From the old vault

I have to put this story out of my memory because it was such a great encounter. It was in the 8th grade and some of us had gone to the candy lady after school as we usually did. There was this one girl in the 7th grade who went who was wearing a loose green sweater with a tight t-shirt under it. It was hot in the house so she removed the sweater. When she did, her pudgy tummy was exposed with her innie bellybutton. I lunged and "clawed" her tummy while she was removing the sweater. She fell back onto the couch and I jumped on top of her. The sweater was still over her head so she couldn't see who it was. I poked and clawed all over her stomach and she was gasping for air. I stopped for a moment to lightly massage her midsection. I could hear the purr of satisfaction from her. Suddenly, I returned to the brutal tickling from before. When the candy lady returned I stopped, and helped her up. She gave me this look like she was mad but I could tell that she knew it was all in fun.