.... .... Louise's Hot Summer
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Chapter Two -

The next day at school I kept thinking about last night. I felt different. The other students were still the same, I could still hear them making snide remarks, and making stupid comments about me but I felt different, as if I had discovered some new aspect to my personality. All through my Art class I kept thinking about last night and then in Sociology I could barely concentrate.

‘I'll have to go to the toilets and touch myself’, I thought. ‘Just to make sure I didn't dream about those lovely girlie sensations I felt last night.’

I'm taking three A levels, Art, Music and Sociology. I had a cello lesson next followed by a free session. The cello lesson dragged. It was winter and it was dark outside and I always get down at this time of the year. The lesson ended and I was left alone in the practice room. I locked the door and pulled the blinds so no one could see me. I slipped out of my panties and hitched my shirt up to my waist. I ran my fingers over my pubes and then fingered myself. I ran my long middle finger all over my crack. It felt delicious and really dirty. I could hear the other students outside and this just added to the thrill.

After a few moments I couldn’t help myself. I slipped the finger deep into my little hole and felt the warmth embrace it. It felt the same as before. Thank God!

I wiggled it about inside me playfully. I was becoming more confident and tried slipping two fingers in. This time it felt just right so I used them to develop a gentle spiralling motion that soon had little beads of sweat forming on my brow. I licked my lips and intensified the rhythm.

I could feel something more, bubbling up inside me but couldn't find just how to let it come to the surface. The cello lay besides me.

With my free hand I took hold of the bow and then pulling my pink folds wide open ran the full length of it along my crack. I watched as my labia closed up around it eating it up and as I slid the length up and then back again, licked my own juices off the bow with it still inside me. I stroked myself with the bow as if a coaxing a beautiful yet soothing melody from my loins. I turned the bow over and tried to run the horses hair along my slit but it was much too coarse, I'd hurt myself. Instead I turned my mind to the actual cello. The neck was smooth and thick, ‘it'd be perfect’, I thought.

I stood up and placed it in the corner of the room. I raised a legs and felt it's cold walnut surface touch my fanny. I began to move my loins along it's smooth thick neck. Backwards and forwards leaving a trail of my juices all over the expensive instrument. I didn't care. I ground my loins against it, listening to my pubes bristling against it's surface and squealed with delight, it was coming. I bit my lip. I knew there were people outside in the corridor but I wouldn't stop. I was coming.

The first wave hit me. 'Ugh' I stifled my cry.

Another, then another. Each time I wanted to grunt but bit my lip harder. I wanted to scream. If I was with a man I'd scream. I'd claw his back and draw blood. I'd claw his chest and leave primal marking with my fingers all over him. I shuddered as the last wave hit me and collapsed back into my chair, spent. I sat with my legs apart and let the air cool me down.

I wiped the cello down with a cloth and put my panties back on.

As I reflected on what I had just done I didn't feel guilt or remorse, I didn't feel disgusted, I just felt warm inside.

I didn't need a man. They didn't deserve me. After the years of torment, ridicule and abuse I decided I wasn't going to give myself to anyone. It then began to dawn on me. I now knew how to get back at all of those bastards who had made me cry. And I would make them pay.

LAST AND FINAL CHAPTER STILL TO COME SOON...