a very dirty story

"I'm going to tell you a story." Emma says to your surprise. "A true story, I've never told anyone. But every time I think of it, every time I remember that it really happened I can't help but touch myself. Understand?"

You nod.

Then Emma stares at you intensely from the tops of her eyes. "Except you'll have to lick my fingers for me so I can keep talking okay?" The **** girl pleading to let her stay has vanished. Emma is now in total control of her faculties.

You nod again, your manhood impossibly hard. This isn't exactly an immediate wild fucking. But it'll do.

Emma holds a finger out to you. It glistens in the shitty fluorescent lighting of the story. It glistens with her juices. And you know you're expected to lick. You take a moment to appreciate that you're about to taste Emma Stone. But not too long a moment.

You lean in and wrap your lips around her skinny finger. It tastes amazing. You savor it on your tongue, and then finally part your lips.

Emma reclaims her hand with a giant smile as she clears her red bangs from her big eyes and slowly tiptoes her hand down toward her twat. "So.... the best story ever." She slips her hand into the top of her panties. "I know my reputation is the goofy girl next door. And it's true for the most part. I mean I never thought of myself as a vixen or a slut. I like sex, but everyone does, right? Coming into a place like this to rub myself off isn't something I'd have ever done. But then... something happened to me. Something that made me kinda crazy" You like the sound of this and while you wish you could just drop your pants and take Emma right there, if this story is true, it might be worth hearing.

And you start to suspect that she's playing with you. "Tell me already!" you demand, suddenly becoming vocal. "When did this happen?"