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 Author: NorthernGent
Title: Ellen Learns Chess, Chapter 3 - A Dollar For Luck
Summary: Ellen, a thirteen year old finds playing chess leads to her
sexual awakening.
Keywords: Mf, MFf , rom, 1st, petting, anal, oral, con, toys, voy,

   Chapter 1 can be found at
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/NorthernGent/Stories/Ellen%20Learns%20Ch
ess/EllenLearnsChess_01.txt

   Chapter 3 - A Dollar For Luck

   Ellen pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the apartment door.
She entered into the apartment.  Thoughts of her voyeur exploration and
Edward's tutelage of the game of chess were all intertwined in her
thoughts. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the boy licking out
the girl's pussy.  His hands squeezing the girl's tits.  And then her mind
would jump to Edwards hands caressing the chess pieces just before he would
make a move.  And visions of the boy and girl stripping each other.  The
boy inserting his rod into the valley of the girl's pussy.  Her hips
thrusting towards the boy in enthusiastic momentum.  Edward's face looking
at her in tranquil calm.  The bounce of the girl's boobs as the boy thrust
into her pussy or ass.  The girl sucking on the boy's dick after been
fucked in the ass with it.  "I wonder how big Edward's dick is?" she
thought.  The boy sucking the girl's nipples.  Ellen was mentally
masturbating with the thoughts about what she had seen yesterday and today.

   She picked up her back pack from the couch and headed toward her
bedroom. Ellen was horny as hell.  Her pussy was drenching wet with hot
lubricant.  She needed to scratch an inch and do it quickly.  As soon as
she got to her bedroom, she closed the door and unfastened her cut-offs. 
She pushed them down her legs to her ankles along with her wet power blue
panties.  With her back to the bed, she leaned back and fell into the
comfort of the mattress.  She widened her knees as far as the ankle
constraints would allow.  She brought her hand down to her slit and began
to rub her button as she thought about the scenes in the park.

   A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her body.  Although she had
reached the point of sexual development long before her classmates, she
hadn't really started masturbating to climax until she entered into the
eighth grade.  Now she masturbates three to eight times a week.  Back in
the seventh grade she would occasionally stroke herself, but last summer
her brain finally figured out the connection between being horny and the
satisfaction found in fingering herself.  The more she did it, the closer
she came to an orgasm.  The experience was pleasurable, but her first
orgasm last August made her feel more alive than she ever had.  Now it was
almost a nightly experience - - - or should we say every time she was
horny. And she was horny a lot.

   She felt the blonde pubic hair tickle her hand as she stroked her
clitoris.  But her attention was on her love button and she continued to
stroke it.  Normally she would fantasize about one of the boys at school -
unfortunately for her it was usually one of her detractors.  Every once in
a while one of the more polite fellows would enter her mind as she
masturbated, but her focus was the `bad boy' types.  Today was different.
Her mind was fixated on the events at the park today.  Visions replayed in
her brain of the sexual encounter between the couple down at the monument
and sitting across the table from Edward gazing at his face for over an
hour.  She reached down further and inserted two fingers into her slickened
vagina.  She thought about the boy's dick entering her as he had done with
the girl at the park.  She began pumping her fingers in and out of her
Slice of heaven.  Just then she imagined Edward caressing her own tits with
his strong but gentle hands.  She reached up under her shirt with her left
hand to her right tit and started to massage it through her bra.  Her
areoles and nipples were firm and pressed the bra cups out.  Then as she
had done countless times before, she slid the bra upward to release its
confining hold on the pliable mass.  From underneath the band popped the
tube of K-Y Jelly.  She has forgotten that it was there.  She took it and
laid it on the bed beside her.  She took the bottom hem of her shirt and
slid it up over her breasts.  She then slid the cup of the left breast
above it as well.

   Ellen with the vision of the boy massaging the girl's tits in the park
came to mind as Ellen began to fondle her own tits.  Then she imagined that
Edward was squeezing her tits as he looked down on her lying on her back.
The face that she had been studying for over an hour was smiling as he
massaged her breasts; at least that is the way she saw it in her mind with
her eyes closed.

   Ellen withdrew her slippery fingers all dripping with her slime from her
vagina and proceed to direct her attention to her clit.  She was now
squeezing and pulling her areoles vigorously.  She was enjoying the
pleasure and pain Nirvana.  At this moment, Ellen was not a girl, she was a
lustful women who needed breeding.  Her breathing and heart rate was now
the result of her heightened sexual state.  Her focus and attention now was
on one single thing, an orgasm.

   Her fingers were skimming past her clitoris at an intense and feverish
rate.  Her heated orgasm came with-in the next minute with the vision of
Edward looking at her.  She had a wonderful orgasm with a flood of vaginal
secretions seeping out of her.  She lay exhausted, breathing hard to
recuperate from the exercise.  She lies there in a state of euphoric bliss.


   Ellen remembering the boy eating out his girlfriend she pondered what
she would taste like.  She leisurely raised her fingers to her nose and
took a whiff.  She thought it smelt a little musky but was not unpleasant.
It didn't have the smell of urine at all.  Opening her mouth she inserted
one finger just to touch the tongue.  "Not too bad," she thought.  Then she
put her fingers into her mouth and sucked off the clear goo from them. 
Wanting to be sure of the taste, she inserted her fingers into her pussy
again.  Wiggling her fingers around inside of her vagina, she then pulled
them out and brought them to her mouth.  Ellen again sucked the viscous
fluid from scented her fingers.

   Then the realization hits her.  The aroma in her room was overpowering.
It smelled like a hooker's hotel room.  She knew that it would be evident
that she had been masturbating by anyone that walked in.

   She looks at the clock.  And then the second realization hits her.  "Oh
My God!!!" she thinks.  "Mom is going to walk in the door any minute."

   Looking around the room, her mind is working as fast as it can to figure
out what she should do next.  Then she sets her plan in motion.  She
immediately strips, taking off all her clothes.  Next she runs to the
window and opens it.  Then she picks up her clothes and places them in the
laundry basket, except for the cut-off which she tosses on the bed.  She
runs into the bathroom and starts the shower running.  She grabs a can of
air freshener from underneath the bathroom sink and runs back to her
bedroom.  The first thing she sprays is the laundry basket.  Then she
sprays a mist over her bed.  She then runs into the living room while still
spraying the air freshener.  She hurries back to her bedroom and grabs the
K-Y Jelly.  She is unsure of where to put it so that her Mom will not find
it.  Ellen surely didn't want to have that conversation with her Mom about
how she acquired the tube.  In her dresser... No!  In her closet... Her Mom
might find it there as well.  There... there on the bookshelf that has her
plush animals.  In the corner was her childhood teddy bear.  He has sat
there for years.  Except for a yearly dusting of the room, it hasn't been
moved since Ellen was nine.  Lifting the bear, Ellen slid the K-Y Jelly
tube to the back of the shelf and sat the bear back into the place from
which it came.

   Taking the air freshener back to the bathroom, Ellen quickly placed it
into the cabinet from where it was before.  She then stepped into the
shower and grabbed the soap from the shower wall depression where it
usually was.  Lathering up she washed her pussy first then the other parts
of her body as she would normally do.  She even shampooed her pussy hair...
She wanted to make sure she was clean and smelled fresh.  She then rinsed
off.  But then she did something that she had not ever done before.  She
took the removable shower head off of its perch as the water continued to
flow from it.  She spread her legs, then lowered the shower head to point
directly at her pussy.  The water felt good as the shower streams pelted
her exposed clitoris.  "There is no time for that," Ellen thought.

   Reaching down, she turned off the water and hung the showerhead back
into its holder.  Stepping out of the shower she grabbed a towel and patted
dry her braided hair and then got another towel to dry herself off.

   "Ellen, I am home!" she heard her mom, Barbara, shout from the living
room as Ellen finished the drying process.  "Come out here, I have
something for you," Barbara shouted.

   Ellen put the wet towel on the towel rack and grabbed another towel from
the towel shelf.  She opened the door and walked out into the hallway. 
Taking a deep breath to see if she could smell the scent of pussy, she
could only sense the faded aroma of air freshener.  Although she was naked,
she continued to wipe the moister off as she walked toward the living room.


   She walked out into the living room area.  Barbara looked in the
direction of Ellen.  Although Ellen did not normally walk around naked in
the apartment, it wasn't a rarity either.  If the truth be known, both of
them from time to time have been naked outside of their bedrooms and
bathroom for one reason or another.  If you can say anything about Barbara,
it is that she is not a prude.

   In the `dining room' portion of the open air expanse, there on the table
was a box.  It was about ten inches long, seven inches wide and maybe two
inches high.  Pasted on the top was a shipping label.  On top of the
shipping label there was a crisp one dollar bill.  On the table in front of
the box was a five dollar bill.

   "What is this Mom?" Ellen asked.

   Getting some food items out of the refrigerator, Barbara replied,
"Sweetie, open the box and I will explain."

   Ellen hung the towel around her neck and headed to the box.  She thought
the six dollars was a bit strange, but she moved both bills to the edge of
the table.  She picked up the box and examined it.  The boxes' flaps were
tightly secured.  But then she noticed a little tab as one of the corners.
There was some type underneath it.  "To Open - Pull Tab" Reaching for the
tab, she grabbed it and gave it one mighty yank.  The reinforced plastic
strip affixed under the tab ripped through the perforated corrugated
cardboard.  As the tab and the plastic strip was torn away from the box, it
provided for an easy open flap to remove the contents.  Looking into the
box, Ellen saw bubble wrap surrounding something.  She dumped the contents
of the box onto the table.  A large bubble pack poured onto the table. 
Some product advertising material and an instruction manual for the
`Cleaver All Purpose Purse' spilled onto the table.

   "Ellen, I ordered that so you would have that when you started school
this year," Barbara said.  Ellen was unwrapping the bubble clad items. 
"After a couple of weeks, they sent notification that the order had been
back ordered because of demand.  " Ellen had unwrapped the item; it was a
leather purse.  "Then they sent a letter that an order had been with the
manufacturer and that we would be getting it soon." Ellen put the bubble
wrap on the table.  "They sent a letter that the shipment from the
manufacturer was received and they would process our order." Ellen held a
purse in her hands.  "It came today," Barbara finished.

   The unique purse is considered to be a `Cross Body' style.  The purse
was a sleek five and a half inches tall, eight inches long and a little
over an inch or so wide of black soft leather but was stiff enough to hold
its shape.  The purse had a leather flap that crossed over the top of the
purse, with a gold latch assembly at the front of the purse to secure it.
The thin black leather strap was adjustable so that it could be shortened
to be a trendy `Shoulder' style purse.  Two gold rings were at the ends of
the leather strap that appeared to be the same gold metal of the latch. 
These attached to two secluded clips just inside the top edge of the side
of purse.  By removing the rings from the clips, the purse became a
fashionable `clutch' styled purse.  Opening the flap, there is a cell phone
pocket that faces to a side.  By using an elastic strap, the phone can be
removed from the pocket without unlatching the flap.  The purse has two
compartments inside.  On the back side of the purse is a compartment with
an elastic band at the top.  In the front section is a wallet that matches
the style and material of the purse.  On both of the clips that holds the
purse strap is a key chain hooked to each.

   Ellen took out the black leather wallet.  It was a simple fold over
length wise.  Across the front of the wallet was a fold over flap like the
purse had, however this gold clap was for looks only, a magnet sowed inside
the flap actually held the flap closed.  On one side was a pocket that you
could put cash in.  There on the front flap of that was a coin pocked with
a magnetic latch to hold it closed.  On the other side was a place to hold
eight credit cards.  At the bottom of the credit card row was a place to
put a picture ID like a driver's license.  Down the center of the wallet
was a couple leather straps across the gusset.  Inside of the fold was a
black pen with a gold clip and center gold band where the top of the pen
screwed into the bottom.

   Ellen had looked at the items.  Then she looked at her mother with a
look of inquiry on her face.

   Barbara smiled, then said, "When you were a little girl, you always
dressed up and loved your pink princess purse.  As you reached the seventh
grade, you carried that purse less and less." Ellen was examining the items
as her mother continued to talk.  "Going into the eighth grade, you are
becoming a young women.  You have more responsibilities.  You need to carry
more things with you.  And a purse helps you do that and be a little more
organized at the same time." Ellen unwinded the black tie securing the
folded leather strap.

   "What is the money for Mom?" Ellen asked.  She stretched out the
shoulder strap.

   "My Grandmother told me it was good luck to put money into a wallet when
you give it to someone.  That is what the dollar is for," Barbara answered.
"I still have the dollar she gave me from my first wallet." Ellen took her
wallet out and placed the dollar into it.

   "As for the five dollars, well, a girl your age needs to have a little
money of her own.  The days of you just asking for things are about over.
From now on, you are going to receive an allowance of five dollars a week.
Now you need to figure out how to spend your own money.  You can buy things
with it.  You can save it.  You can spend it on video games if you want...
the choice is yours, but what you get out of it is also yours," Barbara
said.

   "You mean I can buy gum?" Ellen asked.

   "Yes, but remember that you are now responsible for your money.  No more
begging me for every little thing you can think of.  If you have the money
you can spend it.  If not, you will need to wait until you do have the
money."

   Ellen thought about it for a while, then she made a statement that was
actually a question, "But Mom, it costs more to go to the theater than five
dollars."

   "Well if going to the movie is that important to you, you might want to
save some money up so you will enough to go to the theater when you want
too," Barbara replied.  Ellen now had the strap all the way straight, and
was holding the purse just above the floor.  "I don't care what you do, but
if I were you, I would save between twenty percent and forty percent of
your money for a rainy day or something special." Barbara could see that
Ellen was thinking about something.

   "The allowance is five dollars.  I know that some parents take away
kid's allowance when they get into trouble, but if you do, you will still
get your allowance... it is your responsibility to take care of it,"
Barbara said.  Barbara smiled, and then said, "Your allowance is your
allowance.  But that does not mean that it is the only money you can get."

   The naked girl looked at Barbara trying to understand what she meant.

   "Ellen, if you help me around here so I don't have to worry about things
and have more time to do things, then I will pay you for that help,"
Barbara proclaimed.  "You could help out with the dishes, the laundry,
cleaning the house, cooking dinner, grocery shopping... that kind of
thing."

   The wheels were turning in Ellen's mind.

   "Ellen, I have heard from a couple of your teachers... they say you are
having study issues and grade problems," Barbara said with a little
concern. "So I have an offer for you.  When your nine week report cards
come out, I will pay you one dollar for each `D' you get, a five dollar
bill for each `C', a ten dollar bill for every `B' and a twenty for each
`A' you earn."

   "Really?" Ellen asked as she thumbed through the information about the
purse.

   "It is all up to you young lady," Barbara answered.

   Ellen looked at her purse, thinking of the possible money that would fit
into it.  Then she took the towel off her shoulder and put it on the dining
room table.  She then put the shoulder strap over her head over her left
shoulder and said, "Mom which looks better?" She then strutted across the
living room like a runway model and walked back to the dining room table.
The strap crossed between her breasts accentuating the size of her tits.

   Barbara chuckled.

   Ellen removed the purse and quickly adjusted the strap.  Then slinging
the purse strap over her right side shoulder and letting the purse hang at
her right hip, she walked the same path with the same the model strut as
she had before.

   When she finished the walk, Barbara said, "Well it might look a bit
different with your clothes on, but I think over your shoulder makes you
look smarter and more appealing than across your body." And then mother and
daughter both broke out into a shared laugh.

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