"Let's get on the American Eagle."

"Let's get on the American Eagle. I heard the lines aren't that bad there." You say to her.

Alison smiles. "We'll go there then."

After a while of wandering around, you finally find the line for the American Eagle. Surprisingly, you find that there is quite a long line.

"Well, there'll be lines everywhere. Let's just wait it out." Alison says.

You agree with her.

As you two stand in line, you get behind her and start to play with her hair. She turns around and looks at you.

"What exactly are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm bored." You shrug.

Then you get an idea. You pull her closer by her hair and hug her to your chest. She laughs into your chest and seems to rub her hand on your abs lightly, and you notice she's breathing heavier.

"So slick. So your plan was to take me here, then suffocate me, right?" Alison muffles into your chest.

"Yep, and then I'll get to french you with no objection." You say back.

"Hey, I'm down for whatever!" She responds, laughing.

You and Alison talk more, you can't help but stare at the large amount of cleavage her shirt is allowing and the fact that she keeps brushing her ass against your leg isn't helping the semi that you've got.

"My legs are tired!" Alison whines.

You laugh. "We haven't even been waiting for 30 minutes.

As you move up in the line, you sit on one of the rails that encloses the line. You notice no one is really paying close attention to you, and you get an idea.