Zara

As you approach Zara, the three girls she's sitting with stand up to leave; whether that's a good or bad thing, you don't know. Anyway, as Zara notices you approaching she smiles and gestures to the seat opposite her. You put down your tray and sit with her.

"Hey! How's the first day treated you?" she asks cheerfully.

"Not bad," you chuckle. "I think I'm going to like it here."

Zara laughs along with you. "Yeah, most people do - though of course, you're a bit different to most people here."

"I don't know, you seem like quite the stand-out from where I'm sitting." You pointedly flick your eyes down to her perky breasts, then back to her face with a wink.

"Ooh, flattery," grins the Arabian girl. "He does know what he's doing."

"Maybe just a little," you smile playfully.

You stare into each other's eyes for several seconds, maintaining eye contact as you try to figure each other out.

"I've got an idea for you," says Zara eventually, leaning back.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." The corners of her moist lips tug upwards. "I think you'd do an amazing job as one of the subjects in my project this year."

"Project?" You raise an eyebrow.

"In third year we have to do a project of some kind, investigate a question ourselves to find our own answer," Zara explains. "I've decided to go for a research project, one of the more... physical kind. I think you'd make an ideal primary subject, Felix."

You click your tongue a couple of times, amused. "O-ho. Can I ask what kind of... research, this might involve?"

"No, you may not," smirks the Qatari, getting up to leave. As she does so, she leans over the table - which surely can't be an accident - causing her beautiful tits to wave in your face. Then she straightens up, and begins to leave. "I'll see you on Friday night, to... brief you on the subject," she finishes, before walking off, hips swaying.

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You sit there blinking a couple of times, rather bamboozled as you try to process that, no, this isn't a daydream, this is really happening.

Eventually you decide it's pointless to keep sitting there on your own. Seeing your roommates still haven't left, you grab your food and wonder over to them.

"Hey Felix!" waves Hazel enthusiastically as you make your way over to their table. "Where've you been?"

You quickly summarise your inspection of the lodge, not mentioning your conversation with Zara for now.

"Mmm, I like the sound of the hot tub," smiles Emma, running her hands down her fit body. "That sounds like a nice evening... but it's a bit late now. Tomorrow, maybe?"

You stay quiet as the others nod their approval. You're really quite torn: Zara's 'research' sounds rather exciting - but on the other hand, an hour in a jacuzzi with these three hotties can only lead to good things...

"So," you say, looking for a change in topic. "Anything happening this weekend? I'm terrible at checking my new phone, so I'm totally out of the loop."

"Well," begins Hazel eagerly, "we were just talking about that before you turned up. We're just gonna do our own thing on Saturday, but this Sunday afternoon there's a cosplay gathering."

"And... you're all going?"

"Yup!" the brunette cheerfully replies. "It's sci-fi and fantasy themed, so there should be some pretty sexy outfits there. We've got a few ideas of our own... you coming?" She leans in for a stage whisper. "It's not on the programme, but everyone knows it's gonna turn into a huge orgy..."

"How do we get the outfits?" you stall.

"There's an art and craft store we can get stuff from to make our own props and things, but the tailors say they'll also be able to help make some costumes," explains Emma. "If you're gonna come, though, you can't tell us who you're coming as, and you definitely can't show us. We want it to be a surprise."

"Alright," you say. When you think about it, there are lots of fictional characters these girls could make very erotic cosplays of. "I'll go." Emma exhales with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, the other two girls also grinning.

"We're going to make our costumes this weekend," Naomi informs you. "I've reserved Saturday morning, Hazel's Saturday afternoon, and Emma's in the evening, so I guess that leaves you Sunday morning."

"Does that leave us enough time?" wonders Emma.

"I asked Zara, and she said not to worry, the tailors are miracle workers," Hazel assures her. "I'm gonna trust her on that - there're lots of things I want to try out here, so I'm gonna be preeeetty busy."

You nod, continuing to tuck into your dinner.

"Well, I'm full, so I'll head back to our lodge now," announces Emma, standing up. "You girls coming with?"

Naomi expresses an affirmative, and Hazel does the same. As they leave, you eye their round bums appreciatively.