E[m]barrassing [f]ingering story

In December of 1996, I was on winter break from college. I returned home to Chicago and I met a cute Latina girl named Faith at the bar of a restaurant that I’m sure is quite well-known, the Cheesecake Factory. Faith went to a local college whose break had not yet started. So we went out the next night and ended up at her sorority house. I wasn’t being loud, but I was fingering Faith who seemed to enjoy it as she was moaning softly – but moaning nonetheless. I think those sounds plus the lamp light visible below the base of the closed door was enough to get the house mom awake and investigating. The house mom really wanted to catch me ‘pink handed,’ because there was no warning! No audible footsteps. Just a door suddenly swung open with poor Faith’s thighs spread apart facing that door and some random dude finger blasting her.

It was super embarrassing for Faith because since the lamp was on, the house mom (who had to be at least 60 years old) got a clear view of, well, what could be described no better than what I said earlier – finger blasting! It was one of those sessions where I had three of my fingers nestled inside a hairy vagina with my thumb massaging a big ‘ol clit. The house mom said, “Faith, you know you’re not allowed to have men here at this hour!” (It was 2:30 a.m.) Faith said, “I think you’d better leave.” I complied immediately and left the sorority house.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mfjt3q/embarrassing_fingering_story

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