"I guess we'll have to pick this up later," I said to Bud.
"Hmmm... I guess," he said. He still did not stop finger-fucking me.
"Yep. We better run up and get ready to go," I said.
"Unhunh. We better. Can you come again so soon?"
"No, I don't think so. But that just feels sooooooo goooood. Oh, heck! Unhand me and let's go." Bud slowly slipped his fingers out of me, but he teased all the way. Twisting his hand, spreading his fingers, he made me feel it all the way out.
"God! You're driving me crazy," I said. "Stop that or Mom will have to come back down here with a bucket of cold water to get us apart."
"Well, we wouldn't want that." He took his fingers out, but he took my clit between his thumb and index finder and squeezed it. It bulged under the pressure and I thought I would cum again right then, but instead it just pushed me right to the edge. Then he rolled it gently between his fingers and I moaned way back in my throat. My stomach muscles clenched of their own accord. I was panting and glassy-eyed and needed to cum again in the worst way. Bud let go of my clit and pulled the skin back down over it. He pressed my labia back together and pulled my legs together. He slapped me on the butt and pushed me back to my feet.
I stood there pouting at Bud, with my hands on my boobs, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples. He laughed and said, "Serves you right. Now you get a taste of your own medicine." He held up his hand beside his head, with his thumb and finger almost touching. "Remember Darth Vader? Think of your clit in here." He rubbed his fingers together and chuckled, "Heh heh heh. Now let's see how long you can stay hot and wet without cumming! Go get dressed. No panties. And I want to be able to see that your nipples stay hard the whole time, so wear something they show through."
"OK. I'll do it.," I said. I ran off up the stairs with my juice running down my thighs. Bud was right. I had been doing this to people all weekend. It was only fair that I taste a dose of my own medicine. I wondered if I was up to the challenge. I was already having a hard time keeping my hands off. My clit seemed to be getting harder and hotter with every step I took. I found myself walking with my knees together so my thighs would press my pussy lips together and they would rub and tug on my clit. I quit that because it was just making things worse. My clit had pushed its way out of its hood and was waving in the air like it was looking for something to stimulate it. Bud's instructions notwithstanding, if I tried to wear panties in this condition, I would probably cum in a matter of seconds.
I had to be very careful in the shower. It was very tempting to let the water bring me off. I had to turn up the cold at the end because I was feeling a buzz starting in my clit that meant I was going to cum any second.
I dressed in my green empire-waist dress. The hem came to just above mid-thigh on me, so I would have to be careful about bending over or sitting down if I did not want to flash everyone around me. The bodice above the waist was sheer chiffon, but was gathered enough so that you had to look carefully to see through it. With my engorged and reddened areola standing out in sharp contrast to the white translucent cloth, a casual glance would be all that was required to pick out my protruding nipples under the bodice. Knowing that my nipples would be on such prominent display seemed to make them even redder and larger. When I took a deep breath they rubbed deliciously on the thin fabric.
A pair of patent-leather mary-janes with white socks made it a perfect 'little-girl' outfit. I also enhanced the rosy color of my 'make-up' to give myself a more doll-like appearance. I thought the 'little-girl' impression very nicely balanced my large bust and faintly visible nipples. Overall, it was an unusual look but, I was very happy with it.
I skipped down to Bambi's room to show it to her and ask if she had a small pocketbook I could borrow to go with the shoes.
"Oh you look just adorable!" She exclaimed. "You don't see many buxom 12 year-olds. I love the way it makes you look both innocent and sexy at the same time."
"I'm glad you like it," I said. "I really love the look, too. I think being bottomless and shaved will work with it too." I held up my dress and gave a knock-kneed twist of my hips.
"That's too darling! It looks like you forgot your panties and you are too innocent to realize that you are exposing yourself. Ah, is there some significance to the fact that your clit is poking out?"
"None other than Bud made it that way and then made me promise not to touch it. I'm going to need to take a pad or something to sit on at the restaurant if I'm not going to leave a wet spot on the chair."
"I guess I don't have to ask where he got that idea. This is certainly a case of the 'cows coming home to roost'."
"Isn't that 'the chickens coming home to roost'?"
"Could be. I always heard 'cows'. 'Chickens' would make more sense, but since chickens and cows fly about equally well, it makes no sense either way. Most Southernisms don't make too much sense if you examine them closely. It's just part of the culture, I guess.