Give Me a Hand

When it was over Ruth sat back, watching me with a look of total wonder on her face, while Dinah rocked back onto her heels, just gazing silently at me with her hand still inside me, motionless now, waiting for me to be ready for her to remove it. I nodded, slack-mouthed and silent, not wanting to lose her but knowing that I must. She turned her hand gently and withdrew it with surprising ease. It seemed to just slide out, hardly pulling at my entrance as her knuckles passed through so much more easily than the other way.

That was the upside, the downside was that she left me feeling strangely empty and forsaken, almost as if I'd been abandoned. It was a strange feeling and one I can't explain. I knew now why Dinah had been so eager to start on me, and now I was just as impatient to do the same to Ruth.

'Your turn, Ruth.' I told her as soon as I had enough breath.

She shook her head regretfully. 'I wish I could.' She explained. 'But my period's too close. I'm too tender right now.'

The look on her face told me that she was genuine, rather than trying to back out of anything.

'Can we meet another time?' She asked me.

'I don't think there's any doubt of that.' Dinah interrupted. 'I can see enthusiasm written all over Dawn's face. She'll want it again and that's a certainty.'

She was right, of course. I did want to take it again, and to try doing it to Ruth. It was just as shame that Dinah wouldn't be around so that I could repay the unbelievable pleasure she had just given me. I'd not wanted to be fisted at first, never in a million years. But a girl's entitled to change her mind and I'm so damn glad that I did.