Not a soul, you have her all to yourself.

As she bounds out the dormitory door, her flax colored hair tossing in the breeze, you see that Ellen has changed clothes from the faded, torn jeans and sweatshirt she greeted you in to a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps, and a pair of matching wedge heels that buckle at her slim ankle. This is a big improvement you think to yourself as the blonde beauty slips her hand in yours, and pulls you towards the sidewalk.

It's a short walk under tree canopied streets, with bright sunlight streaming through the branches. Occasionally as you walk, Ellen's hair brushes against you, or you catch a whiff of her perfume, and her blue eyes twinkle at you as the two of you talk on the way to Sunny's, and you wonder if you'll feel her lips wrapped around your cock before the day is over. It's all you can do not to stare at her cleavage in the low cut sundress. As far as you can tell she's gone braless. You wonder if she's forgone wearing panties as well, as you arrive at the entrance to Sunny's, and Ellen opens the door.

You quickly find a booth, and sit down, Ellen sliding in beside you. A older women with grey streaked blonde hair and dressed in jeans, and a tie dyed t-shirt calls out a greeting and waves from behind the counter, next to the grill. You assume this is Sunny. A cheerful petite brunette with short hair and a bright smile steps over to your booth, setting two glasses of water in front of you and Ellen. "Hi Lisa" Ellen says, and the young waitress returns the greeting. She also wears a tie dyed shirt like her boss, but hers is knotted just below her bust line, showing off her flat tummy and pierced navel, and instead of jeans, Lisa wears a short denim skirt.

"What'll you have, or do you want menus?"

"Let's have the specials" Ellen suggests, and you agree.

As Lisa walks back to the counter, another customer walks through the door, and sits at the counter. She's about Ellen's height, with silky coal black hair cascading over her shoulders, and back, and falling to just above her waist. She has a camera bag over her shoulder, slips it off, and sets it on the counter besides her. She look middle eastern, mocha colored complexion, with dark brown eyes. She could be Native American, but it's hard to be sure.

She glances at you and Ellen, and smiles. Adjusting the straps on her orange tank top. She's built. Toned, athletic body. She must run or work out you think, noting her faded cut off short shorts, and dusty cowboy boots. The three of you trade glances as she orders, and then all of you eat. When she's finished, she pushes the plate away from her, and walk over to the booth where you and Ellen are sitting, and sits down across from you.

"How are you two?" She asks. After you and Ellen confirm you're well, and the meal was great, the young woman leans over the table conspiratorially towards you.

"Mind if I ask you two a question?"