Better than crying.

“God, this is sooooo humiliating” Ellen laughs, smoothing out her dress over her legs. Her eyes cast down at her lap. Her face is bright red, and her eyes teary. She sniffs softly, and stops laughing.

“Look, I’m not gonna tell anybody, ok? And I’ll apologize to Amy.” You say, hoping to smooth things over, and cheer Ellen back up. You should have just left the sex toy on the floor, with Amy’s clothes.

Sitting down on the bed next to the blonde, you examine the rubber phallus and note that it’s still sticky with the bitchy redhead’s juices. Discreetly, you pass it close to your face, and can smell Amy’s musk. Between the thought of Ellen fucking herself with the dildo, and smelling the gorgeous redhead’s pussy still coating it, you feel your cock rigid in your pants, and fight the urge to do something stupid.

“You like that smell?” Ellen saw you. Her deep blue eyes bore into yours.

Great. You’ve really blown it now, she’s probably gonna tell you to get out any second now. Your brain scrambles for an answer that will save you, but you can’t think of anything.

“Yes. I’d love to find out what you smell like.” You scoot closer to her, and hope she doesn't slap you.

Ellen sniffs, and pulls the hem of her dress up to her eyes, wiping them. As she does so, you see that she’s wearing stockings rather than pantyhose. Your cock twitches.

“Lick it. Like this” Ellen whispers, pulling your hand with the sex toy in it toward her lips. Her pink tongue darts out and gives the fake cock a quick lick. Releasing your hand she smacks her lips. “It would really turn me on.” She continued. Smiling ever so slightly.

“If you do, maybe you’ll get to lick me too. And you owe me now for embarrassing me.” Her eyes twinkle mischievously.

You're absolutly stunned. This is not the Ellen you went to high school with. Licking a freshly fucked dildo? Was Ellen bi? Or just expirementing? Or was she just trying to freak you out? It certanly was a quick turn about in her emotional state, from humiliation, to provacativly sexual. Quickly recovering from your shock you say:

“I’d be happy to, but only if you answer a question first.”  

Ellen picks up her legs and curls them around her on the end of the bed. Reaching down, she pulls off her sandals, and drops them on the floor.

“Ask me anything” Ellen says.