Kings

"Get over here you stoners. We're playing Kings," calls Rachel from the living room as she spots us walking out of the bathroom.

Aaron declines, deciding to go play some pong. Jenna, Doe and I take seats next to Rachel, making it 6 people in the circle: Will and Alice being the others. Doe decides to sit on my lap instead of on the carpet, her body in between my legs her back resting against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, nuzzling into her hair, as she giggles.

"High enough?" I whisper into her ear.

"Oh, yes. Very high," she giggles back. She shakes her head playfully, tossing her hair left and right across my face. In response, I wrestle her to the ground, pinning her underneath me, her face directly below mine, our lips inches from contact.

"No more," I scold, bringing my hand up to her exposed stomach, and beginning to tickle her. Doe gasps, and tries to wriggle out of my arms, laughing and gasping for air.

"Sto-p, hahaha, plee-ase," she manages to squeeze through her teeth as I continue to tickle her, her wriggling body unable to break free.

"You lovebirds," Will teases, making me blush slightly.

I give Doe a last finger wag on the stomach, as she squirms, and help her back up. Her chest heaves up and down as she gets her wind back, looking at me with playfully angry eyes. It only makes me want her more.

Just as I think she's going to turn her attention back to playing Kings, her hand shoots forward in a fist, landing a soft punch on my balls. Still, it hurts, and I curse, grabbing my balls in pain.

"**** is a bitch," Doe says, giggling.

"You. Are. Going. Down." I say, through gritted teeth, managing to reach my right hand out as if threatening to tickle her again.

Doe scoots away quickly, slapping my hand away, still giggling. She is obviously extremely high.