Don't sexualize nudity

"Okay, now, let's start with practicing lesson one..." She licks her lips and looks cautious out the windows, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her shorts. In one smooth motion, she lifts her butt from the seat and slips the shorts off, pressing bare skin back down and setting her bottoms on top of her undershirt (and your ever-throbbing erection). "There we go."

She smiles over at you. The way she's sitting, one leg crossed up under the other, it's like that thin pink strip of flesh is staring right at you. And you thought it was going to be hard not to stare at those tits in just that tank top! Even though she is one of your best friends, you can't stop picturing your cock splitting those smooth little lips apart. Of course, realizing there don't seem to be any panties on your lap (and she certainly isn't wearing any now) just makes it all the more unbearable.

The car behind you honks and Mel snorts a laugh.

"You fucking letch!" She mocks, laughing as she adjusts in the seat, rolling her legs ever so slightly further apart until you both hear the slight but distinctly audible wet sound of her labia parting.

"Lesson two," Mel starts as you try to process what exactly is going on right now. You were going to think thoughts, you want to think thoughts, but your cock keeps screaming something about all these shorts being between it and that obviously wet slit now open for business and staring right at you. "Don't sexualize nudity." She says in a tone simply exuding a sense of calm collection, deliberation, and I'm-totally-not-spreading-my-pussy-for-you-right-now. "And maybe the girls around you might spend more time nude."

"But your pussy is staring me in the face..." You still struggle to think thoughts, and all that comes out seems to be whatever your cock is screaming at you.

"God, you're so fucking lame," She frowns. "I mean, yes, obviously, but maybe if I didn't think you wanted to stuff it full of cock it might be more interested in staring you in the face more often." Her undershirt and shorts are in your lap, and she isn't even wearing panties. If you can just stop picturing your cock plowing in and out of her for two seconds, maybe that tank top might join them...

"Um, so... I see you shave?" You stammer out the least sexual talking point you can manage.

"I do!" She perks up, sliding fingers down the skin to either side of her slit. "It's a pain to do it right, but I think it feels so nice."

"It looks very well-kept." That is probably the most non-sexual comment you could possibly make about your hot female friend's totally bared pussy as she runs her fingers along it and you try desperately to focus on the road. Trying and failing, but still trying.

You don't think you'll ever get the image of your best friend's pussy out of your mind. You almost hope you never will. The wet split of pink surrounded by smooth, taught, tan skin... The way her mound bulges up very slightly from the floor of her pelvis to between her legs... The way the tendons bridge from her crotch to the strong muscles in her thigh...

"See?" She says with a smile. "We're having a totally casual conversation about my cooch, and you're not acting like a fucking creep about it. I like that you're thinking about me, I like that I've got you distracted. And don't think I don't I know what you're really thinking. But it's good to be able to think that about me without treating me like I'm a piece of meat."

You pull up to her house, blinking, trying not to break rule one. She swipes the shorts from your lap, deftly slipping them on and covering up the most incredible little pussy you've ever had a chance to see before she hops out of the car, undershirt in hand. She leans in, glancing down and quickly zipping up her shorts with an "Oops!"

"So, I'm sure I gave you plenty to keep in mind and mull over until we meet up for lesson three..." She smirks.

"Definitely..." You aren't sure how you'll be able to make it home before whipping it out and 'mulling over' it all... "Um, what's lesson three?"