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College Stories F/M

Hiphophooray said:
I can't wait to hear more stories about her
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Unfortunately, when we broke up, even as friends, we had no more interactions with each other where she could get me. She also started to go back home more often over the weekends. I assume she had a boyfriend back home as she would tend to stay on campus more when we were a thing. We're still friends till this day, but so many states apart where we just catch up on social media and it goes no further.
 
Another story featuring Alexa. F/M

This was Spring semester. Where there was no more football to be watched as far as college sports go. It was a random weekend and I had eaten my fill of a late breakfast on campus. During this time, Alexa was living off campus in the newly built Palisades apartments that were right off of campus. She inquired about me having had anything to eat, to which I said yes. However, like almost all women down South, you can't tell them no if they've cooked something and invited you over to eat. Which Alexa did. So, I took the 12 minute walk from the back of campus all the way over to her apartment.

Upon entering, Alexa did cook and the apartment smelled so nice. Baked chicken, red beans and rice, cornbread, and green beans. I was still full from the brunch I had, but smelling the food did make me want to eat something with it being hot. But, I chose not to overindulge. Alexa's apartment was laid out very nice with a separate living room/dining area, spacious kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. This was above standard in comparison to other apartments I'd seen due to the fact that I lived on campus in the "ok" dorm rooms at the time. Alexa had her TV in her bedroom so I asked could I watch ESPN to catch up on some sports stats from baseball and basketball. I had to sit on her bed to do so as there were no chairs in the room. I figured since I took my shoes off at the door that kicking back and relaxing on the bed would make the stats more glorious to watch. Initially, I laid back with my head on the pillows watching the TV. But, there was a segment on college basketball that caught my attention as the clips from previous games rolled in. I rolled over on to my stomach with a pillow underneath my head watching the TV in a child-like state. It was at this time that I'd lost any awareness of anything happening in the apartment. I last heard Alexa mentioning that she'd leave the food out to cool off and that I could take a plate back to my dorm once I left. March Madness took all of my attention and I couldn't get past how explosive the games were per the highlights being shown. So Alexa noticed me being silent. She came into the room and saw me staring at the TV like a 5-year-old watching Charlie Brown shows for the first time. I noticed she was no longer in my view but that's all it took for her.

Alexa got on the bed and for 2 minutes, made me believe that she was watching the highlight reels that I was. That was why I felt no sense of danger. The next thing I know, I'm being pounced upon. Alexa straddled my back with her knees fitting snuggly against my sides. With me being totally caught off guard, I tried to rise up because I knew what was next. That was the biggest mistake I could make. She reached down and tickled my ribs and I dropped like a sack of potatoes caught up in the immediate madness of laughter. I couldn't shake out of the position she had me in. Her knees kept my arms up and away from protecting my ribs. She had full range. And I don't know if my ribs became more ticklish because of me being on the pillow with my upper body being slightly elevated, but I went directly into high-pitched laughter because this tickled like my body just found out it was ticklish. It felt as invasive and prevalent as an itch that keeps getting worse that you can't reach. Alexa took no prisoner. She'd tickle left and I'd squirm right. She'd tickle right and I'd squirm left. She played me like a bad piano and my laughter was the melody. It poured out of me like a dam had lost its ability to hold back water. My arms were flailing trying to catch her hands but her thighs, being so big shielded my attempts. She then tickled up into my armpits and I'm more than sure that the people in the apartment above hers had to hear my wails of laughter. I'm now screaming out STOP in an elevated pitch sounding as soprano as Prince. I don't know how long that was, but Alexa gave me a breathing break. She simple reduced the extreme tickling to rib pokes. In between, as I flinch and slightly laughed, she asked me "Why didn't you compliment this new color on my nails?" I told her, "It was the furthest thing from my mind. You were behind the door as you opened it for me and I got lost in the smell of the food before coming to the room." She tickled my left side. She told me to look at her right hand and held it near my face. I said "The red looks astounding on you. That's peak as a passionate color. It's the OG nail color and has stood the test of time." She flicked my ear and traced her nails down my neck. I squirmed and tried my best to hide laughter attempting to cascade out. I had NO idea my neck was ticklish. She saw me squirm and, of course, went in for the kill. She spider-tickled my neck on the right side and started to tickle my ribs on the left side at the same time. My body went into ticklish shock. I didn't know how to navigate a way to try to stop the double dosage of tickle spots meeting up in my brain to get my body to try to protect itself. I ended up laughing, squirming, flailing my right arm to try to catch her hand, while bending my neck to try to stop the assault of her fingers, while my left arm couldn't find a way to protect my ribs so I let it stay down to try to conserve energy. As soon as I laughed in the sound of helium again, Alexa stopped. I caught a little wind and told Alexa that I would never miss another opportunity to speak about her new nail colors. I promised her.

She broke her silence saying that she didn't get a thank you for the invite for food and that all I wanted to do was watch sports. Right before I attempted to apologize, she struck again. Both underarms. Her nails moving like two spiders fighting over the next meal. I twisted and turned, laughed like 3 broken hyenas, squirmed and tried to talk in between laughter to say I'm sorry, but it all came out like "AAAAaaaaHAHAHAHAHLLLLLEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAXXXAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....O-AHAHAHAHAHA...OKAAAAHAHAHAHA....I'MAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH....SORAAAHAHAHAHAH SHAAAHAHAHASSSS-HAHAHAHAAH....." Alexa caught on. "You can't even say you're sorry. What's the matter with you? This is no laughing matter." It was turning into torture. She let up and I was able to breathe again. I let out a plethora of sorries. I made 3 of them specific: for not being appreciative of entering your abode, for not considering the time it took you to cook and for b-lining to the TV instead of checking in on you, Alexa.

She asked "Will this happen again?" and pressed her nails into my ribs but didn't tickle me. I responded in kind, "It'll never happen again. Scout's honor!" She quipped, "Since I'm already here....." and went right back into tickling my lights out. She did what she did before and tickled one side, then the other and then both hands, and then my underarms and then my ribs until I was literally spent. I gave up on trying to fight back and just let it happen. Eyes crying and tightly closed, mouth ajar with laughter and laying flat like taking it all in like a subdued fish knowing it can't breathe air. She got off of me and left me in the middle of the bed in the broken state she put me in. I ended up eating after catching my bearings because clearly being tickled for over 20 minutes makes you hungry.

I still don't understand how or why such women found me and broke me, but I was totally not complaining while in college.
 
Decypha said:
Another story featuring Alexa. F/M

This was Spring semester. Where there was no more football to be watched as far as college sports go. It was a random weekend and I had eaten my fill of a late breakfast on campus. During this time, Alexa was living off campus in the newly built Palisades apartments that were right off of campus. She inquired about me having had anything to eat, to which I said yes. However, like almost all women down South, you can't tell them no if they've cooked something and invited you over to eat. Which Alexa did. So, I took the 12 minute walk from the back of campus all the way over to her apartment.

Upon entering, Alexa did cook and the apartment smelled so nice. Baked chicken, red beans and rice, cornbread, and green beans. I was still full from the brunch I had, but smelling the food did make me want to eat something with it being hot. But, I chose not to overindulge. Alexa's apartment was laid out very nice with a separate living room/dining area, spacious kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. This was above standard in comparison to other apartments I'd seen due to the fact that I lived on campus in the "ok" dorm rooms at the time. Alexa had her TV in her bedroom so I asked could I watch ESPN to catch up on some sports stats from baseball and basketball. I had to sit on her bed to do so as there were no chairs in the room. I figured since I took my shoes off at the door that kicking back and relaxing on the bed would make the stats more glorious to watch. Initially, I laid back with my head on the pillows watching the TV. But, there was a segment on college basketball that caught my attention as the clips from previous games rolled in. I rolled over on to my stomach with a pillow underneath my head watching the TV in a child-like state. It was at this time that I'd lost any awareness of anything happening in the apartment. I last heard Alexa mentioning that she'd leave the food out to cool off and that I could take a plate back to my dorm once I left. March Madness took all of my attention and I couldn't get past how explosive the games were per the highlights being shown. So Alexa noticed me being silent. She came into the room and saw me staring at the TV like a 5-year-old watching Charlie Brown shows for the first time. I noticed she was no longer in my view but that's all it took for her.

Alexa got on the bed and for 2 minutes, made me believe that she was watching the highlight reels that I was. That was why I felt no sense of danger. The next thing I know, I'm being pounced upon. Alexa straddled my back with her knees fitting snuggly against my sides. With me being totally caught off guard, I tried to rise up because I knew what was next. That was the biggest mistake I could make. She reached down and tickled my ribs and I dropped like a sack of potatoes caught up in the immediate madness of laughter. I couldn't shake out of the position she had me in. Her knees kept my arms up and away from protecting my ribs. She had full range. And I don't know if my ribs became more ticklish because of me being on the pillow with my upper body being slightly elevated, but I went directly into high-pitched laughter because this tickled like my body just found out it was ticklish. It felt as invasive and prevalent as an itch that keeps getting worse that you can't reach. Alexa took no prisoner. She'd tickle left and I'd squirm right. She'd tickle right and I'd squirm left. She played me like a bad piano and my laughter was the melody. It poured out of me like a dam had lost its ability to hold back water. My arms were flailing trying to catch her hands but her thighs, being so big shielded my attempts. She then tickled up into my armpits and I'm more than sure that the people in the apartment above hers had to hear my wails of laughter. I'm now screaming out STOP in an elevated pitch sounding as soprano as Prince. I don't know how long that was, but Alexa gave me a breathing break. She simple reduced the extreme tickling to rib pokes. In between, as I flinch and slightly laughed, she asked me "Why didn't you compliment this new color on my nails?" I told her, "It was the furthest thing from my mind. You were behind the door as you opened it for me and I got lost in the smell of the food before coming to the room." She tickled my left side. She told me to look at her right hand and held it near my face. I said "The red looks astounding on you. That's peak as a passionate color. It's the OG nail color and has stood the test of time." She flicked my ear and traced her nails down my neck. I squirmed and tried my best to hide laughter attempting to cascade out. I had NO idea my neck was ticklish. She saw me squirm and, of course, went in for the kill. She spider-tickled my neck on the right side and started to tickle my ribs on the left side at the same time. My body went into ticklish shock. I didn't know how to navigate a way to try to stop the double dosage of tickle spots meeting up in my brain to get my body to try to protect itself. I ended up laughing, squirming, flailing my right arm to try to catch her hand, while bending my neck to try to stop the assault of her fingers, while my left arm couldn't find a way to protect my ribs so I let it stay down to try to conserve energy. As soon as I laughed in the sound of helium again, Alexa stopped. I caught a little wind and told Alexa that I would never miss another opportunity to speak about her new nail colors. I promised her.

She broke her silence saying that she didn't get a thank you for the invite for food and that all I wanted to do was watch sports. Right before I attempted to apologize, she struck again. Both underarms. Her nails moving like two spiders fighting over the next meal. I twisted and turned, laughed like 3 broken hyenas, squirmed and tried to talk in between laughter to say I'm sorry, but it all came out like "AAAAaaaaHAHAHAHAHLLLLLEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAXXXAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....O-AHAHAHAHAHA...OKAAAAHAHAHAHA....I'MAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH....SORAAAHAHAHAHAH SHAAAHAHAHASSSS-HAHAHAHAAH....." Alexa caught on. "You can't even say you're sorry. What's the matter with you? This is no laughing matter." It was turning into torture. She let up and I was able to breathe again. I let out a plethora of sorries. I made 3 of them specific: for not being appreciative of entering your abode, for not considering the time it took you to cook and for b-lining to the TV instead of checking in on you, Alexa.

She asked "Will this happen again?" and pressed her nails into my ribs but didn't tickle me. I responded in kind, "It'll never happen again. Scout's honor!" She quipped, "Since I'm already here....." and went right back into tickling my lights out. She did what she did before and tickled one side, then the other and then both hands, and then my underarms and then my ribs until I was literally spent. I gave up on trying to fight back and just let it happen. Eyes crying and tightly closed, mouth ajar with laughter and laying flat like taking it

I still don't understand how or why such women found me and broke me, but I was totally not complaining while in college.
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Was there ever a time in college where u actually got the chance to be the ler?
 
This one breaks my norm of F/M College tickling experiences, but I decided I'd give Hiphophooray this ask since I sat still to bring it back to memory.

This takes place at a spoken word lounge that was off campus but a familiar area a ton of poets use to go to. The woman in question is Shannon. She had a profound crush on me as a poet and as a friend. She told me so. Was she attractive? Hell yes! OUT. OF. MY. LEAGUE. She was also taller than me by 4 inches without hells. I'm no basher of taller women at all. They are equally women just as shorter women and average height women are. However, I was young and I thought that she would eventually see taller men and would desire them over me since I'm average heigh, at 5'8", for a guy. Forgive my ignorance, but that was how my young mind, at the time, rationalized that experience I had.

So, my friend Pimp (his poetry tag name) drove and brought a group of 4 within the car. We met other poets at the venue and were all outside talking before going in to add our names to the list. We were there 20 minutes early, so Shannon asked for me to follow her outside. I knew what this was about, her trying to still woo me to date her, but again, my young mind placed in mental images of her taking off with a taller man, so I didn't want to give myself to this ask of a relationship, so I played it cool. We walked outside and she brought me in for a hug. I hugged her and felt very much like how the Anime shows go when the pubescent boys are pulled into a hug with a woman with a huge chest. Her chest was very warm and inviting and I didn't mind any of that though my mind kept pushing me to help her understand that I wasn't her guy. My unconscious attraction to her took control though. She then spun me around and pushed me back against the wall of the building we were standing by. She turned herself around and came backwards unto me, grabbing my arms to hold her around her waist. This woman smelled divine, felt divine and had a body that Megan The Stallion would compliment. I instantly stopped my mind from thinking of her searching for someone else and started imagining what sex would be like with her since she was giving me this position she had me in to consider.

She had my hands snuggly in hers in our embrace. She locked fingers with mine. I started to wiggle my fingers in between hers to join in a tighter hand-in-hand embrace and my fingers wiggled against her stomach. I felt her stomach twitch and I know that twitch as my stomach does the same thing. As someone who has lost 9-out-of-10 tickle fights, I didn't want to kick one off. She had all the advantages. She had the height, she had my body shutting down with the exception of one area and as far as I knew, she could turn the tables by literally holding both of my hands with one, and using a free arm to tickle either my stomach or ribs while she had me pressed against the wall. But, I didn't care. I played like I was just going to hold her in the embrace around her stomach and I dropped our hand-in-hand connection and started lightly tickling her stomach. I felt the giggles rise out of her as her stomach twitched and moved to the tickling I gave her. Her laughter sounded heavenly. Not the forced laughter some slightly ticklish people make. It wasn't the awkward scream laughter super sensitive ticklish people make either. It was the most perfect ticklish laughter in such a very erotic woman's voice I had ever heard. What's crazy is that she allowed me to tickle her for that solid one minute. She didn't pull away, her hands were still resting on my hands a bit and she didn't move out from the position she had me in. Her hips gyrated a bit, but that was it. Given the position of my back being against the wall, our bodies connected closely, me tickling her with no resistance nor her fighting back and her curves pressed upon my "member" I was placed in a state I hadn't been since Serena. Who would've thought that tickling would be a turn on for her and me at the very same time. I stopped considering just how "hard" I must have been on her and I didn't want the weirdness of what was transpiring to be weird to her. If it was indeed weird to her.

She let out her last giggles and just simply held my hands again. She didn't say anything about revenge. She didn't break our connection and she didn't bring up me being harder than NASA science behind her. I did what any man in that position would do and lightly tickled her again. Intoxicated off of her laughter. She allowed it to happen again and just as I was going to scribble up her sides, one of the feature poets did a call outside to say that the show was about to start. We both went back in, slightly holding hands. I had to think crazy thoughts to stop the tent I was pitching from being seen as I walked in. "What if I was in Jurassic Park and got snatched by a Pterodactyl? Nah, it couldn't pick me up, right? How fast did those things fly? If they were still alive, could we cook them?" Crazy thinking like that took me back down. We get inside and sat amongst our other poet friends. We all took a turn going up to do our spoken word, took our seats and chilled out after the show was over since the club owner loved us for always bringing in major crowds.

Shannon had already told the other ladies about what transpired unbeknownst to me. She called me over to a group of four ladies. 2 I knew and 2 I did not. The two I did know asked what happened outside so matter of factly that I thought I was in trouble. I started to replay what transpired outside to see if I overstepped any boundaries or did anything without proper consent. As I was about to mouth what happened, I saw their heads lift a bit out of my view and smiles formed. The two I did not know started to giggle. Shannon came up behind me and put me in a full nelson. I knew it was her because of the perfume. I was still shocked though as she took clear advantage of the situation and had set me up. I stood there slightly bent over but without the ability to put my arms completely down. Shannon said, "Ladies, if you will." and those ladies commenced to tickle the living shat out of me for about 4 minutes. The music was playing in the venue so me laughing like a maniac wasn't really heard unless you were directly within our area. The other poets spilled outside with some of the people that came to see the poetry, so it was just a few stragglers, the bartender and us inside. I'm getting tickled on my stomach and ribs like I owed those ladies money I never coughed up. Shannon laughed in that sweet, sweet laughter of hers, as were the ladies from finding out I was deeply ticklish. Veronica said, "Don't ever come for our girl like that again, ya'hea'me?" I couldn't even talk. As they let up, they all made sure to reinforce the threat by wiggling their fingers in the air. Shannon dropped me from the full nelson and said, "I had to plot my revenge and now I know that you're ticklish too." Everything in me to want to fully explore Shannon and have her do the same to me. I didn't want a relationship, but I wanted her in ways outside of tickling. I never got the chance as we were on two separate college campuses within the same city. 45 minutes away from each other by car and I had no car and neither did she. We exchanged numbers but this was during a time where you had to wait for night and weekend minutes to talk without it going against your bill. Shannon also stopped showing up to other poetry meetups at that spot. I never knew why and as I tried to call her from time to time, the phone number sounded disconnected. I heard later that she did get another number, but I was back home after college at that point so it was a failed opportunity to see what would've happened between us.

Nevertheless, I did actually get a chance to be a tickler instead of a 'lee while in college. But, of course it instantly backfired.
 
I figured I'd do something different this time. This is two college stories within a few days of each other. Still F/M but there's one FF/M.

This story is with Alexa. It was at this point on campus that she considered herself the best tickler and I didn't argue with her. This one is short, but it brought a lot of things to attention. I'll get into what I mean by that in a bit. So, we're walking outside around campus as there's no one particularly on campus at this point because it was a small Mardi Gras break. Alexa and I were just walking and talking. She was walking slightly behind me to my right-hand side at a moderate pace. As we're walking, she forced me to look to the left. I forgot what she said that averted my attention, but as I looked to the left, she snuck her hand into my front right pocket and wiggled her fingers near my groin area. I almost choked on my laughter the way it forced itself out of me and yet I was also, no lie, INSTANTLY aroused. I don't know what it was about that area. Maybe since it was my first time being tickled there or maybe it was the sensations of her fingers that woke up the blood vessels from the nerve endings so close to my "tool". Whatever it was, I pitched a tent and I didn't want Alexa to know, but she'd already saw it as her fingers kept tickling that area and my pants pocket would not help me out in any way as me trying to get her hand out of my pocket made the pocket close further onto her hand. I laughed, I wiggled, I tried running, I tried grabbing her hand from outside of my pocket to force it up and out and to no avail. I was a laughing mess and was turned on all at the same time. Alexa finally subsided her attack and slipped her hand out of my pocket as easily as it crept in. In my embarrassment, I tried to angle my body away from her eyes, but the tent was still there and she'd already noticed. I couldn't change the subject nor did she bring up what she saw, so there was just some silence. Alexa broke into laughter saying almost all men are very ticklish there. Alexa then said, "I might have to try that area again with you later." Alexa and I were just friends. Nothing ever happened "later" either. However, I punch myself because although we were friends, I still would've liked to have seen just how far we could've taken it in other ways since she was the first to get me started in such a manner that I had never felt before.

This story is with two friends who caught me completely off guard. I'd just came out of my dorm room and was walking towards the front of campus for breakfast. But, Mississippi (the name of one of the girls because she was from Mississippi and wanted that to be known) and Marissa saw me and jumped into my path. I said, "Morning ladies." as they got on either side of me, playfully, and Marissa said, "You were not about to walk to get breakfast without us were you?" I was flabbergasted. How did they know? I said, "Well, obviously not. Having two beautiful ladies to go to breakfast with is better than one, right?" Marissa grabbed my right arm and put it around her right shoulder holding my right hand with her right hand. Mississippi did the reverse and had my left hand in her left hand over her left shoulder. Both put the opposite arm around my waist as we walked in a 3-man front. Mississippi said, "We know we are cute. But, you have to choose which one of us is the most attractive." I wasn't going to fall for that. Absolutely not. So, I said, "Do you see me? I'm just lucky to have two beautiful women around me that makes me look like I've won every lottery known to man." As you all would've guessed, that wasn't the answer these two ladies were looking for. Marissa said, "Welp, we hate to do this to you, but......" At that point the tickling started. One had a hand going up and down my left side and the other the right side. Ribs and underarms spider tickled. I'm cackling up the sidewalk and I have no choice but to take it because I can't block not a finger. Marissa knew I was ticklish as she poked me in the side before and I guess that was to test me because though I didn't laugh, I did smile and flinch with each poke while unaware of her intentions from like a month ago. She must've told Mississippi and this was why I was being tickled. As all of this tickling was going on, we're still walking in sync. Both kept the tickling light so that I wouldn't completely stop walking, but having your arms up and out of the way really does open up the ribs and underarms and I swear it makes them even more ticklish. Both stopped and asked me the question again. I couldn't pit two women against each other and I know that no matter the answer, regardless of choice, tickling would start again. So, I said, "Just continue with the punishment, beautiful ladies." The walk is all of 7 minutes when you're walking at a normal pace. But, these two tickling me dry and while walking turned it into 13 minutes. I forgot what they had, but I had a waffle, oatmeal, scrambled eggs and bacon because I burned calories laughing for almost 13 minutes straight.
 
I figured I'd come back with another story, though this one is after my college days.

After my college days, tickling still was a thing done unto me but through dating and friends, mostly dating. However, this one is one of a friend. I have a friend who's name is Mikhaela. She isn't a tickler and has never been into tickling. At the time of our interactions, as there were multiple times, she was doing a bit of massage school. While at her apartment just kicking it, I asked for a massage. She had roommates, so we went to her room. She had me lay on her bed facedown. She massaged my shoulders, back and lower back. I told her that felt very good and jokingly asked how much was the service. She laughed and stated that it was no charge. I then told her that she forgot my lower legs and feet. I said "I'm not walking out of here until the entire service is complete." She laughed and sat facing towards me at the foot of the bed. She told me to scoot all the way back and sit straight up with my feet facing up. She, being very small and short, stretched out her legs, took off her socks and did a footsie massage for my feet. Again, keep in mind that she's not a tickler. However, what started as a great foot on foot massage; her using the soles to rub my soles and bend my toes back, turned into her using her toes to circle my soles, instep and toes and that's where the tickling started. I tried hard to fight it as not to show her my weakness, but when she used her big toes to drive a straight line from the bottom of my foot to the top of my toes, I spilled over in laughter. She stated, "I didn't know that you were ticklish!!!" After my laughter subsided, I told her that that was information I didn't hand out. She told me to keep my feet where they were and started doing a half massage/half tickle dance on my feet with her toes. The pleasure of the massage and the jolt of the ticklishness was quite calming actually. This went on for 10 minutes and she ended the massage with just wiggling her toes into my feet for 20 seconds all the while looking at her phone as if my laughter and squirming had no affect on her. I didn't pay her for this massage, but after telling her it was one of the best I'd ever had, she did say that I'm welcomed back. I went to her an additional 5 times for the massage/tickle special.
 
Decypha said:
She told me to keep my feet where they were and started doing a half massage/half tickle dance on my feet with her toes. The pleasure of the massage and the jolt of the ticklishness was quite calming actually. This went on for 10 minutes and she ended the massage with just wiggling her toes into my feet for 20 seconds all the while looking at her phone as if my laughter and squirming had no affect on her. I didn't pay her for this massage, but after telling her it was one of the best I'd ever had, she did say that I'm welcomed back. I went to her an additional 5 times for the massage/tickle special.
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That sounds just fabulous! :tickle:
 
Decypha said:
I figured I'd come back with another story, though this one is after my college days.

After my college days, tickling still was a thing done unto me but through dating and friends, mostly dating. However, this one is one of a friend. I have a friend who's name is Mikhaela. She isn't a tickler and has never been into tickling. At the time of our interactions, as there were multiple times, she was doing a bit of massage school. While at her apartment just kicking it, I asked for a massage. She had roommates, so we went to her room. She had me lay on her bed facedown. She massaged my shoulders, back and lower back. I told her that felt very good and jokingly asked how much was the service. She laughed and stated that it was no charge. I then told her that she forgot my lower legs and feet. I said "I'm not walking out of here until the entire service is complete." She laughed and sat facing towards me at the foot of the bed. She told me to scoot all the way back and sit straight up with my feet facing up. She, being very small and short, stretched out her legs, took off her socks and did a footsie massage for my feet. Again, keep in mind that she's not a tickler. However, what started as a great foot on foot massage; her using the soles to rub my soles and bend my toes back, turned into her using her toes to circle my soles, instep and toes and that's where the tickling started. I tried hard to fight it as not to show her my weakness, but when she used her big toes to drive a straight line from the bottom of my foot to the top of my toes, I spilled over in laughter. She stated, "I didn't know that you were ticklish!!!" After my laughter subsided, I told her that that was information I didn't hand out. She told me to keep my feet where they were and started doing a half massage/half tickle dance on my feet with her toes. The pleasure of the massage and the jolt of the ticklishness was quite calming actually. This went on for 10 minutes and she ended the massage with just wiggling her toes into my feet for 20 seconds all the while looking at her phone as if my laughter and squirming had no affect on her. I didn't pay her for this massage, but after telling her it was one of the best I'd ever had, she did say that I'm welcomed back. I went to her an additional 5 times for the massage/tickle special.
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Beautiful! Sounds absolutely delicious! Thanks for posting, Decypha!
 
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