NOTICE: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ PART ONE OF THE STORY YOU MAY WANT TO BEFORE YOU READ AHEAD OR YOU WILL REALLY BE MISSING OUT
alright now for the events of the next couple of days. i could do little to try and get the image of kelly being foot tickled out of my head for the next few days. all i could think about was that image, the running back and forth of tom's fingers on her little soft soles in those cute little black socks, her hysterical yet silent laughter, and her futal attempts to try and hold them back and get in trouble for disturbing the class. I HAD TO HAVE MY TURN... but how?
luckily for me the sequence of current events in my life had recently put me in the perfect position to find the opportune moment and have some fun with kelly's perfectly curved feet. the time of year was about february and as usual that meant... the school talent show. it just so happened that my sister, kelly, and another member of the singing group, had gotten together to perform a trio in the talent show. they sure had the talent but were lacking of something... something to wear. so the set out to the local fabric store in search of something suitable. they came home with the fabric and soon my mom was on her way to designing the talented threesome some dresses. and of course if you are going to have a good dress each girl MUST come to MY house so that they can be fitted. well this all took place before the in school incident but kelly could not come to be fitted till about three days after the incident took place... can you see where this is going???
so finally the day came when kelly had to come to be fitted, and since kelly is a busy girl and could not come to my house much before then,and the talent show was only like a week away, my mom had not done pretty much anything with her dress and thus she would have to spend the whole day at my house... heh heh heh 😉 kelly arrive sometime in the late morning probably around noon, she looked nice and casual. she was wearing a yellow field hockey t-shirt (she played for the school team a year or two), black warm-up pants ("swishy" pants to the layperson) and white tennis shoes. soon after she arrived, the dress making process was begun which included her watching t.v. in my living room with me and our other friend john (also in the group), until she was called upon by my mom to come in and try on the dress, when my mom had seen enough for the moment kelly would go change back into her normal clothes, come back and sit back in front of the t.v. (which i believe was running an SNL marathon). needless to say, shoes would only complicate this process and they soon came off exposing kelly's elegant feet, relatively small (about size 7), with smooth somewhat high arches, and they just happened to be sporting those fashionable socks i spoke of in the last story which seem to enhance her ticklishness, only these socks were white with black toes and heel and a field hockey symbol on the side. i could not not take my eyes off of them and if it weren't for the t.v. occupying her concentration i am sure she would have noticed.
earlier in the day i had casually made reference to the school incident, to which her response was, "yeah, i told him later he was a jerk, it sucked so bad. i couldn't get away and it tickled so much!". with this and the image of the in school tickle running through my head i knew i had to take advantage of this perfect situation. everything was set up all i needed to do was to get up the nerve and strike... for a guy like me this was easier said than done. back and forth she went with the dress making process as the day wore on and i saw my window of opportunity fading drastically. she came back this time and sat on the rocking chair/ recliner sitting diagonally to the left of the t.v. i took my place to the right of the chair on the floor, while john sat on the sofa a few feet away. she sat their rocking a bit (the chair declined) while i got a few glimpses of her soles. finally a few minutes later she pulled the bar and reclined fully completely exposing her beatiful arches. so did i capitalize???... not quite yet. i was still working up the nerve. after a few minutes she returned the chair to it's upright position with her feet flat on the ground. man i can't take this anymore! i got to do something! if i miss this chance i will kick my self forever!!! what to do, what to do?!
"kelly", i said turning to face her, "i have a question." she took her eyes off the screen for a second and replied "what?" in this cute little voice she does.
immediately i grabbed her right ankle with my left hand, still maintaining eye contact, i lifted her foot off the ground just enough to quickly slide my right hand underneath her sole and began stroking back and forth as i had seen tom do just a few days earlier.
"does THIS tickle???", i asked as if i did not already know the answer.
alright now for the events of the next couple of days. i could do little to try and get the image of kelly being foot tickled out of my head for the next few days. all i could think about was that image, the running back and forth of tom's fingers on her little soft soles in those cute little black socks, her hysterical yet silent laughter, and her futal attempts to try and hold them back and get in trouble for disturbing the class. I HAD TO HAVE MY TURN... but how?
luckily for me the sequence of current events in my life had recently put me in the perfect position to find the opportune moment and have some fun with kelly's perfectly curved feet. the time of year was about february and as usual that meant... the school talent show. it just so happened that my sister, kelly, and another member of the singing group, had gotten together to perform a trio in the talent show. they sure had the talent but were lacking of something... something to wear. so the set out to the local fabric store in search of something suitable. they came home with the fabric and soon my mom was on her way to designing the talented threesome some dresses. and of course if you are going to have a good dress each girl MUST come to MY house so that they can be fitted. well this all took place before the in school incident but kelly could not come to be fitted till about three days after the incident took place... can you see where this is going???
so finally the day came when kelly had to come to be fitted, and since kelly is a busy girl and could not come to my house much before then,and the talent show was only like a week away, my mom had not done pretty much anything with her dress and thus she would have to spend the whole day at my house... heh heh heh 😉 kelly arrive sometime in the late morning probably around noon, she looked nice and casual. she was wearing a yellow field hockey t-shirt (she played for the school team a year or two), black warm-up pants ("swishy" pants to the layperson) and white tennis shoes. soon after she arrived, the dress making process was begun which included her watching t.v. in my living room with me and our other friend john (also in the group), until she was called upon by my mom to come in and try on the dress, when my mom had seen enough for the moment kelly would go change back into her normal clothes, come back and sit back in front of the t.v. (which i believe was running an SNL marathon). needless to say, shoes would only complicate this process and they soon came off exposing kelly's elegant feet, relatively small (about size 7), with smooth somewhat high arches, and they just happened to be sporting those fashionable socks i spoke of in the last story which seem to enhance her ticklishness, only these socks were white with black toes and heel and a field hockey symbol on the side. i could not not take my eyes off of them and if it weren't for the t.v. occupying her concentration i am sure she would have noticed.
earlier in the day i had casually made reference to the school incident, to which her response was, "yeah, i told him later he was a jerk, it sucked so bad. i couldn't get away and it tickled so much!". with this and the image of the in school tickle running through my head i knew i had to take advantage of this perfect situation. everything was set up all i needed to do was to get up the nerve and strike... for a guy like me this was easier said than done. back and forth she went with the dress making process as the day wore on and i saw my window of opportunity fading drastically. she came back this time and sat on the rocking chair/ recliner sitting diagonally to the left of the t.v. i took my place to the right of the chair on the floor, while john sat on the sofa a few feet away. she sat their rocking a bit (the chair declined) while i got a few glimpses of her soles. finally a few minutes later she pulled the bar and reclined fully completely exposing her beatiful arches. so did i capitalize???... not quite yet. i was still working up the nerve. after a few minutes she returned the chair to it's upright position with her feet flat on the ground. man i can't take this anymore! i got to do something! if i miss this chance i will kick my self forever!!! what to do, what to do?!
"kelly", i said turning to face her, "i have a question." she took her eyes off the screen for a second and replied "what?" in this cute little voice she does.
immediately i grabbed her right ankle with my left hand, still maintaining eye contact, i lifted her foot off the ground just enough to quickly slide my right hand underneath her sole and began stroking back and forth as i had seen tom do just a few days earlier.
"does THIS tickle???", i asked as if i did not already know the answer.
