I was bored. And single. And then I met Dani.
Browsing the online personals via the wonderful world of okcupid was like a new myspace addiction for this, at the time, college junior.
I had met a few girls on the site, gotten lucky, but nothing panned out.
Between practice and class I was physically exhausted every night, and for a single, lonely guy (as lonely as you can be living in the dorms), the gap from monday to thursday was awful. Thursdays brought parties and girls, fridays the same, and Saturdays and Sundays were game days so my mind was elsewhere.
I log on and find that someone was "stalking" me as the site like to say. She was my age and lived in the same town, just off campus.
We chatted on monday, and tuesday again.
We decided to meet for lunch wednesday.
We went to a local ihop, about a mile from each of us. She was an average height, hourglass shaped girl. Black hair, brown eyes, and light skin. Kind of reminded me of the girl from the Twilight movie. She wasn't a twig, like the actress, rather she was blessed with a healthy bossum, and fairly-flat stomach, and a butt that white girls normally do not possess.
She wore bright red lipstick, dark black eyeliner, and talked way too much. She was trying to impress me. I've found this to be typical of the online dating community. The most intriguing thing about her was her style. She was not a preppy kid like myself, she was a borderline goth chick. And yet she was trying to impress me - jock, fratboy, Dean's list, shave twice a day guy.
We ate, and chatted and then went our separate ways, peck on the cheek as I dropped her off at her car. I thought nothing would ever come of her again. Oh well.
Thursday came and to my dismay, our fraternity had canceled its party. So I was stuck in the dorm, with no roommates, and no fake ID. And it was raining.
I checked my phone and Dani saw that had texted me. I invited her over to watch a zombie film, finally some common ground.
As we lay on my bed and 28 Days Later played on the TV, I turned and in the process, her stomach popped out of the bottom of her shirt. I figured why not, and poked her. She squealed and jumped.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked.
"Very," she said as I gave her sides a squeeze.
I straddled her and poked her underarms, and she snorted.
She smiled and gave me the bedroom eyes.
We all know the look, you can get it from acrosse the bar, or from your girlfriend, or that cute girl in astronomy class. But here was a sexy, goth chick, now beneath me, allowing me to tickle her and she made grabs for my sides.
I giggled a bit, but clearly over powered her.
I pinned her down and blew a few raspberries on her neck, causing her to trash and squeal. Pushing my luck, I dove to the end of the bed, and yanked off one of her socks. She had smooth, small feet with black nail polish, strange because she was in the dance company at her community college right down the road. I pulled back her toes and raked my fingers across her milky white arch.
She screamed and kicked then just flopped back and as I tickled her naked right foot, soon to be joined by the left as I playfully tossed the sock at her face. I grasped both ankles under one arm and tickled up and down her tiny feet. To my shock she struggled very little, laying there and giggling happily.
In a moment, I slid back up her body and pinned her down to blow on her neck some more.
After a few minutes, we stopped our mostly-one-sided tickle fight and I lay on top of her, both of us red in the face, and out of breath. Those eyes were too much. I gave her a quick, playful peck on the lips.
"I thought you were a good girl," I said teasingly.
"I'm really trying to control myself," she replied.
"Why bother?" I said and brushed her hair back.
We embraced and were naked within seconds. The sex was intense- rough at moments, then right after she would come I'd playfully tease her or tickle her breasts or tummy.
With her legs straight up, agaist my chest, I could penetrate her while lightly tickling her soles as she came time after time.
This girl was special. Until this point I had never met a girl who could cum, basically on demand.
As we lay in bed after the deed, she mentioned that she's a real kinky girl at heart. She grew up with a strict father in the military and was very much into sexual experimentation. Her outward appearance was simply a rebellious thing (odd for a 20 year old), almost like an act she put on. Deep down she was artistic, ambitious, apparently loved to be tickled, and as I would eventually learn - crazy as hell.
We got dressed and she left. We kept in touc, though I only saw her one more time after this, but the story is well worth it. I'll save it for another day.
Thanks for reading, let me know what you think of my first contribution.
EDIT: I posted the second story. It can be found here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=151154
Browsing the online personals via the wonderful world of okcupid was like a new myspace addiction for this, at the time, college junior.
I had met a few girls on the site, gotten lucky, but nothing panned out.
Between practice and class I was physically exhausted every night, and for a single, lonely guy (as lonely as you can be living in the dorms), the gap from monday to thursday was awful. Thursdays brought parties and girls, fridays the same, and Saturdays and Sundays were game days so my mind was elsewhere.
I log on and find that someone was "stalking" me as the site like to say. She was my age and lived in the same town, just off campus.
We chatted on monday, and tuesday again.
We decided to meet for lunch wednesday.
We went to a local ihop, about a mile from each of us. She was an average height, hourglass shaped girl. Black hair, brown eyes, and light skin. Kind of reminded me of the girl from the Twilight movie. She wasn't a twig, like the actress, rather she was blessed with a healthy bossum, and fairly-flat stomach, and a butt that white girls normally do not possess.
She wore bright red lipstick, dark black eyeliner, and talked way too much. She was trying to impress me. I've found this to be typical of the online dating community. The most intriguing thing about her was her style. She was not a preppy kid like myself, she was a borderline goth chick. And yet she was trying to impress me - jock, fratboy, Dean's list, shave twice a day guy.
We ate, and chatted and then went our separate ways, peck on the cheek as I dropped her off at her car. I thought nothing would ever come of her again. Oh well.
Thursday came and to my dismay, our fraternity had canceled its party. So I was stuck in the dorm, with no roommates, and no fake ID. And it was raining.
I checked my phone and Dani saw that had texted me. I invited her over to watch a zombie film, finally some common ground.
As we lay on my bed and 28 Days Later played on the TV, I turned and in the process, her stomach popped out of the bottom of her shirt. I figured why not, and poked her. She squealed and jumped.
"Are you ticklish?" I asked.
"Very," she said as I gave her sides a squeeze.
I straddled her and poked her underarms, and she snorted.
She smiled and gave me the bedroom eyes.
We all know the look, you can get it from acrosse the bar, or from your girlfriend, or that cute girl in astronomy class. But here was a sexy, goth chick, now beneath me, allowing me to tickle her and she made grabs for my sides.
I giggled a bit, but clearly over powered her.
I pinned her down and blew a few raspberries on her neck, causing her to trash and squeal. Pushing my luck, I dove to the end of the bed, and yanked off one of her socks. She had smooth, small feet with black nail polish, strange because she was in the dance company at her community college right down the road. I pulled back her toes and raked my fingers across her milky white arch.
She screamed and kicked then just flopped back and as I tickled her naked right foot, soon to be joined by the left as I playfully tossed the sock at her face. I grasped both ankles under one arm and tickled up and down her tiny feet. To my shock she struggled very little, laying there and giggling happily.
In a moment, I slid back up her body and pinned her down to blow on her neck some more.
After a few minutes, we stopped our mostly-one-sided tickle fight and I lay on top of her, both of us red in the face, and out of breath. Those eyes were too much. I gave her a quick, playful peck on the lips.
"I thought you were a good girl," I said teasingly.
"I'm really trying to control myself," she replied.
"Why bother?" I said and brushed her hair back.
We embraced and were naked within seconds. The sex was intense- rough at moments, then right after she would come I'd playfully tease her or tickle her breasts or tummy.
With her legs straight up, agaist my chest, I could penetrate her while lightly tickling her soles as she came time after time.
This girl was special. Until this point I had never met a girl who could cum, basically on demand.
As we lay in bed after the deed, she mentioned that she's a real kinky girl at heart. She grew up with a strict father in the military and was very much into sexual experimentation. Her outward appearance was simply a rebellious thing (odd for a 20 year old), almost like an act she put on. Deep down she was artistic, ambitious, apparently loved to be tickled, and as I would eventually learn - crazy as hell.
We got dressed and she left. We kept in touc, though I only saw her one more time after this, but the story is well worth it. I'll save it for another day.
Thanks for reading, let me know what you think of my first contribution.
EDIT: I posted the second story. It can be found here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=151154
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