My Friend Ellie

My Friend Ellie

I knew there was something on her mind, she'd been quiet too long, so I wasn't surprised when she spoke.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever think about sex?"

I confess, despite being used to answering her questions, that one floored me for a moment. I looked across at my friend Ellie, looking for some idea of where she was going with this, but all I could see in her face was honest curiosity. I guess I probably flushed a little, but I answered her truthfully, as I always did. "Ellie, I'm a guy. Still a teenager fer Chrissake! I think about sex just about all the time."

She laughed, wrinkling her nose in that endearing habit she has. "I thought that might be the case."

"Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "I guess I wanted to be sure."

She had me curious now. "Sure about what?"

"That what I read was true. As far as I know, you've never lied to me, so I figured if I asked you, you'd give me an honest answer." She looked across at me with a quick smile.

"Ellie, love, a question like that usually has an agenda of some sort behind it. What gives?"

She sobered, and moved round in front of me so that she could see my face. "We go off to college next month, right?"

"Yes, okay. So?"

"And people, students like us, I mean, often have sexual relationships in college, right?"

I gave her a rueful smile. "So I've heard."

"Charlie, you think about sex, but have you ever had any? I mean, have you ever fucked a girl?" There was a spot of color on each of her cheeks, a little blaze of heat. I stared at her for a long moment and her flush deepened. She looked flustered suddenly. "I'm sorry, Charlie! Forgive me, I should never have asked you that."

I reached out and squeezed her hand. "It's okay, I don't mind." I was intrigued. Ellie and I were almost the same age, only a week between our birthdays. Each of us without siblings, we lived three houses apart, and we'd been around each other since we were in diapers, near enough inseparable. Ellie's mom and mine are best friends and look enough alike to be sisters, but aren't, and Ellie has their coloring, dark-blonde hair and skin that tans easily at the first sun of summer. Me, I tan easily enough, but my hair is a color best described as forgettable, a sort of dirty mouse. Take after my dad, I suppose. I decided I was going to answer Ellie honestly. "Fucked, no. Not yet, although I thought I was getting close a time or two. A few hand-jobs, and two blow-jobs, but no fucking, not yet." I grinned at her. "Why, are you offering?" I said, kidding her.

What she said next floored me. She went a deep red, clearly visible through her tan, and whispered, "Yes."

I stared at her. "Ellie, what are you saying?"

She took a deep breath and when she spoke the words came tumbling out. "Charlie, when I lose my virginity, I want it to be to someone I love, someone I know is honest with me, someone I can talk to, about anything. I might find someone like that in college, but I doubt it, at least not at first. I think the boys will be trying to get into my panties. I might even let them, if I like them enough, but I don't want to lose my cherry casually."

"Ellie, love, I don't know what to say."

She grinned, that quick flash of humor that was so typical of her. "'Yes' will do."

"Hold on a moment. Are you asking me to make love to you, to be the one who takes your virginity?"

She took another deep breath, and her eyes held mine. "Yes, I am."

I gestured helplessly. "Why me?"

"I told you, dummy! I want it to be someone I love, who loves me. We've been so close now, for so many years, that I would really like it to be you who takes my cherry." She smiled. "I thought it would be nice for us to learn together," she said, her voice gentle, "and then when we get lovers in college - we hope! - we'll have some experience and won't make idiots of ourselves."

My prick was giving me the answer, stiffening in my pants. I was truly conscious of what Ellie was offering and I suppressed my first inclination to be flippant. Instead, I took her hand in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. "Ellie, I would consider it an honor."

She grinned again, that lightning flash that lights her whole face. "Well, that's okay, then. As long as it's fun, too. When?"

I looked around. We were in the park, and there were people everywhere. "Well, not now," I said, "It's too busy here."

Ellie nodded. "I thought maybe tomorrow."

So soon! "Why tomorrow?" I said, although I had a good idea.

"Because my Mom and Dad, and your Mom and Dad, are going to the concert in Jackson, that's why. They're leaving at six-thirty and won't be back until midnight. I asked Mom if it would be okay if you kept me company and she was all for it." Ellie grinned again. "She might change her mind if she knew what I was planning."

"Yeah, I guess she would." I grinned at her, then sobered. "I'd better get some rubbers."

Ellie shook her head. "No need. I've been on the pill for three months now. Mom and I talked about it, and she suggested it. She was great, she said it was probable that I might be sexually adventurous - yeah, Charlie, her very words - I might be sexually adventurous in college, and it was safer for me to be on the pill than to rely on some boy remembering a rubber at the critical moment."

"She's a thoughtful lady, your Mom."

Ellie nodded. "She is. She's a good friend, too." She smiled at me. "I'm really looking forward to this, Charlie. I'm quite wet just thinking about it."

I indicated the bulge in my jeans. "How do you think it's affecting me?"

She laughed again, then gazed at me. "Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"You said you'd had blow-jobs," she said, her tone innocent. "Anyone I know?"

"One, yes, but she's in New York now."

Ellie looked puzzled. "New York? The only girl that I know who went to New York is Thelma Jens."

"That's right." I think I smirked a little.

Ellie gasped in disbelief. "She gave you a blow-job? Little Miss Proper? The girl who blushed every time a boy so much as spoke to her?"

"That's the one." I remembered Thelma with affection. Get her skirt up around her hips - or, better, off completely - to play with her pussy, put her cliche horn-rim glasses somewhere safe, and let her hair down from its usual tight bun and she was a different girl. Hell, the blow-job had even been her idea. I was having so much fun playing with her pussy, I'd have settled for a hand-job, because Thelma had made it plain that fucking was very much not on the agenda. Her pussy-juice had tasted good on my fingers, too, so much so I'd even persuaded her to let me eat her. To climax, too. Noisy girl, Thelma. I think that's what triggered the blow-job, and a very good one it was, too, for someone who claimed it was her first time. She swallowed my jizz, too. I missed her; I think given a little more time I might even have persuaded her to fuck if her folks hadn't moved.

Ellie shook her head. "I'm amazed. She didn't look the type."

"Still waters run deep, Ellie. Look at you."

Ellie laughed. "I guess so." She looked at me. "Tomorrow - "

"What about tomorrow?"

"Come along about six. We can see the folks off, and then we can play until nearly midnight."

"I'm looking forward to it," I said softly, "but for now, Ellie, sweetheart, can we talk about something else until I can persuade my boner to go down?"

She giggled, that fruity, infectious gurgle of hers. "How's your French?" she said innocently.

"Huh?"

"Conjugate the irregular verb, 'to be'."

Shit! She meant French French! "Je suis," I began.

* * * * *

Next day took forever to drag through until six. Our folks were planning to have a meal after the concert. They'd booked a table at a favorite restaurant. Mom asked me if I wanted anything to eat before they left.

"Not just now, Mom. Ellie and I, we'll get something later. No rush."

"The two of you won't be bored too much, I hope," said Mom.

"I don't think so. Ellie said something about a video, so I guess we'll be watching that. We'll be fine, Mom. You and Dad go and enjoy yourselves."

"I'm sure we will. You and Ellie have fun, too."

"We will, Mom." We sure will!

I wandered along to Ellie's house at about five past six. Her Mom and Dad were in the last throes of getting ready, before going along to our house. My Mom was driving, as tonight's designated driver. The four of them, my Mom and Dad, and Ellie's Mom and Dad, went out together often enough to have established a rota. Mom's turn for the short straw tonight. She'd enjoy herself all the same, any one of them would.

Ellie looked good. White blouse, crisp and fresh, dark red skirt about three inches above the knee. Bare legs and backless slippers. She slipped her arm through mine as we stood on the porch to wave her folks off and, a few minutes later, to wave to all four parents as they drove past. We went back indoors, and Ellie turned to me.

"We'll give them fifteen minutes, just to make sure they haven't forgotten anything. We should be okay after that, as Mom either remembers immediately or doesn't forget." She hardly had the words out of her mouth before her breathless Mom came rushing in.

"Forgot my purse," she said, grabbing it from the couch where she'd left it. She waved as she ran through the door. "'Bye kids, see you around midnight."

Ellie laughed as her mother disappeared. "See! What'd I tell you? Another ten minutes, just in case." We sat and watched the TV for those ten minutes - I couldn't tell you what was on to save my life. The tension was palpable. At last Ellie heaved a sigh. "Okay, Charlie. Give me five minutes, then come up to my room, okay?" She stood and went to the doorway, pausing, gnawing on her bottom lip. "Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"If you're about to make love to a girl, would you want to undress her, or have her naked, waiting for you?"

I stared at her, the vision of a naked Ellie in my mind, fighting with another vision of me undressing her. Ellie raised her brows, a half-smile on her face. I laughed. "Surprise me, Ellie."

She grinned. "In that case, give me ten minutes before you come upstairs." She blew me a kiss, and was gone.

I spent the ten minutes trying to persuade my prick it wasn't time to get hard yet. I still could hardly believe what was happening. Ellie and I had been 'best friends' since we could walk under the table upright; I had played with her, argued with her, agreed with her, fought with her - hell, fought

for

her, when a lump of of a sixth-grader tried picking on her, to his regret - and studied with her. I had given my honest opinions on whether I thought her sweater was too tight, her skirt too short, whether her bra showed through her blouse, whether she should wear her hair up or down. We'd even traded information on our classmates, Ellie telling me which girls she thought might be my type, I in turn warning her about the boasters and maulers. As a result, we'd dated people we liked and could trust. I grinned. Thelma had been my own discovery.

We even had the same interest in computers and were off to college to study computer science together, but never for a moment had I considered Ellie sexually. Ellie was Ellie, my friend. It wasn't that she was unattractive. Far from it, because Ellie is a living doll. Fairly tall, slender, beautiful. Athletic, too, both of us having made the High School swim team. Having to reappraise my attitude towards her made me think of her anew, and I realized after thinking it through that the girls I'd dated all reminded me of Ellie. Even Thelma, although with her it was because I'd found her attitude to life to be similar to Ellie's, once I got past her horn-rims and her natural reserve. I thought about what I was going to find upstairs and my prick started hardening again. I'd seen Ellie in swimsuits often enough, in competition, and in her bikini on the beach. I knew she went in and out in all the right places, and very nicely, too, but I had no idea what her nipples were like, or her areolae, or whether she shaved her pussy. That brought memory of Thelma back again, as I'd managed to get her out of her bra a few times. Bigger than Ellie, Thelma was. Luscious, kissable, suckable nipples.

I glanced at my watch again for the ninety-fourth time. Ten minutes was up. I took a deep breath and headed upstairs. Ellie's bedroom door was closed and I knocked gently on the door.

"Come in, Charlie." I took a deep breath and opened the door, not knowing what I'd find. She'd pulled the drapes, and the room was dimly lit by a low-wattage bedside lamp casting a golden glow. She was sitting on her bed, back against the padded headboard. As far as I could see, she was dressed exactly as she had been downstairs, except that now she was wearing stockings. Or pantyhose, God forbid. She smiled at me, soft, loving, the color high in her cheeks again. She patted the bed beside her. "Come and sit here, lover."

I'm pretty sure I didn't stumble, but that evening has so many high spots it's highly probable I developed selective amnesia. My prick was uncomfortable, but not fully erect, so I could manage to move okay. Just. I kicked my shoes off and sat myself beside Ellie, back against the headboard. She smiled up at me.

"Charlie, I've been thinking."

"You don't want to go through with it?" I couldn't believe how disappointed I was.

"Oh, I do, silly. No, it's what we were talking about in the park, yesterday. About hand-jobs and blow-jobs, sort of thing. You said Thelma gave you a blow-job?"

"Yeah, that's right. She was good, too."

"Did you, um, eat her, ever?"

I looked down at Ellie. I could tell my answer to this question was important. "Yes, I did. I think it was my eating Thelma's pussy that prompted her to give me a blow-job."

"Didn't your clothing get in the way? I mean, where did you do it?"

"On her folks' couch, when they were out. Clothing? I got Thelma out of her skirt, slid off her panties and unfastened her blouse and bra. Bless her, it was front-fastening."

"So, she was bottomless," Ellie laughed, "so to speak, and open wide?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What about you?"

"Sweatshirt off, jeans and shorts round my ankles, I guess."

"Wouldn't you have been more comfortable naked?"

"Yes, but we reckoned we could get covered up pretty quick, if her folks came back."

Ellie smiled up at me, then flushed and looked away. "Charlie, I want to give you a blow-job, before we fuck, and I want you to eat me, too," she said, so quietly I could hardly hear her.

I smiled down at her. "I think I can tolerate that."

Ellie laughed. "I think we should be naked, too. That way we can move if we need to, without worrying about tangled clothing."

"Makes sense," I said, my prick twitching even further towards hardness. Before I realized what was happening, Ellie had scrambled off the bed. She had a portable Hi-Fi set on the dresser, and pressed 'play' on the tape.

"Watch me, lover," she whispered, as the music began to play. I had no idea what it was that was playing, but that it was bump'n'grind stripper music was beyond doubt. I've told you Ellie was pretty athletic. I reckon she could make a good living as a stripper. She was dynamite. Before she even had her skirt off my prick was rock-solid and I was squirming.

Ellie laughed, even as she was moving. "Take your clothes off, Charlie. Get comfortable." She threw her skirt at me, moving in time with the music, hands at the buttons of her blouse. Long, it covered her panties, but I could see suspender straps clipped to her stockings, and my prick twitched again. I groaned, easing my zip over the mountain, popped the stud at my waistband, and pushed my jeans down, kicking them off over my feet. I sat up and hauled my sweatshirt over my head, throwing it aside. My socks followed, and I was naked, except for an obscenely tented pair of boxer shorts.

Ellie took her hands from her buttons for a moment to applaud me. I grinned at her, indicating my boxers. "They go, when I see your breasts."

She laughed, loosening the one remaining button on her blouse. Fixing my eyes with hers, her fingers gripping the lapels, she slowly opened the blouse and let it slide back off her shoulders, catching it on one hand and flinging it at me as she pirouetted. I'd seen Ellie loads of times in her bikini, and good as she looked in it, in her underwear, no more revealing, she was dynamite.

Her underwear was sin-scarlet red, half-cup bra, tiny briefs - a thong, I realized as she pirouetted again - garter belt. She was loosening the garter straps as she moved to the music, unclipping the belt and throwing it at me, twirling again, then dancing on the spot, sinuous, exciting. She fixed me with her eyes again, as her hands went to the fastening of her bra. Front, like Thelma's. She kept her hands together for a moment until, at a climactic moment in the music, she threw her arms apart, letting the bra hang loose and free, exposing her breasts to me for the first time, the bra dropping to the floor as she lowered her arms.

Ellie's breasts are beautiful. She's not big, and I don't think they dropped at all after her bra went. I'm almost certain Ellie's bras are for decoration, not support. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, beautifully shaped, so cuppable, crowned by erect little nubbins on inch-across areolae, deep pink against her tan. An idle part of my brain registered - no tan lines! Wow! Where? She idled on the spot, hips moving, feet still. She grinned at me.

"Get them off, Charlie."

I smiled, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, lifting my ass so I could move them down. When my ass hit the bed again, the only thing stopping my shorts from moving was my erection, and I had to lift the front over the obstruction. I paused, still covered as far as Ellie was concerned, and fixed her with my eye. She was still moving on the spot, but now her hands were caressing her breasts for me. I groaned and she grinned again. I pushed the boxers down and let the front snap back against my thighs as I pushed them down. Ellie stopped moving for a moment, her gaze fixed on my prick, rock-hard, an expression on her face that I found almost impossible to define, combining pleasure, surprise and - I think - pure lust.

Her gaze came up to mine and we locked eyes. She smiled widely and licked her lips, her thumbs going to the waistband of her minuscule panties. Never ceasing her hip movements, she began to push them down, but as she did, she turned away from me, so that I watched the thong sliding out of her ass crack, dropping free. She loosened the panties from her hands and they fell to her feet. Still with her back to me - not that I was complaining, because Ellie's ass is pure poetry; tight, firm, rounded - she stepped clear with one foot, hooked the toe of her other foot into the waistband, spun on her toes and flicked the panties at me with her foot. I caught them and stared at her as she dropped into the classic glamour pose, weight on one foot, the other leg bent, her hands on her thighs, fingers spread.

I could see the cleft of her pussy clearly, for she'd shaved it and the lips were bare of hair, just a little rabbit-scut tuft on her mons. Her eyes caught mine and I grinned, lifting her panties to my nose and breathing deeply. Fresh spring soap and super-heated sexy woman. Ellie moved towards me, crawling onto the bed, her gaze locked on mine. As I put her panties to one side she laid herself half along my side and her lips came to mine in our first lovers' kiss.

Gentle at first, learning, exploring, the heat we'd already built up leaked into our kiss and made us hotter. Ellie's lips were soft, warm, slightly salty under the strawberry flavor of her lipstick, and they parted easily to the gentle pressure of my tongue, hers coming out to duel with mine in the arena of our mouths, sparring, striking, nimble, exciting. Ellie moaned into the kiss, her lips moving against mine.