Hey, this is my first post here and first story. Tell me what you think. (be brutally honest-this is my first try)
And without further ado:
The Perfect Day Part 1: The Marching Fingers
It was a hot day, but not as much from sheer hear but humidity. For such is late summer down here. Now, this day was really "hot" and short shorts and many breaks were the order of the day and--for the flag corps, especially--a side order of barefeet. This actually is not suprisingly uncommon for the girls down here, but for the whole flag corps, it was unbelievable.
Now there was this one girl--long, blonde, hair and radiant, blue eyes--who would not ordinarially consider taking off her shoes let alone her socks, but this day was particularly hot; however, she did take off her shoes earlier, but the humidity was still too much as it tore through her thick, white, ankle socks. She couldn't take it anymore and she decided to take her socks off at the next break. The reasoning for her apprehension may seem odd--especially considering so many of her friends were doing it--but she didn't like the feel of the grass on her bare soles. It tickled and she was very ticklish, especially on her feet but also her stomach was rather sensitive. The heat was just too much, so she had to just put up with it.
She marched, twirled her flag, and practiced the show with all the other Marching band members. On and on the practicing went until finally a break. It seemed like forever and her feet were dying for some air and a cool breeze. She still felt apprehensive about making her feet so vulnerable. She then shirked off the notion of someone actually tickling her. "Ha impossible," she taught. Well, she still took them off quickly, but when she put each foot back on the ground, she felt the slight tickle..."bearable, just don't slide too much," she thought.
She went to get some water and then sat with her friends being careful to keep her feet flat on the ground. --Let it be known ahead of time that this break is one of the longer ones and what occurs next takes place in that period of time.-- The girls (Lindsay--already described--Emily--a brunette with shoulder-length hair and blue eyes--Bethany--dark brown hair at shoulder length with light blue eyes--and Mandy--long blonde hair with blue eyes) all got to talking about the heat and the fact that most of the girls out here were barefoot. Then Bethany pops in "Hey, I wander how many of the girls with shoes on are ticklish, or better yet how many of the ones not wearing shoes are ticklish."
Mandy responds "Probably most all of us."
"Hmmm, maybe." Then Bethany gives Mandy a quick poke, in which Mandy lets out a quick yelp.
"Hey, don't do that. I'm ticklish," Mandy says smiling.
Bethany then asks, "Well, I know Emily's ticklish. What about you Lindsay?"
Lindsay hesitated.
"Come on, Lindsay. Are you ticklish or do I find out for myself?" Bethany said as she edged closer.
Lindsay then said quickly and quite unsincerely to the negative.
"Oh really, you don't sound too sure. Maybe we should just check for you," Bethany said as she winked at Emily who was siting beside Lindsay.
"Nooo! I'm not ticklish." Lindsay said quickly.
"Then you won't mind if we test this for ourselves." Then Emily started poking Lindsay's sides, which illicited several yelps and squeals.
"Don't do that."
"Oh, so you really are ticklish, then," responded Bethany.
"Yes! YES!...please...just stop," Lindsay said between squeals.
"Okay, I'll stop poking you," Emily said as she winked to Mandy and Bethany, then she began squeezing and tickling Lindsay's sides.
"No. NO! hahahhahahahaahhaahhahahehehehhehstssapppheeeheheI can't stahhehehhend thathahahaha," Lindsay begged.
Then Bethany pulled Lindsay's feet off the ground and streched her legs out and began tickling Lindsay's knees. This only gave a minimal response, so she moved to assault the armpit that Lindsay had been exposed by twisted left to guard against Emily wiggling fingers. She then sat down on Lindsay's legs to keep them still. Mandy was just sitting there watching this and then she glanced at lindsay's size 9, slightly wide feet. She then decided to see if perhaps Lindsay was ticklish here.
Her fingers then started flickering on Lindsay's soles and she went nutz: "hahahahahannooohhehehehehhehehehehnnnaaooattt aahahaahttt thtahahahahtthehehehheh"
Lindsay, who was previously trying to guard her stomach and less sensitive armpit, had now stopped fighting completely. She couldn't stand having her feet tickled. Now Bethany did a 180 and focused all her attention on the Lindsay's other foot which was just as vulnerable. Bethany then proceeded to flicker and slide her fingers all over this other foot.
Now, if Lindsay had not been going crazy enough from just the lite tickling of one foot, she would gone beyond insane with both of her feet being tickled like crazy. "hehehehehennnoooohahahahahahahahahhhhahhahhhhehehhhahehehehahehahHHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHHSEHHEEHEHEHHSEHHSSSTSOAAAHHAHAHAAPPPPPAAHATHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE" Lindsay was laughing, she was screaming, she was screaughing. Her laughter was non-stop and loud. So loud, that people who had noticed it and decided to ignore it couldn't help but stare; in fact, everyone within a couple of hundred yards could her it over the loud talking. Well, even more people noticed it as the talking ceased like a wave going outward of this scene. Well, the band director had the drum major blow the whistle for the break to be over. Saved by the whistle, lukily the people nearby were the only ones who knew who was being tickled and most of the others didn't even know what had caused the loud laughter.
Lindsay was embarrassed and was going to get back Bethany and Emily, but Mandy didn't seem to want to tickle-torture her very much so Lindsay decided to get her to help.
(to be continued)...
And without further ado:
The Perfect Day Part 1: The Marching Fingers
It was a hot day, but not as much from sheer hear but humidity. For such is late summer down here. Now, this day was really "hot" and short shorts and many breaks were the order of the day and--for the flag corps, especially--a side order of barefeet. This actually is not suprisingly uncommon for the girls down here, but for the whole flag corps, it was unbelievable.
Now there was this one girl--long, blonde, hair and radiant, blue eyes--who would not ordinarially consider taking off her shoes let alone her socks, but this day was particularly hot; however, she did take off her shoes earlier, but the humidity was still too much as it tore through her thick, white, ankle socks. She couldn't take it anymore and she decided to take her socks off at the next break. The reasoning for her apprehension may seem odd--especially considering so many of her friends were doing it--but she didn't like the feel of the grass on her bare soles. It tickled and she was very ticklish, especially on her feet but also her stomach was rather sensitive. The heat was just too much, so she had to just put up with it.
She marched, twirled her flag, and practiced the show with all the other Marching band members. On and on the practicing went until finally a break. It seemed like forever and her feet were dying for some air and a cool breeze. She still felt apprehensive about making her feet so vulnerable. She then shirked off the notion of someone actually tickling her. "Ha impossible," she taught. Well, she still took them off quickly, but when she put each foot back on the ground, she felt the slight tickle..."bearable, just don't slide too much," she thought.
She went to get some water and then sat with her friends being careful to keep her feet flat on the ground. --Let it be known ahead of time that this break is one of the longer ones and what occurs next takes place in that period of time.-- The girls (Lindsay--already described--Emily--a brunette with shoulder-length hair and blue eyes--Bethany--dark brown hair at shoulder length with light blue eyes--and Mandy--long blonde hair with blue eyes) all got to talking about the heat and the fact that most of the girls out here were barefoot. Then Bethany pops in "Hey, I wander how many of the girls with shoes on are ticklish, or better yet how many of the ones not wearing shoes are ticklish."
Mandy responds "Probably most all of us."
"Hmmm, maybe." Then Bethany gives Mandy a quick poke, in which Mandy lets out a quick yelp.
"Hey, don't do that. I'm ticklish," Mandy says smiling.
Bethany then asks, "Well, I know Emily's ticklish. What about you Lindsay?"
Lindsay hesitated.
"Come on, Lindsay. Are you ticklish or do I find out for myself?" Bethany said as she edged closer.
Lindsay then said quickly and quite unsincerely to the negative.
"Oh really, you don't sound too sure. Maybe we should just check for you," Bethany said as she winked at Emily who was siting beside Lindsay.
"Nooo! I'm not ticklish." Lindsay said quickly.
"Then you won't mind if we test this for ourselves." Then Emily started poking Lindsay's sides, which illicited several yelps and squeals.
"Don't do that."
"Oh, so you really are ticklish, then," responded Bethany.
"Yes! YES!...please...just stop," Lindsay said between squeals.
"Okay, I'll stop poking you," Emily said as she winked to Mandy and Bethany, then she began squeezing and tickling Lindsay's sides.
"No. NO! hahahhahahahaahhaahhahahehehehhehstssapppheeeheheI can't stahhehehhend thathahahaha," Lindsay begged.
Then Bethany pulled Lindsay's feet off the ground and streched her legs out and began tickling Lindsay's knees. This only gave a minimal response, so she moved to assault the armpit that Lindsay had been exposed by twisted left to guard against Emily wiggling fingers. She then sat down on Lindsay's legs to keep them still. Mandy was just sitting there watching this and then she glanced at lindsay's size 9, slightly wide feet. She then decided to see if perhaps Lindsay was ticklish here.
Her fingers then started flickering on Lindsay's soles and she went nutz: "hahahahahannooohhehehehehhehehehehnnnaaooattt aahahaahttt thtahahahahtthehehehheh"
Lindsay, who was previously trying to guard her stomach and less sensitive armpit, had now stopped fighting completely. She couldn't stand having her feet tickled. Now Bethany did a 180 and focused all her attention on the Lindsay's other foot which was just as vulnerable. Bethany then proceeded to flicker and slide her fingers all over this other foot.
Now, if Lindsay had not been going crazy enough from just the lite tickling of one foot, she would gone beyond insane with both of her feet being tickled like crazy. "hehehehehennnoooohahahahahahahahahhhhahhahhhhehehhhahehehehahehahHHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHHSEHHEEHEHEHHSEHHSSSTSOAAAHHAHAHAAPPPPPAAHATHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE" Lindsay was laughing, she was screaming, she was screaughing. Her laughter was non-stop and loud. So loud, that people who had noticed it and decided to ignore it couldn't help but stare; in fact, everyone within a couple of hundred yards could her it over the loud talking. Well, even more people noticed it as the talking ceased like a wave going outward of this scene. Well, the band director had the drum major blow the whistle for the break to be over. Saved by the whistle, lukily the people nearby were the only ones who knew who was being tickled and most of the others didn't even know what had caused the loud laughter.
Lindsay was embarrassed and was going to get back Bethany and Emily, but Mandy didn't seem to want to tickle-torture her very much so Lindsay decided to get her to help.
(to be continued)...
