She picked up the lotion and spilled it onto her palm, then slowly began rubbing it onto her body. She oiled up her shoulders and chest, rolling her hand in slow circles over her breasts until they gleamed in the sunlight. She poured some on her legs and ran her hand up and down the long, lithe limb, then did the same to the other. She lay back and poured some on her belly, sighing as the coolish liquid pooled and then dribbled down over her belly button and into her pubic hair.

Her hand went to her crotch, catching the oil before it slid off. She started rubbing it over her belly, then down her hips and thighs. Her oiled hand glided across her soft warm skin, sliding down between her legs to rub easily across her pubic mound. He fingers felt the shallow indentation of her cleft as they passed over it. She straightened her index finger and pressed it between her pussy-lips, sawing it back and forth indifferently.

She thought about Tommy Jones and what she'd done on the bus. She knew, she absolutely, positively knew, that he would masturbate while thinking about her, that he would jerk-off as he fucked her senseless in his mind. She wondered if he'd do it in the shower after school or wait until he went to bed tonight. Maybe he was jerking-off even now, thinking about her beneath him, legs spread, breasts swollen…

The idea excited her. She was used to boys and men lusting after her by now, but the way she could turn them on without even trying still filled her with a kind of egotistical pride. She knew from living with her four brothers the way boys thought and acted.

Probably every boy in her class at school had jacked-off while fantasizing about fucking her. Why, she'd been fucked silly by dozens of boys who had never even touched her. It had been done in their minds, where she was helpless and cock-hungry. She wondered sometimes, about what they did to her while fantasizing.