"You shouldn't be afraid," said Olive. "No one has to know about this."
"Have you ever done this before?" asked Cathy.
"With myself," she admitted, "and once before with another girl. This girl taught me about it, really."
"Do girls do this?" Cathy asked.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then girls do it, I guess," said Olive, her voice husky.
Olive's hand kept rubbing and Cathy began to relax. Her legs spread slightly and this encouraged the older girl.
"It does feel good," murmured Cathy, her dream coming back to her as she lay there.
"I told you it would."
Cathy felt the warmness in her loins spreading throughout her body.
In a moment, Olive's finger was parting Cathy's lips. The seeping slit opened to Olive's finger as easily as butter melting from a hot knife. The wetness of her cunt excited Olive so that her own juices began to flow in her loins. She moved her finger inside her girl friend's pussy and probed around the soft, multifolded flesh. It yielded to her and its hot wetness increased. Cathy spread her legs wider involuntarily. Olive's finger accidentally struck the emerging bud of Cathy's clitoris and the younger girl jerked as though she had been jabbed with a cattleman's hotshot.
"Wow!" Cathy exclaimed.
"Did I touch it?" Olive whispered.
"Boy, you sure touched something."
"Then that was it. That's the love button."
"The love button?"
"It's a thing inside you that when you touch it feels better than anything in the world."
"I believe it," sighed Cathy.
"Hold still. I'll find it again."
Olive moved her finger around inside Cathy's pussy in a circular motion trying to find the elusive clitoris. She pushed on the tough membrane of the hymen and smiled in the dark. She had guessed that Cathy was a virgin and this proved it. Her finger slid across the point of the clitoris and Cathy jumped again as though electrified.
Olive kept her finger in the same spot and rubbed back and forth. She felt the tuberous organ grow hard and eager at her digital manipulation. Cathy's pussy filled with precoital juices and Olive felt desire clawing at her own loins as her finger moved at the clit faster and faster.
"That's heavy," Cathy sighed, her hips moving in a coital motion.
"I'm hip," said Olive.
"Man, that's better than good. It's the grooviest feeling in the world."
"Didn't I tell you?"
Olive pushed on the "love button" harder and harder, delighting in the response from Cathy. She scrooched herself closer to the girl, the musk from her own loins reaching Cathy's nostrils and adding to her delight. The panting of the two girls as they sought and found pleasure with each other was the only sound in the adobe as the rain tore down through the black night outside.
Cathy writhed with pleasure as Olive's finger thrummed her clitoris. Her hips moved up and down with energetic thrusts and the wetness of her pussy seeped through her lips into the stiff wiry pubic hairs. Never had she experienced such pleasure, such a total thrill as now sang through her young virginal body. Her legs tingled with delicious excitement, while her mind raced with thoughts that blinded her with ecstasy. Her breasts seemed to be growing as she lay there with Olive's finger prodding her clitoris; the nipples hardened like dried kernels of corn, but seemed attached to every pleasure nerve in her flesh.
"Do it to me, Cathy," Olive said, "just like I'm doing it to you."
"I don't know how."
"Bull. Just put your finger inside me. Be careful of your nails."
"O-okay," breathed Cathy.
She put her hand down between Olive's legs and the sudden feel of the wiry hairs caused her to withdraw her hand momentarily. She had not expected she would ever be doing anything like this. But she moved her hand back to Olive's crotch and felt the wetness of the girl's hairs. Somehow, this excited her and she felt a twinge in her pussy. She put her hand deeper between Olive's legs and finally felt the soft flesh of her labia.
"Go on, Cathy, put your finger inside my pussy."
When she heard the word, Cathy gasped. The sound of it was vaguely exciting and she found herself doing what Olive ordered.
Cathy put her finger on the lips and opened them slightly. The slick inner lining of the labia again brought a twinge to her own pussy. She rubbed her finger up and down the length of Olive's slit and when she pushed her finger went through the hole. Olive rose up on her knees so that Cathy's finger penetrated deeper.
"Good God," breathed Olive. "That's the grooviest!"
Cathy was silent, her mind hurtling at breakneck speed.
She moved her finger as Olive was moving hers inside her own pussy. They picked up a rhythm and Cathy lay back, her eyes closed while she rubbed Olive's throbbing clit. Olive moaned and writhed as she moved her pussy back and forth over Cathy's impaling finger. She felt the hot juices increase their flow inside her soaked cunt. She could make out the outlines of Cathy beneath her, the spread legs, the small firm breasts, her neck and face in deep shadow.
The double manipulation seemed to bind the two girls together in molten ecstasy. Olive's cunt dripped as her soaked insides filled up. Cathy pushed her hips upward to force Olive's finger to a stronger pushing on her clitoris. Hurt and pleasure were intermingled. Cathy felt as though she wanted Olive to put her whole hand inside her cunt, to fill her up with a big pleasure. She couldn't get enough of that thrumming finger on her clit. Her breasts ached and cried out for suckling. Her insides churned with primitive desire and she wanted to scream at the top of her voice how good it was, how terribly good it was. The dream had become a reality to a certain extent and she could imagine how it would be to have a man, a forbidden man, dark and large-cocked, on top of her, his steel-hard organ swelling inside her cunt as it drove against the vibrating clit.
Olive moaned aloud as orgasm shot through her cunt like a fiery river.
"Oh man oh man oh man," she sobbed, "you got me going, Cath. Fuck oh fuck oh fuck but I'm coming all over, Jesus God am I fucking coming in my cunt! That's got to be it, baby. I'm gushing come all over your f-u-c-k-i-n-g finger! Can you feel it baby?"
Olive's words brought a rush of excitement to Cathy's pussy. She felt it clamp over her finger and the same ecstasy came over her. She pushed upwards with her hips and felt the finger touch off a stabbing electric current that shook her loins with sapping pleasure. She knew that she was having an orgasm just like Olive. She tried to hold it back, to analyze its force and effect but she was helpless before its onrush of rapturous searing.
"Oh-Olive, oh, oh, oh," she gasped. "I'm-it's happening to me too!"
"Let it. Oh Christ Cath, it's going again. Jesus I'm coming again. Oh fuck, what a fucking good feeling that is!"
"Me oh, it's the best feeling I've ever-ever had," Cathy panted. She felt Olive's finger jab deeper and the pain mingled inextricably with the pleasure. She brought her legs together quickly and then parted them again as though applauding. Her whole body seemed to be dancing on the end of Olive's finger. Wave after wave of purest pleasure coursed through her wriggling body and she wanted to scream to the whole world that she was happy happy happy.
Olive nearly passed out with the ecstasy that her third and fourth orgasms brought. She felt her pussy filled up and overflow with the gushing juices of sex. She impaled herself further on her companion's finger and thrust her cunt against it as though hurling a door against a battering ram.
Finally, Olive could stand it no longer. She withdrew her finger from Cathy's cunt and threw herself on top of the girl and sought her lips in the dark.
"Kiss me, Cath, Kiss me," she moaned.
Cathy's finger fell free of Olive's pussy and she embraced the older girl, her mouth eagerly waiting for the meeting.