cherrypepsi
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This is a story about a friend I had in high school. This was our senior year (yes we were both 18). He was friendly, sometimes teased me, but I never thought he liked me as more than a friend... until I moved class periods. He was in my new class and one day he decided to tickle me. He poked me in my side out of nowhere and I jumped. I tried to brush it off, not wanting to show that I liked it but also not wanting to admit to being ticklish. After that, it became a thing of his to do this to me whenever we had class together. He would come up behind me and poke my sides, dance his fingers on my sides when we hugged, and poke my belly. He would regularly do this right in front of other people, who were very much watching. It was so embarrassing, but I liked it, which embarrassed me even more. He would tease me while doing it too, like asking if I was ticklish. I remember getting butterflies in my stomach as I walked to that class, knowing he was going to tickle me in front of the whole class, but another part of me liked it and looked forward to it. I was too naive to pick up on the flirtatious aspect of what he was doing then, but I couldn't get over how much it made me nervous and how much I liked it. It never went beyond that but I would have been too shy to pursue it if I had known he was flirting. He also ended up getting a girlfriend closer to graduation. I wonder if he knew I liked that he was tickling me.
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