West Wing’s RA

The helpful Aussie student was right about the amount of signage that would assist in leading the way for you.

West Wing was situated in a block of campus accomodation buildings. Not all of the on campus accomodation was in this area but there had to have at least been four major buildings.

It was a Sunday Afternoon and classes didn’t start until the following Monday so it wasn’t as busy as you first thought. Orientation Week began tomorrow, something everyone here referred to as ‘O-Week’. With a bit of research, you worked out that it was virtually just an excuse to get drunk and meet new people that you would be sharing classes with for the next semester and beyond.

Not everyone lived on campus here but those who did, were recommended to attend this O-Week, giving them a chance to adapt to what would be a different lifestyle than living at home.

You arrive at West Wing, entering the building to see a large living room space with couches, a television and a fireplace. It had a real ‘homey’ feel to it as you check out the two people lounging on the couches.

There’s a guy with dark hair, his head back, eyes fluttering. He was falling asleep, listening to something playing through his headphones. On the couch opposite to him is a girl in dark blue jeans and a white tube top. You notice the size of her breasts almost instantly, they look incredibly large underneath her tank top.

Suddenly you feel excited to be here, thinking about all the potential female opportunities here. Some girls more than others may need a lot of time and work to be put into, you imagine this busty blonde would have plenty of offers on a daily basis so she was one to work for.

She had her laptop out. You both make eye contact as she looks up from her screen. It’s a moment where you’re both sussing the other out. You believe you see a smile on the girl’s face but you’re brought back to earth by another attractive girl who is headed your way.

“Hi!” she said as the dark haired girl stopped in front of you, “One of the newbies?”

“Yes that’s correct, I’m Nathan. Nathan Reynold.”

She nodded right away, flashing a big smile with her bright white teeth, “So you’re the American!? Amazing! Glad we’ve actually got some sort of diversity for a change, I’m Tayla Delaway, West Wing RA, I’ll be your point of contact for everything here, any issues, I’m your girl!”

“Wow that’s awesome, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you reply with an equally happy matching smile.

You’re this happy because your RA is a total babe.

Tayla stands in front of you wearing tight black leggings that stick to her beautiful thighs. She has a retro Van Halen t-shirt that stops just at the line of her belly button. The dark brown hair she posses is pulled back in a simple but effective ponytail.

Her looks are extraordinary, I wanted to know if this girl was a part-time model because she could easily pull it off. Either that or some what of an athlete, I could tell she had a toned stomach and her legs were to kill for.

What were the rules on fucking RA’s? I hope there isn’t any.

“Happy to introduce you to some people but I’m sure you want to check out your room first?”

Tayla +10