The Girl's A Straight-Up Hustler (Jardougall)

4- Shopping at Kohl's

Out of all the places Jenna could have picked to go to, she picked Kohl's. I didn't have a problem with it, it just didn't seem like her kind of store. But she was immediately grabbing shorts and shirts to try on, so I offered to hold them.

"I'll just get a cart," she said.

"No, I'll hold them," I insisted.

She gave me a cute confused look. "You don't want to shop for stuff for you?"

I shook my head. "I'll hold your stuff. You keep looking."

Jenna turned around to search for more potential clothes as I adjusted her picks in my arms. We continued through shorts until she looked at me again.

"Not even, like, shorts or something?" she asked. "With an ass like that, you have to show it off. Be proud of what your momma gave you."

My face reddened, making Jenna giggle. She began digging through more shorts.

"What's your size?" she asked. I shook my head and she sighed. "What's your size?" she repeated. "I want you to at least try something on."

I bit my lip and told her, watching her rifle through and pull out a pair of black booty shorts. I used to wear short shorts all the time, but now I wasn't comfortable enough.

"You'd look pretty sexy in these," she said.

"I...my legs are fat," I mumbled.

"Shut up."

"What?"

Jenna grabbed the pile of clothes in my arms, threw them to the floor, and turned me around. I could feel her eyes look over my body, so I bit my lip. She grabbed my hips and turned me back around.

"You're fucking perfect," she said. "Shut up."

Then she grabbed the clothes and started to walk away. I stood there, speechless. Did she just check me out? I mean, I didn't have a problem with it. It just didn't seem to me that Jenna was interested in me in any way. Especially my body.

"Come on," Jenna called from the other side. "You have to tell me if these clothes work for me."

Watching Jenna change? Not an opportunity I'd like to pass up. I hurried to follow her into the dressing room. Once we were in one, she closed it and locked it. She hung up the clothes on one of the hangers. I took to looking around the small room, and when I turned back to Jenna, she was pulling off her jeans. I bit my lip. Why did she have to be so fucking attractive?

She began to slide on one of the pairs of tight jean shorts that came just above her knee. I seated myself on the bench and watched. She buttoned them and turned with her back to me, looking at herself in the mirror.

"What do you think of these?" she asked.

Can we take a moment to appreciate that ass, though?

"I think they're cute," I said. And they accent your butt really well.

She smiled and looked at me. "Is it the kind of cute that says 'Single and ready to mingle'? Since Courtney and I are off right now, I think it'd be fun to go to the bar, meet a nice girl--or multiple would be even more fun--and just have fun."

I nodded. I'd much rather have her trying to impress me than some other girl. Why was she so fucking hot? Honest to god, those legs in those shorts. Her arms were like solid blocks of "pin you to the bed" material. Her entire body was like sex on gorgeous, muscular legs.

The shorts were pulled off and switched out for another pair. Once again, her body looked great in everything (probably better without something covering, but hey) so I just nodded again.