Chapter 6: Ellen

Colleen was halfway across the park when I caught up with her. It was a dark night and if it hadn't been for her catching her toe on something I would not have found her.

"Shit!" I heard her holler, giving her position away. I laughed because I was finding it tough going without shoes too.

She heard my laugh and started to run, but she was no match for my speed. I caught up with her as she was crawling between the fence rails. She grunted when I grabbed her at the waist. We had a tug of war but I was successful in pulling her back to my side of the fence.

"I never want to see you again, Sammy Oldham," she said, fighting my attempt to hold her in my arms.

"I want to see you. What time is your flight? May I see you tomorrow before you go?" I hadn't forgotten about my 'date' with Ellen, which I was willing to forego if it meant spending a few minutes with Colleen.

"You'll never see me again. I'm never coming back here. Facing Mr. Oldham and Suzanne would be too embarrassing. What must they think of me?"

"They were laughing at both of us when I left just now. Mr. Oldham made me come after you so I could walk you home like a gentleman."

She pounded on my chest, crying. "Everyone will know they caught me in your room. I'll be the laughing stock of the neighborhood."

I didn't know what to say. I could assure her that Mr. Oldham and Suzanne would never say anything, but in her state of mind she would not believe me. I quoted the mother's answer from The Sick Child.

"Fear not at all: the night is still.

Nothing is here that means you ill-

Nothing but lamps the whole town through,

And never a child awake but you."

When I finished she was in my arms, her head on my shoulder. "Oh Sammy, I didn't mean it. I want to see you again too."

"Does that mean I can see you tomorrow?"

"No, it wouldn't be a good idea. I would want you to kiss me goodbye, and my parents wouldn't understand. No amount of explaining would make them understand. But you can kiss me now."

We kissed and she began to cry. She put her wet cheek next to mine and whispered, "They wouldn't understand. I'll be home for Thanksgiving. Will you want to see me then? I'll want to see you so much. I'll write. Will you write to me?"

"I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I'll want to see you. Yes, I'll write to you," I said. She was backing away from me until she reached the fence. She eased her butt on the top rail and I stood between her open legs as we kissed again.

"You're such a sweet boy. I can't wait for Thanksgiving either."

We walked across the street and to her house, but she wouldn't let me go up to the door with her. I ran back to the Oldham house, cursing the sand and small pebbles that cut into the bottom of my feet.

Ellen burst into my room the next morning before I had a chance to remove the towel and wet suits from the balcony rail. But I was up and had taken a leak. The glass she held on a tray was only half full of orange juice.

"Molly knocks on the door and waits for me to tell her to come in," I said, miffed by her abrupt manner. "And she brings me a full glass of orange juice," I added.

"I'm sorry if I don't please you like Molly does, Master Sammy. Does Molly please you?"

It was a standoff; I didn't know what to say. We were facing each other, me wearing my boxer shorts and she shifting the weight of her ass from one foot to the other. She got tired of waiting and started to walk towards the door.

"Wait," I said and she turned with her hand on the doorknob.

"Well? Does she?"

I didn't know how to answer her. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"And what would that be?" Her hand was turning the doorknob as if to open the door.

"I've got the twenty right here, see?" I grabbed a twenty dollar bill off my desk and held it up for her to see.

"Oh, that. Why didn't say so? Do you have smaller bills?"

I put the twenty back into the desk drawer and handed her a ten and two fives. Ellen dropped to her knees in front of me, placed the bills in a breast pocket and pulled my shorts down. She inspected my cock, gripped it at the base and looked up at me.

Buoyed by how she had accepted the money and how she had positioned herself on the floor, I became brave. "Show me your tits."

Ellen removed her hand from my cock and tilted her head like she was considering my demand. "That will cost you another five," she said.

I didn't hesitate but when I was sifting through the bills in my desk drawer Mr. Oldham's warning came to me. "Don't let her take advantage of you."

Ellen placed the five-dollar bill in her pocket and began unbuttoning the top part of her uniform. It took forever. "You want to do it, hon?" She said as she pushed her chest out to show me what she was offering for me to do. I dropped to my knees, put my arms around her and attempted to unfasten my first bra. I got it on the second try. She let the bra fall and watched closely as I stared at her breasts. They were about what I expected to see, not very big, but not too small either. I compared them to Becky's tits which were smaller, only more erect, and to Colleen's which I had not seen but actually touched. Colleen's nipples were definitely nicer.