Return to Parisa

"Uh thanks," you say. "But I think I have to get back to Parisa."

Regrettably, you push her off the seat, and slowly get up.

Kim's smile has faded. She looks positively dejected behind you, a frown breaking across her features. The first droplet of a tear has began to form in her eyes as she looks at you.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly say, trying to give her a hug which she quickly pushes away.

"No, no," she says, but a little stiffly. "It's perfectly okay."

She storms off in the opposite direction without another word.

"I'll make it up to you next time!" you call after her retreating figure.

Oh god, you think as you push open the door to your dorm. You just screwed up big time.

Parisa is dressed in a lacy pink babydoll. It covers just enough for modesty, but reveals more than enough for excitement. It accentuates the best parts of her figure, emphasizing her B cups. The fabric pushes her breasts together, giving tantalizing hints if clevage between them. Lacy translucent stitches cascade gently over her midriff, clearly visible under the delicate fabric. The elaborate affair ends just below her hips. Your eyes are drawn immediately to the space between them in the hopes of a glimpse at her pussy, but to your regret they're covered by a triangular patch of dark pink fabric.

Even still, she's devastatingly pretty.

"How was dinner?" Parisa asks.

You answer truthfully. "The food was delicious. Kim tried to seduce me."

"And?"

"And I rejected her," you say firmly.

She sits on her bed looking down at the floor, but a small smile has broken out across her face. The next few words she utter shake you to your core.

"I'm ready," Parisa says. "Make love to me."