Chapter 1: Food Court Tease

John and I had known each other all our lives, living in the same neighborhood and even attending the same church. He asked me out for the first time a few weeks before I finished off my freshman year of high school and we started dating regularly. John fucked me on a regular basis and we spent most of the summer looking for any opportunity for sex, even to the point of doing it at a public beach not too long ago.

One evening John took me to the mall on the south side of town to see a movie. After grabbing a bite in the food court we still had plenty of time before the movie so John excused himself for a visit to the food court restrooms. I waited patiently at the table, getting a kick out of the looks from all the cute horny boys passing by. One thing I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of is being looked at that way. It makes me feel good inside knowing that even at just fifteen, I look sexy enough to catch their eye and it thrills me to imagine what dirty thoughts must be going through their adolescent minds.

The secret to successful of flirting is flaunting what you’ve got. The more they see - and thus the more they go nuts because they can’t have it, the better. At the same time you coolant show them EVERYTHING - that didn’t leave anything to their imagination. By keeping my legs crossed I was able to give them a better view of my ass which was straining against the skin-tight jeans I was wearing. It was so low cut that the crack of my ass was just barely visible, which also had the effect of sending the message that there was nothing between me and my jeans.

The tails of my pink blouse were tied up in front to convert it into a make-shift halter. It was completely unbuttoned so the knot was the only thing keeping it together and when I leaned forward it would pop open just enough to where someone might think they could peek down and see my growing boobs. Well, at least a few of the boys thought so since they would turn around and walk past me again, this time slower and a lot closer with their eyes down, pretending not to be looking but doing all they could to get a peek at some teenage boobs. Of course I acted the entire time as though I was totally oblivious, letting them think they were getting away with something naughty.

Actually I was hoping they would get a good look such that they would masturbate that night thinking about me. I love the thought of a boy hiding in the bathroom with the door locked, jerking his hard cock while he dreams of fucking me while his sister is yelling at him to hurry up and asking what’s taking so long. Finally he cums all over himself as he dreams of cumming in my open mouth just after I told him what a great cock he has and how badly I wanted him to fuck me. I was getting hornier by the minute as I sat there thinking about how much power a girl like me has over a boy to make him do such an act. It wasn’t the fact that they would be masturbating later that turned me on so much as they would be masturbating about ME. Having a guy look at me and get all hard and horny just from the sight of me, knowing nothing else about me but when he can assume from the way I look and dress, is one of the greatest compliments I can get. Yep, being a teenage girl is so cool!

My fantasies of hordes of young teenage boys masturbating about me was interrupted when I was startled by someone touching my shoulder from behind. John had finally returned and he had this excited look on his face. He sat down across from me and leaning forward, whispering to me in a conspiratorial tone, “Kelly, I just had a great idea. Let’s do it in the men’s room!”