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Louise's Awakening II: Temptation
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Copyright Steve Edwards, October 1993.
Warning: The following is a work of fiction, which hopefully you will find
erotic. All characters and places are figments of the author's imagination
and any resemblence to real events is purely coincidental. It contains
explicit material not suitable for minors. If you decide to engage in
sexual activities, please follow safe sex guidelines.
It may be distributed electronically, but only with these disclaimers and
byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except by me. :-)
Louise's Awakening
2. Temptation
Louise's awakening sexuality was put on hold over the
following weekend, as she was busy with her homework.
Actually it wasn't until Tuesday that she next met her
nemesis, Andrew. Louise was seated at her desk surprisingly
early on Tuesday morning, before Amy had arrived, and before
the teacher was due. Andrew came up to her, sat on her desk
again, and asked, `Hi gorgeous, been dreaming of me?' As
might be imagined, this threw Louise into considerable inner
confusion. Andrew was delighted to observe the embarrassed
blush which this question brought to Louise's cheeks. He'd
been expecting another cool brush-off from the ice-maiden
herself, but instead ... this! His ego was such that he
readily interpreted Louise's response as indicating that she
had been dreaming of him!
With surprising cunning, Andrew helped Louise out of her
embarrassment, by ignoring her flush, and by changing the
subject. Did she know that Mr Powell, the new science teacher
had been seen at a night-club with Miss Jenkins, a geography
teacher, and that everyone in Miss Jenkins' class reckoned
that he was screwing her? Had he continued the old subject,
he would have forced Louise to hide her confusion by
rejecting him, but in this way, she overcame her confusion
and remained in conversation with him. Now, Louise wasn't
overly fond of gossiping, but the idea of the glamorous Miss
Jenkins, whom all the boys drooled over, and the wimpish Mr
Powell being together was too outrageous not to be
fascinating news. Hence, she replied, `No! Really?', and
Andrew proceeded to assure her that the intelligence was
quite trustworthy, coming from Simon Young's brother, who'd
seen them himself. Before Louise was really aware of it, she
was in conversation with the unbearable Andrew Manchester,
and quite enjoying it too!
Louise was feeling rather tingly during the whole
conversation. Here he was sitting on her desk, larger than
life, and, in some undefined way, rather threatening. He was
an autonomous person, not a dream phantom under her control,
and she was very aware that he was all male. Different. Sexy.
Louise's fantasy of him kissing her until she was too weak to
stand had come back to haunt her with his first words, and
while, with superhuman effort, she'd overcome it well enough
to function something like an articulate human being, she
hadn't overcome it to the extent that she was free from a
constant sexual buzz. She was vibrantly aware of his strong
arms and his sensual lips. When he simply asked her if she
wanted to go out tonight without his usual macho-postering,
Louise found herself saying `Yes' before she was aware.
After eliciting this response Andrew went back to his own
desk, leaving Louise pondering the wisdom of her reply. While
they had been talking the class had been filling up, and most
of the pupils were there now. Amy was nearly the last to come
in, followed seconds later by the teacher, and the first
lesson started before Louise could confide in her.
From time to time, throughout the first lesson, Andrew
turned to smile and wink at Louise. Each time she could feel
colour rising to her cheeks, but was powerless to control her
reaction. She felt a tingle of excitement that she simply
couldn't analyse. Amy was amazed to detect the silent
communications between her friend and someone she had always
professed to detest. To Amy's quizzical look, Louise
whispered that she'd explain later.
Between lessons Amy demanded an explanation, but Louise was
unable to articulate her feelings well enough to satisfy her
friend ... she didn't really understand them herself so how
could she! Amy remained incredulous at Louise's change of
heart.
Unlike many heroines, Louise didn't spend ages that evening
searching through her wardrobe seeking something to wear. She
knew exactly what she wanted to wear: her just above the knee
skirt, with an "interesting" split at the back, and her
orange spotted tight scoop necked t-shirt. This was just the
image she wanted: sexy in an understated way. She didn't want
Andrew to think she was throwing herself at him, and nor did
she didn't want to look frumpy. Admiring the final product,
Louise was happy that she had managed to walk that fine line.
Louise slipped out, only telling her father that she was
going to the youth club to meet Amy and Nicole. He'd asked
whether it was wise given that it was a weekday night. She
had breezily reassured him that she was up on her homework,
and that she wouldn't be too late. Luckily it hadn't been her
mother she'd met, for she would have subjected her too a more
thorough cross-examination. Such subterfuge was necessary
partly because it was a Tuesday night, and partly because she
didn't want to face the inevitable questions about a
"boyfriend", and even worse, the subsequent teasing that was
bound to follow from her brother.
Andrew was waiting for her on the street corner that they'd
arranged to meet on, and they headed off to Joe's. Joe's was
a cafe, it was a bit squalid really, but it was the favourite
meeting place of many school children too young to gain entry
into a bar. They ordered cokes, and found an alcove at the
far end from the door, up against the wall. Andrew started to
kiss Louise almost as soon as they'd seated themselves. His
lips pressed closed on hers as he held her head. Louise was a
bit put out initially; she had expected some friendly
chatting first, a bit more romance, and a more secluded
rendezvous. She was aware that any of her school friends
might come in at any moment. Nevertheless, her day-dreams had
been right in one respect: Andrew knew how to kiss. Before
long, her frostiness melting, Louise found herself opening
her lips slightly in encouragement to Andrew's probing
tongue. Louise found it incredibly exciting as his strong
tongue entered her mouth and sought her tongue. It made her
feel weak and hot, both at the same time. They broke the kiss
to gasp for air, and then continued with more excitement than
before. Louise didn't care who saw her: this was
intoxicating.
Gaining in boldness, Louise tried chasing Andrew's tongue
into his mouth with hers. It was exciting probing into his
mouth. Louise reached around Andrew and held his back,
holding him close to her. A loud `Ahem' brought Joe's
crashing back around them. It was Nicole with a bloke in
leathers. `Mind if we join you?', Nicole asked with a
sparkle. `Of course not', Louise replied instinctively, her
good-manners outwitting her selfish desires in a deft move. A
blush tried to rise to her face, but she manfully fought it
down. `Nicole this is Andrew. Andrew: Nicole.' she said,
making introductions. Nicole introduced her biker friend as
`John, her new boyfriend.'
Nicole was a bubbly brunette, one year older than Louise,
but she was still a good friend of Louise's. Indeed, Nicole
was a bit of a role model for Louise, she was very clever,
having already secured a place at Cromwell Hall in a nearby
University a year early. Nicole and John ordered cokes, and
the four of them chatted together for a while as they sipped
their drinks. Louise was particularly keen to find out more
about John to see if he was good enough for her friend.
While they were chatting, under the table Andrew
surreptitiously placed his hand on Louise's knee. Her
surprised gasp came as she was sipping her drink, and Nicole
and John simply assumed she'd choked on the bubbles. Andrew
smiled sweetly back at her reproachful glance, and kept his
hand on her knee. As they continued to chat, Andrew slowly
slid his hand in spurts up Louise's thigh. Her agitation was
dampened by the undoubted thrill that his strong hand was
producing. It was delicious to feel his hand sliding up under
her skirt ... actually it was rucking her skirt up as it
rose. Louise could feel her excitement rising, and a flush
rise to her face, and his strong fingers traced erotic
patterns on her silken thigh. Apart from the trouble of
keeping the conversation going, the main worry that she had
was that she didn't know if Andrew knew when to stop.
Conversation, however, was running smoothly. Somehow Andrew
was able concentrate enough to talk about motor-bikes to John
with no problem whatsoever. As Andrew's hand rose higher it
was pushing her legs apart. Louise clenched her thighs
together. There was no way that she was going to let him go
any higher. Thwarted, his fingers marked time by moving in
the most stimulating of patterns. Louise began to feel quite
languid. When Andrew's hand moved up a bit more, Louise found
that she was too weak to impede his process; she wanted to,
but it felt too nice to stop.
Nicole was talking when Andrew's hand moved to just below
Louise's pussy. Louise's start went unnoticed, but with
complete resolution, alarm bells going off all over her head,
she took his hand and placed it lower down her leg. She was
not going to allow any boy such liberties. No way! After a
suitable interval it began its slow crawl upwards again.
Louise was more aroused this time, and succumbed more quickly
to the demanding caresses of Andrew's hand. He was running it
up the insides of her thighs, touching both legs at the same
time. This doubled the thrill, and at the same time,
increased the tension: its objective was unmistakable. Louise
clenched her legs again, but before long she had allowed her
legs to be parted a second time, her passion overriding her
better judgement. Not surprisingly Louise was having trouble
following the conversation, which lead Nicole to ask
solicitously, `Are you okay?'. `Fine thanks. Well actually,
I'm a bit tired', Louise extemporised. `Boyfriends are so
demanding aren't they? They can be quite exhausting!', Nicole
quipped with a sparkle.
Louise didn't fail to notice the silent exchange between
John and Nicole when she said that, and she realised that
there was definite double-entente behind the words. Could
they be lovers? Louise didn't pursue this thought, as she was
distracted by Andrew's fingers which were moving in intricate
patterns on her inner thighs just an inch from her panties.
It was very distracting! In fact, she found herself opening
her legs wider to encourage him with easier access. She knew
she ought to move his hand, but it was so nice, so tempting
to leave it there just a few seconds longer.
As Louise had secretly hoped, John and Nicole didn't stay
long, they were off to a friend's party. Andrew made use of
the of their standing up and leaving to advance that final
inch. Louise's gasp was lost in the noise of chair legs on
the wooden-floor. In spite of Louise's attempts to act
naturally, both John and Nicole thought she looked a little
strange as they left her: flushed and bright-eyed, as though
she were sickening for something. Louise dared not make any
obvious action to move his hand with her friend standing over
her to say goodbye, and by the time that they had turned
their backs, Andrew's fingers were well into tracing their
erotic tattoos over her pantie clad pussy. Her instinctive
clenching of her legs did nothing but trap his hand most
deliciously against her. His fingers still found a little
room to move with devastating effect. They were alone now,
and Louise had the freedom to engage in the quiet moans and
whimpers that her body was telling her it was so necessary to
make, as though they were some safety-value which prevented a
dangerous build-up of pleasure which would otherwise drive
her insane. The moans didn't travel to any of the other
booths, the juke-box music swallowed them up.
The pleasure that was washing through her from these
caresses was stronger than anything Louise had experienced
before. Touching her own pussy was nothing compared with
someone else touching her there. Louise was aware that she
was very excited, she could feel herself getting wet, wet
enough to soak through her panties. Eventually it was shame
at being so wet, rather than outrage at such liberties, that
drove her to remove Andrew's hand.
Louise accused, with a half-hearted reproach in her voice,
`You shouldn't have done that'. Andrew replied, `Why not? You
liked it didn't you?'. Louise could feel herself blushing
scarlet. `That's not the point, you just shouldn't have!',
she rushed on, trying to hide her confusion. Louise was aware
that her passion and embarrassment where combining to cloud
her thinking, making her words sound inane even in her own
ears. Her position was undoubtedly weakened by not being able
to take the moral high ground after having let his fingers
roam for so long.
Andrew was aware that arguing was not going to achieve his
aims, and so he said, `Let's not fight', as he reached out
and stroked Louise's hair, and then lowered his lips to hers
in a gentle kiss. Louise was aware that the subject had been
changed before she had made him acknowledge her position, but
the kiss was sweet, and she found it hard to stay indignant.
Furthermore her pussy was still aroused, and this was acting
as a strong imperative to override her better judgement, an
imperative to forget the past and to enjoy the kiss. It was
Louise who eventually deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue
into Andrew's mouth.
As they kissed, Andrew's hand closed upon Louise's breast
that was hidden by their bodies from the view of the rest of
Joe's. Louise couldn't withhold her moan which was swallowed
by Andrew's kisses: the sensations were every bit as good as
she'd imagined in her fantasy. It was this outworking of her
fantasy that made her forget to object to this action. Under
Andrew's caresses, her nipples erected, becoming efficient
transducers converting pressure to pleasure. Louise could
feel her clitoris throb at the rough handling of her breast.
The throb throb throb beating out a rhythm that called out
for Andrew's hand to return. The bells which recalled Dick
Wittington couldn't have been half as eloquent.
Louise broke their kiss and looked around nervously as
Andrew untucked her t-shirt from the waist-band of her skirt,
and slid an exploring hand up inside it. No-one was paying
them any attention at all. There were only two other booths
that could see into theirs, and in one another couple were
kissing, and the other only had one person in it, and he had
his back to them. Andrew's lips reclaimed hers as she moaned
with the sensual thrill of his hand on her bare breast. She
hadn't warn a bra this evening. His rough palm on her proud
nipple sent pleasure racing to between her legs. Her panties
were getting wetter.
Louise couldn't ignore the call of her pussy, she had to
touch it, she HAD TO! Surreptitiously, she slid her hand up
her skirt to her sopping pussy. She didn't want Andrew to
know what she was doing. Her moan as her fingers reached
their goal was lost amongst her other whimpers forced out by
his magic manipulation of her breast and nipple. There she
was, sitting in public with a boy, allowing him to fondle her
tits, while she covertly rubbed her pussy. Her rising passion
was broadcast by the reddening of her face and neck. She was
nearly there. Nearly.... she couldn't stop now if her parents
themselves came and sat down with them. Just a second longer
... `Oooowwwall' was a real cry of despair. Andrew's hand had
closed on hers, and had removed it, leaving her hips bucking
upwards in a most unlady-like way. Seeking that necessary
pressure that just wasn't there. Her hand was trapped in his,
it couldn't return.
`If I can't do that, I'm not sure that you should either',
he said with a smile. Louise could have killed him at that
second. Numerous oaths and curses sprang to her lips, but
were never uttered. Instead she turned to pleading, abject
grovelling. `Please' she whimpered, her hips still twitching.
`Please what?', asked Andrew. `Please' she begged again,
spreading her legs as far as she could in her the skirt.
`Tell me!' he demanded, a cruel smile on his face.
The was no internal battle. Louise was far too aroused to
be concerned about things like propriety. `I need a touch',
she whispered, her hips bucking again in emphasis. 'Where?',
he asked, determined to make her ask explicitly. `On my
clitty!' she gasped.
`Only if you take your panties off first', Andrew
negotiated, knowing that he held all the cards. Louise was
prepared to do anything, anything ... but the danger of
obeying this demand was sobering. She looked around, would
anyone see her? One booth was empty now, but the couple in
the other were still there, still kissing. They looked pretty
tied up with each other ... Dare she risk it? What if they
saw? They probably wouldn't. And it was a very sexy idea. The
danger was an aphrodisiac, a drug. She would do it!
`Don't look', she whispered, as she rucked her skirt up to
hook her fingers into the waist-band of her panties. Glancing
around, feeling very very naughty, she pulled her panties
down, stepping out of them. Her bottom felt hot on the cool
plastic of the bench seat. Her love juices were keeping her
pussy awash: ready to provide the lubricant for any caresses
that came its way. Andrew took the panties with their wet
patch from her, and, looking her straight in the eye, raised
them to his nose to smell. Louise didn't know whether to die
of embarrassment at this invasion of privacy, or to die of
fear, least someone should see her panties above the level of
the table. However, it only stoked her burning fire of need
to higher temperatures.
Andrew had just pocketed them when Jack the owner came into
view. (No-one knew why it was called Joe's, or who Joe was).
`Are you kids going to order or what? If you aren't, clear
off. I'm running a business here, not a youth club', he
growled at them. Andrew had to go up to the counter to order
two more cokes. Louise found herself drumming her feet on the
floor in frustration as this unexpected delay. The wait was
unbearable!
When Andrew returned with the cokes, Louise couldn't
believe it: he was with Julia Barrett and her boyfriend,
James. James and Andrew were good friends, and Louise got on
fairly well with Julia, although she was far from thrilled to
see her just then. It was obvious that they were going to
join them ... it was just not fair! She wanted ... no, she
NEEDED ... to cum, and now! Louise was suddenly aware of her
bare bottom, and her rucked up skirt. She was in a very
compromised position. Fortunately, the table was hiding this
from the others. Andrew caught her eye and grinned, enjoying
her predicament.
`Why don't you slide in there next to Louise', Andrew
suggested to James, his eyes twinkling at Louise. She only
just managed to flick her skirt down enough to hide the top
of her thighs before James joined her. Her eyes flashed
resentment at Andrew. What did he think he was doing? James
was squeezed in next to her, while Andrew and Julia sat
opposite. Could she lift her bottom enough to enable her to
work her skirt down properly without attracting James'
attention? More urgently, could she touch her aching
clitoris? Dare she come with others around? Could she hide it
from them? No, she dare not risk it. She'd have to escape to
the rest-room. But before she did that she had to rearrange
her skirt.
Then she felt it. It was Andrew's foot. He'd kicked off his
shoe and was running it up her leg. He wouldn't! He couldn't!
Louise could feel herself panicking, she knew he could and
would, and worse, she knew that she'd let him. Any pressure
was what her sex craved. As far as her body was concerned,
all risk was irrelevant in the face of her need. Andrew
maintained conversation with James while his foot moved up to
Louise's knees, parted them, and started to slide up her
thighs. Her body, ignoring all internal shrieks of protest,
open her legs of its own accord, and she moved forward to the
edge of the seat. Andrew stopped his advance inches from her
sopping pussy. Louise moaned quietly. James asked her if she
was alright. She managed to croak that she was fine. And then
contact was made. How she kept from moaning Louise never
knew. It took but a few wiggles of his toes and she was
coming. She wanted to pant and scream and cry-out and buck
and ... Yet, instead, she sat there silently and went bright
pink! She gasped for breath as the last earthquake rippled
through her body, she hadn't realised that she had stopped
breathing. James and Andrew were still talking, James had
noticed nothing. Julia however was looking at her rather
quizzically. She avoided her gaze.
Louise was overcome with embarrassment. She had to get
away. Yanking her skirt down and standing, she made her
apologies, saying she didn't feel very well and had to go
home, she picked up her coat, and fled Joe's, not waiting for
Andrew to escort her. She tried to compose herself as she
walked home. She tried to evaluate all that had happened that
day, but it was all too much. As she walked, she was aware of
the cool night air moving around her still wet pussy and
naked bottom. How could she have behaved so slutishly ... and
recklessly! She didn't even like Andrew Manchester! How could
she have let him touch her like that? She groaned when she
remembered that he still had her panties, her wet panties.
Would he ever let her live it down? What about Julia? How
much had she guessed?
When she got home, Louise went straight to her room,
stopping only to exchange the bare minimum of pleasantries
with her parents, who were still up, watching a late film.
Once in her room, Louise couldn't face more analysis, she
went straight to bed. She didn't even remove the small amount
of make-up she had on. So what of she got spots! At least
then boys wouldn't bother her. She went straight to sleep,
her body and mind glad of the opportunity to shut down.
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