Ellen objects to Amy's self invitation.

“What do you mean ,we? I mean, come on Amy he just got here. I’d like to have him to myself just for tonight maybe. Then we can introduce him to all the girls tomorrow,” Ellen shifts back a little, and away from you, pulling her sweatshirt down over her flat stomach. You scoot into a more upright position , with your back against the wall, enjoying your location between Ellen, and her attractive, redheaded roommate. Grabbing a throw pillow from beside Ellen, you place it on your lap, in order to cover your monstrous erection. As you do, Ellen’s eyes make it clear she know exactly why you grabbed the throw pillow. She smirks, and looks back to Amy.

“I don’t know Elle. I just thought with all the talking you’ve done about the boy here that you wanted me to help show him around, give him another point of view about the place. But it can wait until tomorrow. I’m sure you two have plenty of ideas,“ Amy got up off Ellen’s bed, and flopped down on hers. A few seconds later she rolls over on her side, facing you and Ellen.

Amy’s hair is a vibrant red. It’s wavy, and spills down from her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her eyes are bright and green, almost unnaturally green. She’s fair ,like many redheads and her cheeks are liberally sprinkled with freckles. She’s dressed casually, in a olive colored blouse with a repeating barbed wire design screen printed over it. The blouse has a plunging neckline, and glimpsing at her ample cleavage, very little is left to the imagination. It quite possible she’s not wearing a bra. She, like Ellen is wearing faded denim jeans, but Amy’s are snug, and form fitting, hugging her hips, and plastered to her very shapely ass. As she waits for Ellen to respond, she flips off her sandals, and they fall to the floor, at the foot of her bed.

“No, I do want us to see the sights. I know Scott’s going to love you as much as I do. I just want a little alone time, ’kay?” Ellen pleads, as she looks earnestly into the eyes of her roommate.

“Sure, Elle. That’s fine. But I’m not sure if I’ll be at Sherah’s tonight or not. She might have something going on, and I might have to sleep here tonight. I hope that doesn’t spoil any plans, “ the redhead reaches down and picks up a piece of paper from beside her bed. On it is a female figure and a few lines in a spiky hand. Amy quickly adds that she’d be coming back very late, if she didn’t stay in Sherah’s dorm room.

Silence hung in the air at this news, and it was obvious to you, and probably Amy that Ellen did have something planned for that night. But knowing Ellen as you do, she certainly wouldn’t say what it might be, especially if it was anything the least bit private, and potentially embarrassing.

Ellen sighs softly, but her face brightens with a smile, and she nods. “That’s fine Ames. I’m not going to freak about it.”

“’Kay, hun. I’m glad,” Amy says, as she pulls a blanket over her body, except for her feet, which remain uncovered. Her nails manicured and polished in a deep, rose colored lacquer that’s almost black.

As Ellen shifts back to your side, and lays her head on your shoulder, she takes one of your hands in hers, and when a faint electronic chime chirps from her laptop, sitting on her desk she stiffens, and then rises from the bed to retrive it.

“I bet it’s mail from you know who.” Amy says without moving.