“Hey,” I said, then I dropped my voice, “sorry my friends are staring at you.”
“Just be glad I put on underwear,” she smirked. “I don’t want to give your friends any ideas.”
I paused, then looked at her sly smirk. “Give them ideas?”
“Yes,” she said, and winked. “It worked last time, didn’t it?”
I thought back to when she had moved in, not so long ago, and how she had laid there on the ground, her shorts riding up, her pussy on display. She raised her eyebrows mischievously. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. She kissed me on the cheek and took her plate outside. I rejoined my friends in a daze.
We sat around for another half hour or so, and then Jen came in and brought us a tray of snacks from the kitchen. She set them on the coffee table in front of us, bending low, treating us to her ample cleavage. My friends leered but her eyes were on me. My eyes followed her all the way to the kitchen. When she was sure they were no longer looking, she pulled a ball of purple fabric out of her pocket and waved it at me. She had taken off her underwear.
Jen kept coming by, checking in on us, bending low to take the tray away later. She mouthed the words “I’m so wet” at me while my friends were staring at her tits. Hours later I shooed my friends out as soon as I politely could, and when I found her again she was in her room changing.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Come on, we’re going out for a walk,” she said. She had put on a sports bra and running shorts. She waited for me to change and then drove me to a local trail that was popular for jogging and running. We walked, enjoying the shady trees and warm air.
“That was some show you gave my friends,” I said after a while.
“Was it?” she said with a smirk. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Let’s just say none of us could stand up for a while,” I said.
“That would have been a sight,” she said, kicking a pine cone down the trail. “Four guys all hard for me.”
“How many have you seen at once,” I ventured.
She looked up and down the trail. We were alone, but we walked a little more before she answered. “Three. College was an interesting time for me. It was my boyfriend and his roommates. They walked in on us, and we invited them to join in. They took turns.”
My dick twitched. “You certainly go for what you want,” I said.
“I do,” she said. “So does your mom.”
I swallowed, trying not to look guilty. “Like what?”
“Oh, I shouldn’t be the one to tell you,” she said with a wicked grin. “But let’s just say she can accommodate.”
“Tell me,” I said.
“Okay, but don’t let her know. Once I walked in on her sucking her boyfriend while another guy was taking her behind. She had cum all over her face, and I think they were on round two.”
We stopped walking. We were around a tight bend in the trail, a blind spot. I pulled her close, kissing her. My hand went down her shorts, feeling her wet labia as I slid over them.
“Did you enjoy showing off this morning?” I whispered.
“It got me so wet,” she admitted, panting hard as I touched her. I rubbed her quickly, letting her lean her weight against me as I rubbed her out.