Tickle-ist1
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Man, I love that saying. If anyone ever just wants to get a quick foot tickle here and there, say that. Three incidences stick out in my mind, so here is my sharing of them.
1) English class: Yeah, I know it's dangerous to tickle someone (especially the feet) in the middle class, but luckily for me my teacher was friggin' awesome and all we did was move around and talk all day (Don't think he was a bad teacher. Theyre were days in which he did teach and I learned alot and that nothing is unpossible.) Anywho, everyday during senior year I'd stare at this really, really, attractive girl and her almost perfect feet who sat a desk up and over from me and I wondered if they were as ticklish as I dreamed them to be. Then I thought to myself go and tickle them, man! and so I decided to go and do it. During the chatter of all us classmates, I walked over to her desk in the front row and sat on the floor, right in front of her feet. She was in the middle of taking a quiz so no one was talking to her, but I was on a mission and no quiz taking was going to stop me. We started talking sweet nothings until finally I made the bet and she said "Go for it." Now I warn the reader, don't ask unless she's wearing sandals or is wearing only socks or if she's barefoot, for who wants to spend all the time untying their shoes? Luckily she had already kicked off her sandals when I began to play around in making fake measurements with my hands. I guessed a seven and I was right, but I wasn't done yet. I then grabbed her right foot, asked if she was ticklish, and began to scratch her soft, smooth soles. She exclaimed, "Oh god, yes!" and pulled away, but I didn't stop there. For the next few minutes I tickled the bottoms of her feet and all she did was giggle until she said, "I can't take this quiz if you're tickling my feet!" So, being the nice guy that I was I went back to my desk.
2) I was walking around the school for I was bored of a class when I saw a friend of mine sitting on a bench with her legs out in front of her. I sat in front of her sandaled feet and we talked for a couple minutes until I made the bet again in which she accepted. I took off both her sandals and instead of making any measurements I just looked at them for a bit, deep in thought of course, and periodically tickled them and in response she smiled and said, "Be careful, now. My feet are very ticklish." At that point, I attacked and she pulled away laughing. I guessed a nine (right again), said goodbye and went back to class.
3) Last night I went to this girl's house for all of her friends were over. It was me, my buddy, and 5 girls all with bare feet. I knew that I couldn't get them all, so I went after this one tall, blonde one who was watching tv. She was laying on the floor, feet out in front, so I grabbed a pillow and lay face down by her feet. We talked for a while, I made the bet, and as I made the measurements yet again I began to tickle her smooth, long soles. I looked up and saw that she was giving me a straight face of seriousness. I thought damn it, she's not ticklish but the straight face turned to a smile and then laughter as she pulled away. She then said, "I was trying to resist it, now what's my shoe size?" I guessed an eight, but she was eight and a half, although I did not mind not getting it right.
That's all folks. I'll probably write again shortly, for I think I'll forget it all if I don't.
1) English class: Yeah, I know it's dangerous to tickle someone (especially the feet) in the middle class, but luckily for me my teacher was friggin' awesome and all we did was move around and talk all day (Don't think he was a bad teacher. Theyre were days in which he did teach and I learned alot and that nothing is unpossible.) Anywho, everyday during senior year I'd stare at this really, really, attractive girl and her almost perfect feet who sat a desk up and over from me and I wondered if they were as ticklish as I dreamed them to be. Then I thought to myself go and tickle them, man! and so I decided to go and do it. During the chatter of all us classmates, I walked over to her desk in the front row and sat on the floor, right in front of her feet. She was in the middle of taking a quiz so no one was talking to her, but I was on a mission and no quiz taking was going to stop me. We started talking sweet nothings until finally I made the bet and she said "Go for it." Now I warn the reader, don't ask unless she's wearing sandals or is wearing only socks or if she's barefoot, for who wants to spend all the time untying their shoes? Luckily she had already kicked off her sandals when I began to play around in making fake measurements with my hands. I guessed a seven and I was right, but I wasn't done yet. I then grabbed her right foot, asked if she was ticklish, and began to scratch her soft, smooth soles. She exclaimed, "Oh god, yes!" and pulled away, but I didn't stop there. For the next few minutes I tickled the bottoms of her feet and all she did was giggle until she said, "I can't take this quiz if you're tickling my feet!" So, being the nice guy that I was I went back to my desk.
2) I was walking around the school for I was bored of a class when I saw a friend of mine sitting on a bench with her legs out in front of her. I sat in front of her sandaled feet and we talked for a couple minutes until I made the bet again in which she accepted. I took off both her sandals and instead of making any measurements I just looked at them for a bit, deep in thought of course, and periodically tickled them and in response she smiled and said, "Be careful, now. My feet are very ticklish." At that point, I attacked and she pulled away laughing. I guessed a nine (right again), said goodbye and went back to class.
3) Last night I went to this girl's house for all of her friends were over. It was me, my buddy, and 5 girls all with bare feet. I knew that I couldn't get them all, so I went after this one tall, blonde one who was watching tv. She was laying on the floor, feet out in front, so I grabbed a pillow and lay face down by her feet. We talked for a while, I made the bet, and as I made the measurements yet again I began to tickle her smooth, long soles. I looked up and saw that she was giving me a straight face of seriousness. I thought damn it, she's not ticklish but the straight face turned to a smile and then laughter as she pulled away. She then said, "I was trying to resist it, now what's my shoe size?" I guessed an eight, but she was eight and a half, although I did not mind not getting it right.
That's all folks. I'll probably write again shortly, for I think I'll forget it all if I don't.
