"Not anymore."

“Not anymore.” You say, and toss the photos back to their former resting-place, next to Amy’s toppled textbooks. You'll have to take a look at those pictures later if you get the chance.

Ellen smiles, and swings her other leg up on your lap. Your hands slide over her legs, up from her narrow ankles, passing over her knees, and ending at mid-thigh and return back down to her ankles. Her legs are smooth and clear and well toned, without being too muscular. She offers no objections, instead just smiling brightly, and gently tracing her fingers over the back of your neck, and tickling you ear.

“So, how’s life here at Widley? Tell me what you’d normally be doing on a weekend, besides the obvious studying” You start to play with the small strap of Ellen’s shoe, buckled at her ankle. Should you take it off?

“Actually, I do spend most weekends cramming, if I’m not doing laundry or something.” She pulls her hand back from your neck to her face, and begins playing with a strand of her golden hair. After a few minutes of silence, enjoying the feel of your strong hands caressing her legs, she continues, “Well, I do like to hit the cool parties every once and a while. And I guess I’m a bit more adventurous then I was back in high school. I even go to bars sometimes with the girls.” She said smirking and with a giggle.

“Really?” You say with a exaggeratedly arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, I think Amy’s been really good for me. Exposed me to all sorts of thing I never would have done or seen before.”

You unbuckle Ellen’s left shoe, and drop it to the floor; and slowly begin to massage her foot with one hand, and run your other slowly over her legs once more. The silky feel of the nylon, and Ellen's relaxed attitude towards your meandering hands encourages you, and your wonder how she might react if you were to slide a hand under her dress.

“Like what?” You quiz wondering just how much Ellen has changed since she’s been at Widley.