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Girl of a Thousand Fingers

Girl of a thousand fingers

I always admired Debbie from a distance. A year younger than me, she was the sister of a friend of mine. One of the things I found particularly attractive, besides the fact that she was tall, thin and big-boobed for her age, and had long blond hair, was that she was so lively. Very lively.

Debbie’s nickname around the neighborhood was ‘Girl of a Thousand Fingers.’ That’s because she couldn’t keep her hands off anything. I’d hate to have to go shopping with her.

She was walking along one day and beckoned me over as I rode by on my bike. I stopped, standing over my bike while I talked with her. She was tilting her head, and speaking in a kind of lilting way. I was still too young to understand the body language, but found her attractive. I had no idea at the time she was trying to come on to me.

True to form, she started squeezing the horn on my bicycle. She was squeezing it lightly, so it wasn’t going “Honk! Honk!” Instead, it was just kind of wheezing air. I found it a bit annoying, but let it go, because, well, I was finding her attractive.

Then she unscrewed the bulb of the horn, and started touching the reed inside. In a moment, the reed was bent back and broken. Now that really bothered me! I yelled at Debbie.

She started crying and apologizing. Without thinking it through, still a little loud, I said, “What else do you want to wreck with your fingers?”

She stopped crying, although tears were still running down her cheeks. I felt bad for having yelled. She bucked up, gasped slightly, then started to answer my question.

“I…, I don’t want to wreck anything. But there is something I’d like to touch.”

I took the bait. “What?”

After a moment’s hesitation, “Your abs.”

That shot shock waves through me. Clashing, crashing shock waves. The weirdness of it was one thing, but I was immediately horned up by the request. This was crazy, but I really wanted her to feel my abs. Now, I wasn’t super-muscular or anything, but I did have at least typical skinny early-teen abs, and was rather proud of how I looked.

We talked a bit, me nervously, almost jittery, and arranged to go to her house. Both of her parents worked, and her brother would be out playing, so we’d have the house to ourselves.

I won’t bother you with the details, but soon Debbie and I were in her bedroom. She asked me to take off my shirt. Then, she did exactly what she said she wanted, she felt my abs. Then, asking in a demure voice, “Does it feel like anything when a boy’s nipples get touched?”

I told her I didn’t know. Without asking, she started lightly rubbing her fingertips over my nipples. That had never been done to me before. What an amazing, delightful tickle!

I asked how she knew about that effect. She told me that she had practiced on herself. Until that moment in my life, I had no idea that girls liked their nipples touched. The truth is, I didn’t know much about girls at all.

Without realizing in that moment just how crazy it was, I simply asked, “Would you like me to touch your nipples?”

“Hell yes!”

I didn’t need an engraved invitation. Within moments, Debbie’s shirt and bra were off, and I was seeing what seemed like amazing, smooth, large breasts. A couple of years later, I realized they weren’t large at all, just large for a girl of her age, but they were the first live ones I had ever seen.

I gingerly reached out, and touched her right nipple. She shivered. Within a couple of minutes, we were laying on her bed, and I was fondling both of her nipples very nicely. As if it were a reflex, I started kissing her, and she had no trouble in kissing me back.

I felt pressure on my lips, and I figured out it was her tongue. I opened, and let her amazing tongue into my mouth. I had no idea about French kissing either. I didn’t even know it was a ‘thing’ until that moment.

I felt something against my pants. I don’t mean my woodie, which had been uncomfortably bound and pressing in my underwear for the past several minutes. I felt Debbie’s fingers trying to feel the outline of my cock.

“What’s this?” she asked.

A minute later, she got to find out, as I quickly broke our embrace, got up, and pulled my pants and underpants down. I was a bit embarrassed. I mean no one in my life had seen me with an erection until that moment. Was it too weird? Who cared? This was a wonderful moment, too precious to wreck with embarrassment or worry of any kind.

Of course the Girl of a Thousand Fingers couldn’t resist. She pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs, and was touching my cock, my balls, and everything in the general vicinity, she even brushed a fingertip over my asshole. I was momentarily disappointed as she stood back up, not realizing she stood only to shuck her remaining clothes. She pulled off her pants and was naked as the day she was born. What a beautiful girl!

She laid back down, and gave me an anatomy lesson, asking me to touch here, touch there, press on this, and so on. She had me place a fingertip against her anus like she had done to me as she shivered in some kind of sexual delight. She showed me how she was getting wet between her inner labia, she had me rub that wetness around her clitoris until she arched her back and screamed.

That scared me, and I stopped immediately.

She practically yelled, “No, keep going.”

It didn’t take me long to figure out she was having an orgasm, although I didn’t know what it was called at the time. I just knew she was enjoying it, and it must have been something like my orgasms.

After a few minutes of that, during which I believe she had a couple more orgasms, she turned her attention and all of her fingers to me. It took only a matter of seconds for me to go into that wonderful pulsating feeling. Of course nothing came out. Ejaculating was still a year away, but I was absolutely delighted to have a new friend who could do that to me.

And a new friend she became. All the kids in the neighborhood made fun of us, but we didn’t care. We’d even kiss in front of them.

That was 23 years ago. Now Debbie and I hope our kids will have similar experiences.

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