I went to a large midwestern state university fresh out of high school and lived in a dorm for honors students. So much weirdness happened there.
My second night on campus I met a girl at a nearby 24-hour coffee shop. It reminded me of a coffee shop in my hometown so it quickly became my go-to location when I felt like socializing with freaky strangers instead of my boring roommate. The girl I met was from a small town and still believed she'd continue her romance with her high school sweetheart after she moved to the big city. Ha!
Turns out she lived on the same floor of the same dorm as me in the ladies' wing. She came back to the floor with me and I took her into my room. I had the top bunk and my roommate was snoring on 5he bottom bunk. The girl and I came into the room as quiet as could be and climbed into my bunk on top.
To this day I have no idea if my roommate overheard any of this. The girl and I were making out and.touching each other all over. I was never a ladies' man growing up so this was blowing my mind. She was gently stroking her fingers all up and down my sides and I kept giggling at it but trying to stay quiet so my roommate wouldn't hear. I had never gotten physical with a girl this way before and couldn't contain myself.
She noticed how extremely ticklish I am and kept pushing the envelope on it as we kept kissing till our lips were raw. In a moment with no self control, I couldn't help but comment on the fact that she kept tickling me more on purpose as she saw my growing excitement over accidental tickles. I was 18 and mad on testosterone and out of nowhere I made one comment by reflex without thinking she would ever remember it.
"I love it when a girl tickles!"
I have mentioned another incident where I confessed my love of being tickled to a girlfriend as a first but this one was different because I was still ashamed and never progressed in this relationship so I don't count it the same. It was more of a gaffe.
She went on that night to become the first girl to ever see my junk and even pleasure it with her mouth. But not before having her fun tickling me all over and being fascinated to my physical response to it. She was making me happy for a moment in ways my 18 year old brain had never imagined but it ended in disappointment.
She mentioned on other occasions later that she was surprised at how few people went barefoot on the campus because having bare feet in spring through fall was normal in her small hometown. She got me to take off my shoes and socks in public for the first time since I was a little kid with that comment. I think she might have been messing with me when she said that because she kept her shoes on as I walked around campus with her in my bare feet.
One time I was lying on my bed after my roommate and I disassembled our bunk to sleep on opposite sides of the room. The girl walked by and stopped in to say hello even though we had decided not to date. I was reading a textbook lying there barefoot on the bed. This is what I get for leaving the door open. She obviously knew I was in to being tickled. She liked it too but put her feet and belly off limits as she thought she was too ticklish there. What's the point of dating a lee if the two best tickle spots are off limits?
Our door was open as she walked down the hall. I didn't bother getting up as I was busy studying and she looked like she was just passing by. After her hello/goodbye, she reached toward the exposed bottoms of my bare feet and scribbled over them with her nails for just a second. It was enough to make me jump in the air and squeal. My roommate noticed, but that's a story for another day.
"Looks like somebody has ticklish feet," she said sarcastically as she went on her way. This was the beginning of the most ticklish part of my adult life. Word of my ticklish feet gradually spread to others in the dorm, and the next 6 months resulted in some of the most curious and most intense tickling stories of my life.
More to come.
My second night on campus I met a girl at a nearby 24-hour coffee shop. It reminded me of a coffee shop in my hometown so it quickly became my go-to location when I felt like socializing with freaky strangers instead of my boring roommate. The girl I met was from a small town and still believed she'd continue her romance with her high school sweetheart after she moved to the big city. Ha!
Turns out she lived on the same floor of the same dorm as me in the ladies' wing. She came back to the floor with me and I took her into my room. I had the top bunk and my roommate was snoring on 5he bottom bunk. The girl and I came into the room as quiet as could be and climbed into my bunk on top.
To this day I have no idea if my roommate overheard any of this. The girl and I were making out and.touching each other all over. I was never a ladies' man growing up so this was blowing my mind. She was gently stroking her fingers all up and down my sides and I kept giggling at it but trying to stay quiet so my roommate wouldn't hear. I had never gotten physical with a girl this way before and couldn't contain myself.
She noticed how extremely ticklish I am and kept pushing the envelope on it as we kept kissing till our lips were raw. In a moment with no self control, I couldn't help but comment on the fact that she kept tickling me more on purpose as she saw my growing excitement over accidental tickles. I was 18 and mad on testosterone and out of nowhere I made one comment by reflex without thinking she would ever remember it.
"I love it when a girl tickles!"
I have mentioned another incident where I confessed my love of being tickled to a girlfriend as a first but this one was different because I was still ashamed and never progressed in this relationship so I don't count it the same. It was more of a gaffe.
She went on that night to become the first girl to ever see my junk and even pleasure it with her mouth. But not before having her fun tickling me all over and being fascinated to my physical response to it. She was making me happy for a moment in ways my 18 year old brain had never imagined but it ended in disappointment.
She mentioned on other occasions later that she was surprised at how few people went barefoot on the campus because having bare feet in spring through fall was normal in her small hometown. She got me to take off my shoes and socks in public for the first time since I was a little kid with that comment. I think she might have been messing with me when she said that because she kept her shoes on as I walked around campus with her in my bare feet.
One time I was lying on my bed after my roommate and I disassembled our bunk to sleep on opposite sides of the room. The girl walked by and stopped in to say hello even though we had decided not to date. I was reading a textbook lying there barefoot on the bed. This is what I get for leaving the door open. She obviously knew I was in to being tickled. She liked it too but put her feet and belly off limits as she thought she was too ticklish there. What's the point of dating a lee if the two best tickle spots are off limits?
Our door was open as she walked down the hall. I didn't bother getting up as I was busy studying and she looked like she was just passing by. After her hello/goodbye, she reached toward the exposed bottoms of my bare feet and scribbled over them with her nails for just a second. It was enough to make me jump in the air and squeal. My roommate noticed, but that's a story for another day.
"Looks like somebody has ticklish feet," she said sarcastically as she went on her way. This was the beginning of the most ticklish part of my adult life. Word of my ticklish feet gradually spread to others in the dorm, and the next 6 months resulted in some of the most curious and most intense tickling stories of my life.
More to come.
