Pash felt him squirm around a little between her thighs, so she held on to his arm hoping to keep him from escaping. It was not long before all signs of struggle just faded away, his arm going limp and his face not even trying to get out of her hold anymore but simply willingly sinking deeper into it. She could see how much he liked being between her legs which suited her just fine because she really liked having a boy's face under her skirt.
Still lying on the ground, she let go of his arm and swung her leg around it so that his shoulder was no longer getting in the way. She then placed one hand on the back of his head and guided him to exactly where she wanted him to be. Then she gave her hips a little wiggle to get his face all nice and snug down there and get herself a little more comfortable. Finally, with her other hand, she straightened out her skirt and draped it over his head.
She was not sure why she liked the whole covering her victim with her skirt part. When ever she had a chance to talk to another girl like her, they all seemed to like being able to see the boy between their legs. Not Pash apparently. If she had to guess, she would say it was just something that made it even more feminine. Like, you had all these marks of femininity, her panties, her thighs, her skirt, sometimes her socks, all closing in on a boy, both slowly and gently overwhelming him until he is finally completely engulfed by it all.
Whatever the case, she was totally turned on right now. She arched her back and, with her had, pushed his face deeper into her panties.