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Your cock is like a throbbing shaft of steel in your pants, despite your conflicted emotions at having discovered that Ellen is most likely a lesbian, you’re turned on by the discovery, and equally turned on by the revealing, graphic nature of Amy’s diary. You wonder if Ellen is bi-sexual rather than gay, and hope that she’s just been exploring her options here at Widley. Maybe the answer could still be found in her redheaded roommate’s entries.

You do feel guilty at having read Amy’s private thoughts and feelings, but now that you have, you feel an almost pathological need to read more. Looking at your watch, you wonder how much time you might have before Ellen will get back, and wonder why she hasn’t back earlier. Then, in a flash on inspiration, you get up turn the bolt on the lock, and pick up Amy’s diary. If one of the two girls returns, you can toss the book back where it was, and pretend you were sleeping.

Even with your story now in place in your mind, you feel somehow rushed to find any entries that definitively confirm Ellen as a lesbian. Opening the book, you turn it back as close as you can to where you had finished. Upon reading the page however, its evident that you’ve turned several pages ahead, but the heading at the first entry of the page you’ve opened to catches your immediate attention.

Monday, October 10

IT FINALLY HAPPENED! Today, Ellen and I made sweet, sweet girl love in one of the lab rooms in the art department. I had been in the studio with some of the regulars, Darla, Janice, Zelda working on various projects, and Ms. Kapinsky was in her office correcting tests. We girls were talking about the latest gossip from the Widley rumor mill when Ellen walked in wearing the Japanese looking schoolgirl outfit, navy blue jumper, trimmed in white, with a white cotton blouse beneath, and matching navy colored nylons, and black, mary janes with a block heel on her feet. While a bit much, Ellen likes it, and I get damp just thinking about her in it. She’s such a fem.

Anyway, she was looking to get some paint for some poster she was making for some activity thing and when she saw me asked if I would help her find the paint. I of course agreed, as while she hadn’t been avoiding me the past week, it seemed like she’d been a bit shy and distant around me every since she and Loraine and split. We went down to one of the labs where I told her I thought there was some paint she could use, knowing all the while there was no paint there, and that what I really wanted to do was get her in the room to clear the air between us. I didn’t have any other plans than that, but it turned out so much better than I ever could have hoped.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I was on top of her, pressed her against the wall, forcing my lips down on her full, succulent lips, kissing her, pressing my body against hers, not thinking about how she might react. But she didn’t resist, not really. When I broke the kiss, she just looked at me, her blue eyes wide and staring. She said nothing, just my name softly. Then with my body still pinning her to the wall, I reached up and undid the straps of her jumper. She didn’t say no, didn’t move, and when I took both of her nice, round breasts in my hands, she still said nothing, gasping as I caressed them, feeling her nipples get hard through her thin bra and the blouse. She smelled divine, and I began kissing her neck.

Swinging her around, I maneuvered her over to one of the large work tables, and when she kicked off her shoes, and laid back on it, with her feet dangling over the edge, I knew she was mine and wanted it every bit as much as I did. I kicked off my sandals, and knelt down between her legs, reaching out I ran my fingertips back and forth over her mound. Lorraine had gotten Ellen out of the habit of wearing pantyhose, so I was happy to discover that the navy nylons were crotchless pantyhose with Ellen’s silky, white panties on top, and covering her juicy, wet pussy. Soon her panties were soaking, as I teased her with my fingers, smelling her arousal. Her blonde pubes sticking out from under the edge of her panties, and tickling my fingers. It all made me so fucking horny, I could barely stand it.

I was consumed by my lust for her, I’d dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was here. I’m afraid I wasn’t as gentle and thoughtful a lover as I might have been, and after teasing her pussy with my fingers for five or six minutes, I told her to turn over, and stick her ass up in the air for me. She didn’t object, instead rolling over as soon as the words had left my mouth, eager to please me. She thrust her cute, round bottom back at me, and laid her head down on the table. Her panties were soaked, and after flipping her skirt up over her back, I slid them down to her knees. Her cunny was wet and glistening, and her labia pink and swollen. I leaned my face forward, and took a deep breath, savoring her sweet, girly scent. Placing my hands on her cheeks, I spread them, and lowered my face to her ass, and plunge my tongue in her juicy pussy, and lapped up the thick, tasty juices covering her labia.

She moaned loudly with every stroke of my tongue, and soon was gasping her encouragement. Hearing the sweet thing talk so dirty made me even hornier, and in minutes, my face was coated in her tasty girl juice. She rocked slightly, and said things like, “Lick my pussy deep!” and “Fuck yeah!” This was Ellen, imagine!

(Flowers of all sorts and colors boarded the entry, and some of the “flowers” were an obvious part of the female anatomy. Fine golden hair covered several of the flowers.) You hesitated as you moved to turn the page, hearing approaching footsteps out in the hall. But, then you thought you were just nervous, it could be anyone you thought, and as you turned the page,