For everyone who asked about the followup to my story about Shy Lucy, here it is.
About a week after the events in my first thread took place Shy Lucy came up to me after class. Looking down at the floor as usual she whispered that her folks asked her to invite me to dinner to show their gratitude for letting her copy my notes. Looking back I guess a warning light should have gone off in my head but it didn't. I said okay and walked with her to her car.
Lucy took her shoes off as soon as she exited her last class and as we walked I noticed her bare feet were as silent as a cats paws on the tile floors and on the sidewalk. Her car was a silver Alfa Romeo with a license plate that said LUCYSTOY. I never pictured her in something like that. Her house was fantastic, almost a mansion. Now my family is not broke or anything but Lucy's folks really lived! You would never know it from looking at her!
Anyway as we entered the house she mumbled something about her mom not wanting people wearing shoes on the carpet in the den and would I take my shoes off? I did. The den was sunken, you had to go down 2 steps to get into it. As I touched the first step I felt myself shoved hard from behind. I went sprawling face down on the carpet. In an instant Lucy had straddled me and sat down hard on my back. I started to say "Lucy what the f---" but before I finished the sentence she started to tickle my recently unshod feet.
Her fingers scrabbled all over my soft, vulnerable soles and I exploded with laughter. I should have been able to push her off but she was sitting right at the base of my spine and her hard, rapid tickling strokes made me laugh so intensely my strength drained right away. I pounded my fists on the floor, hardly making a sound on the carpet while her fingers moved like mad spiders on the bottoms of my feet. All this time Lucy did not say anything. Her fingers moved from my wiggling toes to my heels and back again and I could do nothing but lie there and take all the torture she felt like dishing out. Soon I was crying with laughter and gasping for breath but for what seemed like a long time Shy Lucy was merciless to my tender pads.
Finally she slowed her tickle torture to slow strokes and ultimately she stopped and stood up. All I could do was roll over onto my back and try to regain my breath. She looked down at me with no expression at all on her face and as I wiped the tears from my eyes she said softly "Okay, we're even now."
When I had recovered I challenged her, saying the dinner invitation had been a fake but she countered that it was real and it was then she had gotten the idea to take her revenge. All I could say was "You're good," "So are you." she responded.
After dinner she offered to drive me back to the campus and as we went to her car she gave me a business card with a phone number on it. She whispered that her parents had given her her own phone number and that was it and I could call her any time.
Well we became . . .well . . I hesitate to say friends, but we did hang out from time to time. Did we ever tickle each other again?
That is another story!
About a week after the events in my first thread took place Shy Lucy came up to me after class. Looking down at the floor as usual she whispered that her folks asked her to invite me to dinner to show their gratitude for letting her copy my notes. Looking back I guess a warning light should have gone off in my head but it didn't. I said okay and walked with her to her car.
Lucy took her shoes off as soon as she exited her last class and as we walked I noticed her bare feet were as silent as a cats paws on the tile floors and on the sidewalk. Her car was a silver Alfa Romeo with a license plate that said LUCYSTOY. I never pictured her in something like that. Her house was fantastic, almost a mansion. Now my family is not broke or anything but Lucy's folks really lived! You would never know it from looking at her!
Anyway as we entered the house she mumbled something about her mom not wanting people wearing shoes on the carpet in the den and would I take my shoes off? I did. The den was sunken, you had to go down 2 steps to get into it. As I touched the first step I felt myself shoved hard from behind. I went sprawling face down on the carpet. In an instant Lucy had straddled me and sat down hard on my back. I started to say "Lucy what the f---" but before I finished the sentence she started to tickle my recently unshod feet.
Her fingers scrabbled all over my soft, vulnerable soles and I exploded with laughter. I should have been able to push her off but she was sitting right at the base of my spine and her hard, rapid tickling strokes made me laugh so intensely my strength drained right away. I pounded my fists on the floor, hardly making a sound on the carpet while her fingers moved like mad spiders on the bottoms of my feet. All this time Lucy did not say anything. Her fingers moved from my wiggling toes to my heels and back again and I could do nothing but lie there and take all the torture she felt like dishing out. Soon I was crying with laughter and gasping for breath but for what seemed like a long time Shy Lucy was merciless to my tender pads.
Finally she slowed her tickle torture to slow strokes and ultimately she stopped and stood up. All I could do was roll over onto my back and try to regain my breath. She looked down at me with no expression at all on her face and as I wiped the tears from my eyes she said softly "Okay, we're even now."
When I had recovered I challenged her, saying the dinner invitation had been a fake but she countered that it was real and it was then she had gotten the idea to take her revenge. All I could say was "You're good," "So are you." she responded.
After dinner she offered to drive me back to the campus and as we went to her car she gave me a business card with a phone number on it. She whispered that her parents had given her her own phone number and that was it and I could call her any time.
Well we became . . .well . . I hesitate to say friends, but we did hang out from time to time. Did we ever tickle each other again?
That is another story!
