Getting [F]ingered under a blanket in front of all my friends [MF]

Back when I was in my teens my friends and I all used to hang out at this one guy’s house on the weekend – he had an outbuilding with a pool table, some sofas etc set a little way from the house so perfect for teenage drinking and bad behaviour. It started when we were all underage, but as home drinking is much cheaper than a night out we carried on meeting there when we were adults too.

One night, when I was 18, it was pretty cold so there were plenty of coats and blankets around. I’d been sitting on one of the sofas next to a friend of mine (18M), when the cold got the better of me and we shifted round to cuddle up, me lying on his chest between his legs with a blanket covering the two of us. We’d never hooked up or anything before, it seemed perfectly platonic, and we carried on chatting, laughing and drinking with the group.

After a while I noticed his hand had moved a little lower on my torso, the tips of his fingers just resting on the waistband of my jeans. We didn’t say anything, or even look at each other, as his thumb grazed the skin on my stomach, gently testing to see how I’d respond. I shifted a little on my seat, opening my legs a little wider and putting the hand that wasn’t holding my drink on his leg, just beside me.

He took this for the encouragement it was, quickly and subtly unbuttoning my jeans and slipping his hand down into my knickers. I tried my hardest not to react as I felt his fingers graze my clit for the first time, felt him gently exploring my folds and seeking out my opening.

There was nothing but a blanket between me and a room full of my friends, all laughing and joking and completely oblivious to what was happening right in front of them. The secrecy and risk of it all turned me on, so it didn’t take long before he found me getting wetter.

We stayed like that, him dipping a finger inside then using my wetness to lubricate his attentions to my clit, for what felt like forever but in reality was probably 10 minutes, all the time doing our best to stay undetected. We stopped when one of us had to move for some reason – whether it was to get a drink, or respond to a friend, or what I can’t remember, but when we sat back down it was as though nothing had ever happened and we carried on the night as normal.

We never spoke about it – I don’t know if we ever even kissed – but I still remember how exciting it felt to be doing something so naughty, so publicly, without anyone ever knowing.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kxtsmj/getting_fingered_under_a_blanket_in_front_of_all