[Narration] I got her to shut up with my fingers...

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Sex Story by Lottie Erotica Fingered a straight girl to get her to shut up I don't tell this story often because of how much I sort of dislike the other person involved, but I ran into said person at the mall the other day and it was so awkward, so I might as well get this off my chest finally. I want to say it happened about three years ago. I was still in college but on summer break and during the last week before classes started, I was hanging out at my best friend's place where she was having a small party.

It was fun. We were all catching up and having drinks. Then she showed up and my mood instantly dropped.

I don't really know how to describe this girl. She was a friend of my friend who always looked so tightly wound up. Sleek, pin straight hair, bragged about the internships she had lined up after graduation and always wanted to have the last word so she'd control the conversation.

Just annoying. But most annoying of all was that she was always, always complaining about her boyfriend. He didn't dress right, he was selfish, he was inconsiderate, all according to her.

And whenever one of the other girls would tell her to just break up with him then, she'd go, but we're in love. And it amazingly gets worse. I'd say more than half of our female friend group were queer in some way.

And when she'd complain about her boyfriend, she'd hang off one of us, usually me, and loudly go, I wish I was a lesbian too. I'm bi, but whatever. You guys have it so easy.

I hate dealing with men. I don't know how any of my friends put up with that, but I never did. So date girls then, I'd say.

To which she, of course, would respond with, what? I'm not gay though. Girl, okay then.

Anyways, the same thing happened that night of the party. I was having a good time with my friends, sipping wine that went straight to my clit, just vibing. Then that girl plopped herself next to me on the couch.

She was at least a little buzzed. Her hair was all messed up and her cheeks were pink. I had to cover my ears when she screeched my name and awkwardly hugged me like we were besties.

I haven't seen you in forever. You look so fucking good, girl. I know, I said, trying to detach myself from this mess of a person while my friends just snickered to themselves.

Same with you, I guess. She has a pretty face, I will admit. She has this little dimple under her mouth that I'm a complete sucker for.

It was just a shame I hated almost everything else about her. You guess? Oh my god, you're so funny.

She slapped me on the arm and I almost punched her back. How are you doing these days? Still dating that one girl? Um, that random girl I hooked up with during spring break? No.

I don't really date people, I said, already dreading where this was heading. I'm just, you know, kind of fucking around, seeing where life takes me. Oh wow, she whispered, like casual sex was this otherworldly concept to her.

It probably was. That's so crazy. You see, this is why I wish I was a lesbian.

You guys are just so drama free and. .. Alright, I'm going to the bathroom, I said, and got up to leave.

I was so tired of hearing her voice at that point and I was so annoyed that she killed the buzz I had going on earlier. Instead of the bathroom, I actually went to the guest room my friend said I could have for the night. I flopped onto the bed and regretted not bringing a wine bottle in with me.

When I heard the door open and close, I thought it was my best friend coming to apologize for not pulling out a defensive maneuver to keep that girl 10 feet away from me at all times. But nope, it was her, the bitch in question. I sat up, ready to tell her that I really need a time to myself.

But before I could open my mouth, she was already crawling on top of me and trying to kiss me. It was weird. Her mouth kept missing mine, our noses bumped, and by the time she actually made contact, she just kind of pursed her lips and pressed them against mine, like how preteens think kissing works.

I let it happen for a minute, kind of stunned, kind of weirded out, before I finally had the sense to grab her by the shoulders and push her back. What in the fuck do you think you're doing? I said.

I thought she was full on drunk, hence the awkward moves, but her eyes were clear and I couldn't smell any alcohol on her. Please fuck me, she said. The fuck part was kind of whispered like she was ashamed of saying it.

Huh? Fuck me. She tried to lean in again, and I put my hand over her mouth so I wouldn't have to endure whatever the hell she just did again.

Okay, first of all, never do that again, I said. Secondly, I'm gonna need a lot more info than that. What about your boyfriend? She pulled my hand off her mouth and looked down.

We broke up, okay? A week before summer break, he told me I was kind of a lot or something. Like, what does that even mean? I saw where he was coming from.

And I don't know, I feel weird, sad, but also not. Like, I don't know, can you just, can you just fuck me? I had a headache.

How'd this girl go from having a boyfriend, to him dumping her, to wanting me, of all people, to fuck her? I was gonna call out to one of our friends to come collect this messy bitch so I could pass out for the night. She looked me right in the eyes and pulled up her thick blouse then.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were pretty too. And perky.

I probably still had a little whine in my system because my clit started throbbing. Fuck it, I told myself. Next thing I knew, I was pushing her shoulder until she got the hint and our positions were switched with me on top of her.

I wasted no time and started sucking one of her pink nipples. She flinched and gasped, one of her hands clutching at the sheets. I flicked my tongue against the bud, watching the way her skin started going red while I pinched and tugged at the other nipple.

Her tits were cute. They weren't the biggest, but there was enough to cup with my hands. There was a mole right in the center of her chest, and I nuzzled against it while I had two perfect cupfuls in my hands.

She was gasping and making little panting noises, her voice getting higher in pitch the more I played with her sensitive nipples. This was probably mean of me in hindsight, but I took the bottom of her blouse and stuffed it into her mouth and told her to bite down on it for me. Surprisingly, she obliged without complaining.

I flipped her skirt up. She was wearing pink little silk panties with a bow on them. Oh no, I said, pressing a finger against the growing white spot on them.

You got your pretty panties all messy. Her body jolted at that, and the stain only got bigger when I traced the outline of her lips with my finger. I think she wanted me to take them off.

Because she let out a little whining sound when I only pulled her panties aside. I blew air directly onto her pussy, and if I hadn't moved back immediately, she probably would have tried thrusting it on my face. Sorry to tell you this, I said, but if I'm being honest, I don't think we're close enough for that yet.

She looked at me like the world just ended. I can do something else for you though. I smirked and brought two fingers into my mouth, making a show out of licking and sucking on them while she watched.

I don't think she even blinked. I slowly inserted my fingers inside of her then, gasping at how fucking wet she was. Her walls were so silky and soft, I thought she'd be too tight to penetrate, but she was so slick, both my fingers made it all the way in without any resistance.

It was then that she suddenly convulsed, her thighs shook, and she let out a muffled scream around the cloth in her mouth as her walls constricted around me and let out a gush of slick. Holy shit, I whispered. Did you just come? Already? Her eyes were teary, mascara slightly smudged as she looked down at me and nodded.

I couldn't help but laugh. I pulled my fingers out and her little hole was twitching at the sudden loss. I climbed up, leaned over her again.

I propped myself up on one elbow and stared into her eyes as I licked her juices off my fingers. I guess I know why you're not that sad about breaking up with your boyfriend, I said. She made a needy little noise and squirmed, her thighs pressing together.

Oh? I said. I moved my hand down and pressed my fingers against her entrance.

She was dripping everywhere.