Feel her body as you walk her to the food court.

Not missing a beat, you wrap your arm around her waist and walk her down the corridor towards the food court. “Thanks,” she says softly as you walk beside her. You can feel her body through her baggy sweater. You lower your hand from her waist to her hip as she lumbers forward. Her curves feel amazing in your hand. She puts her head on your shoulder. “I really appreciate your help,” she says.

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

As you approach a table at the food court, you slide your hand down a bit more. Your fingers are still on the side of her hip, but your palm shifts to her ass. It feels soft but plump in your hand. You move your hand away quickly like it was an accident. You put your hands under her armpits to help her to her seat. Your fingertips graze the sides of her bra through her layers of clothing. Once she’s seated, you sit down across from 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 accidentally brush your leg against hers, and the softness of her legs send electric bolts of excitement through your body. This girl is an absolute dime. You want to feel more of her.