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Path: bbsnet!uupsi!psinntp!news.intercon.com!howland.reston.ans.net!pipex!sunic!trane.uninett.no!news.eunet.no!nuug!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi From: an38852@anon.penet.fi (Steven Edwards) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt3 - Learning Message-ID: <182322Z13011994@anon.penet.fi> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:20:46 UTC Reply-To: an38852@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service Lines: 505 X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Hi again, Hope no-one minds the re-prints of the first 3 parts. There are 5 brand-new parts to follow. Enjoy! Steve Edwards ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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. Please remember that this is just a fantasy. In real-life always practice safe-sex, or remain faithful to a faithful partner. It may be distributed electronically and archived, but only with these disclaimers and byline attached. It may not be sold for profit, except by me. :-) Louise's Awakening 3. Learning Louise was very tempted the next day not to go to school, but 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; and 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. Despite the "pep" talk, she realised that she still wasn't as indifferent to them as she wished. 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, had 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 her. Louise realised that if she knew that any of her friends had been driven by uncontrollable 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 pussy: 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. She was wet enough to be able to slide her finger in easily. She panted. It felt so good. So much, she imagined, like it must feel like 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 cubical next to her. 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. Nevertheless, 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. They were 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 reach 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 study 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 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 his penis that she hadn't been able to prevent herself 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 go 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. She was obviously over eighteen, although dressed to look younger. Underneath it on the same page was a picture showing a girl with dark hair in two pig-tails entering the room, she was dressed in a very short night-dress, and apparently she was 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 like that! Kissing! 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 sitting on the bed, her PJ top was discarded and lying over her teddy-bear, while the dark girl's mouth was closed over 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 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 flood 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 indignantly 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! It was not fair at all! 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, only to be reminded of it by her wet panties as she moved. Eventually, Amy turned her questions back to their earlier conversation, and she wanted to know all about Andrew's kisses, and how their date had gone. Louise was not in the habit of keeping things from Amy, for she was her best friend. Therefore, in spite of the embarrassment, Louise started to tell about her evening. No doubt her current sexual frustration contributed to her decision to tell about her frustration of the night before. Frustration seemed to demand that sex be discussed in recompense for not actually experiencing it! 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. Hadn't she wanted 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 Louise's 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 that no one could see. Amy surreptitiously rubbed her own pussy once or twice when she heard about Louise 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 studied it intently, her checks a flaming scarlet. She couldn't believe it! She had never dreamed of such pictures, of such perversions! This didn't stop her furtively rubbing herself, the pictures were so rude, so undeniably exciting! Louise wanted to masturbate as well, and so she suggested that they make themselves comfortable. Amy agreed, and looking at the magazine, they undressed themselves. Louise kept stealing glances towards her friend as she removed her blouse and bra. She was amazed at how beautiful Amy was ... she found herself wanting to reach out and touch Amy's small breasts ... but she didn't dare. Louise could feel her clitty buzz with urgent sexual desire as she stepped out of her skirt, watching Amy as she pushed her shorts down. Amy's panties were transparent with her love juices, giving Louise a preview of her friend's dark bush. Amy was shy about going further, but succumbed as Louise led the way. Louise secretly thrilled to display her blonde pussy to her friend. Louise continued to lead, being the first to blatantly frig her clitoris as she looked at the magazine. Amy was so horny she quickly followed suite. They both rubbed their own pussies as they turned page after page. Louise's bedroom was full of the sound of girlish whimpers and gasps of pleasure. Louise looked up to watch her friend as Amy gasped and sank a finger into her cunt. Amy's hair was starting to come undone, and a few wisps hung down her neck. She looked beautiful, and Louise longed to tell her. Instead she concentrated on her own caresses, moaning slightly at the sensations. The speed of both their caresses increased. 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 stopped her frantic rubbing, locking her hand in place, arching against it, her chest, neck and face deeply flushed with the long delayed pleasure. Louise didn't feel any embarrassment in climaxing before her friend. Instead she felt free and liberated. 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 that Amy was so attractive and sexy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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