The hot weather made me so horny that I served drinks to my friends while naked…

I walked toward them, naked, my body shimmering beneath the sun with a mixture of sweat and excitement, watching their faces cycle through the most delicious mixture of confusion and lust I'd ever seen.

"Sarah..." Mark finally managed as I set the three glasses of lemonade down on the table, standing back so they could admire my large breasts, my hard nipples, the definition of my hip bones. He gestured vaguely with his hand, a helpless little wave that encompassed my entire naked body. "You're...you're naked."

I looked down at myself like I was checking the weather, then back up at him, tilting my head.

"Yeah? So?" I said, a little dismissively, walked forward, the grass cool and slightly damp under my bare feet. "It's way too hot for clothes, don’t you think?”

I straightened up, stretching my arms above my head, feeling my breasts lift and settle, watching their eyes follow the movement of my nipples. The sun was kissing my skin everywhere now, and with no fabric to trap the heat, I felt gloriously, deliriously free.

"Besides," I said, turning slightly to pick up my own glass, giving them a profile view of my waist, the way it dipped before flaring into my hips, "I've been going to the gym like…three times a day for *months*. Seriously. It suuuuuuuucks. Don’t you think I should show it off a little?”

“I mean…” Dave looked at Mark, but Mark seemed unable to take his eyes off my pussy. I fought the urge to cover myself up, the exhibitionism of it all making my nipples harden despite the heat. I looked down at myself and watched it happen in real time, which only made me hornier.

I took a sip of lemonade, then set the glass down, placing my hands on my hips. "Well?"

"Yeah! I mean, fuck, Sarah. You look amazing…" he shifted a little in his seat. “I guess we just didn’t think…”

His voice trailed off and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Which made sense, because I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

But I wasn’t in control anymore. Not really.

“Mark…?” I said softly, his eyes still glazed. “Are you enjoying the view? Would you like to see more?” I turned slowly, presenting my ass to them, looking over my shoulder. "Guys, be honest. I've been doing squats every morning. Is it working?"

I bent slightly at the waist, pushing my ass out toward them, so close they could reach out and smooth their hands across my cheeks if they dared, spreading me between them. I could hear a bee somewhere nearby, the distant hum of a lawnmower, and underneath that, the shallow sound of Mark's breathing.

"Your...your ass is..." Mark started, then stopped.

I looked back at him, eyebrows raised, playing innocent while inside I was screaming, dying, melting, the excitement of being observed and appraised by my male friends making me want to pin them down and ride their faces. "My ass is what?"

"It's...really round," Dave finished for him, and I laughed, a genuine sound that made my breasts shake slightly, which made them both look down again, which made me even wetter.

“You guys are so funny,” I teased, stepping even closer to Mark, close enough that he had to tilt his head up to look at my face, close enough that he could probably smell my sunscreen and my sweat. “Look how flustered you both are just because of the sight of some boobies.”

I squeezed them softly for them, starting close to my chest and smoothing them outward, shivering when I got my nipples.

The boys were usually so articulate, always ready with a sarcastic comment or a movie quote, and now they were reduced to monosyllables, gawking at my tits, my pussy, my ass.

It felt fucking incredible to see them like that because of my body.

“Whatever,” I said, walking back to my blanket and lowering myself down onto it, stretching out my legs and leading back on my elbows. "We still have like two hours before everyone shows up for the gaming session later if either of you wants to join me? To be honest you could both use a tan…"

Neither of them answered, so I lay back fully, using my forearms to push my breasts together. I closed my eyes, imagining them looking at each other, sharing a glance of confusion or desire or excitement. A few moments later, Mark laughed, a nervous, jittery sound.

"You’re not being serious, right? You actually want us to come and lie with you when you’re like…that…"

“Of course I’m serious,” I said, my eyes still closed. “I’m naked, arn’t I? You guys should get naked too.”

My heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was saying to them.

“It's just us,” I continued, letting my legs part slightly. “Just friends. Getting comfortable. Getting some sun. It’s no big deal."

I opened my eyes and watched them exchange another glance, that silent male communication that I'd never been able to decode. Mark's jaw was working. Dave kept adjusting his glasses even though they hadn't slipped.

"Come on," I said, patting the blanket on either side of me. "There's plenty of room. The breeze feels incredible."

I arched my back, pushing my pussy out toward them, and waited.