Summer project

She then amassed herself in a personal mind show of the explicit scene, aware of just a hand she inadvertently relieved herself of the tremendous pressure with had been building up unawares to Lilly form many hours, she explored her saturate vagina with her glistening fingers, she pushed harder, until she unleashed a powerful orgasm, sending her eyes to squint, and her hips to buck up and down on the bed.

She waited in aftermath for a considerable time, before sleeping, her remaining conscious thoughts, were yet again a burden. She felt intruded, it was hard to accept that thoughts such as these, thoughts that she had never taken the time before to explore, could be responsible for the pleasure she felt. Was it normal to want to do those sorts of things? Whether it was in order to sleep, she eventually convinced herself that those books and those types of thoughts are not for the real world ad wouldn’t even be nice in the real world, in fact (she insisted) they would actually be horrid, no – she was definitely sure – they’re just for books. She slept.

*****
-Breakfast-

She was awoken by a very timid knock on the door. On opening there stood Mr Edbury all bent over and ingratiated. “I’m sorry to have woken you Lilly – but the girls have gone, and they wanted me to give you this present, when you awoke”.
Surely, there in his hands was a present, wrapped in pink paper with a blue ribbon, a delicate façade to hide such a gift.
“I think it’s a book” He smiled “I told you they were good girls” with that Lilly took the book, and returned to her room. She didn’t open it, but she knew she would, she sighed.

- Days -

The days continued, Lilly’s project suffered, the passion for that particular book had vanished. Poor thing, she felt vulgar, horrid, it was as if the depraved beauty of her new book, held her as a prisoner. For each moment that past, was a moment nearer her next read.

She returned, back to the hostel, like clockwork everyday. This particular day was very hot, she peeled of her sticky clothes, wrapped in a towel she headed for the shower. On entering the old wooden shower house, she unexpectedly had to wait. It was occupied. She waited gladly, as it must be a new girl, as Mr Edbury doesn’t have showers here – she thought -. Quite content she waited…from the shower she heard a deep cough. She paused. She waited again, another cough, a man’s cough, but a young cough.

For no other reason but to check, she checked. It wasn’t difficult, there was a crack in the doorframe so big it causes a draft. It was through this crack she endeavoured a peek. It was a man, a young man. She had her answer, but she remained. Searching through the steam, her innocent eyes laid host to her first naked feast. And what a feast she thought. Her eyes ran chasing the soap from his neck over his very muscular shoulders and down his back, the soap like her eyes then disappeared in the crack of his muscular firm buttocks. She watched his hands rub and lather his body, hands that stayed to her curiosity in front, washing and lathering it seemed from the angle in which she viewed, his penis, but she wasn’t sure, it could have also been his stomach she thought.

Her eyes fixated on his shining backside, she, from her crouched position begged for him to turn, before the first prayer was out, he turned. Lilly, dared blink, for he had been lathering his penis, it wasn’t his stomach, a true spectacle, his penis stood full and erect, as he stroked it with such familiarity. As he ran his hands on the underside of his pampered object, Lilly became aware of its size. Something that hadn’t even

Occurred to her, even after half a dirty novel, his penis, fully erect stood along his belly supported by his hand, it reached his bellybutton thought Lilly. Then the water stopped, her moment to evacuate was now. She crept out and back to her room where she duly sat and digested all of her new (real) information.
There was a note on her dressing table, it read “ Dear Lilly, my nephew Christopher will be staying here with us for a few days. He’s preparing for a canoe race. So don’t be alarmed – I know how delicate you are” signed Me Edbury.

“Gosh” she blurted. “At least that explains his muscles”.
-What am I to do - she thought. She had wished for such a scenario, and now it was here she was afraid, but she knew, if she must learn, then it should be now, she planned.

-New summer project-

Lilly although, a timid shy girl at heart, giggled at her own ingenuity, she had her charm plan, all planned for dinner. She felt confident, with a helpful amount of nervousness, she concluded that with luck, she might find with Christopher, all of the wicked answers she needed.

But to her annoyance, she fell back into her timid self. For at dinner, when it came, she hardly spoke. Her first thought was, if she succeeded – what then? She puzzled, how could she be sure that if she did capture him, could she do all the things she read, all the things of which she thought?

At the finish of the dinner, Mr Edbury cleared the table and proceeded to the kitchen. Lilly was in submission to her timid self, it had won, she had lost, she was about to leave the table to take her unwelcome self back to her room, when Christopher leaned over and whispered –“Lilly, you have the most beautiful eyes” Astonished, she looked to his dismay, shocked. To the point he quickly added “I, I’m sorry Lilly, I have spoken out of turn, do forgive me”.

Lilly, courage at maximum, added on leaving “So do you Christopher, you have beautiful blue eyes.” She left the dinner table not quite believing that she herself had executed such a direct response, and that it worked.

She was however also aware that the young eyes of her muscular flatmate, were indeed tracing every sway of her backside, whether it were subconscious or not, Lilly controlled the sensual contours of her full bottom, with a seducing wiggle.

-Sleepless-

As timid Lilly she would have been only too happy with the nights progress, but as the Lilly of this moment, she wasn’t. She should have done more. She didn’t want to sound desperate, even to herself. She wondered was it a punishment, the ignoring of sexual thoughts, as she had always done –was it now- that it had somehow caught up on her, only more concentrated because of the perpetual postponement. Whatever, it was she couldn’t sleep. She could make more progress tomorrow, she thought, but it wasn’t good enough. The deep tingling that came again from her vagina, wouldn’t let her rest, but she resisted touching herself, as it wouldn’t have done anyway.

-Sleepless-

As she lay under a thin summer sheet, she became aware of some movements arriving from the next room, Christopher’s room.
She listened to every creak, every knock she soon started trying to attribute any of these noises, as Christopher leaving his room and coming it to hers, with these thoughts coupled with her provocative position she hound herself in, belly down legs open, she knew very well she was waiting for him. But she cursed; he shouldn’t come, as he doesn’t know she wants him there. But she did, she concentrated hard, she tried to will him to her room. 
Another squeak, the door opened again, in her mind, she was almost asleep.

-Project report-

Another squeak, she awoke sharply, she pulled her knee up under her belly, she tried at least to sleep. In the gentle transportation of consciousness to unconsciousness, she felt a heavy presence spreading its weight on the bed. Her heart beat in great slow belts. He was in the room, on her bed. A cool waft of air on her back, told her he was also under the sheet.

Just like at the dinner table, all that she had planned in confidence now left her alone, her experienced self had left only the shy Lilly.

She clutched the pillow; -I’ll keep very still- she thought. She drew in a breath as Christopher’s first tentative touch gently rolled along her left leg. She tried to asses from the weight, just where on the bed he was, she concluded he was between her legs. His hands recommenced, but steadier than before, with slightly more presence upon her skin, she stopped breathing as his hands slid up the inside of her legs, he stopped just before her tingling vagina. She was almost relieved. For any touch was new to her, and she held a small mental pause before he started again, a mental pause well needed. 

As the first sensation she was aware of was his warm steady breath, breath that she felt on her increasingly wet vagina, before she could connect his breath with his mouth, she felt his lips and warm mouth envelope her hot vagina. She shrieked, trying to remain still, she slowly pulled her knee up even further under her belly; he relished this generous access, and gorged heavily on her crystalline juices.

Lilly, in a dizzy spiral of pleasure, was now reconnecting with that same Lilly, the naughty one, the one that guided her to this very situation.
She found herself physically rubbing her drenched vagina on Christopher’s open mouth. He murmured in muffled tones “Yes, give me more, open your self into my mouth”.

This revelation, a man such as Christopher could use such words, and that not only she could push her private parts in the face of a man, but also have him ask for more was too much Lilly tried to push her pussy harder in his face one more time, until she orgasmed, bathing his eager tongue with more of the juice that she had been holding in. Her powerful orgasm, had left her on her side, her eyes were shut tightly. Before the last remnants had gone, Christopher was again teasing her clitoris with his tongue. She felt the pleasure in his grip, as he cupped her round arse cheeks. Rocking her head in pleasure, she could feel a warmth in front of her face, she opened her eyes for the first time but she could see nothing, yet the warmth remained.