What did the men and women, the teenage boys and girls really feel? And what did they do? And how did they do it? She wondered if they did it the same way that you do it now.

She sighed. Her questions were of such momentous importance to her, but to nobody else, it seemed. Otherwise, they'd write a textbook and give her all the answers.

She wanted to feel herself up again. But she refused to be interrupted.

She got up and dragged her desk chair to the door, leaning it against the door. It would brace the door shut, like a police lock, and should the intruder succeed in gaining entrance, the chair would first topple over, as a warming signal to her.

She flicked off the light then, and slipped between the blankets of her bed.

She took her jeans off. She took her blouse off. She slipped her panties off.

Ahhhh, wasn't it wonderful, she thought. Wasn't it wonderful to feel your body, your fine firm and slender body and to make it all hot and bothered?

Wasn't it wonderful to feel the newly developed titties underneath your hand?

Wasn't it wonderful to feel the soft and wet folds of your pussy underneath her fingers, and to play with your little clit.

She sighed as she strummed the fine instrument with her thumb and her forefinger.

She rolled back and forth on the bed, feeling her body warm and snug between the blankets.

She sucked on her finger a moment, pretending it was a boy's dick between her lips. She put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

She stuck her fingers everywhere. She was thankful for her fingers. They knew everywhere to go.

She stuck her fingers in her ears and felt the crannies and crevices of them. She was sensitive there.

She was sensitive everywhere. She stuck her fingers up her nostrils and made them tingle. She sucked on her fingers again. She felt her body all over.