into his arms, twirling a bit and winding up right next to him. Before he can ask you just what the hell you're doing, you silence him with a deep kiss. Your tongue masterfully plays with his, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his throat as he gives in. You break it off after a few seconds, looking up at him and smiling. You giggle a bit when Lance smiles too. "Hey... wow, I could tell you were eager on the phone, but I didn't know you were this eager!"

"That I am..." He said. "And where's the lucky lady?" You ask him.

He releases you, obviously motioning for you to follow him when he opens the door to the dorm. "She's up waiting for us up in the room... just follow me, and I'll take us right there." You follow him, attracting the attention of just about every guy in the dorm, all of them breaking away from their respective activities for just a few moments to look at you. You give them sly smiles, all of them nervously smiling back, wondering just what Lance was doing with you. You continue to trail Lance, having him lead you up a small flight of stairs to the male dorm rooms. You take a few steps to a door that's slightly ajar, and he opens it, ushering you to go first inside.

The typical college male's dorm room has posters of semi-naked women, rock bands, and beer posters (along with one of Bob Marley just because it's ironic in some way). Waiting there is a smoking hot woman, obviously Lance's girlfriend. She wears a tight t-shirt that has "SENIOR" written on the front in large blue text. You can tell under the remainder of the white t-shirt she's wearing a blue bra to match the text of the shirt, which barely contains her large breasts. She wears flip-flops on her feet, and a jeans even tigher than her shirt, showing off her perfect curves. You smile, figuring that this should be fun.

She looks up from the magazine she was reading, tossing it to the side. "Hey! You must be Venus... Lance told me you called just a few minutes ago. My, you're here quick!" She comes over and gives you a friendly hug, which you return. You feel her warmth for a second, that friction against you enough to make you want her.

But you manage to restrain yourself for the moment, replying coyly with, "What can I say? I'm very willing to please."

"Oh, don't worry..." Lance says, leaning up against the door and closing it, locking it with his hand. "I'm sure you'll think of something to please us both..." They look at you expectantly, obviously waiting for you to do something first.