Linda makes a decision

Billy's cool demeanor was barely hiding his primal desires. He wasn't remotely interested in training and began caressing Stacy's arms, just to test the waters. He followed this with kneading his semi erect bulge, albeit slightly, on her tight butt cheeks.

Stacy turned her head and gave him a sideways glance...

...with a mischievous smirk.

Billy took a sigh of relief under his breath. He had taken a big gamble, that too in public. But it had paid off.

He was still processing his little victory when Stacy spoke.

"Billy...", she whispered, drawing out his name provocatively. Gone was her shy, timid self.

"Umm...care to explain a little more?". To make sure he understood her intention, she playfully pushed her rear, making sure to make contact with the familiar bulge.

Billy felt her toned ass grinding his shorts covered cock.

"Just do as I say...", Billy replied playfully, bending close to her neck. From his viewpoint, he could now see her tanned breasts. He wished to take in her scent emanating from the dark valley between those tits, which were covered in a sheen of sweat.

While they were busy with their shenanigans, Linda remained standing there, rather awkwardly, gawking at the two of them practically make out. She could even hear the words they were whispering to each other.

She had just tried intimidating the brat, but in vain. In fact, he had turned the tables on her by daring her to stop him.

That is, if she could.

This was embarrassing and infuriating at the same time. How could her best friend be manipulated by a kid? Or was this a side of Stacy she herself wasn't aware of?

Or worse...

...was she feeling jealous?

Linda swiftly threw the last thought out of her head. This was ridiculous, after all.

She came closer to the duo and coughed loudly to get their attention.

Billy's eyes met hers momentarily, then he chose to continue with his 'work', while Stacy ignored her completely. Linda couldn't help but stand with her mouth agape.

Billy's rude gesture had rubbed Linda the wrong way. She clenced her fist with rage, only to realise that she was still wearing her boxing gloves, which had gotten a bit loose.

Linda gaze flickered from her gloved fist to Billy's face, which was conveniently above Stacy's shoulder.

Her mind was racing with a whirlwind of thoughts even as her fist flew forward, mirroring the comical technique, which ironically, Billy had taught.

*BAM*