A letter from a secret admirer.

“It was an anonymous letter from a girl in the dorm. I don’t even know if she lives on the same floor.” Ellen kick a pine cone out of her way with the tip of her tennis shoe, and looked quickly over at you, before looking back down the wooded path.

“Why was it anonymous?” You ask, and Ellen’s grip on your hand tightened, and then eased. By the expression on her face you weren’t quite sure whether she was embarrassed, or figuring out a way to tell you something, without telling you everything.

“It was kind of a love letter, I guess.” Ellen’s face was a bright red, and looking at you, she shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. “Go figure.” she added. Taking a deep breath, she change the subject of your conversation, explaining that the path you were on would take you down to the river, where there was a steep bluff overhanging the river where a lot of the local students would go swimming if the weather was decent. She added that there was a massive oak tree at the edge of the bluff, and a tire swing had been tied to a large branch over looking the river. “If it looks nice, maybe would could get our suits, and come back for a swim. It would be nice and private.” Ellen said as she released your hand, and slipped her arm around your waist.

But your curiosity was peaked and you continued to ask Ellen about the letter. However you didn’t press too hard and responded to her diversion, asking her to show you the bluff on your way down the path. Ellen smiled, and looked relived at your response, but her face fell slightly when you asked again about the letter.

“What did it say? You can tell me, can’t you? I mean I’m not going to tell anybody about it.“

Ellen nodded slightly in agreement, her golden hair tossing back and forth. “ It just said that she thought I was a nice person and fun to be around. And that she thought I was beautiful. That I wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose.” Ellen paused, and the silence hung in the air, as the two of you bent forward slightly as you walked under a thick canopy of evergreens. “And that she wanted to make love with me.”

“Wow. That’s pretty serious. I wonder why she didn’t sign it. I mean, especially if she thinks your such a nice person.”

As you cleared the evergreens, and straightened up, the river could be seen up ahead fifty or sixty yards, through a stand of birch trees. It moved at a slow languid pace. And though it was still some distance away, it appeared to be very clear, clean water.

“She’s probably afraid if I rejected her, that everyone would find out that she’s a lesbian. But it’s really no big deal, a lot of the girls here are. So, it not like she’d be some kind of outcast..”

Ellen broke away from you, and walked a pace or so ahead, weaving her way between the trees. “ One thing she said kind of creeped me out, she said she’d watched me in the shower when I wasn’t looking. Anyway at the end of the letter, she said that if I ever wanted to meet her, that most days she’d watch the rec room down in the basement between 6 and 6:10 in the evening. I wouldn’t be able to see her, but she’d see me, and make herself known.

I haven’t done anything about it.”

The sunlight filtered down through the treetops, and bathed Ellen in light as she walked a few paces ahead. It pierced the thin material of her dress, and perfectly silhouetted her hips and upper legs. You sex stirred at the erotic sight, and you imagined her naked beneath you, her legs wrapped around your back, as you thrust back and forth in her tight, wet pussy. Ellen looked back over her shoulder, and called for you to catch up to her. You cleared your head, and thought again about the letter.

If she hadn’t responded to her secret admirer’s letter, why had she kept it? Based on what you’d experience so far, you weren’t completely sure Ellen wasn’t a lesbian, or at least bi-sexual. You hoped she was bi. But either way, knowing her the way you did, if she was, she’d have a very hard time explaining it to you. You weren’t going to press too hard, and if things didn’t work out between Ellen and you, there were plenty of other attractive, nubile coeds at Widley.

You had to ask two final questions as you caught back up to Ellen, and slipped your hand back over hers. “So why did you keep it, if you haven’t done anything about it? And what did Amy have to say about it?”