Claire: church clothes, wet panties, and Ramya’s finger

"You turned that down?!" Ramya is incredulous that I didn't have enough moral depravity to lose my virginity in an interracial gang-bang.

"It felt wrong," I sheepishly object. "Sure, I wanted it, but then I am just used-up trash they take out and leave by the curb the next day."

Ramya thinks for a beat. "Hmm. Maybe. Still, that would have been epic hot. Might be worth it. You should call and tell them you changed your mind."

I laugh. "The black guy leaves today. Back to a deployment. Maybe next year when he's on leave."

"I'm surprised based on what I thought I knew about Tanner. Good for him. I still think he's right for you, if you're interested."

I grin and show her his text from the night before. She nods. Tanner will call.

"You might have done the right thing if you really think he could be the one. But it's boring. I'm terribly disappointed in you," she jokes.

We're on the couch at my apartment. I'm in a tasteful skirt, church clothes. Tanner was there, by the way, and he also was at the usual singles group lunch after. He greeted me, was friendly, didn't talk about the party, didn't act like he had shared intimate conversation with me, didn't hit on me or ask me out in front of everyone. His discretion really helps me trust him more. But I better get that call in two days like he promised!

Ramya runs a suggestive finger along my inner thigh, then lifts up my skirt. With my legs slightly parted, she gets a great view. "Back to wearing panties again?" she teases.

"It's church, not a brothel."

I don't object when she leaves the hem of the skirt at my waist. We're at this level of comfort now, and I even like the attention. She pokes the fabric of my panties right at my pussy hole. I scoff. "I get to use the big black dildo on you now," she teases. "That was the deal if you don't get laid at the party. You didn't get laid, so..."

"No," I retort, though my hips shift toward her finger involuntarily, and my legs part more. "You said that. I never agreed."

She dismisses my correction. "Whatever."

"He knows I'm a virgin now," I say. "And you told me he has a little dick-"

"Slightly smaller than average," she corrects.

"Okay. Either way, I don't think turning my pussy into the Grand Canyon with a big dildo is a good idea."

Ramya's finger is back, tracing slow, maddening circles over my panties right where my clit throbs. I reach to pull her hand away… then stop myself. The pressure feels too good.

She chuckles. "You said you grabbed the black guy's dick. Are the size rumors true?"

"Yes. It was gigantic. Terrifying."

She laughs. "Tanner wanted to share you with him. Maybe he likes his girls a little more broken in."

"Ramya!" I scoff, turning red. But my hips shift again, betraying me. “Have you ever actually been with a black guy?” I ask, half-joking. “Or are you just talking big from all the stories?”

Ramya pauses for half a second, then laughs it off with her usual smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

"Yes, I would," I say, but she ignores me.

"You're wet, Claire," she teases. "I can see your big lips under those thin panties, and I see the slickness."

She's right. "Well, all this talk about sex..."

Ramya's fingers trace the elastic band of my panties, then her hand slips under it.

"What are you..." I say, but I spread my legs wider as her hand wedges between my thighs. "Ramya?"

"Shhh," she coos.

While looking into my eyes, my mentor trails her middle finger down my parted, slick lips and slowly pushes inside me.

I gasp and look at her like she's crazy. It's mid-day, afternoon sun shining in, we're very sober, and I just got back from church.

Fuck, that feels really good.

I scoff and shake my head in amazement.

I’m still sensitive from yesterday’s dilators, but this is her finger, warm and slim. Ramya slowly slides her finger in and out, then pulls back, and my panties snap back into place.

"Ramya, what the hell was that!?" My hips chase the finger with a soft mewl, but Ramya's finger was just a tease. "I liked it, though. I enjoy your touch."

She has that mischievous, mentoring smile now that she thinks makes her immune to criticism. "You're still tight. I was just making sure you didn’t sneak off and fuck the black guy last night and then get too scared to admit it."

We go back and forth for an hour. Great conversation, just enjoying each other's company. When Ramya gets up to leave, I pull her hand to stop her at the door. I lean in, peck her lips, and say. "I'm glad you're my mentor. You mean a lot to me."

The genuine affection contrasts with all the teasing banter. Ramya feels it for a second, the warmth between us and my vulnerability. She smiles softly, but just for a second. Then says, "Pop your cherry, Claire. Find someone to put a real cock in you soon… or bleed for me. I’m not waiting forever."

I grin, still tasting her on my lips. “I’ll think about it.”

I shut the door behind her, heart racing, pussy still tingling from her finger.

The pegging is an optional chapter that will lead back into the path with Ramya. You don't need to read it, but if that's your kink too, go for it. I certainly liked writing it.