Tickle-ist1
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Sorry for the wait.....I....fell.....yeah, that's what happened.....
But anyway, now on to the story:
Her toes were wiggling with anticipation as I began to stroke one of the bottoms of her feet. Like I said before, I was going to take it slow because 1) I didn't want her to pull away, yelp loudly, and have me be embarrassed and 2) I wanted to enjoy this. And let me tell you, I was.
As I rhythmically duplicated a "come hither" motion on her sole, I looked up at my dirty-blond, nicely-toned, jean-wearing friend to see that she was concentrating more on her feet than I was. However, the difference between she and I was that she had the a grin from ear to ear and grabbing her chair, trying her hardest not to laugh.
Now I don't know about you, reader, but watching a girl resisting laughter by tickling is something I highly value. As I continued to torture her feet her eyes would continually dart back and forth from her feet to my own eyes, trying to tell me that I was killing her.
"Are you making it?" I whispered, still tickling. She nodded, because she dared not trying to speak unless she wanted to giggle first.
"Good," I whispered again. "Just trying to keep your feet straight in the hair and don't move, ok? I'm going to tickle you a little harder, now." I, at that point, stopped with the one finger to give her a 15 second rest (hey, she deserved it), all the while thinking of the killer situation I was in.
Looking around, I saw that I attracted no attention; everyone was still fixated on the movie, so after I concluded that it was time again I pulled her toes back with one hand and used all of my fingers on the other hand to slowly tickle both the bottoms of her feet.
As soon as I did this she suddenly let out a small gasp, not realizing that the tickling had commenced again. We both looked around to see if the gig was up and I would lose my "tickle high", but thank the lord no one turned around.
I returned to the tickling, and this time I explored every part of her soles. From the heels to the arches to the top of the balls of her feet, I scratched every part of her soles and traced a finger in every design I could think of. I think the best part was her reaction: she was biting her lip and squinting her eyes, trying her hardest to not let any laugh slip out.
When the movie was finally over and the lights turned on, I quickly threw her bare feet off me in time for the teacher to dismiss the class for break (this was a 3 hour class, so sometime in the middle we were allowed a 15 minute period). At this time we both exited out the back of the class, where we usually have the a bench to ourselves to make conversation, or on this particular day the "post tickle talk." It went like this:
"Oh my god," she said, hitting my arm, "I can't believe you did that!"
"Hey, it worked, didn't it? You stayed focus."
"Barely! I was trying my ass off not to bust up laughing. I didn't even learn anything!"
"I learned something," I started to sarcastically say. "You have ticklish feet."
"Oh my god, my feet are soooo ticklish!" she exclaimed. (By the way, that was music to my ears) "I was dying! It's a good thing you didn't tickle me hard, I would have been laughing hysterically." (Again, music to my ears)
"Well," I said bashfully, "do you wanna try that now?"
"What? Tickle my feet again?!" She asked. (I swear, every time she said "tickle" or "ticklish" my heart skipped a beat) "Nooooo way, I'm going home. I've had enough tickling and geography for one day."
"But hey!" I interjected. "What about the rest of the class?" We had more than an hour and a half left, I wanted more.
"Take good notes for me," She said, smiling like she always tells me what to do and gets away with it.
"Take notes? You know that's going to cost you." And with that I glanced back down at her sandaled feet.
"Now what?"
At this point, I decided to grow some cajones and really tell her what it was going to cost her. "Next time we have a break, I'm going to tickle your feet. Hard. And don't think that you can not have these notes, cause we have a test in two weeks."
She thought long and hard about this demand, all the while I was praying that she said yes. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she gave me an answer.
"Fine, you can tickle me," she sighed. "But it'll be forever like in there."
"That's all I ask," I said. And that is why I am the luckiest kid in the world. We parted ways and I went back to class, getting ready to take the best notes of my life because 1) this was the first half of the week which meant 2) that I was going to see her again which meant 3) I was going to have what will become one of my greatest feet tickling experiences ever......
.....Life is good. I'm out, I'll write part 3 of this trilogy later.
But anyway, now on to the story:
Her toes were wiggling with anticipation as I began to stroke one of the bottoms of her feet. Like I said before, I was going to take it slow because 1) I didn't want her to pull away, yelp loudly, and have me be embarrassed and 2) I wanted to enjoy this. And let me tell you, I was.
As I rhythmically duplicated a "come hither" motion on her sole, I looked up at my dirty-blond, nicely-toned, jean-wearing friend to see that she was concentrating more on her feet than I was. However, the difference between she and I was that she had the a grin from ear to ear and grabbing her chair, trying her hardest not to laugh.
Now I don't know about you, reader, but watching a girl resisting laughter by tickling is something I highly value. As I continued to torture her feet her eyes would continually dart back and forth from her feet to my own eyes, trying to tell me that I was killing her.
"Are you making it?" I whispered, still tickling. She nodded, because she dared not trying to speak unless she wanted to giggle first.
"Good," I whispered again. "Just trying to keep your feet straight in the hair and don't move, ok? I'm going to tickle you a little harder, now." I, at that point, stopped with the one finger to give her a 15 second rest (hey, she deserved it), all the while thinking of the killer situation I was in.
Looking around, I saw that I attracted no attention; everyone was still fixated on the movie, so after I concluded that it was time again I pulled her toes back with one hand and used all of my fingers on the other hand to slowly tickle both the bottoms of her feet.
As soon as I did this she suddenly let out a small gasp, not realizing that the tickling had commenced again. We both looked around to see if the gig was up and I would lose my "tickle high", but thank the lord no one turned around.
I returned to the tickling, and this time I explored every part of her soles. From the heels to the arches to the top of the balls of her feet, I scratched every part of her soles and traced a finger in every design I could think of. I think the best part was her reaction: she was biting her lip and squinting her eyes, trying her hardest to not let any laugh slip out.
When the movie was finally over and the lights turned on, I quickly threw her bare feet off me in time for the teacher to dismiss the class for break (this was a 3 hour class, so sometime in the middle we were allowed a 15 minute period). At this time we both exited out the back of the class, where we usually have the a bench to ourselves to make conversation, or on this particular day the "post tickle talk." It went like this:
"Oh my god," she said, hitting my arm, "I can't believe you did that!"
"Hey, it worked, didn't it? You stayed focus."
"Barely! I was trying my ass off not to bust up laughing. I didn't even learn anything!"
"I learned something," I started to sarcastically say. "You have ticklish feet."
"Oh my god, my feet are soooo ticklish!" she exclaimed. (By the way, that was music to my ears) "I was dying! It's a good thing you didn't tickle me hard, I would have been laughing hysterically." (Again, music to my ears)
"Well," I said bashfully, "do you wanna try that now?"
"What? Tickle my feet again?!" She asked. (I swear, every time she said "tickle" or "ticklish" my heart skipped a beat) "Nooooo way, I'm going home. I've had enough tickling and geography for one day."
"But hey!" I interjected. "What about the rest of the class?" We had more than an hour and a half left, I wanted more.
"Take good notes for me," She said, smiling like she always tells me what to do and gets away with it.
"Take notes? You know that's going to cost you." And with that I glanced back down at her sandaled feet.
"Now what?"
At this point, I decided to grow some cajones and really tell her what it was going to cost her. "Next time we have a break, I'm going to tickle your feet. Hard. And don't think that you can not have these notes, cause we have a test in two weeks."
She thought long and hard about this demand, all the while I was praying that she said yes. Finally after what seemed like an eternity she gave me an answer.
"Fine, you can tickle me," she sighed. "But it'll be forever like in there."
"That's all I ask," I said. And that is why I am the luckiest kid in the world. We parted ways and I went back to class, getting ready to take the best notes of my life because 1) this was the first half of the week which meant 2) that I was going to see her again which meant 3) I was going to have what will become one of my greatest feet tickling experiences ever......
.....Life is good. I'm out, I'll write part 3 of this trilogy later.
