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His finger was still in my mouth, and he was looking into my eyes. I couldn't admit it was nice. It just seemed a bit weird. He put him other arm around the back of my chair, and startled to smoothly run his fingers up my side. It felt good, but i thought he was just haveing a laugh. I looked down to his hand, and his finger in my mouth, i went severly cross-eyed and felt a bit dizzy... He laughed, and i heard his chuckes. 'oh you silly girl' he laughed as he pulled his finger from my mouth, and pulled me towards him. I was on the edge of my chair. He was holding me with one hand, and still running his fingers up one side of me.

My head was resting on his chest. He felt so warm, all i wanted to do was have a sleep. I closed my eyes for a moment, and i realised his hand tickeling my side had suddenly began under my shirt. I jumped with shock. I coughed and spluttered to get words out. But it didn't seem that wrong, all he had done was touch my side... right?

'what's wrong?' said zac, as he held my wrist, and pulled my back down to the chair. I was nervous, i couldn't say anything to him, he just sat there, looking so innocent, i couldn't break his heart. 'Nothing', i said, 'Just a bit ticklish, thats all' i protested. I slowly sat back down next to him on the scratty old chair.

He took a great interest in this fact, that i was tickleish... and i actually was severely tickleish. He grinned, and his strong green eyes stared at me. I felt my face get warm, and starting to glow. I knew i'd blushed. 

Zac grinned, and lept towards me, i jumped, falling from my chair. I was lying on my back, crying as zac was tickling me. I was laughing and squealing. 'shhhh!' he said, as he put is hand over my mouth. He was kneeling by my side. As i lay with my knees bent on my back, i looked to the ceiling. He joined me, lying by my side. There was nothing to see, just white emptyness. He sat up, and pulled me up too. we sat on the floor, with our backs to the wall.

'Promise me you'll never do that again!' i jokingly begged. He smiled, looked down at me and said, 'well maybe'. He nudged me, and we sat, pressed up against each other. A few minutes past. Suddenly i  turned round and licked the side of his face. His cheek was wet. He faced me, and held his mouth open, trying not to laugh. He said he wouldn't wipe it off on his hand, so instead he wiped the side of his face across my shirt, and across my chest, he was turning and rubbing his face all over, running across my breasts. I just sat and watched him.

more coming if you so wish :)