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"...Yes?"
That's all she said when she opened the door.
"I'm here for...um, where's Katie?" Ty managed. As Liz paused, leaning casually against the door frame, Ty could feel her hot blue eyes looking him up and down. Liz always looked at you like she was seeing you for the first time, even though she knew Ty well by now.
"Not here," she said finally.
"Really? She said she was."
"Nope. Left an hour ago." Liz turned away and waltzed back into the small dorm room. Ty tried to resist the urge to stare at her ass framed by tight, low-rise jeans as she went.
"That's weird. She texted me to come over. Said she'd help me study for Bio," Ty said. Liz had gone back to her bed, where her arsenal of make-up stuff was spread out like a surgeon's operating table.
"Don't know what to tell you, Ty," Liz said while putting rouge on. "Try back later, I guess."
"Right. Okay. Yeah, sure."
Liz moved on to lipstick. Now, Ty wasn't even trying not to look as she glided a shiny red shade over her luscious pink lips. She stared intensely at her lightly-freckled face in her pocket mirror while she reached for the mascara.
"...You're still standing in the doorway."
"Oh. Uh, yeah," Ty stammered. "Well, good to see you, Liz."
"Sure," was all she replied. Ty pulled his eyes away and turned to go. He got about two feet and turned back.
"Actually. I should at least get the book," Ty said, poking his head back in. She shrugged.
"Knock yourself out."
Ty uneasily stepped in and started to search Katie's side of the room. It shouldn't be hard, he thought. Katie's side was neat, well-organized. Liz's side was...not. If you didn't know the room was shared, you'd think it was inhabited by some kind of schizophrenic madman. One wall bare except for a calendar, one wall covered with posters, photos, clippings. Half the floor clear and walkable, the other half littered with an explosion of clothing, magazines, even beer cans. Ty's girlfriend Katie had truly gotten the shaft on roommate assignments.
"I'll just be a second. I'm sure it's around here somewhere."
"Take your time."
As Ty checked Katie's desk, he heard the door click shut. He turned and saw Liz locking it. She started unbuttoning her jeans.
"What?" She said, noticing Ty's shocked eyes on her. "I've going out. I've gotta change." She pulled down her zipper.
"You, uh...you can't just wait till I'm gone? Seriously. I'll be two seconds."
"Hey. This is my room. It's bad enough that you and Katie hang out in here so much. If you're going to start invading my space when she's not even around, then I'm not going to just drop what I'm doing because the great Ty Conner is present." Before Ty could open his mouth to object, Liz pulled her jeans down in one smooth motion. The denim peeled away from her long, muscled legs. Liz was on the swim team. Her legs were both a masterpiece of engineering and an opus work of art. Ty immediately turned his head, as if blinded by the light of God. Liz chuckled. There was something a little sinister in it, Ty thought.
"What? What's funny?"
"Your antiquated sense of chivalry," Liz said. "It's sort of cute. Silly and archaic, but cute."
Alarms were ringing in Ty's head. This was not a good situation. Imagine if Katie were to walk in right now and see them. The best thing to do, he thought, is just get the stupid book and get of here as fast as possible. And whatever you do, Ty, don't look at her.
So he looked under Katie's bed, and in her closet, and anywhere he could think of, all the while keeping his head turned in the opposite direction of the undressing Liz. But then, in a break that was either very lucky or very unlucky (Ty couldn't decide), he found himself facing Katie's full-length mirror, which just so happened to prominently display Liz, standing there in her tank-top and lacy, sky blue panties. He tried to look at the mirror but not look like he was looking at the mirror as she pulled the tank top over her head. Now Ty had a very generous view of almost everything Liz's body had to offer, and blood was rushing to places he wished it wouldn't.
Now, Katie was a beautiful girl. She really was. And her physical beauty was only accentuated by the depth of her warmth, compassion, and generosity. If there is a Creator, it surely took it's time on every aspect of Katie Hartwell's being. With Liz, on the other hand, it spent all it's time on architecture and skimped on the interior. She was a Greek sculpture. Everything was exactly where it was supposed to be, and there was just the right amount of it. Her boobs weren't as big as Katie's, but they were perfectly round and pert. Ty tried not to, but every time he saw Liz, he couldn't stop his mind from wondering what that body looked like bare. Being so painfully close to knowing, now, was making his heart race and his cock throb.
Liz shook out her shortish, dirty blonde hair, that framed a pretty face that always had an edge of mischief about it. Ty was trying not to stare at her bright, blue eyes when one of them winked. Right into the mirror.
"Enjoying the show?"
Ty immediately turned his face away from the mirror.
"I..." But he knew it was useless to deny it. She had caught him. "...Look. I just came for a biology book, Liz."
"How about a biology lesson, instead?" The cool, silky confidence of her voice made his blood stop cold and his hard cock twitch. "...Just kidding, Ty. Relax." She walked over toward him. He was still trying to stare at the ground, the ceiling -- anywhere but her gorgeous tits, straining to burst out of her blue bra. "Ty, I think we got off on the wrong...You can look at me, Ty. I'm talking to you." He reluctantly met her gaze. He was inches away from her barely-clad body now, and his whole being ached with wanting. God, he thought, no one should be allowed to be this sexy. It should be illegal. Where is the legislation on this? "We got off on the wrong foot. There's no reason the two of us can't get along. I know Katie and I have our differences, but that doesn't mean you and I should be enemies. You know?" She put a friendly, reassuring hand on his shoulder. He knew he should move it away. He didn't. "Wow," she murmured, squeezing his shoulder and smiling. "Big guns, there. You've been working out, haven't you, Ty?"
"...Yeah. A little." She moved her hand down his chest and stomach, feeling his muscles through his t-shirt. As her eyes traveled down, he prayed she wouldn't notice the bulge in his jeans. If she did, she didn't call him out. She turned and walked back to her closet.
"In fact," she said while going through her dresses, "You should use me. I'm a vital resource."
"...How's that?"
"I'm a girl, and I live with Katie. I know her pretty well. I could help you out with any...problems, you might be having." She bent over to pick up a shoe from the bottom of her closet. The blue panties were in fact almost a thong. The view of her ass was unbearable. Ty could feel himself starting to sweat.
"Problems?"
"Well, not to be nosy, Ty." She was slipping into a pair of heels. "But I haven't seen the hair tie on our door in a long time. You know." She gave him a haughty glare and a twisted little smirk. Whatever her plan was, she was enjoying this.
"Oh. We're uh...fine. In that department."
"Just fine?" She walked over to him, slowly, in her black heels.
"Things have been a little slow. But that happens, we've been together awhile." Why did I even tell her that, Ty thought.
"Poor guy. I can tell you're...frustrated." Her face was dangerously close to his now. He could feel her breath.
"You...you can?"
"Well. It's sort of obvious." She glanced down, at the imprint of Ty's cock against the denim of his jeans. She ran one, light finger across it. "Very obvious." One finger become two, and then her palm was rubbing his hard-on. Ty's brain was screaming to stop her, but he couldn't move a muscle. All he could do is let out a soft, whispered moan.
"Stop!" He shouted suddenly. Liz was taken aback by the outburst. "I won't do this to Katie."
