CollaredKid05
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Sams always had a thing for goth chicks, so when he got a date with Mavis that night he was over the moon. It was suppose to be magical. Hang out with the girl of his dreams, hit it off, make out, years later get married in a big black house. The mere fantasy was enough to leave him with the dumbest smile on his face, something that Mavis was quick to pick up on.
During the date she would continually look at him only to see that same goofy grin. Sam was hardly even paying attention as he’d imagine his porcelain skin, green haired goddess making him breakfast in cute little skull undies. Meanwhile the real thing sat next to him wondering what was his deal? That very morning he was bragging to her about what a “tortured soul” he was and here he was looking as if he was a doped up bear in the woods. She smelled a rat.
An hour into the movie and still that smile, that was it. Mavis had started to txt you friends about how her date was going and instantly her group chat exploded. While Sam was still daydreaming, a picture was snapped of him and sent to everyone. Instantly the chat was surprised. It turned out, Sam’s “thing” for goth girls was insatiable. To the point where he had pursued all of them at one time or another with the same lies about his interests. Anything that would get them to give him attention.
Luna recounted how absolutely relentless Sam was on his pursuit of her. Even to the point she had jab him in the side to distract him. By her account, “He screamed like a little girl. And fell to the floor. I walked over him while he giggled.” From there the conversation got a bit distracted.
One by one the girls asked questions about how ticklish he was. Was he really that sensitive? She HAD to have been exaggerating. Unbeknownst to Sam, he was finally the prime interest of a bunch of black covered girls, however they were only interested in one thing.
Mavis bit her long black finger nail as the chat scrolled on by. Now she wasn’t paying attention to the movie either, just the thought of Sam’s ticklish shame ran through her mind. She wanted to try, and she didn’t really care to be subtle about it.
“Hey, take your shirt off dweeb. Now!”. Sam, taken a back, but still complied.
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Violently Sam shook and spa amped while Mavis’ nails skittered across her sides. It felt like a metallic spider was dancing on his tender flesh, meanwhile his feet weren’t much better. Mavis also used her own toes and played them almond the bottoms of Sam’s soles.
If one tiny poke from Luna was enough to make him scream, then this was enough to send him to the morgue. Meanwhile for the first time ever Mavis herself was smiling, finding Sams reaction not only adorable, but highly amusing. How much would he scream if she pinched there? Or groped here? Would he pass out? Why was he so hard? She couldn’t stop, it would ruin the fun. And she knew when her friends got here the fun would finally begin.
Before this date was over Sam was going to learn a very ticklish lesson about having too much of a good thing.
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