"Jake, cute name" she says as she sits down next to you. You pull your baseball cap lower over your face to prevent a repeat of last time and lie back down, putting your hands behind your head.
"So I guess neither of us are off to class anytime soon?"
"Maybe later. I've been trying to meet other freshmen but I guess everyone else's already in classes."
"They don't know what they're missing out on"
"I'll say," Erin nods with a slight giggle. You think she's tittering at some private in joke for a second. Then shriek and roll over away from Erin as her nails skitter across your naked ribs. "Ooh, ticklish are we?"
Insanely. Which is ironic- for all your admiring the skimpy fashion sense round here and wondering if Erin was ticklish, your tanktop and shorts are just as exposing and your skin is just as ticklish as you dream anyone else's was.
"No, of course not," you giggle in a way that's fooling nobody.
"Suuurrreee..." Erin grins and wiggles a hand of manicured nails at you, making you giggle, "We'll see about that."
"Do you do that to everyone you meet?" you ask as she picks a long piece of grass.
"Just the hot ones," she replies. The unexpected response sets you blushing. Erin either doesn't notice or pretends not to and strokes the tip of the grass teasingly down her torso, causing her taunt belly to quiver at its touch. "The ones that are into it," she adds coyly.
A beautiful girl skipping class in the same year as you, for exactly the same reason and has a thing for tickling.
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