Chapter 2

A week after her office tryst with Dean Langdon, Susie Brock decided to seduce one of her roommates. This girl was a 20 year old junior named Amelia More from South Carolina. She had a rather earthy and sensual complexion. Susie guessed that she had both Caucasian and Afro-American ancestors. In fact, there was even a slight hint of Creek Indian.

Susie had thoughts of possibly engaging in a threesome with Amelia and the Dean. After all, her personal preference for an exclusive relationship was not at stake, since she was not Dr. Langdon's girlfriend. She also wondered if Amelia was dating someone. If so, she didn't mind an orgy with someone else's boyfriend. That was the other woman's relationship and her business. She had to be somewhat flexible, as she wasn't in love with a guy right then.

Naturally, that didn't mean going behind anyone's back. She couldn't help Amelia cheat on her boyfriend. That would be despicable. What she would do was get closer to her roommate and find out things about her that could improve her chances of seduction. She would also tease the girl a bit by showing off her body. It wouldn't be too obvious, but enough to attract the woman if she had any interest in her own sex.

Since she had already been friendly to Susie, the Englishwoman knew that she had an opening with Amelia. She just had to seize it by hanging out with the Southerner. She might even suggest they study together, since they shared one class: Psychology 101. She wanted an excuse to spend time with her roommate when she was off-guard.

As it happened that Monday night, Ms. More had broken off plans for a date and was very bored. Susie walked into the dorm room and saw her opportunity. The girl was not crying, but she was looking for something to do with her time. She was also planning to order some pizza for food, as she wasn't eating out.

"Hey, Amy, what gives? You look like you suddenly don't know what to do. Did you have to cancel a date or something?" she probed.

"Exactly. I found out that the asshole considered me 'Plan B'. He was only going to date me if he couldn't win his girlfriend back. Why the hell did he agree to a date, if he didn't plan to carry it out? What a damn bastard! I actually liked him!" she exclaimed angrily.

"You like me, too, but I haven't gotten any time with you. Until tonight, that is. Mind if I chip in on the pizza and we have a little dorm room slumber party? I know I'm not a cute guy, but I won't play sick games with you. What do you think? Just us girls?" Susie suggested.

"Damn, that sounds like an idea! Not as much fun as a date with a hunk, but at least there will be no lies. You have to admit that most dates are lying matches," Amy snorted.

"Very true, so we should have a lot better time eating pizza and swapping stories. Do you like sausage on your pie?" she winked. "On my pie and in my pie, too, if you get my drift! I'll go for sausage, if you'll agree to black olives and bell peppers. I feel like we'll get along this semester. We can talk about guys and stuff," she answered.

"Indeed. We can discuss a LOT of things, love. For instance, have you ever thought about girls? You know, in a physical sense?" Susie inquired.

"A few times, but nothing happened. There was a Latin girl, a Cuban exile, in my freshman class. She sort of turned down my advances when I approached her. Got incensed at the very idea. Said that I was sick and perverted, that she was a good Catholic girl, and never wanted to speak to me again. She got her wish. She still avoids me when we pass each other. I guess that she thinks I'm gay. I got scared and never made a move on a woman again," Amy told her after ordering the pizza.

"Well, you're clearly NOT gay. So, what made you suggest anything to her?" she asked.

"She was just THAT sultry! I still regret that I lost my nerve and never tried again. I've only dated men since then. Not that I have too many complaints. I love to ride a man. However, I would like to try it with a girl for a change," she explained.

"Then would it be too forward for me to proposition you? There would only be one catch," Susie urged her.

"What's that? I never took you for a bi girl. Was this all about getting me into the sack?" Amy demanded.

"Well, yes. But is that REALLY so bad?" the Englishwoman questioned her.

"No, but what's your catch?" she asked, nearly out of her mind with curiosity.

"You have to take control. I like to submit. Would that interest you?" she clarified.

"Hmm... I've got to admit that I tend to be the bossy type. I can't help that. I know that a lot of guys aren't into that, so I can't blame them for rejecting me. I just prefer more honesty. You're sneaky, but you haven't exactly lied to me. Would you be willing to eat some pizza off of me? I happen to enjoy food play and have been curious about using something other than dessert for it," Amy proposed.

"You mean directly off your skin? Sounds delicious! What part of your anatomy?" Susie wondered.

"All over me, of course. I wax my entire body, in case you're worried about THAT. I'll return the favor too. I would just like to try tasting some food from a woman's body and having her taste it off me. Plus, pizza is less cliché than chocolate and strawberries. I think that we can be fuck buddies if you go along with this. Just imagine someone to screw you between boyfriends or girlfriends, for that matter," she encouraged her new British friend.