All of them

"We'd love to."

Whether he was speaking from consensus, or merely taking his role as leader of the 'team', the confidence in Brian's words and the feel of six sets of eyes roving up and down her mostly bare body turned the brunette on immensely. She smiled, throwing her popsicle stick - all that remained of her tarty snack - into a nearby popsicle stand, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Even that simple motion sent a tingle down her spine.

The looks on their faces, the smiles. They knew what 'hanging out' meant.

"Great." She said, walking off of the sidewalk as several guys headed to Brian's car, four of them piling in before Brian turned to her. "Your place is close to here, right?" It wasn't as if he knew where she lived, and Julie's mind raced before coming to the obvious answer: it had to be close with how little she was wearing. "Hop in..." He said.

Of course, it would mean riding in the front on one guy's lap, as Bruce had taken his place there, or squished in the back on the laps of four guys. The images were already going through her mind of brushing up against each of their bulges, her hand wandering.

Or teasing the big, black lineman in the front seat, making them all jealous before they got to her place.

Her eyes went to Mike and John - the two guys still not in Brian's car - knowing she could just walk with them instead. Delaying the inevitable, or making the guys want more during the few blocks it would be to her home.

Taking a breath, she moved forward to give her answer...