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Path: bbsnet!uupsi!psinntp!news.intercon.com!howland.reston.ans.net!EU.net!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: Pt4 - Decision Message-ID: <182316Z13011994@anon.penet.fi> Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 18:19:24 UTC Reply-To: an38852@anon.penet.fi Organization: Anonymous contact service Lines: 464 X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Hi, This is the first new section. Please let me know what you think. Comments are welcome. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have read access to the alt.sex hierarchy, so you will have to email me. take care all, Steve Edwards. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Copyright Steve Edwards, January 1994. 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 4. Decision The next day Louise was surprised to enter the classroom to find Amy standing by Andrew Manchester's desk talking to him. Her curiosity was piqued, but Amy was irritatingly mysterious, and refused to respond to her questioning look other than with an enigmatic smile. Andrew turned and gave her the full wattage of one of his sexy smiles. She was unmoved. What were those two scheming? "What were you doing, checking on my story?", she demanded of Amy when she eventually returned to her seat. Amy smiled and said carelessly, "Wouldn't you like to know!" Louise could feel her anger flare; "If I didn't I wouldn't have asked would I?" Amy's reply was checked by the teacher choosing that moment to enter. Her eyes however expressed her apology. Louise still didn't know what they had been talking about however. Throughout the first lesson, whenever Louise caught Amy's eye, all she got was a "happy smile" in return. It was most frustrating. Louise's curiosity was further kept on the boil by the occasional glance she noticed passing between Andrew and Amy. They definitely had some private understanding between them! Between lessons Amy rushed off to the rest-room before Louise had a chance to question her. So instead she went up to Andrew. She was suddenly aware of his manliness again as she approached him. Memories of his hands on her legs and breasts came unbidden to haunt her, and left her feeling rather insecure as she waited for him to notice her. Louise found that her heart did a ridiculous pitter-patter as he turned and smiled at her. "What were you planning with Amy?", she asked, realising that she sounded like a jealous shrew even as she asked it. Andrew ignored her question, and instead asked what she was doing that night, because he would like to take her to a party that a friend of his was throwing. Louise found herself admitting the emptiness of her diary before she had had a chance to decide whether she wanted to go or not. Before she even had time to formulate her uneasiness to herself, it seemed that Andrew had taken an empty diary for acceptance, and was arranging to meet her at 8:00. She didn't feel like fighting, and so let it past. It wasn't until lunch time that Louise got a chance to question Amy. It turned out that Amy was going to the party as well, and that Andrew had asked her! Louise was puzzled, just what was Andrew playing at? Andrew chose that moment to come up and sit with them. He turned a chair backwards, sat astride it, and said, "Well ladies, all ready for the wild party tonight? I'm going to have the hottest chicks there!" Louise could feel her anger and indignation rise within her, but before she could explode Amy touched her arm and smiled, saying, "I'm really pleased we are going together Louise. It is really sweet of you to share Andrew with me for the evening". Louise was confused, she didn't want to appear ungracious, but what exactly was going on? Why hadn't Andrew warned her? She was in a whirl, it was all going so fast. She wasn't sure what she felt. Louise watched dumbfounded as Andrew stood, pulled Amy to him and kissed her, while boldly placing a hand on her breast. It was a long kiss, and Amy was red and breathless when Andrew finally let her go. Louise found a mixture of emotions rushing through her, as Andrew pulled her to him. Jealousy at Amy, anger at Andrew, and excitement at the situation, all vied with each other within her. Rational thought dissolved however as Andrew's lips closed on hers. She groaned into his mouth as she felt his hand touch her breast. Her nipples erected themselves and thrust into his palms. Andrew's tongue probed her mouth, leaving her weak and lost. Just as suddenly, she was dropped. Before they could organise their objections or questions, Andrew was marching away from them, having assured them that he'd pick them up at Amy's at 8:00. Louise and Amy looked at each other. They were both still breathing heavily from Andrew's kisses, and they were both still flushed from his caresses. "Wow", Amy said weakly, raising a hand to her lips. Louise had to agree that that summed up how she felt as well. They looked around, their behaviour had gone unnoticed by the other pupils, or at least, any that had watched had since lost interest in them. They parted then for their next classes, after arranging to meet at Amy's at 7:00. That evening Louise informed her parents that she was going over to Amy's. They had accepted her plans without comment. They liked Amy, and rarely objected to Louise spending time with her. Louise wanted to give them no cause for suspicion, so she wore her comfortable lazing-around-the-house clothes. However, instead of her books, her bag was full of her party clothes and cosmetics. Louise rang the bell, and Mrs Marshall opened the door. After the inevitable small talk about how she was doing at school, Amy rescued her from her mother, and they went up to her room. Once the door was shut, Amy showed her the clothes that she was planning on wearing tonight: black bra and panties, suspender belt and stockings; a tight green skirt which came to just above the knee; and a gold silk blouse. Louise had not seen her friend's outfit before, and so made the appropriate noises of appreciation. Louise took her own clothes out of her bag. Fortunately, they hadn't got too creased in transit. She was going to wear her shortest black mini-skirt and her shear red blouse. Louise sat at Amy's dressing table to apply her make-up, while Amy changed. She had already put her make-up on. Louise couldn't avoid monitoring the progress of her friend in the mirror; Amy was very beautiful as she stripped naked ... her small breasts framed by her long well-brushed hair; Louise was captivated as Amy slipped on her sexy panties and encased her breasts in the bra which looked so black against her fair skin. Louise missed her putting on her stockings as she had to concentrate on applying her own eye-shadow. When she next looked Amy was dressed. Then it was Louise's turn to change. She felt surprisingly self-conscious as she pulled her sweater over her head, and stepped out of her old jeans. She was aware of Amy's eyes on her as she pulled her white panties down and unclasped her bra. Her nipples tightened in the cool air. She felt exposed as she bent over to step into her silk panties. Louise's fingers trembled as she buttoned her blouse. She tingled as the material moved over her erect nipples. She was going to be very daring tonight, she was not going to wear a bra in spite of such a shear blouse. She knew her nipples would be visible. Louise pull on her skirt and after fastening it, she pulled it down as far as it would go, but it still only just hid her bottom. Louise started to have qualms about how provocatively she was dressing. What if Andrew got ideas? She was determined that she was not going to make a fool of herself like last time. Not only that, but she had to be more careful. Her reckless behaviour with Andrew the other night had only strengthened her determination to remain pure for her wedding night. "Do I look alright?", she asked hesitantly. "Wonderful", Amy stated. "Are you sure I'm not being too blatant?", Louise worried. "Of course not. You don't want to look like a frump do you?", Amy encouraged. "Anyway, it's too late to worry now, that sounds like Andrew at the door". Grabbing their coats they went downstairs. Mrs Marshall was making small talk with Andrew in the hall. "Have a good party", Mrs Marshall shouted after them as they left the house. As soon as they had passed out of her sight, Andrew stopped and drew Amy to him for a steamy kiss. Louise looked on with mixed feelings, jealousy and embarrassment were the strongest. However, it did thrill her to see her friend being kissed and caressed in public where any of her neighbours could see her. Amy was gasping slightly into Andrew's hard kisses, as his hand squeezed her breast inside her coat. Abruptly, Andrew turned from Amy, and pulled Louise to him. She fully intended to resist him, but when it came to it her strength deserted her. Her hands, which she had brought up to defend herself, where trapped helplessly between their bodies. Andrew's hands grew more demanding as they closed with delight on her free breasts. Louise moaned softly as his rough hands touched her hard and sensitive nipples through her blouse. By the time Andrew stopped kissing her, she was short of breath and decidedly turned on. Gosh, but was that erotic! She was horny! The whole-world may as well have disappeared, anybody could have passed by and Louise wouldn't have noticed. Something inside her thrilled at his rough treatment. With irrepressible high spirits, Andrew lead them the short distance to his friend's house. A party was obviously well under way. The whole house was ablaze with flashing lights, and loud music could be heard thumping away within. Silhouettes against the windows revealed that the place was already heaving. They handed their coats to someone who was collecting them as they entered, they got drinks from a make-shift bar in the hall, and started to work their way into one of the rooms. They found a Nicole and John standing in one corner. They joined them and chatted for a while. John went and got them drinks. Louise declined alcohol and stuck with coke. She knew she could still have fun without drinking, and she wanted to be very careful she didn't lose control, at least not until she'd got a better grip on her sexual feelings. The party was going well, although Louise never quite sorted out in her own mind who was the host. Feeling slightly abandoned, Louise watched as Amy and Andrew, and Nicole and John danced. She tried to sort out her feelings about Amy and Andrew as she sipped on her drink. Was she jealous? Not really. Why not? She didn't know. She didn't really feel any desire to "own" Andrew. Sure, he was sexy, but she wasn't sure she even liked him. And Amy was her best friend. But did best friends try to steal their friend's blokes? Come to that, did best friends get the hots for one another? Louise had to admit that it was Amy's cute bum in her green skirt which caught her eye, as often as it was Andrew's taut ass. "Come and join us", Andrew shouted over the music. Louise put her drink down where she hoped she would be able to find it later and self-consciously made her way into the writhing throng of bodies. She quickly found it was easy to lose herself to the rhythm, especially as she stared at the sexily gyrating bodies of Amy and Andrew. Her bouncing breasts attracted both their eyes like magnets, and, intoxicated with the power, Louise surrendered herself to the beat. A few songs later, and they were ready to collapse and consume another drink. Nicole and John had disappeared. They found a place to sit on the ground, with their backs up against a wall while Andrew went off to get them more drinks. When Andrew returned he insisted on sitting between them, "so he could keep an eye on his harem". Louise quickly found this involved keeping a hand on each of their thighs. Given her short skirt, Andrew had easy access to her, and his fingers were dangerously close to where she knew she couldn't afford to let them roam again. Nevertheless, the sensual pattern that his fingers tattooed on her skin was as erotic as before. Amy was finding it likewise. Louise noticed that, in front of everybody, Amy had allowed Andrew to push her skirt up so that her stocking tops were revealed. She had never seen Amy behaving in such a sluttish way before. Come to that, she had never behaved in such a sluttish way either, not counting the other night. Andrew was taking it in turns to kiss them, keeping them both "on the boil". They were both starting to breath slightly raggedly, and Amy was even moaning quietly from time to time. She had never had her inner thighs caressed before. Andrew in comparison, while revelling in his power over them, seemed practically unaffected by everything, although there was an enticing bulge in his pants that attracted Louise's eye from time to time. As Andrew turned from kissing her to Amy, Louise had a chance to look around the room, while letting her breathing return to normal. Many were still dancing, but some had started to get into some heavy petting scenes around the room. Louise watched, entranced by everyone being bathed in red light one second, and green the next. One girl across the room caught her eye, her halter top was down revealing her breasts, one of which was being sucked by her boyfriend. Louise was shocked and excited at the same time. How could she be so brazen in public? Nevertheless, her own pussy was getting juicy watching them. Next to them, another couple were kissing animatedly, and the bloke's hands were definitely roaming free, although Louise could see that the girl looked less than pleased with some of the liberties being taken. Louise found herself twisting slightly to try to encourage Andrew's hand higher, although her conscience was warning her that that was not wise at all. However, at that point, his hand left her, and he concentrated on caressing Amy, who was now responding urgently to his kisses and touch. Louise noted with arousal that Amy nails were trying to rake Andrew's back, as one of his hands moulded her breasts, while the other rubbed between her legs. Louise was amazed at how far Amy was prepared to go in public, but she could tell from her face that she was lost in rising passion. As she watched, Amy became aware of her gaze, and an embarrassed self-aware expression crossed her face. With noticeable reluctance she stopped Andrew, and broke free of his embrace. The mood having been broken, Louise suggested, "Let's go and see what else is going on". They got to their feet, and made their way through the dancers and out into the hall, and after getting new drinks, entered the lounge. Louise and Amy both gasped as they entered the room. If it was possible, things were even more wild than in the room they had just left. There before them were three girls dancing in various states of dishabilli, while a crowd around the edge of the the room clapped. As they watched it became clear that a boy was keeping up a running commentary for everyone, and from time to time was directing one or the other of the dancing girls to remove another article of clothing. Louise could feel her clitoris throb maddingly as she watched him direct the red-head who was already down to bra and panties to remove her bra. The crowd clapped harder as her white freckled breasts bounced free. "Would you like to go and join them?", Andrew asked. Louise was just about to decline when she realised that the question was directed to Amy not her. Andrew was standing behind Amy, and was massaging her breasts, as she watched the erotic dancing. Amy's face was flushed. She was obviously aroused. But her innate shyness was still strong enough to overcome her arousal, and so she declined. However, Andrew kept on caressing her as she watched the dancing. Louise gulped her drink, and became even more engrossed in the dancing as the taller brunette who was already down to her panties, was directed to remove her blouse. She hesitated, and then slowly unbuttoned it, swaying in time to the music. It soon became clear that she didn't have a bra on. She danced nearly naked in the centre of the room while everyone cheered and clapped. With a start Louise realised that she knew her, she was in her English class! Her name was Amelia Jones. Wow! She wouldn't have guessed that she would ever act like that! Louise knew she wanted to rub her clitty. She could feel that her panties were already wet. Dare she? She looked around. No-one was looking at her, everyone was watching the dancing. Louise rubbed herself quickly. Her knees almost buckled at the sensation! She wasn't used to masturbating standing up in public! All around the room, boys were caressing and kissing girls. It suddenly occurred to Louise that if things were this hot already, they were going to get completely out-of-hand before the end of the evening. For the first time it occurred to her that, perhaps it might be wise to leave. She turned to confer with Amy, but found her kissing Andrew. He had one hand inside her blouse which he'd unbuttoned. The other was rubbing her lower tummy. As Louise watched, Andrew's hand moved lower and cupped Amy's pussy through her skirt. Amy thrust into the welcome pressure. Louise could feel herself get even more excited as she watched. Involuntarily she reached up and pinched one of her nipples through her blouse. Hard. The resulting thrill caused her to moan. All around her people were moaning with sexual excitement and need. The dancing was over, and the crowd had moved to take over the whole room. Next to her, a boy was freeing the breasts of two girls. He was getting them to hold their breasts together, offering him four nipples in a line. He kissed his way along the line. Louise was both fascinated and horrified at the same time. Things were definitely getting wild. She would have to get away. Amy and Andrew were occupied, they wouldn't miss her. Louise made her way from the room. The person collecting coats had gone, and there was no sign of her coat. Where was it? No-one she asked knew. She entered a third room. This too was full of people starting to make-love. Louise left before anyone turned their attention on her. Perhaps someone had taken the coats up to a bedroom. She was just about to climb the stairs, when Andrew and Amy came out of the lounge. "Going upstairs? Good idea!", Andrew stated, and started following her. He placed his hand on her bottom as she climbed the stairs. Feeling a bit trapped, she told him to stop. He did, but not without a last pinch. It was a stinging feeling which made her even more horny! At the top of the stairs he kissed her. She let herself be taken into his arms. As she kissed she felt his hand close over her pussy. Ahhh, very, very, nice. Eventually, she pushed him away, and said, "No, not here". As soon as she had uttered them, she was dismayed at the promise that her words contained. That hadn't been what she had meant at all! But she wasn't sure if Andrew had even noticed, for he had already turned and had started to kiss Amy. She was definitely going home just as soon as she found her coat. In her determination she open the first door she came to. She was brought up short by the sight of a couple making love on the bed. The sight of the boy's clenching buttocks as he thrust between the spread legs of a girl was imprinted on her mind as she closed the door in confusion. An immediate flush had risen to her cheeks. It slowly occurred to her that she knew him, she recognised his hair. She opened the door again, only a crack this time, and peeked. Yes, she was right. It was John. And the girl under him was Nicole! So that was where they had gone! Louise could feel her panties getting wet with the love juices that were seeping from her passion stirred pussy. She had just closed the door again, as Andrew and Amy joined her, having finished their kiss. She moved to the next door, and after getting no reply from knocking, opened the door. There on the bed was a large pile of coats, so Louise entered the room. Andrew and Amy followed, Andrew commenting "O good, it's empty. Come here Amy". With that he drew Amy to him and kissed her again, pulling her to him with his hands which clutched her bottom. Louise tried to ignore them as she busied herself with searching through the coats, however Amy's occasional moan drew her glance. After one such glance, Louise found herself captivated by what she saw. Andrew had rucked her tight skirt up, and was kneading Amy's bottom under her panties, all the while drugging her with his kisses. As she watched, Andrew lowered Amy's panties so they lay around her ankles. Louise gasped involuntarily as Amy's beautiful bottom came into view. Andrew turned Amy in his arms so that he was now standing behind her, and Louise had an unhindered view of her glistening pussy. His hands rose and caressed her breasts. Amy was whimpering with pleasure, and Louise found herself holding her breath as she watched her best friend being manhandled. Louise was unable to prevent her hands rise and clutch her own breasts, as she watched Amy's blouse being undone. Amy's black lacy bra came into view. Andrew winked at Louise as he undid Amy's bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing Amy's beautiful tits, with their tightened red pinnacles of pleasure. Amy had her eyes closed, revelling in every sensual sensation. "Touch your breasts", Andrew whispered to Amy, "Pinch your nipples. Pull them slightly. Yes, that's it.". Louise stared mesmerised as Amy did as she was commanded, her own nipples demanding similar treatment. She wanted to slip out of her blouse, step out of her tiny mini-skirt. She wanted to be as naked as Amy. She wanted to be treated like Amy was being treated. "Touch your pussy. Yes, that's it. Brush your clitty! Now, hold open your pussy lips.", Andrew voice continued, an irresistible force which gave direction to Amy's passion weakened will. Louise moaned in frustration as she watched Amy obey. Amy's wet pussy was so appealing, so ... lickable! Louise no longer found the thought strange, it was her's now. It was what she wanted, perhaps more than anything. She knew however, that if she moved towards them, that it wouldn't end there. Andrew would have her naked in no time if she gave into her lusts. She knew she'd end up being fucked. She wasn't prepared to let that happen, she was going home. She was not going to give in. She was going to remain a virgin until her wedding night. That had always been her plan. But aawwww, her pussy longed to be touched. She was so horny, it would require every ounce of self control to turn away. Louise turned, and had started to look for her coat again, when Andrew's voice commanded in an urgent voice, "Louise, come and lick Amy's pussy". Her head snapped back to look at them. It did look enticing, so pink and wet. And it would be so easy to just give in and let Andrew take control, to let him take all the responsibility for what happened, to obey. It was a choice. To obey her lusts or her conscience; her body or her mind; her immediate needs or her life-plan; her heart or her fears. In silence, Louise walked to Amy, knelt, and obediently brought her lips to her wet pussy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.