Maybe. Take off your top

You smile coyly at Sam. {if Frustrated = true}Damn him, he definitely knows which buttons to push.{else}You thought you were just playing along, but the boy's got skills...{endif}

You reach down to the hem of your top and begin to pull it over your head. Just as you have your arms up, though, with the top around your head and your belly and bra-clad breasts exposed, Sam is on you. He pushes you flat on your back and starts tickling your bare armpits. You are a mess of shock and laughter as you squirm beneath Sam, but you can't catch your breath for long enough to tell him to stop. {if Frustrated = true}Not that you particularly want to.{endif} You can't see him as you are still blinded by your half-removed top, but you think he's laughing too.

Before you even noticed him move, Sam has snaked his hands behind your back and unclasped your bra. He then resumes his tickle **** while at the same time pulling it upwards. The cool air tickles your nipples, but only for an instant. Sam practically pounces on them, kissing, licking and sucking all over, alternating between your breasts fast enough so neither one feels lonely.

His hands, meanwhile, are slowly tracing a line down your sides, a light touch sending shivers up your spine. When his fingers hook into your pants and begin to pull, {if Frustrated = true}a part of you thinks you should stop him. That part is burned away by the fire raging in your freshly bared loins.{else}you realize that you have a decision to make. If you let him take it this far, you doubt you'll be able to resist him later.{endif}