Not Really Tickling...BUT...
This will haunt me until my dying day...
My junior year of HS, Finals week, 4th Period Chemistry Class:
I sat next to this girl I had known since MS named Jenna, she was short (Like 5-4/5-5) and a friend of an old friend. I never really found her attractive until I looked at her earleir that year and WHAM it hit me: she was smoking hot!
Since she sat next to me, every time she wore open-toed anythings I would use my periphial vision to stare while doing my work. She had 'sexy' feet, perfect size for a shorter female, often painted with purple or white/silver polish (I have photographic memory).
And in the second Semester another smoking hot female (Katie) entered the class and sat about 3/4 seats in front of me. She was a year younger than me, Cheerleader, Brunette, average height and had the best damned smile you could ask for. Just thinking of her smile, or her in general still makes me shiver... gorgeous woman.
I was very quiet, seeing as how the entire class was full of 'popular' students and I was more of a chameleon. But those two girls (and every girl it seemed) were always asking for my help on the work (Which made me wonder, because Jenna was a genius and Katie was bright too.) Every female in their was smarter than me and yet they kept asking for my help...(except one who was madly in love with her b/f.)
Anyways, we got done with our tests and still had like an hour left in class, so the teacher breaks out the cards and 3 guys start playing Hearts, TExas Hold 'em, etc. But Jenna and Katie begin talking and I don't know who notices, but one of them drew a flower on their wrist and the other said 'that's so cute/pretty'. And so they decided to start drawing on each other... right next to me...
Now I'm busying myself with work from my other classes and trying not to watch, when all of a sudden they decide to start drawing on each other's legs, ankles and feet. It was hot outside and so they were in dresses exposing thier long, tanned and beautiful legs and bare feet.
I wanted so bad to reach over and tickle, or start a conversation that lead to any revelation of their ticklishness. But no, the guys playing cards invite me over to play and what can I say? No, I'm too busy checking out these smoking hot chicks draw on each other's legs... I wanted to, but that would've been suicide.
So I go over and play cards, sitting in a seat so I can view the two 'draw on each other'. All I remember is shaking my leg like crazy, constantly glancing over at the crowd of fems that now wanted 'tatoos' on their legs, and cursing everytime I lost at cards, much to the disliking of my teacher.
The crowd of girld kept laughing and giggling and doing all the other HS girl stuff that I can only imagine at this point.
I imagine now that I was probably perspiring like Ruben Studdard with each passing moment, but I honestly don't remember. Alls I know is that I want to relive that day and make different choices... like let loose and just tickle the hell out of those two beautiful women. Not to mention ask one out and to this day be with one of them, but tis life.
So though there was tickling, I assure you three things: There should have been, it was parading in my mind, and if you were there, you would've remembered it, too (and maybe done something I didn't).
NSM
i will never be tickled or tickle again
and asks if she's ticklish...which the freind denied. Despite my inability to tear my eyes away I managed to mumble something about her being VERY ticklish and she said she was, but not on her feet. She then goes on to tell the story how one time, when she was younger, her mother had sat down and took her feet, sat them on her lap, and told her to sing a song. When my friend refused her mother began tickling her feet...and she continued to do so until she finished the song. She claimed to no longer be ticklish there since then. Fast forward about 20 minutes and the three of us are wrestling over a pillow (don't ask) and I'm trying to take it off my friend when she yells to my gf to tickle my feet! 
Seeing an oppertunity I said "OH, you want to tickle feet!" and made a play for hers. She mumbled something about telling me she wasn't ticklish there before I informed her that she WAS ticklish on her sides and immediately made her scream with laughter! Unfortunately it was at that time that my gf got MY feet and I was so involved with the tickling my friend that it got me good and I spun around to defend myself and elbowed my gf in the head! So that kind of ended the tickling...or so I thought. About an hour later, as we get ready to leave, our friend's roommate comes in. As my gf is putting on her shoes (she had socks on...she usually did unless I took them off her 
) the roommate reaches down and runs one finger down her left sole. My gf, who sees it coming braces herself and tries to continue having the conversation she is having with me. I just stare at her foot. 
He then proceeded to tickle her tummy. She starting giggling, and futility thrashing to get away. It was almost a tickle massage, but it was hilarious how he poked her belly and then she sucked it in and he would just run his fingers all over her tummy. I decided to hold her arms while he tickled her. I would proceed to tickle under her armpits which intensified the laughter. 
We then decided to switch. He tickled her armpits and I ran wild on her stomach. The bus driver blew the horn on us and that adventure was over.
) they were probably poking her, she was obviously in a ticklish situation.
