Dawn wants to learn how to use her hands.

"I want you to feel how I feel right now, laying in your arms. Show me what to do with my hands, Jas. Please."

Jasmine smiled into Dawn's large eyes, drinking her pleasure through one more kiss.

"Of course, darling," she purred. Her arms broke away from Dawn's body and she reached for Dawn's hands, grasping them lightly, wrapping her fingers around the other girls. Their hands intertwined, and palms touched. "Sit down," Jasmine said softly. It was a suggestion, not an order.

The two girls sank to the floor, their legs crossing in front of them. Dawn could feel nothing except the heat coming from Jasmine's soft hands, could hear nothing except Jasmine's deep breaths.

"Fingers," Jasmine said, her voice almost a whisper, "Can be very sensative. Soft hands like yours," she brushed her thumb against Dawn's palm, "Are especially so. Kissing the hands can cause intense pleasure, while nipping the fingers can cause instant arousal."

Jasmine's hand tugged softly on Dawn, Dawn's hand quickly approaching her mouth. Jasmine's lips parted slightly, and her tongue was barely visible between the full red morsels. Dawn watched in awe as her finger met those lucious lips, and then shivered at the first contact with Jasmine's white teeth.

"You see?" Jasmine asked, again with a soft voice. She put the hand to her lips again and licked the palm, causing Dawn to moan out loud. "The hands are very sensative."

Hand still lost to Jasmine's mouth, Dawn closed her eyes. The wonderful pleasure stopped.

"You must watch," Jasmine said, and Dawn's eyes popped wide open instantly. "Watch and learn, and when you're ready, you can return the favor."

Dawn's eyes were glued to her own hand as Jasmine began to make love to it again. One finger disapeared into the hot mouth, and the heat spread through her whole body. It was as if she were on the peak of orgasm, but without any contact to her pussy there was no danger of going over the edge. Just stuck on the brink, looking over the chasm, enjoying the thrill.

Tentatively yet eagerly Dawn lifted Jasmine's free hand towards her own mouth, parting her lips as Jasmine had done before, and placing one of those long fingers between her teeth.

The finger became its own sexual organ, a tiny peice of Jasmine to hold and love, to lick and suck, to bring as much pleasure to orally as Dawn could any cock. Jasmine moaned against Dawn's hand in appreciation, her own efforts never wanning. They continued until Dawn could not stand it any more, and whimpered pitifully.

"Jasmine," she said, throatily. "I want to know more."