The walk to the edge of town where the Snack Shack stood was both invigorating and relaxing, an odd mix where I felt comfortable and excited at the same time. We talked about the past year, and I gently probed about her experiences in college, hoping to hear of any sexual adventures she had experienced. Jenny easily dodged my questions, replying with either a sly grin or a shrug of her smooth, bare shoulders.
I kept letting her get ahead of me slightly, watching her lusciously firm cheeks whenever I could. She would glance back, giggle, and slow down until I was next to her once more.
"You're so silly sometimes," she chided teasingly. "Didn't you get a good look earlier?"
I chuckled and shrugged.
"I like looking at your bum," I admitted. "It's a beautiful bum."
She laughed and tossed her hair, then took me by the hand as we approached the burger/ice cream stand.
A small crowd was there, either enjoying their food or waiting for it, including a small group of girls from school. They stopped munching on their fries and sipping their sodas when we arrived, looking over and whispering to each other. I gave them a smile to acknowledge them, getting curious looks in response.
When we got to the order window, Jenny put her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. I looked down at the top of her head, the display of affection unusual, and asked what she wanted. She tilted her face up to mine.
"Hmm, I think a large soft cone, with a twirl on top!" she announced with a smile.
"One of those, please, and a chocolate shake," I ordered, putting my money on the counter. "Keep the change."
The girl behind the window took the cash, then smiled and disappeared, and while I watched her make the shake, Jenny moved her hand down and cupped my ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Showing those girls how nice your butt is," she giggled.
The window opened, and we were handed the cone and the shake, saying "Thank you" and heading for one of the open picnic tables. Jenny sat across from me and leaned forward with her elbows on the table, giving me a clear view of her cleavage as she cupped the cone with both hands.
"They keep looking at us," she commented, giving the swirl on her cone a lick. "You have their attention."
I couldn't see them, as they were seated behind us, but took her word for it. I tried to suck on the straw, finding it hard to get any shake out, and Jenny giggled at my collapsed cheeks.
"You look so serious," she chuckled.
"Man, this is so thick."
"Hmm, you like a little thick, don't you?" she mused, lifting her eyebrows up and down.
I felt a slight blush, and then giggled myself. "Yeah, guess I do."
Her tongue snaked out and she took a long, slow lick of the ice cream, keeping her eyes on mine. My cock hardened in response, and I watched intently while she licked, her tongue swirling around the top and running along the sides. She pushed her arms together, squeezing her tits and making them bulge out the top of her shirt. I slowly drew the milkshake up the straw as she continued her oral teasing, pausing when a few drips of the white cream fell onto her chest.
"Oops," she giggled, scooping up the dribbles with her finger and putting it in her mouth.
My boner was raging, and she scooped up another dollop from between her glorious globes with her finger. This time, she reached across the table and placed it at my lips.
"Have a taste," she giggled. "Open up."
I dropped the straw and parted my lips, allowing her to put her finger in my mouth, and gently sucked on it as she giggled. She took her hand away and leaned back, moving her foot to my knee and pushing it up to my crotch, her now sandal-less toes brushing my balls.
"How's that shake?" she asked, a sly grin on her face.
"Uh, it's good," I stammered.
A figure appeared next to her, a guy that I knew had been in her grade in school.
"Hey, Jenny! You back home?" he asked, giving me a quick glance.
"Oh, hi Dylan. Yeah, just for the summer."