All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
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"Do you think my boobs look good in this dress?"
Dani looked away from where she was doing her eyeshadow in the mirror over to where her roommate Isla stood in the threshold.
Dani eyed her roommate up and down with a critical eye. Isla was tall, close to 5'10". Her heels accentuated that height even more, drawing attention to her long bare legs, up to the hem of the black dress above her knees.
The long-sleeve bodycon dress hugged Isla's hourglass curves, and a dipping v-neck plunged to show off plenty of Isla's bountiful cleavage. Her DDs were threatening to pop out at any second.
She had curled her fire-red hair already, a skill Dani had been coaching her on recently, with her curtain bangs sweeping over the edges of her eyes.
Dani had to admit, Isla was dressed to kill. Her usually-reserved roommate was probably vastly more comfortable in some oversized baggy jeans and a sweater, but she was absolutely killing the look.
"Your boobs definitely look phenomenal," Dani responded. "You look amazing."
Isla smiled and blushed, the natural red of her cheeks now bolstering the blush she'd already put on.
"Maybe switch the shoes though," Dani offered. "You're tall as hell already, some cute sneakers might play off better."
Isla contemplated, and dashed back into their room to consider.
Dani turned back to the mirror in their half-bath. Unfortunately, one of the downsides of living in a sorority house was that their showers were down the hall, and the girls' double bedroom only had a half-bath attached with a far-too-small vanity.
As her randomly-assigned roommate, Isla was the first person Dani had met on campus over a year ago at the start of their freshman years. They rushed the same sorority together and had become inseparable, choosing to stay roommates for their sophomore year too.
They played off each other well. Isla was usually shy and reserved, but was super open if you started talking to her first, and as soon as she had any substances in her system at all, the wild side came out. It was a running joke in their sorority that Isla would always be the last one to want to go out, but the few times she did she always had the best time.
Dani was the opposite. Super bubbly and personable, always down to try new things and go out. In day-to-day life, Isla reined her in a little bit and contained the ball of energy. But when it was time to live the college party life, Dani helped Isla blossom.
The tiny blonde put the finishing touches on her eye makeup and took a step back to view the complete look. She had done dark red lipstick and a strong winged eyeliner, with no desire to look anything other than sultry. It was a date, and if she wasn't looking ready to make her date melt, she wasn't doing her job.
In contrast to Isla's dress, Dani wore a dark red leather corset and a short black skirt with her iconic black platform Doc Martens adding a little bit of height to her minuscule frame. Isla was the tall curvy one, Dani was a foot shorter and three cup sizes smaller. But they made a perfect pair.
"Should I put my hair up or leave it down?" Dani called out.
"Let me see," Isla responded, coming back in with her shoe change complete. "I say up."
Dani waffled, but quickly pulled her blonde hair back into a tight ponytail, grateful that she'd gotten her naturally-brown roots touched up just before and they weren't showing.
"Okay, are we ready?" Isla asked.
"Hell yeah," Dani responded confidently, taking a few photos of the two of them in the mirror.
"Do you have your phone and wallet?" Isla checked. "And fake?"
Dani rifled through her wallet to confirm that the 23-year-old version of her was in there.
"Yep. Alright, shot time and then let's go."
"Tyler's waiting already," Isla pleaded. Her boyfriend was a punctual person and didn't love to be kept waiting.
"He's fine, he can deal," Dani responded as she poured tequila into two shot glasses. "Get your ass over here."
Isla sighed but moved to her roommate's side. "I hate tequila," she bemoaned, but took it like a champ as they both knocked their shots back.
"K, now we're ready," Dani declared with a smile. She was excited.
This was going to be a fun night.
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The girls met Tyler, Isla's boyfriend of over a year, outside in his car. Tyler was a senior and a frat bro through and through. Mullet, absolutely ripped, a Zyn pouch tucked into his upper lip already.
Truthfully he was far more Dani's type than Isla's, but the odd couple had been very strong since meeting soon after the start of the girls' freshman year. Dani was glad her roommate had a solid partner who cared for her, even if they didn't really make a ton of sense together on the surface.
Dani, on the other hand, was much less certain of her date. Matt sat next to her in one of their classes, and after sneaking glances and exchanging awkward small talk for weeks, he had eventually worked up the nerve to ask Dani out.
He wasn't really Dani's type: a little short, glasses, pretty plain looking. But she admired his nerve in actually making a move on her. Most guys saw the beautiful sorority girl and chickened out before ever shooting their shot.
So she figured she'd give him a chance. Their first coffee date had been surprisingly decent - he was a pretty sweet and genuine guy - and although she didn't love Isla's suggestion of a double date for only their second date, she was keeping an open mind.
But having to meet the other three at the restaurant because he wanted to stay for a TA's office hours was definitely not a green flag.
The happy trio drove to the Italian restaurant just off campus. Dani sat in the back and watched Tyler stroke his hand on the outside of Isla's thigh the whole drive. It made her just the smallest bit jealous; it had been far too long since she'd been properly fucked, and Matt didn't really seem like the type to take her home on the second date.
But who knows? She was keeping an open mind.
Wading through the crowd of recognizable friends and faces, they grabbed their table, and started chatting while waiting on Matt.
"So what's this guy's vibe?" Tyler asked Dani as he slipped a new Zyn in.
"I don't know, he's nice, he's sweet. He straight-up asked me out so he's got balls. And he's kinda cute, in like a professor-ish way."
"Everything I've heard sounds great," Isla reinforced. "I'm excited to meet him."
Almost on cue, Dani saw Matt walk in, and waved him over to their table. He smiled and slid in to the booth next to Dani.
"Hi, I'm Matt," he announced to the table.
"I'm Tyler, nice to meet you." The senior reached across the table to shake hands, and the disparity between Tyler's tan muscled arm and Matt's paler, scrawnier limb became stark.
