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 Author: NorthernGent
Title: Ellen Learns Chess, Chapter 7 - Do you understand what it means?
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 7 - Do you understand what it means?

   Barbara was the first to wake in the morning.  She got dressed then went
out to the kitchen to make coffee.  She got a box of cereal from the
cupboard and a jug of milk from the refrigerator.  She got a cereal bowl
and spoon.  She poured herself a bowl of cereal and topped it off with
milk. She found the sugar bowl and sprinkled a spoonful of sugar on top. 
Coffee was done brewing so she sat down at the dining room table and
started to have her breakfast.

   In her bedroom, Ellen was waking up.  Her eyes flickered as she woke. 
The filtered sunlight shining through the curtains was enough to see the
disarray her bed was in.  The first thing she realized was she was bare
assed naked.  That has been a more routine thing lately.  The bedding was
covering her, but bunched up and askew on the bed.  One pillow was mostly
under her head, the other one was on the floor.  She took in a big breath
to wake up.  She smelled the faintest aroma of Edward's scent.  She
remembered a hundred memories of her sexual activity with him yesterday. 
She stretched out of the fatal position she had been sleeping in, trying to
move those joints and muscles so she could get up.  As she arched her back,
her chest stuck out.  Then a flashback raced through her mind, she had
arched her back this same way when she stuck her tit into Edward's mouth.
Oh how good it had felt with Edward's hands kneading her nipples and
manipulating her nipples the way he had.  Then when he was sucking her
puffy nipples, how wonderful it felt.  The suction combined with his tongue
licks and occasional nips at her nipples was incredibly sensual and
passionate.  She had never experienced that sensation before.  She was
hopeful she was going to experience it again today.

   Ellen was in the process of untangling herself from the bedding.  She
had just kicked the cover up off her feet and they were falling back toward
the bed at the same time she was lifting the covers from her chest.  She
took another deep breath just as the air was being pushed toward her face
from underneath the covers.  The warm moist air being expelled had the
smell of her perspiration and the fragrance of her dried sexual juices
coating her vulva and oozing from her drenched pussy.

   "I need a shower!" she thought.  "Mom should not smell this.  I would be
in big trouble."

   She got out of bed.  She got her bathrobe that was hanging on the
bedroom door.  She put it on.  Ellen then walked out into the hallway. 
Walking to the end of the hallway she said, "Good Morning Mom!"

   Her mom looked up from the table and said, "Good Morning Sweetie!"

   Ellen then walked to the bathroom.  She closed the door.  She took off
the bathrobe and hung it on the hook on the back of the door.  She walked
over to the toilet to take care of her morning duty.  She looked at herself
in the large mirror above the vanity.  It was a sight she had seen a
thousand times before.  But then something caught her notice.  Something
she had not seen before.  There on her tits were three brownish-red
splotches on her skin.  Each was irregular in size but all about the size
of a walnut or a small plum.  One was underneath her left nipple.  The
second was just above and a little to the outside more.  The last one was
on the right tit, just a little outside and slightly down from her nipple.
"Shit... I am sure glad Mom didn't see those!  I would have hell to pay. 
She might ground me for a hundred years," Ellen thought.

   Ellen backed away from the mirror and walked over to the shower-tub. 
She flipped the handle for shower and turned on the water.  She adjusted
the temperature to where it was just a little warmer then comfortable.  She
stepped into the tub and closed the shower door.  The steamy water cascaded
over her body.  She grabbed the soap and started to lather up her body. 
Then she grabbed the washcloth and leathered it up under the spray from the
showerhead with the soap.  She washed her shoulders, then each tit.  She
lathered up the washcloth again and washed her armpits, then down her
belly. Once again she lathered up the washcloth and then washed her pussy
as the water continued to flow onto her body.  She washed her pussy really
good, then she washed her ass.  She made sure that the wash cloth
thoroughly cleaned the crevice between her ass cheeks.  If her plan was
going to work, Edward would be looking at that today.

   Barbara opened the bathroom door.  She looked over towards the shower.
Through the steamy air and the dimpled privacy plastic shower door, she
could see her daughter but not very well.  Soapy strands of bubbles tumbled
down the shower door pushed by splashes of water bouncing off Ellen's body.


   "I guess I am out of here," Barbara said.  "If you have any problems,
give me a call at work."

   "Okay Mom... I love you," Ellen said as she turned her back to the door
so her Mom would not see the hickies on her breasts.  She continued to wash
her body.

   Barbara turned on the bathroom fan and closed the door behind her as she
left.

   Ellen rinsed the washcloth and hung it on the towel rack mounted on the
wall, to drip dry into the tub.  She then rinsed off under the shower head.
She made sure that plenty of water washed away soap from her tits and pussy
area.  One quick turn under the shower, and she was done.  She turned off
the water and let the droplets dribble and drop off her body before leaving
the tub.

   Ellen grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off.  She hung the
towel up and put on her bathrobe.  Normally, Ellen would have just walked
over to her room naked, but just in case her Mom was still in the
apartment, she wanted to make sure she was covered.

   She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway.  Standing
in the middle of it, she listened for signs of life.  Dead quiet except the
bathroom fan.  She reached back to turn it off.  Then there was complete
silence in the apartment other than her breathing.

   Ellen let the robe fall open when she walked into her bedroom.  As she
entered her room, Ellen took off her robe.  She walked over to her dresser
and picked up the feminine roll on deodorant.  She daubed some under her
arm pits.  She replaced the container to the top of her dresser.

   She saw the bottle of spray perfume in its usual place beside the
deodorant.  Ellen didn't normally wear perfume.  Her Mom had given it to
her on her birthday when she turned thirteen.  Barbara had said, "You will
always be my little girl, but you are turning into a beautiful woman." The
gift was a drug store variety perfume, but it symbolized the becoming an
adolescent for the teenager.

   Reaching for the bottle of perfume, she remembered an incident in the
girl's restroom at school.  She was in a stall, when two girls came in to
comb their hair and talk privately.  "... and spray some where you want the
boy to linger.  Your cleavage, just under your tits, just above your pussy
and your thighs beside your pussy."

   "Really?" the second girl asked.  Ellen thought it was Gina Sanders. 
She was one of Ellen's hecklers.

   "Yeah you want the boy to suck your tits and pussy don't you?" the first
girl asked.

   "You bet I do," Gina answered.

   "That bitch!" Ellen thought, "And she says I am a slut!"

   "Well you got to give the boys a reason to hang around those areas," the
first girl said.

   Ellen could hear the shuffling of items and the sound of a purse clasp
being closed.  The door opened and the girls were gone.

   Now as she was getting ready to see Edward, that situation and those
words hung with every thought.  She remembered the boy and the girl in the
park... yes the boy had lingered at those locations, so what was said in
the girl's bathroom, Ellen had seen in real life.

   Ellen sprayed some of the perfume from the bottle as Gina Sanders had
been told in the restroom.  She pumped the sprayer three times for each
location.  A single spray would have done nicely.  And that is exactly what
she did behind her ears and on her neck.  However two factors contributed
to her `over spraying' of the perfume at the other locations of her body.
The first was that she was slightly nose blind to the scent because she had
used the product before on occasion.  The second factor is that adolescent
girl's sense of smell is not full developed at Ellen's age.  She could
smell it, but older folks could sense it far sooner and farther away.  Not
knowing this Ellen sprayed more than she had needed to.

   Ellen decided to wear the same clothing that she had worn yesterday. 
She slipped on the black bra.  When it came to her panties, there was far
too much crusty secretions to be seen by Edward, so she went to the dresser
and opened her underwear drawer.  She picked out another black pair of
panties.  Then she put on her yellow top, her cut-offs, then her socks and
shoes.

   Down stairs in apartment 2W5, Edward has been awake for about an hour.
His sleep was not the most restful and he wished that he slept longer.  He
had a slight head ache, his head felt a bit stuffy.  He has already brewed
a pot of coffee, taken his shower and got dressed.  Breakfast included a
couple fried eggs, toast and a banana.  Edward brushed his teeth and
finished his oral health with a rinse of mouthwash.

   His thoughts during all this activity was back onto his chess interest,
the teenaged enigma that wanted to learn about it, and the sexual encounter
of yesterday.  He struggled with his thoughts as he argued with himself. 
Ellen had tempted his sexual desire, but she was forbidden fruit that could
ruin his life.  He had made the decision that Ellen was off limits, and
when he saw her on Monday he was going to tell Ellen that he could not see
her again.

   He was in the process of picking up the beer cans on the coffee table
and floor around it.  There was a knock on the door.

   <Knock> <Knock>

   "Who in the hell could that be?" he thought as he picked up the last two
beer cans off the floor.  He walked over to the apartment door with those
cans in his hand and opened the door.  There in the hallway stood Ellen.

   Edward was surprised.  Remembering the questions he has been going over
in his mind, Edward was trying to say what he thought was most important.
Just as he was about to say something about the two of them should not be
meeting, Ellen walked past Edward into the apartment without being asked
too.  Without hesitation, she immediately removed her top and unhooked her
black bra tossing both onto the living room couch.  Edward could not bring
the words to his mouth.  Ellen took off her shoe and sock.

   Edward eyes focused on Ellen's boobs.  He was captivated by the ample
orbs and the projections of the areolas and nipples of the thirteen year
old girl.  With each breath she took, it melted Edward's resolve like an
ice cube melting in a microwave oven under full power.  She certainly was a
sexy sight to behold.  He saw the hickies his mouth had mad less just a
half a day earlier.  "Those nibblers are perfect," he thought.  He could
smell the sweet scent of floral and spice.

   "Come on Ed, get your pants off and let's play," Ellen said.  If you
were standing there, you might have heard the ding of the microwave bell...
every negative thought, every planned opposition to Ellen and Edward ever
not seeing each other... all of that just vanished from his mind for the
moment.

   He wondered how far this would go, how far was Ellen going to all it to
go?  He unfastened his pants and removed them.  He tossed them alongside of
Ellen's clothes.  His hardening penis was starting to tent his underwear.
This did not escape Ellen's notice.

   She got up and headed to her place at the chess board.  Edward followed.
Sitting down at the table across from her, he mentally surveyed the board.
Looking over the pieces, Ellen's woman sized breasts and inviting nipples
were just beyond, but fully in his view.

   Having lost her shirt with the last move yesterday, it was Ellen's turn.
As she studied the board, Edward's thoughts, or should I say doubts started
to flood his mind again.  There were some things that he was wondering
about.  Ellen moved a pawn.

   "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked as he looked at the board.

   "Naw, the boys and school are jerks," she replied.  Edward thought about
her statement as he considered his next move.  "I don't like them very
well."

   Pressing the issue here, Edward asked, "Ever kissed a boy?"

   "Nope"

   Thinking back to the sexual experience they had yesterday, he questioned
her further, "You give a pretty good hand job and blow job... where did you
learn that?"

   Ellen didn't want to say that she had spied on the boy and girl at the
park.  That would sound weird.  Then she remembered the advice column in
the magazines.  A blush came over her face, and then she said, "Ed, you
were my first to do those things with... I read some things in a magazine
and from what I got out of Sex Ed Class for the girls a couple things
back... I put two and two together.  I heard some girls at school talk
about doing it with their boyfriends and thought I would give it a try."
"Did I do okay?"

   "You gave me the hottest blow job I have ever received," he answered. 
Ellen smiled.

   "Does your Mom know you are down here playing chess with me?" he asked.

   "No, she knows you and I play chess, but I have not told her you live in
the building," she answered.  "She just thinks we play at the park."

   Moving his knight to a protected space on the board, he asked another
question, "So she doesn't know you are here with me?"

   "Do you think I am crazy, she would ground me for a hundred years if she
knew I was here," Ellen retorted.  Edward breathed a little sigh of relief
with the answer, at least she had not told her Mom about the game of Strip
Chess.

   Ellen moved another pawn on the board.

   Ed then asked, "Ellen... have you ever had sex?" He then moved his
Queen's Rook forward to QR6.

   "He is moving his power pieces out," Ellen thought.  Answering his
question directly, she blurted out, "Only with my fingers."

   Then she moved her Bishop, "KB1 - QR6," she said.  She took the Rook off
the board.  She smiled at Edward.

   He snickered.  He removed his shoe and tossed it to the side of the
table.  Ellen smiled at the attack.

   "QKn8-QR6," he said as he moved the Knight and took her Bishop.  He set
the captured piece to the side of the board.

   Ellen stood up, unfastened her cut-offs and pushed them down her legs.
Her black panties came into Edward's view.  She stepped out of the garment.
She then flung it toward her yellow top and black bra on the couch.

   Not that the cut-offs left much to imagination, but seeing Ellen with
only her tightly fitting tanga panties and a sock and shoe was one of the
sexiest things Edward has ever seen.

   "Nice panties, did you buy them?" Edward asked.

   "No, my Mom did," Ellen answered.

   "Come over here and let me see your panties," Edward said.  Ellen walked
over to Edward.  She walked around the table and stood not ten inches from
his chair.  His face was directly in line with Ellen's breasts.  Although
he hated to say it, he said, "Turn around." She did just as she had done
yesterday.  He got to see every side.

   "Ellen, show me your ass," Edward said.  Ellen turned around so her back
was facing Ed.

   Edward reached out and started to caress her butt cheeks.  He rubbed the
exposed skin.  Ellen must have enjoyed it because she inched backward to
apply more pressure.  Edward extended his index and middle fingers out and
ran them over her smooth panties down her butt crack.

   Ellen could feel Edward's fingers teasing her ass.  She never had
stimulated herself in this manner, but she liked his touch caressing the
crack of her ass.

   Edward kept running his fingers up and down the crevasse between her ass
cheeks.  His fingers pushing the fabric into the crack with each pass.

   Ellen yielded to some primal organic programing and instinctively moved
her feet further apart about nine inches, at the same time leaning forward
at the waist.  Edward stroked further down.  He pressed the fabric as he
stroked.  Edward's fingers found the vaginal opening, and poked at the
fabric there several times.  Ellen sensed her body lubricating with the
enjoyable sensations provided by Edward's touches.  He was lengthening his
strokes, inching his way to her clitoris.  With each pass, he pushed panty
material into her ass crack and Ellen's pussy.  Manipulating his fingers,
he maneuvered Ellen's panties toward her center, exposing more skin to his
fingers and view.  With every stroke from Ellen's ass to her pussy, he
pressed inward.  On each return he spread her pussy lips with his entire
hand.

   She was now breathing harder.  Edward could now clearly see her blonde
pussy hair on her pussy lips.  Ellens panties were now inserted into the
crease between her labia majora giving her a perfect Camel Toe Wedgie.  He
now caressed her clitoris through her panties longer with each stroke.  His
touch over her pubic hair and exposed skin was more a light tickle rather
than forceful assault.  Ellen was seeping vaginal juices to only be soaked
up by panty fabric that had been pressed into her love canal.

   The adolescent was ready for fucking.  "God his fondling is much better
than with my fingers," Ellen thought.  She was ready to be fucked and
fucked hard.

   At that point, Edward stopped his fondling of Ellen.  Ellen stood up and
turned around toward Edward.  She looked at him with a lustful questioning
expression.

   "We need to finish the game before I do something..." Edward said in a
clouded logic.  "we both will regret."

   Ellen looked down at her mostly exposed pussy with her underwear being
surrounded by her outside pussy lips.  "What is done here, stays here!"
Ellen said with a smile.  Without readjusting anything, she walked back to
her seat and sat down.

   The chess match did not take that much longer.  In six moves Ellen was
Check Mated losing her other shoe in the process.

   She stood up to remove her panties.

   Edward said, "Oh No You Don't!"

   Ellen stood motionless with her thumbs inside her waistband of her
panties.  Only dressed in a sock and the black pair of panties that was
only were partially visible providing the Camel Toe Wedgie.  Ed surveyed
the teen.  He looked her from top to bottom and back up again.  His eyes
drinking in the sight of this sexy teen.  He knew that after her panties
were removed she would never appear to be the same to him.  He wanted the
memory of this girl the way she was at that exact moment to be etched in
his brain.

   "Ellen, if you take off those panties,... do you understand what it
means?" Edward asked.

   "Yes"

   "Tell me, I want to make sure you understand," he added.

   Ellen was put on the spot with the request.  She didn't exactly know
what he was asking.

   In that moment she thought about the years of teasing by her school
mates.  She thought about what they had said.  She thought about the sex ed
class for girls.  And she thought about her watching the boy and the girl
in the park.

   She thought about giving Edward a hand job and blow job just yesterday.
How she had power over a man much older than her.  How she had made him cum
on her terms, not his.  How he looked at the time of his orgasm with the
mixed expressions of concentration, desire, yearning, gratification and
relief.

   She remembered how sexy she felt with ropes of ejaculated sperm on her
chest and tits.  And how horny she got thinking about the blow job she had
given Edward.  How good it was for Ed to suck her tits, it made her feel
like a women instead of a little girl.  And she thought about the way
Edward had described her tits... she had doubts as to their attractiveness,
and Ed had proclaimed them desirable.

   And then there is the matter of the raging hormones of a thirteen year
old.  A brewing sex pot of curiosity, desire, lust, romance and urges.  One
that has simmered on the stove cooking with a little more heat applied
every day with bits and pieces of sexual stimuli thrown in.

   A thousand thoughts to answer just one request... What did she
understand?



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