Victoria holds out... for now, at least.

Zoe began to breathe more heavily. Victoria watched her breasts rising and falling, wondering how she could have gone so long without noticing how beautiful they were.

"They'd look better naked."

"Touch them. Fondle them. Lick them."

"She wants you to. Almost as much as you want to."

Zoe leaned closer, licking her lips. "Vicki, I... I need to go." Blushing furiously, she shoved the statue into Victoria's hands and scurried to the door, leaving the freshman alone on the bed. "I'm sorry," she said. "We'll talk later, okay?" A moment later she was gone.

Victoria stared at the door for a moment. Zoe had almost kissed her, she was sure of it... as she imagined how the scenario migh have played out if only the RA had stayed, Vicki's hand began to slide up and down her thigh, inching ever closer to her pussy. They'd both wanted that kiss... but Zoe wasn't a lesbian. She wasn't the sort to hide it if she was -- Victoria had seen the RA wearing a "straight but not narrow" t-shirt. The freshman turned to the statue. "What are you?" she asked. The Idol wasn't in a talkative mood, though -- the voices in her head were quiet, for the moment. If the young co-ed wanted answers she'd have to look elsewhere.