It felt so good. I grabbed at her free hand as she kept rubbing me, her fingers sliding easily over my lubricated lips. She watched my face intently a... she eased one finger inside me. I felt as if my entire body was opening to envelop her finger. Our eyes stayed locked, a hunger passing between us I'd never experienced before."Where did you...learn this?" I asked, breathless. It was hard to speak with her finger pushing in and out of me like that."My bestie Brenna and I used to do it when she. She plunked it in and then covered it with icing.Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect.And, before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for work, Alice woke her daughter and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the bake sale the moment it opened at 9:30 and to buy the cake and bring it home.When the daughter arrived at the sale, she found the attractive, perfect cake had already been sold.Amanda grabbed her cell phone and. Linda didn't want to come. She had an eye for the boys and wanted to stay in the city, expecting to be bored silly at the mountain cabin. What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.But her mother had been adamant and Linda had had to accompany her and now, as they walked up. What was I doing? And even if I did get there withouthumiliating myself I was sure that the girls would take care ofthat humiliation in spades. I couldn't come up with any optionsother than leaving school and moving out of state so I took afew breaths to calm down and stepped through the door.The breeze on my legs and up my skirt felt so strange as Idashed towards my car which was parked on the street in front ofmy house. A car drove by as I fumbled with my keys and I saw aboy in my class.