Yup!

“Hey, you said I’d get to keep my clothes!” I shout.

Not fair. That wasn’t the deal.

“Relax, Jen. I just need to try tickling some other spots. And I’m not going to remove your jeans. They’re still on you, see?” Josh says.

Always read the fine print. I sigh. Lawyered. Must get it from his parents. I guess I can’t really argue with him. It’s not like he can tickle me through my jeans. I think if I cut him some slack, maybe he’ll give me a break.

“Fine, but keep your hands away from my...” I blushed, trying to think of the best way to phrase this. “Erogenous zones. Tickling only. And stay away from those scissors!” I demand.

I like my clothes, damn it. No cutting!

He begins gliding his fingers down my legs. It feels nice. I hate to admit that I’m a little turned on by the situation, but still, I can’t wait for that fucking clock to get to zero. I’m so ready to go home. This night has not gone the way I thought it would at all.

I twitch. His fingers touch my leg on the underside of my knee cap. That felt different. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before. Is this what being tickled feels like? I look at him and hope he didn’t notice my brief involuntary movement, but he looks like a compulsive gambler that finally hit the jackpot.