Caught Red Tongued

I'm not really sure how to start this, so I'll start with who I am. My name is Fariha, and I am 2nd generation in this country. My family is middle eastern, and because I've worn a hijab most my life, I'm well aware of the hate westerners have for my ethnicity. Never the less, I'm fairly westernized for a girl in a hijab, and the only two ways people can tell my ethnicity are my general look, olive skin, Persian eyes, and distinctive face; and the way I dress, long skirt, blouse, and hijab are typical in my wardrobe.

I've never tried to let it get to me, and have endeavored to lead a good life, and be a good girl. I do not mean offense here, but Americans also have an, in my opinion, unhealthy obsession with bad people, criminals, and con-men. I have always valued honesty, and helping others, but it seemed like I was the only one in my classes, growing up, who did.

It wasn't easy to avoid vice either. Many of my peers engaged in underage drinking and smoking, although my family was not as religious as my dress would have you think, I was never interested in , and smoking was always a turn off for me. However there was once vice I found rather distracting. I'm not sure if you've noticed but until recently, Americans have had a very real obsession with women's bodies. Many of my peers would dress in spaghetti straps, allowing their bra straps to show, midriffs were common, and when they'd bend over their panties would peak out over the rim of their jeans, or very short shorts.

As I started getting older, and had more control over what I could wear and own, underwear became quite the diversion. There was so much selection, lace, patterned, various different cuts. To my shame, I've tried them all. I am not a fan of thongs, and have steered clear of them, out side of some experimentation as a teen, but my underwear is usually quite elaborate and dare I say sexy. Like an eye catching desert, hidden under the unassuming package that is my conservative form of dress.

At the time this story started, I was working part time at a retail store, living on my own for the first time, and tending to classes as needed. It was fun, and I had planned out my classes to give me ample time to myself. Being on my own for the first time in my life, I was seeing this as a chance to explore myself and learn where I wanted to be in life.

There was a small handful of girls at my work who all were about the same age as I was, perhaps a little older. Not all of them actually worked there, some just hung out there as if they did; one of them, Kat, seemed to be the opposite of me. She dressed like a punk rocker, had quite a few piercings, one in her nose, chains on her ears, and one in her left eyebrow. She kept her black hair short, and was generally very thin. She was about half a head taller than me, but I've always been the shortest girl my age, so this didn't shock me.

One day while I was working on folding some skirts that had been disheveled, I over heard them talking about some rather perverse subjects. From the sounds of thinks, they'd all had sex before, needless to say I was alone in having never done that. I'd fingered myself, a bit, but hadn't even used a dildo yet, partially because I was never bold enough to purchase one. Kat, ever boastful, informed Gwen, a red headed coworker of mine, that she could get her fist into her vagina. Upon hearing this I almost dropped the stack of skirts I was working on, nobody noticed. Gwen didn't seem to think that was possible, and argued Kat was making it up.

"Oh yeah, how 'bout I prove it to you?" Kat jested.

"I'm not going in there with you, my reputation can't take another hit after last week." Gwen responded. I wondered what they had done that would warrant such a response.

As I mused over what it could be, Kat's hand landed heavily on my shoulder, making me jump "Then our little hooded sand viper will need to judge this." Kat never used my name... Wait? What did she mean by judge?

Gwen smiled "I'd trust her, but can you really talk Fariha into baring witness?

Kat just grabbed my wrist and started dragging me to the changing room, "C'mon. Let's get this over with."

I tried to resist, what was this all about? What were we going to do?! The other girls just giggled, one of them jeering "Have fun."

Before I knew it I was sitting on the bench in the changing room as Kat smiled at me. "Don't worry, you just need to sit there and watch, and tell Gwen what happened." She seemed so relaxed saying this as she lifted her red pleated skirt, revealing her black thong to me. I felt my face flush. I'd seen women in their underwear, but this was different. She was closer, this was more focused, and she wasn't related to me or in a locker room with 20 other girls. It was just us, and I was getting a front row seat. She pulled her panties down and off, then placed one of her boot clad feet on the bench, next to me, her leg was uncomfortably close now, so close I could have kissed her inner thigh.

Out side of some, pornographic images I've seen on my computer, I'd never actually SEEN a pussy before. It's rather hard to look at your own, and when in the locker room I've tried to avoid staring at the girls. Mother and my sisters didn't often go around naked either, and the few times they did, I was trying to avoid looking for obvious reasons. Kat's was right there in front of me, and she immediately set to work spitting all over her hand and rubbing her lower lips in an attempt to lubricate them. It was rather beautiful, seeing her fleshy pedals spread apart beneath her fingers. Under her breath she muttered "This is going to hurt..." before sliding her fingers slowly into her opening. She took her time, slowly sliding her fingers in, until they were buried up to her knuckles. She paused there a moment, taking a deep breath before pushing in deeper. Like magic, her hand had vanished into her cavity. To say I was impressed would be selling it short. I doubt I would have had the stomach, dexterity, or ability to bend over like that, to do such a thing. After all, I had to turn my plush animals around so their doll eyes couldn't watch as I fingered myself. I would never have been this bold.

"So, does this count as fisting myself?" She laughed at me softly. I couldn't speak, I just nodded yes. She seemed satisfied and pulled her hand out. I couldn't help but notice how she gasped, almost as if her flower was for air. "This is always such a mess." Her hand hovered before me, so close I could kiss it, and even from here I could smell it. The smell wasn't pleasant, but was oddly arousing, and I found myself almost hypnotized by it. As she glanced down at herself she casually asked "Got anything to clean up with, Sand Viper?"

I wasn't listening to her any more, I was entranced by the hand before me. It seemed to glisten with Kat's personal lubrication. It's smell, inviting me, mocking me, teasing my own pussy with it's arousing and inviting nature. My heart raced, my breath grew short, my nipples ached and my pussy felt warm and uncomfortable.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, but before I could stop myself, I had grabbed Kat's wrist softy, and took two of her fingers in my mouth. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over the digits. Much like the smell, the flavor wasn't pleasant, but was hypnotic and made my panties feel uncomfortably moist and clammy between my legs. I continued to lick and suckle on the fingers until that magical flavor was gone and moved onto the next two fingers. I was lost in my actions, hypnotized by the combined sent and flavor. My heart still raced, and my body was feeling warm.

"Well, that's pretty fucking hot, Viper..." She commented. My eyes shot open, having been jarred back to reality. To my shock she was standing there, her phone in her hand, pointed at me. "You remember where that's been right?"

I pulled away and pressed myself against the wall behind me. "I... I'm so sorry. P-please forgive me."

She seemed amused by this. "Forgive? You looked like you were enjoying that." My face grew hotter as I felt it flush. She smiled down at me "Go ahead, keep going." I couldn't breath, I couldn't move. I was petrified. What had I been doing, to another girl none the less! And she had her phone out, was she taking pictures? Videos? What did she plan on doing with them?

Kat seemed to sense my to continue, and my fear. "Well, if you're not willing... what a shame. Bare minimum you're going to tell Gwen I won the bet before I show here these..."

I grabbed at her skirt, much like a frightened child, "No, please... Don't tell her I molested you... I'm sorry I'll do anything to make it up to you." I pleaded, mostly without thinking. After all, with the benefit of hindsight, she was the one flashing me, and had dragged me in there against my will.

Kat grinned at me. "Alright, you win... I won't show Gwen this video... IF you stand up." She placed her, still moist, hand on my chin and guided me up. Standing wasn't as easy as it should have been, my knees were feeling weak. "And lift up your dress to show me your panties." I blinked at her. Did she just ask that of me. Why would she want that? "Alright, if you won't show me, I'll show Gwen this very sexy video of you." She started turning to walk away.

I panicked and grabbed her arm. "No, please..." She turned back at me, and I looked away. I took a deep breath, and with trembling hands I bent over, grabbed the hem of my black, long skirt, and started lifting it up. Once I had it bundled up above my hips, I stopped, and stood there. I could feel myself blushing as I stood there, eyes closed. My heart was racing uncontrollably as I waited for her response.

"Those are some really sexy panties, Viper." her voice came from a LOT closer than I expected. I chanced a glance, and found that she was kneeling on the ground, aiming her camera at my hips, and inspecting my underwear from the same distance I was just on her. Part of me was alarmed, but part of me felt this was fair. I had just been admiring her private flower of womanhood after all. She giggled a bit "Way sexier than I expected. You have a hot date or something?" I blushed, I wasn't dating anyone, I just like wearing sexy underwear. She didn't seem to like my lack of response, as she struck my thigh. "I asked you a question, and spread your legs." I jumped and adjusted my stance.

"I... I'm not seeing anyone." I confessed, as she commanded.

Kat grinned "So you just wear sexy panties for fun?" She casually grabbed my crotch, as if it was a natural thing to do. "I wouldn't have expected you to be the sexy one, Viper." I felt her hand rubbing against my mound. "You're pretty wet down here, my peep show turn you on, or do you just get hot being told what to do?" I didn't know how to respond. My mouth moved but nothing came out. She giggled at me, aimed her phone at my face and grinned "Fine, I'll make up my own mind Viper." To my shock she pulled my panties down to my ankles. "Feet up." She said, forcing my panties off. I lost my breath for a moment. She giggled and stuffed my panties into her bra. "Thanks for the trophy. I guess you weren't kidding about having nobody at home waiting for your Arab cunt." I didn't get what she meant until I felt her fingers run through my bush. "Wild and untamed. Sorry," She lifted up her own skirt showing off how clean shaved she was "not my thing." She stared into my eyes a moment before grabbing my hands and forcing them down "I'm done, unless you want to be used more." She smirked.

My head was swimming, but one thing brought me back. "P-panties..." I stammered out. She wagged her finger at me.

"You want them back you need to earn them." She teased with a smile. "But you could use these for now." She commented, picking up her tinny black tong and holding it in front of me. "How about it, my Sexy little Viper." Again I didn't know what to do. I shook my head no, mostly by instinct. Kat giggled "Alright, wear nothing down there." I felt her hand run along my hip and thigh "God you're hot... if you want your panties back, meet me in the parking lot after work. We can come to an," she playfully bit the air in front of me, "agreement." She then quickly pulled her tong on and walked out. While standing at the changing room door she looked back at me. "Come on, I've got a bet to win."

Feeling ashamed of myself, humiliated, and nervous I followed Kat out. With how long my skirt was, it was unlikely that my lack of panties would even go noticed, but me knowing they were gone had me wracked in nerves and self awareness.

Kat on the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine. She confidently strolled up to Gwen, a big grin on her face.

"Kat, next time you want to prove something, don't the Muslim girl... The poor thing looks like she just watched someone get murdered." Gwen scolded.

Kat grinned slapping my ass. I jumped forward as Kat demanded "Tell Gwen what happened Viper." I blushed, did she mean the fisting or me getting partially stripped. Please don't make me confess that I took advantage of you...

"Um... Kat... that is..."

"Don't bother..." Gwen interrupted, trying to be sympathetic. "I'm guessing I lost the bet. Fariha, if you need a break, or to leave, or just a bathroom break... I'll cover for you. Sorry about all this."

I shook my head no, "I'll be alright. I'm, going to get back to work." I then hurried back to my chore from before. Kat left shortly after, but my night at work felt long, and difficult, being both aware of my less than full dress, humiliated by what had happened, and still in need of attention down there.

My shift finally over I punched out, my mind unfocused. Part of me was hoping that Kat would be outside, waiting for me. That she'd continue what she started. Part of me was fearful that Kat would be outside, waiting for me, ready to finish what she started. I gathered my belongings and stepped out into the cold night air. For a moment, everything seemed good and wonderful. I was somewhat looking forward to my short walk home in the cool fall night air. I started to walk when I heard a voice call out behind me.

"So, are you going to let me keep your sexy ass panties, or you coming with me?"

I turned to find Kat, standing there in a new outfit, wearing make up, smirking at me, with my yellow and white laced panties in her hands on display.