Deny her

Grinning, I suddenly withdrew my foot. Chrissie's eyes shot open, and I saw that her pupils had dilated from pure lust. Instinctively, she tried to slip a hand down to her aching pussy, but I kicked it away. "Careful - you don't want to make it obvious, do you?" I smirked.

"You are the worst," Jasmine laughed, grabbing my shoulder.

Slowly, the hot flush began to recede from Chrissie's face. "I fucking hate you," she repeated, this time in a normal voice, if slightly out of breath.

I caressed her thigh with my foot. "Sure you do," I winked.

In a flash, she suddenly grabbed my foot and leaned in close. "You're gonna make it up to me later, if you want to stay in my house," she smiled.

"Happily," I replied.

Chrissie bit her lip seductively. "Good." Then, still holding my ankle, she started to gently tickle the sole of my foot, and I squirmed, suppressing a laugh. "Because otherwise ..." She tickled harder, and I began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Let go!" I giggled, trying to pull my leg out of her grip.

Very deliberately, she let go, making sure that I knew she had me.

"You two are kinda cute together," Jasmine said, sniggering.

We finished up our food, devolving into fits of laughter whenever we caught each others' eye. As we got up, I heard a wolf whistle from a couple tables away.

Turning to where it came from, I saw a group of boys erupt into hysterics, with many of them glancing at me. One of them, a short, stocky guy with close-cropped blond hair, was getting a few slaps on the back from his friends - obviously he was the one who had cracked the hilarious joke.