Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: NorthernGent, (NorthernGent@Outlook.com)
Title: Ellen Learns Chess, Chapter 1 - One Day After Another
Summary: Ellen, a busty thirteen year old finds playing chess leads to
her sexual awakening.
Keywords: Mf, MFf , rom, 1st, con, anal, oral, con, toys, voy,

   PROLOG

   Meet Ellen Jean Nolen.  She lives in the town of Orchard Junction.  By
most standards, it is an average community of five thousand residents.  The
town boundary surrounds approximately five square miles of land.  The town
has a police force, a volunteer fire department, city hall with the
personnel of City Administration and a Public Works shop on the edge of the
business district.  The business community is served by a downtown square
as well as an enclosed shopping mall in the north-west section of town
aside the county highway.  There is a community hospital about four blocks
from the south side of the square.  The community has four schools; Orchard
Junction High School, W.  Irving Junior High School, G.  Washington
Elementary and A.  Lincoln Elementary.

   Ellen is a thirteen year old who attends the Junior High School.  She is
in the eighth grade.  She is a 'C-' student.  Not because she is dumb, but
nothing in school perks her interest.  Actually, she is pretty smart, but
not being motivated affects almost everything.  She used to be a highly
active and curious about everything.  In elementary school she was at the
top of her class in almost all subjects.  Many considered her as the
teacher's pet.

   Then a couple things happened that changed everything for Ellen when she
was in the sixth grade.  Her grandmother died.  That affected her
profoundly.  At the same time Ellen began to develop physically.  Being the
first in her grade to begin growing actual breasts, she became a target of
jealous taunts of the girls in her class.  Her pubic hair began to fill in.
The sixth grader was the first to wear an actual bra.  This did not escape
the notice of her detractors.  Additionally some of the rude boys in her
class decided that they would cop-a-feel of her developing tits.  Although
covered by her shirt and bra, the over eager grabs by the boys caused her
tits pain.  Some of the other girls witnessed the boy's advances and
started teasing her as being a slut.

   During the same time in her life, while taking out the trash from her
apartment, she found in the garbage cans a shopping bag with four Playboy
Magazines sticking out of the top of it.  The most visible one had a
scantily clad female pop-star on the cover which happened to be Ellen's
favorite.  The cover head line read "Interview and Photos." She grabbed the
bag and walked back up to her second floor apartment.  Her mother was not
at home yet so she went to her bedroom to read the article.  When she
opened the magazine to her surprise was photos of naked women in various
settings in different poses.  As she thumbed through the pages she saw
perhaps fifty photos of beautiful women - - - all naked.

   "Ellen, I am home!" she heard her mom, Barbara, shout from the living
room.

   Ellen quickly hid the Playboy's.  After supper and an evening of
watching television, she told her mom that she was going to bed.  She got
ready for bed, and got out the Playboys.  She looked at every one page by
page.  She saw hundreds of photos of naked women.  All of them beautiful.
There were girls with medium sized tits and some with much larger ones. 
But then it hit her... none of them had tits that looked like hers.  She
unbuttoned her pajama top and compared her tits to those in the magazines.
She took off her top and carried the magazine over to her full length
mirror on the back of her bedroom door.  Holding the magazine up, she
looked closely at her tits and that of the model on the centerfold page. 
Hers was much rounder, Ellen's had nipples that were equal in size of the
models, and the pinkish-brown part around the nipple was as wide as the
models.  Just about the size of golf ball, but that is where the likeness
ended.  Ellen's pinkish-brown part rose above the rest of her tit as much
as half a golf ball... maybe a little more when you consider that a almost
half an inch additional rise above the tit was there.  The model's brownish
area laid flat on her tits.

   Not having seen any female tits other than her mother's, and now seeing
a couple hundred of images of gorgeous and attractive women's breasts,
Ellen felt like a freak.  This did not help with her self-esteem or body
image issues.

   Summer finally arrived along with summer vacation.  A welcome relief. 
Going back to school in 7th Grade meant a new school, but unfortunately not
away from her 6th grade classmates.  The same tormentors were right there
spreading rumors and false truths about Ellen.  She withdrew from most of
her studies and did not participate in any social activities.  Ellen
started her periods about then to add to her personal issues.  As it would
turn out, 7th grade was a miserable year for Ellen.

   During the summer between her 7th and 8th grade years, she rediscovered
the park.  It soon became her favorite place to be.  Her mother had brought
her here when she was little, but now it seemed like a different place.  It
was a place she could be herself.  There she was comfortable to think about
her life and to amuse herself as she did.  But as all summers must do, this
one ended as all the others had.

   On to 8th Grade.  This is where our story really begins.  Ellen was now
a very attractive thirteen year old.  Her figure was more womanly.  Her
breasts were larger and filling in nicely.  She still had a boyish butt,
but her hips were starting to widen.  She stands 5'2" tall and weighs 115
pounds.  If you were to ask her what her measurements are, she would tell
you 32C-26-30, but indications are that should be 32D.

   She has Medium Ash Blonde hair that is long enough to come to her
shoulder blades.  Although the other girls in the class have their styled
in a more adult fashion, Ellen prefers to braid her hair.  A hold over from
a happier time for Ellen.  She has bluish-grey eyes.  Ellen's nose can be
described as slender but looks nice on her oval face.  She has a small
mouth, but very full pink lips.

   It seems as though the only people interested in her is the mean girls
at school who still continue to speculate and lie about Ellen, and the boys
who tormented her to see if they could cash in on the undeserved reputation
she had.

   Her itinerary at the end of the school day was to walk home, a trip that
usually lasted twenty minutes or so.  She would change clothes, usually
into a tank top or spaghetti strapped knit top and her old favorite
cut-offs.  They were size 28 Low Waist Women Denim Jeans that Ellen cut off
a year ago.  She cut the legs off starting with the crotch seam and
followed a line that cut right at the rear pocket bottom.  The cut was no
longer a clean cut, it had frayed about a half an inch or so depending on
the location.  Between the cut and the small size, they are a little tight
and the cut is a little high, but she knows how to display what little ass
she has!

   Then she heads to hang out at the park.  She usually comes home around
5:30 or 6:00, about the time that her mom comes home.

   Chapter 1

   Today is about like any other.  Except it is Wednesday... School lets
out an hour early on Wednesdays.  So today, Ellen is an hour earlier to the
park.  The park was just three blocks from her apartment building.  As she
had done so many times before, she walked into the park on the sidewalk
that went between to large brick columns that each had an iron gate
attached.  A sign on one of the columns read, "Orchard Junction", the other
read, "Municipal Park".  Ellen always thought it was funny that they would
build a gate to the park when there were no walls or fence - - - just a
gate.

   As she walked on the sidewalk, being the second week of October, she
could just see the beginning of the color change in the tree leaves.  It is
a little warmer than you would expect, a southern breeze is providing the
higher temperatures.  She looked off to the south and a little west; she
saw the parking lot with the road that was used to get into the park from
the west.  Continuing south was the swimming pool.  The water was drained,
and was ready for the winter.  To the south of the pool, was the showers
and clothing check in building.  To the south of that was the wading pool.
There were eight benches arraigned in a circle around that pool so mothers
could watch their kids.  Along the way throughout the park were picnic
tables and occasionally self-standing grills to barbeque on.  She was
walking toward the center of the park up a slight grade and could now see
to the east side of the park.  There was another parking lot over there
next to some tennis courts.  Just south of the pool and the tennis courts
were shelter houses and restrooms.  In the middle of the park there is a
playground with a Merry-go-round, Swings, Slides, Teeter totters, Monkey
Bars and what appeared to be a castle which was actually wooded ramps and
bridges that kids to climb to the top.  Ellen liked to climb up there and
sit.  She could see the entire park from that vantage point.  Singing was
her favorite thing to do; she loved the feel of air flowing past her head
and the feeling of motion.

   To the south of the playground was the city's water tower.  Off to one
side is a monument to the "Men and Women of Orchard Junction who served in
the Armed Forces".  Ellen read the whole thing once, but didn't really care
about what it was all about.  There were some decorative bushes behind and
to the sides to give it a backdrop.  On the other side of the water tower
was a brick and concrete stage.  Although she had never seen a performance
there, her mother had told her from time to time the town has an event
there.  North of the stage, but south of the Tennis Courts there was an
area with six concrete tables that sat in the middle of several massive oak
trees.  Each of the tables had two benches on opposite sides, just wide
enough for two people to sit on.  Painted on the tops of the tables were
black and white checker boards.

   Ellen is now climbing the Castle to reach her perch.  She sees an old
man seated along at the concrete tables.  As she is about to reach the top,
she sees three cars in the two lots.  A lady appears to be reading a book
in one.  There is a couple walking down by the monument.  She thinks the
last car must belong to the old man.  There are no kids in the park, but
she knows they will come shortly.  And then she will move to a quieter
area. But right now this is perfect.  She reflects on the day and the
things some of the kids have said.  She wonders if it will ever stop.  It
just seems like there will never be an end to the torments.  She thinks
about her life.  She ponders about things a thirteen would think about. 
Hair, Clothing, Boys (Jerks), Girls (Mean Bitches), Music, Pop Stars, and
what she might have for supper.

   Ellen glanced over by the tennis courts and saw three boys in her class
sitting at a picnic table by the courts, smoking cigarettes.  "Ick" she
thought.  She then surveyed the park again.  It was all pretty much the
same way it was five minutes ago.  No, that couple is gone down by the
monument.  All the cars are still here.  She scanned the park again. 
There, behind the monument.  They are lying on the ground.  If Ellen were
anywhere else in the park she could not have seen them.  But here in her
perch she saw the girl laying on her back, her shirt and bra pushed up over
her breasts.  The boy was lying on the other side of her sucking her right
tit.  Ellen could see the girl's pants and panties were pushed down around
her ankles.  His left hand was feverously pumping her pussy.  The girl
widened her legs as far as the pant and panty bound ankle restraint would
allow.  Then the girl pushed the boy's head down ward.  He crawled between
the girls legs with his head at her crotch.  He started licking between the
girl's legs, and pushed his hand under her legs as he reached for the
girl's tits.  A tingle shot through Ellen's pussy.  With-in moments, the
girl's hips started to pump with the boy's face at his licking rhythm. 
Ellen's right hand crept down her stomach to her own crotch.  Ellen saw the
boy moving his hips, and then he moved one hand from the girl's tit and
apparently unfastened his pants.  For the next moment he released her other
tit, kneeled up on his knees and shoved his own pants and shorts down. 
Ellen could clearly see the six inch cock in profile as he moved forward to
the place where the tip of his dick was just touching her pussy.  Then with
one hard and fast thrust, the dick disappeared into her pussy as his hips
met hers.  Ellen was not sure why, but she had the urge to scratch her own
pussy right then.  Unfastening and unzipping her own cut-offs, she reached
her hand down to her pussy and started rubbing.  The boy's hips were
humping the girl really good.  Her boobs would bounce with each thrust. 
Soon, Ellen's rubbing somehow matched the speed of the boy's thrusts. 
Ellen was breathing deeply now.  The girl's hands were on the boy's ass
pulling him deeper with every stroke.  Ellen's pussy shot lubrication into
her vagina as she rubbed.  She was now ready to be fucked, even though she
had never kissed a boy before.

   "I'll race you to the top!" she heard a kid yell.

   "Why now?" she thought in a split second.

   "I'll beat you!" another boy yelled.

   She took her hand out of her panties, leaned back and fastened her
cut-offs and zipped up the zipper.  She started to get to her feet just as
the two lads hit the landing.

   "Hi" Ellen said as she walked past the two boys.

   "Hi" they both responded as she started down toward the playground.

   As she got to the ground level, she looked in the direction of the
couple.  There was no way to see them from this angle.  She glanced in the
direction of the tennis courts, the boys were still there.  She definitely
did not want to head in that direction.  Especially in the condition she is
currently in.

   She looked around and saw a man walking up the sidewalk that she had
walked into the park on.  He was a good looking guy, she supposed about the
same age as her mother, give or take a couple of years.  For some reason,
at that exact moment she felt compelled to adjust her bra straps.  He smile
at her as he walked by.  He looked familiar, but Ellen could not place
where she seen him.  He was wearing a yellow polo shirt, tan pants and
brown loafers.  He was kinda cute.  Under his arm, he had a wooden box.  He
headed toward the concrete tables.

   She didn't really want to follow the fellow that just passed her, so she
headed toward the monument.  Then her mind flashed back to the images of
the behind the monument of the boy thrusting his penis into the girl.  She
was wondering if he was still fucking the girl.  She hoped that she would
get to see them still at it.

   About halfway down the meandering sidewalk that lead to the monument,
she saw the boy and the girl step through the head high bushes.  The boy
was tucking his shirt into his pants.  As they got closer, Ellen guessed
that the girl was sixteen and the boy was seventeen or eighteen.  The girl
had a pretty good figure, at least that is Ellen's conclusion having seen
her almost naked and now walking just twenty feet away.  Ellen had to smile
when she thought her boobs were bigger than the girl's.  "The boy was
cute,... ah... but the that other guy is cuter... but he is old," she
thought.

   "Tim, you know I want to..." the girl said as the couple came with-in
hearing distance of Ellen.

   "But your dad is coming back tomorrow night, and we won't have another
chance for two weeks," he interrupted.

   "Alright, but you better make me go tomorrow!" she announced.  "Trish
says Andy likes me."

   The couple and Ellen exchanged nods as they passed.  The couple had no
idea that Ellen had witnessed their activities.

   "Ok, we will hurry here right after school tomorrow," he said.  Ellen
was planning in being in her perch when they arrived.

   Ellen heard the car door slam and the engine start.  She turned around
to see which car left.  The grey Chevy Impala.  She continued down to the
monument.  She entered the space behind it.  She looked all around to see
if there was a better vantage point.  You could almost make out the stage
from here, but her perch seemed to be the best place to watch from.  Ellen
stepped out of the bushes on the stage side.  She walked under the water
tower to in route to the stage.  She glanced up at the concrete tables and
the old man and that fellow that smiled at her were up there seated at a
table.  She finished making her way to the stage.  She walked across it a
couple times.  She walked around the structure and explored the back side.

   When she walked around the front of the stage, she could hear children
playing at the playground area.  She glanced at the concrete tables again
and the old man and that fellow were still there playing their game.  She
walked up the hill in that direction.

   When Ellen got close enough, she found a picnic table that she could
watch the players in their game of chess.  It was in the shade, but with
the warm October breeze, it was by no means uncomfortable.  The old guy
could not see her, she was a little behind him.  However, the other fellow
if he looked up from the chess board could see Ellen.  Although Ellen did
not know it, her cutoffs were well wedged into her crotch, and any
on-looker would have seen her pussy lips pressed around the fabric of the
cut-offs and her wet pink panties with the way she is sitting on the picnic
table top.

   After a while, the two men appeared to have finished their game. 
"Edward, you are getting too good for this old man," the elder of the two
said.

   "It was a good match!" the younger replied as he stuck out his hand for
a hand shake.  The elder extended his hand in response.  Upon completing
the handshake, the elder man headed for his car.  As Ellen watched this,
she still felt that she knew the younger man from somewhere.  She was
determined to find out.

   She got up from the picnic table.  As she headed toward the concrete
tables, she glanced at the area of the tennis courts.  Her classmates were
still there.  "Why in the hell don't they go home?" she pondered.  As she
moved close to the table, Edward looked up and saw the teenager walking to
him.  The first thing that he saw was her wonderful legs under the very
short cut-offs.  When she walked, there was an occasional sliver of pink
panties that peeked past the narrow jean material at the crotch.  Looking
upward her full chest being hugged by her yellow tank top.  At the top of
the shoulders, her lavender bra straps were clearly exposed.  Then he
noticed her youthful face and blonde braids.

   "Hey Mister, can I ask what you are playing?" Ellen asked know that it
was chess.  What she did not know was how it was played or what the rules
were.

   "You just did, and the game is called Chess," he said as he picked up
the wooden box.  He started to pick up the pieces one by one.

   "Ah... ah... why are the pieces shaped different?" she asked noting the
size difference and the odd shapes.

   "Well, the size of the piece indicates the power of it, the shape
denotes what the piece is," he replied.

   "Do you play it like checkers?" Ellen asked.

   "No" the fellow responded, almost a bit too brazen.  He picked up a pawn
and put it in the box.

   "What are their names?" Ellen asked.

   "What?" he responded.

   "The pieces, what are they called?" Ellen restated her question.

   "Oh.." he said, then showed her each piece telling her the name of each.

   "How do they move?" she asked.

   One by one, the man showed Ellen by placing the piece on the board and
demonstrating the movement it could make.  Most of it made sense, but the
move to take a piece by a pawn and the "L" shaped moves of the horse.

   "KNIGHT!" the fellow said.

   "Knight," Ellen repeated.  "Ah... now that I know all the names... I
don't know yours."

   "Edward, but most just call me Ed or Eddy," the man replied.  Ellen was
impressed; the man did not lie or try to fake his identity with her.

   "My name is Ellen... and everyone calls me Ellen," she said as she
giggled.

   Edward's face softened a bit, and then he chuckled.  He had just been
bested by a teenager with her introduction.  A genuine smile brightens his
face.

   "Ed, will you teach me how to play?" Ellen asks.

   Ed loved the game of Chess.  For him, the challenge of play was the best
part.  He knew that teaching the game was not the same as playing it.  With
his knowledge and experience, he could easily best a beginning player.

   "Well?" Ellen asked breaking Edward's thought process.

   As he looked at Ellen's face, his eyes drifted downward toward the chess
table.  On the way, his gaze fixated on Ellen's tight yellow tank top
hugging her 32 inch chest and `C' cupped breasts.  The gap between her top
and her chest revealed a respectable cleavage and just a glimpse of
lavender cup tops caressing her ample orbs.  Ellen was attractive, a lot
more pleasing eye candy than Albert.  Additionally, those gorgeous breasts
were the most alluring aspect of the proposal... He would get to have those
delightful boobs to stare at just twenty-four inches from his face hours on
end.

   "Sure," Edward replied as he set up the board.  "But we are going to
play by the rules.  I am going to teach you the game... not how to win by
the other player giving you the game.  Understand?"

   "Yes," Ellen replied.  They played several games.  The first one lasted
only ten minutes.  The second game lasted a bit longer.

   She looked over to the picnic table where the boys had been sitting. 
They were not there.  She quickly looked around the entire park; they were
nowhere to be seen.  "They must have left," Ellen thought.

   "Ed, I have to be getting home... I need to be home before my Mom gets
there," Ellen said.

   "Tomorrow?" Edward asked.

   Remembering the couple and their intent to come back to the park
tomorrow, Ellen replied, "I will be here about the same time."

   As Ellen stood up, Edward extended his hand as he had done with the old
man.  Reaching down to shake his hand, she bent over.  Edward was rewarded
with a cleavage shot all the way down to Ellen's bra band.

   As the thirteen year old walked toward the North West entrance to the
park, Edward watched.  Just below the cut-offs, he could see a sliver of
pink panties just barely covering the round boyish butt cheeks as Ellen
walked.  It was mesmerizing to see those round cheeks defined by the crease
between her cheeks and the top of her legs as she walked away.
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