The accepting attitude at Widley.

“Oh I guess just the open, accepting attitude of everyone here. At least most everyone. Back home sometimes I just felt you had to watch what you said or did.” Ellen paused and got quiet, her face still before she pulled back and straightened her body to face you.

“I’m going to tell you something that I hope doesn’t upset you, or make you hate me.” Ellen says as she straightens the hem of her dress. You nod, not really sure what to expect, although you have a suspicion.

“I’m telling you this because you’ll probably hear about it anyway, or figure it out yourself, I think I’m bi-sexual. I’ve felt that way for a long time. All through high school, and even before that. But, I’m still a little confused, and not really sure. I still have deep feelings for you, and I want us to have a great weekend together. “

“Wow, Ellen. I never would have guessed. You always seemed like that conservative, good girl. At least most of the time.” You chuckle despite the serious look on Ellen’s face, and she laughs along with you. It is a surprise, although not that big of a surprise. Back in high school you kind of suspected that Ellen and her best friend, Alexis were more than just friends.

“Who says bi-sexuals can’t be good girls?” Ellen answers as she swings her legs up off the floor, and onto your lap. Your sure she can feel your iron hard shaft poking against the back of her calf, but she doesn’t shift her leg to avoid it.

“Do you have a girl friend here?” you say as you look into Ellen’s deep blue eyes.

“Sort of. I guess I’d like to talk about it more later if that’s okay. I mean you just got here. Is that alright with you?” Ellen casually drew her leg back slightly across your cock, lifting her knee. Your cock twitches in your jeans, and you slide your hand over her foot, and up to her knee, tracing your finger over it.

“You like it when I wear nylons don’t you? It turns you on.” You nod and your hand glides down to the middle of her thigh. You cock is as hard as it can be, and you can feel the moist slickness of precum covering the head of your rigid shaft.

“Just a second.“ Ellen says, and leaps off the bed, walking over to her dresser. Grabbing a sock from the top drawer, she shuts it, and then pulls open the door to the room and ties the sock around the knob, before shutting the door, and locking it. This is a very good sign you think to yourself. Repositioning herself with her silky legs once more over your lap, she draws her left leg back, brushing against your cock, until she rests her foot gently on your throbbing manhood. It strains against your jeans, and your long to free it, to feel her foot against your cock, massaging it with the sheer fabric encasing her foot.

“You know I could always tell that you were a little bit more frisky if I was wearing a dress with pantyhose or stockings, than if I was wearing jeans, or slacks or something. And one time when I was in your room, I found a girly mag. All the girls in it were wearing pantyhose or stockings and garters, and sheer body stockings. It wasn’t until I saw that magazine that I found out about crotchless pantyhose.”

Ellen’s foot moves slowly back and forth as she talks.

“I like wear stockings and pantyhose, lingerie. It makes me feel very sexy, very feminine. I’m wearing stockings now. See?” Ellen pulls her dress over her thighs, and up her lap to reveal that she’s wearing thigh high stay up stockings, with a dark band of nylon at the top. She has a mischievious smile on her face. You can also see that she’s wearing a very brief silky black thong.

“I’m wearing these for you, Scott. I knew you'd like it, I hoped you would. Unbuckle your jeans, and let me see your cock. I’ll slide my feet all over it. I’ve never given a foot job before.” She blushed ever so slightly and then added, “ Would you like me to do that? I think we have enough time. And anyway, Amy will know we’re busy. So, we can do whatever you might like. I can’t wait any more. Ellen’s eyes look into yours, filled with carnal desire.