Finger fuck

The way we find out about sex, and about the opposite sex, is a unique and very different story for all of us.

But I think most of the stories are very similar in feeling if not in specifics. I slowly but intensely learned about the opposite sex by grabbing and feeling every girl I went out with, which admittedly wasn't more than a dozen during my high school years. I was a horny teenager, and would take every opportunity to touch and feel up my date. I once got slapped in the face in public for moving my hand too far down a girl's waist onto her ass.

That got everyone's attention, especially my own. If nothing else, it impressed upon me the pain, public humiliation, the absolute value and prized commodity that was the private parts of the person you were trying to get physically close to or into.

I felt pussy with my hands more than maybe I've seen it with my eyes. I was able to touch and fingerfuck girls who wished to remain chaste, or even later, women who didn't want to go all the way. Not now. Not tonight. Not yet. Not here. But allowed my fingers to rub up and down their clits, move back and forth in their pubic hair. Under their panties.

The feeling of pussy on my hands and on my fingers only got me harder and harder. There but for the grace of god would my loins be soon. (But never as often as I wanted.) I educated myself on how to make the girl next to me feel good by my gentle, but exploratory and insistent massages upon her nether folds.

I knew that was often as much as I would get. I learned to enjoy that moment. That digital intimacy and trust she had handed over to me, without servicing my own cock. But letting me finger her and get her wet.

And the smell of her vaginal juices on my hand would last for hours, after I got home, and at night as I laid in bed,would breath deep into them and rub some more.