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Tatiana, or Tati, as her friends called her, walked teasingly down the hall. She passed by the boys locker room wearing a short frilled red skirt and a tight, sleeveless blue shirt. Her golden blonde hair lay neatly brushed and her smile sparkled. Much to the delight of the lacrosse team who just finished practice. After an exerting two hours of sweat and heat the sight of a beautiful girl in a short skirt was wonderful. Especially to Chad, her boyfriend, and the captain of the team.
"Hey Tati!" He called to her as she walked pass.
She leaned back in, "Oh hey Chad, how was practice?"
"The usual. What are you doing here so late after school?" He inquired.
"Yearbook polls," she said as she held up the stack in her hands.
Cal, one of the taller defensemen on the team, grabbed one of the sheets from the stack.
"What movie makes you cry? Do you believe in true love?" Cal laughed, "What kind of questions are these?"
Tati grabbed the paper back angrily, "It's a sensitivity poll, something which you obviously know nothing about," she sassed back.
The entire team laughed and Cal took a seat.
"Hey Tati, i know what your most sensitive about," Chad had a strange tone to his voice.
"What do you-," she was cut off as Chad lunged at her and dug his fingers into her sides.
The beautiful blonde erupted with laughter and collapsed into her boyfriend's arms as he continued to tickle her through her thin shirt.
"HahaheheheeehehC-chahahehehehsthhapahahaha!!" Tatiana wailed in laughter.
All the other boys grew silent yet they watched eagerly as the forbidden act of tickling took place. Although most would never dream of tickling a girl, they all longed to do it more than anything else. The thought lingered on their minds constantly.
Chad moved his fingers up slightly and began to lobster-claw her ribs. The shirt offered little protection as it clung tightly to her body and her stack of papers flew to the ground as she tried desparately to protect her ticklish midsection. Her arms pinned to her sides only kept Chad's fingers in place as he dug deeper and Tati laughed uncontrollably.
Finally he stopped and he let his girlfriend fall gently to the locker room floor, still giggling.
"Dude," Cal finally broke the silence, "you tickled her!?"
"I know! Keep it down, but man, it was great, and she's sooo ticklish," Chad smiled, still glancing nervously behind his shoulder for some type of authority.
A dead silence followed save for Tati's soft breathing.
"C-can I try?" Cal asked timidly.
"Yeah, sure. Just don't tell anyone about this."
"No, please i can't handle any more tickling Chad, please." Tati begged.
"Don't worry baby, i'm not tickling you this time, Cal is!"
Chad then held his girlfriend's arms to the floor as Cal straddled her delicate waist.
His eyes scanned eagerly over her vulnerable upperbody, he couldn't decide which part to tickle first. The rest of the team formed a tight circle around the sight and watched hungrily.
Cal first pulled up her shirt and flipped it back behind her head, baring her entire upperbody. The only part still semi-protected were her ample breasts enlaced in a pink bra.
Her chest heaved up and down and her tummy muscles fluttered nervously.
"Here it goes," he said softly to himself.
Cal started by lightly gripping her bare sides, causing her to shriek in giggles, then he lightly fluttered them up and down, from her skirt to her bra strap. Cal's eyes ignited with a hidden flame of excitement as he tickled this beautiful girl. Everyone there in the locker room was caught up in joy of this tickling, save Tati. Her long hair thrashed back and forth as she whipped her head and screamed out in ticklish agony.
Cal then rested both palms on her flat, taunt abs, and just lay them there feeling her stomach rise up and down beneath his hands.
"P-plehehease Cal, no more, please!" Tati struggled to get her words out amidst the softness of his touch on her tummy.
But Cal showed no mercy and began to dig his fingers into her abs. It was as if an electric current had been shot into her body. Tati's back arched and she let loose a string of high-pitched laughter and giggles. Her entire body shook but Cal held steady.
"Hey, can i try?" CJ asked, a quick attack-men with blond hair asked.
"Yeah, hey grab that string over there." Chad ordered.
CJ brought over some old lacrosse head string, with both ends disraveled and fluffy. Then under Chad's instruction he removed her sandals and softly stroked her pink soles with the disraveled string. This, plus Cal's tummy tickling led Tati to a new level of ticklish she had never experienced. Chad was often to pin her down and tickle her when they were fooling around, but never had she had two ticklers at once!
CJ was delightfully entertained with dragging the string along and throughout her wiggling toes and using his free hand to scratch her soles. Cal had now moved to her underarms, making little circles in each with is pointer fingers. Only with Chad's strength and the weight of Cal on her waist was Tati held down. Her hips bucked violently beneath Cal and once or twice he would fall off, only to quickly get back on and resume tickling. But as time wore on her energy drained and she could do no more then lay there and laugh her head off. Cal soon discovered her bellybutton, and before going for the kill he teased her, lightly circling it with one finger. All the time using his other hand to play softly along her ribcage, making sure to get each one. Tati's breasts jiggled like mounds of jello as did the rest of her body. CJ busily flossed between her toes with the string and Cal concentrated on her tiny, innie bellybutton.
Suddenly Tati's laughter died down and she just lay there, still softly giggling. Chad knew this to be a sign that the tickling had gone too far.
"Okay guys, cut! That's too much." Chad ordered.
Cal and CJ obeyed and got off of the sensitive blonde, allowing her to slowly recover her breath. She finally sat up and pulled her shirt back over.
"Sorry 'bout that babe, guess we got carried away," Chad apologized and kissed her.
Just as he got up he ran a finger up her side and smiled.
"That's not funny!" Tatiana then gathered her papers and sandals and left.
Just when she left all the boys erupted into talk.
"Holy shit man, she is ticklish!"
"Did you see her go crazy when you got her under her arms?"
"Good call with the string Chad,"
"Boy those feet looked ticklish!"
"Trust me, they were!"
"Not as ticklish as her tummy, she went nuts there!"
"Yeah man, she had some nice abs."
"Quiet!" Chad broke their endless string of comments.
"Listen, the coach might still be around, if he heard us talking 'bout this we'd all have a date with the dean!"
The fear of the dean overcame their excitement of the earlier tickling and they quickly changed the subject.
Even though they now talked of sports, last week's game, and school, every single guy in that locker room still had one thing on his mind; the tickling.
The End
"Hey Tati!" He called to her as she walked pass.
She leaned back in, "Oh hey Chad, how was practice?"
"The usual. What are you doing here so late after school?" He inquired.
"Yearbook polls," she said as she held up the stack in her hands.
Cal, one of the taller defensemen on the team, grabbed one of the sheets from the stack.
"What movie makes you cry? Do you believe in true love?" Cal laughed, "What kind of questions are these?"
Tati grabbed the paper back angrily, "It's a sensitivity poll, something which you obviously know nothing about," she sassed back.
The entire team laughed and Cal took a seat.
"Hey Tati, i know what your most sensitive about," Chad had a strange tone to his voice.
"What do you-," she was cut off as Chad lunged at her and dug his fingers into her sides.
The beautiful blonde erupted with laughter and collapsed into her boyfriend's arms as he continued to tickle her through her thin shirt.
"HahaheheheeehehC-chahahehehehsthhapahahaha!!" Tatiana wailed in laughter.
All the other boys grew silent yet they watched eagerly as the forbidden act of tickling took place. Although most would never dream of tickling a girl, they all longed to do it more than anything else. The thought lingered on their minds constantly.
Chad moved his fingers up slightly and began to lobster-claw her ribs. The shirt offered little protection as it clung tightly to her body and her stack of papers flew to the ground as she tried desparately to protect her ticklish midsection. Her arms pinned to her sides only kept Chad's fingers in place as he dug deeper and Tati laughed uncontrollably.
Finally he stopped and he let his girlfriend fall gently to the locker room floor, still giggling.
"Dude," Cal finally broke the silence, "you tickled her!?"
"I know! Keep it down, but man, it was great, and she's sooo ticklish," Chad smiled, still glancing nervously behind his shoulder for some type of authority.
A dead silence followed save for Tati's soft breathing.
"C-can I try?" Cal asked timidly.
"Yeah, sure. Just don't tell anyone about this."
"No, please i can't handle any more tickling Chad, please." Tati begged.
"Don't worry baby, i'm not tickling you this time, Cal is!"
Chad then held his girlfriend's arms to the floor as Cal straddled her delicate waist.
His eyes scanned eagerly over her vulnerable upperbody, he couldn't decide which part to tickle first. The rest of the team formed a tight circle around the sight and watched hungrily.
Cal first pulled up her shirt and flipped it back behind her head, baring her entire upperbody. The only part still semi-protected were her ample breasts enlaced in a pink bra.
Her chest heaved up and down and her tummy muscles fluttered nervously.
"Here it goes," he said softly to himself.
Cal started by lightly gripping her bare sides, causing her to shriek in giggles, then he lightly fluttered them up and down, from her skirt to her bra strap. Cal's eyes ignited with a hidden flame of excitement as he tickled this beautiful girl. Everyone there in the locker room was caught up in joy of this tickling, save Tati. Her long hair thrashed back and forth as she whipped her head and screamed out in ticklish agony.
Cal then rested both palms on her flat, taunt abs, and just lay them there feeling her stomach rise up and down beneath his hands.
"P-plehehease Cal, no more, please!" Tati struggled to get her words out amidst the softness of his touch on her tummy.
But Cal showed no mercy and began to dig his fingers into her abs. It was as if an electric current had been shot into her body. Tati's back arched and she let loose a string of high-pitched laughter and giggles. Her entire body shook but Cal held steady.
"Hey, can i try?" CJ asked, a quick attack-men with blond hair asked.
"Yeah, hey grab that string over there." Chad ordered.
CJ brought over some old lacrosse head string, with both ends disraveled and fluffy. Then under Chad's instruction he removed her sandals and softly stroked her pink soles with the disraveled string. This, plus Cal's tummy tickling led Tati to a new level of ticklish she had never experienced. Chad was often to pin her down and tickle her when they were fooling around, but never had she had two ticklers at once!
CJ was delightfully entertained with dragging the string along and throughout her wiggling toes and using his free hand to scratch her soles. Cal had now moved to her underarms, making little circles in each with is pointer fingers. Only with Chad's strength and the weight of Cal on her waist was Tati held down. Her hips bucked violently beneath Cal and once or twice he would fall off, only to quickly get back on and resume tickling. But as time wore on her energy drained and she could do no more then lay there and laugh her head off. Cal soon discovered her bellybutton, and before going for the kill he teased her, lightly circling it with one finger. All the time using his other hand to play softly along her ribcage, making sure to get each one. Tati's breasts jiggled like mounds of jello as did the rest of her body. CJ busily flossed between her toes with the string and Cal concentrated on her tiny, innie bellybutton.
Suddenly Tati's laughter died down and she just lay there, still softly giggling. Chad knew this to be a sign that the tickling had gone too far.
"Okay guys, cut! That's too much." Chad ordered.
Cal and CJ obeyed and got off of the sensitive blonde, allowing her to slowly recover her breath. She finally sat up and pulled her shirt back over.
"Sorry 'bout that babe, guess we got carried away," Chad apologized and kissed her.
Just as he got up he ran a finger up her side and smiled.
"That's not funny!" Tatiana then gathered her papers and sandals and left.
Just when she left all the boys erupted into talk.
"Holy shit man, she is ticklish!"
"Did you see her go crazy when you got her under her arms?"
"Good call with the string Chad,"
"Boy those feet looked ticklish!"
"Trust me, they were!"
"Not as ticklish as her tummy, she went nuts there!"
"Yeah man, she had some nice abs."
"Quiet!" Chad broke their endless string of comments.
"Listen, the coach might still be around, if he heard us talking 'bout this we'd all have a date with the dean!"
The fear of the dean overcame their excitement of the earlier tickling and they quickly changed the subject.
Even though they now talked of sports, last week's game, and school, every single guy in that locker room still had one thing on his mind; the tickling.
The End
