"Sure"

“Sure,” you say as noncommittedly as possible as you follow her over.

“Hey Jessica!” Marcy calls. The girl around which the whole procession seems to move looks over towards you and Marcy and gives a big, if somewhat plastic smile. She’s taller than average, maybe 5’8, with long brown hair ironed straight, well groomed eyebrows, straightened and whitened teeth and perfect looking skin. She dressed in a tank top and daisy dukes.

“Whose this?” Jessica asks, adjusting a glass bottle of strawberry flavored vodka under her arm.

“This is John, he’s my friend’s big brother.” Marcy beams.

“Nice to meet you.” You state, shaking Jessica’s really soft hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” She says, giving you a cheeky smile.

“So Jessica, I was thinking,” Marcy begins, sounding surprisingly demure, “could I maybe invite John as my plus one tonight?”

“Oh sure.” Jessica laughs and Marcy laughs sympathetically.

“Cool.” You add, setting your basket down.

“Are you 21 John? You look it.” Jessica asks, her eyes narrowing at you.

“Yeah.” You reply.

“Then you wouldn’t mind maybe bringing something to drink with you?” Jessica asks, “Just to help out, you know?”

“Sure I can do that.” You say, quite happy to bring maybe a bottle from home.

“Oh perfect, can you buy this for me?” She asks, shoving the strawberry vodka into your hands.

“Uh, sure?” You say. Jessica crosses her arms under her chest, proffering up her fat tits under her shirt in a way that can only be described as eye-catching. You put the bottle in your basket.

“Thank you so much! Oh and Marcy?” Jessica says. “You can text John when we’re ready to kick things off tonight, right?”

“Of course!” Marcy replies.

“Perfect.” Jessica answered, “See you later John.”

“See you tonight.” You say to both Jessica and Marcy, taking the hint to leave. You finish paying for your groceries and leave the store, walking back to your dorm with a bag on each arm. As you approach, you see a commotion at the door in front of your stairs.

“This can’t be happening!” The girl groans, grabbing the handle of the door with one hand, shaking it fiercely. She’s wearing what looks to be a thin cotton sundress that comes barely down to her midthigh. A laundry basket rests at her feet. Her blonde hair and bangs framing her cute face as she makes the angriest face she can at the door. It is not moved by the display of aggression. She tries pulling on the handle, but her willowy body does not make it budge. “Ugh!“ She cries out, stomping her feet. She catches you approaching out of the corner of her eyes and she spins around on the spot. Her green eyes dig into you.

“Hi.” You say nonchalantly, still carrying your groceries.

“Hey.” She mutters, her face a flustered pink. “Did you see―” She says, trailing off.

“I didn’t see a thing.” You state, walking past her to the stairs and starting to climb.

“Hey!” She calls, when you are halfway up the stairs.

“Hum?” You answer, looking back down at her.

“C― Could I use your phone to call my roommate? I kinda just locked myself out.” She asks, tapping her fingers together.

“Sure, let me put these down first.” You state, setting down your groceries at the foot of your door. You hear the slapping sound of flip flops coming up the stairs behind you as you rustle through your pocket for your keys. You open the door, and look back at the girl. Her face is crimson red now, her eyes locked on one of the grocery bags. You follow her gaze to your brand new box of condoms sitting neatly on the top of the grocery load.

“Oh.” You say, picking up the bag and breaking the spell. “Come in.”

“Ok.” She squeaks, following you inside your dorm. You walk into the kitchen and set the bags on the table. You dust off your hands and turn to the girl. She’s standing there like a plank of wood in the middle of your living room, her laundry basket pushing up her breasts in a way that screams she isn’t wearing a bra. You take your phone out and palm it out to her. She jitters, goes to grab it while putting the laundry basket under one arm, and spills her clean laundry everywhere. Your phone cartwheels down onto a pair of plain panties.

“Oh wow.” You gasp, floor a mess.

“No!” She yelps, sinking down to the floor defeated. She puts her face in her hands and sits there, whimpering.

“So, uh,” you start, “you still need to make that call right?” You reach down and pick up your phone while trying not the touch the panties too much.

“Yes.” She groans into her hands. “It’s been a long day, ok?”

“I hear you,” you state as you pass her your phone and escape back to the kitchen to put away your groceries and pour yourself an afternoon drink.

“Hey Sabrina.” You hear her say from the other room. “Yeah, Bea here.” She sighs. “Yeah I know it's a different number. Hey look, I kinda locked myself out just now. When are you―” She sighs again. “Yeah I know that it was dumb of me, I know. When are you going to be coming home tonight?” She sighs again, even deeper, in reply. “Ok, well then can I just come borrow the keys from you real quick, so I can let myself in, is that ok?” A long pause. “Cool, thanks.” You walk back into the living room with a hard drink for yourself, pregaming for the party tonight you’d say, and see that laundry is still strewn everywhere.

“So?” You ask.

“I’m gonna go get her keys.” She says. “Thanks for letting me use your phone.” She adds, handing it back to you.

“What did you say your name was?” You ask, stepping around her laundry and sitting on the couch.

“Beatrice, but most people call me Bea.” She says, starting to gather up her laundry from the carpet.

“Well I have to say you do make a helluva introduction Bea.” You chuckle. “I’m John.”

“I don’t try to, John.” She chuckles dryly. She reaches for a shirt on the floor, and you swear her tits nearly fall out of her dress. You can’t help but watch her petite chest jiggle under the thin fabric.

“So what year are you?” You ask.

“I’m a freshman.” She replies.

“Really?” You ask, sitting up, “I thought freshmen were all on campus.”

“Yeah me too.” She huffs. “But it seems like they couldn’t fit us all so me and a couple others got put out here instead.”

“Huh.” You declare. “Well it was nice meeting you.” You add, her laundry gathered back up in her basket.

“Yeah you too.” She says, standing back up. You walk her to the door. “And thanks for letting me use your phone again.” She adds.

“No problem.” You smile back at her. She turns as if to go and then turns back to you.

“Do you want my number?” She asks. “In case you get locked out of your room or something.” She quickly adds, face turning pink again.

“Sure.” You reply, and get Bea’s number.

“Bye.” She says, blushing.

“Bye.” You reply, and she takes off with her laundry in hand.

With that fiasco over, you pull out your laptop, pour yourself a glass of something strong, and get to work on your accumulated homework for the afternoon. As you walk over to the couch to recline, you spy something peeking out from under it. You put your things down and have to get down on the floor to grab it, it's so far back there on the floor. You feel something soft, satin maybe, and pull it out. You study the odd looking piece of black fabric that you pull out. It is strappy and dainty, with a flower motif on it. Panties perhaps? But are panties supposed to have a big hole in the middle where―

“Oh.” You say, realizing what you’re looking at.