Comfort Ellen

“Oh God!” says Ellen, closing the door. “Can I get a hit of that?”

“I don’t know,” Amy hold her joint back teasingly. “Have you been a good girl?”

Ellen climbs into the bed. She pulls the top of her cheerleading uniform off and leans in close to Amy with a smile. “You tell me!”

Amy smiles back and hands Ellen the joint. Your eyes wander down to the two terrific racks on display for you again. You stare a little too long, but when you look back up the girls’ faces they don’t seem to mind. They’re smiling at you casually.

Ellen takes a long drag on the joint. “Crap, that’s a huge stress reliever.”

You move next to the beautiful blond girl. “Is something stressing you out, Ellen?”

She shakes her head, but her smile is gone. “No. I just mean, you know, stress in general.”

You pause and study her face. She’s totally expressionless, with an emotional blankness you’ve never seen in the years since you met her. You lean in and give her a hug.

Ellen doesn’t move at first, then she wraps your arms around you tight. Her breasts push up against your chest. As your erection comes back to life, you resist the urge to kiss and fondle her. The hug keeps going for awhile, then you hear sobbing.

You pull away from Ellen and see tears running down her face. “Why are you crying?”

She hits your chest weakly and smiles through the tears. “Because you’re a big, stupid guy!” The girls both laugh and you smile.

Amy gets up and grabs a tissue from Ellen’s desk. She wipes the tears off her roommate’s face and says, “Okay, a change of scenery is desperately needed. Let’s get out of here! I’m starved anyway.”