Go with her.

“Ah, sure. Yeah, I guess” you answer, caught off guard by Ellen’s sudden change in attitude, and Lynn’s provocative actions during her visit. Its pretty clear to you that Ellen has grown a bit more wild since going away to college. But for whatever reason, she seems to want to maintain the wholesome, honor student image she had in high school.

Pushing herself up and off the bed, Ellen reaches behind her back, and hooks her bra up, (which is a light blue shade that does match the panties you as she climbed the stairs) and then slides the shapeless grey sweatshirt back over her torso. Following her example, you stand as well and as she bends over and reaches into the book bag propped against the chair leg of her desk chair you get another choice look at her ass, and the silky blue panties visible through several well worn spots on her tight jeans. Briefly, you consider grabbing her on either side of her slim waist, and dry humping her ass. Your cock is hard as armor from your brief time smooching and caressing her back.

But, rather than act you miss your opportunity when Ellen pulls a stapled group of paper from her bag and moves to the door. “Ok, let’s go then , hun” she says with a bright smile, stepping into a pair of sandals, and leading the way out of the room. Ellen moves quickly down the hall, and rather than take the stairs, she stops in front of the double doors of the small elevator. As you wait, you once more marvel over the number of beautiful coeds that seem to inhabit the dorm rooms of Ellen’s floor. You don’t get too long a time to ogle them, as the doors soon open, and Ellen pulls you inside.

“I hope Ms. Metcalf isn’t all pissed off that I’m handing this in so close to the deadline. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if its past due. Shit! Oh well, I’m not going to worry about it” Ellen said, her expression betraying her brave words.

The doors opened, and Ellen practically ran out of the elevator and out the doors of Tyson Hall. As you follow her down the steps, on onto the sidewalk, the concern drains a little from Ellen’s face, and her cheeks flush a faint red.

“I suppose you’re wondering what all that was about with Lynn, and the butt plug. And her kissing me and stuff.” An Asian girl with big silver hooped earrings, light blue eye shadow and red lips overhead Ellen’s remark as she walked towards the both of you, and she laughed.

“Who’s been kissing, you now, Ellen?” The Asian girl said, amused. She looked Vietnamese, and was dressed in a form fitting red top with thin spaghetti straps. She was obviously braless, as her nipples stood hard, like two cherries waiting to be picked. Her shiny black heels clicked on the concrete as she walked past.

Ellen frown slightly, and the gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. “That was Dao.” was all she said. Followed a few awkward moments later by, “Here’s the English building” as the two of you walked up the red brick stairs and through the glass doors. The questions ran through your head, and you weren’t sure if you should say anything, what with Ellen so intent on turning in her paper, and as you approached the offices she took your hand, and said, “I’ll answer all your questions right after I turn this in”

You nod, and smile pleasantly as the blond freshman pulls you in front of the door to Ms. Brooke Metcalf’s office. Looking at the schedule tapped next to the door both you and Ellen cold see that she should be in her office. Tentatively, Ellen knocked. Letting go of your hand she suggested that you wait for her, and pointed to a row of three chairs across the hall from the door. The door to the office swung open, and Ms. Metcalf stepped out into the hallway.