Upset Ellen

A self-centered 15-year-old boy is annoyed by a neighbor girl's crying. To his surprise, he feels sorry for her and suggests they become a romantic couple.

Part One

I, Peter Gooding, had turned 15 years old in February of 1974. I was an only child, and a bit of a loner because I liked solitary pastimes such as reading, doing crosswords, and tackling similar types of puzzles. I had a great capacity to entertain myself, so I was often alone but never lonely. My family lived in what is considered northern Ontario. Even with the best antenna that money could buy, our family TV could pull in just two television stations provided the weather was favorable. Likewise, our radio might have six options on a clear day. Given that reality, one needed to be able to create one’s own entertainment or go stir crazy.

Northern Ontario is abundantly rich in minerals—and I lived in a thriving mining community. My father held fairly important management position with one of the larger mining companies in Canada, so his work kept him above ground (thankfully). The mine he was assigned to was doing well, so the population of my city had grown to a robust 56,000 according to the most recent census data. One such family was the Frankfords who lived next door to us. They too had one child, a girl named Ellen.

Our backyards were adjacent, separated only by a small row of hedges. There were gaps that allowed us to go from one yard to the next if we wanted to do so. That seldom happened. It wasn’t that we disliked the Frankfords at all, it’s that we both preferred to stay on our respective side of the hedge. It was a peaceful co-existence.

That changed one unseasonably warm Saturday in May 1974. I was sitting on the porch doing a “medium” level crossword puzzle when I heard a commotion in the Frankfords’ backyard. Ellen was socializing with a group of female classmates as she often did. I had never heard her break into tears before and start wailing. I glanced over the hedge—which was easily done—and saw four of her friends leave Ellen in a tearful state and walk away from her. Ellen was crying so loudly that I thought she may had been physically injured. She wasn’t; she was just terribly upset about something that had been said to her.

Finally, I couldn’t abide her wailing any longer. I wasn’t sympathetic. I just found that her loud sobbing was making it difficult to focus on my crossword puzzle. (Hey, I admit I wasn’t the most empathetic person in town.) I set my crossword book down, walked through the largest gap in the hedge, and intended to tell this girl I hardly knew to be quiet as a courtesy to me. However, something came over me when I saw how upset she was. I suddenly felt sorry for Ellen Frankford.

She hadn’t noticed I had entered her backyard. Therefore, I startled her slightly when I said, “Ellen, what’s wrong with you? Nothing can be that bad, can it?”

Ellen saw me through her river of tears and said rather pitifully, “I can’t get a boyfriend because I’m a fat girl.”

True, Ellen was a bit on the chunky side, but she wasn’t overly obese. She was sitting on her own porch much like I had been doing before I was interrupted. I took the liberty of sitting beside her. This was the first time we had ever said anything to each other, not counting a simple exchange of hellos. Perhaps I said the wrong thing when I commented, “Why are you even worried about having a boyfriend at your age?” I really didn’t know what Ellen’s age was. Her family had only lived in the neighborhood for about seven months. I had no idea where her father worked or if her mother was employed outside of the home. I wasn’t much of a busybody.

“All my friends do, Peter!” Ellen said, referring to her apparently having no boyfriend. “I’m the oddball. Jenny MacPherson said boys don’t fancy me because I’m too heavyset. That’s just a polite way of saying I’m a fat girl. Everyone else agreed with her.” Then she started crying loudly again.

I briefly put my arm around her to console her. Despite its short duration, that act was significant as it probably was a first in my sheltered life—hugging a female who wasn’t a relative. I tried a different approach to cheer her up. “Look, Ellen, I don’t have a girlfriend, either,” I noted. “Hey, I’ve never had one. I just prefer it that way because I like to do things by myself. I’m a natural loner.” I was going to refocus my purpose of crossing into her backyard and inform her that her crying had disrupted my puzzle-solving, but she interrupted my train of thought.

“Is that really true, Peter?” she asked me. “You’re such a cute boy. I would have thought that you’d have had a dozen girlfriends by now.”

“Nope,” I told her. “Not a single one.” Then I considered what she had just said a little bit more thoroughly and smiled at her. “Oh, I guess that was a compliment you just gave me! Thank you, Ellen!”
She told me I was welcome.

I decided I liked talking to Ellen, so I continued. I asked her, “What’s the rush in having a boyfriend at your age. Why do you even need one?”

“I just want to be like every other girl in my class—or at least most of them,” she said calmly. At least the tears had stopped flowing.

“Are you telling me that most of the girls in your class have boyfriends? I think you’re fibbing, Ellen.”

“Well, some do. At least the four who were visiting me today all have boyfriends.” Ellen insisted. “That’s what we were talking about when I got upset. They all said they were going to meet up with their boyfriends later today, but since I didn’t have one, there was no point in my joining them. Then Jenny said I was too fat for any boy to like me—and I started crying.” I could tell that Ellen was about to resume her weeping again, so I gave her another short hug. That act seemed to make her temporarily happy.

“Seriously, Ellen. what would you do if you had a boyfriend?” I asked her. It was a legitimate question, and I wanted a truthful answer.

She paused for a moment and said, “I suppose we’d do things together as a couple, like go places, hang out together, and visit each other’s houses, and stuff like that.”

I smiled and replied, “If that’s all you want in a boyfriend, I’ll happily be your boyfriend, Ellen—if you’ll have me. In fact, you can come over to my house right now and enjoy some lemonade and cookies with me. That can be our first official get-together. I don’t think we can really call it a date because we’re not going anywhere special. My parents are both away from home for a few hours, but my mom did some baking before she left. Her chocolate chip cookies are always excellent. I’m not sure they go well with the icy pitcher of pink lemonade in the fridge, but we can see how it goes.”

“Really, Peter? I’d love to do that. Give me a moment so I can ask my mother if I can go to your house. I’m sure she’ll say it’s okay.” Ellen got the approval and took my hand as I led her through the hedge. Suddenly, I had gotten myself a girlfriend without really trying to get one.

Part Two

Ellen and I ate half a dozen cookies and drank two large glasses of lemonade. We sat on our couch together. I noticed that Ellen narrowed the distance between us minute by minute. After about ten minutes, our hips were touching. I think she wanted to hug me, but she lacked the courage to do so. I would have been okay with it. Ellen, despite being chunky, was becoming more appealing to me. She had a gentle personality and a lovely smile. She was very feminine in her ways, too. That was important to me. I didn’t like girls who behaved like boys.

I decided to hold both her hands and ask her a few questions. They were warm to the touch. Her palms were a bit sweaty, too. I must have made her nervous, for some odd reason. I said to her, “Ellen, be honest with me. What else do you want a boyfriend for? The first thing I’d want in a girlfriend is someone to love. I think you can never have enough love in your life. What do you think about that?”

That comment set Ellen off—but in a very positive way! She immediately said, “Oh, yes, Peter! Of course, I agree!” She engulfed me in a firm bear hug and put her head on my shoulder. I was pleasantly surprised by the warmth and affection I was suddenly receiving from this neighbor girl I barely knew. It was more than very pleasant. In fact, it was downright enjoyable. I hugged her back and ran my fingers through her brunette tresses that touched her shoulders.

“This is a positive start!” I declared. “Let’s keep hugging; I like it!”

“I do, too, Peter. It’s fun hugging you!” she agreed.

We spent at least the next ten minutes hugging. I ran my hands up and down Ellen’s back, caressing it gently. She must have thought she should do the same to me, because she did. It felt wonderful, too. I wasn’t expecting that to happen.

We stared into each other eyes for a moment. I kissed her on her forehead as I played with her curly hair. She ran her fingers through my hair in return and then planted a very affectionate kiss on my lips. Wow! An electric feeling ran through my body. I began to get sexually aroused.

Neither one of us was interested in terminating our kiss, so it just continued as our hands began to explore each other. Ellen was the first to do something daring when she placed her left hand firmly onto my crotch and began to rub me in an erotic place.

Our lips finally separated. The first thing I said when I was able to speak was, “Ellen you are giving me a hardon. You know, an erection!”

“I think I know what you mean, Peter. My mom gave me the important talk about boys and girls when I started to grow my boobies. A boy can get a hard penis when the girl he is with makes him think about sex. Is that right, Peter?”

“Yes, that’s basically right,” I concurred. “Yes, you are making me think about sex because of your loving hugs, kisses, and touches. Every boy would get a hard penis from that, Ellen.”

“If you want, Peter, I’ll have sex with you so you can do something about your erection. Is that okay with you?”

I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity, so I promptly said, “That would be wonderful, Ellen. I’d like to have sex with you. After all, as of today, I’m your boyfriend, right?”

“That’s right!” she said with a giggle. “I guess we need to undress to have sex, so we should do that next.”

“Yes,” I said with encouragement. “You seem to know a lot about sex, Ellen. Have you had sex with a boy before today?”

“No,” I didn’t even have a boyfriend an hour ago, so of course I’ve never had sex. Have you had sex with a girl before, Peter? I bet you have because you are so handsome.”

I honestly told Ellen That I had sex once when I invited a girl from my class named Cathy Neminger to do her homework with me. “It was her idea—and it didn’t last very long,” I said with a chuckle. “Come to think of it, Ellen, we did it right here on this same leather couch. Say, that’s quite a coincidence, huh?”

“Yes, it was meant to be,” Ellen concluded. She stopped talking and started disrobing. I was enchanted.

Without further ado, Ellen pulled off her long-sleeve top and exposed her girlish tits to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra of any sort. Then she removed the slacks she was wearing to expose a pair of panties that were so pristine white that they had to have just come out of the package that morning. I stopped her so I could catch up to her swift pace of undressing.

I was just wearing my underwear. I stood up for dramatic effect, stepped close to Ellen, and dropped my briefs to the carpeted floor. My penis popped straight up, happy to be freed from its confined area. “This is what you’ve caused, Ellen. It’s all your fault—and I thank you. Having my penis this hard feels just great.” I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the lips briefly. “Now I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Ellen removed her white panties to expose a hairless vagina. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life, putting Cathy Neminger’s pussy to shame. I think I gasped with both excitement and anticipation.
“This is new to me, Peter,” Ellen admitted. “What do we do next?”

“You don’t have to do much at all, Ellen,” I told her kindly. “I have a special job today. I’m going to make love to you with my hands, mouth, and especially my erection. I want to please you sexually to the best of my ability. You can just lie back and enjoy it—or you can be very active in our lovemaking. Do what comes naturally, honey! That’s the best advice I can give you.”

She just nodded and put her back against the top of the brown leather couch we were sharing. I moved beside her, put my arms around her, and started to eagerly fondle Ellen’s tits. “Your breasts are beautiful, Ellen. They’re just perfect for you,” I told her as I groped her goodies. I felt my erection grow another inch—although this was plainly impossible. “I could play with these tits forever. Now I’m going to suck on them. That’s what they were made for.”

I guided Ellen to the corner of the couch where I could lean on her and suck on her very inviting nipples. She had the kind of breasts that narrowed to sexy points. I sucked on the left one and then the right one. “God, these are beautiful things to manhandle, Ellen. You better breastfeed all your babies someday because these jugs would be a real treat for them!” For fun, I put my face between them and squeezed them lovingly against my cheeks. I then kissed Ellen very romantically while I went back to groping them. I could have died happily at that moment.

I then noticed her wonderful, bald pussy staring at me, seemingly seeking my attention. I spread Ellen’s legs so I could move in for a thorough licking of her most sensual body part. As my tongue made gentle contact, she made cooing sounds which were very sexy to my ears. I then gave her long licks upward and downward and placed my tongue into her crevice. This was almost as pleasurable for me as tit-fondling. I’m certain it was more pleasurable for Ellen.

Ellen then asked me the greatest question I’d ever heard: “Can I do something to please you sexually, Peter? So far, you’re doing all the work!”

I thought to myself that I had hit the sexual jackpot. I promptly said to her, “What I was just doing to you, you can do for me, Ellen!” This time I laid myself against a corner of the leather couch and pointed to my erect phallus. “It’s there for the taking, my dear. Please suck my dick,” I eagerly suggested. “I’d love you to do that for me. It would give me unbelievable pleasure, I’m sure.”

Despite being totally new at giving blowjobs, Ellen did a passable job on me. She did more sucking than licking, but was not turned off by the task at all. I told her to lick the tip of my dick especially, because that was its most sensitive area. A few well-placed strokes of her tongue nearly put me over the edge.

“I hope I did that right, Peter,” she said in all seriousness. “You’ve made me feel so good that I want to do that all the time for you in return. I want to get good at sucking your dick.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely what a good girlfriend should strive for,” I told her. She believed me.

A few seconds later I instructed Ellen to stop the fellatio. (I had to explain to Ellen that was the formal term for a blowjob.) I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and I wanted to screw her before I came prematurely. “I just have to have a fuck with you now, Ellen. My dick craves your tight, bald pussy. Honestly, it can’t wait any longer.”

She went back to the corner of the couch and spread her legs to accept my penis. I was going to be extra gentle with her and barely penetrate her at all. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way, however slight. I placed the swollen head of my dick at the opening of her vagina and slowly pushed it forward. Ellen giggled at the initial sensation of taking my rod. I pushed it forward again; this time it was perhaps half an inch. Ellen said “Aah!” I pushed it in a bit further. We both simultaneously said “Aah!” Then I was overtaken by an unmistakable feeling mounting in my groin. A cum shot was inevitable. I hadn’t jerked off for more than two weeks, so I knew for certain it would be a whopper.

I wanted this fun sex act to last longer, so I was disappointed. “Oh, damn, Ellen. I’m going to come any second now. I’ll pull out,” I told her sadly. Indeed, it was a doozy I unleashed in the general direction of my sex partner. Sperm flew all over Ellen’s nude body from the top of her pussy to her chin. I counted four strong ropes of semen exiting my hard rod. I had never ejaculated so much goo in my life. Fucking Ellen, even very gently, was far better than jerking off to my stash of Penthouse centerfolds. I absolutely loved the sight of my semen hanging from Ellen’s delightful breasts.

Ellen made just one pithy comment about my terrific ejaculation: “Gee, you’re easy to please, Peter.”

I suppose I was. At that moment I concluded that having a compliant girlfriend was okay. Having a cum-covered, compliant one was utterly fantastic.