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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Fingering Jessica (fm)
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WARNING!
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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.
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