We could get something to drink.

“We could go over to Amberson, and get something to drink at the cafeteria if you want.” she suggests, grabbing a large stand of her dark hair in one hand and rolling it between her thumb and fingers. She looks down at you, a slight smile on her lips and the back at Ellen, standing close beside her.

“Great!” Ellen exclaims, and leads Ayanna over to the sidewalk in front of your car. You try not to show your disappointment at Ayanna’s acceptance of Ellen’s invitation, sit up, open the door of the car and walk over to the coeds. Ellen wraps her arms around you, and plants her succulent lips on yours, kissing you intensely and dulling you disappointment. Ayanna looks at the ground, and you can tell she’s just a bit uncomfortable.

Breaking the kiss, Ellen turns back to her exotic Indian friend and gushes about you to her as the three of you walk down the sidewalk towards the cafeteria. “I think I’ve told you about Scott before. He was the one guy who wasn’t always trying to get in my pants, or cop a feel. He was always a real gentlemen.” Ellen says a she slips her hand into yours, and you can’t help but laugh at Ellen’s praise, she obviously had no idea at all about how you wanted desperately to hold her soft, ripe tits in your hands and squeeze them while she moaned your name, or feel your cock slide into her tight, wet pussy. It was practically all you thought about in high school.

“Oh so you don’t believe in sex outside of marriage then , Scott?” Ayanna asks as she leans forward ever so slightly, and looks at you with her deep brown eyes. Her tone of voice and the mischievous looking expression on her face lead you to believe that she’s playing with you, but having just met her, you can’t be absolutely sure.

“I wouldn’t say that at all, Ellen just wouldn’t let me get away with anything she wasn’t ready for.” Ellen’s hand gave yours a brief squeeze. Thoughts of the party pass through your mind, and of feeling Ellen’s breast in your hand as the two of you kissed one of a handful of serious kisses you shared through high school. That was the only time you'd done something like that with her. It had been after a party, you both had a bit to drink, went back to you car and began kissing, primed by the ****. When you tried to unbutton her blouse, Ellen had pulled back, said no, and that had been the end of the evening.

As you walked with the two coeds down the tree lined sidewalk, scenes around you looked like those you’d find on most small to medium sized college campuses, male and female students sitting in groups on the green grass, talking studying. Others walking past some couples, others in groups. However, it was very evident that there were far more women attending Widley than men. In fact you’d have guessed the ratio was about three to one. Another departure from most other campuses was the number of female couples holding hands, and sometime seen kissing as you walked through the campus. You glance over at Ellen, and Ayanna walking beside her, and then thought of the photo of Ellen standing with her beautiful, redheaded roommate Amy, and wondered now if perhaps Ellen might be gay, and having you come to visit her for the weekend was her way to break the news to you to stop pining for her.

Ayanna and Ellen laugh at your reply, and the Indian coed asks if you’ve met Amy. When you answer in the negative, she smiles and looks over to Ellen. “Oh well, I’m sure she’ll have plenty of stories to tell you about her adventures at Widley. All the girls love, Amy. Most of them anyway, Ellen lucked out getting her as a roommate.”

“I’ll look forward to meeting her” you reply as you reach a large red brick building, and Ellen pulls open one of the glass door. “This is it” she says. After a short walk through the wide, brightly lit halls, the three of you purchase drinks. Water for Ellen and Ayanna, and a Coke for you to help you wake up. Sitting at a round table, you see that the air conditioning has given Ayanna a chill, and her nipples stand at rigid attention beneath her shirt.

The three of you talk about school, parents, music, and television, joking and getting better acquainted, and after a while the conversations turn back towards Widley, and the professors, and then to other students. Taking the last swig from her bottle of water, Ayanna leans over the table towards you. She looks briefly at Ellen, and then back at you.

“So, would you like to hear the absolutely best story that I know about Ellen and Amy?” the exotic girl asks with a provocative smile.