My paintbrush dangles between my two favourite toes, ready to paint the blank canvas in front of me.  Ready to paint…something anyway.  I can’t remember what anymore.  It’s this itch that I’m feeling, impossible to paint with it.
 
Itch.  Itch.  Itch.  Itch.
 
It’s taking over all of my thoughts.  I need to do something about it, but how?  Maybe I should go and ask Emi, she helps me with everything else after all.  But would she help me with this?  Maybe I could trick her into it when we’re bathing.
 
‘Emi, can you clean between my legs?  Bit more.  Bit more.’  Maybe if I said it with a straight enough face I could get away with it.  Maybe it would weird her out though.  Don’t wanna scare my friend away, who would make me delicious lunches then?
 
Okay, I’m on my own.
 
Itch.
 
I know, stop it, I’m trying to think.
 
Washing machine?  No, the laundry room will be busy at this time of day.  It does feel good when it rumbles and jumps about, but I don’t think it would be good for people to see me.
 
Okay, something in my room.  I could try using a pillow, if I could get it in the right position.  It would be nice and soft and it might feel good.
 
Itch.
 
I know.  Okay, how do I get my trousers off by myself.  If I just hook the button catch over the table like that…okay, like that then.  Ah…ah…got it.  Okay then, pull away and…oops.  I’ll need to ask Emi to sew that button back on for me.  She’ll be mad.
 
Okay then, just wiggle my hips like this…bit more…there.  Step out, one leg, both legs, fling the trousers away.  They’re broken now anyway.
 
Shirt and underwear left.  Shirt is impossible to undo, and I don’t think I can get my panties off easily either.  They’ll have to stay on for now, I’ll worry about getting rid of them later.  Gotta sort this
 
Itch.
 
Yes.  Okay, if I move the pillow long ways like that, covers back, sorted.    One leg either side of it like that, grip it with my knees so I can hold it, aaaaaand move it between my legs.
 
Ah.  Like that.
 
Itch.  Itch.  Itch.  Scratch.
 
If I work my legs up and down just like that I can…ohhhh.  It feels kind of good.  Just keep rubbing it between my legs like that.
 
Oh no, my panties are getting wet, and I like these ones too, I hope it doesn’t ruin them for good.  I hope none of the wetness goes on my pillow either; I don’t want to put my head in that.  Some people might, but I don’t think I want to.  Maybe I could sell it to some boy, although maybe that’s not a good idea.  Might be weird.
 
Ah…ah…this feels almost as good as the washing machine.  Itch.  Got to move it faster, faster, faster.  Ahhhhh.
 
Itch.
 
My underwear is soaked through now, and I can feel it trickling down and around to my bum.  I need a bath after this.  Have to work it out by myself, how hard can turning a tap on be.  I’ll just have to get in with my shirt on too.
 
Okay, I’m getting close now.  It’s harder to breath, that’s good.  Have to keep breathing though, deep breaths.  I can feel something squirming about inside me, trying to unravel and get out.
 
Itch.
 
Maybe if I go just a bit faster…push my hips into it…AH!  That felt good.  If I just move my hips around again like this…ohh…ohhh.
 
Almost there, I can feel it now.  Keep going.  Almost there…almost…I can feel it…
 
‘Ahhhh!’
 
Oops, did I say that out loud?  I hope nobody heard me and comes to see what’s going on.  Maybe I should try and stand up…waaah, okay, let my legs stop shaking first.  Has the itch gone?
 
Paint.  Clouds.  Curry.  Bath.
 
Ah, that’s better.  Now I need to go and clean myself up in secret, can’t let people see my panties.  Doesn’t sound like anybody’s outside, they must all be studying or something.  Heh heh.  Okay, open the door and tiptoe down to the bathroom…almost there…
 
‘Rin?  What are you doing there dressed like…that?’
 
‘Oh.  Hi Emi.  Bath time?’
 
‘You’re hopeless.  Okay, just let me go and drop my bag off in my room.’