She doesn't say, at first.

“Excuse me?” Ellen said as she dropped Bryan’s hand from hers.

Bryan stood mute, not sure exactly would be the best thing to say or do. Obviously his new friend didn’t feel either as aroused or familiar as he did to answer his provocative question. He wondered if this is where the evening would end as far as Ellen was concerned.

“I’m sorry. Forget it. I didn’t mean to get out of line or anything. I just thought, well, I’m sorry” now, in addition to everything else he felt humiliated.

Ellen’s demeanor changed at Bryan’s response to her initial shock. She realized that she really liked Bryan, and given what had happened, he really wasn’t too out of line. Reaching out, she took his hand back into hers. “No, I’m sorry Bryan. I overreacted. I’m just not quite used to be asked such questions. I guess I was kinda sheltered a bit by my parents in high school. I’m trying not to be quite as repressed, now that I’m at college.”

As she led him down the staircase, she continued, “ I think seeing Amy and Sherah like that turned both of us on, right?” Bryan nodded, “big time” he said.

“It’s not the first time I’ve had something like that happen. You’d think Amy would be more careful, but she doesn’t really seem to care too much.” Ellen’s skirt brushed over the back of Bryan’s hand as the two of them walked down the stairs, and he could feel the head of his throbbing cock pressed against his pelvis.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Ellen moved closer to him and looked up into his eyes. Then, shyly she looked down at the floor, and glance out the window before looking back at him.

“You’re hard, right? I can tell” Ellen grinned, and Bryan nodded in confession. Ellen let out a breath, and then whispered, “I am wet. Very wet. I always get like this after walking in on her, I…” she stopped and then led him down the next flight of stairs.

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to help Lynn set up wearing this skirt. I hope you’ll warn me if I’m giving everyone a free show. I think I may have to get up on a ladder once or twice, and I suppose I’ll have to take off my shoes when I do that.”

Bryan assured Ellen that he’d make sure that no one (except maybe him) got a glimpse of what she was wearing under her skirt. He was quite relived that his night with the sexy, blonde coed wasn’t going to end. He wondered if maybe it was going to end up good. Maybe he’d get to see what Ellen was wearing under her skirt, up close and personal. Maybe what was under that as well. Dare to dream.

“There’s one more thing I want to tell you, Bryan.” Ellen said