Page 53 of I Dare You
Stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, I take a moment to look at myself and not shy away in disgust like I usually do.I wonder what Kit sees when looking at me.
With trembling fingers, I slowly unsnap the top button on my denim shorts and slip my hand inside and over the top of my underwear.It feels taboo to go any further.
Instantly, I yank my hand out.Those familiar feelings of guilt, disgust, and shame overwhelm me.
But when I think about my meeting with Kit and how it felt when he touched me, I pretend it’s his hands, his fingers probing me as I shyly slip my hand back into the front of my shorts.
Imagining it’s his touch and not mine takes the shame away.I commence rubbing myself over my underwear.I watch my reflection with interest.
My breasts rise and fall with a breathless tremor each time I massage my clit.
The outside of my underwear is soon wet with my arousal.
“Your eyes…they haunt me.”Kit’s words vibrate through me and give me the courage to increase the tempo of my fingers.
My pussy is hot and heavy, and soon, I need and want more.
I slip my fingers into my underwear and touch myself with no barriers.I don’t know what to do at first, not used to this sort of contact.But soon, I learn what I like and what makes me whimper in utter desire.
I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed to watch myself.
“’Cause curiosity will get the better of you.Just as it has with me.”
Kit’s words, combined with his mouthwatering smell, have me bravely dipping a finger into my scorching sex.
The intrusion is foreign, but it’s not bad.
I’m not familiar with what to do because on the rare occasions I’ve pleasured myself, it’s only ever been over the top of my underwear—never like this.But now that I have the courage, I begin to explore my body for the first time.
I feel warm, wet, and tight.
Each time I rub over my clit, my body quivers.I slide in another finger, gasping at the intrusion.I move my fingers harder and faster, stroking over my throbbing center before dipping my fingers deeper in a come-hither motion.
I see stars.
Needing more, I frantically take off my clothes and sit in front of the mirror, naked.I spread my legs wide and continue to rub my clit slowly, watching my reflection in awe.
A shard of sunlight hits my body, highlighting the pinkness and shine to my sex.While I feverishly rub over my clit, I continue sinking two fingers into me.My breasts tremble with each movement I make.My nipples are erect.My skin is on fire.
My lips are parted, desperately trying to take in air fast enough.
“Faster,” Kit’s husky voice coaxes me in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan, opening my legs wider.
“Does that feel good, Cupcake?”I feel his lips along the slope of my neck.
Cupcake is the name he called me when I was a child.Then it was used as a nickname for a bratty kid, but now it has a whole different meaning and drives me wild.
“Fuck,” I groan, falling onto my back as the pressure builds.
I arch my back and plant my feet to the floor, needing to anchor myself as I wildly play with myself.
“Let me lend a hand.”My mind plays tricks on me as I’m certain I can feel Kit’s fingers replace mine.
He is skilled and has me mewling within seconds.
“You smell like cherries.”His fingers are replaced with the lapping of his tongue.
