Abellytickler1980
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This is one that happened in the same chemistry class that I spoke of before. I sat in the back of the room and the girl that was next to me was always stretching and her bellybutton was always showing (lucky me, huh?) Well, one day, we both got detention because of returning “late” from lunch. We were already in the room, but because our teacher (who was a fill-in for our regular teacher, who was out because of pregnancy) was on an ego trip and no one liked her anyways, she gave us detention.
ALRIGHT!!!! ON TO THE GOOD STUFF!!!!
When students got detention in her class, they had to clean the room for her while she went about her “business” which involved nothing more than harassing students that were still in the halls after school was out. Anyway, I cleaned papers out of the desks while she and the other girl in detention swept and cleaning the blackboards. It was a warm spring day outside and she was wearing a pair of capris and a belly revealing midriff shirt. So, the other girl (a goodie two-shoes) got to leave early, so that left us alone. I then knew what I had to do. She went over to the blackboard to start wiping it off. I walked casually over to her with the broom. She’s not that tall, so to get to the top of the board, she had to stretch up, which would leave even more of her belly, ribs, and sides exposed. I stood right behind her while she was cleaning the top of the board and I reached out and grabbed her sides. She “eeped”. The teacher was standing right outside so the goal was for her laughter not to be heard. I put my hands right in front of her on her belly right above the bellybutton and began to rub her stomach, which caused an abundance of silent laughter. She turned to me and mouthed, “Stop it!”, but I persisted. She tried to ignore me and continue cleaning, but wherever she went, I went. Eventually, she did finish the top part of the board, but before she could put her arms down, I stuck my hands in her armpits and started tickling there. She was making all kinds of faces and trying to get away from my tickling fingers, but no such luck. After a few minutes, I returned to her belly and planned to get into that bellybutton, but she pulled her shirt down and continued to wipe the board.
DO YOU THINK THAT DETOURED ME AT ALL?!
No way, I lifted her shirt up, inserted my hands under it and starting tickling her in the area right above the bellybutton. She was definitely losing it!!! I rubbed and massaged her tummy and she could not stand it! She started to crack and audible laughter started coming forth. Then, for the piece de resistance (pardon my French), I put my finger in her deep bellybutton. That was it!!!!! She started to laugh so loud that we were sure to be caught. Apparently, I was too caught up in the tickling and the delight of hearing her laughter that I just did not care. I lowered her to the floor and just went nuts on her oh so ticklish tummy. She was just a little chubby (and that’s my favorite kind of tummy to tickle) and I was working that fat. Monster-clawing, massaging, probing, I gave her the works for about 10 minutes. I then went into a raspberry on her and she screamed!!! Amazingly, no one came running in to see what was going on. Then, eventually I stopped and I check to see where the teacher was and lo and behold, she had gone home. I went over to help her up and to my surprise, she just smiled and said, “Thank you for cheering me up.” She kissed my cheek and I escorted her out. I had my hands around her waist and under her shirt so as to prolong the tickling, squeezing her sides until we got outside. She gave little giggles and was smiling all the way. I had not missed the bus, so we went our separate ways.
ALRIGHT!!!! ON TO THE GOOD STUFF!!!!
When students got detention in her class, they had to clean the room for her while she went about her “business” which involved nothing more than harassing students that were still in the halls after school was out. Anyway, I cleaned papers out of the desks while she and the other girl in detention swept and cleaning the blackboards. It was a warm spring day outside and she was wearing a pair of capris and a belly revealing midriff shirt. So, the other girl (a goodie two-shoes) got to leave early, so that left us alone. I then knew what I had to do. She went over to the blackboard to start wiping it off. I walked casually over to her with the broom. She’s not that tall, so to get to the top of the board, she had to stretch up, which would leave even more of her belly, ribs, and sides exposed. I stood right behind her while she was cleaning the top of the board and I reached out and grabbed her sides. She “eeped”. The teacher was standing right outside so the goal was for her laughter not to be heard. I put my hands right in front of her on her belly right above the bellybutton and began to rub her stomach, which caused an abundance of silent laughter. She turned to me and mouthed, “Stop it!”, but I persisted. She tried to ignore me and continue cleaning, but wherever she went, I went. Eventually, she did finish the top part of the board, but before she could put her arms down, I stuck my hands in her armpits and started tickling there. She was making all kinds of faces and trying to get away from my tickling fingers, but no such luck. After a few minutes, I returned to her belly and planned to get into that bellybutton, but she pulled her shirt down and continued to wipe the board.
DO YOU THINK THAT DETOURED ME AT ALL?!
No way, I lifted her shirt up, inserted my hands under it and starting tickling her in the area right above the bellybutton. She was definitely losing it!!! I rubbed and massaged her tummy and she could not stand it! She started to crack and audible laughter started coming forth. Then, for the piece de resistance (pardon my French), I put my finger in her deep bellybutton. That was it!!!!! She started to laugh so loud that we were sure to be caught. Apparently, I was too caught up in the tickling and the delight of hearing her laughter that I just did not care. I lowered her to the floor and just went nuts on her oh so ticklish tummy. She was just a little chubby (and that’s my favorite kind of tummy to tickle) and I was working that fat. Monster-clawing, massaging, probing, I gave her the works for about 10 minutes. I then went into a raspberry on her and she screamed!!! Amazingly, no one came running in to see what was going on. Then, eventually I stopped and I check to see where the teacher was and lo and behold, she had gone home. I went over to help her up and to my surprise, she just smiled and said, “Thank you for cheering me up.” She kissed my cheek and I escorted her out. I had my hands around her waist and under her shirt so as to prolong the tickling, squeezing her sides until we got outside. She gave little giggles and was smiling all the way. I had not missed the bus, so we went our separate ways.
