Bus Ride

[TrumpeteerNYR]

Having a girlfriend was great through high school. We both were in the band and would always sit with each other and what not. She was extremely ticklish, but not on her feet and that kinda frusterated me. Anyway, we were on our way home from a parade and we had just finished marching in the pouring rain. Well, sitting behind me and my girlfriend were these two kids that always hung out with the popular girls and just fooled around with them. No one knew that I had a foot fetish, so i always just acted nonchalant when something arose. Well, this girl who I was friends with, just not good friends, says, "Oh my God! My feet hurt so much! They're so wet!" So she says to my friends behind me, "Will you massage my feet to get them warm?" When she said this, my God I was thinking, "why do i have to have a girlfriend right now?" At first they wouldn't touch them, but she basically forced them, the whole time they're going, "This is so gross." Damn, I would've done it happily. I also would have liked to have found out if she was ticklish, cause she had really hot feet. School sucked too, cause all the popular girls all had hot feet, and even though I was friends with them, I always felt scared to ask them about their feet, or something like that. Now I wish that I had... I am almost positive some of the girls knew that I had a foot fetish. One time in our band class, this one korean girl took her shoes off a few rows down from me. She started playing with her feet and flashing her soles and toes. Also in my English class this hot girl next to me would point her sole right at me, and if she caught me looking, would smile and flex her feet. Damn, high school was awesome, but sucked at the same time. Anyone else with experiences like these?

 

[AcornaMordor]

LOL Beware any story that starts with either "One time at Band Camp" or "So we were on the Band bus..."

So anyway, coming from a fellow trumpeter in AL.. We were on the bus late at night after a game and the guy in front of me was trying to sleep. He was my best friend anyway so I loved to piss him off and besides I had had like 3 cups of cocoa at the game (long, long before we got new uniforms). He got moderately comfortable and closed his eyes so I reached over the seat and tickled his stomach. He'd giggle and wake up, grabbing at my hands and telling me in his 'stern' voice to stop so I'd sit back and wait for him to go to sleep and tickle him again. Finally he got irritated and got into the seat with me, pinning me against the window and tickled my sides and knees until I agreed to leave him alone.. I didn't even though I said I would but he just slapped my hands away until I finally got tired and nodded off in my seat anyway.

 

[imapwnu]

I love the band bus stories. i have some experience with them and hope to post thme sometime soon! plz e-mail me some more of the band stories!

 

[TrumpeteerNYR]

Thanks! I'll post some more...they're not as good, but, hey, it's tickling.

 

[AcornaMordor]

"So we were on our way home after a game one friday night....."

 

[AcornaMordor]

Or better yet.. "So the tuba, the drummers, and trombones were all congregated in the back..."

 

[TrumpeteerNYR]

Well, there aren't that many good stories from the bus and what not. But I was friends with almost every upper-classmen. Well, every new years, a whole bunch of friends from the band would get together. My first year invited to this, there were, like, 5 or 6 girls and two other guys. After a while, it became one giant tickle melee. Everybody was tickling each other. A couple kids got punched because some of the girls were so ticklish. My girlfriend (she wasn't my girlfriend at the time) was being gang tickled by like 5 people. Her feet weren't ticklish, so she got her upper body tickled for like five minutes straight. Now that I think about it, there was one other tickling incident on the bus. My two friends, who were seniors, were tickling each other. The girls was tickled for five straight minutes and she went into silent laughter. If I think of any other stories, I'll post them.