She wants to live vicariously through him

"That isn't the way this works." Karen grabbed Matt by the hand and dragged him out of the driveway and behind the dressing rooms for the main house pool--dressing rooms that were probably larger and more spacious than the apartment where they lived.

"Huh?" Not the most brilliant response but it was all he could come up with.

She sat on the ground and untied the knot holding the bandanas over her breasts leaving her breasts covered but only by gravity. If she stood, rolled over, did anything, they'd be exposed.

Matt's dick hardened. "Okay, I'll bite. What are you doing."

"I want the full story." She stroked between her legs. "I want every detail. Who kissed first. Whether there was tongue. What her boobs felt like when you squeezed them. Whether her pussy was dripping."

Speaking of pussies dripping, a wet spot formed on Karen's jeans as she continued gently stroking herself through the denim.

"We have a partnership," she continued. "I'm working on transforming you from the boy nerd into someone girls would actually want to spend time on. In exchange, you have to tell me about it."

"And?"

"And if you do, I'll continue helping you... in lots of ways."

"Show me your tits and drop the jeans and I'll tell you everything."

She grabbed a side of the bandana with each hand and inched them away from each other exposing the majority of her breasts but barely covering her nipples. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. "Go on."

"I... I need to... can I take my dick out?"

She flipped one of the bandanas completely off her breast. "As long as you keep talking."