Playtime at the Park

As soon as Loraine had agreed to run through the fountain, Marc had discretely sent out a mass text to everyone he knew to come to the park. A few of his friends he had texted individually with further instructions. Loraine didn't notice as he signaled to one of those friends now.

A teenager on a skateboard whizzed by Loraine, grabbing the shirt from her hands.

"Hey!" Loraine shouted. She tried to hold on, but the skater easily wrested it from her damp hands, nearly pulling her over in the process. Marc quickly grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling.

"Don't worry about it, it was an old shirt anyways," Marc said. "Hey, you're still cold." He turned her around and hugged her close. Loraine wanted to pull away, but Marc's warm embrace felt like heaven to her shivering body. She let out a soft sigh as his warm hands rubbed her bare back.

"Th-thanks for warming me up," Loraine whispered. "But you better not try anything else," she warned, recalling how he had groped and fingered her on the bus.

Loraine's small soft breasts felt so amazing pressed against his bare chest, he would have been willing to call off the next part of the plan. But there was no stopping it now. The skater snuck up behind Loraine and pushed her hard in the back.

"Eeep!" Loraine shouted. They stumbled and fell, and she suddenly found herself on the grass, naked and straddling Marc, with her hands beside his head, and face inches from his. They were surrounded by a dozen people, all with their phones out.