Barely, and not without cuming in the process

Sam’s grin widened, her green eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“I dare you to sit on Jo’s lap and let her finger you—while the rest of us watch.”

Suki’s breath hitched, her pale cheeks flushing crimson. Her fingers twisted in the hem of her skirt, knuckles whitening. The room seemed to pulse around her, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the weight of the girls’ gazes pressing against her skin.

Jo, still perched on the couch, tilted her head. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. “I don’t mind,” she murmured, patting her thighs. “Come here, Suki.”

Suki hesitated, her heart hammering. She had never—never—let anyone touch her like this. Not even herself, not really. But the heat between her thighs was unbearable now, a throbbing ache that demanded relief. And the way Jo was looking at her—like she already knew every secret, every hidden tremor—made something hot and liquid coil tighter in her belly.

Swallowing hard, Suki stood on shaky legs. The room blurred at the edges, her focus narrowing to Jo’s outstretched hands. She stepped forward, her bare feet whispering against the hardwood, and lowered herself onto Jo’s lap.

The moment their bodies touched, Suki gasped. Jo’s thighs were warm beneath her, the fabric of her skirt rucking up, exposing the bare skin of her ass. Jo’s hands settled on her hips, fingers pressing lightly into the soft flesh there.

“Relax,” Jo murmured, her breath warm against Suki’s ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

Suki’s pulse stuttered. She could feel the other girls watching, their eyes tracing the curve of her spine, the way her small breasts rose and fell with each unsteady breath. Anita’s dark gaze was heavy, Allison’s lips parted in anticipation. The twins were practically vibrating with excitement, their freckled cheeks flushed. Cathy—still tied to the chair—was biting her lip, her blue eyes locked on Suki’s trembling form.

Jo’s fingers slid up Suki’s thigh, pushing her skirt higher. The cool air kissed her damp skin, making her shiver.

“So soft,” Jo murmured, her fingertips brushing the edge of Suki’s white satin panties. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

Suki whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily. She was wet—soaked, actually. The fabric clung to her pussy, the thin material doing nothing to hide the thick cream smeared across her folds.

Jo hooked a finger under the waistband, tugging the panties aside. The sudden exposure made Suki’s breath catch, her thighs tensing.

“Look at that,” Allison breathed. “Her little bush is so dark against her skin.”

It was true—Suki’s pubic hair was a wild, silky tangle of jet-black curls, a stark contrast to her porcelain thighs. The sight of it, so untamed and hers, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

Jo’s fingers traced her slit, gathering the slickness there. “Fuck,” Jo whispered, “you’re dripping.”

Suki’s head fell back, a moan slipping past her lips as Jo’s middle finger slid between her folds, teasing her entrance. The pressure was maddening—just enough to make her clench around nothing, her body begging for more.

“Please,” Suki gasped, her voice breaking.

Jo chuckled, low and wicked. “Please what?”

“P-please… inside.”

Jo didn’t make her wait. With a slow, deliberate push, she sank one finger into Suki’s tight heat.

Suki shrieked, her back arching, her fingers scrabbling at Jo’s shoulders. It was too much—the stretch, the fullness, the way Jo’s finger curled just so, brushing a spot inside her that made her vision whiten.

“Oh my god,” Cathy whimpered, squirming in her bonds. “She’s so tight.”

Jo added a second finger, stretching Suki wider, her thumb circling Suki’s clit in lazy, torturous strokes. Suki’s hips rocked helplessly, her body chasing the pleasure, her breath coming in ragged pants.

“That’s it,” Jo coaxed, her lips brushing Suki’s throat. “Let go. Let us see you come.”

Suki’s thighs trembled, her toes curling. The room spun, the girls’ voices blending into a haze of encouragement and hunger. She could feel it building—the coil in her belly tightening, tightening—

Then Jo’s fingers thrust deep, her thumb pressing hard on Suki’s clit—

Suki exploded.

Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and sweet, her pussy clenching around Jo’s fingers as cream gushed from her slit, dripping down Jo’s hand and onto her thighs. Suki’s cry echoed through the room, her body shaking, her mind blank with pleasure.

When she finally came down, boneless and gasping, Jo gently withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them clean, humming in satisfaction.

“Perfect,” Jo purred.

Suki could only whimper, her body still thrumming with aftershocks. She had never felt so exposed, so seen—and yet, for the first time, she didn’t want to hide.

She wanted more.