So, to cap off the day of blushy stories and fantasies and answering questions is probably the blushiest story of all so bear with me on this one.
I hung out with Flint yesterday, and he was teasing my pussy while we were on my bed. He’d laid out a towel and I was bucking a little against his hand when he asked, “so, have you ever squirted?" He hooked his fingers up into my pussy, starting on my g-spot for a moment before shifting deeper.
"Yeah,” I replied. “Once, the first time somebody went down on me. My pussy was just kind of like…wow…”
He applied pressure to my pubis, kneading his fist against my skin. I felt something inside me well up. It was familiar, but there was a foreignness to it without an orgasm accompanying it. It felt almost mechanical, like something was being wrenched out of me.
“…but, that was it.” I finished, somehow in denial of what was going on below my waist.
Flint drew his fingers out of my pussy, flicking it into my face.
“Did I just…” My eyes widened.
He was grinning. “You want to do it again?”