And just like that, Blossom found herself to be the last of the Powerpuff Girls to even leave the home. Strange how that works out. Shrugging, trying not to think about it too much, the teen strolled up the rest of the stairs and into her pink room to retrieve her book bag. Shutting the door behind her, but not locking it, the girl looked around her room for the bag in question. That's what happens when you clean up - you forget where you put everything since you think wherever you put it is such a better idea than where you ALWAYS used to put it. Looking by her desk, her closet, then her bed, Blossom had gotten an idea into her head that wasn't very Blossomy of her...<br/><br/>She was alone. The professor was downstairs in his lab, the other girls off doing whatever it was that they did before school. Well, Bubbles was likely already there, but Buttercup was probably being the disturbance she usually is somewhere. With this careful rationale in mind, Blossom laid onto the covers of her bed, her boots still on her feet as she was sure they were as clean as they were when she bought them - they never really did touch the ground as often as any other girl would have them. A slow, deep exhale escaped her lips as her hands roamed over her tight Powerpuff tummy. This was her little secret, her little game that no one else really ever knew that she played. Her sisters would never let her play it down and her image to those at school would probably crumble if they found out - she probably would have to renounce her student body presidency as well as her debating team captaincy! Hence, Blossom made sure that she used her analytical mind to find the most opportune time to do what she planned. Now was as good as ever, and she had at least a good half an hour...<br/><br/>Blossom tugged her right hand into the waistband of her pink shorts, while her left crept under the two layers of shirts to find her respective breast. Pinching at the nipple, the teenager let out a soft coo, though soft was something relative to the volume that the Powerpuff Girls were known to reach; especially Bubbles. Wanting to make this a little on the quick side, her hand immediately found her clit, where her fingers all rolled over. Toying with the most sensitive of a girl's little nubs, Blossom reached an orgasm pretty quickly, her last gasp one that she hoped didn't get to the ears of the Professor... well, not that she was really consciously concerned about that after finishing. Basking in the afterglow, the teenager left her hands where they were, but rolled over to her side.<br/><br/>This uncharacteristic 'activity' made it that much more special to Blossom - how she's kept it to herself for so many years is a miracle, but not one she is going to take for granted any time soon.