Hey there! If this is still up, the prompt is still open. I'd like this to be longer term, and on Discord, but a skilled and descriptive writer might convince me to try a different way of communication.
Here's the pitch: I'm looking for a confident, charismatic woman who feels most in her element when she's the center of attention, interested in the role of a woman in her mid-20s to early-30s who has recently found herself joining a friend group composed of 18 year olds spending their last summer together before college. To be clear, I am looking for the group dynamic to be flirtatious and sexually charged, but with the possibility of actual sex being far, far down the line. What interests me is the obvious pining and desire that 'your boys' have for you, and the relish with which you accept and even subtly encourage it. That is the massive turn on for me, and I'm hoping to find someone like-minded.
Below is a sample introduction to get a feel of my writing style and a possible premise for how you joined this group, but I am open to narrative suggestions. I tried to avoid giving you direct dialogue so you feel you don't need to conform to a pre-established voice, and any physical descriptions of you given below are obviously open to revision by you.
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Considering how dramatically he has shifted the course of your summer, it's pretty funny to think just how badly you and Ben got off on the wrong foot. Like most teenagers, Ben was rather self-involved; he wouldn't be able to tell anyone how long ago you moved into the house next door to his family's, or where you came from before. But in the early days of the post-graduation blues, when he was spending a lot of time just lazing around the house, he did learn two things pretty quickly: namely, that you liked to work out in your garden in the early part of the day, and that despite the fence built around that garden, he could still look down at you from the second-floor bathroom. And, god damn, he loved seeing you from that vantage point.
One day, less than a week after that discovery, he was watching you work in a pair of shorts, a sports bra, and a thin button-down that you wore like an open jacket. At one point, after you interlocked your fingers above your head and stretched, he couldn't help himself anymore; thinking that he was safe from your line of sight, he pulled himself out of his boxers and started beating it to the sight of you. That you disappeared shortly thereafter was not in that moment a cause for alarm or even suspicion, just of disappointment as he had to substitute the actual view of your tits and stomach with the memory already engraved into his mind. It wasn't until the next day that he realized his error.
As he was walking out of his house to meet his friends, you were sitting on your front porch, and called him over by name. The awkward and lanky youth came over, unsuspecting but curious expression in his dark brown eyes as he moved his hand through that black mop of a head. His pale face turned a rosy tint of pink as you asked him if he enjoyed the view, and as he stammered and stumbled over his words you simply put a finger to his mouth, leaned in very closely to his ears, and informed him that if he ever perved on you again, his parents would be the first to find out. When he nodded upon being asked if he understood you, you called him a good boy and told him to get the fuck out of your sight, which he very promptly did.
It was probably guilt over that incident that fueled his decision a week later. At that point, he was driving along with his friends Zach and Chris, on their way to a matinee for some 80's action film Chris's dad had recommended. The rain, forecast for much later that day, had hit early, and Zach stopped talking to Ben mid-sentence upon seeing you in your soaked-through tank top, hiding under a store awning as you waited for downpour that ruined your jogging run to let up. "Wow, she's hot," Zach said, and when Ben looked over and saw it was you he stopped the car immediately. "Ohgodwhatthefuckareyoudoing?" hissed Zach in a low voice, a question Ben completely ignored as he rolled down his window.
"Uh, hey!" he called out. "Do you need a ride home?" And that is how you ended up in the backseat of Ben's car, Chris unable to tear his eyes away from you in awe as you sat there, normally curly hair a wet mess and shivering in your clothes. Neither Chris nor Zach were helping to keep the awkward conversation going, but in Ben's attempts to keep the yet more uncomfortable silence at bay you learned that they were now running late for, and would probably miss, the movie they were on their way to. And perhaps you were touched by this, because without thinking you then offered to host a movie night later that day as a thank you for the ride.
All you could think afterwards was what were you thinking? The last thing you needed was a trio of teenagers in your house. But, all things considered, it was actually... kind of fun? You made some popcorn, they brought pizza and beer, and it wasn't actually that bad. Yes, at any given point at least one pair of eyes was surveying your body instead of the television screen, but that wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of nice. And the conversation was flowing more easily, the banter not half bad, and when the hero used a shotgun to reduce the main villain's head to hamburger meat ("Fun fact my dad told me," said Chris with a bit of pride, "Did you know they literally used hamburger meat for the special effects in that shot?"), all four of you were cheering. It went so well, in fact, that you found yourself inviting them over for another movie night the following Friday.
In the three weeks since that first movie night, you've just sort of become friends with them. There is no longer a day goes by where you're not seeing at least one of them; Ben is your immediate neighbor, of course, and sometimes he'll drop by for coffee with you in the morning; Chris works at an ice cream parlor, and if he thought he could drop that fact without you taking advantage to get as many free desserts as possible, he was sadly mistaken; and Zach, the only one among the three who can confidently pass for being 21, is often hanging out at the same bars that you go to-it's fun to tease him about ratting him out to the bar tender. And you talk to them all every day through the group chat you guys made after the second movie night was just as good as the first. It was originally made to plan future movie nights, but since that mostly spreads through word of mouth now, it's mostly just trading jokes, discussing your days, and sharing the now-daily selfie (it was originally something that everyone was supposed to do, but yours were the only ones that sparked any interest anyway); sometimes a 'good morning' shot from bed, other times you working in the garden, even the occasional 'does this outfit look good on me?' which always brings smiley and thumbs up emojis (and the occasional eggplant, when Zach is feeling especially daring).
This was.... not at all what you were expecting from your summer. But now that it's happening, you wouldn't wish for anything else.
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Okay! If you liked this prompt, I would really like to meet you! In your response, if you could please include your first name, a 3-4 sentence description of the selfie you took for 'your boys' today, and answering each of the following statements with True/False.
Since you've become friends, you have half-jokingly insinuated that Ben could go back to looking at you while you're in the garden, provided he tap on the glass of the window first so that you know he's looking.
When you're at the ice cream parlor, you may exaggerate the sounds of delight you make at tasting your free desserts, just to put on a little show for Chris.
Zach is the friend with which you are most adversarial, mostly as a joke, but his shameless horniness can get under your skin and sometimes you bruise his ego a bit with your joking to put him back in his place.
You are a very physically affectionate person; chances are, if any of your friends have spent one-on-one time with you, they have had the privilege of making out with you, and your favorite guy out of the bunch may have even been able to get to second base so long as he doesn't share that fact with the other two.