Tie Amy's hair ribbon on your penis

You stand in the restroom at The Reservoir, your heart thumping. In the hand that wasn't busy giving Mr. Happy a quick ride, you still have Amy's light-blue hair ribbon. Should you tie it on like she asked?

You came to see Ellen, but you don't see that she's paying much attention to you. She was talking about handing you off to one of the girls you saw downstairs. Maybe she just thinks of you as a pal. You hope you'll get a chance to change her mind this weekend.

But in the meantime, hey, why not play along and keep your options open. You pat off Mr. Happy to make sure he's really clean and dry, then tie Amy's hair ribbon in a bow knot under the head. The loops and tails hang down a bit, but you stuff everything into your pants, zip up, and wash your hands again before returning to the group.

It occurs to you that Amy and Ellen were in the bathroom together earlier, since they left together and came back together. Ellen must be pretty comfortable with Amy.

Outside the restroom is your waitress, still young, still pierced, but looking extra petulant at having to wait for you. She snatches the bathroom key from you, still attached to its wooden spoon. As she brushes past, you catch a scent of sandalwood on her hair. She slams the door, and you hear the seat thump down.

As you walk back to your table, you can feel the ribbon brushing against your legs.

The rest of lunch goes a little easier for you. Ellen, Amy, and Sherah chat about goings on at Widley. You think Amy might be casting some sly looks at you. After you finish up and divide the lunch bill, Amy rises.

She picks up her sketch book and says, "Sher and I have to get off and study. We'll see you in the dorm around six if you're up for the movie. Don't let Ellen talk you into being fresh meat for the sorority sharks at the Black Lagoon." She smiles, her dimples showing on her freckled cheeks. A lock of wavy red hair falls across her face.

"Amy, you are so bad," Ellen says, tossing her blonde head. "And it's the girls from our dorm going, really. They're not like that."

Amy purses her lips and blows on the stray lock of hair. "Anyone got a scrunchie? I lost my ribbon somewhere."

You pray you can hold your poker face. Amy's hair ribbon tickles inside your pants.

"Don't look at me," Sherah says. She runs her fingers through her black hair, buzz-short on the sides with a mop on top.

Ellen snaps open her purse and has one straight to hand. "Green?" she asks.

"My hero," Amy says, and winds it into her curly locks. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Ellen says.

"Gotta go. Seeya," Amy says, and grabs Sherah by the hand.

"Bye," Sherah says. "Later." The slim dark-haired girl rises, her small, braless breasts moving inside her black tank top, her silver-and-pearl vulva pendant swinging. She and Amy clomp off toward Widley. You watch the seat of Amy's low-rider jeans and Sherah's cutoff shorts as they cross the street and head down the hill.

Alone at last. You look back to Ellen, who gives you a pleasant smile. Amy's hair ribbon slides against your briefs as you shift in your seat.

You clear your throat and look at the girl you've been dreaming about for years. "So we really didn't have a chance to catch up, just us," you say to Ellen. "It sounds like you like Widley a lot, and there's a lot going on here. "

"Yeah, I love it," Ellen says. "I was kind of undecided, and it was really my mom kind of pushing that got me to go, she's a big alumna. But once I got here it was just like she said. The classes are small, they make sure everyone participates. And the other students have been great. Especially the girls in my dorm. Well, except Cathy. But everyone else is great."

"How about Amy? She doesn't seem like the kind of girl you used to hang out with. How is it with her as a roommate?"

Ellen laughs. "Amy's great! Especially if I get annoyed or stressed out, she knows just how to get me laughing again. I wasn't sure it was going to work out when we started out, but she's a real pal."

"Oh? What were you worried about?"

Ellen giggles, and her cheeks go pink. She looks around to see if anyone's listening. "Maybe we should walk and talk."

You rise, and help to pull back her chair. "You said the path by the river was nice, maybe we should go that way."

"Okay," she says.

As you walk with Ellen, Amy's hair ribbon continues to brush against you inside your pants and squeeze on your cock. It's a little distracting, but you manage to mostly ignore it.

Once you're on your way down the hill toward the river, you ask. "So what was it about Amy?" You wonder if Amy was reading Ellen's diary, smoking pot, or making out on Ellen's bed with someone Ellen had an eye for.

Ellen gives you an embarrassed smile. "I caught her..."