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Louise's Awakening III: Another Test
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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.
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Louise's Awakening
3. Another Test
Louise was very tempted the next day not to go to school,
to pretend to be sick instead. She dreaded that the story of
her behaviour would be all over the school, that everyone in
her class would know, that Amy would know, that Andrew would
have passed her panties around. She dreaded being very
embarrassed. She dreaded getting a "reputation", a reputation
for being easy, a "slut". She felt sick to her stomach. It
would require very little acting to convince her parents that
she was too ill to go to school today. Memories of last night
lay like a lead weight on her heart.
She didn't understand why she had acted so. She had been
sexually excited. Was that an excuse? Was it a reason?
Whatever it was, she knew she had to be more careful in
future. This blossoming sexuality was very powerful stuff. It
could blow your life apart. She scolded herself for being
melodramatic. She had no time for teenage angst. Her life
wasn't ruined. But it could get very embarrassing for awhile.
She wondered if all the nice boys, the ones she wouldn't mind
meeting, would keep clear from her if she got a "reputation"?
Would she attract even more jerks with their "wanna-fucks"?
What did she care about boys anyway? She had plenty of time;
time to find someone nice when she went to University.
Eventually Louise determined that she would go to school.
She felt she needed to for herself. She needed to face her
fears, face the worst. Nevertheless it was with trepidation
that she entered the classroom. Amazingly, no one turned
around to look at her, except, of course, Amy who welcomed
her with a smile. Perhaps Andrew hadn't told? Perhaps Julia
didn't guess? It seemed too marvellous to believe: she'd been
convinced that everyone would know that she'd let
Andrew-Manchester-masturbate-her-with-his-foot-in-a-public-place.
Even in her thoughts, she skimmed over the memory.
Fortunately, she didn't have to face Andrew yet, he was in
different classes from her that morning: he wasn't as good at
mathematics and science as she was.
She passed Julia in a corridor while changing classes: they
had both flushed and had not known what to say. Julia,
seeking small-talk to cover their embarrassment, asked, `Did
you have a good time last night?' When she realised what she
had asked, she blushed even redder than Louise, and escaped
to her class, muttering, `Sorry'. Louise was almost more
embarrassed for her friend than for herself. Julia had
obviously realised that she had climaxed. Did she know what
Andrew had been doing? Probably. Still it wasn't so bad:
Julia was unlikely to tell anyone, she was too embarrassed to
even think about it. Actually, that probably wasn't true,
Louise realised. Julia had probably done nothing else but
think about it last night, as she had rubbed her wet pussy in
the privacy of her own room. At least she would have, if she
was anything like Louise. Louise realised that if she knew
that any of her friends had been driven by uncontrollable
sexual desires into a very public climax it would send her
into the most amazing masturbation fantasies. Just thinking
about it hypothetically was enough to get the blood flowing
to her pussy lips and to get her clitoris to twitch. Louise
was getting aroused. Should she just forget it and go to her
next class, or did she have time to go to a rest-room?
She was rarely late for class. Just this once wouldn't
matter. Anyway, after last night she was sick of unfulfilled
excitement. She darted down a side corridor, and entered the
girls'-room. She entered a stall, lowered the seat, and,
hitching up her skirt, sat on it. She didn't mess about, she
paced her hand directly over her cunt: her panties were
already slightly wet. Her decision to divert here had quickly
got her more excited. Even through her panties her touch felt
wonderful; she moaned slightly. Lifting her bottom, she
quickly removed her panties. She used two fingers to part her
labia, while she slowly slid a third into her vagina. It was
wet enough for her finger to slide in easily. She panted. It
felt so good. So much like it must for a boy's cock to enter.
She positioned her finger so that it passed through the
rather tight hole in her hymen. It sank all the way in. She
pulled it half out; it was slick with her juices, her love
cream. She pushed it in, harder this time. Her knuckles
brushed her clitoris. She moaned. It was so lewd. So sexy. So
nice. So very nice. She pumped a few more times.
Suddenly Louise froze. Two girls had just entered the
rest-room. They were giggling. They must be skipping class.
She immediately realised that she hadn't locked her cubicle.
She hoped neither of them would try her door. They didn't.
Louise couldn't work it out: it sounded as if they were both
in the next cubical to hers. There was more giggling. One
hushed the other, `Shhhh, someone might hear'. The other
replied, `The room is empty, and everyone is in class. Here,
look at that.'
Louise couldn't begin to guess what this last command
referred to. She longed to see too. There was some rummaging,
the noise of pages being turned. There was the occasional
gasp, and `look at that!'. Louise wondered if it was a
pornographic magazine that they were looking at. The idea
that it was, made her pussy juice cream around her finger.
Being careful not to make any noise, she slowly slid her
finger in and out; making sure she rubbed her clitoris on
each inward probe. One of the girls gasped, `Doesn't that
make you excited?'. The other replied in a breathless voice,
`Yesss'. `Does it make your clitty throb, and your pussy all
wet, just like her's in the picture?', the first girl asked
again. Her friend only murmured an affirmative, passion
beginning to make her pant. Louise was getting more and more
horny. It sounded like these girls were really getting
excited by these pictures! There was a sigh of pleasure from
the next cubical, a satisfied `mmmmmm'. The first girl was
saying, `Yes, rub your pussy, put your hand in your panties,
flick your clitty. Just like I'm doing'. The second girl
moaned again, and said, `Mmmm, it feels good'.
Louise had managed to squeeze two fingers into her virgin
cunt, she was so wet. She was pushing them in and out like
mad. It was so exciting hearing these two right next to her.
If only she could see them! It was too risky to look over the
partition, but her imagination was filling in all the details
anyway. They were gasping and moaning next to her.
Approaching climax fast if their whimpers were anything to go
by. `Oh, I coming, I'm coming .... Oohhh ahhh', cried the
second girl, followed immediately afterwards by her friend,
`Me too, Oohhh, Aaaahhh'. Their cries were very exciting.
Louise's hand brushed her clitoris just as the last of
their sighs died away. The excitement and her caresses were
too much: she whimpered and gasped in climax. There was no
way she could be quiet. Next door, there were hurried
whispers of `Quick there is someone here' and `Lets go'. The
door of their stall crashed opened, and they sped off. Louise
hadn't recognised their voices, and she never got to see
them, but her mystery colleagues in masturbation had
certainly helped her to rich a very good climax.
Louise was alone again. She still felt horny. She continued
to squeeze and flick her throbbing clitoris. She could come
again. On impulse, without even pulling on her panties she
looked into next stall. There on the toilet set was the
magazine. Curiosity having mastered her, Louise picked up the
magazine, and returned to her cubical. She was careful to
lock the door this time. She rubbed her clitoris as she
looked through the magazine. It was much more explicit than
the one she'd seen in Michael's room. There were pictures of
models with their pussy lips held open, their glistening
pussies exposed to the camera. In a few there were some men
with their erections disappearing into the mouths of the
models. The actual point of penetration was blocked out by a
censor's black circle, but it hid so little it might as well
not be there. Once Louise had worked out was was being
depicted, she was shocked, disgusted, intrigued, and aroused,
all at once. Her cunt twitched, it had no doubt that the
images were sexy. An erect penis was so big! So lewd! So ....
sexy! But would a woman want to take a man's cock into her
mouth? Wasn't it unnatural, or dirty, or ...? Actually,
Louise recognised the looks of lust on the models' faces:
they were enjoying it too. Louise found the whole idea a big
turn on, as she frigged her pussy rapidly. She was quickly
building to another big climax. She whimpered and came,
bucking her pussy up against her fingers.
When she had finished, she had to decide what to do with
the magazine. She wanted to study it more. She wanted to take
it home and look at it in comfort in her own room. But what if
her parents found it? What if a friend saw it in her bag
before she had got it home. Suppose some boys started
throwing her bag around, as had happened once, and it fell
out. She would die of embarrassment. Reluctantly, she
concluded that she ought to leave it there.
After freshening up, Louise arrived late for her class,
explaining to her teacher that she had had an upset stomach.
All through the lesson she had trouble concentrating, she
kept on thinking about the magazine and the pictures she had
seen. There had been one picture which showed a woman was on
her knees taking a man's cock in her mouth, while she was
reaching back between her legs and rubbing her pussy. For
some reason Louise found this picture especially exciting,
perhaps it was the look of concentration on the man's face,
as though he was about to climax at any second, or perhaps it
was that the woman had been so hot licking the penis that she
hadn't been able to prevent masturbating before the man and
the camera. What ever the reason, the image was very
powerful, and Louise could feel herself getting wet again.
She kept on thinking about the pictures all through the rest
of the class. By the end, she had made up her mind, she was
going to get the magazine. As soon as the bell went she was
off to the rest-room. It was where she had left it. Feeling
very guilty, she placed it in the bottom of her bag, and
hoped no-one would find it.
At lunch time Louise met Andrew. She had been dreading this
moment, unsure of how he was going to act, or what she was
going to say. Would he make crass or lewd comments? Would he
be angry at her leaving him like that? How could she face
him, knowing he still had a pair of her panties. How was she
supposed to act? In the event, it was a lot less awful than
she had feared. He had smiled when he saw her, and had come
over and said that he hoped she got home alright last night.
She had smiled in return, and said that she had got home
without any trouble, thank you. A few moments of awkwardness
had followed, but Andrew had ended it by saying, `See you
around' and walking off. His obvious shyness and awkwardness
warmed Louise to him; maybe he wasn't the macho-jerk that
she'd always thought that he was.
Louise ate her lunch with Amy, who wanted to know `all
about last night'. Louise told her that she had gone to Joe's
with Andrew, that they had kissed a bit, had a few cokes, and
had talked to a few friends, including Nicole and her
boyfriend, John, and Julia and James. `Well?', Amy had asked.
`Well what?', asked Louise, genuinely confused. `What was it
like to kiss Andrew?', demanded Amy, exasperated that her
friend was so dense.
`Oh ... It was alright. Actually, it was very good. He
really knows how to kiss'.
`Yes?'
`Yes! His kisses leave you feeling all weak and dreamy'.
`Sounds nice. Was he romantic?'
Louise coloured slightly at the question, but answered
honestly, `No. All he was interested in was kissing'. Amy
gave her a look as if to say, how could you enjoy kissing him
if he didn't take any interest in you. Louise replied, `I
know, I always said I was only going to kiss someone I loved
... You needn't look at me like that! It was just different,
okay? He kind of made me feel all sexy and hot, and all I
cared about was kissing.' Amy laughed, `So "weak and dreamy"
was actually "sexy and hot" was it!'
Louise smiled, `If you'd been kissed like that, you'd know
exactly how I felt. He was so good, I didn't know which way
was up!' `Wow, he must be some kisser!', was Amy's comment.
`Tell me about it in more detail'. Just then the bell
signifying the end of lunch rang. Louise said, `Come over to
my house tonight, and I'll tell you all about it. Must dash,
see you later.' With that, they parted and went to their
respective classes.
That evening Louise was itching to escape from the family
meal table, and retire to her room to study her magazine. The
meal seemed to drag on unbearably. Nevertheless it ended
eventually, and she was able to retire to her room. She
wondered whether she should put something up against the door
to give her some warning if someone tried to enter, but
realised that with her brother being around a friend's house,
any disturbances were very unlikely. Her parents rarely
bothered her when she was in her room, they just were happy
that she was in and, supposedly, doing her homework.
With trembling fingers she opened her school bag, and
hunted through it for the magazine. It was gone! No it wasn't
... there it was at the bottom where she had put it. Shaking
with excitement and guilt she sat on her bed, and opened the
magazine. The first picture was of a young woman in a
bedroom, she was dressed in pink pyjamas, there was a
teddy-bear on her bed. Her blonde hair was in a pony-tail.
Underneath it on the same page was a picture showing girl
with dark hair entering the room, she was dressed in a very
short night-dress, and apparently she crying, which according
to the caption was because of the thunder storm. A picture on
the next page showed the two of them embracing, the buttons
of the blonde's pyjamas top had for some reason started to
become undone. The fourth picture showed them kissing, their
tongues touching each other's, the hand of the dark girl was
clutching one of the blonde girl's breasts, her other breast
was exposed, its pink nipple was erect.
Louise stared at the four pictures in fascination. She was
surprised and astonished to see two girls behaving like that.
Touching each other! The sight of the erect nipple was very
erotic. Louise turned the page, she was shaking even more
than before. On the next page was a picture of the blonde's
PJ top discarded, lying over her teddy-bear, while the dark
girl's mouth closed on one of her nipples. The next picture
was a close-up of her pink tongue licking that hard nipple.
The third picture was a full page one, and showed that the
dark girl had turned around, and the blonde was pulling her
night-dress over her head. Her dark pussy had just come into
view.
Louise took in all three pictures at once, and then studied
each in turn. It was unbelievable. It was exciting. It was
wicked. It was arousing. Louise could feel herself getting
wet. She started massaging one of her breasts through her
school blouse. Unsatisfied, she popped open a few buttons,
and slid her hand inside her blouse. She could feel her erect
nipple thrusting into her bra. Slipping the strap off her
shoulder inside her blouse, she lowered the bra-cup and held
her naked breast.
With her other hand she turned the next page: the first
photograph showed the dark girl naked, while the blonde held
her breasts from behind, the prominent nipples being pinched
between her fingers. The dark girl had turned her head, and
they were kissing. The second picture showed the dark girl
kissing the blonde's hip, as her PJ bottoms were being pushed
to her feet. The blonde's pussy hair was rather sparse, a
little like her own, Louise noted. Louise lay the magazine on
the bed, and lay down beside it on her side, seeking a more
comfortable position. She was still shocked by what she was
seeing, but it was very exciting too. She pinched her nipple,
the resulting wave of pleasure making her gasp softly. The
third picture was very lewd. The blonde was standing with one
leg raised, her foot on the bed. she was holding opened her
labia, showing her glistening pussy. The dark girl was
kneeling at her feet cupping her own breasts, and she was
bringing her mouth towards the blonde's pussy ... her tongue
was out ready to lick! Louise was shocked to her core!!
Maybe, just maybe, a girl would want to take a man's penis
into their mouth, but surely no-one would want to lick a
girl's pussy! It was dirty, totally disgusting! Nevertheless
Louise was getting very very excited. She could feel that her
panties were wet. She reached a hand up her school skirt to
find out how wet. She gasped at what she found. They were
sopping! Louise liked the feel of her hand on her pussy, even
over her panties, and couldn't help rubbing it a bit. She
closed her eyes and rubbed, her clitoris basking in all the
attention. She opened her eyes and looked at the lewd picture
as she masturbated. The blonde's pussy was so wet. So
enticing. I wonder what it would taste like ...?
Louise was embarrassed to catch herself thinking such
thoughts, and so with a hand smeared with love-juice she
turned the page of the magazine. The first picture showed the
two girl's lying next to each other, each had their mouths on
the other's pussy. It was the blonde girl's mouth which was
nearest the camera, and the picture should have shown her
tongue probing between the dark girl's labia, only instead
there was the censor's intrusive little black circle. Louise
felt irritated at the senseless interference, nevertheless
the picture was still very arousing. The second picture
showed both girl's looking up towards the door, where a man
in a business-suit stood, looking surprised. The last picture
showed the man seated on the bed, with the naked blonde girl
over his knee with his hand raised to smack her bottom, which
was already reddened. The dark girl was kneeling on the bed,
hugging the teddy-bear to her. The caption said, "It's your
turn next, lesbian slut!"
Louise sent her hand back to its task of rubbing her pussy.
The images were extremely exciting. She abhorred the
despising tone of the last caption, but that could not wipe
out the sexiness of the image. Girl's licking each other ...
only to be discovered ... and then smacked! Louise could
identify with the worry of being discovered. As she pulled
her panties to one side, and slide a finger into her vagina
she was very aware that anyone could walk through her door at
any second. She could never stop what she was doing and hide
the magazine before the door opened. Furthermore, the idea of
the shame and the indignanty of being put over a man's knee
was, for some reason, a very powerful image for Louise.
Louise knew that her climax was not far away. She was panting
slightly. Suddenly she froze. Her mother's voice was calling.
What was she saying? `Louise, Amy is here for you'. Louise
could hear the sound of Amy walking up the stairs to her
room. She groaned quietly, her orgasm was going to have to be
postponed again!
Louise straightened her clothes, and slid the magazine
under her bed. The only thing she couldn't do anything about
in time was her pussy-juices on her hand. Need being the
mother of experimentation, Louise was sucking her fingers as
she opened the door for Amy. Amy gave her a sweet smiled as
she entered. Louise returned the smile in spite of being
distracted by her own taste: she rather liked it!
Louise was a bit concerned that Amy would smell her
wantonness, but she gave no indication that she did. Louise
could feel her sexual buzz slowly die away, sometimes only
being reminded of it by her wet panties when she moved.
Eventually, Amy turned her questions back to their earlier
conversation, and she wanted to know all about Andrew's
kisses, and their date. Louise was not in the habit of
keeping things from Amy, for after all she was her best
friend, and so, in spite of the embarrassment, she started to
tell about her date. No doubt her current sexual frustration
helped contribute to her decision to tell about her
frustration of the night before. Frustration demanding the
discussion of sex if it couldn't get the real thing! Louise
told Amy about Andrew sliding his hand up her skirt while
Nicole was there. Amy had squealed, goggle-eyed, on hearing
this, and had asked how she had managed. Didn't she want to
just slap his face! Louise tried to explain that his fingers
were kind of magical, and had made her feel all weak, and so
she had let him touch her pussy over her panties. Amy had
been shocked to hear this ... and excited. She had demanded
to know how it had felt, and what had happened next. Louise
tried her best to describe it, and eventually said, why don't
you touch yourself to get some idea of what it felt like! Amy
was too embarrassed to do that, but it was clear to Louise
that she wanted to. Amy got more and more agitated as she
heard about how he had touched her naked breast inside her
t-shirt. Even Amy's `Louise, how could you!' was less of a
reproach, and more of an encouragement to continue the story.
When she heard about Andrew asking her remove her panties,
she cried, `You didn't!'. Amy was unaware that in her
excitement she was caressing her inner thighs near to the
crease of her shorts. Louise was getting excited again
herself, remembering last night and watching her friend. She
assured Amy that she had, after looking around to check no
one could see. Amy surreptitiously rubbed her own pussy once
or twice as when she heard about nearly being caught by Jack
and about Julia and James joining them. The rubs became more
frequent as she heard about Louise's climax on Andrew's toes.
Louise was excited to see her friend so aroused. Sensing
that this was a good time, she retrieved the magazine from
under her bed and showed it to Amy. Amy couldn't believe it!
She had never dreamed of such pictures, of such perversions!
This didn't stop her rubbing. Louise wanted to masturbate as
well, and so suggested that they make themselves comfortable.
Amy agreed, and looking at the magazine, they undressed
themselves. Louise was amazed at how beautiful her friend was
... she found herself wanting to reach out and touch Amy's
small breasts ... but she didn't dare. They both rubbed their
own pussies as they turned page after page. Amy came first,
gasping and shuddering as she looked at a picture of a man
fucking a woman, his thick cock almost completely sunk into
her pussy. The censor's circle was invisible to their
imaginations. Louise came a minute later, while looking at a
picture of a woman looking up at a man with the most
suggestive look that Louise had ever seen while sucking on
his cock. Louise didn't feel any embarrassment in climaxing
before her friend. It was an extra good one, having been
delayed from earlier.
Nevertheless, there was a subtle change in their friendship
as they got dressed afterwards. They had shared sexual
experiences to a level that they never had before. As Amy
left, borrowing the magazine to show her sister, Louise
reflected that their friendship was changed in a slightly
different way as well: she had never realised before how
attractive and sexy Amy was.
4. The Choice
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