“Hey where is Katie?”
Someone let it slip. The girl I had been seeing.
I saw my sister glance around the table and at me.
“She was busy.” I lied.
Sasha said, “So she has a name.”
Mom says, “I can’t believe she was too busy for this.”
Truth, I had not invited her.
“She had to work.”
“She is a nice girl,” mom adds. And completes it with, “Sasha you are going to have to invite that boyfriend you have over sometime too.”
My sister was, to my eye, visibly agitated at those words. Here we were secretly fooling around, and the dawning awareness of our visible lives interlacing with other girls and boys – that included hers and mine.
The moment passed, the cake served with ice cream. I again found her leg leg, my hand at her knee again. She was giving no indication I was touching her, but also there was a little dark cloud behind her eyes.
It’s Ok, I’m going to be seeing girls, just like you are going to be seeing guys. I said telepathically to her. I don’t like thinking about it she said to me with no words at all.
It was an odd moment, but she continued to receive my touch and I began to roam again. Up along her leg, the outside of her leg, and tipping my hand once again caressing the inside her thighs, slowly rising higher and higher all over again. My hand would touch her knees and then rising up higher again, inside her thighs, my finger tips touching her, tickling along, caressing, so tender and light. Her skirt bunching up again.
And once again, tickling the hairs of her pussy, she was fit to be tied. I had her in such a state now. Desire, jealousy, anger, lust. I pressed my middle finger into her slit and felt her fairly burst, the juices leaking from her slit. Her eyes went utterly liquid, and her mouth fell open as she leaned forward over the table. At that moment she looked at me, holding a bite of cake on her fork and pressing it slowly into her mouth, letting a line of chocolate smear across her lips.
She left the chocolate there, and then licked it off.
I about came. My finger still running along her slit, so lubricated and wet, she closed her legs on my hand. As she held my like that, I waggled my finger on her and finding her vagina pressed my finger inside as she finished her ice cream, barely able to contain herself.
Dinner was over, and folks were beginning to get up. With my hands still buried between her legs, I asked, “You want to join us downstairs for darts and pool.” Her hips rocking over my finger ever so lightly.
She could barely answer, just nodding her head. And at the same time, she broke free of my caress, turning her legs away.
Then brushing her dress and tugging her skirt back down over her legs, “I got crumbs all over myself. I’m such a messy eater,” she said, knowing it had meaning only to me.
We all got up and mom began putting dishes away. “You kids have fun now.” We went downstairs to continue our evening. The guys were happy Sasha was staying, and I could see each of them eying her. She looked so hot hot, and as the night wore on she started taking on a highly fuckable look. The fact I’d been fingering her for a portion of the evening could explain it.