Putting On a Show

I love my boys. I've never had a problem with anyone thinking about me when they masturbate because I do the same with a lot of unsuspecting people I know in real life and don't want to be a hypocrite. In fact, I've come to enjoy it so much that I like intentionally giving people something to think about.

My whole life almost all of my friends have been guys, and my parents barely paid any attention to me so I was free to do pretty much whatever I wanted with them. We would frequently have sleepovers, both at my house and theirs. One day in the summer of 2012 I had three friends, Jeff, Justin, and Logan over and it got late so they asked me and then their parents if they could spend the night. Justin was 14, the rest of us were 15 at the time. When it got to around 1:30 I was getting really tired so I went to my bathroom to change. I usually just wore panties since it's too hot to wear anything else to bed in the south, but since I had company I put on a crop top. I didn't think anything of it but for the next several minutes all of them were staring me up and down unable to focus on anything I was saying. It hadn't really clicked for me what I was sitting in front of these guys in my underwear and with a shirt that barely covered my boobs with nothing under it. I thought about what might be going through their minds and it made me very horny knowing how much I must have been turning them on. So I made it a little more fun. I sat criss-cross and really stretched my legs out hoping my panties would ride up and a few pubes would stick out. I glanced down and saw that it worked. I would have fucked any or all of them right there but they asked where they'd be sleeping. I told them we have enough beds and couches in the house, or if they want, there's a king bed in the guest room we could all fit in. They opted for the king bed. If I remember correctly, I laid between Jeff and Logan, and Justin laid at our feet. All night long I felt hands inching toward my crotch trying to subtly feel my pubes. I hoped they could feel how wet I was. When they left the next morning, I shoved three fingers up my pussy and finger-fucked myself until I was numb, imagining they were still there with me taking care of their business while staring between my legs.

About a month and a half later was Justin's birthday party. Jeff, Logan and I had planned to stay the night since our town had a curfew for anyone under 16. I was really eager to show them a little more so I packed a shorter crop top and booty shorts that you could see right through if you got close enough. Once again I changed when I got tired and sat criss-cross, but this time I tried to angle myself so that you could see up my shorts that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. The staring resumed. At one point I intentionally gave an over-exaggerated yawn where I stretched my hands up and it sure felt like my tits popped out of the crop top. The shorts were a light shade of pink so they could probably tell how wet I was getting. Alas, either they were all too chicken to make a move or too uncomfortable because other guys were around, but nothing ever happened with any of them aside from us thinking about each other in our alone time. But the next morning when I went home, I went straight to my room and though about what might have happened if one of them had made a move. Maybe I would spread my lips and show them how hard my clit was. Maybe one of them would want to feel or even eat me out. Maybe I would jack one or all of them off. Maybe we would steal Justin's dad's condoms and lose our virginities. Maybe we would shower together. Maybe one of them would have a fetish like feet or pee that I could indulge. I fingered myself for almost an hour and a half imagining what could have been, what they might have felt like inside of me. I honestly hope they were doing the same with me.