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Subject: Louise's Awakening: Pt4 - Decision
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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.
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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.




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