Ellen's adventure at "The Lagoon".

A expression of apprehension passes over Ellen’s face, much to Ayanna’s obvious joy. She smiles at Ellen, and shakes her head ever so slightly. “Do not worry Ellen, I won’t tell him the really juicy story” the mocha skinned girl says with a laugh, as Ellen gives her a gently shove.

“Whatever. Just Remember I know what sort of fairy tale life your parents think your living out here. Little do they know their girl is a champion at downing tequila shots.”

Ayanna frowns slightly at Ellen’s comment, but scoots her chair a bit closer to yours, and leans towards you in a conspiratorial posture.

“About a month or so a go, a bunch of us girls went down to hit the bars, get wild. It hard been a hard week of studying and such. We went to the Lagoon, which is a very popular lace here, and because there are many more girls here than boys, we dance with each other many times. It is all mostly in fun.”

“I know the story you’re going to tell” Ellen sighs, her face looking a bit pinker than usual.

“We were all having a great time dancing with one another. There were some boys there of course, but they are clumsy, and most want to do nothing more than have sex with you, so mostly we don’t pay attention to them. They don’t know how to romance a girl.

And so as has been going on for many years here at Widley, the girls dance with other girls. Some dance much more close and sexy than others, but we do this to tell the boys we are not interested in what they have to offer.

Anyway, Ellen was up on top of one of the large speakers at the Lagoon, dancing with Amy and me, and Sherah, and we were having fun. We were all pretty drunk, but not so much that we were behaving stupidly. It gets very warm in the Lagoon with everyone dancing, and so after awhile, we went outside to cool down a bit. Many people go outside to smoke as well as cool down, and while we were outside some boys said some mean thing to us because we had rejected some of them, calling us names, things like that. We were pissed and Amy and Shera said a few things back at them, but nothing really happened.”

As the Indian girl leaned further forward, your eyes flashed down at her breasts on display. Because of the angle you could see nearly all of them, her wispy bra loose, and cut low. Ellen’s face was pinker yet as Ayanna continued her story.

We went back inside, and sat at our booth, and had more drinks, all of us getting drunker and drunker, but still happy, and having a fun time. I was sitting next to Ellen, and she was sitting across form Marcie, who had several hickies on her neck that she got from her girlfriend the previous night. I could see Ellen looking at them, and then after several minutes had passed all of a sudden Ellen says, “I want some hickies too”

We all broke up laughing, Ellen too. But she told us that she was pissed off about what went on outside, and didn’t want any stupid guys hitting on her that night, so she said the hickies would put them off. I t made a certain amount of sense to us, drunk as we were, we didn’t think about the fact that the boys wouldn’t have any idea who gave Ellen the hickies, guy or guy. But that didn’t matter.

Amy was sitting beside Ellen, and leaned over like somebody in a vampire movie or something, and camped her mouth down on Ellen’s neck. I could tell Ellen was surprised, but she laughed, and stroked Amy’s hair, playing up the whole girl kissing girl thing. When Amy was finished, Ellen had a nice big purple hickey at the base of her neck. I couldn’t resist, so I gave her one on the other side after Amy let Ellen go. All the girls whooped and cheered when I did, and well, I was so drunk. So anyway, Ellen ended up with two hickies-one on either side of her neck. We made loud jokes about Ellen getting in a “threesome” with two girls, and no one thought to much about it. I recovered, my friends were laughing and claiming that I had been "double teamed by lesbians.

That was a Thursday night, we don‘t usually party until Friday, but it had been a rough week. The next morning, Ellen had a psychology class. She and Amy were hung over of course, we’d all had a lot to drink, but when her alarm went off, Ellen got up and because she was in a rush, she grabbed the first clothes she could find, and ran out the door to class. Amy really tells that part of the story way better than I can.

So anyway, Ellen was late, and she runs across campus. Because she’s late she can’t sit with me or Lynn, and when she sits down we see her. She’s wearing this low cut, scoop neck top, and her neck just screams out “look at my hickies!” The professor was setting his papers out on the lectern, and so we wrote a note, as we couldn’t really say anything. People start passing the note to Ellen, and then when its about one person away from her, the professor grabs it. He went into some spiel about how were adults now, and in college, that kind of thing, and then he opens the note, and reads it out loud to the class. The note said something like,

Ellen,

How are you feeling? I’m still buzzed. Nice hickies. You’re such a dyke!

Then the prof reads the note to himself, and hands it back to Ellen and says “ "Well, class, that brings us to the next topic: same-sex couples and how they are viewed by society." Ellen was so red.

Ellen smiled at Ayanna, and she laughs a brief restrained laugh, and her eyes narrow slightly as she says, “Would you like to hear a story about Ayanna?”