Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: ursismajor Title: Eyes and Fingers Part: Chapter 6 Summary: Anna learns by sight and touch Keywords: mf, voy Chapter 6 Eyes and Fingers November 1990 Anna's exams came and went and life at home continued to be as pleasant an experience as Anna could remember. Her father was due home for Christmas but he had written that he may then have to return to America and so her stay at her aunt's might be extended. Much as she missed her father, Anna enjoyed living with Jenny and Peter and, if she was honest about it, really preferred it to living in her old house with just her father. The promised end of year parties arrived but the atmosphere at these gatherings, always small and with only close friends, had changed. Now there was much less dancing, more drinking for those who wanted it, and a lot more kissing and being kissed. At the first one in November, Anna had her period and was getting a cold and was feeling a bit yuk. Even so she allowed her breasts to be rubbed through her top while she danced and then, on a darkened veranda, to have them more thoroughly, and less gently, pawed, firstly through her blouse and then, for the first time, to have the buttons undone, her bra strap slipped off a shoulder, and one breast, bare to the night air, licked. She liked it. She liked it a lot. A LOT. That night in bed she slid her hand between her parted thighs but she was feeling too unwell and nothing was working for her. At the next party, the following Saturday, she sat and kissed one of the boys, allowing her breasts to be rubbed through her clothes but repelling his determined efforts to unbutton her top and to get a hand up her skirt. A good deal of experimental "swapping" went on at these parties now and late in the night she danced with her friend Meg's boyfriend, Michael, and allowed herself to be led to a deep chair in the darkened lounge room where she was pulled onto the boy's lap. She curled up, knees bent and he immediately kissed her deeply. She responded in kind. By the time they broke for air, and that was quite some time later, Michael had slid a hand up her top, had pushed the bra cup aside, and was gently playing with her nipple. Anna sat across his knees allowing her neck to be nuzzled while her nipple was now not so gently rolled between Michael's fingers. "Look," he whispered, "over there." Anna turned her head slightly and realised they were not alone. Now that her eyes were more accustomed to the gloom she could make out a couple sitting on the sofa across the room, a boy she did not immediately recognise and a girl, her good friend Frances. They were locked in a deep embrace, kissing, and in the half light Anna could see the girl's white skirt pushed well up and the boy's hand firmly planted between her quite widely spread thighs. "What a good idea," Michael whispered, running his hand up her leg. His lips found hers again and as their tongues explored each other's mouths she felt his hand push between her legs. Without a thought Anna opened them and felt the hardness of his fingers against the soft, and wet, fabric on her underpants. Then a finger sought and found a way around the leg of her underwear and she gasped into the boy's mouth as it slid into her vagina. He worked her opening in much the way that she herself did when alone in her bed, although he was somewhat hampered by her clothes. Later, after the initial burst of passion, they looked across the room to the other couple. They were still kissing and the boy's hand appeared to by rhythmically moving between the now very widely spread legs of the girl. For her part, she seemed to be holding something in his lap and she too was moving her hand up and down. Anna felt Michael's finger move in and out of her in time with the other boy's movements. "Do you like me to finger you?" he whispered in her ear. "Yes" she whispered. "Do you want me to stop?" "No" she replied. "Can I see you after school one day?" God, she thought - what am I doing? I'm sitting on my friend's boyfriend's lap with his finger in me, watching another couple having sex. "Yes" she sighed. Jenny picked her up that night and after a few pleasantries they drove home in silence, each with their own thoughts. Anna went straight to bed and lay thinking about the night. She had begun by getting her breasts felt by a boy, then having Michael's finger in her sex for what must have been 15 minutes, watching another couple do things to each other, and after a rather suspicious and grumpy Meg had retrieved her boyfriend and they had left, she had ended the night by letting herself be trapped coming from the bathroom, pushed against a wall and "dry rooted" (as she had read it was called) by the boy who had been fingering Frances. She was sore. "My vagina is sore," she said in her mind. "No, my `pussy' is sore." She pulled off her pyjama bottom and opened her legs. "No, my `CUNT' is sore!" She kicked off the bedclothes and spread her thighs as far apart as she could, arching her back and opening the lips of her vulva with her fingers. "I'm spread wide. You can watch me. I'm want you to watch me! Watch me Michael. Look at my cunt Michael! Stick your finger into me! Fuck me Michael! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh Peter, fuck me!!!!" She slept very soundly that night.