ready for a night out

It was the weekend, and you had a date with your boyfriend. Bradley was a Satyr, tall with dark brown hair and a muscular body. On paper, he was a typical jock. He was studying Sports Studies to become a coach. He lived in on-campus accommodation with a bunch of the football (soccer) players and went to the gym daily. But he was sweet, always getting you little gifts and defending you when his mates teased him for dating a 'cervy girl'.

You were in the room you shared with Marinie. It was plastered in posters of Nathan Fillion in his various roles. The two of you had a bit of a crush on him, and the posters were a combination of your combined collection. Marinie lay on her bed reading a gothic romance novel.

You were trying to get changed. You needed a second opinion on the choice between a tartan mini skirt and short shorts. "So which one?" You asked Marinie, holding them up for comparison.

"I, Don't know." Marinie replied, barely looking up from her book. "Do I look like I have legs. Go with the skirt, easier access."

"I'm not sure I like what you're implying. I am not easy, it's only the first date after we have got back." You reply.

"Bitch, please." Marinie retorted. "You haven't seen him in a month. You're wearing a white tank top and no bra, with those simple but sexy black panties."

"Who am I kidding, of course I am going to put out. I have been desperate for him for weeks." You reply, tossing the short shorts onto the bed and putting the skirt on.

"I know, we share a room." Marinie sighed.