Jess plays with herself while stating her intentions

Jess sways gently as she finishes tying the excess material of her dress behind her. She smiles impishly, looking at me looking at her, as I fight against myself to keep from staring at her chestnut brown thatch, which is furry but neatly trimmed at the top and sides.

Jess giggles. "Luke, its okay! I want you to look. Maybe meet my eyes now and then, but if you didn't stare I'd be disappointed."

She smiles as she brings two fingers down to spread her nether lips. Her pink centre is glistening as she strokes herself a few times, before she slowly backs against the bench.

Jess settles down on the bench, and spreads her legs wide to let me get a good view as she plays with herself. She moans softly.

"You start," she says.

"So, you're an exhibitionist?" I ask her.

Jess looks slightly surprised, but then smiles again. "Oh! Um. I guess this sort of behaviour is the sort of thing that happens in exhibitionist porn isn't it?" She thinks, while stroking herself. "Or it would be if we were out in public. So... I guess that's a fair question, but 'no'. I think... this sort of thing happens in 'oblivious' porn? That would be closer, but I'm not getting *off* on my family being here. I'm just taking advantage of the fact that they have no concept of sexuality." She nods decisively.

"Okay, but... you know what those conceprs are," I add.

"Yeah," Jess nods. "It took a long time to get a handle on that. The first time I heard about exhibitionism, I didn't understand what the big deal was with it. It was just people getting undressed. Like, 'why do people think this is exciting?' But I eventually realised that most people consider being less dressed than normal around other people to be a sex thing. But I don't get excited by that on it's own. If anything, I get a lot less anxious or excited by anything, than most people, because I have that disconnect. To me, it's just a thing that happens... I care more about how things feel and whether I'm having fun with people."

I think for a moment. "It almost sounds like you're ace," I say. "Except for the part where you're teasing me relentlessly, asking me to stare at your pussy, and openly masturbating." I look down at her fingers rubbing at her glistening sex.

Just giggles breathily. "Silly Luke! I get horny, and I like to fuck. I just don't connect things to sex automatically like you probably do. It's like learning a second language for me: I have to learn and practise what things mean."

"Okay..." I say, meeting her eyes. "So then, what is *this* about?" I ask her, looking back down at her fingers at her nest. I'm starting to feel restless.

"This is about the fact that I want to have sex with you, before too long. I want you to think of me as your fuck-buddy, first and foremost," she says, smiling. "I mean, I want to do other things with you too, but I want you to think of me as a friend with a shared interest in fucking. And it's about driving home for you how oblivious my family is."

Jess digs a couple of fingers into her sex. "It really won't matter just how lewd we are: so long as we don't many sudden moves or loud noises that they could misinterpret, we can do anything we want right in front of them." Jess gasped slightly, catching my eye. "Anything."

I lick my lips. "What do you want to do right now?"