"Oh, come on, you're gonna have a GREAT time!" Julie exclaims, tossing her auburn hair to accentuate her point. "I'll take it easy on you and show you everything you need to know. I just adore rollerskating and I know you will too! Besides, what else were you going to do...mope around all day?"
"Moping around all day is precisely what I had in mind, actually," Brooke responds nonchalantly. "I have an image to maintain, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, death and darkness and all that other gothy stuff, I know...but that doesn't mean you can't have FUN!" Julie continues leading her petite roommate by the hand towards the rental counter. "Besides, check out the skate rental boy...pretty cute, eh?"
Brooke blushes slightly, accenting her pale skin with a lovely pink colour. "I suppose so...."
"Yeah, see? Come ON, let's get skating already!" Navigating around some overly enthusiastic kids, Julie pulls Brooke over to the rental counter.
"I need two pairs of rollerskates, sweetie," Julie asks, falling naturally into flirtatious mode. The boy blushes and answers "what size do you need?"
"Well I'll take 7 and 1/2s...oh, I see, no half sizes...8's then...Brooke?"
"Size 6, for me, please." Julie laughs at her obvious nervousness but refrains from commenting. Giving the rental boy a saucy wink as she takes the skates, she sets down on a nearby bench.
"Uh, Julie? I think I've got a problem."
"Already, Brooke? We haven't even started skating yet!" Julie shakes her head in amusment, tinged with exhasperation.
"Well it's just that I didn't know how this all worked...and I didn't really think it through...so I didn't wear socks. I mean, it says right there on the sign, you must have socks on in the roller skates...." Brooke's frustration is obvious, but there is also an air of relief to her - she clearly thinks she's found a way to sit out and let Julie do the skating on her own.
"Hah, you're not getting off that easy! Just put those skates on your feet, noone will know the difference and I'm NOT letting you sit this out after driving your ass out here from campus! May I remind you which of us is the big strong track runner and which is the scrawny gothy girl?" Julie puts her arms on her hips and tries to scold, but the big grin plastered on her face gives the game away.
Sighing, Brooke unlaces her Converse All-stars and slips into her skates as quickly as she can. After getting her second skate on securely, she looks up to see if anyone noticed... and makes eye contact with the rental boy. He looks at her skates, looks back at her face, and winks broadly, sending the blood rushing once again to Brooke's face.
The girls take to the rink floor, Julie leading Brooke by the hand once again, and begin to make slow, steady circuits around the track. Brooke has obvious balance troubles, skipping this way and that and only occasionally going in a straight line - usually completely by accident. Julie is steady and sympathetic as a coach, however, and before long the petite goth lass is getting a fair grip on the art of roller skating.
"So what do you think?" Julie asked, shooting a smile at a wildly gesticulating Brooke. "Having fun yet?"
"I think I've got the han- woah...shit...catch me!!" Brooke responds, flailing her arms about in a futile attempt to catch her balance. Julie laughs but skates over to Brooke's side and helps stabilize her.
"I think you're doing rather well, for your first time on roller skates. I TOLD you it would be fun!" Julie's laugh is infectious, and Brooke can't help but join in - until another wave of unbalance forces her to focus on her wheeled shoes. Julie's hands shoot out to Brooke's sides and hold her steady once again, and this time she leaves them there, to Brooke's obvious relief.
"You know, Brooke," Julie begins, "that skater boy was checking you out. I saw him eyeing up those cute little legs of yours...."
"Mmhmm," Brooke nods, eyes facing forward and jaw clenched, trying hard to stay balanced as the pair negotiates the curve of the track. It's clear that Julie's words are going right over her head.
"Hey... you paying attention to me, brat?" Julie wiggles her fingers gently along Brooke's sides.
"H-hey!" Brooke gasps, jumping slightly and only barely keeping her feet.
"Uh oh...is someone a little ticklish?" Julie's grin reaches epic proportions, and although she maintains her grip with both hands, she wiggles her pointer fingers gently over Brooke's ribs.
"Of course not, I was just a bit startled," Brooke responds, looking unfazed. The outside world doesn't see the struggle going on internally - to keep back the giggles that are slowly building inside of her small frame. Somehow, though, Julie recognizes the response for the defense mechanism it is, and continues.
As the pair skates around the floor, joined hand to waist, Julie shifts her grip and slides her hands downward, allowing her fingers to caress the sliver of tummy that Brooke's shirt exposes. Brooke, already having trouble skating, struggles mightily to maintain her focus, her determination evidenced by the grim set of her jaw. By contrast, her eyes sparkle with an internal light as laughter wells up inside her. She is trying hard to reach the break area, but every time they pass the exit from the floor Julie guides her small body away and forces another circuit of the one way track.
"Come on Brookie," Julie coos, giggling slightly, "I know you're ticklish and I know you want to laugh." She abandons all pretext of balancing her struggling roommate and slides her hands up under Brooke's shirt, gently stroking the smooth skin of her stomach. Brooke maintains her focus on skating, but a small grin appears on her face as she is forced to continue dividing her attention between staying balanced and the tickling that is gliding over her nerves like wildfire.
Julie skates closer to Brooke's tensed body, practically embracing the smaller girl from behind, and shifts her hands up still further, tracing the outskirts of Brooke's breasts before sliding her hands up into Brooke's silky underams. Brooke lets out a quick gasp before clamping down again, struggling mightly against Brooke's athletic physique as they pass the exit once again, a silly grin now fully formed on her face. She clamps her hands down on Julie's questing fingers, locking them in a small hollow, which Julie takes advantage of. However, Brooke quickly begins to lose her balance, causing her to instinctively throw her arms out to regain it, which again gives Julie free reign of her sensitive underarms. Brooke has become completely oblivious to anything but the twin goals of escaping the floor and escaping the tickling.
With a wicked grin, Julie leans forward and whispers "Cootchie cootchie coo...hehe, tickly girl... underneath that hardass goth shell you're nothing but a big baby like the rest of us...." Julie's giggling and teasing are complemented by her hands, which slide down her sides, tracing tickling trails across the tense muscles within, teasing a figure eight across Brooke's flat stomach, before slipping into the very top of her denim shorts to rest on her prominent hipbones. Julie then begins methodically squeezing and caressing those hips, causing an obviously sensitive Brooke to wriggle and sway like a flower caught in a windstorm.
All this time, the two girls have been circling the rink floor, Brooke trying her hardest to reach the exit on each circuit, Julie consistently using her superior size and strength to keep the pair on the track. However, under this new assault, Brooke's strength is clearly giving out, and Julie allows her to guide out to the rest area - though she does not let go of her roommates narrow waist.
Picking their way to an open bench, Brooke collapses on top of Julie, who is still holding her from behind. "I can't...believe...you!" Brooke pants, struggling to recover her breath after her ordeal. Julie just grins and squeezes her roommate into a huge bear hug, which she is too tired to return. Brooke unlaces her skates to let her feet breath, though she refuses to take off the skates until the crowd thins out somewhat. Julie, on the other hand, kicks off her skates and puts her socked feet back in her flip-flops.
"You know what though?" Brooke says, after she recovers her breath fully. "You never did get me to laugh," she teases, poking Julie's own tummy from where she lies, draped across Julie's lap.
"Oh really?" Julie replies with a giggle.
"Mmhmm," Brooke says, closing her eyes and relaxing, stretching her arms above her head pointedly as though to prove that she is so tough, she can leave herself totally exposed and not worry. Her shirt rides up to expose her belly button and the bottom of her ribcage to Julie's eyes (and those of any others who might happen to be watching).
"Well that sounds like a challange there, kiddo. And you know how I feel about competition!" As Julie ansers, she slides her hand down Brooke's bare legs towards her heavy, unlaced roller skates. Grinning slightly, Julie slides her hand into the skate, where her long fingers can just barely reach the instep of Brooke's petite foot.
Not expecting this particular attack - what with her tummy and underarms so beautifully exposed - Brooke kicks weakly and tenses up, but she quickly adjusts and clamps down on her instinctive response, which is to burst into laughter. Julie laughs in her face and wiggles her fingertips deeper into the skate, coming around to just lightly graze the dimples of her arches. Brooke's feet kick slightly, although the heavy roller skates damp the movement somewhat.
Maneuvering for better access, Julie slides Brooke's unlaced skate down her ankle, opening a gap between the bottom of the wheeled shoe and Brooke's foot, into which Julie inserts her gently caressing fingers. Granted full access to Brooke's smooth sole, Julie's fingers bring a stuttering choke up from Brooke's throat. Julie grins, sensing she is close to ultimate victory. Suddenly, she feels Brooke's tiny fingers wiggling into her own rib cage! Attempting to respond, Julie realizes that by forcing her hand into Brooke's skate, she has trapped it there until she can get a chance to slowly ease it out - a chance she's unlikely to get! A grin growing on her own face, she settles in to tickle Brooke's bare foot as ferociously as possible, gliding her soft fingertips across the instep and back and forth, gently, over the sensitive arch. Her other hand bats futilely at Brooke's own tickling hands, roaming at will over Julie's toned stomach. Brooke, taking a page out of Julie's own book, slides her hands under Julie's t-shirt, gliding her long, manicured, black-polished fingernails across the muscles of her roommates tummy and dipping into her belly button.
Julie abandons trying to fight off Brooke's hands and uses her free hand to pull off the skate entirely, freeing up her second hand and, coincidentally, exposing the entirety of Brooke's soft sole to her hungry fingertips. She immediately capitalizes on this, tracing whorls and patterns on the sole and digging her other hand under Brooke's cutely scrunched toes. It is this toe-tickling that eventually causes Brooke to break, arching her back and shrieking out all her repressed laughter. With that, all her defenses break down and her arms drop to her sides as she wiggles frantically, laughing at the top of her longs as Julie torments the gaps between her toes, holding them back with one hand and tickling long and slowly with the the other.
Suddenly, Julie feels long, thin fingers worming their way under her own socked feet! Surprised, she presses down hard into her flip flops as she looks up into the face of the skate rental boy! He grins evilly, and uses one hand to tickle all over the top and side of her foot, while the other continues to try to worm underneath the pressed down sole and get at the sensitive arch. Julie stops tickling Brooke's foot and attempts to react to this new threat, but almost immediately Brooke's small hands are back under her shirt, this time reaching up into her armpits. Julie is forced to clamp her arms back to her side, barely stifling a giggle. Brooke and the skate boy grin at each other, and Brooke compliments her assault by folding practically in two so she can reach her one bare foot up and dig it into Brooke's other side. This is too much for the embattled college runner, and she collapses into laughter, sagging back into the bench. The skater takes advantage of this to lift her feet up and pull of her flip flops, and then removing first one, then the other sock. Julie abandons any pretense of control as the sensation of his long fingers on her bare arches crashes into her brain, and Brooke's wicked fingernails caress the hollows of her underarms, her wiggling bare toes teasing Julie's waist and ribs on the opposite side.
"Give in?" Brooke asks, a victorious cast to her voice. Julie can do nothing but nod her head relentless, and her two assailants ease up, giving her a rest after several minutes of relentless tickling. Julie says nothing at first, simply trying to catch her breath. Then, she looks Brooke in the eye, and proclaims "I'm never taking you out again." They both burst into giggles at that, until Julie remembers that there is another person, still hanging on to her feet.
"Hi! I'm Julie, this is Brooke. It's a pleasure to meet you!" she gushes, slightly embarassed...she's never been in quite this situation before.
"Well hello Julie, Brooke. The pleasure is all mine. I'm *the author*"
"Well, good sir," Brooke replies, a glimmer coming into her eye once again, "it seems that I've been tickled silly, and lost my shoe...and Julie has been tickled silly, and lost HER shoes...but someone in this group hasn't even been tickled once yet...and that someone still has their skates on...."
It wasn't too long before laughter once again rang through the skating rink.
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Yeah, I know it's too late...and I know it's not quite 3,000 words... and I don't want the 10 dollars...I just wanted to throw a story out there. It's been a *LONG* time since I've written anything along the lines of tickle fiction, and it's also 5:30 in the morning, so please bare [sic... 😉] with me. This is purely for entertainment value. Hope y'all enjoyed it. 😀
-T9's
