You'll have to ask Ellen.

“Yeah that sounds cool. I’ll have to see if Ellen has any plans, but I don’t think she does.” You say trying to sound as casual as possible.

Wanda looks at you with her dark eyes, as if studying you. You can smell her perfume, and think you can feel the heat from her body. Her skin looks so silky smooth. You long to touch this girl she’s so beautiful.

“What kinda music do you like?” she asks. You quickly scan her side of the room, and see a Lonestar cd on her desk.

“Country. But I listen to other stuff too.” You fib. Actually you can’t stand country music.

“Really?” Wanda smiles brightly and slides closer to you.

“Do you like to dance?” She says her dark eyes travel over your body, and she subconsciously licks her lips.

“Yeah. Who doesn’t? It’s a great way to meet women. Guys who don’t are really missing out.” You know you’ve scored some points when Wanda throws her head back, laughing loudly.

“So you just got here, then?” She slides next to you, her body almost against yours.

“Yeah.”

“Ellen will have to show you all the watering holes around town. And if she won’t, Amy probably will.” Wanda paused. Looking down at the floor she said, “I hope you don’t think I’m hitting on you. I mean we don’t even know each other.”

Taking a chance you lean in close and “accidentally” place you hand on the brunette’s knee. “No, I don’t. Anyway, Ellen and I are just friends, so you don’t need to worry. Wanda says nothing about your hand.

“You know, Amy’s bi. I think. Has she ever hit on Ellen?” Wanda places her hand over yours. Its soft, and faintly moist.

As you’re about to answer, there’s a sharp knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Wanda says, as she looks at you, her brow furled in concern.