Something from the Health Center

You walk down the trail in the light woods above the river, admiring Ellen's innocent-looking beauty as you hold hands. She looks like a secretary on her way to work dressed in the black floral print dress, tan nylon stockings and high top tennis shoes. The breeze gives you little glimpses of her legs, and her breasts bounce gently as she descends the uneven path.

"What did Amy take out of your dresser?" you ask Ellen, feeling Amy?s satin ribbon getting distinctly tighter around your stiffening cock.

"Um, something I got from the health center," Ellen says.

You tilt your head and look over.

Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, but she doesn't look away. "Tell you what," she says. "I was going to ask you to come along anyway with me."

"Hm?" you respond.

"To the health center," she says. "I made an appointment for this afternoon. I'd like you to get tested with me."

Score!

Your heart thumps. You squeeze Ellen's hand. "S-sure," you say. "That would be great." You wonder if you'll have to find some quick way to get rid of Amy's hair ribbon. It's tied in a bow, you could probably pull it loose and lose it down your pants leg...

Ellen smiles at you, and you're dazzled by the glow of her face, haloed by sunlit golden hair. "Let's go, then. Straight across the bridge at the bottom of the hill."

You walk the last bit of slope holding hands. When you reach the flats near the river, Ellen lets you go and runs ahead, her dress swishing around her legs. Her footfalls echo in the covered wooden bridge, joined quickly by yours.

In a few minutes, you're walking back onto the Widley campus, toward an ivy-covered brick building styling itself the Florence Nightingale Infirmary. Ellen leads you around the side, following a sign pointing to the Margaret Sanger Clinic.

"I guess I should tell you what Amy found in my drawer," Ellen says as you approach the door.