Carry her to a bench.

Not missing a beat, you pick her up and walk her down the corridor. “Oooh!” she blurts as you hoist her up. You put one arm under her back, and the other hand holds her by her thighs. Her soft, plump thighs feel amazing on your fingertips. She wraps her arms around your neck. “Thank you,” she says as she swoons.

“No problem,” you say with a smile. “I’m happy to help!”

You put her down gently on the bench and sit next to her.

“I’m Chris by the way.”

“I’m Tina,” she says as she leans back.

“I have a feeling you don’t go to my school,” you say with a sly smile.

“Did the uniform give it away?” She says with a laugh.

“A little bit!”

“I got to Holy Cross, the all-girls school a few blocks from here.”

“Nice, I go to PHS,” you reply.

“Oh cool, I have a friend who is graduating from there this year.”

“Well, now you have two,” you say with a cheesy wink. It works. She laughs and runs her hand through her hair.

You chat for a bit as she recovers from her fall. You learn that she just turned 18 last month, and that she lives with her mom and her step-dad in a house near your neighborhood. As you’re talking you catch yourself staring at her long, smooth legs. This girl is an absolute dime.