Gatorbait - The Seven Minute Itch

>"Hi Anon, can you give me an ear scratch?"
>You slouch forward across the table and glare at the wall.
>Sunset hovers around you, peeking over your shoulders and slowly losing her smile.
>"Anon. Scratch my ear."
>When you don't respond, she pouts and flops onto your back.
>Her chin presses firmly against the base of your neck, her nose tickling the back of your head as she sighs.
>Your shoulders tingle as she tugs herself closer to you, sandwiching her breasts against her chest.
>"Come on, Anon, scratch my e~ar!"
>When you refuse to budge, Sunset gives a small huff of frustration.
>Still, she doesn't remove herself from your back.
>As you're considering telling her to fuck off, you feel something
>A gentle, pleasant sort of tickling sensation across tender, sensitive skin.
>Your breath catches in your throat as you feel Sunset shift on top of you, leaning over and whispering in your ear.
>"Hey, Anon?"
>It takes all of your strength to muster up a grunt of a reply.
>Her breath is hot against your ear as she leans even closer, her dexterous fingers massaging the opposite lobe.
>"Ear. Scritches. Please."
>Curse this devil girl.
>Even though you're sitting, you can feel your legs, along with the rest of your body, starting to go limp
>It's pretty clear that Sunset can tell too, as she gives a small giggle and redoubles her attention to your ear.
>Her slender index finger slips away, scratching you affectionately behind the fleshy pinna and gently rubbing along the often ignored skin along the side of your head.
>A shudder rolls up the length of your spine.
>Taking that as a good sign, Sunset leans in again and begins to nibble on your ear, making small, satisfied sounds as she does.

>She holds the awkward pose for a few seconds before shifting her weight.
>One of her breasts is squished firmly against your collarbone now, the other threatening to spill out past your shoulder and over onto your arm.
>She gives a playful tug, just enough to make you wince before releasing you from her grip and sitting down next to you.
>After making eye contact, Sunset smiles again and turns her back to you.
>"Now you do me!"
>Despite your attempts to ignore her, you feel your fingers twitch as the move towards the back of her head.
>When you touch her ear, she visibly shudders, and you can almost see the breath as it catches in her throat.
>A throaty sigh, quite unlike the cheery, playful tone she'd taken before, escapes from her lips.
>As you slide your finger around the slopes and curves of her ear, Sunset makes similar small, satisfied sounds.
>When you adjust the angle of your finger, dragging your nail along the exposed skin, she stiffens again, seemingly unable or unwilling to move in light of your attention.
>As you switch from one ear to the other, you hear a small whispering sound from Sunset's skirt as she crosses her legs, locking them tightly into place.
>The process continues in much the same way on the other side, until finally Sunset sighs and glances back at you.
>Her face is glowing as she smiles.
>"Thanks Anon. See you later!"
>And with that, she bounces up from her seat and hurries out of the room.
>Leaving you alone.
>Just you.
>And your boner.
>Damnit Sunset...