"Do you like me?"

"She asked if I liked her. I was sort of freaked out because I thought she was pretty straightlaced, and she'd taken me into Ms. Thompson's private office, opened up a bottle of her hidden vodka, taken pop out of her fridge, and acted like it was no big deal. I don't do that sort of thing, or at least I didn't back then.

When I said I was nervous, and I thought we should go, she laughed, and said it was okay. Her smile is so bright, it kinda makes you melt a bit. Anyway, she said that she and Ms. Thompson were friends, and we wouldn't get in trouble. "

You run your lips over Ellen's finger, and briefly take it into your mouth, sucking it clean. Seconds after you suck her shiny, pink clit between your lips and run your tongue rapidly back and forth over the nub. Ellen cries out, and begins once again to fondle herself, her breathing short and frantic. She lifts her left hand to the halter of her dress, and pulls it down exposing her pert, round breasts and begins massaging them gently. Her pink nipples are proud and erect, and soon Ellen pinches her left nipple between her fingers, losing herself in your tongue lashing of her pussy.

You reach up behind her and undo her dress, and she pushes the top down to her waist. Leaning over, you embrace her, and plant your lips on hers, kissing her deeply. Your lips and chin are covered in Ellen's thick juices and soon your tongues wrestle each other in her mouth. Knowing that she is tasting herself on your lips makes you as hard as you can be. Breaking the kiss, you lower your mouth to Ellen's succulant nipple, and take it into your mouth, sucking hard, and gently biting it.

"Play with your pussy, make yourself come, and tell me the rest of the story."

Ellen gasps, but complies, furiously frigging herself with her fingers.

  "I told her I thought she was cool, and that I was glad we'd got to know each other better that night. <Mmmmmm, yeah!>  Then we talked about school for awhile, people we knew, I told her all the dirt on the girls in the cheerleading squad, and then we began to talk about boys, and she asked if I had a serious steady, when I said no, she seemed to perk up a bit. <Lick me. Lick my pussy>  We'd both had a couple of pretty strong drinks by then, and I didn't pay too much attention to the fact that she'd taken off both her shoes and then mine, and that we were sitting right next to each other on the sofa."

"I mean she was pressed against me. When I finished my drink she started playing with the hem of my dress, pushing it up my thigh. I laughed it was sort of a game, and one time I pulled it up myself and flashed my panties at her. She laughed, and pulled up her sweater, but she was wearing a bra underneath. <Yeah, baby. suck on my clit. Bring your hand up and play with my nipples. Oh yesss!> Then I asked her about boys, and all the while she played with the hem of my dress. <I'm going to come soon> Eventually she told my she didn't really want to become involved with boys at that stage of her life, and she thought she might be more interested in girls."

Lifting your lips from Ellen's breast, you say one word. "And?"