Welch and run off

You shrug. "Nah." And with a grin, you take off sprinting down the path, swerving into the open field full of football-playing college kids, laughing.

You glance over your should to find him inches behind you, his hands closing on your waist, quickly hooking his thumbs into your shorts as he falls to the ground, your shorts falling with him. You stumble, but keep the run, laughing as you glance back to see him grinning from the grass, holding your shorts up in victory.

You look back forward only to slam into one of the college kids, knocking him to the ground as you fall on top of him.

"Sorry!" You giggle, pushing yourself up, his eyes going wide as he sees everything below the bottom of your short top.

"Anytime, cutie!" He laughs, dragging himself up and stepping up to you, helping himself to a handful of your bare ass. "You hear to cheer for the team?" He pulls you toward him, easily stripping your shirt off.

"Uh..." You swallow a little nervous as seven more guys pull up around your now-naked body.