Amy's diary.

Opening the small notebook, it was quite apparent it was a diary. Amy's first few entries of the fall semester dealt almost exclusively with Ellen. You feel pangs of guilt as you read, but feel compelled to read. You decide that you?ll read the first page, and then return the diary to its former spot. Jumping out from the two pages are Amy?s sketches. Female legs, torsos with firm ripe breasts, close up views of female genitalia. Along with silly, whimsical cartoons in the margins. After glancing at these you begin to read the entries. Ellen's roomate writes in a flowing sometimes illegeible script.

Friday, August 23, 2005

I?m lusting after my new roommate Ellen, and she?s so naïve she hardly knows her ass from a hole in the ground. She?s only been here two weeks. She told me her mother recommended Widley. Her mother's an alum, I guess. I wonder if Ellen knows its practically lesbian central. I feel like I could get thrown in jail for lusting after the stupid girl. I think she might know to some degree or another that my interest in her is more than as a roommate. I?ve been showing her all the ins and outs of the place and where all the cool crowd hangs out, but I think sometimes I?m coming on a little too strong. She is very sexy. A girly girl. Think of all the possibilities. It's lesbian heaven. I wonder if she thinks I?m hot. If she thinks about me that way at all.

Saturday, August 24, 2005

I am so hot for her. Sherah is a bit put out by my infatuation, but not enough to end our regular get together. She doesn?t understand what I see in her. She's not my type. A preppy cheerleader type with lots of school spirit, and all that crap. She doesn?t seem to mind undressing in the same room while I?m here, and I thought that yesterday as we were getting ready for bed that I saw her checking me out. I'm pretty sure she was particularly interested in my red pubes.

She?s a good girl. I wonder if she?s had any experience with another girl at all. I?m obsessing. I need to get laid. I need Sherah?s tongue in my pussy. I want to deflower her. Corrupt her. Be her first. Fuck her so she'll never forget. And do her over again, and again, and again. Until she cries out my name, and begs for me . Begs to lick my pussy, and have her pussy licked. I?m I wrong? I?m not going to **** her. I?ve already have seen Cathy and her little bitch Jane eyeing Ellen. They can barely keep the drool from running down their chins. She has no clue.

Sunday, August 25, 2005

I?ve begun sketching her. Nude of course. I?ve several in my sketchpad. I think the first one might be the best. I drew the two of us together. We?re naked, and I?m pleasuring her orally. In it I tried to capture what I thought she might look like at orgasm. Maybe before the year is over I?ll get to experience it for real. I?m going to Sherah?s tonight. The vibrator only gives temporary relief. I feel like I?m going to explode into a million pieces when I get off.

You pause at the end of the page and consider whether to read some more, in spite of your earlier vow to read only the first two pages.