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Your eyes travel all over Ellen’s curves. Glancing from the doors and over to you she breaks into a wide grin, and lets out a short giggle. Her face, her deep blue eyes, her perfect, white teeth, and her smooth, pale body and sensuous curves look like something that should belong to a Norse goddess or something. You smile backing thinking that the girl you tried so hard to go to bed with you is now standing next to you in the skimpiest of bikinis. Her breasts jiggle in a slight but pleasing way, and the sight of her rock hard nipples poking against the burgundy fabric just increase the arousal and lust you already feel. Based on what’s happened since you arrive at her dorm, you think it pretty likely that you’ll be fucking her before the weekend is over Probably four or five times. A broad smile travels across your face at the thought, and when Ellen asks what you’re smiling about, you answer that you’re just happy to finally be there with her, she give you a quick peck on the cheek.

As the doors to the elevator open, and you walk out into the lobby, and through the doors out onto the quad, you realize that you can’t move too fast, no matter how horny you are. You follow Ellen over to two free lounge chairs, and Ellen drops her bag on a small, round table beside them. Bending over she retrieves her sunblock and frosted sunglasses, tosses her towel on the chair and sits down. You follow her example, and spread your towel out on the chair as Ellen rubs lotion all over her fair skinned body. Your eyes jump back and forth between Ellen, and several other girls in bathing suits tossing a frisbee between the three of them and a tall, slim handsome looking guy with sandy colored hair who looks to be about your age.

“That’s Steve Maddox. He’s one of the premium guys on campus.” Ellen says as she rubs lotion over the tops of her ample tits, and across her shoulders. You note that the girls he’s with seem to be pretty prime examples of young womanhood. When Ellen asks you to rub lotion on her back, she pulls down the thin straps of her bikini top, and leans forward. As you step behind her, and massage the thick white lotion over her back, you watch as a petite brunette in a aqua blue bikini jumps to catch the flying disk, and misses tumbling to the ground. Her large breasts spill out of her top, and her oversized glasses fall off of her face and onto the grass beside her. Her nipples are round and pink, and as she maneuvers her breasts back into her top she flushes bright red with embarrassment.

“Nice move Lynn, I’m sure the boys enjoyed the show.” Calls an athletic looking blonde with a ponytail as she sprints over and picks up the frisbee lying on the ground. She's tan, and has a large mouth with full lips, and has pale blue eyes. You call tell she has a fairly large set of breasts despite their being well supported in her one piece navy blue suit.

“Be quiet. Marcie.” Lynn says as she stands up.

Ellen looks over her shoulder at you. “Enjoy that?” She says her eyebrow arched quizzically.

“It was nice.” You answer and then give a quick wink, and return to your chair. “I think you’re well covered with sunblock, madame” Ellen slides her hand over yours and says “Do you want to…” unable to complete her sentence when the last girl of the trio approaches the both of you and asks if you’d like to join them.

“This is Shelly Gunderson.” Ellen says as she pulls back her hand and faces Shelly.

Shelly is a tall, slim blonde. Her hair is a platinum blonde, and is flipped back from her face until it falls over her shoulders, and down to her waist. She’s wearing a white thong bikini that's well filled out with large apple sized breasts, and fits her like a second skin. She bends over giving you a nice view of her cleavage and takes your hand firmly in hers giving it two quick shakes before releasing it, and standing back upright. After you introduce yourself, Shelly asks if Ellen and would like to join them in tossing the frisbee around As a bonus, Shelly adds that they have plenty of beer in their cooler.

“What do you think, sugar?” You ask Ellen.