"You're such a freak!"

“You’re such a freak, Amy!” Ellen exclaims.

“And besides” She continues, “He’s all mine.  No Sharing.”  The blonde then leans over, and sliding her hands between you and Amy, pulls you apart.  Offering no resistance, Amy leans back, and then over towards Ellen and gives her a quick peck on the lips and hops off your lap and over to her bed, pushing some loose papers and text books to the floor beside it to make room for herself.  

“I’m sure that lover boy there would love it if we’d share him all weekend. Wouldn’t you lover?” Amy says with a raised eyebrow and wide smile on her face. You won’t deny it to yourself, you’d die to spend the weekend with Ellen and her sexy redheaded roommate, having them the both of them on their knees sucking your cock, fucking one of them from behind while she eats the other girl’s pussy, watching them in a sixty-nine as your stroke your rock hard shaft. “Yeah” you think to yourself” that would be fine with me. Of course you can’t say that out loud, at least not at this point in the weekend, so you take the safe route.

“I’m Ellen’s love ****, Amy. So, if she says there’s no sharing, I guess that’s the law.” Amy smirks and shakes her head, still smiling. Ellen gives you a playful shove, and tells you that you’re a freak as well.

Picking up a piece of paper from the floor, and scanning it Amy says, “So Ellen’s a dom, huh? I never would have guessed. I would have said she’s a submissive all the way.” She looks over the edge of the paper towards you and then Ellen, judging your reactions.

You sputter, not sure how to react to that question, and Amy obviously enjoys you discomfort. Ellen, however says nothing, but slides herself close next to you, pressing body against yours, and lays her head on your shoulder. Her clean, fragrant hair brushes over your cheek and nose, tickling. Her hair smells good like flowers.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Ellen says in a sugary sweet voice.

“I don’t know, Elle. I think I might know a few things about you that the boy here would just love to know.” There was a long pause, and Ellen slid her arm around your waist.

“Well, I know some stories about you that would put Penthouse Forum to shame. I know he’d love to hear those.” She sniffed. Was she getting mad? It might be time to head this off before it blew up.

Amy dropped the sheet of paper back on the floor, and looked at her curvy blonde roommate. “The difference is that I don’t care, Elle. You do. You’re still the goody two shoes class president and class valedictorian. Ok, I’ve helped take the edges off, but you’re not any kind of wild child, right? Or should I tell him about the time we got back to the dorm after partying all night at the Lagoon?”