You find Annalise in the Lounge

Upon returning to the hall lounge, you find Annalise lying belly down on one of the couches, her bubble-butt sticking up in the air, a can of beer in her right hand, the TV remote in her left. Some trashy show, the Bachelor in Chyoaland, blares on the widescreen. {if ChristinaPath == 1} You suddenly remember the deal you made with Christina: you were planning on sleeping with Annalise, getting the latina into you, and then dropping her for Christina. This is Christina’s plan for ****, and you’re going to do your best to make it happen. {else} Looking at her and her lovely ass, you can help but think that you’d love to get into her pants{if FuckAnnalise == True} again{endif}.{endif}

You flop onto the couch next to her, grabbing her attention.

“Drinking already?” you ask. “Aren’t you worried that one of the RAs will catch you?”

“Nah,” Annalise says. “Dominic’s visiting his girlfriend, and Tatiana has class right now. We’re chillin’.”

“Wow,” you say, impressed. “You have their schedules down pat.”

“You got to do your homework first if you’re going to party hard,” she laughs.

You like the sparkle in her eye, and all of a sudden, the beer in her hand looks awfully tempting, too.

“You got another beer to spare me?” you ask her.

“Sorry man,” she says. “I only bought the one off Emma. You want a sip though?”

She holds the beer can out to you.

“I prefer drinking my beer a different way,” you say.

You shift over on the couch, until your head’s just about touching hers. She looks at you, clearly interested in where this is going.

“What’s that?” she asks, playing along.

“Straight out of your lips,” you say, lightly placing your fingers over her lips.

“Mmm…” she thinks for a second, watching the contestants on the TV screen prance in their half-naked costumes.

Then, she gives you a smile.

“Fuck, I’m only doing this because I get horny when I’m tipsy,” she says.

She tosses back a mouthful of beer, and then suddenly kisses you. Your lips press against one another, and then you feel her mouth open just slightly. As your tongue licks against hers, you feel the beer flowing into your mouth. Of course, kissing is sloppy business, and some of it dribbles onto your chins, but damn, the taste of cold beer and her lips…

You find your hands roaming across her body, squeezing her hot ass, and you’re about to pull them down when Annalise pulls away, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” she says, shaking the can. It’s empty. “I’m not drunk enough to do this in the hall lounge.”

“Fuck,” you agree. “If only either of us lived down these hallways, giving us a conveniently accessible bed…”

Annalise laughs, rolling off the couch and getting onto her feet. She flicks off the TV and then turns to look at you.

“I’m easy, but I’m not that easy,” she says. She casually tosses the beer can into the recycling. “But who knows, the right place, the right time?”

“How about my room, Sunday noon?” you offer. “I’ll bring the booze, you bring the flooze.”

“Catch you there, stud,” she says with a wink. “I’m ready to try some of that Knight magic.”

{if FuckAnnalise == True} Wow. She really doesn’t remember fucking you, does she? {else} Aw yes. {endif}Looks like you’ve got this one in the bag, as long as you can get the beer before Sunday.

Annalise +10