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 Ella's Story-1-Young Girls and Webcams

   By billy69boy

   (In collaboration with my dear friend Ella)

   I'm a middle-aged guy, divorced for over 10 years.  I have two kids that
I see every so often, but basically I live alone, and I spend a lot of time
surfing the web, looking for kicks.  I am prone to seek out the younger
ladies, because hey, if you're going to dream you might as well dream big,
right?  Of course, I don't dream so big that the girls are too young: I
don't want to go to jail for anything, that's for sure.

   So, I was drifting around the various chat rooms, and I came across a
discussion on camming, or playing with someone via webcams.  I got to
chatting with the group, and I asked if anyone wanted to cam with me.  One
of the chat members agreed right away, and I got excited: I've never tried
anything like web camming, although I know my laptop has one attached to
it. But I didn't even know how I felt about showing my junk to a complete
stranger on camera.  Still, I was intrigued enough to follow up with the
person on the Private Message feature of the site.  I expressed my
reluctance, but the girl I talked with was very reassuring, and she
convinced me that it would be "fun".  So, off we went to our respective
laptop cams, and we began.

   I gathered right away that the whole deal is supposed to be anonymous,
so nobody shows their face, just their genitals.  That's fine with me, and
soon I was gazing at some girl's spread open legs, proudly displaying her
smooth, bald pussy for my visual excitement.  I responded by lining up my
camera and showing her my cock and balls, which are also shaved clean.  I
already had a fairly erect member, even before anything else happened.

   I also realized that we could chat while we're playing with ourselves
for each other's pleasure.  I guess it was an interesting diversion, and
she typed first: "So, what do you think so far?" she said.  "Your pussy is
beautiful," I replied.  "Thanks!  I like your cock too!" "Thanks," I said,
stroking it a little.  "Do you do this sort of thing very often?" "I just
started a few months ago...I love it.  I get a big rush from fingering
myself for other people I don't even know.  Ha-ha." "Oh, well, in that
case, let me see you finger yourself then!"

   She started immediately, rubbing her index finger teasingly up and down
her slit, and paying particular attention to her clit.  It was obvious she
was not new at this.  My hard-on got bigger and stiffer as I watched and
stroked.  She really did have a perfect pussy, and I could tell she was
young: Uh oh, I better ask right away before this goes any further:

   "So, how old are you, honey?  And what's your name?" I asked outright.
"Um, I'm 19, and my name is Ella.  And that's my real name too," she
replied, "and how about you?" Oh, shit, I thought, scrambling for the right
answer: "I'm in my 20's, and my name is Nick," I offered.
"Hi Nick, your cock looks so big and juicy," came her answer.  And so we
were off.  I quickly discovered that I could suggest things for her to do,
and she was only too happy to oblige.  She was really more interested in
performing for me than anything else, which was fine by me.  I just kept
slowly stroking my stiff member as I told her what I wanted to see: she
could easily slide four fingers into her wet snatch, and make them

disappear, which completely blew my mind.

   We started camming a few times a week after that, and I really looked
forward to our sessions, for obvious reasons.  I tried to come up with new
stuff for her to try, and she aIways responded in spades.  One night I told
her to get her hairbrush and stick the handle inside her cunt.  She thought
that idea was kind of odd, but she did it for me.  Wow, that really turned
me on.  The sight of her fucking herself with her favorite hairbrush was
definitely arousing, especially because I could see that she was getting
ready to cum as a result.

   I asked her to scoot her butt closer to the camera, because I wanted to
see her pink star up close.  She giggled as she slid her ass closer to the
camera, and I almost went off right then when she spread her cheeks for me,
without even waiting for me to ask.  I suspected that she had already done
all this before I ever came along.  I knew she was the one with the camming
experience, and I think she enjoyed knowing that I was a newbie.

   Before I could even say anything, her fingers were probing her dark
passage and it was probably the hottest thing I had ever seen.  Wow, could
she make me hot!  We both eventually got off for each other, and called it
a night.  But, not before planning our next encounter for two nights later.

   When the time came, I couldn't wait to log on and see if Ella would show
up as planned.  Sure enough, the first thing I saw on my screen was her
eagerly spread legs and fabulous young pussy staring me in the face. 
"Hello, Ella," I said, probably too excitedly, "how are you tonight?" "I'm
fine, Nick, and ready for some fun!" "Me too!  What do you have planned for
me tonight?" "Anything you want!" she replied eagerly, "What would you
like?" I felt like a kid in a candy store: "Well, I like to watch you
penetrate your pussy with things, that really gets me hot," I explained,
"do you have any interesting objects to play with?" "Um, I don't know, let
me think," she offered, "Hey, I have this soda bottle here, would you like
to see that?" "Oh yeah, that would be good for starters," I said
encouragingly.  I sat back stroking my hard cock, as I watched her insert
the bottle neck into her pink opening, and slowly draw it in and out.  Her
other hand was busy teasing her clit, as she bottle-fucked herself for me.
She was so accommodating, and eager to please.  She also liked to watch me
ejaculate; it seemed to fascinate her to no end, and she would stop
whatever she was doing when I announced that I was going to cum.  Her
interest made the experience even that much more intense, and I noticed I
came loads whenever she was watching.

   We connected with each other for the longest time.  I remember nights
when she would surprise me with some new insertions that she thought up
during the day: a banana one day, or a cucumber another time, and she
always gave me the best performances.  I know she got off on it too, and so
it was definitely a mutual thing between us.

   After several months of contact, we naturally ended up talking about a
lot of stuff unrelated to our private sex shows: we discovered that we
lived pretty close to each other, and we even knew some of the same
families.  She told me where she went to school, and I told her that I
worked as the night shift supervisor at a local warehouse.  Still, the only
thing we ever showed each other was our genitalia.  We developed a free and
easy relationship, and we pretty much exhausted every possible combination
of things two people could do via webcam.  So, after an entire year of
getting to "know" each other, I finally got up the nerve to ask the
ultimate question: "What do you think about the idea of meeting up in real
life?" I asked nervously.  "Um, well, I don't know..." came her reply,
"I'll have to think about it." "Well, okay.  I don't want to freak you out
or anything.  Just think about it and get back to me," I replied gently.

   Two weeks passed without any contact between us.  I was pretty sure I
blew our whole set-up and I would never hear from her again.  It was my own
fault for trying to make something happen that I knew was probably out of
the question.  She was a lot younger than me, and why would she even
consider meeting up with me?  I was convinced I had blown the deal big
time. And then I got a one word email:

   "Okay."

   Holy crap!  I was both elated and scared to death: as much fun as we had
on camera, how was I going to explain that I was really 54, and not 'in my
20's' as I told her early on?  My mind raced with possible scenarios, but I
knew I couldn't pass up the chance to meet this young girl, no matter what.
We had developed a strong bond over the past year, and I hoped she would
somehow look past our age difference.

   She told me that she stayed after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays for
cheerleader practice, and then she walked to the library to study before
heading home.  The thought of her in a cheerleader outfit was enough to
throw me for a loop, but I forced myself to concentrate on finding a place
for us to meet that wouldn't arouse suspicions.  As it so happened, the
local Cineplex Theater was located between Ella's school and the town
library.  The parking lot was always at least half full, day and night, and
so we arranged for her to look for my red van parked in the middle of the
lot.

   When the day came for our first meeting, I was out of my mind with
trepidation: so many things could go wrong.  We could get caught
immediately.  She might get cold feet.  Maybe she couldn't find my van in
the theater lot.  Perhaps my van might get surrounded by cop cars...holy
shit!  What the fuck was I thinking??  And then, the passenger door opened,
and up hopped a pretty young girl who unceremoniously plunked down in the
seat next to me.

   "Hi, I'm Ella," she announced, even as a frown came over her face.

   "Hello, Ella, I'm Nick," I responded, as calmly as I could.  Her
cheerleader outfit was enough to make me cum without even touching my cock.
But my reverie was short lived when I began to finally put it all together:
Ella was a high school cheerleader, so the idea of her being 19 was
obviously bogus.  And she probably wasn't 18 either:

   "Ella, you are beautiful, but I wonder how old you really are?" I said,
as nicely as possible.  She smirked, and looked me in the eye:

   "Well, you sure don't look like you're in your "twenties", Nick!"

   I could feel my face turning red.  "Okay, you got me there.  Are we
going to come clean about our ages then?" I challenged her.

   "Well, er, I'm actually 14, but I'll be 15 soon," she answered
hesitantly.  I gulped, and was ready to throw her out of my van.  I really
didn't need this, I thought.  The idea of getting caught playing around
with such a young girl made me queasy inside.  I silently chastised myself
for pretending that she was of legal age all this time, when I should have
known better.  But then she distracted me by her direct and valid question:

   "So, how old are you really, Nick?"

   I couldn't help but be truthful with her after her confession:

   "I'm really 54, sweetie," was all I could say.

   Ella squirmed noticeably in her seat, eyeing me up suspiciously.  "54??
Cripes!  My parents are only in their 30's!  You're old enough to be my
grandfather!" she exclaimed, a hurt look crossing her face, as if she
couldn't believe that I had deceived her so.

   Well, it was true, and I couldn't deny it.  I figured right then and
there that our yearlong web cam adventure was coming to an end, and I
couldn't blame her.  I had no idea she was so young.  It meant that she was
really only 13 when we started camming...wow!  I really AM one of those
perverts who deserve to go to jail, I thought.  At the very least, now that
I knew her real age, I had to put an end to this:

   "Sweetheart, as much as I loved having the opportunity to meet you, I 'm
afraid we better just call it quits.  I'm sorry I lied about my age.  But
it is illegal for an adult to play with someone as young as you, and I
don't want either one of us to get in trouble," I said calmly and
sincerely.

   Ella sat quietly, her arms wrapped across her chest in a self-protective
manner.  I could kind of see the wheels going around in her head.  Her
prolonged silence finally gave me time to observe her physical attributes.
Her big blue eyes and long dark blonde hair were truly captivating, and I
found myself trying to catch my breath and slow down my heart rate.

   "You better just go now.  I'm sorry, Ella," I suggested in as gentle a
manner as possible.  I certainly didn't intend to hurt her feelings.  She
stayed silent for several more moments, and then she looked over at me
sadly.  Tears were welling up in her eyes, and my heart felt like it was
breaking in two.

   And then, she threw open the door, and bolted from my van.  In my rear
view mirror I could see her running through the parking lot, clutching her
backpack in her folded arms.

   Chills ran up and down my spine.  I was surprised how upset I was to
lose her, and I hated myself for upsetting the poor girl, and making her
cry.  I felt like an old shoe, worthless, and with no good reason to
continue to exist.  I sat for a few more minutes before pulling myself
together and heading for home.  Along the way, I tried to convince myself
that I had done the right thing, finally, and it was all for the best.  But
I could sense that I felt an immediate emptiness in my heart, and I knew I
would miss her terribly.  Truth be told, I had developed a true affection
for young Ella, and the aching in my soul was palpable and painful.

   Weeks passed, and I heard nothing.  I was convinced I would never hear
from Ella again.  Even as I tried to assure myself that it was all for the
best, I still found myself thinking about her, and sometimes dreaming of
her at night.  I didn't dare reach out to her, even though I could have
sent her an email.  The damage was done, and I had to find a way to move
on, or it would eat me up inside.

   A few more weeks passed, and winter was finally turning to spring.  I
welcomed the warmer weather, and felt like the world was reawakening: new
beginnings, and the promise of fresh starts, and all those other springtime
clichés.  I wouldn't say I forgot about Ella, but I was feeling better
about ending our relationship before any serious consequences
happened...and yet, deep down, I knew that we had forged a special bond
between us, and I quietly mourned my loss.

   Imagine my surprise when I opened up my email account, and saw a message
from 'E', simply titled: 'Sorry'.  The blood rushed to my head so fast, it
gave me a brief headache:

   "Hi Nick," it read, "I am sorry for everything.  Please meet me on
Thursday." 'E'.

   I almost jumped out of my skin!  I couldn't believe she wrote...and, she
wanted to see me!  As it was only Monday, I didn't know what to do with
myself for the four days until Thursday.  I finally calmed down enough to
temper my exuberance with some sensible thoughts: I had to remind myself
that I still had no business getting involved with someone as young as
Ella, obviously.  And I wasn't really sure what she had in mind, either. 
Who knows, maybe she came to tell me she told her parents about us, or
maybe she notified the authorities, or lord knows what else.  So, I vowed
to remain level-headed, and try to keep an open mind.

   Thursday afternoon finally arrived, and my heart was thumping in my
chest like crazy, as I waited for her in the theater parking lot.  I took a
deep breath as I watched her saunter towards my van.  She was wearing her
regular school uniform instead of her cheerleader outfit, as the school
year was winding down, and cheering gave way to studying, followed by final
exams in a couple months.  She opened the passenger door, slung her
backpack inside, and followed.  I said nothing, as I laid eyes on her for
the first time in over a month.  She had somehow managed to become more
stunningly delectable during that time away than I had remembered.

   She looked down at her lap at first, avoiding eye contact with me.  For
the first time, I realized that she was really a shy, unsure 14 year old,
and not the '19' year old she had portrayed herself to be on cam, all full
of bravado and self-confidence.

   "Hi Nick," she whispered weakly.

   "Hello, Ella," I responded as calmly as I could.  I thought it best to
let her lead the conversation, and I refrained from making any moves that
might upset her.

   "Thanks for coming," she continued, and I just smiled and nodded.

   "I just wanted to tell you I'm really sorry for everything, I guess,"
she explained softly.

   "It's okay, honey, you really don't have anything to be sorry for," I
replied warmly.  She fidgeted nervously in her seat, playing with her
fingers.  Finally, she looked straight ahead out the windshield:

   "Well, I guess I never thought about how much trouble I could get you
in...I was just so excited to finally meet you, and then when you told me
how old you were..." her voice trailed off.  She shifted around and faced
me, looking me in the eye: "And then you told me to leave..." tears were on
their way, and now I was the one who was uncomfortable in my seat.  She
cocked her head to one side, and I could see the pleading in her eyes.  I
just had to hug her, and I did.  I wrapped my arms around her, and she
snuggled up to me, seeking comfort, and she found it.  We embraced for
several minutes, not moving or speaking.  She sobbed a little at first, but
quickly regained her composure, wiping the dampness from her eyes.  She
gently freed herself from my grasp, and sat up facing me.  I could see that
she was struggling for the right words to say:

   "You see, Nick...it's just that...um...I don't want to stop seeing you,"
she confessed, "we've known each other for over a year now: we've done a
lot of fun things on camera together, and I feel really comfortable with
you.  I don't care about our ages and all that stuff.  I was so happy
meeting you, and then I was really upset when you asked me to leave," she
explained, and then went on:

   "I might be too young, and I get that, but the truth is, I can feel
myself getting, um, sexier by the day; not sexier, I guess, er...hornier.
No, I mean...I have needs, okay?  And the boys my age are just not...well,
you know.  I am curious about sex, and I want to try everything...and I
want to do it with someone I feel safe with.  And that's you, Nick.  And I
promise I will keep our relationship a secret."

   She reached out and took my hand in hers, and caressed it lovingly.  I
couldn't speak at first.  I looked into her big eyes, and I could peer into
her pure soul; an innocent young lady on the brink of coming of age, and
she was asking me to trust her and teach her everything I knew about the
world of erotica.  I guess I hesitated a little too long, because she
continued her very convincing sales pitch without waiting for any response
from me.  I got the feeling that she became emboldened by her ability to
put her feelings into words that made at least some sense, and I admit I
was quite impressed.

   "I want you to touch me; no one has ever touched me but me," she
explained quietly.  "When I'm lying in my bed at night, I love thinking
about you...licking me...and kissing me, and doing anything you want with
me, because I know it will all feel good..."

   Holy crap!  I was in shock...delirious and delicious shock!  What the
fuck was someone supposed to do in my position?  I was like a grandfather
to this young, inexperienced girl, and yet, she was proposing a
relationship that can only be fantasized about.  Was it worth going to
prison for?  Will it cause her irreparable harm?  All these thoughts were
going through my mind, as she turned towards me in her seat and subtly
unbuttoned the top three buttons of her white school blouse.  She
simultaneously stretched out her long, athletic legs in my direction.  They
were silky smooth and tight to the touch.  It was obvious even at her young
age that she was fully aware of the sexual power she wielded.  Her inviting
eyes made my choice a no brainer:

   She took my hand and placed it gently on her bare leg, above her white
knee socks.  She smiled up at me, and slid down the seat a bit, saying
nothing.  I lightly rubbed up and down her leg, reveling in its silkiness:
her young firm flesh willingly succumbing under my trembling fingertips.

   By then, she had succeeded in unbuttoning her blouse completely, opening
it up to reveal her white cotton bra.  Mindful that we were still sitting
in the front seat, I suggested she follow me to the back of my van.  She
willingly obliged.  There were no windows back there, so we had complete
privacy, even in the daylight.  When we got situated next to each other on
the mattress, I kissed her fully on the mouth, and she responded in kind.
Our hungry tongues found each other's, and they intertwined smoothly, like
two silk scarves.  For a 14 year old, she could kiss passionately enough
that my cock rose up and begged for attention.  My lips left hers and
continued down her young neck, as my hands groped her firm tits.  She
sighed loudly in response, quickly removed her bra first, and then her
blouse as well, shamelessly presenting her bare bosom to me.  Surprised by
her eagerness, I took her budding breasts into my hands, and then my mouth.
Her whole body shuddered as I gently sucked on her hard nipples.

   "Oh God, Nick, that feels so good!  Oh, thank you so much!" she breathed
into my ear.  I smiled broadly to myself, trying to remember the last time
my cock was this hard.  She slid down on the mattress, pulling my head down
with her, and squashing my mouth on her tits.  I sucked them and fondled
them, and she squirmed around under me, acting as if it was the best thing
that ever happened to her.  She reached down and pulled her plaid skirt up
to her waist, revealing her matching white panties, and guided my hand
right to her obvious wetness.  My fingers found her hot spot, and she
spread her legs open wide, encouraging me to probe her sex further.  I
pulled her panties aside with one finger, and slipped another finger into
her pussy, causing her to jump like she was electrically shocked.  She was
so wet, I had no trouble adding a second finger and I pushed them in as far
as they would go.  Immediately, her body began convulsing, and she came
quickly, bucking hard against my fingers, as I continued to suck her proud,
ample tits.  I was impressed (and thankful!) that she was able to refrain
from any loud responses that could have invited potentially unwanted
attention outside the van.

   When she finished twisting and writhing under my body, she pushed me
off, sat up, and guided me down onto the mattress, exposing my cock
swinging in the breeze.  She wrapped her tender hand around my girth, and
slowly pumped it as she leaned over for a better view.  I watched as her
eyes grew big and she leaned down to accept my shaft in her hot mouth. 
Wow, what an amazing sensation!  Knowing that it was the first time she had
ever seen a real cock, much less touched one was a complete rush for me. 
And the feeling of her young lips and hot mouth encircling my shaft made it
difficult to keep from cumming right away.

   Ella licked and sucked my throbbing cock to orgasm in only a few
minutes, which wasn't surprising.  After we were both sated, she rearranged
her uniform, jumped up and headed for the door:

   "I have to get to the library now...I'll see you next Tuesday!  Bye!"
she declared, disappearing, as I struggled to gain my equilibrium.

   I drove home in a daze.  I was at once amazed at my good fortune, but
also scared to death at the possible ramifications of my actions.  I wanted
Ella in the worst way, but I wondered if it was worth the obvious risk if
we got caught.  Plus, I worried about causing her a lifetime of regretful
memories.  Still, being the lustful cretin that I am, I was in the theater
parking lot on the following Tuesday, with my heart all aflutter, and my
raging hard-on barely contained.

   I could see her walking towards my van, and I thought I might pass out.
She was so beautiful and innocent, again wearing her sexy schoolgirl
outfit. She was taller and more developed than most 14 year olds, and she
carried herself well.  She jumped into the passenger seat wearing a big
smile.

   "Hi Nick!  I was hoping you'd come back," was her greeting...like I
would miss an opportunity like this.

   "Hi Ella, it is very nice to see you again," I replied lamely.

   "Well, Sir, I have been thinking about you a lot, and I'm excited to be
here," she replied.

   "Whoa, Ella, what's with this 'Sir' stuff?" I shot back.

   "Well, I mean it as a sign of...er...respect," she explained.  "If you
are my 'Sir', that makes me your, um, sex slave."

   I almost swallowed my tongue on that one.  "My Sex Slave?" I repeated.

   "Well, um, I want to do whatever you say, so yes, I want to be your sex
slave," she answered.

   Wow, I thought, this whole thing is just too good to be true:

   "Ella, sweetheart, I'm not sure where you are coming from...I mean, why
me?  Why an older man who is old enough to be your grandfather?" I asked
her sincerely.

   "I already told you, I trust you, Nick...I mean Sir...and maybe I feel
comfortable with you...you seem nice," she offered as her explanation, "Now
can we move to the back?"

   I became aware that we really only had a few minutes together before she
would have to run off to the library, so I followed her back to the
mattress.

   "I would like you to lick me, Sir," she suggested: Here was my Slave
calling the shots, which made me chuckle to myself.  Ella spread her legs
as she uttered her request.  I wasted no time: I pushed her red pleated
skirt up, and pulled off her panties.  Her bare pussy stared me in the
face, and down I went: oh my, she tasted like one would expect a 14 year
old pussy to taste like: sweet, pure, and with a hint of salty perspiration
remaining from her school day that just ended.

   I was in my glory, sniffing and licking her labia ever so gently,
knowing that I was the first person to ever have the opportunity to taste
her virginal cunt.  When I gingerly took her clit between my teeth and
nibbled on it, she responded by gripping my hair with both her hands, and
moaning lustily.  She thrust her hips up to meet my mouth, grinding her
quivering pussy against my soaked face as she tightened her grip on my
locks.  I sucked her teenage cunt vigorously, and she trapped my head by
squeezing her thighs tightly against it, defying me to try and get free.

   "Christ, Nick!  Oh that's it, THAT'S FUCKING IT!!  OH LORD!  OH GOD!! 
OH, YES, OH FUCK YES!!" She writhed and groaned and burst forth with an
orgasm the likes of which I had never had the pleasure of being a part of,
until now.  I had no choice but to ride out the storm, as it were, such was
the grip she maintained on my hair, and the vise-lock her strong thighs had
on my head.  I just kept licking and sucking her sweet cunt until her
spasms finally subsided.

   Wow, I thought, such is the intensity of youth.  How fortunate for me
that I was able to bring her to such a dramatic climax.  Needless to say,
my cock was raging as a result.  I climbed up her lithe body as she gained
control of her breathing, and literally sat on her chest, her arms pinned
by her side, with my cock poised over her mouth.  She opened her eyes and
smiled.  Her tongue appeared, and she eagerly lapped at my rigid member. 
'Ecstasy' is hardly a worthy word for how her juicy mouth, and her
willingness, made me feel, as I guided my manhood into her waiting mouth.
The velvety sensation of her hot tongue on my flaming rod was more than I
could handle: I shot my load almost immediately, into her mouth and all
over her face, exercising no control whatsoever.  I hadn't come so much
in...well, never!  Ella tried to capture it all, which made me even more
excited, and perhaps...grateful...might be the proper word.

   "Thank you Sir," was all she offered, as she pushed me off, cleaned her
face up with a towel, got dressed and made her way to the door.  "See you
next Thursday!" she declared over her shoulder, as she bounded out of my
van and headed for the library.

   "Okay!" was all I was capable of responding, which didn't really matter
because she was already gone like the wind.  I sat alone for several
minutes as I got back in the driver's seat.  I was obviously conflicted,
and understandably so: I knew what we were doing was wrong, with
potentially devastating consequences for both of us, but Ella was like a
gift from on high, and our budding relationship was the most precious thing
to ever happen to me, and I didn't want to let her go.  Apparently she was
clear about her feelings too, so that made it easier to continue.

   Ella and I continued to meet twice a week for several months, but only
ever for not much more than 20 to 30 minutes at a time.  We stuck to manual
and oral gratification, mainly because it was quick and easy.  We did
manage to explore each other anally, and I discovered that she absolutely
loved it when my finger would penetrate her pink rosebud as I licked her
pussy to orgasm.  She also adored it when my tongue found her forbidden
entrance, and I loved rimming her and pushing my stiff tongue deep into her
tight ass.

   But, summer vacation was rapidly approaching, and we discussed possible
options for our trysts.  We both longed for more time together where we
could take our time and experiment with some of the kinky ideas we
constantly kicked around.  She insisted on calling me Sir, and really
seemed to want to try some B & D role playing, maybe some mild spanking and
such, but mostly she craved "being fucked" by her Master (as she described
it), in every way possible.  Hearing all that made my dirty mind shift into
overdrive, and I began to fantasize about all sorts of scenarios we could
enact, if only we had the proper time and place to do it.

   Then, one day towards the end of her school year, Ella told me she had a
plan.  I was all ears.  She explained that her parents were going away for
a long weekend, and they told her she could stay with her girlfriend if she
made the arrangements.  Her younger twin sisters would be staying with
their grandmother.  Her parents would be going to Las Vegas from Thursday
afternoon until Monday night, but Ella told her girlfriend that her parents
were going away Saturday night until Sunday afternoon.

   'Did I want to meet up with her on any of her free nights?' OH, DID I
EVER!!  I told her I wanted to see her every night that she was free.  This
seemed to please her to no end, which made me very happy too.

   We agreed that we could safely spend Thursday and Friday night together,
and then I would drop her off at the Cineplex to meet her girlfriend on
Saturday afternoon.  They would go see a movie, and then Ella would spend
the night with the girl and her parents.  I would pick her up again at the
movie theater on Sunday afternoon, and we would spend Sunday night and all
day Monday together.

   And so it was settled.  I had several days to prepare.  I called work
and took a week off.  I had tons of vacation time built up, and they were
only too happy to oblige.  Next, I made reservations at an obscure motel I
knew of, some 2 hours drive away, so as not to have to worry about running
into anyone we knew.  (Actually, I did know someone in the area, which is
how I knew about the motel.  She was an old lesbian friend of mine named
Nora that I had met in college.)

   I explained on the phone to the motel clerk that my nephew and I would
be in town for a weekend long softball tournament, so we would require a
room with two double beds.  I paid in advance with my credit card, and then
I went about purchasing all the things we might need to make our meeting as
memorable as possible: special outfits for the occasion (like a softball
uniform, ball cap and sneakers, as well as a few negligees and sexy
dresses) accessories (like a bat bag full of bats, a softball glove and
softballs, as well as rope, restraints, toys of all varieties), some food,
munchies, and drinks.

   When I picked Ella up at the Cineplex that Thursday afternoon, we drove
off like two excited kids going to meet Santa Claus.  The long ride gave
Ella plenty of time to change into sneakers, boy jeans and a loose fitting
softball uniform top (to hide her feminine figure), and she managed to
somehow stuff all of her gorgeous hair underneath her ball cap.  By the
time we arrived at the motel, it was already dusk.  Ella stayed in the van
as I went in and got the keys to our room.  We drove around the back of the
complex and parked.  We quickly unloaded all our bags, making sure she was
seen lugging her bat bag into the room, while I managed the cooler.

   Once inside, we drew the drapes, and fell into a long embrace.  She
kissed me as passionately as I've even been kissed by anyone, pulled back
and looked into my eyes:

   "Thank you, Sir!"

   "Oh my, no, Ella.  Thank YOU!" It was all I could think of to say to
her. Somehow I could never manage a clever comeback line to anything she
ever said, such was my infatuation with her.

   We looked around the room and it was quite Spartan in its offerings: two
double beds, a wooden desk and matching chair, and a barely adequate
bathroom.  But, to us it was heaven.  I quickly opened one of the suitcases
as Ella kicked off her sneakers and pulled off her baseball cap, allowing
her lush hair to cascade over her shoulders.

   "Here, sweetheart, put this on," I said, as I held up a silky black
Victoria's Secret negligee with matching panties.  Ella looked up and
blushed, smiling.

   "Yes Sir!" she exclaimed, grabbed the outfit out of my hands and eagerly
padded off to the bathroom.