Riding a dildo suction-cupped to the window

Once you're on your way down the hill toward the river, you ask Ellen, "So what was it you were worried about with Amy?"

She gives you an embarrassed smile. "I caught her..." she trails off. She clears her throat and starts again. "You know how we have a corner dorm?" Ellen says.

"Mm-hm," you say.

"Well, we're high enough that you can't really see in very well. But you can sort of see things right next to the window. The third day I was here, I was walking with Lynn Coffman back from Amelia's in the student union," --you recall Lynn, the petite, big-chested brunette who giggled in the parking lot-- "and they had had to assign me to a new room. I asked Lynn if we could see my window, and she pointed up at it. There was a reflection, so I couldn't see much, but what surprised me was that the window seemed to be shaking like someone was pushing on it every second or two."

"Huh," you say, wondering what Ellen was getting to.

"Lynn looked at the window, turned pink, and had a giggle fit," Ellen says. "I asked her what it was about, but she was pretty incoherent, so I just went up to my room and went right in, and... and..." Ellen took a breath. "I walked in on Amy. She was naked with her butt right up against the window, and she... and she was bumping her butt back onto... onto a dildo stuck to the window with a suction cup."

"Wow," you say. "What happened?"

Ellen said, "Well, I was standing there in total shock, like, you know, I almost peed my pants walking in on her. But she just said, 'Oops! Forgot to tie a sock on the doorknob!' I was outraged. I just said 'Amy!! What are you doing?!' and I was about this close to throwing her out," Ellen said, holding her finger and thumb like tweezers.

"Why did you decide not to?"

"Well, I was going to, but the housing office was just, like, super crammed. And Amy was all like I'm so sorry. So we went out for an ice cream and I decided she was OK and it wasn't worth making a big deal out of it."

"So did Lynn know what was going on, and she didn't tell you?"

"Well, later I went out with Lynn and some girls," Ellen said, "and she said she had a hard time just getting the words out. You see, Lynn knew what was going on because just a few days before, she and Marcie" -- you recall the athletic, dishwater blonde -- "caught her doing it in the showers. Actually Cathy heard her too, and Amy barely got away before Cathy busted her. But Lynn said she left... she left her dildo behind stuck to the shower stall. Cathy confiscated it, but she still doesn't know who was doing it."

"My gosh," you say. "That's wild." You wonder to yourself whether Amy had two, or whether she had some way to get another one in a few days.

"Well, but the time I knew that part of the story, I was friends with Amy, but if I had known then, I don't think I could have stuck around with her."

The two of you chat about Ellen's own, more sedate experiences at Widley until you reach the river.

"Which way should we go?" you ask Ellen.

"Well, right is a nice walk through the trees, and the path goes up and down next to the river. We'll likely see a lot of birds and flowers, people sitting on benches and stuff. Left kind of goes through this thicket of bushy little trees -- I think it's an overgrown hazelnut orchard or something. I don't think I'd do it after dark, but it's kind of exciting to sneak around through the bushes. Or we can cross the bridge. That way the path kind of goes between people's back gardens and the river. Sometimes I see people working on their roses or putting in new flowerbeds. It's a little quicker, and it goes by a few shops before it gets back to Widley."

As you walk, you've been feeling the snug smoothness of Amy's blue hair ribbon tied around your penis inside your pants. You can't help but flash forward to that lesbian vampire flick that Amy and Sherah invited you to come see tonight.

But it's still early afternoon, Ellen is right here, and she's smiling at you. Maybe one of the longer routes would be good, if it would give you a chance to feel out whether you might have a chance with Ellen. But the shops, you wonder...

"Is there an ice cream shop?" you ask.

"Why yes," Ellen says. "Either the left bank or the path across the bridge end up going by it on the way back to Widley. The right bank kind of ends up next to the Student Union. They have ice cream there too."