Are the boys succeeding in their "mission"?
They succeed slightly
Drew had to notice that he had gained more space and pulled a little harder. I felt my dress slowly slide up and the wooden seat of my chair rubbing against my buttocks. From the way he kept pulling, I could tell he hadn't yet gotten what he was hoping for. Meanwhile, the boys on the side kept stroking my thighs, probably trying to get my thighs apart so Drew could get more room. The boy in front of me, and the only one who had said anything up to that point, began to join in and caress my feet or rather tickle them more. Now I can't stand tickling so I was a little worried about what was going to happen. This seemed to rub off on Drew because he stopped pulling my dress up. "Let's make a game of it, do you like that Amira?" said the boy at my feet. "No!" said I firmly, "just leave me alone!" "But we're really not going to hurt you, you know. We just want to tease a senior student a little." And with that he tickled a little harder. "I won't stop until you join our little game." he laughed.
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