She gets in the first word.

"Not real talkative are you?" the sexy redhead says as she walks over to her dresser, and begins to rummage through the folded clothing inside. Amy is about your height with copper colored red hair that falls just below her shoulders. Her eyes are green and her skin fair. Her cheeks and nose are lightly smattered with small freckles. She has a curvacious body with generous, full breasts and shaply hips.

She's dressed in a white peasent style blouse with a plunging neckline, that gives a nice view of her cleavage. Her jeans are faded, with numerious holes, several of which expose the violet colored panties she's wearing. As she searches through her dresser she kicks off her wooden soled sandals, and looks back over her shoulder at you.

"You talk at all, or are you the strong, silent type?"

"How do you like rooming with Ellen?"

She chuckles and turning her back to you, pulls off her blouse, drops it to the floor and pulls a red t-shirt from the drawer. Her bra is sheer, white and plain. She speaks as she slips the shirt over her head. Its tight fitting, and hugs her body.

"Got herself in a mess since she decided to join the college sex object squad, didn't she? That is what she looked so upset about isn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah, she got herself in a jam, and now she feels kind of trapped."

"I've seen the pictures you know. Ellen doesn't know. Most be quite a shock to find out your clean cut girlfriend is the football team's sex toy. I tried to warn not to join, but she wouldn't listen." She shuts the dresser drawer and sits down on her bed facing you.

"What are you going to do now?" Amy asks.

"I don't know."

"I know what I'd do." Amy replies with a slight smirk on her lips. The door opens, and Ellen steps inside and looks back and forth between you and her roomate.

"What?" you ask Amy as Ellen sits beside you on her bed.