Edited from a different piece for a new point of view. Original can be found in comments.
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*Will you shut up already? I mean, I get that girls like the whole talking thing, but will you just kiss me already?*
Courtney rolled her eyes as she walked along the worn path, her purple skirt swaying. She heard you behind her, the sound of your boots crunching a twig, the way your jeans hit the air, and your voice, which was soft, almost unsure. This worried her; she was trying everything to put you at ease. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, with her flooded cheeks from walking the trail, which was awash in spring foliage. Coming around a bend, she saw it.
“There! That’s the bridge I was talking about.” Courtney looked over her shoulder and flashed you a grin, with just a hint of coyness. She started running towards the bridge, her skirt flying, showing her lacy pink boy shorts which hugged her ass. Her breasts bounced in front of her, and she tossed another look behind her to find you jogging after her. Her panties moistened at the idea of you chasing her… catching her… taking her…