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This story, unlike my other deviations, is a retelling of things that actually happened when I was growing up. I have changed the girl’s name and written the story so as not to reveal my own. I’m posting this because of a conversation I had with :icongotanda: about some ticklish memories of attending an all-girl school.
His pic located at http://fav.me/d9qsnu7 made me recall this story as it demonstrated one of many things the girl I will call "Hillary" did...
Looking back on it…this is probably the first Ler I encountered:wub…..and remembering it still makes me giggly! :blush LOL!
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"Come here.”, Hillary pointed to a pillow on the ground.
“Wh…why?”, I answered nervously.
She smirked, “Just do it!”
I lay down where she told me to, thinking it kind of strange that all the other girls were choosing wherever they wanted to sit, but I was being told where to go. But I wanted to get on with seeing, “The Little Mermaid”, so I joined the other kids as we got ready for the nighttime part of our slumber party.
Hillary, who was already nearly twice my height, sat behind me as the movie began.
I figured she knew she was taller, so was wasn’t wanting to block the TV.
But as soon as the movie began, I felt my feet pulled into her lap, her legs pining them there as she began to slowly...slowly...soooo excruciatingly slowly, dance her nails across the soles of my feet, making me let out a squeal.
“Sssshhhhhhh…..use the pillow.”, she told me in a demanding tone.
The other girls turned up the tv volume to block out my giggles as Hillary dug between toes, drew lines across my arches, dancing her fingers lightly at times, to digging in to purposely making a stroke as long an unbearable as possible…..and she kept it up all the way past when the mermaid had her secret stash of human objects destroyed by Poseidon. By then, I wasn’t able to do anything but laugh in great waves of silent laughter with tears falling down my face into the pillow…
She was suddenly on top of me then, her hands tickling between my thighs, fingers digging into my sides and on up to my armpits, making me shriek with renewed laughter as I struggled to push her off, but instead she used her legs to keep my arms pinned as she lowered her face inches from mine to watch my panicked expressions as I shrieked with crazed laughter each time she tantalized my armpits…the smile growing wide across her face as she would find a spot or a stroke that obviously drove me to sheer desperation...exploiting it for all it was worth until I fell into silent laughter again….I squealed out her name, pleading, but she just laughed wickedly as the other girls cheered her on.
Then, without any warning, she attacked my tummy, making me wiggle every which way on the floor as I tossed my head back and screamed in silent laughter, tears flowing continuously down my now bright pink cheeks as she answered the parent who had come to the door, “No, we’re all doing well in here, Mrs……”, the whole time smirking down at me as I struggled to cry for help but couldn’t do anything other than laugh and laugh and laugh my head off while the parent walked away.
She then grabbed my legs, squeezing above the knees, but not moving off me so I could only lay on the ground, laughing from each squeeze…free to flail, but unable to escape…then giving me a mischievous smile, she reached behind my knees and began to tickle lightly…unbearably…there….dragging it out for multiple scenes of the movie as I struggled futily to push her off, to yank myself out.
Then, when she was satisfied that I was going to just keep laying there as I continued giggling quietly, she attacked my feet again, this time digging in like a musician, making me howl with laughter…and keeping it up for the next following movie…sometimes sitting on me, sometimes attacking me so that I felt like a rolly polly on my back, unable to do anything as armpits, sides, ribs, waist, tummy, thighs, calves, knees, and feet were ruthlessly toyed with until I was a sobbing pleading laughing mess….
When it came time for the lights to go out, she would sneak her way back over to my sleeping bag and begin her attack even worse this time….hands running over every ounce of ticklish skin they could find until I could only look up at her in the dark…the room barely lit enough for the tiniest of moonlight to come through the blinds…..her eyes and smile let me know she was insatiable and she would keep me in silent laughter until the morning light. You would think we would have both been like zombies, but she’d be enthused, finding any reason to grab me into her arms and send me into a tailspin of helpless laughter….if we had to fit into a packed car, she found a reason for us to end up beside each other in the back…..her fingers making their way around my waist to my tummy or to squeeze above my knee…. And such would be the weekend…and even in in between moments at school.
There, when we would pass in the hallway, she would look down at me from her full height, a smirk spreading about her face and whisper “You are mine! If you hide from me, I’ll only make it worse!”, and sure enough, when it was time for us to be on the playground, she would find me and my screams of laughter would merely blend into the cacophony of the other children.
Then as the years continued, playdates gave way to sleep overs following dances and movie nights. Whenever we were alone….it didn’t matter if some snarky rumor was going on or if our circles of friends were beginning to change….the minute we would pass each other in a hallway, she’d say in an exaggerated voice, “Well, hello….” While wiggling her fingers at me and sure enough at a sleepover after a dance arranged by parents, during which time we both had crushes on guys, she would surprise me by suddenly having snuck herself to my bed and began to tickle my tummy sides and feet, the two of us wrestling around in the bed as the other girls slept.
Overtime, other girls found it amusing and would initiate tickle attacks of their own…and I loved it....but none of them would have that secret glint in their eye that she did when she would make me laugh to tears again and again and again through the night.
Sadly, her family moved her to another school, so that was that.
But then, years later at a graduation party, I was walking through a large beautiful lawn in a private home when I heard a deep sexy female voice say, “Well hello, …….”, and turned to see her there, her make up now perfect, her body fitting the suit she wore perfectly as she strolled towards me, the stilettos making her already extremely tall athletic body even more imposing. She glanced at me with a serious look on her face.
“Oh! Hello, Hillary!”, I answered, “How are you?”
“Fine.”, she walked by me with an air of complete indifference, then turned back halfway around, saying my name in the demanding way she used to while shooting me a look out of the corner of her eyes, the smirk of our childhood days shinning brightly beneath her lipstick as she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at me, making me giggle unconsciously. A huge smile filled her face as she saw my reaction, chuckling to herself as she strolled away….
Now as a woman in my 30’s….I have bumped into her from time to time….she, like me, is married, we’re facebook friends and hardly talk at all…..our circles of friends, interests, political beliefs, etc all completely different as could be.
But whenever we do see each other, I still get teased by her deep insinuating voice saying, “Well, Helloooo….” As she waves to me with wiggling fingers, her eyes laughing at the blush that rushes to my cheeks and giggles that come up through my lips….others seem puzzled by it as I’m usually in a “boss” position, so not one to turn all girly and shy for any reason.
At one point I was wondering if I was letting my memory of things tease me, working it up beyond what it used to be. I managed to get my head on straight, so when we bumped into each other again, and she greeted me, I responded evenly in kind, not blushing, not giggling, but holding my own as others joined us in conversation. Halfway through the conversation I felt her staring at me, her eyes becoming intense the way they had when we were younger and I’d dared to try to keep the laughter inside.
There it was, the tiniest of disapproving head shakes conveying, “No.” as a secret smile crept across her lips.
I thought to myself, geez, you are really making something out of nothing.
After the conversation, I moved to the buffet and wasn’t there but for a few moments when I felt her behind me, “I don’t think you must have heard me. I said, 'Well Hellooo…’,” and then she brushed me ever so softly as she reached for her plate….
I don’t know what it was that she used….but it made me squeal with giggles…
“Oh! Pardon me there…”, she moved to my other side, adding something to her plate, then smirked, her eyes giving me that twinkle, “I didn’t mean to do that.”, then turning, brushed me again in a way that made me giggle again, “Or that either…”, she was really grinning now as she moved again to get one last thing, then walking past me brushed me in a way that me laugh out loud in a much more frantic way.
She walked out of the room then, poised, with the haughtiness that was expected of many in attendance...... but not before she shot me that "meet me at the playground" look over her shoulder that she'd given me for years and waved goodbye at me with wiggling fingers…
His pic located at http://fav.me/d9qsnu7 made me recall this story as it demonstrated one of many things the girl I will call "Hillary" did...
Looking back on it…this is probably the first Ler I encountered:wub…..and remembering it still makes me giggly! :blush LOL!
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"Come here.”, Hillary pointed to a pillow on the ground.
“Wh…why?”, I answered nervously.
She smirked, “Just do it!”
I lay down where she told me to, thinking it kind of strange that all the other girls were choosing wherever they wanted to sit, but I was being told where to go. But I wanted to get on with seeing, “The Little Mermaid”, so I joined the other kids as we got ready for the nighttime part of our slumber party.
Hillary, who was already nearly twice my height, sat behind me as the movie began.
I figured she knew she was taller, so was wasn’t wanting to block the TV.
But as soon as the movie began, I felt my feet pulled into her lap, her legs pining them there as she began to slowly...slowly...soooo excruciatingly slowly, dance her nails across the soles of my feet, making me let out a squeal.
“Sssshhhhhhh…..use the pillow.”, she told me in a demanding tone.
The other girls turned up the tv volume to block out my giggles as Hillary dug between toes, drew lines across my arches, dancing her fingers lightly at times, to digging in to purposely making a stroke as long an unbearable as possible…..and she kept it up all the way past when the mermaid had her secret stash of human objects destroyed by Poseidon. By then, I wasn’t able to do anything but laugh in great waves of silent laughter with tears falling down my face into the pillow…
She was suddenly on top of me then, her hands tickling between my thighs, fingers digging into my sides and on up to my armpits, making me shriek with renewed laughter as I struggled to push her off, but instead she used her legs to keep my arms pinned as she lowered her face inches from mine to watch my panicked expressions as I shrieked with crazed laughter each time she tantalized my armpits…the smile growing wide across her face as she would find a spot or a stroke that obviously drove me to sheer desperation...exploiting it for all it was worth until I fell into silent laughter again….I squealed out her name, pleading, but she just laughed wickedly as the other girls cheered her on.
Then, without any warning, she attacked my tummy, making me wiggle every which way on the floor as I tossed my head back and screamed in silent laughter, tears flowing continuously down my now bright pink cheeks as she answered the parent who had come to the door, “No, we’re all doing well in here, Mrs……”, the whole time smirking down at me as I struggled to cry for help but couldn’t do anything other than laugh and laugh and laugh my head off while the parent walked away.
She then grabbed my legs, squeezing above the knees, but not moving off me so I could only lay on the ground, laughing from each squeeze…free to flail, but unable to escape…then giving me a mischievous smile, she reached behind my knees and began to tickle lightly…unbearably…there….dragging it out for multiple scenes of the movie as I struggled futily to push her off, to yank myself out.
Then, when she was satisfied that I was going to just keep laying there as I continued giggling quietly, she attacked my feet again, this time digging in like a musician, making me howl with laughter…and keeping it up for the next following movie…sometimes sitting on me, sometimes attacking me so that I felt like a rolly polly on my back, unable to do anything as armpits, sides, ribs, waist, tummy, thighs, calves, knees, and feet were ruthlessly toyed with until I was a sobbing pleading laughing mess….
When it came time for the lights to go out, she would sneak her way back over to my sleeping bag and begin her attack even worse this time….hands running over every ounce of ticklish skin they could find until I could only look up at her in the dark…the room barely lit enough for the tiniest of moonlight to come through the blinds…..her eyes and smile let me know she was insatiable and she would keep me in silent laughter until the morning light. You would think we would have both been like zombies, but she’d be enthused, finding any reason to grab me into her arms and send me into a tailspin of helpless laughter….if we had to fit into a packed car, she found a reason for us to end up beside each other in the back…..her fingers making their way around my waist to my tummy or to squeeze above my knee…. And such would be the weekend…and even in in between moments at school.
There, when we would pass in the hallway, she would look down at me from her full height, a smirk spreading about her face and whisper “You are mine! If you hide from me, I’ll only make it worse!”, and sure enough, when it was time for us to be on the playground, she would find me and my screams of laughter would merely blend into the cacophony of the other children.
Then as the years continued, playdates gave way to sleep overs following dances and movie nights. Whenever we were alone….it didn’t matter if some snarky rumor was going on or if our circles of friends were beginning to change….the minute we would pass each other in a hallway, she’d say in an exaggerated voice, “Well, hello….” While wiggling her fingers at me and sure enough at a sleepover after a dance arranged by parents, during which time we both had crushes on guys, she would surprise me by suddenly having snuck herself to my bed and began to tickle my tummy sides and feet, the two of us wrestling around in the bed as the other girls slept.
Overtime, other girls found it amusing and would initiate tickle attacks of their own…and I loved it....but none of them would have that secret glint in their eye that she did when she would make me laugh to tears again and again and again through the night.
Sadly, her family moved her to another school, so that was that.
But then, years later at a graduation party, I was walking through a large beautiful lawn in a private home when I heard a deep sexy female voice say, “Well hello, …….”, and turned to see her there, her make up now perfect, her body fitting the suit she wore perfectly as she strolled towards me, the stilettos making her already extremely tall athletic body even more imposing. She glanced at me with a serious look on her face.
“Oh! Hello, Hillary!”, I answered, “How are you?”
“Fine.”, she walked by me with an air of complete indifference, then turned back halfway around, saying my name in the demanding way she used to while shooting me a look out of the corner of her eyes, the smirk of our childhood days shinning brightly beneath her lipstick as she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at me, making me giggle unconsciously. A huge smile filled her face as she saw my reaction, chuckling to herself as she strolled away….
Now as a woman in my 30’s….I have bumped into her from time to time….she, like me, is married, we’re facebook friends and hardly talk at all…..our circles of friends, interests, political beliefs, etc all completely different as could be.
But whenever we do see each other, I still get teased by her deep insinuating voice saying, “Well, Helloooo….” As she waves to me with wiggling fingers, her eyes laughing at the blush that rushes to my cheeks and giggles that come up through my lips….others seem puzzled by it as I’m usually in a “boss” position, so not one to turn all girly and shy for any reason.
At one point I was wondering if I was letting my memory of things tease me, working it up beyond what it used to be. I managed to get my head on straight, so when we bumped into each other again, and she greeted me, I responded evenly in kind, not blushing, not giggling, but holding my own as others joined us in conversation. Halfway through the conversation I felt her staring at me, her eyes becoming intense the way they had when we were younger and I’d dared to try to keep the laughter inside.
There it was, the tiniest of disapproving head shakes conveying, “No.” as a secret smile crept across her lips.
I thought to myself, geez, you are really making something out of nothing.
After the conversation, I moved to the buffet and wasn’t there but for a few moments when I felt her behind me, “I don’t think you must have heard me. I said, 'Well Hellooo…’,” and then she brushed me ever so softly as she reached for her plate….
I don’t know what it was that she used….but it made me squeal with giggles…
“Oh! Pardon me there…”, she moved to my other side, adding something to her plate, then smirked, her eyes giving me that twinkle, “I didn’t mean to do that.”, then turning, brushed me again in a way that made me giggle again, “Or that either…”, she was really grinning now as she moved again to get one last thing, then walking past me brushed me in a way that me laugh out loud in a much more frantic way.
She walked out of the room then, poised, with the haughtiness that was expected of many in attendance...... but not before she shot me that "meet me at the playground" look over her shoulder that she'd given me for years and waved goodbye at me with wiggling fingers…
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