Vision of Loveliness

John knocked on Betty's door. By chance, Betty hadn't been assigned a roommate, so she was occupying a double room by herself, where she occasionally hosted overnight visits by female friends and relatives of her dorm-mates.

The petite blonde opened the door a crack. "What do you want?" Betty asked.

"Uh, is Alicia ready?" asked John. "We're going out to dinner."

"Lucky you," said Betty. "No wonder you're dressed up." She turned away from the door. "Alicia, are you decent?"

"That's a good question," came the voice. "I've got my clothes on, if that what you mean."

Betty opened the door wider. John got his first look at the new Alicia and lost his breath for a moment.

It was just as he'd wished. It was as if he was looking at Angelina Jolie, dressed almost as she'd been on the "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" poster, in a long black evening gown and matching heels -- although this gown wasn't slit quite so high up her thigh, and there was no gun visible. She was looking in the mirror on Betty's wall applying plum-colored lipstick, and finally she turned toward John and puckered her enlarged lips. John, however, was entranced by the copious cleavage, thanks to the dress pushing her creamy globes together and upward, creating an effect that was difficult to resist.

Alicia picked a small black purse up off the otherwise empty extra desk, dropped the lipstick in, and said with a smile, "Are you ready to go?"

John felt the first stirrings of an erection in his pants. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to make it all the way through dinner sitting with this vision straight out of his fantasies. The thought crossed his mind of wishing to have sex with Alicia ASAP.