Susan closed her window curtains against the sight of Lucy of Tumnus in the courtyard below. Even though though the pair were just good friends, he often looked upon Susan's younger sister as if she were the only other living being in Narnia. And frankly, those looks sometimes made Susan...well, jealous. How come no one looked at her that way? What she wouldn't give for a look like Tumnus gave Lucy.

After locking her bedroom door and making sure all the curtains were closed, Susan undressed before her full length mirror and examined her body...flat stomach, round bottom, melon-shaped breasts that had developed early. Indeed, Susan had a fine looking body, whether clothed or naked, if she did say so herself. And since she was the only one who'd ever seen her body without clothing, she had to say so herself.

She'd always prided herself on her purity, on her ability to present herself in a wholesome manner. But in her current state of mind, lonliness overruled common sense, and she longed to experience some sort of sexual activity.

The problem was, in Narnia there were no disreputable places for her to visit. And any other country she visited, an escort would be required. Somehow she knew that she would be unable to get rid of them long enough for anything to happen.

Susan sighed as she ran her hands over her stomach. "Someday there'll be someone to appreciate my beauty," she whispered.

Not bothering to dress, Susan back the covers and climbed into bed. She occasionally went to bed nude, simply to feel the satiny-smooth sheets against her bare skin and pretend she was waiting for her secret lover to join her. Then a thought occurred to her. Why pretend? She was alone, and she was naked. Who could stop her from sexual pleasure if she wanted it? She could give herself an orgasm.

Susan placed one of her pillows between her legs, rubbing her vagina against it. Although it felt good, it didn't produce the physical reaction she was hoping for. She then moved from the bed and sat on the floor, with her legs stretched out before her. Susan leaned forward, reaching for her toes and causing her vagina to press more firmly against the pillow. Neither did this have the desired effect.

Susan realized that perhaps she wasn't putting enough pressure against the pillow with her vagina. She needed something that would add a little thrust to her hip action. Not bothering to remove the pillow, Susan awkwardly walked across her room and took a fountain pen from her desk, then returned to her bed. Placing a second pillow against her torso, Susan inserted one end of the pen into her navel and pressed the other to the pillow before laying face down on the mattress.

She gasped at the pain of a foreign object poking into her bellybutton, and she shifted her weight to her hips, forcing her vagina to be shoved against the original pillow. Immediately butterflies soared through her stomach. Eagle spreading her legs, Susan reached one hand between her torso and the second pillow, and took hold of the pen. She forced it a little further into her navel, which pressed more of her weight against the vaginal pillow. She then crossed her ankles and bent her knees to add additional pressure, and before she knew it, Susan was bucking and rocking in a rhythm all her own.

As the orgasm passed, Susan lay quietly in bed, feeling out of breath and very proud of herself.