"Come on, Rita!" Sandy was banging on the girl's door. "You never come out to play with us!"
"I've got to study for this exam, guys," came a light voice from the other side. "I'll play next week."
Sandy wasn't having it. "That's what you said last game night. And the one before."
Aubrey strolled up the hall, with some clothes on for once--nearly sheer pink yoga pants under a tight t-shirt. Tom chuckled, thinking of her usual antics. That girl just couldn't pass up an excuse to be nude. She had come out, naked and dripping, to spend half an hour air drying in the common area after her shower every day since he became RA at the dorm.
"Forget it, Sandy," she said, leaning on the wall. "I haven't been able to pull her nose out of a book once in the time we've been roommates. Don't think I haven't tried."
Sandy stuck out her lower lip and pouted adorably. "Rita, I want all of us be together when we have our game nights! It's important to me. And besides, we miss you when you work so hard. Everyone needs to take breaks, you know. They're good for you."
Tom stopped by the little gathering outside the door. "How's it going, girls?" he asked.
Sandy's eyes lit up and she grabbed his hands, squeezing her breasts together a little. Her t-shirt's collar was torn out, leaving it wide open around her shoulders and generous cleavage. Her nipple rings poked out against the thin, loose fabric, and bounced underneath it with her excitement.
"You can convince her, I bet," she exclaimed.
"What? Why me?"
"We all think you're the best RA ever, Tom," she said with a big smile. "I'm sure she'll come to game night if you ask her. Please?"
"Alright, alright, of course!" He turned to the door and knocked. "Rita?"
There was some shuffling inside. Then the door creaked open and Rita peered out, mousey brown hair disheveled and frizzy. She had big glasses that always fell down to the end of her nose, and a baggy loose knit sweater over a pair of cut-off jean shorts. "Oh, hi Tom," she squeaked.
"Hi there!" He leaned on the doorframe, bringing his face closer to hers. "How's the studying going?"
"It's, ah..." She blushed bright red and looked down at her bare feet. "It's alright."
"Rita?" Tom touched her lightly under the chin, lifting it up a little. "I know you've got this. You've been hitting the books in here for hours every day." He took one of her hands and held it. "It would mean so much to all the girls if you joined us for game night. I'd really like to see you have some fun, too."
She gazed up at him, eyes wide through her glasses. "Okay, Tom," she said. Her lips twitched, curling into a wistful little smile. "I'll come play."
"That's great, Rita," he said, smiling back. He agreed with the other girls, it would do her a world of good to open up a bit and relax with her friends for one evening. "Let's head over to the rec room."
She nodded demurely and came out into the hall. She had cute little bare legs under all that sweater, he noticed. He heard Aubrey whispering to Sandy, "Oh my god, he did it..." as he passed. He let one hand rest on Rita's lower back as they walked. The others followed them out.
They found the rest of the residents already in the common area. The girls in there had pulled the couches back to make plenty of floor space. Rachel and Misty, in an airy sundress and a short pleated skirt, were setting out some bowls of chips and drinks.
Nina and Lana were on their hands and knees, unrolling a twister board. They had on their characteristic athletic wear, tight shorts and tank tops. It was Lana's firm ass he saw wiggling up at him, the edge of her shorts lying high across the curves of her perky bottom cheeks, bent over as she was. Her tiny white shorts were stretched so thin her puffy pussy lips made a detailed imprint in the gauzy material.
He licked his lips.
"I don't think we're all gonna fit on that twister board," said Aubrey, looking at the plastic sheet doubtfully.
Nina looked up at her and pulled another cardboard box out from behind the sofa. "We're going to stick a couple of them together."
"Oh, good idea."
Just then Lydia came in from the kitchen bearing a tray of sliced fruit. Tom's mouth went a little dry. She was wearing a silky black dress with thin straps tied behind her neck, barely covering her lovely round tits and leaving her slender back exposed down nearly to the top of her ass crack. The fabric ended a bare inch or two below her cheeks and clung to her curves tightly. She had her fishnet stockings on underneath; their lacy tops just reached the hem of the dress. With her high heels she looked like a waitress at an upscale strip club.
"Wow Lydia," called Lana, grinning at her. "Looking hot, bitch."
Lydia blushed under her dark eye shadow and cracked a sultry smile, her lips painted shiny black. "Just for you," she said, before glancing over at Tom. "And maybe you, a little," she smirked.
"You look amazing, Lydia," he said earnestly. He looked around. "You all do! I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now, just hanging out with such lovely young ladies."
The girls shuffled their feet and smiled at the praise. He noticed Rita gazing at him with a dreamy expression. "Maybe we're the lucky ones," she sighed.
He gave her his best smile and squeezed her shoulder, once he found it through the bulk of her sweater. "I think we all are," he said. Her mouth hung slack for a second, before she absent-mindedly touched her arm where his hand had been.
"Okay, we got it spread out pretty good," said Nina, holding down a plastic corner.
Aubrey was fiddling with one of the spinners. Misty came over and knelt with a couple of text books to hold down some up-curling spots. Her pleated skirt flared around her legs as she walked, and rose quite high in the back when she reached over, revealing delicious rounded thighs nearly up to the curve of her buttocks. He wondered idly what she had underneath... skimpy little panties? Nothing? He knew she kept smooth down there from personal experience, and got distracted for a moment, remembering her shaving her pussy in front of him in the shower.
"Tom, a little help?" urged Sandy, bumping into him with her pillowy tits. He felt cold metal nipple rings through her thin t-shirt, pressing into his arm.
"Of course," he said, taking one side of a cooler full of ice. By the time they got it set up by the chips and transferred some cans in there, the other girls were mostly sitting on sofas, or cross-legged on the floor by the twister boards.
"Who's idea was it to play this, anyway?" asked Lana, leaning back on the edge of a couch, bare knees propped up near the tits stretching out her tank top.
"It was in the suggestion box," Nina reminded her.
"Hmm..." She looked around, eyes narrowing.
Lydia in her sexy black dress took the lead, standing by Aubrey with the second spinner. "Okay ladies. And Tom." She winked at him. "We're spinning both of these, one for each board. You can try to reach either one, with the correct body part."
"I can't believe you're playing in that outfit, Lydia," said Rachel, grinning at her, as she queued up some music on the TV on the wall.
"Well, not these," she said, stepping out of her heels. She kicked the shoes off to the side and stretched her toes under the fishnets. "Okay, let's get started."
"Right hand yellow," said Aubrey, and Lydia called "Left foot green!"
They put the spinners next to the plastic sheets and then everyone crowded in, trying to reach colored circles. It was a little tight, even with two boards, Tom had to admit.
"Ugh," grunted Aubrey, her pink ass bobbing not too far from his face, stretching her thin tights to near transparency. He could make out the soft mounds of her labia through it, and her puckered little asshole where her cheeks spread apart under the slick material. "Too... tight..."
"You can do it," encouraged Nina, trying to pep talk her from the other side of the board.
Aubrey gave a final stretch and landed it, almost knocking Rachel into Sandy and Lydia.
"Oof," the petite girl said. Tom watched her struggling to remain balanced, her pert bottom pointed up at the ceiling as she held onto a dot. Her black dress clung to the tops of her thighs, with a clearance of several inches above her stockings now, but miraculously not pulling up past her round cheeks. Her breasts swayed in the flimsy triangles atop the dress, dangling nearly free. She reached out a hand to spin again. "Left hand blue!"
"Right hand red," called Misty, as Aubrey was too entangled for the spinner job at the moment. Everyone shifted around, trying to make one spot or the other.
The girls' outfits were having an effect on Tom. His cock was stirring in his pants. But he tried to keep it under control. After all it was Rita directly underneath him--sweet, studious, innocent Rita. In actually quite small cut-off jean shorts, that showed a little slice of her curvy cheeks through a wispy curtain of short white fibers, now that she was bent over and he was looking closely. He redirected his eyes up toward the ceiling, willing his erection away. He had to reach carefully down around her, to tap that red circle just past her foot. He looked back at the board.
Lydia was straining to reach her circle as well, arm stretching toward a blue spot. Her little black dress was being pulled past the breaking point, cresting over the uncovered globes of her rosy bottom. Tom's eyes were drawn toward that quivering sight as the dress inched more than half-way up her ass; he was squinting into the dark space between for any sign of string or lace or ribbon, and not finding it. His hand flailed for a second in the air where he had expected the board to be. He glanced over, as he lost his balance and fell.
Right onto Rita.
