Ethan stepped out of the elevator and looked down the hallway. He knew he had the right floor, but now he had to remember which room she lived in. Was it 419 or 491?
He started down the hallway to his right, checking the numbers on the doors as he went. The first door was 408. The next door, across the hall, was 409. Ethan continued down the hall, pretty sure Pam had said it was 419.
He rounded the corner and found 419, but he still wasn't sure he had the right place. He cleared his throat and knocked anyway. He heard a woman's faint voice from inside, but didn't hear what she said.
A moment later, the door a small crack and a young lady, wearing a robe and a towel wrapped in a turban on her head, looked out at Ethan.
"Yeah?" she said, eyeing him cautiously.
"Is Donna here?" Ethan asked.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Ethan."
She looked confused for a moment.
"Pam's brother," he continued.
Her eyes quickly lit up with recognition.
"Oh. Ok," she said. She opened the door and let him in. "Donna. Someone here to see you."
Ethan stepped inside and looked around the corner. Donna came toward him from around the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but silky panties and a short, cutoff t-shirt, her long, dark hair hanging down to her shoulders and over her eyes. As she walked, her breasts jiggled under the snug t-shirt. The sexy panties accented her slender waist and the sensuous curve of her hips. Her eyes lit up and she smiled.
"Ethan," she cried, and ran into his arms.
Ethan wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.
"You look fantastic," he whispered in her ear.
He put his hands on her waist. Her skin was smoother than velvet.
"I missed you," she said.
"You did?"
"Yes. Too much." Donna looked at her roommate, standing behind him. "Ethan, this is Sue."
"Hi," he said. He held out his hand.
"How do you do?" Sue said, and shook his hand.
Donna grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the sofa.
"Come on. Sit down and talk to me."
"You don't have to be anywhere, do you?" Ethan said.
"No. I don't have any classes on Wednesdays."
He sat on the sofa and Donna sat on his lap. His hand dropped to her thigh and her hand dropped to his chest. She lowered her face to his and her hair draped over his head, hiding them under a dark tent of fine silk. She kissed him.