I will say first and foremost that these tales I'm gon tell are 100% true and will be as detailed as my fantastic memory can provide.
Bout 7 years ago, we had to move back to our original hometown and had to start the high school thing all over again. I was an athlete so it was easier for me to fit in. my sister didn't really care bout fittin in and made friends when the opportunity came. she would come across a future friend, who I'll call "Kat", who became more of an acquaintance than friend but I could tell she was interested in me. we were only 2 yrs apart but I was about to hit 18 and I wasn't EVEN bout to go that route. yeah she was cute, with vanilla-creamy skin, light brown straight shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, winnin smile, and had a nice bottle shape. C cups, flat GORGEOUS stomach, and had hips and calfed legs and thick thighs wit a lil bit of a booty. @ the time I didn't know bout her feet tho. on to the story...we kept it friendly for a while then I went to away to college. the first summer I came home I worked and didn't see her round town the whole summer. however, next summer it was completely different. I went to sonic on my lunch break and there she was, at the window givin me my order. after a small, re-unitin convo she came across an interestin fact, "You know I'm 18 now right?" *DING* "o for real?" was my reply, not tryin to seem too eager. so I got her phone number and she got mine so we chatted it up for a couple days. well one evenin she asked me why I hadn't come over to her place yet. I told her I didn't know if her parents, she still stayed wit her parents yes, would want me comin over there flirtin with daddy's lil girl. "they won't care, they wanna meet you." shit...so I aint have much choice but fuck it. "if they dont like me we gon be rasslin you know that right?" "boy please, I'll whoop you." then I snuck in the magic statement, "if you was whoopin me I'd jus cheat and tickle you." "........" was the response. so I asked str8 out, "are you ticklish?" "I'm VERY ticklish." BINGO! so I thought, 'fuck it, meetin her parents be worth it if I got to tickle the hell outta her.' so I asked if I could come by the next day, which of course she said yes. get to the house, and we watch tv, talk shit to each other, even wrestle around for a lil bit then *creaaaak* in walks in Kat's daddy b4 I even get to poke her rib. went over real well, met her pops and her mama and what do they do? went right to their bedroom for the rest of the time I was there. so me n Kat continue wrestlin on her couch in the livin room, which is right on the wall next to her parents bedroom, and I snuck one in on one of her smooth, perfect armpits. it was kinda the obvious first choic because she wore a white wife-beater with faded blue jean shorts and ankle socks. "eeek! dont do that, I'm ticklish!" so I say, "OK, I wont do it no more," then I pinned against one of the arms of the couch and started ticklin her sides all over. she tried defendin herself by slappin me wherever she could then she tried to push my hands away which the ticklin sapped ALL her energy so she resorted to just clutchin her arms to her sides. she had a deeper girl laugh cuz we're in the South after all and she was a country girl. imagine Jacklyn Lick laughin about 2 octaves higher without the cacklin and that would be Kat's laugh. I couldn't tickle her for more than bout 2 mins cuz she would start coughin so I let up...for a lil while, til she gained her breath of course. after some more flirtin and shit-talkin, I started lookin at her feet which still had the ankle socks. "you prolly have ugly feet, that's why you still have your socks on." "whatever! my feet are pretty. *takes off ankle socks*" I'll be damned if she didn't have some of the cutest toes I ever laid my eyes on. she wore a size 6 and her toes weren't long, in descending order, and slightly curled (which held a surprise) and red-painted toenails and she had moderate arches and soft lookin soles. so ya'll know what I was plannin next: get those feet right? so she wiggled right foot around my left knee and asked, "you think my feet are pretty?" "they kinda cute I guess," I lied. so she made a disappointed "hmph" sound and began to lower her foot to which I asked, "lemme see em again." and I softly grabbed her ankle and began to bring up to my lap. she must have read my mind cuz she began to resist and reached towards her foot while gettin a big smile on her face, knowin what was comin next. when I touched her INCREDIBLY SOFT soles she started slappin me HELLA hard on the shoulder and the top of the head but I jus kept scribblin my fingers on the bottom of her right foot to which she let out the greatest belly laugh I've ever heard, in person. the slappin only lasted for maybe 5 seconds because she tried to cover the bottom of her foot so I wrapped my left arm around her ankle and kept ticklin which she tugged at my arm but I wasn't lettin go, just kept on ticklin. while she guffawed and begged "PLEASE! STOP IT! MY FEET ARE MY MOST TICKLISH PLACE!" so she tried to get away from me by gettin on the floor and crawlin away. I didn't wanna harm her ankle so I went back to holdin her ankle with my left hand and ticklin with my right. her back was to the floor and she was tryin to push away by her hands and her other free leg n foot but she wasn't movin, jus steady laughin and beggin. so I switched it up and grabbed her right foot and tickled away at it for a while to which garnered the statement, "IT TICKLES MORE WHEN YOU SWITCH FEET!" she was turnin beet-red from laughin so hard and began to cough so I knew the time was up. she didnt seem to mind the tickle torture I jus put her through though. "whoo, I haven't been tickled that good in a long time." shortly thereater I had to head home so we hugged n she said to call her later n went on my way. but as I left to get to my car I knew I had my first tickle-buddy
Thus ends Ch. I of My Tickle Tales...stay tuned for...
Ch. II--Kat introduces me to a friend of hers
Bout 7 years ago, we had to move back to our original hometown and had to start the high school thing all over again. I was an athlete so it was easier for me to fit in. my sister didn't really care bout fittin in and made friends when the opportunity came. she would come across a future friend, who I'll call "Kat", who became more of an acquaintance than friend but I could tell she was interested in me. we were only 2 yrs apart but I was about to hit 18 and I wasn't EVEN bout to go that route. yeah she was cute, with vanilla-creamy skin, light brown straight shoulder length hair, bright blue eyes, winnin smile, and had a nice bottle shape. C cups, flat GORGEOUS stomach, and had hips and calfed legs and thick thighs wit a lil bit of a booty. @ the time I didn't know bout her feet tho. on to the story...we kept it friendly for a while then I went to away to college. the first summer I came home I worked and didn't see her round town the whole summer. however, next summer it was completely different. I went to sonic on my lunch break and there she was, at the window givin me my order. after a small, re-unitin convo she came across an interestin fact, "You know I'm 18 now right?" *DING* "o for real?" was my reply, not tryin to seem too eager. so I got her phone number and she got mine so we chatted it up for a couple days. well one evenin she asked me why I hadn't come over to her place yet. I told her I didn't know if her parents, she still stayed wit her parents yes, would want me comin over there flirtin with daddy's lil girl. "they won't care, they wanna meet you." shit...so I aint have much choice but fuck it. "if they dont like me we gon be rasslin you know that right?" "boy please, I'll whoop you." then I snuck in the magic statement, "if you was whoopin me I'd jus cheat and tickle you." "........" was the response. so I asked str8 out, "are you ticklish?" "I'm VERY ticklish." BINGO! so I thought, 'fuck it, meetin her parents be worth it if I got to tickle the hell outta her.' so I asked if I could come by the next day, which of course she said yes. get to the house, and we watch tv, talk shit to each other, even wrestle around for a lil bit then *creaaaak* in walks in Kat's daddy b4 I even get to poke her rib. went over real well, met her pops and her mama and what do they do? went right to their bedroom for the rest of the time I was there. so me n Kat continue wrestlin on her couch in the livin room, which is right on the wall next to her parents bedroom, and I snuck one in on one of her smooth, perfect armpits. it was kinda the obvious first choic because she wore a white wife-beater with faded blue jean shorts and ankle socks. "eeek! dont do that, I'm ticklish!" so I say, "OK, I wont do it no more," then I pinned against one of the arms of the couch and started ticklin her sides all over. she tried defendin herself by slappin me wherever she could then she tried to push my hands away which the ticklin sapped ALL her energy so she resorted to just clutchin her arms to her sides. she had a deeper girl laugh cuz we're in the South after all and she was a country girl. imagine Jacklyn Lick laughin about 2 octaves higher without the cacklin and that would be Kat's laugh. I couldn't tickle her for more than bout 2 mins cuz she would start coughin so I let up...for a lil while, til she gained her breath of course. after some more flirtin and shit-talkin, I started lookin at her feet which still had the ankle socks. "you prolly have ugly feet, that's why you still have your socks on." "whatever! my feet are pretty. *takes off ankle socks*" I'll be damned if she didn't have some of the cutest toes I ever laid my eyes on. she wore a size 6 and her toes weren't long, in descending order, and slightly curled (which held a surprise) and red-painted toenails and she had moderate arches and soft lookin soles. so ya'll know what I was plannin next: get those feet right? so she wiggled right foot around my left knee and asked, "you think my feet are pretty?" "they kinda cute I guess," I lied. so she made a disappointed "hmph" sound and began to lower her foot to which I asked, "lemme see em again." and I softly grabbed her ankle and began to bring up to my lap. she must have read my mind cuz she began to resist and reached towards her foot while gettin a big smile on her face, knowin what was comin next. when I touched her INCREDIBLY SOFT soles she started slappin me HELLA hard on the shoulder and the top of the head but I jus kept scribblin my fingers on the bottom of her right foot to which she let out the greatest belly laugh I've ever heard, in person. the slappin only lasted for maybe 5 seconds because she tried to cover the bottom of her foot so I wrapped my left arm around her ankle and kept ticklin which she tugged at my arm but I wasn't lettin go, just kept on ticklin. while she guffawed and begged "PLEASE! STOP IT! MY FEET ARE MY MOST TICKLISH PLACE!" so she tried to get away from me by gettin on the floor and crawlin away. I didn't wanna harm her ankle so I went back to holdin her ankle with my left hand and ticklin with my right. her back was to the floor and she was tryin to push away by her hands and her other free leg n foot but she wasn't movin, jus steady laughin and beggin. so I switched it up and grabbed her right foot and tickled away at it for a while to which garnered the statement, "IT TICKLES MORE WHEN YOU SWITCH FEET!" she was turnin beet-red from laughin so hard and began to cough so I knew the time was up. she didnt seem to mind the tickle torture I jus put her through though. "whoo, I haven't been tickled that good in a long time." shortly thereater I had to head home so we hugged n she said to call her later n went on my way. but as I left to get to my car I knew I had my first tickle-buddy
Thus ends Ch. I of My Tickle Tales...stay tuned for...
Ch. II--Kat introduces me to a friend of hers
