magic fingers
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Hey guys. Sorry I haven't gotten around to part 3. I actually wrote all of part 3 last weekend, but it was so long, the site logged me off and I lost the entire post! So after about 5 straight minutes of cussing I decided to post a couple days later breaking the story into parts 3 and 4.
So Kris and I continued to date throughout the summer. No I never did tie her up, for a couple reasons. 1, while she never really complained about the tickling, she was afraid of being restrained in general. 2, I was still very shy about my fetish in public, and I lived in a frat house and she lived in a dorm w/a roommate then an apartment w/2 roommates. In the summer we both lived at home. So in other words we had zero privacy, and to this day, I'm very private about my fetish.
But still it was so much fun tickling her, and I even found some ticklish spots she was even aware of, like the back of her luscious legs, her ass, and even her boobs. She was shocked that these areas were so sensitive because nobody ever thought to attack those areas.
Anyway school started again that fall, and one night we were getting ready to go to dinner then a party and she was talking on the phone. I was ready to go and she was always running late. Kris was talking a blue streak as usual and she had her cute little barefeet resting on a chair as she was chattering away. I pointed at my watch, as a way of saying let's go. She rolled her big bright blue eyes and ignored me. So I reached down and tickled her foot. She of course spazzed out jerked her tootsies back and said "Hey, knock it off". Apparently her gf on the phone asked what happened. She said "Oh nothing, Steve just tickled my feet". Then apparently her friend told her that her BF always tickled her as well, because I heard her say "Yeah I know, why do guys always do that to us?" Again she never seemed to complain about being tickled, she was more curious than anything else.
She finally got off the phone, and had this mischievous look on her adorable pixie like face. She said "I'll make you a deal. You refrain from tickling me or even touching my feet tonight, and I'll let you tie me up and tickle me from head to toe, when we get back here. Deal?" I was in shick because she claimed she never wanted to be restrained, so I said "Hell, Yeah it's a deal." Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
To be continued in Part 4.
So Kris and I continued to date throughout the summer. No I never did tie her up, for a couple reasons. 1, while she never really complained about the tickling, she was afraid of being restrained in general. 2, I was still very shy about my fetish in public, and I lived in a frat house and she lived in a dorm w/a roommate then an apartment w/2 roommates. In the summer we both lived at home. So in other words we had zero privacy, and to this day, I'm very private about my fetish.
But still it was so much fun tickling her, and I even found some ticklish spots she was even aware of, like the back of her luscious legs, her ass, and even her boobs. She was shocked that these areas were so sensitive because nobody ever thought to attack those areas.
Anyway school started again that fall, and one night we were getting ready to go to dinner then a party and she was talking on the phone. I was ready to go and she was always running late. Kris was talking a blue streak as usual and she had her cute little barefeet resting on a chair as she was chattering away. I pointed at my watch, as a way of saying let's go. She rolled her big bright blue eyes and ignored me. So I reached down and tickled her foot. She of course spazzed out jerked her tootsies back and said "Hey, knock it off". Apparently her gf on the phone asked what happened. She said "Oh nothing, Steve just tickled my feet". Then apparently her friend told her that her BF always tickled her as well, because I heard her say "Yeah I know, why do guys always do that to us?" Again she never seemed to complain about being tickled, she was more curious than anything else.
She finally got off the phone, and had this mischievous look on her adorable pixie like face. She said "I'll make you a deal. You refrain from tickling me or even touching my feet tonight, and I'll let you tie me up and tickle me from head to toe, when we get back here. Deal?" I was in shick because she claimed she never wanted to be restrained, so I said "Hell, Yeah it's a deal." Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
To be continued in Part 4.