"Not really"

“Not really” you reply as your fingertips glide up Ellen’s thigh luxuriating in the feel of her nylon clad skin, even as you pull up the edge of her skirt to reveal the dark band of her stocking top. She offers no protest, instead deftly reaching down and pulling off her shoes and tossing them on the floor by her bed.

“I’m not the goody two shoes I used to be” she says smiling seductively, and batting the long dark lashes of her eyelids. Placing her right hand over you left she opens her legs, and guides your hand between them. The silky panties covering her pussy are moist with her arousal, and slowly you run you middle finger up and down her slit, each stroke making the thin material wetter and wetter.

Squeezing her legs together, Ellen throws back her head and moans loudly, before opening her legs wide again. “Why did I wait so long for all this?” she says as her left hand grips the rigid shaft of your cock, and gently squeezes. “You’re so hard” the blonde whispers lifting her hand off of yours, and then with her other unbuckling your belt, and tugging down the zipper. Arching slightly and lifting your butt off her bed, you push your pants off your hips, and down to your knees. Your cock obscenely tents your underwear, a dark stain marking the location of the throbbing head, oozing sticky, clear lubricant.

“I know what you did after the party you know” Ellen says as she stands, dislodging your hand from between her legs. At first you think Ellen’s flipped a switch, and she’s pissed about what happened, and feels you’re trying to take advantage of her again. But your fears are quickly dissipated when she reaches under her dress, and pushes her soaked silk panties down to her ankles and steps out of them, kicking them over by her shoes.

“I wanted you to take me that night, to do more. I didn’t passed out. At least not all the way” she says with a giggle.

Getting down on her knees, and kneeling between your legs, her hands move quickly to the waistband of your shorts. “ I heard you jacking off. It made me so fucking horny, but I didn’t want you to think I was a slut. So I acted like I was passed out. I wanted you to spay you jizz all over me, on my face, on my body, but you missed.”

With a tug on either side Ellen pulls your underwear down to your knees.

“I want to give you everything you dreamed about this weekend. I’m ready for whatever you what to do. This weekend will be the best you ever had. I promise” Ellen says as she takes your cock firmly in one hand, and places her lips on the purple head, engorged and throbbing. The tip of her tongue slips from between her lips, and twirls once, twice and then three times around the sensitive gland. A think strand of precum dangles between her lower lip and your cock as she pulls her face back to look at yours.

“So, after we get re-acquainted for a bit, I thought I’d take you for lunch. Even though you’re getting your desert first.” Before you reply she once more lowers her head, this time taking your cock into her mouth, and slowly working her head back and forth, bobbing up and down the sounds of her sucking filling the small dorm room.