tickledcrazy
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Jenny was a friend of mine in high school. She was very attractive and had a great build and redish, almost strawberry hair. We never dated and were just pretty close. We had the same lunch schedule and would sit at the same table with other friends. Jenny came in and sat down. She was angry over something so she wasn't talking much. The table we were at was round and she sat down facing me and put her feet up in an empty chair directly next to where I was sitting and between our friend Anne and me. Jenny was wearing a button up pink shirt, dress slacks and black slip on shoes. She was also wearing nylons that were pale pink in color to match her shirt.
We sat for a while and Jenny just looked really upset. Wanting to cheer her up I did something that I never dreamed I'd have the chance to do with her. On the premise that she had something on her shoe, I reached over and took her left shoe off. She seemed startled by this. I quickly picked up a napkin and started to wipe the bottom of the shoe telling her that there was something on it. As she settled back in her chair I made a motion to put her shoe back on and ran the top of the heel area of it down her sole. She jumped and demanded her shoe back telling me she wasn't in the mood for games. I would change that!
I dropped the shoe on the floor and grabbed her ankle. Because neither of her feet were on the floor, she couldn't even push away. I started scrabbling my fingers over the smooth, pink fabric of her nylons. She tried to pull away and tell me to stop but she was apparently very ticklish and she couldn't speak. She was laughing really hard and she threw her head back and forth. Her laughter began to sound like gasps and her face got really red. Anne, who was on the opposite side of the empty chair grabbed Jenny's right ankle and stripped her foot of the shoe. She then started to tickle Jenny's right foot. I totally did not expect that but used the opportunity to my advantage. We continued our attack on Jenny's feet occasionally giving her time to catch her breath but then starting again with a renewed vigor. This went on for about ten minutes until the bell rang for us to leave the cafeteria. We gave Jenny back her shoes and she continued to try to catch her breath. I asked if she was in the mood for games now. She smiled, gave me a playful punch in the arm and went on to her next class. The unfortunate thing to come out of this whole incident, though, was that she never presented an opportunity like that to me again.
We sat for a while and Jenny just looked really upset. Wanting to cheer her up I did something that I never dreamed I'd have the chance to do with her. On the premise that she had something on her shoe, I reached over and took her left shoe off. She seemed startled by this. I quickly picked up a napkin and started to wipe the bottom of the shoe telling her that there was something on it. As she settled back in her chair I made a motion to put her shoe back on and ran the top of the heel area of it down her sole. She jumped and demanded her shoe back telling me she wasn't in the mood for games. I would change that!
I dropped the shoe on the floor and grabbed her ankle. Because neither of her feet were on the floor, she couldn't even push away. I started scrabbling my fingers over the smooth, pink fabric of her nylons. She tried to pull away and tell me to stop but she was apparently very ticklish and she couldn't speak. She was laughing really hard and she threw her head back and forth. Her laughter began to sound like gasps and her face got really red. Anne, who was on the opposite side of the empty chair grabbed Jenny's right ankle and stripped her foot of the shoe. She then started to tickle Jenny's right foot. I totally did not expect that but used the opportunity to my advantage. We continued our attack on Jenny's feet occasionally giving her time to catch her breath but then starting again with a renewed vigor. This went on for about ten minutes until the bell rang for us to leave the cafeteria. We gave Jenny back her shoes and she continued to try to catch her breath. I asked if she was in the mood for games now. She smiled, gave me a playful punch in the arm and went on to her next class. The unfortunate thing to come out of this whole incident, though, was that she never presented an opportunity like that to me again.
