Tickle-ist1
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So there was this one time in my ol’ chem class when I got to enjoy another tickling experience. This particular day everyone was out of their desks doing a lab of some sort, probably blowing crap up since we did this often. Anyway. I had finished the physical work of the project and returned to my desk to write up the report when I caught sight of a pair of size 6 feet with red toenails on my seat. My eyes then traveled from these feet up the legs and finally to the owner of the feet, a extremely cute little blond with blue eyes and a delightful smile reading some book. Now, what makes this upcoming experience so grand was the actual desks we had in the classroom. It was a typical desk and chair setup, but with a small whole in the back of the chair, allowing in this case my fellow female classmate to slip her feet through the whole and rest them on my seat. She looked up from her book to find me starting at her feet, and when my eyes returned to hers she gave me a little grin, as if she acknowledged that her feet were really on my seat, and in a way also saying she wasn’t going to move them and went back to reading. Without saying a word I reached toward her feet, and with my index finger began to stroke the bottom of her soft, wrinkled sole. She looked up at me and began to giggle, which eventually turned into small laughter. I stopped, looked to see if I attracted an audience, and returned to my tickling. To my delight, she was resilient to move away, for she was a girl who seemed to embrace any challenge, including evidently how long her feet could be tickled. After a few more seconds of laughing she gave up or wanted to return to her reading , but when she tried to move her feet away, she failed. It seemed that the whole in the seat turned into some sort of stocks; I guess it was easier to slip into it then get out, either way knowing she was trapped, I grabbed her left ankle and began to scratch at that foot. Now she began to laugh in a way that everyone noticed and finally pulled away. It kind of abruptly after that, the bell rang a few minutes later and with that we parted our ways for the day, never bringing it up again as it should be, but now I can say that I’ve “tickled a girl in stocks”…in a way.
But hey, I’m sure there are a lot more stories of tickling in the classroom. I have a few more stories which I’ll share later, but let’s hear all of yours. Go forth and write!
But hey, I’m sure there are a lot more stories of tickling in the classroom. I have a few more stories which I’ll share later, but let’s hear all of yours. Go forth and write!
