Ellen inviting a guest to the table.

Peering over Amy?s shoulder, you see Ellen sitting at the edge of the booth. Her legs are crossed, and look sexy encased in the silky nylon stockings. One of her heels dangles precariously from the tip of her toes. She seems to be watching someone or something across the restaurant, and out of your eyesight. As you and Amy stop to watch her, Ellen leans over and sips from a straw in a tall soda glass covered in condensation. Then raises her head once more, her eyes locked on something

?What do you think she?s looking at?? You whisper. Your lips brush inadvertently over Amy?s ear and she shivers, while you pull away from her, embarassed.

?Sorry.? You say, your face red. While embarrassed, you admit to yourself that you find Amy?s brash personality and beauty alluring. Your standing so close to her, that you think you can feel the heat radiating of her body. Tilting forward slightly, you lower your face towards the firery red hair that cascades down her back and inhale. Your eyes move over her body, you remember your earlier lovemaking with the redhead and Ellen. Maybe? no! You shake your head to clear your thoughts and Amy glances back over her shoulder at you, and you jerk your head back.

?You don?t have to apologize.? She says with a sexy smirk., and turns back towards Ellen. Slowly, she backs her body towards you, as the both of you watch Ellen.

At that moment, Ellen rises slightly from her seat, and waves in the direction she had been looking so intently. From the expression on face its evident she?s caught the attention of whoever she was waving at, and as she sits back down a broad smile crosses her lips. Her deep blue eyes quickly dart back and forth, she purses her lips, as though kissing an imaginary lover. Underneath the table, her hands brush over her skirt smoothing it out.

?You think it?s Jane?? you say in a whisper.

?I don?t think our girl would get in my face like that after our little discussion. She?s not big into conflict you know.?

Taking your hand in hers, Amy gives your fingers a gentle squeeze. ?Let?s go find out who?s Ellen?s mystery date.? Giggling at her own comment Amy pulls you along a few paces before releasing your hand. "It's probably just one of the girls. Lynn or Sherah." As you approach the table Ellen looks to you and Amy, and then back towards the other side of the room. Amy slides into the booth opposite Ellen, and turns to see who it is that her roommate has signaled. Standing next to the booth, you see Amy?s eyebrows arch with surprise, as you try to to pick out who might be headed toward the table. Several young women seemed to be headed in your direction.