0 comments/ 70236 views/ 6 favorites Nailing Ellen Ch. 01 By: val wrangler I guess I can carry a torch a hell of a lot longer than most other people would, but that's the sort of person I am. Let me explain. When I was just turning 13, like most males, I began to notice that the opposite sex was far more interesting than I'd previously imagined. The first thing I noticed was that they had breasts. I know that sounds sort of stupid and obvious, but that's my first memory of puberty, although I had no idea what it was called at the time. The notice I gave to females leaned just towards general observation of the gender at a distance. I was very shy and unsure of myself at the time. It wasn't until ninth grade began that I developed my first serious crush. It was a girl I'd known since we'd begun junior high together two years before: Ellen. That's not to say I'd never noticed her, but it was usually the sort of thing where guys would be sitting together at a table in the lunchroom, a girl would walk by and someone would comment on how fine she looked. We'd talk about her attributes in some detail until the next girl walked by. That fall we were put in the same homeroom, and when she sat down just behind me and I turned around to pass out some form or other, it just hit me right in the gut. I don't know what had happened during the summer, but she had just blossomed. There was an inner glow to her and I was smitten. Ellen was several inches shorter than I am, maybe around 5'4". She had long, lustrous brown hair, a very pretty face and a body that I thought was just perfect. It wasn't curvy like some of the really popular girls. Maybe the best one-word description would be "pert". She was slender, not huge in the breast department, but nice, with well-shaped legs (I loved seeing her in a gym uniform!) and -- I began to realize this was the deciding facet of a woman's allure for me -- a perfect butt. In class, she was very smart, a good student, a real firebrand on social issues (this was the late '60s) and quite funny. She expressed herself well and I found that very attractive, too. I now spent A LOT of time thinking about me and Ellen together in the backseat of a car, on a blanket in the woods, in her bedroom (whatever that looked like), in my bedroom. I didn't have a whole lot of idea at that point what people do in those situations, but I would imagine those soft lips kissing mine and her voice whispering my name. All my old yearbooks will open automatically to the pages where Ellen's picture is. Part way through the year, I worked up the nerve over several weeks to invite her out. I think it was a school dance. Ellen was very nice about it, but she turned me down. That remains the toughest phone call I've ever made. I was shaking the whole time, hoping beyond hope that she'd say yes, only to be dashed on the rocks of despair a moment later. For weeks after that, I avoided her, kind of difficult when you sit in front of the girl first thing in the morning and last thing in the afternoon. Outwardly, she seemed unchanged towards me, and I began to think that she didn't realize how much asking her out meant to me. We'd been talking in homeroom quite a lot and I thought there was a bit of attraction there on her part, but I was sorely mistaken. She was interested in a guy one grade ahead of us and that was the person she showed up at the dance with. I went alone with some of the guys, leaned against the wall, and under the pretense of listening to the band play, I watched Ellen dance with Bruce. When a slow number began and he pulled her against him, I died a thousand deaths. In the weeks leading up to my devastating phone call, I had imagined myself in that position. Bruce and Ellen became an item and frustratingly their relationship went on and on, showing no signs of letting up. I moved on, dated a few girls here and there, found no one very special and tried not think of who I REALLY wanted. Even when Bruce went off to college, I didn't get a break. He was home about one weekend a month and I always knew when he was coming because Ellen would be increasingly bubbly all week. I loved to see her like this because her allure to me became almost overwhelming, but it was hard to take at the same time. Later on, in our senior year, I began going steady with another girl in our class, but it was definitely a case of settling for second best. Even so, we became pretty close. At the end of the year, as our right of passage approached, all sorts of parties were planned, and naturally everyone was interested in going to as many as possible, trying to squeeze out every last bit of togetherness before we went our separate ways, possibly forever. The graduation formal was an annual tradition at our school -- and an attempt by our teachers and parents to keep us all out of trouble. The only way you could go to this party (held in the gym) was to be a senior or be invited by one. Naturally, I was going to take Debby. But let me back up a bit. Two months earlier when the jobs were handed out, I wound up, through no connivance on my part, on the music committee, and it was chaired by Ellen. It was our job to audition and hire the band that would be playing and I did everything I could to drag the process out, despite the fact that I was going steady with someone else. Being around this person who could raise my blood pressure several notches by just walking into a room was a heady experience. I got to sit next to her. I got to talk on the phone with her. I even got to drive her a few places to hear the bands we were interested in. Those were particularly tough since Ellen was dressed either in tight-fitting jeans or shorts. I had a tough time hiding my nearly constant erections. I don't think she noticed, or if she did, she was too polite (or stunned) to say anything. I'd always carry a jacket or a clipboard or SOMETHING in front of me when we first left the car so that she wouldn't notice. One time we were driving, talking and laughing, and she actually turned to me and put her hand on my forearm to make a point. I just about came right there. Since many of us were now eighteen and in our state you could drink at that age, a few of the more "select" parties served alcohol. Not that this stopped those who were still underage from drinking, but they were less well attended, shall we say, than many of the other end-of-high school parties. To be invited to one was something special. The grad formal was scheduled for the day after graduation, a Friday, and it was up to Ellen and me to make sure the band was set up and ready to go at the very grown up hour of 8:00. That afternoon I picked up the phone to find an hysterical Ellen at the other end. The singer for the band we'd hired had broken his leg and they couldn't make the gig. She was beside herself, taking all the blame for the screw-up since she was the one who really wanted this band. "Let me make a couple of phone calls," I told her calmly. "What good will that do?" she wailed. "You're not going to find anyone now, or if you do, they're not going to be worth listening to! All the good bands will have jobs tonight." "I have a couple of ideas." "We are so screwed! What am I going to tell everyone?" "Leave it to me." What I didn't tell her was that the older brother of a friend of my older brother (follow that?) played in one of the hottest bands in the area, The Soul Men. They had been way out of our price range, so we'd never even considered them. They usually played in clubs and colleges, anyway. But I also knew that they weren't playing at the moment because they were breaking in a new bass player. Crossing my fingers, I asked my brother for help. Within ten minutes, I had Johnny, the guitar player and leader of the band, on the line. By a further stroke of luck, they were just getting set up to rehearse. Explaining the situation, I asked if they'd be able to play for the formal. "Just a minute," he told me and covered the phone with his hand. I could hear muffled trumpet and the drums in the background, warming up. The noise stopped, a discussion followed, and eventually Johnny came back on the line. "We can do it, but not for less than $1000. We usually charge $1500, by the way." I swallowed hard. The band that had cancelled had only wanted $500. It was too late to call anyone at the school to get the okay for the larger expenditure. Then I thought of the thousand bucks I had in the bank already saved for books and things when I started college in the fall. I still had the whole summer to save up. I thought about Ellen's gratitude when I called to tell her I had the best band in the area ready to play. "Okay. Can you be set to go by 8:00?" "Sure. No problem." "Half the money will be a check from the school and the other half will be cash. Is that all right." Johnny laughed. "Cash is always all right." When I phoned back Ellen, it was obvious she'd been crying. "I've got a band," I told her. "Who?" "The Soul Men." "Please don't kid me, Ronny. This isn't the time to be funny." "I'm not kidding. They haven't been playing the past two weeks because they're rehearsing a new bass player. They had nothing better to do tonight, so I talked them into playing for us." "We can't afford them!" "Relax. It's all taken care of. Frankly, I think they're hungry for a bit of quick cash." Ellen squealed happily. "I can't believe you've pulled our butts out of the fire! Ron, if you were here right now, I'd give you a big kiss!" I fervently wished I'd thought of going over to Ellen's house to tell her the news. The thought of her throwing her arms around my neck and pressing those soft lips against mine was almost too much to contemplate. My cock immediately began to swell in my jeans. On second thought, maybe it was good I wasn't there. With her body plastered against mine, she'd be sure to notice something like that. After hanging up, I went to the bathroom to jerk off, and the orgasm was the most intense I'd ever had. The Soul Men were fabulous that night, pouring out that sweet soul music in a great show. A 9-piece R&B band with glittering saxes and trumpet, their great front man and Johnny wailing away on guitar had the dance floor constantly packed. Everyone was thrilled. I introduced Ellen to the guys in the band and it was obvious from the way they reacted that they liked what they saw. She was dressed in a mid-ankle white dress that clung to her in all the right places. The neck was low and just a peek of the top of her breasts showed. The bottom, neck and sleeves had long tassels so the dress seemed to move by itself, shimmering even when she was standing still. Unlike most of the other girls, she'd left her hair down but it had been cut and styled beautifully. She no longer looked like a high school girl. Ellen had become a woman. Debby didn't have to be too smart to notice I spent the evening staring in a direction other than hers, and she wasn't happy. When Ellen actually asked me to dance, she made it clear that wasn't going to happen, telling me she wanted to go outside for some fresh air. With Bruce also hovering over his prize all evening, the offer wasn't extended again, possessive bastard! One thing did happen, though: Ellen invited us to one of the "special" parties. Debby, probably from being aware of where my eyes had been, agreed to go -- completely surprising me. She came from a VERY strict family and it had been over 6 months into our going steady that she had allowed me to even kiss her. Now, a nearly a year on, that's as far as we'd ever gotten. It was quite clear that was as far as we'd probably ever go, until we got married. Oh yes, we'd already discussed that. She was far more eager than I on the subject. So at 11:30 when the strains of "Soul Man" were still echoing in the gym, the principal turned the house lights on and the atmosphere we'd been enveloped in for the past 3 1/2 hours disappeared like so much smoke. Debby had been given very special permission from her dad to stay out until 12:30, so that we could go to the local diner with the gang for fries and cokes, but woe be to me if I got her home even 1 minute late! Disaster struck when I got out to the school parking lot. My damn car wouldn't start. I felt like pounding my head on the steering wheel. Perhaps I did. I just couldn't believe my bad luck. We were sitting there when Bruce pulled up behind us in the Chevy his dad had bought him as a graduation present the year before. Ellen yelled out the window, "You guys having trouble?" "My damn car won't start!" She turned away, speaking to Bruce, then leaned out again with a cheery wave. "You can come with us, okay?" We were soon off, "Born to be Wild" blaring from the car's radio. On the way over to the party, Ellen turned to talk with us, a bright smile lighting her face. "Do you know that your clever boyfriend managed to not only replace the band we'd hired at the last possible moment," she told Debby, "but that he also got the best band in the whole area to play? Wasn't that just the best formal ever?" Debby looked over at me curiously. "How come you didn't tell me any of this?" "It happened late this afternoon, and you were at the hairdresser. By the time I picked you up, we were so late, it slipped my mind." The party we were going to was in an area of narrow streets where they only allowed cars to park on one side, and as we were late getting there, we could only find a spot nearly three blocks away. The street was a dead end, and ours was the last spot there. Next stop a large forested plot. Naturally, being young and with rampant hormones, the two couples began to make out. Maybe it was the evening, or maybe it was my obvious interest in Ellen, but surprisingly, Debby was the one who initiated it. Bruce and Ellen watched us for a moment, then began themselves. Now as I've already mentioned, Debby was a very good girl, and I was naturally surprised and more than pleased. She made it clear, though, very quickly that I shouldn't push my luck. in the front seat, Bruce and Ellen were in a world of their own, and I was very envious of Bruce when I saw the way Ellen attacked his mouth with hers. I almost wanted to stop my own hot make-out session to watch. This would indeed be good fuel for months of masturbation sessions. Debby, immediately sensing that I was distracted redoubled her own efforts, and forcefully turned my head to face hers, keeping her hand on my cheek so I couldn't turn back. For the next few minutes, I was only aware of movements and rustling of fabric from the front seat as we continued our own rather kissing and sighing. Suddenly, Debby stiffened and whispered in my ear, "Are they doing what I think they're doing?" I looked forward to see that Bruce had slid over on the seat and Ellen was turned around, straddling his lap. Both were breathing hard and this female who'd deliciously tortured my dreams for several years was slowly moving up and down. Even though she was trying hard not to be obvious about it and the light was very dim, anyone could see that they were fucking. We stared at them from the backseat, Debby nearly frozen with fear and me nearly frozen with desire. Ellen's eyes were closed and her mouth was glued to Bruce's as she kissed him feverishly, hands on both sides of his head. Where his hands were I couldn't tell for sure, but I thought they might be on her hips, helping her move in the cramped quarters. As things heated up over the next few minutes, she leaned back, hands on the dashboard behind her. From her movements I could tell she was rocking her hips into her lover to get the maximum stimulation (although being inexperienced, I didn't understand that concept at the time). Debby was gripping my hand tightly as we watched Ellen drive herself forward to orgasm, no longer bothering to be discreet as her body sought release. Bruce just sat there, letting her do her thing on his cock -- the lucky devil. Ellen leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Squeeze my nipples and make me cum," she groaned, loud enough that we could hear. "Oh yes! That is so good. Harder! Pull them! Bruce did as she asked, playing with her cloth-covered breasts, and her movements immediately became more frenzied. I was absolutely mesmerized. I'd never imagined that sex could be like this. Over the years, I'd only heard the usual locker room talk and had occasionally stolen glances at a friend's father's collection of Playboy magazines. In everything I'd heard about sex, the girl just sort of laid there as the guy got between her legs and thrust in and out for awhile before cumming. What the girl got out of it, I'd had no idea. But this heavenly creature, the one I'd dreamt about, imagined being with so many times I'd lost count was obviously in a place of the most extreme pleasure as she humped herself up and down on Bruce's cock. This was passion, at its most raw and primal. Even inexperienced and naive little me understood that. Too soon for me, Ellen began pushing forward very hard and her mouth dropped open. A moment later her whole body convulsed for several seconds. Bruce, too, let out a low moan. It was all over. Ellen sat where she was for a minute then leaned forward to whisper something in Bruce's ear, before her tongue came out, licking it, almost like a dog would lick her puppies. It was a tender gesture and not at all odd at the time. (Several women I've tried it on over the years have thought it was gross.) Bruce's shiver was mirrored by my own. Debby let loose her death grip on my hand, and began breathing again. There was some more fumbling around in the front seat and I imagine that they were cleaning up and straightening out their clothes. Whether Ellen and Bruce's coupling included condoms or not, I don't know, but there were certainly some girls in our school who were purportedly on the newly-introduced birth control pill. Bruce turned around to me and grinned like a fox. "Everyone ready to go now?" "Yeah, sure, I guess," I responded. Bruce and Ellen began walking, then he turned. "Could you check the driver's side door? I'm not sure if I locked it." I lifted the handle and the door opened. Good call. I was about to press the lock down when I spotted something on the front seat glowing in the overhead light. Reaching in, I caught my breath when I realized it was Ellen's panties. It was the decision of a moment and I guiltily stuffed the tiny piece of sodden cloth into my pants pocket. Debby remained silent until we were walking down the street, following Ellen and Bruce who had arms around each other and kissed from time to time. "I don't want to go to this party," Debby hissed in my ear. "I cannot believe we witnessed what we just did! Your little friend is a complete slut! Take me home!" I had Debby home a full half-hour before her curfew. On the front porch of her house, I got nothing more than a disgusted head shake and more bad words about the people I considered friends. What a great end to what might have been an exceptional night. I walked home in a thoroughly bad mood, arriving home far earlier than my mom had expected. Telling her I didn't want to talk about it, I went up to my room and shut the door. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling, wondering if I'd made the right decision not to return to the party without Debby. No, I decided. There was no use fooling myself. Ellen was madly in love with Bruce, and while we'd become much better friends over the past month or so, I still didn't stand a chance with her. Reaching into my pocket, I took out Ellen's panties and uncrumpled them. They were those very tiny French kind, the one's where the top of the girl's butt crack showed, made out of cotton, white. Nailing Ellen Ch. 01 I held them up to my face and for the first time smelled the musky perfume of a woman in heat. My cock instantly began to swell Locking my door, I quickly stripped, went to my sock drawer and took out the hand lotion I kept there. With the lights off, I lay down and smelled Ellen's panties again. The effect on my cock was amazing. I could have pounded nails with it. With lotion on my hand, I began stroking, slow ones from the head of my cock down to the bottom and back again. Putting the panties over my face, I used both hands, simulating what I thought a vagina might feel like. In my mind I could see Ellen with her formal dress, the bodice open and her breasts spilling out. She was straddling me, her hands back on my knees as she ground her pelvis forward into my body, my cock way up inside her. "Ohhh, Ronny, you feel so good inside me. I love your cock. Why didn't you tell me you have such a nice one?" As she drove herself and me to a tremendous climax, I could see that almost dazed expression of lust she'd had on her face not two hours before. As I came like never before, my semen shooting up nearly two feet, Ellen's moans were echoing in my head. I spent a lot of quality time with those bewitching panties, safely storing them in a sealed plastic bag to retain their delicious odors for as long as possible. That summer, I had to work my ass off to have enough money since I'd spent over half of my savings on securing the Soul Men for the dance, so I didn't get out to many parties. Debby also was very reticent to go. She obviously knew or at least suspected that I was more hot for Ellen than her, so she loosened up just a tiny bit. The next time we went out (to a movie), she leaned over during it and kissed me. It was unusual for her to initiate anything. Still burning up with desire for Ellen, I responded. When I ran my hand up her side and rested it near her breast, she didn't angrily push it away. Once back in the car, which was parked in a dark corner of the lot, we began making out again. I held her with my hand on the side of her breast. No protest. I slowly inched my hand until it was resting on top of it. I could feel her very hard nipple against the center of my palm. Debby pulled back. "You do love me don't you, Ronny?" "Absolutely and completely," I lied. She let me keep my hand there and began kissing me much more fiercely. It wasn't until I tried to massage her nipple with my thumb that she finally put a stop to my boundary pushing. "That's enough for this evening," she said primly as she removed my hand. "Let's get a shake and some fries now. I'm hungry." Debby kept me strung along all that summer with tantalizing bits of petting, never much, but enough to keep me bewitched by the possibilities. Over the course of the summer I didn't speak to Ellen at all, hardly even saw her, until the week before we went off to college. We both wound up at the same gas station, filling our cars. "Hey, Ronny," she smiled, "how have you been keeping? I haven't seen you around for awhile." My heart was thumping. "Hard at work," I answered. "You off to college soon?" "Yup. Princeton. You?" "Just the state college nearby. I'll be living at home." "Well, good luck. I'll be back in town now and then. Hopefully, we'll see each other." "And good luck to you. I know you'll do great things," I blurted out. She looked at me quizzically, then went in to pay. I followed a minute or two later and passed her going back to her car. When I came out again, she was still there. Ellen came up to me. "I don't think I ever thanked you for bailing us out the night of the grad formal." She moved forward and gave me a big hug. As her soft breasts pushed into my chest, I was desperately willing my cock to behave itself. I felt her head move and the next thing I knew her soft lips were on my cheek. Her scent filled my nostrils, actually making my knees feel weak. "Take care, Ronny. You're a special person and I know you'll do well, too." I came THIS close to asking her out, but with a smile and a wave, she got into her car and drove off before I could work up the nerve. It was more than 20 years before I saw Ellen again, and a lot of water had passed under the bridge. But I never forgot that kiss at the gas station, nor the expression on her face as she'd orgasmed the night of the grad formal. She still haunted my dreams. -=-=-=-=-=-=- My college years were some of the most enjoyable of my life. It started out a bit rocky, though, but that was on the personal front. I'd picked the state school I was attending because I could still live at home and commute to class. This saved me a lot of money, and since my dad had passed away when I was 14, mom had trouble making end meet sometimes, so school was basically on my ticket with help from dad's social security and a scholarship. One night we were having dinner when the doorbell rang. It was Debby and she wanted to talk. She suggested a walk and did not want to come in. The long and short of it was she didn't want to go steady anymore. I thought at the time (encouraged by her comments) that it was because I wasn't around enough and this was leading to us drifting apart. It turned out, though, that she'd had her eye on someone else. I was devasted for about a month, then thought, "What the hell, she wasn't that great anyway," and was more or less over her. With all the gorgeous and willing coeds around school, it wasn't hard to get plenty of dates. Some were a lot better than others, if you know what I mean. Even though I was in Commerce, I spent a lot of time in the Psych section of the library. The thought of Ellen's sexuality was still so intriguing to me. It became my "hobby" to explore the range of a human female's sexual response. A girl named Jill got my "cherry". She was great, a lot of fun, but not with much imagination. For instance, since I'd found a very willing partner, I wanted to see what cunnilingus was like. Jill, unfortunately, thought it was "gross", as was oral sex on her part. She would also jump into bed with nearly anyone and hated condoms. We screwed 3 times, but I was in terror of getting some disease or other. It was Jill who first told me that I had a large cock. Stupidly, I hadn't realized that. Through being with nearly 50 women in my first three years of college, and with all my supplementary study in the library, I learned quite a lot. I was not the sort of man most women were used to. I asked questions: "Does this feel good?" "Do you like when I do that?" Some didn't want to talk, others found it "liberating" that a male actually wanted them to enjoy sex over his own enjoyment. The more they got turned on, the more I got turned on. We all won. The ones who would willingly enlighten me I kept seeing (and they passed me around to like-minded friends). The others I let go. Some weeks I was hard pressed to complete my studying, but boy, I got laid a lot. As for Ellen, I saw her once or twice over holidays, but never got any alone time with her. Being in a big city on the East Coast, she changed pretty dramatically. I was at someone's Christmas party in my sophomore year when she came in wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt with a cropped bottom, bell-bottom jeans that rode low and sandals. Keep in mind, this was winter. She looked more enchanting than ever. We didn't see many hippies in our town. Problem was she had a similarly-dressed guy with her. He had a beard and when I got close enough, I realized he was at least 30, if not older. Later on in the party, she came up to me, threw her arms around my neck and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. Boyfriend was hovering in the background. "Ronny, my love," she said too loudly, "how is life treating you?" I shrugged as she pulled away. "Fine, I guess. School is going well, if that's what you mean." "It is, oh, it is. I'm very glad to hear that." "You?" "University has been very...enlightening." Boyfriend whisked Ellen away then, but it wasn't long before I caught up on the party buzz about her. The guy was a teaching assistant in a course she was taking. They'd become "lovers" and he'd introduced her to the pleasures of drug-taking. Ellen had definitely been high on something that night. I heard the next summer, she was working in Africa in the Peace Corps and nothing after that because her parents moved away. In my senior year, I met the woman who became my wife. She was a psych major and caught me prowling the stacks. It wasn't long before I was prowling her bed. Marilyn was and still is a beautiful woman. Tall, blonde, with what might be called a "statuesque" figure, she was the complete opposite of Ellen (and Debby, for that matter). The one thing they had in common was their intellect. Marilyn is probably the most brilliant person I know, wise beyond her years. After graduation, she continued on, getting a masters, then a doctorate. I borrowed money to get an MBA. We lived off-campus in a funky apartment, spent long evenings with friends talking about anything and everything. I eventually tried dope and got an inkling of where Ellen had been that last time I spoke to her. Muffy, as she was called, became my best friend and I still love her dearly. There was only one small fly in the ointment: she has a pretty low sex drive when she's stressed. Job and family always comes first with her. If there's energy and time left over, than she might be up for sex. I didn't realize this at first. You know how it is in that first blush of love, you want to screw every chance you get. Muffy was a willing partner, and maybe it was the fact that she was majoring in psychology, but she was pretty open-minded. As the years went on, though, and pressures of her job and our burgeoning family mounted, she would often be too tired, too preoccupied or just not interested. Taking over as much of the household load as I could handle didn't really help, either. She had a successful practice and often held therapy sessions in the evening. By the time she dragged herself to bed, often after 10:00, sex was certainly not on the menu -- sleep was. As our two children got older, she also worried about them hearing us. We carved out a nice existence, though. I had a job I really loved involving mergers and acquisitions, and Dr. Muff (as I enjoyed calling her) loved her practice. We had two great kids, a boy and a girl, and a nice house in a nice town in Oregon. The only thing that kept me from saying I had a perfect marriage was the sex department. Muffy understood my dilemma and did the best she could, but it wasn't much fun when she was just going through the motions for me. Ever since Ellen, I'd found that my enjoyment of sex was centered around my partner's enjoyment. If that wasn't there, I was seldom turned on. On the few and far between nights that Muffy was horny, sex was fabulous. I loved it when she'd grab my head and pull it into her pussy as I was tonguing her to orgasm. My cock would be like iron when I mounted her. When we'd hit a dry patch, though, I would be left to my own devices. Even at the best of times, I would wind up masturbating at least 3 or 4 times a week. My primary inspiration for this was usually Ellen. Even after nearly 20 years, I could still see the expression on her face as she'd ridden Bruce's cock, grinding her clit into his pubic bone, taking her pleasure. Muffy seldom went for it with that kind of gusto. Then, out of the blue, something happened that turned my life upside down. Muffy was out at her office with an evening of group therapy sessons, and I was watching TV as the kids did their homework up in their rooms. The phone rang. I went out to the kitchen to answer. "Is this Ronny Blair?" a female voice asked and it was instantly very familiar. "Ellen?" "Yes." Completely stunned, I sat down on a chair at the kitchen table. "This IS a surprise. It's so good to hear your voice." "And yours, too," she answered. "How the hell are you?" Well, the phone call went on for well over an hour as we caught up on our lives since high school. Ellen had called because she was part of the organizing committee for our class' 20th anniversary reunion. "You weren't at the 10th," she said, "and no one could find you. We had a blast and you were missed." "Yeah, right," I shot back. "It's not like I was the most popular guy in the class." "I was sorry you weren't there." I instantly regretted not going. True, I'd been in Europe at the time, closing a big deal, but if I'd given it more than a passing thought, I could have made the scene with a bit of juggling. She gave me the details of what was being planned for the reunion that coming June. "Think you can make it?" "It would be nice to see people again," I answered, wondering about other possibilities, "but I can't really make a solid commitment now. My life isn't settled one week in advance most times, let alone 10 months ahead." "Shall I put you down as a definite maybe?" "Sure." "Great! Look, it's been fantastic talking to you, but I have a ton more calls to make, so I'd better get on to that. You sound just the same, Ronny." "You do, too, Ellen. Let's keep in touch." Being the late '80s, more and more people had email and Ellen was one of them. We exchanged addresses and signed off. I sat there shaking my head. God, it HAD been great talking to her again. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was not even 9:30 and Muff wasn't due back until well after 10:00. Seizing the opportunity, I went upstairs and told the kids I was going to take a shower and to not bother me unless the house caught fire. My real intention was to spend some quality time with an old yearbook, the KY jelly and my cock. Muff and I hadn't made love in nearly a week and I'd been ultra horny before Ellen's call. Now, my cock was nearly at half-mast without any stimulation. As I took down our final yearbook, I flipped it open to Ellen's grad photo, wondering what she looked like now. Her voice hadn't changed much, maybe a little lower, but after 20 years, she could be 100 pounds overweight and look like a slob. Or she might be just as alluring as ever. In our en suite bathroom, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. I still had a full head of hair, but I'd definitely put on a few pounds over the years. Not horribly overweight, I still looked chubby and soft. Maybe going to this reunion was the impetus I needed to get myself trim again. Muffy, too. My cock twitched when I replayed our conversation. Ellen didn't say much about it, but I got the feeling things weren't great between her husband (first or second?) and herself. They had no kids. She was living in upstate New York, outside of Rochester and working as a school secretary -- not one of the great things I'd imagined for her. Putting a load of KY on my hand, I greased up my cock which was swelling far more quickly than I was used to. I sat down on the closed toilet seat and spread my legs. My cock was soon rampant, hard, hot, its head almost purple in color. One of my early lovers had measured it one night. It was 8 1/4" long and 6 1/2" around. Most of my lovers told me I was the largest they'd had. Only one had not been able to accommodate me, with a few others not enjoying it, mostly because they were worried that I'd hurt them. Muffy had enjoyed my size right from the start. We'd gone back to her dorm room on our fifth or sixth date. Her roommate was away for the weekend, and we quickly took advantage of the situation by lying down on her bed. Up till then, we'd only done a bit of petting. She'd let me play with her breasts on the second date and we'd been progressing slowly from there. I didn't know if she was a virgin, and I'd found it most successful with women not to ask about that. It put pressure on them, regardless of if they were or weren't. Not a virgin and they knew you would expect to get into their pants. If they were a virgin, they'd think you were after that. Either way, it was a bad move. That night, I guess because Muffy felt more at ease in the familiar surroundings rather than in my car, she allowed me to open her blouse, then remove her bra. Her breasts were full and magnificent, her nipples, hard and dark pink. Being blonde, she had almost no color in her areolae. We progressed rapidly from there and were soon naked. When I pulled down my briefs, Muffy smiled. "All that for me?" Well, I found out that night my future wife wasn't a virgin. None of that was on my mind, though, as I stroked my cock that evening 15 years later. I was imagining Ellen straddling me, slowly engulfing my length and then riding me hard to an explosive orgasm while I pulled and twisted her nipples just the way she liked. When Muff got home that evening, listening ears or no listening ears, tired or not, I took her, hard and from behind the way she liked. Having already jerked off, I made her cum twice before I filled her with my semen. "What got into you this evening?" she asked as we cuddled afterwards. I lied and told her that I'd been remembering that time I took her on the beach one evening during a vacation in the Caribbean. But as I'd pounded into Muffy's "Muffy" that evening, I'd been thinking of only one thing: nailing Ellen. Nailing Ellen Ch. 02 Winter was just a total madhouse for everyone in our family. Both kids were signed up for nearly every extracurricular activity created by man. Muffy's practice had gotten so big, she'd taken on a young assistant, just out of grad school, and of course it took a lot of time to mentor her and work her into the job. My job was hectic as always, but there were a lot more jobs that took me out on the road and I was often away for 2-4 days most weeks. It was not a good way to live. To while away hours of hotel boredom, I made good use of every exercise facility I could get my hands on, with the result that by February, I was looking pretty buff, if I do say so myself. Muffy, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get it together with her busy schedule, and while she did lose weight, it was only in tiny increments, with the result that she was pretty depressed about it. I told she should just give some of her clients to the new girl and clear away a couple of hours around lunchtime to visit the gym. Somehow, clients or other crises always seemed to get in the way. I got email updates from Ellen every now and then, but they were broadcasts to the whole class, and that wasn't very satisfying. As spring approached, my wife had pretty well decided that she wasn't going to go to the reunion. "I won't know anyone. Those people mean nothing to me." Then she got to the real heart of the matter. "You look so good now, I'd be ashamed to be seen with you. I am so fat and so dumpy looking." In spring, out of the blue, a deal involving a manufacturer in Rochester, NY, came up in the company. I asked to be put in charge of it with the result that in early May I'd have to make a trip out there to do an inspection. I could not believe my luck! Since it was up to me when I went, I made sure that it was towards the end of a week. I also emailed Ellen. The next morning, I received a reply: Ron, That's great news! If you can wait until Friday, I will have the evening free, otherwise it will have to be a 1-hour lunch. I've got things on Wednesday and Thursday after I leave the school. Why don't you come over to dinner? Looking forward to seeing you!! ---Ellen The night before I was to catch a plane east, my wife dragged herself into bed after 11, dead tired from a very long, hard day. "You look like you could use a bit of TLC, my love," I said to her. "How about a back scratch?" She looked at me. "That would be great." Pulling back the covers, she sat up and removed the long t-shirt she had worn to bed, then lay back down on her side. I began to run my nails very lightly over her back and I could feel the tension leak away as she sighed. While I worked on her, I was thinking of Ellen. What would she be like after all these years? I wondered what her husband was like. Probably, based on the two people I'd seen her get close to, he would be a bit overbearing. But being able to see her again, I could easily tolerate hanging around a dork for an evening. Muffy, when she's really tired, will often fall asleep while I scratch her back, and I thought that was the case that night. Then she spoke. "Looking forward to your trip?" "It's just another in an endless series of trips from home. I'm going to be pretty busy." "That's not what I mean. I'm talking about seeing your old school mate. You've told me you had a major crush on her all through high school." "Yeah, so? That was 20 years ago." "Have you though about her much over the years? You've told me many times about that night you graduated." Christ, where was this going? I'd been feeling pretty guilty about the fantasies I'd been having: Ellen's husband having to work, leaving us alone; Ellen not even being married anymore. My mind (and hand) had been a blur the past two weeks thinking of all the possibilities. It's not that a had ever cheated on Muff. Lord knows, there'd been enough opportunities over the years, but I'd always held off. I didn't want to hurt her or do anything to jeopardize our marriage. But the fantasy of Ellen had become so much a part of my psyche that it couldn't be torn away -- or resisted. Since I'd been 14, I'd wanted to be able to touch her, pleasure her, make her cry out my name as I thrust into her. I knew it was useless to pretend that I wouldn't take advantage of any chance I got with her. Through what my wife would have called "cognitive dissonance" if she were analyzing me, I could somehow justify stepping out of my marriage to be with my fantasy woman. "Yes, Muffy," I eventually answered, "I do occasionally think about it." "It's always sounded to me like one of those seminal situations in your life, something that's shaped who you are now." "I suppose so. You're the doctor." She rolled over to face me. "I am. And I've been thinking about this trip -- a lot. I realize that after all these years of saying you were going to get in shape, and then never doing it, right after that phone call from your friend Ellen, you found the focus. Look at you now. You are even more handsome than you were when we met. I know what the impetus behind your transformation is. "You think I don't know about your collection of yearbooks and that every single one of them falls open to her photo. Do you still fantasize about her?" I was really uncomfortable, but I knew I had to answer -- and truthfully. "Yes. Sometimes." "Have you been fantasizing about her recently?" "Yes. But that doesn't mean---" Muffy put two fingers to my lips. "Hush. I don't want there to be any lying between us. For the 15 years we've been together, 15 wonderful years, we've never lied. Let's not start now." "What are you getting at?" She sighed. "All right, I'll be blunt and honest. I know you'd like to fuck her. You always have. If she hadn't been so dumb and blind in high school, you would likely be married to her now. But thanks to the fact that she had no sense, I captured the prize. I know you've often been frustrated sexually with me. I knew that I was probably driving you to a secret life, and it was pretty clear to me long ago that this involved Ellen. As long as you didn't try to contact her or something, I felt secure. Then she called, and although you probably didn't realize it, you changed. I've known and felt you thinking about her." "You're right. I have. That doesn't mean that I'm going to disappear this week and never come back. I love you, I love our kids and I love our life. That's more important to me than any fantasy lover. I'll make some excuse and not see her. I don't want you to be worried the entire time I'm gone." "That's not what I'm saying." She went silent for a long moment. "I love you and I trust you, but I also don't want to keep you away from seeing her. I know this means you could...might be tempted.." She was beginning to cry now. "Oh damn! I'm trying to say that if it happens, I want you to enjoy the evening without guilt." I was thunderstruck. First of all, I couldn't believe that I'd been so transparent, but then Dr. Muff was a VERY able psychologist. She'd seen right to the heart of the matter. I could not believe she was being so generous, though. Here she was giving me permission to step out of our marriage if I wanted to. We're not particularly religious, so our union didn't have those added complications. However, we did take our relationship seriously, and what she'd just said was about the last thing I would have expected. "I don't know what to say." She leaned over and kissed me passionately. "Just say you'll come home to me, no matter what." "I will, Marilyn, I will." She pulled back. "You haven't called me Marilyn in years!" "I want you to know how serious I am." Our lovemaking that evening was fierce and passionate. Maybe she was trying to remind me what it could be like at its best, to help me remember what I had at home, or maybe she'd just let go of something. As we lay back in bed, covered in sweat, she said something that further astonished me, considering how she's always felt about her practice. "Tomorrow, I'm going to clear the middle of the day and start going to the gym. I won't look any different when you get back, but in the next few months you're going to see someone you won't be able to keep your eyes or hands off of -- no matter how many Ellen's are in the room. And you can take that to the bank!" I leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "Don't worry. I will be back." Next morning, I boarded a plane heading into the unknown. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The last few days had been hell. Here I was trying to close a big deal and only half my brain was functioning. I think I covered myself pretty well, but one of the execs I was working with asked at one point if I was feeling okay. Bearing down after that, I got through it all at the end of the day, but concentration was in short supply. Each night, I'd gone to the hotel's gym and worked myself into the ground, just so I'd be so tired I'd be able to fall asleep. On the phone afterwards with Muff, we'd talk as if nothing momentous was happening in our lives. It was the usual conversations we always had about the kids, work, things around the home. Thursday night, though, she closed off with, "Well, have fun tomorrow evening." My heart immediately started to pound. "Relax. Ellen will probably turn out to be 250 pounds, a mass of wrinkles and nasty, to boot, and with a very nasty and jealous husband. I probably won't be able to wait to get out of there." "But if she isn't, do what you need to, then come home to me." My mind was a mass of contradictions, my hands slick with sweat as I drove to the town outside of Rochester where Ellen lived. It was getting more and more rural. Finally, I turned onto the dirt road and about 2 miles down was the farmhouse where I would meet my fate -- maybe. I pulled into the gravel drive and stopped, turning off the engine. There was one car parked closer to the house, old, sort of rundown-looking. The big red barn behind had definitely seen better days. As I opened the car door, I realized how quiet it had become and I drank that silence in. Walking up onto the porch, shaded by two big maples, I knocked on the screen door. From the depths of the house came, "Just a minute!" I watched her as she walked towards me. Ellen had changed but not much, and those changes filtered through the screen between us, appeared to have been for the better. I tried to calm the hammering of my heart. "Ronny!" she cried as she opened the door, "I am SO glad to see you," and gave me a hug. "It's great to see you, too," I answered, drinking in her scent. She stepped back, but kept her hands on my arms. "Let me look at you. The years seem to have agreed with you. Wow! You have kept care of yourself." I admired her, too. The most noticeable thing was that he hair was shorter, now just barely reaching her shoulders. Her face was thinner, probably just missing the baby fat of youth, and there were a few lines around her eyes. I couldn't see how the rest of her had fared because she was wearing an ankle-length, flowered dress with a high neck line. Most women wear those to try to hide extra pounds. Her feet were bare. "Come in, come in," she said and grabbed my hand. "I've got dinner in the oven and we have some time to sit and catch up on all those years. Would you like some wine?" "Sure." "Red or white?" I shrugged. "Whatever you're having." "White then. We'll save the red for dinner." I'd also brought a bottle which I'd stupidly left in the car. She came out with me. "This is a very expensive bottle," Ellen said when I handed it to her. "It's not the sort of thing you'd drink with pot roast." "You can save it for a special meal with your husband." Her body sagged a little and I knew I'd said the wrong thing, but my heart also began to hammer faster if that were possible. "Um, you have a very nice place here. How big is it?" "Fifty acres. We bought it as sort of a hobby farm. I'm going to have to sell it now, of course. It's too bad. I love this place." We began to walk back to the house. "I'm assuming you and your husband aren't together anymore? Sorry if that's a painful question." She stopped and sighed. "No. Not really. When I spoke to you last fall we were heading towards a separation. He left before Christmas and called last week about making it permanent." "I'm really sorry to hear that." She said way too loudly, "Well, shit happens." Back in the house, Ellen disappeared into the kitchen and returned with an open wine bottle and two glasses. After pouring, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa and talked over old times as the room darkened with the setting of the sun. Something in the kitchen dinged and Ellen excused herself. While she was gone, I looked around. The place was nicely decorated in "early farmhouse" but it wasn't fancy, just comfortable. The TV across the room was a few years old. The wall where the stairs went up was covered with photos so I went over to look. Most of them were of Ellen. Some were of her youth and she looked so familiar in them. Her grad photo was there and some others from various yearbooks. The later ones from college were very interesting because I could see her gradually age. Towards the top, several had obviously been taken down. At the very top of the stairs was a last one of her and it had an immediate effect on my cock. It was in black and white and shot so that some of her was in deep shadow and very harsh light. What had my pulse racing was that she was naked. She was in profile with her far knee pulled to her chest, the near one stretched out. Her arms were wrapped around that one knee so that her one breast was pressed flat and the other exposed. You could also see the top of her bush. The expression on her face was sort of blank, as if she were deep in thought. Even if I didn't have any sort of history with Ellen, I would have found it a VERY erotic photo. It looked as if it may have been taken not that long ago. The only difference in her appearance was longer hair. From down below came, "Dinner's served." Ellen came into view at the bottom of the stairs and I was caught ogling her naughty photo. "Oh, there you are," she said as she looked up. "Thought I'd scared you off with my whining." "Ah, no. I was just looking at all the photos," I answered, somewhat flustered. "Tom was an amateur photographer. He used to like taking pictures of me." If she'd realized I'd seen the last one, she made no sort of overt reference to being embarrassed. As I descended the stairs, I hoped she wouldn't see that my cock was at half mast. We ate beef stew by candlelight in the dining room, and Ellen's previous funk dissipated as we chattered about high school and our friends there. Being on the reunion committee, she had up-to-date information on just about everyone, as well as a lot of our teachers. "So what about your life, Ronny?" she asked. I told her, filling in the years for her. I even pulled out my wallet to show her photos of my wife and kids. She grew wistful again. "Marilyn is very pretty. She has a nice smile, and your kids certainly show clearly who their father is. Your son looks an awful lot like a certain ninth grader who used to sit in front of me. You've been very lucky." A tear trickled down her face. I reached across the table and put my hand on top of hers. "I understand you're having a hard time right now. Would you rather be alone this evening?" Ellen looked up quickly. "No! Absolutely not. That's the LAST thing I need. It's good having an old friend around." "Want to talk about it?" "I don't like to burden people with my problems." "I'm not 'people'. I'm an old friend." A tiny smile appeared on Ellen's face but her moist eyes glittered in the candlelight. "It's just that Tom's lawyer had the divorce papers served on me in school today. I knew it was coming, but it was still a big shock." "How did things go so wrong for you two?" She took a deep breath. "In a nutshell: kids. He wanted them and I couldn't give him any. The doctors told me flat out that even if I did get pregnant, trying to have a baby would kill me.. For a while it didn't matter -- at least he said it didn't matter. But the rot set in. We stopped talking, he hassled me all the time, even over little things, then one day he announced he was leaving. Turned out he'd knocked up a woman he works with, so now he's going to have his goddamn family." "You must feel awful." "Not awful. Old and worthless." "That's pretty harsh. You're neither! You---" "Ronny, I'm a frigging school secretary. I'm not even the head one. I couldn't give my husband what he wanted most and now he's gone. All I have is this house and he wants to sell it. Some days, it's pretty hard just to keep going." She wiped away her tears and smiled, but it had no depth. "Listen to me whining. I have someone I haven't seen in 20 years and all I can do is whine." Picking up my wine glass I said, "You have a lot to complain about. I don't mind listening to you, especially if it's doing you some good. Pick up your glass and let's toast to having a shoulder to cry on when you need it. Damn the torpedos!" Ellen actually giggled as she picked up her glass and clinked mine. "To friends." I looked into her eyes. "To friends." The wine was gone and we'd eaten our fill of beef stew. She said, "Why don't we have dessert in the living room?" I got to my feet and Ellen was starting to do the same. As usual (how had I forgotten this about her?) she'd been sitting with one foot curled under her. When she put that leg on the floor and started to rise, she groaned and she sat down heavily, grabbing at her calf. "Damn! Damn!" "What's wrong?" I asked, full of concern. "Cramp," she gasped. "I get them sometimes. Should have known better than to sit like that." I went over and picked her up easily. "Ronny! What are you doing?" Without answering, I carried her to the sofa and laid her down. "Do you have any massage oil?" "Massage oil? No. What do want that for?" "I'm good with these kinds of cramps. Is there olive oil out in the kitchen?" "Sure. It's on the counter." I was back in a moment. Sitting at the end of the sofa, I opened the bottle, poured a bit into one hand and warmed the oil by rubbing both hands together. "Can you pull your dress up a little?" Ellen stopped rubbing her calf and looked at me. "Do you know what you're doing?" "Yes. My mom tends to get these things in her legs. I'm just going to ease the muscle tightness a bit. You won't even know you had one of these when I get done." She pulled the long dress up to her knees and lay back. Those luminous eyes were big and anxious-looking as I put a dish towel on my leg to protect my pants, then put her left foot up on it. Then I began to spread the oil on my hands onto the back of her leg. Once it was oiled, I began to gently work the muscles. Ellen sighed. "That really does feel good. It was fortunate you were here. I would have been hobbling around tomorrow like an old lady." I smiled but didn't answer. The cramp was easing up nicely and I could feel the tension flowing out of the rest of her body, too. Her skin was soft and very warm. As I worked I thought about the situation. Things just hadn't worked out the way I'd been imagining all these years. Ellen was obviously in a very vulnerable state because of a number of things she'd told me about and probably dozens of other she hadn't. The last thing she needed was to have to tell me, whether it was gently or harshly, that my advances weren't welcome. My stupid seduction ideas had turned to naught. Right now, this woman whose allure I'd carried inside of me for so many years needed a friend, not a lover. Nailing Ellen Ch. 02 With my mind turned inwards, I had put my hands on autopilot. Having taken a bit more oil, they were now working on her left foot. "Oh man, that feels so nice," Ellen said, knocking me out of my reverie. "You ARE good." Her feet were rough on the bottom, showing that she'd spent a lot of the summers without shoes on. I worked over the calluses, softening them a bit with more oil. Ellen's eyes were closed and her face looked more relaxed. Taking advantage of that, I spent time drinking my fill with my eyes. It was obvious now that she was lying flat that her body was still slim, and if the muscles in her legs were any indication, she was doing something to keep fit. My cock began to stir again as I moved to Ellen's right foot and began working. Her eyes opened. "Could you come over once a week to do this?" she smiled. I can feel the tension just floating away." "If you can afford it, a massage once a week would be a good thing. Not only will it keep everything moving well, but it will improve your circulation, your skin, just a whole lot of things." "How do you know so much about this?" I didn't want to tell her the whole story, about how I'd studied massage because it was a great way to get a woman all relaxed for some lovemaking, for instance. "I like to do this. I give my wife a massage every Friday evening if we're both home. Helps her unwind from a stressful week." "Lucky woman," Ellen murmured as her eyes closed again." "Want me to do the lower part of your other leg?" "Sure. Do anything you want." That brought me up short. What did her statement mean? More massage? Or something else? I lifted her dress a bit farther so the bottom wouldn't get oil on it, jand Ellen didn't even open her eyes. This whole leg was much looser or maybe she was that much more relaxed, and since both feet were now resting on my leg, it bent more at the knee as I kneaded her muscles and I could see farther up her dress. My cock shifted a bit in my pants as I stared. "Just tell me when you've had enough," I told her. "That will probably be in a few hours." "Well, I'm done with this leg." "Could you work on the other a bit more? It still feels tight." I did as Ellen asked, but more firmly, loosening the muscles deeper down. She winced slightly but didn't tell me to stop or ease up. To give myself more room, I moved her left leg more towards my body, revealing even more of her thigh. She'd said I could do anything I wanted, but it just didn't feel right to sneak up on her. If I'd read this situation wrongly, I would do more harm than good. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel bad about me coming on to her. But, if her comment had meant what I almost dared not to believe it did, then NOT taking her up on the offer would obviously upset her as just another rejection. She already had said she felt old and worthless. How would she feel then? Talk about being on the horns of a dilemma. I'd always prided myself on not bullshitting people, maybe that was the way to go with this. "Ellen?" "Hmm?" "Could I be straight up with you?" Her eyes opened. "About what?" "What are you thinking right now?" "How nice your hands feel. Your touch is so strong yet so gentle. I feel very safe and very relaxed." "Anything more?" She looked at me. "Well, if you're being straight up with me, I should be the same with you. Even though I know it's totally wrong and I shouldn't be thinking this, you've made me, well, sort of...horny." I began to breathe again. "That happens with Muffy, too." Ellen's face broke into a huge grin. "You call your wife Muffy?" "I didn't come up with it. Everyone's always called her that." "Amazing. So Muffy gets horny?" "Well, her massages are a little bit more involved than what I'm doing to you." "Fair enough." She looked up at me again. "So what were you thinking?" "Honestly?" "Yes." "I don't want to upset you." "You won't upset me. I asked you to tell me." I took a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering..." Ellen propped herself up on her elbows. "Out with it. We're being honest here, remember?" "Okay. I was wondering when the last time was you had an orgasm." Her eyes opened wide. "What?" "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry." I picked up the end of the towel and began to wipe the oil from her feet. Eventually she said, "Do you mean from someone else, or myself?" Stopping, I looked at her. "I don't know what I mean. I should have kept my big trap shut!" She lay back down, looking at the ceiling. "Tom stopped making love to me over a year ago." "And there's been no one in between?" "Of course not!" she snapped. "I'm sorry. That was nasty of me. I have such a bad temper sometimes." "It's all right. I'm prying." Since I'd finished wiping away the oil, Ellen sat up with her back against the sofa arm and pulled her legs back, wrapping her arms around them. We were silent for a long time. "Ronny, what are you really trying to say?" I decided to go for broke. She had to have some inkling of where this was going, and so far she didn't outwardly appear to be upset. "If it's been that long, well, what I'm trying to say is that..." She smiled and shook her head. "I remember a phone call you made to me in 9th grade. You wanted to ask me to a dance, but it took you nearly five minutes of mindless chatter until you could get it out. You're doing that to me again. It's sweet but it's frustrating, too." "Okay, you asked for it. If you'd like, I would be willing to use my mouth to give you an orgasm. Women have told me I'm very, very good at it. There's no strings here. I don't want anything out of you. It's just that you will feel really good afterwards. I'd like to do that for you." "Ron, dear, you're married. I'm not a home wrecker." "That wouldn't be a problem. Muffy and I have already talked it over?" Now Ellen was amazed. "You talked this over with your WIFE?" "Umm, yeah. I've told her about high school and what I thought of you." "What did you think of me?" "Surely you must know that I had a major crush on you." "You did?" Her eyes got a faraway look as she thought. "Yes, I suppose you did. Every time I caught you looking at me, you had this big-eyed puppy look. It was a little creepy actually." "I'm sorry. I really---" "Would you stop apologizing?" She reached out and took my hands. "Ronny, you're a really sweet guy, and I can't tell you how much this means to me---" I collapsed inside. "But you'd like me to leave," I finished for her. She gripped my hands hard. "No. Actually, ah, I was assuming that your wife had...well, you know." I thought my heart would pound its way out of my chest. "She told me I should do what I wanted to do." "Really? She's a very generous woman." "Muffy's the best. It's just that, for all these years, I've never stopped thinking about you." "But you love your wife." "Yes, I do, very much. I guess you could say that for all these years, I've been in lust with you." "And now you'd like to give me some head. Sorry to be so blunt." I looked at her steadily. "It's okay. Yes. I would. Very much." Ellen shook her head. "This is so surreal. I can't believe we're talking about this." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "And if I were to say yes, where, um, would you want to do this?" "I guess here is as good a place as any. Wherever you'd be most comfortable." "And your wife said you could do this to me?" "She said I could do what I wanted. Like I said before, I'd like to give you an orgasm and I'm very good with my mouth." "And that's it? Nothing else?" I kissed her hands. "I will do whatever you ask me to, dearest Ellen." "You'll have to excuse me a second," she said getting to her feet. "I need to use the bathroom." Well, I'd given it my best shot. The good thing was that I hadn't upset her, and maybe my silly attempt to woo her had at least made her feel better about herself. I was in the middle of getting my jacket on when Ellen walked back into the living room. "Where are you going?" "I was... Well, I figured you'd gone off to come up with some way to get rid of me." "I thought you wanted to do this. Are you really that unsure of your persuasive powers?" "Looks like I am." "Come here and hug me." I did just as she said. I must have grown a bit more after high school because she felt shorter than I remembered. With her face resting against my chest, I ran my hands down her back and spent a bit of time kneading her shoulders. She was trembling. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "Yes." "So where should we be?" "I guess the sofa would be okay. Do you want me to lie down or sit?" "Whichever way you'd feel most comfortable." "I feel so weird. All those years and you haven't forgotten how you felt about me." I took her hand and led her to the sofa. We could talk around this all night long. Right now what she needed and I needed was a big orgasm from her body. She lay down. "May I keep my dress on?" "Sure. I want you to be at ease." Ellen reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress. Raising her hips, she pulled it up to her waist. She had on panties that could have been the twin of those white ones I'd stolen 20 years ago. She put one leg over the back of the sofa and rested the other on the floor. "Is that okay?" "Are you comfortable?" She nodded and shut her eyes. I got down on my knees and began by kissing her calves and stroking her with my hands, nothing above the knees at that point. She was trembling worse than ever and I wanted her to be calm and receptive by the time I really went to work. The next 15 minutes or so were spent with me caressing her legs and kissing my way slowly upwards. I'd done this successfully many, many times, bringing my lovers' sexual urges more and more towards the fore until quite often they began telling me what they wanted me to do. That night, I was more patient than I'd ever been. Gradually, Ellen began to relax and I moved my hands past her knees. I've always found that the area behind a woman's knees are very erotically sensitive and often overlooked. Guys want to go for the gusto. I was in no hurry. Ellen had folded an arm over her face. "That feels so nice." "I'm glad. It's supposed to." I kissed the inside of her knees and began softly floating my fingertips over her inner thighs. Ellen shifted a bit and her legs opened even wider. From the growing transparency of her panties and the fragrance rising from them, I could tell that she was getting quite turned on, but not enough yet for my liking. Now I was partially lying on the sofa, my head actually between her legs as I kissed and licked higher up. I scarcely dared to believe that this was happening, that I was finally enjoying Ellen's body, bringing her pleasure that I think she needed very much. A lot of her self-esteem was hinging on what I managed to do to her tonight. I wanted to help her begin feeling good about herself again. At last, her hips were beginning to move and she was breathing more rapidly. Very lightly, almost as if by accident, I ran the fingertips of one hand over the front of her panties and she immediately gasped. Almost there, I thought and kissed a bit higher. For the next few minutes, my hands slowly began zeroing in on her pubic region. I pushed the front of her dress a bit higher and lightly stroked her abdomen with one hand. Her fragrance was quite strong now and the front of her panties were soaked as her hips moved upwards any time a hand got close to her pussy. "Lift your hips, dear Ellen." "Oh yes." I held my breath as I got my first glimpse of her bush. The hair was quite generous and rather straight, like what was on her head. Surprisingly, it was a dark chestnut color and I thought of the highlights that the sun caught when she turned her head just so. Through the hair, I could see the inner and outer lips of her pussy, plump, red and swollen. She was ready. Parting the hair gently, I lay on my stomach, knees on the floor and Ellen shifted over so she was on more of an angle. Obviously she'd enjoyed oral sex on a sofa before. Her outer lips were surprisingly lean, but those inner lips were long and sleek and I immediately sucked one gently into my mouth. Ellen moaned and again her hips moved involuntarily. She tasted even better than she smelled, pungent and spicy. Ellen moved her legs so her heels were now resting on my shoulders and she could more easily tilt her pelvis up. "Oh yes, Ronny. Mmmm, that is SO nice." I ran my tongue around the opening of her vagina, licking up the copious juices, then teased my tongue just inside, making her gasp. For several minutes I toyed with her, just little kisses and licks, playing hide and seek with her responses. With each minute the rate of her breathing increased, and when I kissed or licked a particularly sensitive spot, she would gasp or moan and her body would shudder. Finally, I plunged the length of my tongue (and it is rather long) into her pussy, but didn't move it. As I had suspected, Ellen nearly came. After remaining motionless for a good ten seconds, I slowly began to remove it, fluttering the tip lightly, before plunging it in again. "Good lord, Ronny, what are you doing to me?" she moaned. I put my head up. "I hope I'm giving you pleasure." "You are," she sighed, then pushed my head back down, "but don't stop now." I'd been eating her for a good 20 minutes before I touched her clit. It nearly set her off, so I put my head up and looked at it closely for the first time. By now I was barely holding her open. Ellen had one of those pussies that opens when it swells. Her clit was a nice size and quite low down, so that it was barely a half inch above the opening of her vagina. Small wonder that she liked to be on top. It wouldn't take much for some pelvic rubbing to pay her delicious dividends. The more excited I got her, the more her clit was exposed. It swelled up like a short little penis until the tip was well above the folds normally protecting it. Starting near her pucker, I slowly drew my tongue up her slit, licking up the juices that were flowing out of her vagina and then spreading them over her inner lips and clitoris -- which I was just barely brushing with my tongue and lips as I got to the end of each stroke. Ellen was going nuts by this point, gasping and moaning, her hips driving up every time I got close to her clit. Several times I brought her to the edge and then backed away. "Please Ronny, finish me off. I want to cum. Stop torturing me!" "Soon, dearest Ellen, soon." Twice more I brought her to the edge, then, on my final approach, I quickly sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, violently, and Ellen just erupted. Grasping my head she held my mouth to her pussy, her legs in the air, riding out the crest of a huge orgasm as I slipped my hands under her perfect ass so I could stay with her. With each spasm she pulled me into her and I sucked her clit with each one. She kept going and going, for nearly a minute until the spasms slowed and stopped. I removed my mouth, but not before giving her pussy a loving, gentle kiss. "Oh--my--God," Ellen said, eyes shut. "That was absolutely incredible." She put her head up, then it flopped down. "I feel like a piece of limp spaghetti. Those women who said you're good were right. How do you do that?" "I'll never tell." "And you've done this to how many women?" "Somewhere around 40?" "And they let you just wander off?" "It was during university. You know how those things go. I haven't done anyone other than Muffy since we hooked up together, if that's what you're asking. "And she gave you her permission to do this to me?" "Only if you wanted me to." "That goes beyond generosity. She is a VERY special person." "I know." I hoisted myself off the floor and sat down at the end of the sofa and gazed down at her. Bike riding, I thought as I looked at her thigh muscles. Her pussy was matted and wet, as was my face. She'd absolutely gushed when her orgasm had hit. The sofa underneath her ass was sodden. "Would you like some more?" Ellen finally sat up, pulling down her dress. "I don't think I would survive it," she laughed. "Jesus, that was wonderful." "I'm glad. It is my pleasure to pleasure you." She slid across the sofa and hugged me around the waist. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ronny." "Feeling better?" "Feeling incredible." She looked up at me with those big brown eyes. "Did your wife, um, give you permission to do anything else? I mean, after all, I've had all the pleasure up until now." I smiled and pulled her up next to me. "I can do whatever I want. The only thing I had to promise was that I would come home." "What if I chained you in my basement to use whenever I wanted?" "Kinky and tempting, but no. You have my lust, but Muffy has my love." Ellen got off the sofa. "My God, I'm still a bit wobbly." Standing in front of me, she pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress. With a shrug of her shoulders, it dropped to the floor. As I'd already known, she didn't have a bra on, or had taken it off when she'd gone to the bathroom. Finally, in front of me, Ellen stood naked. Her body was lean, maybe a touch too thin, but then it had been a bad few months for her. Her breasts were slightly larger than I remembered but hadn't sagged one iota. The nipples were long and very red, reflecting her desire. "Would you like to make love to me?" she asked stepping between my legs. Putting her foot confidently on my hard cock, now quite uncomfortably swollen in my pants. "Yes. I would like that very much." "Good." She smiled and held out her hand. "Shall we go upstairs?" The bed was big and dominated the room. Ellen sat down and started to undo my pants while I took off my shirt. I stepped out of my shoes and she helped take off my socks. I only had on my briefs now and they were tented outwards by the strength of my erection. She scooted up the bed and I lay down next to her. For the first time, we really kissed and it was wonderful: wet, warm and full of passion -- everything I'd always imagined it would be. I touched her breast for the first time, running my palm up the sides and resting it on top with her hard nipple poking at it. Taking the nipple between my thumb and index finger, I twisted and pulled, much harder than I would have with my wife. Ellen shivered and groaned. "You seem to know my body so well already." "I'm working from memory." We kissed again. "Do you remember the evening we graduated?" "I sure do. You got that great band at the last minute and saved the day. What does that have to do with my body?" "You invited my girlfriend and me to a party, and when my car wouldn't start, you got your boyfriend to offer us a ride." "Bruce?" "Yes. And then on the way there we had to park a few blocks away and, well, everyone started making out, you and Bruce in the front seat and Debby and me in the back. All of a sudden, you hoisted yourself onto Bruce's lap and well, you began to make love." "Oh, Jesus! That was you in the back seat? I remember that, but I didn't think it was the night of the grad dance. That part had faded from my memory." "It never faded from mine. I wanted SO much to be Bruce that night, to have you on my lap, making love to me. Can I be really honest?" Ellen's hand was playing with the hairs on my chest. "Of course." "That night you showed me what a woman is like when she makes love. You were the one in charge, using Bruce's cock for your pleasure. I know it sounds stupid, but I didn't think women did that. I thought sex was all about the man. You opened my eyes." Nailing Ellen Ch. 02 "I can't believe I did something that brazen! This is SO embarrassing." "It was beautiful. You asked Bruce to play with your nipples, to pull them hard. I was just remembering that." "I actually said that? Oh my God!" "Relax, Ellen dear. You whispered it in his ear. I guess it was just a little louder than you planned." "So you saw me screw Bruce?" "Yes. And it's one reason I've never been able to get you out of my mind." She slid her hand down to my crotch and rested it on my tented briefs. "Then it's about time we gave you some new memories. Get that butt up so I can slide these down. I want to see what you have waiting for me." As she leaned over to pull them off, her face was near my crotch, so my cock sprang free and actually hit her. "Oh, Ronny," she said. "This is a seriously beautiful cock." She ran her hand up and down its length. "Your wife isn't just generous; she's a saint." Throwing one leg over me, Ellen sank down, trapping my erection between our bodies. Looking down at me, she smiled. "I cannot begin to tell you what tonight has meant to me, Ron. For over a year now, I've been doubting myself, wondering where I went wrong, how everything had slipped so badly. To imagine that you've been thinking about me for 20 years." "If you're counting, it was actually 24." She put a finger across my lips. "Hush. What I'm trying to say is that you've given me my confidence back. I'll be able to move forward from here." With that, she lifted up, releasing my throbbing cock. It stood nearly straight up as she grabbed the shaft and rubbed it up and down her slit, moistening its tip. Once she was satisfied, she put it against her opening and put some of her weight on it. Her pussy resisted for a moment, then dilated and the tip slipped inside. "Now, Ronny, this is your payback for your loyalty and friendship." Ellen leaned down and kissed me deeply as she put more of her weight against my cock. Further and further it slipped down inside her velvet tightness. "Do you love me just a little bit, Ron?" she asked. "Yes. Yes, I do." She rose up as high as she could, until my cock was just barely kissing the opening to her vagina. Then she rammed herself down hard with a gasp. "Then, just for tonight, dear Ronald, this beautiful cock is going to be all mine and I am going to try to take us to heaven." And knowing that she would, I lay there as Ellen nailed me. That night was so worth waiting 20 years for.