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Groped
(Kelly Addams)

"Hi." she whispered again.

Crystal bit her lip, then swallowed a soft gasp to feel movement down between her legs. "Hi!" she replied, a hint of shock in her tone. The case was still tight against her clit, but now there was another sensation, an extra movement that she knew had to be a finger... or fingers.

"I'm Chrissie!" the girl whispered.

"Crystal." 

Oh my God, what is happening she groaned silently as she felt a finger pressing atop her swollen clit.

"A Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." the grin widened as Crystal looked down. She couldn't see what was happening, the girls were too tightly squeezed together, but she could certainly feel the hem of her skirt creeping steadily higher, Chrissie was skilfully hitching it up until with a grin she stroked the tips of her fingers against damp white cotton panties.

"How old are you Crystal?"

Her voice was barely a whisper but at that moment in Crystal's mind only the voice and fingers existed.

"Eighteen." she gasped.

"So perfect," the hippie sighed, and with practised dexterity slipped a finger around the crotch of Crystal's now sodden underwear and paused, her nail pressing gently against slippery lips. "You only have to nod sweetheart." she crooned.

And as Crystal's mind swirled in confusion she felt herself give the smallest sign of consent, before gasping softly to feel another girl's finger slip inside her aching snatch. 

A stranger, and a girl! The shock at what she was doing was only slightly greater than the sudden surprised realisation that she was actually loving every second. She was getting fingered, by a lesbian, on a train in public! And she was close to heaven.

"I want your number sweet thing." Chrissie said, her tone quiet yet confident.

Without hesitation Crystal began to recite the digits of her personal phone, so caught up in the moment that all caution had left her mind.

"Good girl," Chrissie pulled her finger free, "I think we are going to have so much fun together."

Emptiness filled the young brunette as Chrissie tugged the case away and deftly brushed her skirt back into place, what had happened was surreal, it was also disturbing, maybe even close to a sexual assault, but then a new thought entered her head... could a woman really sexually assault another woman, she didn't think so. If it had been a man fingering her, right there while she was trapped on the train, then that would have been a crime.

Except it wouldn't she told herself, realisation coming in a sudden rush. It wasn't getting fingered by a lesbian that had turned her on and made her so meek and submissive... it was just the act of getting touched and fingered.

I wouldn't have cared who was fingering me she admitted as Chrissie slipped a small note inside her blouse. Anyone could finger me if the situation was correct. Cramped up like this, everyone crushed together. This is the catalyst, the proximity.

And for so long I've been avoiding exactly this.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe by her inaction she was encouraging perversion... but as she squeezed her hand down to her side, then to her mound she realised she didn't care. She would get touched again, she would put herself in a position where she would get groped... and the morning and evening crush would be a perfect place to start.

And I have other ideas. She grinned, an action that hippie lesbian Chrissie obviously took as satisfaction. Oh yes, I have amazing ideas she told herself, and imagined how it would feel to wear just a see through net dress to a crowded nightclub... or even better she added with the smallest of groans, what about crowd surfing at a concert. She had seen it before, those scantily clad girls being rolled across a sea of groping hands.

Perfect she added with another grin, crowd surfing and a net dress in a night club... and from there? Who knows?

But first, I think it might be fun to explore my bisexual side, as with a small smile on her face she turned her hand from her own snatch...

And pressed firmly against a pussy she was pretty sure... would be a riot of rings and studs.