TITLE    : Finger-Licking Good Ch. 01
STORYID  : finger-licking-good-ch-01
SUMMARY  : She wanted his finger on the pulse of her thing.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2010-03-24
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |exhibitionist|voyeur|masturbation|nudity|public|sex|forbidden|taboo|fingering|humiliation|


"You know what I like most about sleepovers?" Janet Meade asked her guests.



"The lingerie on display?" Sheila Adams asked, grinning, as she drew her hands slowly along the frilly, lace-decorated teddy she wore, from her firm, round tits to the silk panties that hugged her hips, ass, and crotch, making a camel's toe between the silk flesh of her creamy thighs.



"We're not all lesbos, Sheila," Becky Rogers reminded their gay girlfriend.



"They way we can talk about anything," Janet answered her own question, "anything at all."



Donna Sommers considered her hostess' comment, and, she had to admit, Janet had a point. The ability to share one's innermost thoughts and most intimate feelings, knowing that the secrets one communicated would go no farther than the bedroom in which they were divulged, was exhilarating.



None of the others disagreed with Janet's sentiments.



"So, who wants to go first?" Pam Smart asked.



"Why don't you?" Janet replied.



Pam pressed her lips together, looking up. The tip of her moist, pink tongue appeared between her full, soft lips, as she gave the matter some thought. "Okay," she announced, "let's talk about being fingered."



Donna frowned. "Fingered?"



The others looked at her, seemingly shocked at her apparent ignorance.



"You know," Pam explained, "as in finger-fucked."



"Oh," Donna said, feeling herself blush.



"Don't tell me you've never been fingered, Donna!" Sheila said.



Blushing even more deeply, Donna admitted, "I haven't. Not yet, anyway."



The other girls giggled.



"Girlfriend, you don't know what you're missing!" Pam exclaimed.



The others giggled again.



"So, tell me," Donna said.



Pam smiled. Taking a deep breath, she said, "It's fun. Better, maybe, than sex--you know, regular sex--itself. Having a guy's finger--"



"Or a girl's," Sheila interjected.



Ignoring their lesbian friend, Pam continued: "--inside your pussy, fucking you, as if it were a dick--well, that's exciting enough, in itself."



Donna imagined it would be; Pam's description of the act was enough to make Donna's cunt moisten.



"But the icing on the cake," Pam asserted, "is doing it in public."



Donna gasped, shocked by the thought of such a thing. "In public?" she repeated.



"I've done it in a movie theater," Becky volunteered.



"Billy and I did it at a baseball game," Janet admitted.



"I did Bunny in a parking lot, just last week," Sheila said, "and, the week before, she did me in a restaurant."



The other girls stared at her, some of them with raised eyebrows.



"What?" Sheila demanded.



"The thrill comes from doing something forbidden," Janet ventured an explanation for fingering's appeal. "I mean, it's something done in public, not private."



"And from the chance of getting caught," Becky added, with a slight shiver, probably at the thought of a cop peering through the shrubs in a public park, to catch her boyfriend fingering her wet pussy.



"Of course, a lot of the fun of it is being 'fucked,' too," Pam added, "even if it's only with a finger."



"Wow!" Donna said, "it sounds like I have been missing a lot."



"Girlfriend," Sheila cried, "you have no idea!"



"I guess I'll have to do something to remedy this," Donna said.



"The sooner, the better," Janet agreed.



"And, once you've done it," Becky declared, "you have to tell us about it at our next sleepover."



"We don't have another sleepover scheduled," Donna pointed out.



"We do now," Janet corrected. "Right here, next Saturday night." She looked at her guests. "Is that okay with everyone else?"



"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Becky said.



The girls tittered.



"How about it, Donna?" Janet asked. "You in?"



Donna thought a week would be plenty of time for her to get fingered for the first time. "I'm in," she agreed.



* * *



On Monday, Donna caught up with her boyfriend, Danny Simon, at lunch. They were both eighteen, and they were in the last half of their senior year at high school. Up to now, she'd been able to pacify, if not really satisfy, him by allowing him kisses and gropes, with an occasional sucking of his cock. She let him touch--or, to be more precise, mangle--her tits and ass, too, on occasion, to keep him interested in her, but she'd kept her pussy strictly off limits, afraid that, if she let him masturbate her, he'd want to slip his prick inside her. With sex, one thing easily led to another, and more than a few girls who'd started with heavy petting had ended up pregnant.



"We had a sleepover at Janet Meade's house Saturday night."



Danny looked less than impressed as he took a bite of his burger, chewed methodically, and swallowed. "Any videos?" he quipped.



"Ha ha."



"Photos?"



"We talked about something that the other girls think I should try, but it's something I can't do by myself."



"Just take off your clothes, point the lens of the camera at yourself, and--"



"It's not taking nude pictures," Donna assured him, rolling her eyes. He almost choked on his next bite of burger as she added, whispering, "It's being fingered."



He swallowed, his eyes wide. "You mean as in being--"



She nodded.



He set the burger on his plate, staring at her. "You mean it?"



She nodded again.



"When? Where? No, wait! I don't care where. When's the only question that matters."



Having given the matter some consideration, she'd decided that she might as well get a trip to The Happiest Place on Earth out of it. "Disneyland," she said.



"Disneyland! That's, like, a hundred and fifty dollars for admission alone!"



Donna shrugged. "If you don't want to do it, maybe I'll ask Tommy Banner."



"Okay, okay!" he groused.



Donna smiled. Getting her boyfriend's agreement had been as effortless as she'd anticipated. When it came to sex, boys were so easy!



* * *



At home that evening, unable to concentrate upon her homework, Donna thought about her upcoming fingering. The high school administration had set aside this Friday for required teacher in-service training, thereby giving students a three-day weekend. Danny had promised to take her to Disneyland on Friday, and, on Saturday night, at the slumber party that was scheduled at Janet's house, Donna would share the juicy details with her friends.



Donna had masturbated many, many times, but she'd never been finger-fucked, by Danny or anyone else. She had some idea of what it might feel like, though, to have her boyfriend's stiff forefinger jabbing up and down inside her wet pussy. It might be pleasant, but it would hardly be all that pleasurable, except when, whether by design or accident, her boyfriend's plunging digit brushed the rigid nub of her clitoris.



But she and Danny wouldn't be alone. They'd be surrounded by other people--old people, parents, even children! There'd be security officers everywhere, too, and the police would be only a 'phone call away. She gulped, thinking of the many possibilities there'd be for getting caught with her panties literally down. Her clit tingled. Her pussy moistened.



Janet had been right, Donna thought. A lot of the excitement of being finger-fucked had to do with being fingered in public and, as Becky had added, with possibly being caught in the act.



Again, her clit trembled, and she felt another release of wetness from her flooding cunt. She shivered at the thought of stern-faced police glaring at her as they declared, "You have the right to remain silent. . . ."



To be arrested for indecent exposure or whatever the charge would be, and maybe have to call her parents to have them post bail--it would all be humiliating, to say the least! Her clit throbbed at the idea of being exposed and disgraced.



Her thoughts turned to another matter. What would she wear? A mini-skirt, she decided, without panties, would be provide ready access to her pussy, and it would be fun to walk through the gigantic theme park with no underpants on beneath her abbreviated skirt, with thousands of others around her and a sprightly breeze, perhaps, fluttering about her body's most intimate parts. Her pussy, she found, was now sopping wet, and her nipples, hard as nails, jutted against the tight cotton of her halter top. She was looking forward to being fingered. Friday, still four days away, seemed impossibly distant.



Meanwhile, the "when" had been determined, but there was still the question of where her fingering would take place.



There were lots of locations in the park in which she could be finger-fucked: Main Street, Tomorrowland, Fantasyland, Frontierland, Adventureland, New Orleans Square, Critter Country, Mickey's Toontown.



Danny could do the dirty deed on the monorail, on the railroad, on the Space Mountain rollercoaster, on the Star Tours ride, on the Small World tour, on Big Thunder Mountain's railroad, on the Mark Twain Riverboat, on the Sailing Ship Columbia, in the Enchanted Tiki Room, in an Indiana Jones Adventure jeep, on the Jungle Cruise boat, in the Haunted Mansion, on the Pirates of the Caribbean boat, on a Splash Mountain log, or in a hundred other places inside or around the park itself.



Wherever she was fingered, it would be a memorable event in her life, Donna thought, smiling.



Her clitty wanted to be touched, to be caressed, to be petted, just as her cunt wanted to be filled, but, as much as she wanted to masturbate, she resisted the desire, wanting to store up her passion for the magical moment at Disneyland, when, among thousands of others, her pussy as much as the theme park itself, would become The Happiest Place on Earth.



<i>Next: A Disneyland delight!</i> 

