Back at Ella-Louise's house, they sat in her bedroom doing their homework. They always studied and did their homework together, Ziggy being the class A student, was always willing to help Ella-Louise if she got stuck on something. He always had the answers, and always had a way of explaining things so she would understand them more easily, and thanks to him, Ella-Louise's performance at school had improved.

Ziggy would always finish his homework quickly, so if she got stuck on something, he could give her his full attention to help. This particular day, she wasn't struggling much, so Ziggy laid back on her bed, watching her silently work at the desk beside the bed. Without trying to be obvious that he was.

Studying the features of her petite frame, she was slim, but not too much so. She had beautiful long shiny black hair, which she always wore down, unless playing sports or out exploring with Ziggy. He noticed she always had a hair band on her wrist, just incase they decided to have an adventure together.

Her dark brown eyes fascinated him the most, like a swirling pattern of what reminded him of when his mother made chocolate cake, which he always loved to help make. How the chocolate would look in the bowl as it was melted. Her little nose, perfectly proportioned with the rest of her features, and how her olive skin tone made her look slightly exotic, even though she was British, born and bred.

Over the last year, he had taken a keen notice of how her breasts had begun to develop, and were continuing to. He took delight in watching her grow, often wondering what they would feel like to touch. He would overhear other lads at school talk about such things in the boys changing rooms, and he wondered when his time would come. When he would touch his first female breast. Such a juvenile and silly thing to fantasise about, but it was his fantasy, compared to what would come later in life he knew this little thought would probably pale in comparison over time and with experience.

Kissing, licking, biting, gentle touches, aggressive touches, wanting touches. Feeling the weight of a woman on top of him, or feeling a woman under him. To trace outlines with his fingers on various body parts. The feeling of pushing himself into a woman, whether it would feel the same after his first time. Whether that act of entry would elicit such arousing thoughts still after his first time. Just some of the things he thought about sex, in a very long list.

He watched her work, chewing on her bottom lip when she was thinking, god that did something to him when she did that. He stretched himself slightly on the bed, subtly grazing the top of his thigh touching where his cock twitched at the sight. Her lips, how full they looked, he wondered how swollen they might look after a passionate kiss. Would it even be possible to make them look swollen with how voluptuous they looked even now without such stimulation.

He studied how her hair fell over her face, how she would raise her hand and tuck naughty misbehaving strands behind her ear, almost frustratedly so. How she chewed gently on the end of her pen, another hint she was thinking about what she was studying. The slight flash of her teeth teasing him more.

Lost in his thoughts, looking at her, he was abruptly interrupted "Why are you staring at me?" she smirked without looking up at him or even side eyeing in his direction, still looking down at her science homework. It made him startle, realising his thoughts and reaching to one of the many cuddly toys on her bed and carefully placing it over his crotch to hide the beginnings of his bulge. Moving its arms and legs, twiddling with its ears to avoid her becoming suspicious.

"Sorry I didn't realise I was" he replied blushing slightly. She looked over at him now, smiling. Her smile, he thought, could have lit up the sky more than the sun on a summers day. She returned her attention to her homework and grimaced. He noticed immediately. "Are you stuck?"