Jersey Girl
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Hey guys! I'm new in these parts, thought I'd introduce myself by sharing a little story. It's my first shot at this type of thing, so go easy, kay? 
So, first thing to know is that I'm in college. I live on a coed floor, and we're like family -- everybody here is real tight with each other, and it's totally acceptable to just walk into a friend's room and say hi. Knocking optional. It gets awkward sometimes, like when a guy walks in on a girl changing -- it happens. But we get over it and move on, because that's what a family does.
So what's any of this got to do with tickling? Well... Nobody here knows about my fetish. I'm a little insecure about it, and I don't know what my floormates would think, so I keep it a secret. But some of my friends here are so damn attractive... Sometimes, I just can't help myself, you know?
Like the other day. I'm close friends with this girl we'll call Mack. She's little and really cute, in her own way. Feeling bored, I went to Mack's room to visit. (Just walked in, no warning, 'cause that's how we do it here.)
And she's on her bed, sprawled out on her stomach in front of her laptop. Wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties, and that was it. As I walked in, I took half a second to check her out -- the smooth, perfect, delicate skin around her olive-colored thighs, flowing down into shapely, toned calves and finally -- my favorite -- two beautiful bare feet. (Nobody here knows that I'm kinda into girls, so I have to be low-key about checking them out.)
She barely acknowledged me as I walked in. In fact, she sighed! Like she didn't even want me there. "What's up?" she asked, without any enthusiasm, keeping her eyes glued to her laptop.
"Just visiting," I said. "Bad time?"
"Yes!" she said. "Vampire Diaries! You can't interrupt me right now."
Of course. It's always Netflix. That's everybody's obsession nowadays. I feigned interest. "Oh yeah? What season?"
"Shh!"
She didn't even want to talk to me. I would have felt a little dejected... If I hadn't been so distracted by her feet. There was a comfy chair by the head of her bed (where her two feet were resting face-up on the pillow). I went over and sat down. Then, like a good friend, I was silent. Just keeping Mack company while she watches Vampire Diaries.
Two minutes pass in silence before I move and sit on the head of the bed. Her feet move over to make room for me, but I pick them up and bring them into my lap. They're so pretty and little and perfect, and she flexes them for a second, enticingly close to my groin. She has no idea of the effect this has on me... She thinks I'm just being a good friend, offering a massage as friends do. And at first, she's right. I start massaging her feet, rubbing her perfect little soles... They're so smooth and inviting. She sighs in satisfaction.
My heart's beating fast now. I've done this so many times before (since I take literally every opportunity I find ), but it still makes me nervous. I can't help it! Cute feet make me excited. A weird feeling of boldness comes over me for a second, and I tell her exactly what I'm thinking: "Your feet are adorable."
She blushes a little and looks away from her Netflix just long enough to ask me, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know... They're just cute."
"Okay, well... Thank you." She turns her eyes back to the screen.
"Cute enough to tickle!" I ran a finger down the length of her sole, from toes to heel.
"Nonono! Jessie! Not now!" she yelled as she pulled her foot away. "I'm trying to watch a show!"
But I'm both quick and stubborn. I took her other foot and held it in both hands. She tried to kick away, but give me some credit... Once a cute foot is in my grasp, there's no chance I'm letting go. I weighted her foot down with my knee, then let go with one hand to spider tickle all over the poor, wiggly thing.
"STOP STOP STOP! BAAAHAHAD TIME!"
Bad time? Pause your Netflix, girl. This is my fun time. I kept tickling that poor, bare foot all over, from the heel to the arch to the ball to between her little toes. She squirmed around so hard, just trying to get away. Her fault for being so cute.
She started to kick me with her one remaining foot, which was a bad move. A few kicks in, I managed to grab it, and I stuck it beneath my weight with its unfortunate little friend. The two lay side by side, soles up, wiggling gently, anticipating their poor, tickly fate.
That's the moment I love the most, I think... Looking at a pair of helpless feet, so bare, so vulnerable... No protection at all. My fetish is a power thing, I think, and it's that idea of vulnerability that really gets to me.
I took a few seconds to just look at the cute little things, letting Mack feel that terrible anticipation. Sitting on her calves, I could see her two ankles sticking out from between my legs, the ankles that flowed into two cute and perfect feet. Is there any other way to describe them but "perfect" and "cute?" The English major in me wants to use some different words, but there's really no substituting here, because that's what they were. Perfect and cute. Not only in how they looked, but also in how they behaved. The way they wiggled against each other so gently, so innocently, as they waited for me to pounce.
And then I did.
Mack exploded into helpless, writhing laughter as my hands went crazy all over her feet. Wherever they moved, my hands followed. Her right tried to cover her left, so I tickled her right with both hands until it ran away and hid under her left... Rinse, repeat. I gave her no mercy for a good full minute before I slowed down to give her time to breath. I rubbed her feet with my fingertips nice and gently while she calmed down. I looked back and saw tears in her eyes as she panted.
"Why?" Mack begged of me between breaths. "You're... So... Mean!"
"They were asking for it!" I said. "If your feet don't want to be tickled, then maybe they shouldn't be so cute." I leaned down and kissed her heel, just to drive the point home. All things considered, I'm pretty fucking daring.
"God... You're... So weird," she said. She's probably right. I am weird. I got off her feet and let them relax.
I spent the rest of that hour actually watching Vampire Diaries with her. Not that I could gain much from it, since she was already on season 4 or something, and I haven't even started that show. But the point is, I'm a good friend! She's my tickle toy for just a few minutes, and then I'll keep her company for a whole hour. Good trade, if you ask me.
And this kind of thing actually happens a lot in my school. Friends (accidentally) give me opportunities, and I take them. I like to think we're close enough that it isn't weird. And after all this, I'm still pretty sure nobody suspects my fetish. I suppose if you're confident, then people will just go with it. It's only a shame that I can't go any further... Definitely not ready to come out yet.
... So! With that out of the way... Hi, TMF! How ya doing?
So, first thing to know is that I'm in college. I live on a coed floor, and we're like family -- everybody here is real tight with each other, and it's totally acceptable to just walk into a friend's room and say hi. Knocking optional. It gets awkward sometimes, like when a guy walks in on a girl changing -- it happens. But we get over it and move on, because that's what a family does.
So what's any of this got to do with tickling? Well... Nobody here knows about my fetish. I'm a little insecure about it, and I don't know what my floormates would think, so I keep it a secret. But some of my friends here are so damn attractive... Sometimes, I just can't help myself, you know?
Like the other day. I'm close friends with this girl we'll call Mack. She's little and really cute, in her own way. Feeling bored, I went to Mack's room to visit. (Just walked in, no warning, 'cause that's how we do it here.)
And she's on her bed, sprawled out on her stomach in front of her laptop. Wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties, and that was it. As I walked in, I took half a second to check her out -- the smooth, perfect, delicate skin around her olive-colored thighs, flowing down into shapely, toned calves and finally -- my favorite -- two beautiful bare feet. (Nobody here knows that I'm kinda into girls, so I have to be low-key about checking them out.)
She barely acknowledged me as I walked in. In fact, she sighed! Like she didn't even want me there. "What's up?" she asked, without any enthusiasm, keeping her eyes glued to her laptop.
"Just visiting," I said. "Bad time?"
"Yes!" she said. "Vampire Diaries! You can't interrupt me right now."
Of course. It's always Netflix. That's everybody's obsession nowadays. I feigned interest. "Oh yeah? What season?"
"Shh!"
She didn't even want to talk to me. I would have felt a little dejected... If I hadn't been so distracted by her feet. There was a comfy chair by the head of her bed (where her two feet were resting face-up on the pillow). I went over and sat down. Then, like a good friend, I was silent. Just keeping Mack company while she watches Vampire Diaries.
Two minutes pass in silence before I move and sit on the head of the bed. Her feet move over to make room for me, but I pick them up and bring them into my lap. They're so pretty and little and perfect, and she flexes them for a second, enticingly close to my groin. She has no idea of the effect this has on me... She thinks I'm just being a good friend, offering a massage as friends do. And at first, she's right. I start massaging her feet, rubbing her perfect little soles... They're so smooth and inviting. She sighs in satisfaction.
My heart's beating fast now. I've done this so many times before (since I take literally every opportunity I find
), but it still makes me nervous. I can't help it! Cute feet make me excited. A weird feeling of boldness comes over me for a second, and I tell her exactly what I'm thinking: "Your feet are adorable."She blushes a little and looks away from her Netflix just long enough to ask me, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know... They're just cute."
"Okay, well... Thank you." She turns her eyes back to the screen.
"Cute enough to tickle!" I ran a finger down the length of her sole, from toes to heel.
"Nonono! Jessie! Not now!" she yelled as she pulled her foot away. "I'm trying to watch a show!"
But I'm both quick and stubborn. I took her other foot and held it in both hands. She tried to kick away, but give me some credit... Once a cute foot is in my grasp, there's no chance I'm letting go. I weighted her foot down with my knee, then let go with one hand to spider tickle all over the poor, wiggly thing.
"STOP STOP STOP! BAAAHAHAD TIME!"
Bad time? Pause your Netflix, girl. This is my fun time. I kept tickling that poor, bare foot all over, from the heel to the arch to the ball to between her little toes. She squirmed around so hard, just trying to get away. Her fault for being so cute.
She started to kick me with her one remaining foot, which was a bad move. A few kicks in, I managed to grab it, and I stuck it beneath my weight with its unfortunate little friend. The two lay side by side, soles up, wiggling gently, anticipating their poor, tickly fate.
That's the moment I love the most, I think... Looking at a pair of helpless feet, so bare, so vulnerable... No protection at all. My fetish is a power thing, I think, and it's that idea of vulnerability that really gets to me.
I took a few seconds to just look at the cute little things, letting Mack feel that terrible anticipation. Sitting on her calves, I could see her two ankles sticking out from between my legs, the ankles that flowed into two cute and perfect feet. Is there any other way to describe them but "perfect" and "cute?" The English major in me wants to use some different words, but there's really no substituting here, because that's what they were. Perfect and cute. Not only in how they looked, but also in how they behaved. The way they wiggled against each other so gently, so innocently, as they waited for me to pounce.
And then I did.
Mack exploded into helpless, writhing laughter as my hands went crazy all over her feet. Wherever they moved, my hands followed. Her right tried to cover her left, so I tickled her right with both hands until it ran away and hid under her left... Rinse, repeat. I gave her no mercy for a good full minute before I slowed down to give her time to breath. I rubbed her feet with my fingertips nice and gently while she calmed down. I looked back and saw tears in her eyes as she panted.
"Why?" Mack begged of me between breaths. "You're... So... Mean!"
"They were asking for it!" I said. "If your feet don't want to be tickled, then maybe they shouldn't be so cute." I leaned down and kissed her heel, just to drive the point home. All things considered, I'm pretty fucking daring.
"God... You're... So weird," she said. She's probably right. I am weird. I got off her feet and let them relax.
I spent the rest of that hour actually watching Vampire Diaries with her. Not that I could gain much from it, since she was already on season 4 or something, and I haven't even started that show. But the point is, I'm a good friend! She's my tickle toy for just a few minutes, and then I'll keep her company for a whole hour. Good trade, if you ask me.
And this kind of thing actually happens a lot in my school. Friends (accidentally) give me opportunities, and I take them. I like to think we're close enough that it isn't weird. And after all this, I'm still pretty sure nobody suspects my fetish. I suppose if you're confident, then people will just go with it. It's only a shame that I can't go any further... Definitely not ready to come out yet.
... So! With that out of the way... Hi, TMF! How ya doing?
