"It was late April on a Friday."

You kiss her again, trailing your tongue up her slender neck, back to her ear lobe, once more biting it gently.

She moans lowly in response, and her hands slide under your shirt, and across your back. Slipping your hand from the top of her thigh, you slide it between her legs, grazing the silky black material of her panties. Her legs are closed, and you trace your fingers over her stocking tops. “Not yet.” She whispers. You obey, and hope that Ellen will soon be overcome by desire. Once more you say “Tell me.” Perhaps Ellen recounting the story of how she walked in on her redheaded roommate, Amy masturbating will add to Ellen’s arousal and her willingness to give you access to her pussy.

Slowly and deliberately Ellen starts to speak, her eyes half closed as you kiss her neck and shoulders, and she runs her hands over your back, and through your hair.

“Okay, It was late April on a Friday morning. I had an 8 o’ clock class on Friday, and so did Amy.”

You glance at the clock on Amy’s dresser, and see that it’s been about 10 minutes since she left.  You hope she takes long showers. 

“Anyway, she normally had another class right after that at 9. Only that day her class must have been cancelled, and she came back to the dorm. She must have been horny, because when I opened the door, she was lying naked on the bed.”

You drop your other hand from behind Ellen’s head, where it had been stroking her silky blonde hair, and down to her shoulder, slowly massaging it. Gently your fingers work over her tender soft flesh. Her head eases onto your shoulder, and her golden hair flips into your face, tickling your nose. Her legs open slightly, just enough for you to slip a hand between them. You hold back however, instead dropping your hand from Ellen’s shoulder, to her ample breast, you rest it there feeling her hard, erect nipple beneath your palm. You caress her breast, and then roll her hard nipple between your thumb and forefinger. The material of the dress is thin, and Ellen's bra must be as well, you think to yourself.

“Was she using the dildo?” You ask.

“Yes. She was sooo wet, and I could smell her pussy.” Ellen answers her breathing a bit faster than just moments before. Looking into your eyes, she smiles, and opens her legs some more, wide enough your hands to roam wherever they like. Your hand moves to Ellen’s mound, and you can feel that the silky fabric of her panties is soaked with her juices. With each stroke of your fingers over the thin fabric covering her wet pussy Ellen bucks her hips ever so slightly. Your fingers are damp, and slippery.

“What happened after you walked in on her?”