Lexy's Little Secret

The scene opened up to a pouting Francis holding the camera at himself. He sighed and then pointed it at the girl whose feet were currently occupying his black comfy jean covered lap. Lexy's back was to him as she absent mindedly toyed with the edge of the book she was currently reading. She was wearing a low backed red and white checkered halter pajama top with matching deep red shorts. All in all he had a pretty damn good view.

Francis hummed quietly behind the camera as he brought the view down to her neon violet painted toes and began to play with them gently. Suddenly there was a soft snorting sound and Francis looked up with the camera. Lexami's head was cocked back to look at him slightly, but then she quickly turned to look back at her book.

Suddenly the camera view swerves back to Francis's face, his eyebrow raised in a questioning expression. Once again the camera view swerves back to her toes and Francis starts lightly dragging his fingertips along the arch of her dainty foot. Suddenly a similar snorting sound is heard and the camera view is abruptly brought back to Lexy's head. Her ears are down cutely and she appears to still be engrossed in her book.

Once again for the final time Francis points the camera at himself, an impish grin on his lips. A few blurred images of his bare chest and arm is seen as he sets the camcorder down on the coffee table. The view is of him and Lexy on the couch together her feet in his lap while she apparently reads her book. The only thing giving her away is how she's biting her lip trying to contain her smile. Francis takes her foot in one hand and brings it to his lips, nipping softly at her arch.

Lexy squeals and jerks her foot away from him, losing her composure. He snickers as she readjusts her position on the right side of the couch. She's now huddled up in the corner, her feet safely tucked under her. Francis is now staring intensely at her grinning like a wolf with a rabbit. He clucks his tongue once and speaks up fighting his own laughter. "So uhuh, what's um… what's so funny Lex?" he snickers.

She glances at him briefly, ignoring him. "Oh, just my book." She states dismissively.

He just nods his head with a secret smile plastered on his lips, giving her an unconvinced "Oh really…" and a minute passes before he looks at her again. He edges a smidgen closer to her and slyly replies, "Because if I didn't know better… I'd think you were a bit… ticklish." Lexy just huddles father away from him, still holding the book and replies in a much clipped tone, "Well it's a good thing you know better then, isn't it?"

He scoots closer to his prey-ahem, friend. "So what was the joke?" He insists, now just a half a foot away from her.

Lexy's run out of room to scoot so she just burrows deeper into the corner of the couch and unintelligently replies, "None of your business.", before Francis is practically breathing down her neck. Her shoulders are up and she's stubbornly glaring at the book. Francis puts his arm around the back of the couch and uses his other hand to grasp the top of the book titled Beyond Sunrise and gently pries it away from her fingers without protest. He tosses it down onto the coffee table and Lexy, having no book to distract her, is forced to slowly look up at Francis, who is now bearing down on her.

She bites her lip funnily, her smile threatening dangerously to spill out. Francis raises both his eyebrows up and smugly state's "I think you're ticklish." Matter-of-factly and continues to stare her down ruthlessly.

Lexy looks away from him, slowly stares straight at the camera and sways left towards Francis, and then right, away from him, and then back to her original position. She scrunches down into a slouch and grumbles, "I'm not…" in a quiet voice. Francis cocks his head to the side to look at the camera for a second.

"hmm…….let me rephrase that." He says suddenly and then he starts to poke her in the ribs. "I. Think. You're. Ticklish." Punctuating each word with a poke and every time he poked her she let out funny restrain snorts and giggles. She even squeaks and whimpers a little after he was through. She looks up at him abruptly, her face a lovely shade of pink, and stubbornly says, "I am not!"

Suddenly Francis mouth drops in a mock look of shock and he leans closer to her face and breathes out one word.

"Liar…"

Lexami suddenly sees him get a weird look in his eyes and her worried questioning voice was heard though out the room.

"Francis…?"

It was then when he pounced.

Without warning his large warm hands glued themselves to her ribs and began to go nuts! Lexy squealed loudly and jerked away from him as his hands pinned her against the arm of the couch; his fingers rapidly torturing her. His fingers moved up and down, up and down, up and down, until Lexy, through her shrieks and violent laughter somehow squirms her way around him and falls back onto the couch.

Francis is so caught up in his game that he doesn't realized that he's now between his best friend's legs with his hands all over her. He starts to slow down.

Francis gently squeezes, Lexy arches up, he scrapes his fingers down her ribs, she lets out what's a cross between a giggle and a protesting moan, he moves his fingers rapidly in an up and down motion, and she goes into another fit of giggling and writhing under him. She's out of breath, but he is too. When did he start laughing?

He's still for a moment catching his breath.

Lex is so beautiful staring up at him, breathless, her shirts ridden up exposing some of her belly, and the thing that's most beautiful is the grin on her open lips.

He grins down at her and laughingly asks, "Whose not ticklish?"

To which Lexy stubbornly responds, "I am."

Francis is quiet for a minute…he's taking her in. Her snow white hair splayed out on the seat of the couch, her arms now relaxed and above her, the swell of her breasts and the perked tips of them revealed through the thin material, her hips against his in a sinful way that friends shouldn't know, and her sweet smelling breath reaching his senses.

He suddenly smiles and breaks free from her hypnotic vision.

"Wrong answer." He says simply and once again begins to go at her ribs.

"F-f-francis! Hahaha, s-st-o-o-p! Uhhn!"

Her laughter is the last thing that's heard as the camera battery finally blinks out.

Battery Dead