MikeMenace
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This happened during my last year of high school. Everyone involved was 18 or 19. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Not long before the tickle war with Julie (https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/how-i-found-out-i-have-a-ticklish-back-f-m-m-f-with-a-touch-of-f-f.437743/) I got to witness some adorable girl-on-girl tickle antics during substitution class.
Our biology teacher was sick so the school had us sitting in the classroom with a substitute teacher (nice looking lady, probably in her late twenties) to watch over us. Biology was cancelled but the school just couldn't risk leaving the whole class unattended. We would have probably skipped the rest of the classes and gone home.
"You can catch up on your homework or read something.", the teacher announced, "Just don't make too much noise."
Fair enough. Some people were reading, other were chatting. I was sitting alone, doodling and people watching. From time to time I would look at the teacher. She was reading a book. Her nyloned foot was peeking from behind the desk, the flat shoe dangling up and down. At least that was mildly interesting. And then I heard the t-word. I turned around, zeroing in on the conversation.
"... and then he tickled me for half an hour. I almost wet myself." it continued.
I found the two desks where the conversation was taking place. Mary and Kate were sitting in the front desk, Sarah and Susie behind them. Mary and Susie were leaning against the classroom wall, facing one another and complaining about their boyfriends being tickle-monsters. Sarah was looking at them and nodding along at their conversation but with one hand she was scratching and rubbing Kate's back. Kate was in her own world, reading a book and enjoying the backrub.
I had a bit of a crush on Kate since year one of high school. She was cute, petite, and very much on the Goth side when it comes to style.
"Are you ticklish, Kate?" asked Susie, bringing Kate back to planet Earth.
"What?"
"Are you ticklish?"
Now all three girls were looking at Kate. Oh, this was gonna be good.
"No." answered Kate from over her book.
"I bet she is." commented Mary.
"I can make her laugh." announced Sarah and moved her hand up.
Kate made a fatal mistake of wearing her hair pinned up that day. Her neck was bare and defenceless. With the lightest of touches Sarah started to trace her fingers across the back of Kate's neck, starting under the left ear, and ending under the right, and then going back. Over and over again. As she did that Mary was carefully studying Kate's face, looking for signs of weakness.
"My boyfriend does that to me all the time.", Sarah explained, "It tickles like hell."
It certainly did. Kate was still staring at her book but now her whole body was tense. Her lips where slowly, but inevitably, curling into a grin. She squinted her eyes trying to fight the sensations.
"Kate's smiling, guys.", Mary commented cheerfully, "I think she's ticklish."
"I'm not.", Kate's voice was breaking. She was barely holding in the giggles now. Her grin turned into a big smile.
"Sure, you are.", Sarah moved her hand to the side of Kate's neck and wiggled her fingers.
This caused Kate to growl cutely and scrunch her neck. And then Sarah reached down and started digging into the Goth girl's ribs with both hands.
Kate had no chance against this surprise attack. She let out a shriek and jumped off the chair to her feet, banging into her desk in the process. Her book went flying accross the classroom and landed on the floor. Now the whole class was staring at her, alarmed by the sudden commotion.
"Are you OK?", asked the teacher.
"Yes, sorry.", answered Kate and rushed to retrieve the book.
Her face was red from embarrassment but she was still smiling.
"I hate you guys.", she exclaimed as she sat down.
"No, you don't."
"No, I don't.", she conceded.
And so ended the girls' tickle game and I could finally pick my jaw off the floor... and maybe stare at the pretty teacher's shoeplay a little more.
Not long before the tickle war with Julie (https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/how-i-found-out-i-have-a-ticklish-back-f-m-m-f-with-a-touch-of-f-f.437743/) I got to witness some adorable girl-on-girl tickle antics during substitution class.
Our biology teacher was sick so the school had us sitting in the classroom with a substitute teacher (nice looking lady, probably in her late twenties) to watch over us. Biology was cancelled but the school just couldn't risk leaving the whole class unattended. We would have probably skipped the rest of the classes and gone home.
"You can catch up on your homework or read something.", the teacher announced, "Just don't make too much noise."
Fair enough. Some people were reading, other were chatting. I was sitting alone, doodling and people watching. From time to time I would look at the teacher. She was reading a book. Her nyloned foot was peeking from behind the desk, the flat shoe dangling up and down. At least that was mildly interesting. And then I heard the t-word. I turned around, zeroing in on the conversation.
"... and then he tickled me for half an hour. I almost wet myself." it continued.
I found the two desks where the conversation was taking place. Mary and Kate were sitting in the front desk, Sarah and Susie behind them. Mary and Susie were leaning against the classroom wall, facing one another and complaining about their boyfriends being tickle-monsters. Sarah was looking at them and nodding along at their conversation but with one hand she was scratching and rubbing Kate's back. Kate was in her own world, reading a book and enjoying the backrub.
I had a bit of a crush on Kate since year one of high school. She was cute, petite, and very much on the Goth side when it comes to style.
"Are you ticklish, Kate?" asked Susie, bringing Kate back to planet Earth.
"What?"
"Are you ticklish?"
Now all three girls were looking at Kate. Oh, this was gonna be good.
"No." answered Kate from over her book.
"I bet she is." commented Mary.
"I can make her laugh." announced Sarah and moved her hand up.
Kate made a fatal mistake of wearing her hair pinned up that day. Her neck was bare and defenceless. With the lightest of touches Sarah started to trace her fingers across the back of Kate's neck, starting under the left ear, and ending under the right, and then going back. Over and over again. As she did that Mary was carefully studying Kate's face, looking for signs of weakness.
"My boyfriend does that to me all the time.", Sarah explained, "It tickles like hell."
It certainly did. Kate was still staring at her book but now her whole body was tense. Her lips where slowly, but inevitably, curling into a grin. She squinted her eyes trying to fight the sensations.
"Kate's smiling, guys.", Mary commented cheerfully, "I think she's ticklish."
"I'm not.", Kate's voice was breaking. She was barely holding in the giggles now. Her grin turned into a big smile.
"Sure, you are.", Sarah moved her hand to the side of Kate's neck and wiggled her fingers.
This caused Kate to growl cutely and scrunch her neck. And then Sarah reached down and started digging into the Goth girl's ribs with both hands.
Kate had no chance against this surprise attack. She let out a shriek and jumped off the chair to her feet, banging into her desk in the process. Her book went flying accross the classroom and landed on the floor. Now the whole class was staring at her, alarmed by the sudden commotion.
"Are you OK?", asked the teacher.
"Yes, sorry.", answered Kate and rushed to retrieve the book.
Her face was red from embarrassment but she was still smiling.
"I hate you guys.", she exclaimed as she sat down.
"No, you don't."
"No, I don't.", she conceded.
And so ended the girls' tickle game and I could finally pick my jaw off the floor... and maybe stare at the pretty teacher's shoeplay a little more.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
