lerleemedia
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I was a freshman in high school when I had one of my most memorable tickling-related experiences. There was this girl that I knew for about five years up to that point (we'll call her Lindsay). We didn't have any romantic interest in each other, we were just friends. But one day I had to stay after school for something and take the late bus home. I waited outside with Lindsay because she needed to take the bus too, and somehow I found out she was ticklish. So Lindsay let me poke her stomach and tickle her sides a bit before she decided to let me tickle her more. Then the bus came and we both got on. We sat next to each other and I got to tickle her feet. She let me take her shoes off (she was wearing slippers and no socks), and I tickled her feet the entire ride home. They were really cute and Lindsay seemed to really enjoy it. Nobody was looking, so I didn't feel weird about it at all. It was great. Then after about fifteen minutes of tickling her feet, the bus stopped outside my house and I got off. I got to tickle her more on various other occasions, but none of them ever topped that experience.