Ben was having fun. Jennifer was flirting with him, showing off her pussy and ass, and would let him feel up her ass and chest any time that he wanted. He was very pleasantly aroused, and felt very much in control for the first time in his life.
Jennifer flashed Ben a smile, making sure he was watching as she stood on tip-toes to get a bowl from a high cupboard. Her tank-top rose above her butt-cheeks, showing off her upper back, while below her lower lips peeked from between her legs. He came up from behind her, and gave her ass a supporting lift up so that Jennifer could get what she was reaching for,
Ben was happy, but he was getting ready to try something more. He liked how the situation was shaping up: not only did he have control, but he could shape the situation so that what he wanted became the new "normal". He wanted to keep doing things that way, and thought about what he wanted next as Jennifer mixed the batter for the cake, occasionally cupping his hands over both of her sets of cleavage.
In a few minutes, she finished. "There," she said, "I'll let mom take care of the rest, she should be home soon." Ben came up from behind her and cupped her breasts, and she giggled. "Can't keep your hands away, eh Ben? I like that -- my breasts haven't been fondled in a while, I'm glad I was able to get you to help me out."
"I'm glad to help," said Ben, leading Jennifer to the living room. "I'm glad you're okay not wearing your bottoms with me around, too -- I'd like your family to feel comfortable with me around." Ben let Jennifer go, and sat down on the couch.
"Me too," replied Jennifer, sitting on Ben's lap. "If you're going to be coming around to fondle by tits and ass, they may as well feel comfortable around you."
Ben was amused by Jennifer's matter-of-fact rationalisation. He was also impressed that she sat on his lap: although he hadn't wished for it, she was being consistently flirtacious since he had gotten her out of her panties. Ben cupped his hand on her right breast as he made his next wish. "There's just one thing, Jen," he said. "I haven't done anything because I don't know how your family feels about it, but what about the usual rules society has for exposing yourself?"
Jennifer looked at Ben a little quizically. "What specifically?"
Ben started explaining his recently invented rule of polite behaviour, which he had just wished for.
"Well, normally, if you show off a part of your body," Ben explained, snaking his hand slowly down Jennifer's belly, "it means that friends and welcome visitors are allowed to touch you down there, however they like." Ben inserted a finger between her labia, and began stroking lightly.
Jennifer gasped lightly, and thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it, it's never mattered before: we usually dress up for company, and our family doesn't feel each other up. But I guess if I'm okay with you seeing my ass and my pussy, then you should be allowed to touch me there," she replied. "Any way that you want," she added, with a moan.
"Okay," said Ben cheerfully, "I just wanted to make sure." He slid his middle finger down her pussy, and toyed with the opening to her vagina.
"Ooohh," cooed Jennifer. Juices flowed from her moistening hole, which Ben traced up her pussy to the pink bud at the top. "OH."
"Wow," Ben commented with a grin, as he rubbed circles around Jennifer's clit. He hadn't had much experience before, but he guessed most girls quite weren't this receptive. "You're pretty sensitive. Maybe you should have been more careful about showing off your pussy to me -- I could have a lot of fun just keeping you from doing anything productive. I hope you didn't have any homework today," he teased.
"I just hope that Mom doesn't mind you *aaah* being here. I think I like you being a welcome visitor *oooh*. I don't want you to have to stop *uh* on a technicality."
Ben moved his attention from Jennifer's clit to rub her pussy from top to bottom, lingering at both ends. Jennifer was getting very wet, and her juices were starting to leak onto Ben's leg. |