E-mail from a admirer.

Quickly rising from the bed, Ellen bends over her small desk. and deftly types on the keyboard of her laptop, and with another electronic chime, up pops an e-mail from someone named Mary Beth. Leaning over to get a better view, you read over her shoulder, as Amy props her head in her hand, and watches the both of you.

"Dear Ellen

I love you so much and you just don't know it, or act like you don't. I get scared to show you. I don't want to embarass you. I thought we were so much alike being shy, Catholic girls and such, but I know you have been much more accepting of the Widley lifestyle than I have. Or at least I think you have. I've heard girls talk about you and Amy. I want to go the next step, I want to is you and feel your body, taste your pussy.

I hesitate to say this in person because the words that I want to say just don't always come to me said. Sometimes I want to open up to you and tell you how I feel - I guess I am too scared to open up and be real. I know you love me and you have hidden feelings inside too.

It seems like it is easier for you to express yourself to me than it is from me to you. , I love you, and know that I will always have hidden feelings for you.

I love you,

Mary Beth Johnson"

Ellen turns and looks back over her shoulder at you, her face flush. "It was her, wasn't it?" Amy says with a toothy grin. Ellen nods. "You could invite her over, or just write her back, and tell her where she stands, instead of leading her on." Ellen's cheeks turn a brighter shade of red, and her blue eyes flashes towards you, and then back to the keyboard.

Sighing lightly The blond beauty" turns and looks at you and then Amy, "I guess I'll..."