BEST TO HAVE READ AT LEAST CLARE CH 1 FIRST
Clare slowly slid her hands down her sides, over her hips and back to her thighs to hold the denim skirt tight on both thighs. Then she arched her back a little more as she looked back over her shoulder at her own ass, pushed up like she was ready to be mounted. With a slight smile, looking through the blonde hair spilling over her eyes, she began to slowly raise her hands back up her thighs, looking around at the group one by one. All of the men in the semicircle around the chair were silent, save for a bit a jingling in pockets as a few unconsciously cued up for a game of two ball pool.
Clare's eyes swept the men crowded close, taking a glance at their crotches, noting the bulges, and turned the smile into the dazzle that clinched her as a world-class beauty. She had a strong looking physique, with the long smooth muscles of a swimmer. It made her legs seem a little longer and her breasts seem a little larger than on other women her height. As her knees sunk into the chair, her thighs were a little taught, giving them a more beautiful definition as they were revealed, more and more. When her panties were first exposed Brian noticed that she had changed these too, now she was wearing a pair of white bikini style, sheer except in the front panel where they barely covered her sex. In fact, Brian now noticed that right in the middle of the panel there was a growing thin line of moisture on the slightly indented area where the entrance to her cunt would be. He wasn't the only person to notice.
Peter Ham, the butterfly man, they called him on the swim team. Made all state his last two years in high school. Big, beefy for a swimmer, he had been on the wrestling team his freshman, sophomore, and junior years before settling in on the swim team,butterfly stroke and relay. Pete now moved into Clares' 'space' and ran his finger slowly up the back of her leg, along the beautiful thigh and stopped at the hem of her now raised skirt. He turned toward the group with a smile verging on a sneer. "Looks like we got ourselves a hot one here guys."
Clare immediately sat up, sliding her skirt down, and turned around. Some of the men groaned in disappointment. She too had a smile on her face, this time with a slight sneer in it. "Well, it seems as if we've got a real man here. There is usually one in every group in whatever social setting you find yourself in." She was talking to the rest of the men, ignoring Peter even though he had not moved other than to take his hand back. "Testosterone is like any other drug on the planet, some can handle it and some can't." She looked at Peter saying these last words.
"I'm sure you all know someone who can drink coffee all day and fall right asleep, whereas someone else will have a small cup in the morning and be up all night." She looked around as she was saying this and noticed nods of understanding coming from a couple of the men. She stood up, slightly bumping Peter as she did so. He took a step back. "Well there are some men who are like that with testosterone, only this hormone will make you aggressive, and violent." Looking at the rest of the men as she said that, she noticed that they had began to look at Peter. "Too often in the past these oddballs have been honored for their innn-ability to control themselves. She exaggerated the 'n' to bring out there was nothing vitreous about what she was saying. "A Mans man," "Just being boys," and "He really didn't mean to"! are all just excuses that are used to cover up this inability. I hope all you men here will enjoy life, what it has to offer, and not let a few oddballs make it worse for you." As she said this she looked each of them in the eye, a promise of rewards to come were dancing in hers. She then turned toward Peter and said, "So what is your name?"
Peter suddenly felt himself being stared at by all his buddies, not exactly in a friendly manner. He took a step back. "Peter" he stuck his chin out slightly towards her as he did, making Clare think of a scared little kid.
"Peter, do you think what I said is true?" Clare still smiled, now with just a bit of tease in it. "Have you known anyone like that?"
As Brian looked on, the expression of 'put your pud in the mud' came to mind. You could see the change in Peter, and feel the change in the group. There wasn't a man there that didn't want to 'enjoy life, and see what it would have to offer" tonight!
"Yeah, he knows one, it's him!" one of the other men said the last two words coming out between his teeth. He quickly stepped a little closer to Peter.
"Hey, hey now." Clare said stepping in front of him and putting her hand on his chest. She had to look up at this one, he was well over six feet tall. "What is your name?"
"Mike" he said almost reverently, looking in her eyes.
"Hi Mike," Clare blazed him with a wide smile. "Don't let your chemical reactions get away with you either." She gave him a little up and under look, raising her eyebrows as if to say, OK?
"Well, I've known Peter since third grade, and what you were just talking about has happened before," he said earnestly.
"I'm sure it has," Clare said with a dour look at Peter. "But I don't think Peter is going to let it get away from him this time, and maybe not in the future now that he knows what to look for." She gave him a small smile. "And maybe you, and all of you," she looked around at the whole group, "could help Pete out, and any other testosterone challenged acquaintances of yours. But tonight, don't we just want to have a little fun?"
A resounding "YES!" filled the room. Clare smiled again, and the men chuckled a bit as the tension seemed to leave.
"So! you," she said looking at Pete, "no hard-guy stuff, OK? just take it a little easier. Like Mick said, You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need. And you," she said turning to Mike and giving him a smile, "have got to be careful with your own testosterone getting out of hand. But your coming to defend me was sweet. And sweetness should always be rewarded, I think." Saying that, Clare took the couple of steps between her and Mike and stood on tiptoes, kissing him with a peck on the lips.
"Woooo!" the group howled. Clare had a slight color come into her cheeks.
Making her look so beautifully innocent
Brian thought, and then remembered earlier in the evening.
I know she's anything but.
Clare turned and getting back up on the chair asked, "Well, do you think I'm the right age for a great ass? We still haven't answered that question." As she said this she pulled her skirt right back to where it had been when Peter had stepped forward before. The wet spot had spread, but seemed to be drying a bit. "I sometimes think it's a bit too big," she pouted.
"Oh no, not at all!" numerous voices reassured her.
"But look how tight my panties get." she said innocently as she pulled them up into her crack and tight on her mound. The wet spot began to spread again. A lip of her cunt slipped out one side. She ran her hand along her hip and down her thigh as she looked at the men around her. When she got halfway down her thigh with her hand she began to run her finger up the inside until she reached her crotch and touched the lip that had come out of the gusset of her panties. "Oh!" she pretended surprise. "I think these panties may be too small." she tucked her lip back inside, and pulled the gusset over her cunt more fully.
A group groan went through the men.
"I guess I was right, huh guys? My butt is too big!"
"NO! NO! It's not!" came from the men around her.
"If anything, it's those panties that just have to go." Mike said deadpan, in a moment of quite. He was staring at Clare's legs and ass like a pilgrim at the birthplace of Christ.
