A Walk in the Park with Avril

The buxom blonde Zeta told you to meet her by the quad, which struck you as an odd place to meet for a date. When you get there, you find her sitting on one of the benches wearing the sheerest, shortest white sundress that you’ve ever seen. It’s a good thing she’s got her legs crossed, or everyone would have a full view of her choice of panties for the day.

“What’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done?” Avril asks you, just as you arrive.

Strange question, but you’re not about to be fazed. You give her one look in that sheer little sundress, making it clear that you’re undressing her with your eyes, and you smirk.

“You.”

Instantly, her face turns a shade redder and she laughs, getting up from the bench.

“You just love to push my buttons, don’t you,” she says.

“And you love getting your buttons pushed,” you say, trailing a hand across her thighs suggestively. {if JackOff == 1} “We could practice.”

“Some player you’re turning out to be,” she laughs.

{endif} “So, what are we doing?”

“The easiest thing I’ve ever done,” she replies. “A walk in the park.”

“Bit of a tame date idea, don’t you think?”

“We’ll see about that,” she smiles, giving you a wink.

At this point in the fall, the temperature in the afternoon can be downright chilly, and you’re surprised that Avril’s gone with such a skimpy outfit. After all, you can see the hard outlines of her nipples.

“You know that’s why everyone’s staring at you, right?” you say, taking note of a trio of sophomores who can’t seem to tear their eyes off Avril’s chest as they walk towards you.

“Keep going,” she whispers. “Tell me why.”

She crosses her arms, almost, but not quite covering her nipples. It’s got to be intentional.

“You like that those frat bros can see your tits,” you say under your breath as they approach. She nods, and you pick it up. “You like that they can tell just how turned on you are with a quick glance. You like that they’re not doing that. You like that they’re staring at you, undressing you with their eyes. You like that the job’s already half way done with your nipples poking out like that. You like that they could reach out at any moment and grab your tits, flick their fingers across your nipples and pinch them hard, because you’ve given them such easy access.”

“Damn,” she whispers as the guys pass her by. “I’m so wet right now.”

“That’s because you’re a proper slut, aren’t you,” you say, louder this time, sure that the guys passing behind you are still in earshot.

“Fuck, you’re horrible to me,” she says, but the look of arousal she gives you suggests anything but. Then, quieter, once the guy’s are out of earshot, she continues: “They know me. That’s why they were so brazen about it.”

“Phew,” you laugh. “Here I was thinking that they’d think I was a slut-shamer. Except you knew that they knew what I didn’t know.”

“Exactly,” she smiles. “But these folks coming around the bend, they don’t know what the guys knew, which is what you used to know.”

You stare at the two guys she’s referencing. They’re jogging slowly, chatting with each other about something that you can’t quite hear. The words are stolen away by a breeze that’s started to pick up.

“So what’s the plan? Same deal as last time?” you ask.

She shakes her head, stopping in front of you. She puts a hand on her hip, her back to the joggers, and lifts the front of her skirt just a fraction. It’s not much, but with how short her skirt is, you realize that what you’re seeing is all there is. She’s gone commando. But you don’t get to see anything more, because she quickly drops the hem of her skirt. And with the wind blowing in her direction, you see that short skirt billowing upwards.

You are suddenly very jealous of those oncoming joggers.

“Tell me what’s happening,” she says. “Tell me what their expressions are.”

“You like this, don’t you, having your bare pussy exposed like this,” you say. “Those joggers are getting the perfect view of your slit right now. I can tell they like it. They’ve slowed down their pace. Those jogging shorts are just as flimsy as your sundress, and they’re rock hard. They’re eye-fucking you right now. They can see just how dripping wet you are, and they think it’s all for them.”

“Fuck, are they close?” she asks, as their footfalls grow louder

“Drawing closer by the moment,” you say. “They’re big guys. Horny. And you’re a little blonde gal out in the park, helpless. Exposed. They’re slowing down more now. One of them could whip out his cock and stuff it inside of you before you know what’s happening. Could you imagine that? All of a sudden, feeling a rod spear into you…”

“I’m resisting every urge to touch myself right now,” she says, her eyes gleaming. “You’re good at this, you know?”

“You talk nice, but that second cock is getting stuffed straight into your mouth,” you say, and Avril’s eyebrows shoot up.

Surprised? Interested? Who could say. But the joggers really are slowly down, and they really are sporting stiffies. You see one of them reach out, and he touches Avril by the shoulder. She flinches, surprised, and spins around to face them.

“Excuse me,” he says, his face burning bright red. “You’re… I thought you might like to know that you’re… a bit indecent right now. People can see.”

“Is that right?” Avril says, her mouth shaped into that little shocked ‘o’. She smooths down her dress, Monroe style, and gives an embarrassed laugh. “I’ll just have to… fix that, I guess.”

The two joggers look at each other, shrug, and then run on.

“You thought they were gonna get you when he grabbed your shoulder,” you laugh.

“I saw that you saw that they saw me and so that they knew that you knew what they knew and hence I knew that all was fine,” she says, and you laugh, struggling to follow her words.

“Bet you don’t know what’s coming next, though,” you say.

“Try me,” Avril smiles. “I’m built of sterner stuff than you think.”

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