Distract him

You quickly make up your mind to distract Brad so he doesn’t ask any more questions. There is one way you know will distract anyone with a penis. Your brain tries to rationalize what you are about to do, telling yourself that it is only for the purpose of avoiding having to have a conversation about people and things you know nothing about. At the same time, you can’t help but thrill at the excitement of what you are about to do — something you wouldn’t dream of doing if you were still in your boring old body.

Stretching your legs toward the head of the bed, you pivot your body and sit parallel to Brad. He is still reclined on his side, with one leg extended and the other bent, with his foot on the bed. You glance down at his crotch, which is so close to your hips that you can almost feel its warmth. You are unable to tell what kind of package he has, but you feel your mouth watering at the thought of finding out.

You smile coyly as you place your hand on his thigh, squeezing slightly. You look into Brad’s face and see his eyes widen slightly in surprise, but he does not recoil.

“Is that what you really want to do is talk about Becca and Kyle?” You maintain eye contact with him as you slowly, seductively, move your hand upward toward his crotch. “Isn’t it enough to know that she’s gone until Sunday night? You know what that means, right?” Your hand is just below his crotch now. You move your eyes toward it and see a definite stirring under the faded denim. Seeing the delicate, nimble fingers at the end of your arm instead of the hand you have known your entire life is weird, but as you mentally command it to close the distance to his crotch, the hands instantly obey.

“Jean!” exclaims Brad, in a voice of longing. He places his hand on your bare knee and begins to rub your leg, moving quickly upward toward the bottom of your shorts.

You feel the warmth of his bulge against your palm and you squeeze, identifying the outline of his cock. It is semi-hard and getting harder by the second. You feel a wetness between your legs and a hunger in your loins as you fondle his growing erection. You guess him to be perhaps six inches long. At that moment, you wouldn’t have cared if his schlong was only one inch; you feel such arousal that you bet even the perpetually-horny Zack couldn’t exceed what you are experiencing.

Brad’s hand has reached your shorts. You spread your legs slightly, giving him permission to explore as much as he wants. When his hand touches your crotch, you moan and shudder. Sexual pleasure for girls definitely feels different than what you are used to, and it’s definitely worth pursuing.

At this point, you’re guessing that Jean and Brad have never actually done the deed, but that’s just a guess. What you want to do is rip this guy’s pants off and start gobbling his knob, but perhaps you should let Brad drive for now.