Amy tells you a secret about Ellen

You turn to the gorgeous redhead. “What’s up with Ellen?”

Amy rolls on top of your and rubs her whole body against yours slowly. Her large breasts massage your chest with each stroke. “Now that Ellen isn’t here, why don’t you go ahead and admit who won the competition?”

“Come on,” you respond, “do I really have to say it? Your breasts are sooo hot.”

“Damn right they are. So how about you forget Ellen and be my boyfriend? You can come up here every weekend and cum,” she rolls on her side just enough to point to her pussy, “up here every weekend.”

You smile at her shyly. “Well, that sounds like a great offer. I’ll… I’ll have to, uh… think about…”

Amy busts out laughing. She rolls off you and hops off the bed. As she rifles through a desk drawer she says, “That was too funny.”

You shrug, trying to look relaxed and confident. “Oh, that was a joke? Are you sure you weren’t more serious than you intended to be?”

The busty redhead looks up from her drawer. “Sorry, not wired that way. It’s only once in a blue moon that I’m in the mood for a boy anyway. You just caught me on the right weekend.” She turns back to sifting through the drawer, giving you a lovely view of her ass as she bends over. “Besides, I know you’ve got your heart set on Ellen. The good new is: she totally wants your cock.”

You sigh. “She didn’t seem that excited about the idea when I mentioned it just now.”

Amy pulls out a lighter, but keeps shifting stuff around in the cluttered drawer. “Wellllll… you’re gonna have to be just the teeniest, tiniest, bit patient, my fine fellow who fucks me fiendishly. Ah-ha!” Amy triumphantly pulls a joint out of the drawer.

She crawls back onto the bed and sits down with her back against the wall. You watch her light the joint. Her chest swells enticingly as she inhales deeply and holds it. Pale smoke escapes her lips slowly, seductively.

“You see,” continues Amy, “your lovely blond friend had a bad sex experience with her ex-boyfriend.”

“How bad?”

“Really bad. Swore off cocks forever bad. Don’t ask for more detail. I don’t want to say it and you really don’t want to hear it. But the chastity bit doesn’t work so well for a lusty wench like Ellen, so she was going mad. I’ve been helping her with that.”

You think of the two girls kissing on top of you and your cock twitches. What kind of help she’s been giving?

Amy smiles smugly at you. “Yes, that kind of help, you perv. But it’s not serious. She’s a hell of a cunt licker, but she’s getting **** for some cock.”

You smile. “My cock?”

Amy smiles back at you, but it’s a let-you-down-easy smile. “Your ‘safe’ cock. Sorry to tell you this, Scott, but you shouldn’t get your hopes up about this being the start of something. You’re here because she doesn’t think you’re threatening. You’re the safety cock.”

“I’m a safety cock?”

“She’d only do it with someone she feels safe with,” says Amy. “And only with me here, so I can help her transition back to the hetero team slowly, gentle-like.”

Ellen opens the door.