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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?"
