Ben wasn't as confused as he was five minutes ago, but he couldn't understand what was up with Jennifer. He was glad that she was happy to let him fondle her tits -- he had often fantasized about her, and her breasts in particular were very nice -- but if she was happy letting him grope her in the hallway, why did she ask to go somewhere more secluded? Ben thought that was supposed to be a hint that there was more in the offering, but Jennifer wasn't hinting at anything. He wished that she would want to do something more adventurous, like at least take off her clothes.
Jennifer smiled. "Hmm," she said. "I think I know how to make it more appealing to you. How would you like me to take off my clothes?" She undid the button on her jean shorts. "... take them *all* off?"
Ben was surprised, not so much that she wanted to do this (which was very unusual, but he was getting used to that), but at the coincidence. "Yeah. I'd like that a lot."
Jennifer hadn't waited for his answer: she had unzipped her fly, and let her shorts slip off her hips a little to show off her light pink panties. Before taking off her shorts, she sat on Ben's bed to take off her shoes and her socks, revealing her cute bare feet. She stood up again, and pulled down her jean shorts, kicking them into a corner of Ben's room. She then pulled down her panties, showing off to the world -- or at least, the two people in Ben's room -- that she was indeed a natural blonde. She tossed her panties into the same corner as her shorts. Standing with a borad stance to show off her muff, she pulled her tank-top over her head, revealing her magnificent tits. They stood out from her chest, her nipples still a bit stiff from the attention they had recieved earlier.
Jennifer giggled as Ben stared at her body. She folded her arms behind her and thrust her chest forward, still standing in a broad stance. "Like what you see? I thought you'd like my body. You've hardly looked away from my chest in the past several minutes."
"Well," replied Ben, "I like to pay attention to what I'm doing."
Jennifer giggled again as she sat down on Ben's bed. She patted the bed on her right. "Sit next to me. I promise I don't bite."
Ben sat down next to Jennifer. "Now you can feel up my chest properly. Fondle my tits as much as you like... take as long as you want. I just have to be home for six-thirty or so."
Ben reached over with his right, and took Jennifer's right nipple between two of his fingers. Jennifer sighed contentedly and leaned a little into him.
Ben tried to reach around Jennifer's back with his other arm, but he found it a bit awkward. He wished he could reach Jennifer's left breast more easily.
Jennifer was thinking the same thing, apparently. "Here, Ben," said Jennifer, standing up, "let me sit on your leg. You'll be able to reach around me easier that way." She straddled Ben's left leg while facing away from him, which made it easier for Ben to reach Jennifer's left breast with his left hand. Jennifer leaned back on Ben's chest, promting him to lie down on his bed, Janine resting on top of him, with him still enthusiastically rubbing Jennifer's breasts with both hands.
Jennifer seemed to be enjoying this quite a bit: she was breating in deep sighs, and Ben could smell a bit of her arousal in the air. Ben was getting excited too, and thought the time was right to make the next move. He slowly traced his right hand down Janine's chest to her abdomen towards the blond tuff below...
Jennifer reacted quickly to this. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked a little angrily. "Keep your hands to yourself." As if to reinforce her message, she took Ben's hand, and placed it emphatically on her right breast with the fingertips rubbing into her stiff nipple. She shuddered slightly and spread her legs a little.
All Ben could think was: What The Fuck?
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