Meet Amelia

It takes you several minutes to find your way back to the Wyvern dorm but once you do it is not long before you see Amelia waving you down from the commons area. You approach and take a few moments to look her over in more detail, since you did not really get the chance to do so in class. She's only an inch or two shorter than you are but she has long, slender, wiry looking limbs that give her a runner's build. Though that build also means her chest is a bit smaller than most of the other girls you have taken an interest in so far, her breasts looking to be no more than high A cups or low B cups at the most.

You can tell these details much more easily than you normally would have because she is currently dressed in a rumpled, thin looking red t-shirt and light blue spandex shorts. Noticing your roaming gaze, Amelia smirks, a twinkle in her sharp blue eyes as she says, "I got gym class next. Figured I'd get ready early."

You are pretty sure she momentarily posed for you to take the sight of her in but she soon returns to a more neutral stance as she turns around (giving you a nice view of her tight, firm ass) and starts walking, indicating for you to follow her. You do so and soon the two of you head down one of the hallways to the third room on the right, Amelia opening the door and stepping inside before indicating for you to enter.

You look around to see if anyone is watching but the few other students around at the moment either do not see what is happening or do not seem to care. It is a co-ed dorm, after all, so maybe a guy walking into a woman's room is not that unusual to people. Once inside, Amelia sits down on the edge of her bed, waiting for you to close the door before speaking.

"So," she says, "You're probably wondering what's up, since we just met and all that."

You nod and reply, "A little."

"Well, you've made one hell of a splash with your first two classes. And I was wondering how you were holding up. Gotta be a lot of pressure."

You nod again and a nervous grin quirks on your lips as you say, "A little."

Amelia giggles. "I noticed from how stiff you're standing," she says, "Y'know, you're free to sit down wherever you want."

You nod and sit down on the bed's edge as well, though you make sure to put a foot of space between the two of you so she does not get the wrong idea (though at the moment you are not sure what "the idea" is at all). Watching your movements closely, Amelia puts her hands on her knees before continuing. "You see," she says, "I've always had this... ability. A kinda intuition where I just kinda KNOW something major is gonna happen to a person in the near future. I'm not sure if it's some kinda magic power thing or if I've just got really good gut feelings but... my hunches about that kinda stuff have always turned out right."

Amelia looks over at you again and, seeing the concern growing on your face, raises her hands frantically. "It's not ALWAYS something bad," she blurts out, "Just... big. And it's usually kinda tense at the very least."

She pauses for a moment before adding, "Though... when it IS something bad it's usually REALLY bad...."

You bite your lower lip nervously before asking, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Well... I guess I'm telling you because... I wanna help? You're in a tough spot already and my gut is telling me you're probably a pretty good person so, at the very least, I want you to know I'll help however you need it. Even if it turns out you just need someone to complain to or some petty shit like that now and again, I'll do it... if you'll let me."

You look Amelia over again, her expression so filled with earnestness and concern you cannot help but feel she's on the level. It seems far too blunt to be a trick to gain your trust like the Professors warned you about and... she is kind of hot in her own way.

"It is nice to know, if what you're saying is true, that I have someone on my side," you say, "So... I guess I have a new friend?"

The tension in Amelia's body seems to instantly drain away as she lets out a deep breath. "Thanks for believing me," she says.

"Well, no offense," you say, "but something about you seems a bit too... forward to really make something up like that as a lie."

Amelia suddenly grins and replies, "Forward, huh?"

The next thing you know, she's fully crawled up onto the bed, resting her hands on your knees as she leans in towards you on all fours, looking you dead in the eyes with her bright blue gaze and then catching you totally off guard with her next three words.

"So... wanna fuck?"