My crush rubbing my thigh while my mom drove us home from a math competition
I was sitting in the car while my mom drove us home from a math competition when I felt my crush’s hand on my thigh through the thin material of my skirt. It was a warm November night around 5 pm and the stars were shining down on us. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye but he was staring straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to his hand resting just centimeters from my kitty. He was sitting on my left and my other friend was sitting on my right.
It was possible his hand being there was an accident. We were all squished together there in the back seat. But then his fingers began to slowly stroke my sensitive inner thigh and I realized he knew exactly what he was doing.
We continued like this for several minutes, my kitty getting so wet and swollen it must’ve soaked right through my cotton panties, then my mom dropped my crush off at his house. He ran his finger once more along the soft flesh on the inside of my thigh, then got out and went inside.
After we dropped him off, I glanced down at my lap and saw a dark sweaty hand print stamped on my sky blue skirt. I hastily crossed my legs so my mom wouldn’t see, leading to the almost irresistible impulse to rub my thighs together, but I resisted.
When we got home I hurriedly went upstairs to the room I shared with my sister. I took off my skirt and tossed it in the laundry pile, then laid down on my bed and slipped my hand inside my damp white panties. I used two fingers to rub my clit in little circles. My fingertips were soon soaked with my wetness as I thought about my crush’s fingers softly stroking my smooth thigh. In a couple minutes my body spasmed hard and I felt a hot explosion burst between my legs. Then I pulled my hand out of my panties, climbed under the covers and fell asleep.
Unfortunately my crush moved away before I started exploring my feelings with boys, so we never went further than that one night. But I always treasured that night in the back of my mind and kept it deeply buried in my memory bank.
This probably is the last story for a while, so I wanted to end on a story that happened right before my sister caught me for the first time (the subject of my first story, Brushing My Knots Out). Now I’m coming full circle.
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