Eveline f/f
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Hi, i am eveline and this is my first story posted.
So be gentle
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I am from belgium so dont mind the errors in the story.
Hope you will enjoy it as much as i did in real life.
This story plays back a couple of years ago, when I was a 13 year old girl.
I played a lot with my friend who was in class with me.
Her name was Laura.
Just like me she was a little brat.
Guess that is why I like her J.
She would come to my home all the time, watching TV, listening to music,… you get the idea.
She always wearied boots , nothing but boots , boots and boots.
Myself wasn’t in the Punk stage yet so I usually wear casual clothes.
But I liked her clothes very much, the boots especially.
I had always the urge to get a look of her bare feet , but I just couldn’t get it done.
She never took them off, not even when my mom asked her if she would.
Maybe her feet are extremely ticklish: I presumed.
Anyway I wanted to find that out one day or another.
One day we were watching TV again.
She had this cute shirt on with the British flag on it and baggy pants.
Once again she was wearing those nice black boots and some nice pink fluffy knee socks.
She just pops herself on my bed with her dirty boots on the bed.
I asked her if she could get her feet off of my bed or take her boots out.
She then took of her boots.
Dammit, another shot missed: I thought.
We watched to movie , well watched it, I couldn’t help myself by staring at her boots all the time.
My mom entered the room and asked if Laura wanted to stay.
She could even sleep next to me.
First she hesitated but she agreed.
I was soooo happy. At last I could see her bare footsies and find out how ticklish they were.
Later on the day it was sleeping time, finally.
The idea of me tickling Laura her bare feet were driving me crazy.
She was laying next to me in my bed (don’t get the wrong idea here guys )
I still couldn’t get a nice look of her feet cause she pulled her boots off in a sec and immediately putted them under the blankets.
But this time I was sure I was gonna tickle them.
I lay in the other direction, so my head was next to here bare feet.
When she asked my why I did that I told her that the smell of her breath was too much for me.
She told me that the smell of her feet weren’t much better either.
I told her that she didn’t dare to hold her feet close to me.
Well you can guess what happened next.
She putted one of her feet up close to me, but I was one step ahead and grabbed the foot.
When she asked my what the hell I was doing I answered her question with a little poke in her arch.
She shrieks immediately and started to pull her foot away, but I had it in my grasp.
She had very cute feet, size 7 and very pink, like she never walked on them bare.
Maybe that was a fact.
Maybe I was the first person who did touch her feet.
Anyway I kept stroking her arch with my fingernails up and down up and down.
She went berserk I tell you, luckily my parents were downstairs and couldn’t hear it.
Then I paid her heels a visit, wriggling my fingers all over it and still holding her foot.
After that the toe pads were next, just before I gave some extra attention on her cute tootsies.
Wiggling between them and tickling under them I just felled like a baby girl in a candy store.
Looks like this was her ticklish spot, cause she laughed her ass off.
Poor hun.
After a couple of minutes I stopped.
She was still catching air and even asked me why I stopped.
Seems like it that she liked it very much, I was indeed one of the first persons who did touch her feet, and she didn’t realized it could be that much fun.
After that scenario we played some more times J
I eventually become a punk myself.
I created a tickle fetish and she created a punk.
Live is full suprises.
THE END.
Hope you liked it.
If you did maybe some stories will folow.
Bye
So be gentle
.I am from belgium so dont mind the errors in the story
.Hope you will enjoy it as much as i did in real life.
This story plays back a couple of years ago, when I was a 13 year old girl.
I played a lot with my friend who was in class with me.
Her name was Laura.
Just like me she was a little brat.
Guess that is why I like her J.
She would come to my home all the time, watching TV, listening to music,… you get the idea.
She always wearied boots , nothing but boots , boots and boots.
Myself wasn’t in the Punk stage yet so I usually wear casual clothes.
But I liked her clothes very much, the boots especially.
I had always the urge to get a look of her bare feet , but I just couldn’t get it done.
She never took them off, not even when my mom asked her if she would.
Maybe her feet are extremely ticklish: I presumed.
Anyway I wanted to find that out one day or another.
One day we were watching TV again.
She had this cute shirt on with the British flag on it and baggy pants.
Once again she was wearing those nice black boots and some nice pink fluffy knee socks.
She just pops herself on my bed with her dirty boots on the bed.
I asked her if she could get her feet off of my bed or take her boots out.
She then took of her boots.
Dammit, another shot missed: I thought.
We watched to movie , well watched it, I couldn’t help myself by staring at her boots all the time.
My mom entered the room and asked if Laura wanted to stay.
She could even sleep next to me.
First she hesitated but she agreed.
I was soooo happy. At last I could see her bare footsies and find out how ticklish they were.
Later on the day it was sleeping time, finally.
The idea of me tickling Laura her bare feet were driving me crazy.
She was laying next to me in my bed (don’t get the wrong idea here guys
)I still couldn’t get a nice look of her feet cause she pulled her boots off in a sec and immediately putted them under the blankets.
But this time I was sure I was gonna tickle them.
I lay in the other direction, so my head was next to here bare feet.
When she asked my why I did that I told her that the smell of her breath was too much for me
.She told me that the smell of her feet weren’t much better either.
I told her that she didn’t dare to hold her feet close to me.
Well you can guess what happened next.
She putted one of her feet up close to me, but I was one step ahead and grabbed the foot.
When she asked my what the hell I was doing I answered her question with a little poke in her arch.
She shrieks immediately and started to pull her foot away, but I had it in my grasp.
She had very cute feet, size 7 and very pink, like she never walked on them bare.
Maybe that was a fact.
Maybe I was the first person who did touch her feet.
Anyway I kept stroking her arch with my fingernails up and down up and down.
She went berserk I tell you, luckily my parents were downstairs and couldn’t hear it.
Then I paid her heels a visit, wriggling my fingers all over it and still holding her foot.
After that the toe pads were next, just before I gave some extra attention on her cute tootsies.
Wiggling between them and tickling under them I just felled like a baby girl in a candy store.
Looks like this was her ticklish spot, cause she laughed her ass off.
Poor hun.
After a couple of minutes I stopped.
She was still catching air and even asked me why I stopped.
Seems like it that she liked it very much, I was indeed one of the first persons who did touch her feet, and she didn’t realized it could be that much fun.
After that scenario we played some more times J
I eventually become a punk myself.
I created a tickle fetish and she created a punk.
Live is full suprises.
THE END.
Hope you liked it.
If you did maybe some stories will folow.
Bye
Spanish is evil...anyways, yeah terrific story! ^_^
