Ben noticed Rhonda stare intently at Jennifer. Her face went blank, as if deep in thought: then, as if coming to a decision, her face relaxed and she smiled.
Rhonda looked at Ben's jeans with a smirk. "Look at that, Jennifer," she teased, "you've gotten my little bro horny for you. Massaging your naked tits and watching you masturbate under your wet panties -- in our foyer, no less -- have made him very hard for you. I'll bet he wants to nail you pretty badly right now."
Ben was shocked by how dirty Rhonda was talking. Jennifer looked at Rhonda in anger, gasping, but kept playing with herself under her panties. "Wh-what? Don't talk to me that way! I -- "
Rhonda blushed a bit, but cut Jennifer off. "Don't talk back to me, missy!" Jennifer immediately went quiet. "You're horny, aren't you? Answer me!"
"Yes," Jennifer said, her face pale but growing redder.
"You're letting my little brother paw your naked tits right in front of me, aren't you?"
"Yes," repeated Jennifer, unable to resist answering.
"In fact, you're almost totally naked, masturbating, and wetting your panties right in front of me, in our hallway, aren't you? All because I asked you to?"
"Yes," said Jennifer, tearing up.
"It sounds to me like you're a horny slut that will do anything I say, and desperately wants to get fucked."
Jennifer started to cry, and started taking her hand out of her panties.
"Rhonda," Ben spoke up. "Don't talk to --"
"Ssh bro," Rhonda said quietly, changing her tone for Ben back to the easy going sister he knew. "Let me handle this." She turned to Jennifer, who was moving past Ben to get to the door. "I didn't say you could leave. Stay here."
Jennifer stopped in her tracks, and did as Rhonda told her. She bent forward slightly, and inserted her thumb up her moist hole: her fist made a tent in her panties, allowing Ben to look into them to Jennifer's blonde thatch.
"I didn't do anything wrong," cried Jennifer. "I was just doing what you asked me to do. I'm not a slut."
Ben sympathized with Jennifer. Ben did want to fuck her, and she was an erotic sight which was making him hard as a rock. But Jennifer hadn't done anything even remotely slutty yet: all she had done was take off everything but her panties and started masturbating like Rhonda had asked, and that was perfectly reasonable. If Rhonda kept making Jennifer upset, it would ruin any chances of him sleeping with her.
Rhonda seemed to struggle with Jennifer's plea, and softened a bit. "Ssh, don't cry," she said to Jennifer. Jennifer stopped crying, but still looked miserable. "Don't be sad," she added; Jennifer reacted by calming down, but she still looked imploringly to Rhonda.
At that point, Ben and Rhonda's Mother entered the room. "What's going on here? Why is Jennifer upset?" She looked to Jennifer and was taken aback. "Jennifer, why are you stripped down to your panties!?"
Ben responded, "Rhonda asked her to take her clothes off except for her panties," as if it were perfectly reasonable; after all, it was.
"Oh, alright then," Mrs. Dennings responded, easing up. "What's wrong, Jennifer?"
Jennifer looked anxiously to Ben's mom. "She called me a horny slut, because I was masturbating and letting Ben fondle my tits! But I was just doing that because she told me!"
Rhonda spoke up. "I know she was, but I didn't tell her to get horny! She was horny from letting Ben fondle her tits and from masturbating in the hall in front of us! With anyone else, that would make her a horny slut!"
Her Mom was not impressed. "I don't care how wet and horny she gets from doing what you tell her to do to herself, that's no reason to upset her. She's a guest in my house, and I want you to be a good hostess. Is that understood, young lady?"
Rhonda sighed. "Is it Okay if I tell her not to get upset at what I say to her?"
"I don't care what you tell her to do, just be a good host to Ben's friends. She lets him fondle her without you telling her, you know: I'm happy Ben has such a good friend. I want her to be comfortable here."
"Alright, Mom," responded Rhonda impatiently. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Good then," responded Mrs. Denning. "Jennifer dear, would you like to have dinner here? We're having linguine."
"Sure Mrs. Dennings," responded Jennifer. "I'll have to tell my mom though."
"Alright, then. Dinner's in thirty minutes," said Mrs. Dennings as she left the hallway.
Rhonda looked to Jennifer and smiled. "Sorry Jen," she apologized, "I still think I was right, but that was no reason to upset you. Please don't ever get upset by me talking dirty to you again," she asked with a smile.
"Apology accepted," said Jennifer, shaking Rhonda's hand. As they pulled their hands apart, it became clear that Jennifer shook hands with the hand she had been masturbating with, as Rhonda's hand was covered in viscous fluid.
Rhonda looked at her hand with a bit of surprise, then smiled. "Lick your juices off of my hand, slut," she commanded. Jennifer smiled and inserted Rhonda's fingers into her mouth one by one.
Rhonda looked to Ben, who watched Jennifer with fascination. Ben had gotten out of the mood during the argument between his Mom, Rhonda, and Jennifer, but his cock was starting to harden again. "Now, Jen, what shall we do about Ben over there?" |