Oh Hell No!

You had a plan.

It made the Faith in you very, very happy.

You had ditched the jeans and flannel shirt in favor of yoga pants and a tank top, still without a bra. You found that every single pair of Gwen’s panties left a panty line in the yoga pants, so you were going commando. That, in and of itself, made you horny. The itch in your pussy had temporarily gone away when Alex ate you to that second orgasm and then you had sixty-nined him until you both came again.

But as the two of you discussed the cover story, and as you dressed in a way that you knew would get all of your friends’ attention, it came back, with a vengeance.

There had been an issue with swimming suits. Gwen didn’t have any that could handle your tits. You thought about going to buy a bikini, but decided that your real plan didn’t really need a swimsuit anyway.

Jackson was the first to arrive, only a couple of hours later because he brought the beer and it needed to get put in the fridge to get cold.

You were already horny as hell, so your nipples were standing out, very visible against the tank top when you answered the door.

“Oh … ummm … I’m looking for John.” He said when he saw you. You can see that he tried, and failed, to keep from staring at your breasts pressed out against the white cotton fabric of the tank. You reveled in the power you had over your friends with your incredible new body.

“John actually had to leave town this weekend,” you said to him. “But he asked me to make sure the barbecue still happened.”

“Oh … okay … ummm,” he was practically squirming on the porch. You’d done that on purpose.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you finally said, “where are my manners? I’m Faith. I’m John’s cousin. I stopped by to visit on my way home from school, and then John had to leave and now I’m here all alone.”

Alex had gone to get something you’d need to implement your plan successfully, a large box of condoms, so you really were all alone. You put quite a bit of emphasis on the word ‘alone’. It was all you could do to keep yourself from devouring the cute little morsel on the porch.

You stopped for a minute.

You took a breath. Faith’s desires had bubbled a little too close to the surface there. It was Jackson, your friend. The one you went mountain biking with. He was not a cute little morsel.

Yes, he was.

Stop it!

The itch deep inside your pussy disagreed. It wanted you to do anything but stop it. It wanted you to see what kind of cock Jackson was hiding in those shorts of his.

“So …” Jackson said, interrupting your inner turmoil, “can I park my car in the garage so no one sees me bring in the beer?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said. “Sorry.”

You opened the garage door and showed him the spot you’d cleared out in the garage fridge for the beer.

You tried to keep from looking at his ass as he was leaning into the fridge to stash the beer, but the itch inside your pussy was starting to control you again. You’d never thought about Jackson that way before, of course, but he had a pretty hot body. At least, that was what your pussy was telling you. You could feel it practically dripping into your yoga pants.

God, you needed Alex to come back soon with those condoms!

“So you’re all alone in the house for the whole weekend?” Jackson asked when he came back into the house after getting the beer in the fridge.

“Yeah,” you said. “It feels kind of weird. I was expecting at least John to be here when I came through town.”

“And you really plan to hang out with seven guys you’ve never met before for a swimming and drinking party?”

“Sure,” you answered him.

“Dressed like that?” He asked.

“You don’t like the way I’m dressed!”

“Oh, I do like the way you’re dressed,” he said. “In fact, I love the way you’re dressed. But it tempts me to … umm … not look you in the eyes when I’m talking to you.”

“Why do you think I’m wearing it, silly?”

The yearning deep inside your pussy was starting to really distract you. You were having a really hard time thinking about Jackson as just one of you guy friends. Damn how you longed to see his cock! You tried to keep yourself from thinking about your friend’s cock, but the burning you felt between your legs demanded otherwise.

“So you’re saying you want me to look at your breasts?” He asked, clearly stunned at your response.

“Of course. You think I somehow wouldn’t know what this is going to do to an 18 year old boy?”

“So you’re a tease then?” He said. You could see the idea that you had done it on purpose actually bothered him some.

“I’m anything but a tease, Jackson.” You said.

“Then show them to me, instead of teasing me with them,” he said.