"Practice?" Ellen asks.

"Well, we can make up for lost time this weekend," you tell Ellen.

Ellen and Amy are both breathing heavily as they cuddle up to you. Your blonde dream girl, cum dripping from her pussy, and her redheaded roommate-with-benefits, whose pussy you can still taste on your lips. Your spent cock twitches with the beginnings of renewed interest.

"You said you didn't have a girlfriend, Scott," Ellen says. "So where've you gotten all the practice you just used on Amy?"

"Um," you say.

"Better tell her, Scott," Amy says. She ruffles your hair like you're her little brother. "You ARE good. Better than most of the frosh girls, and I don't think you're JUST a natural."

Ellen sniffs. "Better than me?"

"Sorry, Elle," Amy says. "You were really into it from the word go, but you were more clueless than most straight girls. Quick learner, though!" Amy laughs.

Ellen sighs and shakes her head. "So, Scott, do I know her?" Ellen asks.

"Um."

"She's got you, champ," Amy says. "Cough up. I know, I bet it was an older woman. Clean-cut boy like you? Cougar bait."

"Ay-meee!" Ellen protests. "Okay, Scott, so who was it?"