I was in my glory after my last tickling encounter (link attached below), after all, I was still in a bit of shock that I was actually tickling very cute bare feet in place of being ridiculed by my classmates as I suspected would be the case after being caught, literally, tickling the feet of that first girl at my friends party.
Instead of staring at the floor and lying low as I walked through the halls of my High School, I actually held my head up high and was not afraid to make eye contact with anyone. I did not outwardly speak of my tickling endeavores but I was not afraid to face the topic if it was presented to me now.
So once again, I find myself at party number fourty billion and twelve at my friends house. I am in the kitchen with the host and several of our friends celebrating anything that anyone proposed (need a reason to toast, right?) I was starting to catch a pretty good buzz from the beer when I noticed (what was at that time in my life) the girl of my dreams. This was "THE" girl! You know the chick that comes into her own around 8th grade and is the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of every boy! Now we are seniors in high school and she has not let up or given up her crown as "Queen Hot Bitch". I tried twice to go out with this girl, once in 8th grade and a second time when we were juniors. Both times I got shot down and both times I was class president AND captian of the football team! Did not matter at all to her, she was freaking picky as could be and had an attitude to match.
She, let's refer to her as QHB, enters the kitchen after making eye contact with me. She makes that kind of "Hey 'yall look at me" entry as if she is doing us all a favor by gracing us with her visit to our god forsaken corner of the world. To my surprise, she walks right up to me and with a very serious look on her face she says "I have to ask you something." "Um, Hi, Sure, What did you want?" trying my best to keep my rapdily fading confidence from betraying me. "Not here." She blurts out while rolling her eyes, "Come on, follow me." She demands as she turns and walks toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I made a quick glance around the room before moving and all eyes were fixed on me. It was like one of those old E.F. Hutton TV Commercials where everyone in the room stops what they are doing and falls deadly silent waiting for the speaker to continue after declaring "I am with E.F. Hutton and E.F. Hutton says..." Anyway, I start walking and follow GHB down the hall. She goes all the way back to the master bedroom. Figures, any other room is not befitting of her status i'm sure. She opens the door to the bedroom and walks in. I follow and she then closes the door and shoots me a look like I owe her money. Its kind of like a combined Confused/I'm pissed at you look if you can imagine what that is like?
Feeling intimidated and not wanting to give her total control, I blurt out "So, we are by ourselves now, what did you want?" She continued to stare at me for a few seconds before responding, still with that strange expression on her face before finally saying "I don't get it? I tried to figure it out and even talked to some people about it, but I just don't get it?" I interrupted her and asked "Don't get what? You are you trying to figure out?" "The Tickling Thing!" she shot back very abruptly. " I just don't get the whole Tickling Thing!" "What is it about tickling someone that gets you all crazy?" She was about to continue when I cut her off again, this time she looked agitated. "Well, is it really any of your business?" I asked. "Why do you even care about what I like or don't like? It's not like you have any interest in me anyway. So why bother me with this now?" I think the curiousity about the Tickling Thing and my assertiveness actually softened her up a bit. I noticed her face had lost that intimidating expression and she actually smiled at me before replying "I don't know, I am just really curious as to how anyone can get turned on by tickling or being tickled. It just dose'ny make any sense to me." "Again" I replied, "It does not have to make any sense to you at all." "If it aint your thing, it aint your thing. Excuse me please." I started to walke to the door to leave when she stepped in front of me with her back to the door. She smiled and reached out wiht both arms and put them over my shoulders. "I guess I am not educated in this whole Tickling Thing." "maybe you could try to teach me?" WHAT?! NO! GHB did not just say that!
I walked over to the bed and sat down at the end facing her still propped up against the door. She was still smiling. "Um, I uh, don't, I don't know." I replyed. "You want me to tickle you or something?" "I can not believe I am stumbling like this, but if you knew GHB or someone like her, you would understand the awkwardness and confusion that her behavior was causing. "Well, yeah" she replied "I want to know about this Tickling Thing, you can show me, right?" "First off" I responded, "Please stop calling it the Tickling Thing and also please just give me a minuet to understand what you are asking." "Its no big deal" she said, "I thought you would jump at the opportunity to tickle me." Her face had a dissapointed look on it. I am sure she is not used to that emotion. So before telling her that I would be happy to tickle her, I let her stew for a second or two to allow her time to experience what it feels like to be dissapointed. I got up from off of the bed and said "Ok, let me show you what I like about tickling, you are going to have to be honest with me and trust me though, ok?" "Sure" she replied with a big grin on her face. "I still don't get it and don't think that I will, but I am kinda excited to try!" "Ok, first we need to get you on the bed." With that, she walked to the bed and got on her back. Thinking (and mostly hoping) that she must be extremely ticklish, I wanted to try to secure her ot confine her in some way so that she did not freak out and quit or run off after a couple of tickles. So I got the idea of rolling her in the blankets and sheets with only her head and feet sticking out of opposite ends. She went for it thank goodness!
Now with her all rolled up on the bed with her feet hanging off of the end, I got up close to her feet and kneeled down to the floor. I herd her giggle and ask "Are you almost ready, the anticipation is killing me!" "Its all part of the experience." I replied. I followed that with "So, tell me, are your feet ticklish by chance?" She immetiately wiggled her feet and said "I don't know" in kind of a nervous voice. "I have been tickled as a kid, but I do not know if I am ticklish now." "Only one way to find out." I replied and I slowly pulled off her high heel pumps exposing a pair of very soft looking size 7 bare feet. "Damn girl." I said "do you ever walk on these, they look so soft and untouched." "Well, it dose'nt matter." I said before she could respond. "They are about to be touched a whole lot now!" I rasied my two index fingers and lightly tickled under her toes, gliding lightly from side to side so each toe got the tickle treatment. She flinched and gasped immediately. A studder of giggles escaping her lips. "Seems like someone is ticklish on her feet." I said. "Oh God, Oh No!" she responded, still giggling. "You are in for it now sister!" Wiht that I brought both hands to the center of her soles and gave her ths softest most slow moving five-finger torture tickle I could muster! She started bucking and squirming like crazy. Hard laughter coming out of her. I got uop onto the bed and sat on her legs facing her feet. I continued my tickle assult making sure to spider tickler her arches and dipping down to the base of her heels before shooting up over the middle of her soles and continuing until I got under her toes. I tickled very steady and kept moving after 5-7 seconds of concentrated tickling on each spot of her bear feet. I was tickle torturing the GHB and was not going to allow her any chance of getting use to any of the tickles on any spot of her feet! Nothing but pure uncontrolable tickle sensation for her!
She was losing her mind! Her laughter was off the charts and her body movement was constant. I had to roll her over so she could bury her face into a pillow. It also gave me a fresh set of new angles to tickle her sweet feet. I raped tickled both feet at once and did not let up untill I sensed she was struggling for air. I stopped and asked her if she "Got it now?" I took her about thirty seconds to respond and her response really floored me. "Fuck Me!" she yelled. "Get these damn sheets off of me and Fuck Me!" "No problem." I replied and unrolled her. We kissed very hard and I had her lay on her back off of the bottom edge of the bed. I lifted her left leg and propped it on my chest. I entered her and she immediately had an orgasam! Too funny I thought. She definately "Got the whole Tickling Thing!" I thought to myself feeling victorious. I pumped her brains out while tickling her left foot. She cam several more times before I lost it. I love the combined feeling of making love while tickling a cute sensitive bare foot! It is the best, you have to try it!
We talked for a couple of hours while laying next to eachother. We even dated for a short time before I met mey next tickle beauty. But as the famous saying goes; "That's Another Story!"
Peace.
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