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Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt2 - Temptation
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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
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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. 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


          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
          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 as she had been in an especially
          good mood recently? 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. 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 she was 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.

            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. When he asked
          whether it was wise given that it was a weekday night, she
          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 much
          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 to 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
          their standing up and leaving to advance that final inch.
          Louise's gasp was lost in the noise of chairs scrapping on
          the 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 Louise's 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. Her 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
          Whittington 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 worn 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. Her sex craved
          pressure, it didn't care from what source. 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, opened its 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. Louise 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 if 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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