"I'd like to help you out"

"I saw you tormenting the poor dweeb in the mirror, not to mention checking out my ass," she breathes hotly, bent over at the waist, her cheeks oozing out of their small denim shells.

Her ass was pointed in the ice cream scooper's direction, and it was not lost on him. He puttered about the counter, sneaking glances.

"I'd like to help you torment the little jerk-off," she continues, her hand palming your  boob through the sundress, flicking the nipple with her thumb.

You slide over to the opposite seat, allowing her to take yours.

"Why don't we share this banana split?" she asks rhetorically, pulling it and a pair of spoons from the bag. She opens the container. The two bananas are pulled  high with ice cream, whipped cream, hot fudge and pineapple sauce. And, of course, the requisite cherry.

You prepare to dig in to the melting confection, but she feeds you her spoonful.

"Unlike you, I was an ugly duckling when I was younger. Tall and gawky. Never had a chance to tease the guys at the mall. I've worked hard these last years to get this body, so I might as well have some fun," she continued as she fed you like a doting mother.

You offer her a spoonful, and soon are feeding each other, arms intertwined. You see her free arm go behind your neck.