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 Author: NorthernGent
Title: Ellen Learns Chess, Chapter 4 - Friday at the park.
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 4 - Friday at the park.

   Ellen went to her bedroom and put on a pair of panties and a bra.  She
slipped on a shirt and her cut-offs.  Then she went out and ate supper with
her Mom.  After supper and before Ellen went to bed, she gathered things to
put into her purse and went to the living room to watch television with her
Mom.  She put her Student ID in the holder in the wallet.  Thinking about
what her Mom had said about good luck, she folded the dollar and secluded
it behind the ID.  She put the five dollar bill in wallet.  She put her
library card in one of the credit card slots.  Finally removing the key
from the pocket of her cut-offs, she put it on one of the key rings in the
purse.



   Then Barbara suggested that she get a comb from the comb drawer in the
bathroom and a couple tampons to go into Ellen's purse.  Ellen did as
Barbara had suggested.  Ellen looked over to the kitchen, and then she
walked to a kitchen cabinet and took a package of gum from it.  She put
that into the purse as well.  The two of them watched a couple more half
hour comedies and then Ellen kissed her mom good night and headed toward
her bedroom.  Once inside, she closed her bedroom door and proceeded to get
ready for bed.



   As she slipped out of her cut-offs and shirt, she keep looking at that
teddy bear.  It seemed to be staring at her, knowing her thoughts.  She
took off her bra and looked down at her tits.  Tonight she wasn't going to
wear a top to bed.  The thoughts of the boy squeezing the girl's tits
flashed through her mind.  How he had massaged them, poked them and pulled
the nipples.  Then her gaze went back to the bear... she shouldn't leave
that tube where her Mom could find it.  She retrieved the K-Y Jelly and put
it in her purse with the tampons.



   Satisfied that her Mom would not find the tube, Ellen went back to
massaging her tits.  Soon her hands would be inside her panties.  She
didn't find complete satisfaction until her panties were slid down to her
ankles and wanton thoughts filled her mind with Edward as her fingers
filled her pussy.  Shortly thereafter she fell into a restful slumber.



   The following morning Ellen awoke in her bed.  Panties were still
clinging onto one ankle.  Her bra was on the floor.  She kicked off the
panties.  She got out of bed and put her robe on.  She opened the door and
walked out into the hallway.  She didn't hear a sound.  Ellen walked over
to bathroom and took a leak.  She washed her hands, and then made her way
to the kitchen.  There was a not on the dining room table.  She read it,
"Good Morning Sweetheart, I had to go into work early today.  We have some
things to get done before the inspection, so I may be an hour or two
getting home tonight.  There are left-overs in the refrigerator.  Or you
can cook whatever you can find.  Love Mom" Ellen then went to the cupboard
and took out a package of strawberry Pop Tarts and unwrapped the package.
She then popped the contents into the toaster.  While they were heating she
got a glass and poured a glass of milk.  She eat her breakfast, then took a
shower.  Ellen got dressed.  Black bra and panties, blue jeans and an
oxford shirt.  Grabbing her new purse, she slung it over her shoulder and
headed to school.



   Unlike the previous day, this one was a blur in time.  Before Ellen was
ready, the school day was over, and she was walking home.  It was cooler
than the past couple of days, but under a cloudless sky, the Sun warmed her
as she walked.  She finally reached her apartment building.  She walked the
stairs up to the fourth floor.  As she walked to her apartment,"4E4".  she
reached inside her purse and got out the key for the apartment.  She
unlocked the door and walked in.



   Upon entering the apartment, she headed toward her bedroom.  She tossed
the purse and key onto the bed.  As was her routine, she changed out of her
school clothes into her cut-offs and a size too small yellow tank top that
hugged her tits.  The black bra straps and slivers of bra cup revealed
contrasted nicely with the yellow top.  She picked up the key chain and
slipped it into her front pocket.  Then she headed out of the apartment to
head for the city park.



   As she walked, the wind direction changed from the West to more
North-West, although Ellen did not notice as the wind blow above the roof
tops.  She reached the park.  As she walked toward the playground area, she
looked over at the parking lot.  The grey Chevy Impala was not anywhere to
be seen.  There were some people in the park, but not many.  Ellen
gradually made her way to the chess table that Edward and she have used the
past couple of days.



   It wasn't long until Ellen saw Edward walk into the park the same way
she had done.  She watched the man as he approached.  He wasn't the most
handsome man she had ever seen, more like a normal guy her mother's age...
but then he was one of the few men she fantasized about when she had
masturbated.  Just at that time when she was thinking about her orgasm as
she imagined his face in front of her, a gust a cool wind blew.  She
shivered, but she really didn't notice it.  Was it the wind or the sexual
thought?  Nor did she notice the impression her erect and hard nipples made
in her shirt.  She would just die if he knew that she had visualized him in
her fantasizes.  She blushed a little.



   As Edward approached he said, "Hi Ellen." Then give her a warm smile.



   "Hi Ed!" she said just a little too excited.



   "Ready to play?" he asked.



   "Yep," Ellen answered.



   Edward said, "You lost last time... you get to set up the board." Ellen
proceeded to set up the pieces.



   They played for about a half an hour.  "Checkmate!" Edward exclaimed. 
Ellen looked and he was right.  Just then another gust of wind blew
through. She looked at him realizing that she needed to set up the board
again.  A shiver went down her back.  She set up the pieces once again.



   They continued to play.  Ellen didn't notice the temperature dropping.
The sunlight filtering through the trees was warm, but an occasional breeze
would cascade across her exposed skin.  This time it only took twenty
minutes to put her into Check, and two more for Checkmate.



   Ellen set up the board one more time.  The pair began to play another
game.  The breeze was now a light wind from the North.  The temperature had
fallen a full ten degrees in the past half an hour from a comfortable
seventy-two degrees to just above sixty.  Ellen was now sitting on her
hands to warm them up between moves, and she was shivering.  And the wind
would gust more often sending chills through Ellen's body.  Edward saw the
young girl shiver, her mind was nowhere in the game.



   He smiled at Ellen and said, "Perhaps we should call it a day, I don't
think the weather is going to cooperate with us today." As Ellen looked up
at his smiling face and cheery expression, another gust of wind blew a
cooling explanation point over her body.



   Through chattering teeth Ellen said, "Maybe you are right Ed." Ed looked
at Ellen and slightly tilted his head in an understanding way.  Another
gust a wind blew by.  It was that exact moment that Ellen's mind remembered
a scene a year ago in the fall.  That face, that look!  The scene widened
from just his face to that of the parking lot behind her apartment
building. She was walking to the trash bin just as he got out of his car.
She walked past him, and he gave her that smile, that tilt of the head as
he headed to the rear door of the building.  That is where she remembered
him from!



   "Where do you live?" she asked in an eager voice.



   Thinking the question was a bit odd he replied, "2017 Lincoln Avenue"



   "So do I!" she exclaimed.  "What apartment?"



   "2W5" he said.



   "I live in 4E4," she announced.



   "Up in the penthouse... Huh?" he joked.



   "More like the jail tower," she replied with a giggle.



   "Think we ought to go home?" he asked.



   "Yeah," she said.  "I will help you put away the pieces!" she exclaimed
shivering.



   They quickly gathered the chess pieces and put them in the box.  Then
the pair walked out of the park from which they had entered.  The walk home
was a quick one.  They talked along way about general things.  As they
approached the apartment building Edward asked, "We left the park a little
early, is your mom going to be home soon?"



   "Naw... She has to work late tonight," Ellen said.



   "Do you want to come in for some hot chocolate, I think you got a little
chilled in the park?" Edward asked.



   "Sure!"



   When Edward and Ellen entered the apartment building, the warmth felt
good on Ellen's skin.  They climbed the flight of stairs to the second
floor and then walked all the way to the end of the west hallway.  Beyond
the point they were standing was the west fire escape stairway behind a
fire door.  The were facing `2W5', behind them was `2W6'.  Edward already
had his key out and was unlocking the door.  As they entered the apartment,
Edward turned on the lights and walked over to the thermostat and set it
for seventy-five degrees.



   "Let's see if we can find that hot chocolate for you," he said.  Edward
warmed up some milk in a sauce pan on the stove with a low burner.  He
added chocolate syrup.  Then he did something that Ellen had never seen
before.  He took a chocolate bar and broke it up into small chunks.  He
added the bits to the milk on the stove and stirred the mixture.  A minute
later he poured the chocolate milk into two coffee mugs.  Going to the
refrigerator, he pulled out a can of whipped cream.  Shaking the can he, he
then turned it upside down and sprayed a glob onto the top of each hot
chocolate.  Edward then handed a cup to Ellen.



   "Thank You Ed." Ellen said.  Ellen took a sip.  "This is delicious!" she
exclaimed.



   "Glad you like it," he replied.  "Warming up?"



   "Yes, thank you, I can't believe how cold it got at the park..." Ellen
replied.  "Hey, I don't have anything to do for a while... if you don't
have anything going on... we could play Chess."



   "Well, if you don't mind... I think I have frozen pizza in the freezer.
We could have that for supper while we play," Edward said.



   "That's cool," the thirteen retorted.



   Edward set the oven.  He got the pizza out of the freezer and unwrapped
it.  He then placed it into the oven and set the timer for fifteen minutes.
All the while Ellen would sip on her hot chocolate.



   While the pizza was cooking, a chess board was brought to the dining
room table.  Ellen set up the chess board.  A practice she was well used to
by now.  They started to play.  Edward was heard to say, "Watch your
pieces," and "Are you sure you want to move there?" numerous times as they
played.  Even with tending to the oven, setting the table and beginning to
eat, they played four games with-in an hour.



   As Ellen sat up the board once again, not only did she know that she had
lost all the games that she and Edward played, she could also sense the
frustration and disappointment Edward was feeling.  Although he never
showed it or verbalized it, it was there.  And Ellen knew it.



   When she was placing the last pieces on the board she exclaimed, "I must
be awfully stupid."



   Edward looked at the thirteen year old with that look one gets when they
know something has been said, but you just don't know where it came from or
why.  "Why do you say that Ellen?"



   "I can't win," she said so directly without putting any context into the
statement.

   After thinking about what Ellen said for a few seconds, Edward said, "Oh
you can win, you just haven't yet."



   "I don't ever get the right moves," she said.



   "Ellen, Chess is not like poker... it is not how the cards are dealt, it
is how you plan to play the pieces," he replied.  "It is where you put your
pieces and how you use your location to attack.  You play the game, but
your mind is not on the board."



   "But how do I get better?" Ellen asked.


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