Message-ID: <46337asstr$1074849129@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20040122203346.84979.qmail@web41708.mail.yahoo.com> From: MontBlanc MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 12:33:46 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Fingering Jessica (fm) Lines: 217 Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 04:12:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge all of my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~Montblanc (except when the site's down, yikes!) All work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE LEAVE NOW!!! I'll be writing more about Jessica, giving background information and telling you more about some of the fun we had together, but I wanted to go ahead and post this little vignette about her. Jessica and I had sort of settled into a routine, though I certainly wouldn't have called it "routine." I was 18, she was 15 and we were both still in high school, though I was headed to college in the fall. Twice a week we'd go out, Friday and Saturday, and we'd end up at her house, staying up late "watching tv." after her parent's went to bed. They had a rule that I had to be gone at midnight, and we watched tv in the living room, which was next to their bedroom, so we couldn't get carried away, though one night we did (another story.) Most of the time what we did was this. Sarah would sit on the floor, legs crossed "Indian style" with a blanket in her lap. I would sit behind her, my back against the sofa, and she would lean against me, while we watched the show. It was always the same show. This was before the days of cable, so we had four channels. And at the time we got back to her house after whatever movie we'd see, the only thing on besides news was two episodes of MASH. To her mother, who would occasionally walk through as we were watching, this looked innocent. However, the blanket was a cover up, because what Jessica really had it for was to cover my hand, which was usually between her legs, under her pants, and rubbing her pussy. If Jessica's mom ever walked in, I would just ease my hand out, and she was never the wiser. We could usually hear her coming, so it didn't have to be a quick movement. But as soon as she was gone, I'd be back in. I loved sitting there fingering Jessica. She would lean her head back against my chest, and she would breath through her nose, eyes closed as I slid my fingers between her virgin lips, rubbing her clit gently. One time I asked her if she ever masturbated. I loved the idea of her playing with her own pussy, touching herself naked in bed. She admitted that she did, but that she didn't really want to much, and now she had me to take care of it. Each night, after her parents went to bed, we'd just kiss for a few minutes, and sometimes she'd rub my cock through my pants. I rarely got a hand job in the living room, since it would be much harder to cover that up, but she usually made it up to me at other opportunities. Then she'd face the tv as my hands rubbed her stomach, beneath her shirt, and over her bra. She had perfect breasts. At 18, this meant she let me touch them, that's all it took. But they were very nice; big enough to have a little weight, but not the size of the girls we often called stacked in the vulgar high school days. And her nipples were always hard by the time I touched them. I would rub them lightly, arm twisting in a slightly odd position to reach up her shirt then down her bra, all the while kissing her face, ears and neck. Sometimes she let me play a while, my hand all over her chest and stomach, but other times she would take my hand, usually my right one, and move it down. She always wore something comfortable, like sweat pants or the elastic-waist pants that were popular at the time, so that there were no buttons or snaps to mess with. I always loved that first sigh I got from her as I finally moved my hand over the crotch over her panties, palming her mound in my hand. I liked to hold my hand there, open, just moving gently around the area, then ease up in the direction of her clitoris, closing my hand slightly, to use my middle finger against her. It didn't take long before the wetness of her cunt would leak through her panties. Then I'd move my hand back up a little, above the waistline and then underneath the elastic. I swear she would gasp in every time I touched the skin underneath the waistband of her panties. Then she would exhale gently and moan as my finger found her clitoris for a moment. Her vagina was small, so I never put more than one finger inside of her, but she enjoyed the one, and would begin rocking her hips a little as I slid my finger inside her and probed gently, then removed it and dragged some of the liquids there back up to her clit. She never needed the extra lube, as she was usually very wet by this point anyway, but it seemed she liked me to finger her inside for a minute, then move back to her clit. Of course with her parents in the next room, Jessica had to be quiet, but since her mouth was so close to my ear, the moans, breaths and sighs seemed loud, and did a lot to arouse me. I could also feel her body warming up as I brought her closer to orgasm, and occasionally, if I moved my finger too quickly, or she was a little sensitive, it would make her giggle a little, or her leg would twitch. It was always wonderful, feeling her push against me as the muscles in her legs would tighten and relax. I have never been able to find words for exactly what Jessica smelled like, but I could definitely smell when she was very wet and approaching orgasm. It was pleasant though, and I'm sure that there was something there made me extra hard in some sort of animal response to her readiness. If she had ever whispered in my ear, "Fuck me," I would not have been able to stop whether her mom was in the next room or standing in front of us. Jessica wasn't the only one with wet underwear when we were done. I always started leaking about the time my hands were on her breasts and could have come with the lightest of touches if she were able to grab my cock firmly. As my right hand stroked her clit, and slid inside of her pussy, my left would often be playing with her nipples or stomach. Sometimes my hand would run through her hair, which was long and curly. She especially liked kisses and nibble on her neck and her breathing would become more ragged, mixed with gentle moans. Licking, kissing and chewing her neck, I would moan back in reply, and slide my finger deeper inside. In the year or so that I participated in this fun routine, Jessica never once said "I'm coming," but it didn't take me long to know the signs. Her head would go back harder against me, her neck tense, her leg muscles would flex, almost as if she was trying to stand, and then she'd sort of shake a little, while biting her lower lip and moaning. I loved to look at her face as she came, the concentration, the strain, the inability to do anything at this point except come. Often she would hold my right forearm as I finished, rubbing me as she came back to earth. My fingers, wet and almost wrinkled at the tips from the moisture, would continue playing between her legs, not touching her clit directly, but stroking the lips of her pussy, rubbing around the edge of her vagina, feeling the involuntary twitches that always followed her coming. After we held each other and kissed some more, the show would end and she'd walk me out. One night I spent extra time playing with her through her panties, and by the time she came they were very wet. Before we got up so she could walk me home, I told her I wanted her panties. She didn't think twice, or ask why or anything. She went to the bathroom, came back out and walked me to the door. "This feels... good." She said, hugging me good night, at the same time placing her panties in my hand. She hugged me longer, grinding against me as I pressed back. We both kissed again, and I wondered if I would even make it home before I had to masturbate. The next time Jessica and I went out, she told me that she and her mother wore a lot of the same size clothes, including underwear. Her mother was attractive, and petite, but I hadn't thought about them sharing clothes. The reason she told me was that a day or two after giving me her wet panties, Jessica had been helping her mother do the laundry. Her mother asked Jessica if she had seen her light blue panties anywhere. Jessica almost choked as she realized what panties she had given me. I asked her if she needed them back. She said her mother had just attributed the lost panties to the typical lost laundry that always seems to occur, so not to worry about it. After that point, I fantasized not only about Jessica as I smelled her panties, but her mother as well. The smell didn't last long, maybe two weeks, and that may have been my imagination, but I kept them for a long time. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free web site building tool. Try it! http://webhosting.yahoo.com/ps/sb/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+