Having sex with Ellen's academic advisor.

As you walk down the hill with Ellen, Amy's hair ribbon continues to brush against you inside your pants and squeeze on your cock. The sensation is unusual, but kind of nice. And absolutely naughty. Despite your recent relief, your cock swells a bit.

"So what was it that worried you about Amy?" you ask your blonde fantasy girl.

Ellen gives you an embarrassed smile. "I caught her..." She giggles nervously. "I caught her having sex...with my academic advisor Ms. Tasker," she says. "She's married," Ellen adds as if to clarify things. "Wendy is."

You look at Ellen. Her voice comes fast and a little high and she looks a little flushed, but her eyes meet yours rather than looking down.

You nod like you understood. "That must be awkward for you," you say.

She gives you a nod. Her eyes are bright as she looks at you. Her chest rises and falls under the top of her floral print dress as she breathes quickly in and out..

"What were they doing?" you ask your flustered dreamboat in a tone of innocent curiosity. "How'd you catch them?"

"Well, it was orientation week," Ellen says. "Ms. Tasker set me up with my classes and all, and we'd been going around the campus. Amy's a sophomore, and she showed up at the dorm a little early, which was good 'cause I got to meet her, I mean as a roommate, and get the real story about Widley, you know, from someone who's been here. Now at the end of the week, they were arranging rides down to the train station, and I got mixed up and missed my ride so I went back to the dorm. There was practically nobody there, so I decided I'd go up to the room, I could at least call my mom and let her know I missed the train."

She's talking with a more relaxed, even voice now.

You offer a hand to Ellen to help her down some steps cut in a rock face at a steep part of the hill. Her shoes are good, but the long dress isn't the best for the steep steps. The view of Widley and the town is still pretty good here, halfway down. She negotiates the steps and pauses to take a deep breath.

"And, you know, it's totally quiet and deserted on my floor, a lot of the doors are open because nobody's moved into them, but my door's closed and I can hear something inside and I'm like, 'Oh, good, Amy's there.' So I turn the key and look and like, I nearly fall on my butt," she says.

You glance at Ellen. Her eyes are looking up and to the side as she envisions the scene.

"They're on Amy's bed. Amy's butt-naked. She's sitting, I mean, you know, squatting on Wendy's face, and I can see Amy's, you know, everything, and, oh God, I can see Ms. Tasker's tongue in her pussy! And Ms. Tasker, she's pulled up her skirt, and she has these black knit stockings, you know, kinda soft wool or something but lacy, up to her thighs. And no panties! And she's got her fingers in her own pussy, just rubbing, up and down, round and round. And then she reaches down and digs in her big handbag and..."

Ellen breathes quickly, her face pink again.

"And?" you prompt.