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I'm currently taking a Music Theory class at school, but it's a total joke. The professor doesn't pay attention to us and more often than not we spend the hour engaging in banter or playing children's games. It's alright though, none of us are complaining. There's only about ten of us in the class, anyway, six guys and four girls. I'm better friends with most of the guys in the class; they're all lovable-goofball theater majors and garage musicians.
Earlier last week, my friend Jay discovered that I'm deathly ticklish. I'm actually really mad about it, considering my hypersensitivity is something I've always been able to keep in check while in public. While my best friends know how to get me to dissolve into a giggling puddle, most people aren't aware that I'm that susceptible to touch. The reason I'm mad is that it was one of those accidental, caught me off guard, kind of discoveries.
I was walking to class listening to my iPod and I was sort of in my own little world, when Jay came up behind me, trying to get my attention. I didn't hear him, so he poked the area right under my ribcage with his pointer finger. I can't help but cringe when I think of my reaction; I jumped, sort of, and tripped over my own feet, letting out a quick yelp. Jay was grinning like a chesire cat, feigning innocence, "I barely touched you. Are you okay?"
I was like a bleeding seal in shark infested waters.
This little discovery brings us to today's events. I arrived to class early and pulled out my book to get some reading in (I'm an english person). I think I should just give up on letting my guard down because as I slowly became enthralled in the chapter, I became an easy target.
I felt someone slide into the seat next to me, which was uncommon because we sit fairly spaced apart considering there's so few of us in the room. I looked up to see Jay smiling at me, pulling out his books. I rolled my eyes at him and continued reading.
When class began, I felt a hand creep onto my knee. I was only wearing a pair of black leggings and my legs were crossed one over another with my knee jutting out towards Jay.
"Hi, Rynn." I felt a jolt of ticklish energy as his big hand completely covered my knee and squeezed. I gasped, bringing one hand to my mouth and the other to his hand, trying to pry it off my leg; he's 6'2" and muscular compared to my 5'6" and not... I wasn't going to win this one.I did succeed, however, in getting the attention of nearly every person in the room, save for our oblivious professor. I groaned through gritted teeth as he smiled.
"What's wrong?" The remaining members of out class snickered as I shot him a pleading look, after failing to loosen his vice like grip on my leg. Another squeeze.
"Seriously?!" I tried to pinch his hand, using the method of pinching only a small amount of skin- he laughed. Squeeze three. I was starting to lose my resolve, I held my breath and tried to think of anything but the hand resting on my leg. He gave it a rest for five minutes as we took notes and while I was still aware of the torturous fingers resting on the sensitive hot spot, I started to relax and focus on the Ionian mode.
As the hour drew to a close, I wasn't really thinking about Jay's hand. Bad move on my part. As majority of the class stood to leave, I finished jotting down the last line of the notes and I felt his fingers curl up under my knee into the hypersensitive area there. My yelp turned into a full on giggle as I tried to pull his hand off of me.
"Jason, leave her alone." My professor called from her office as she heard my laughter. With that, he dropped my leg and patted my thigh before strolling out of the class. I stared in disbelief at my professor, who appeared to have only recently rejoined the world of the living. Unbelievable.
I'm currently taking a Music Theory class at school, but it's a total joke. The professor doesn't pay attention to us and more often than not we spend the hour engaging in banter or playing children's games. It's alright though, none of us are complaining. There's only about ten of us in the class, anyway, six guys and four girls. I'm better friends with most of the guys in the class; they're all lovable-goofball theater majors and garage musicians.
Earlier last week, my friend Jay discovered that I'm deathly ticklish. I'm actually really mad about it, considering my hypersensitivity is something I've always been able to keep in check while in public. While my best friends know how to get me to dissolve into a giggling puddle, most people aren't aware that I'm that susceptible to touch. The reason I'm mad is that it was one of those accidental, caught me off guard, kind of discoveries.
I was walking to class listening to my iPod and I was sort of in my own little world, when Jay came up behind me, trying to get my attention. I didn't hear him, so he poked the area right under my ribcage with his pointer finger. I can't help but cringe when I think of my reaction; I jumped, sort of, and tripped over my own feet, letting out a quick yelp. Jay was grinning like a chesire cat, feigning innocence, "I barely touched you. Are you okay?"
I was like a bleeding seal in shark infested waters.
This little discovery brings us to today's events. I arrived to class early and pulled out my book to get some reading in (I'm an english person). I think I should just give up on letting my guard down because as I slowly became enthralled in the chapter, I became an easy target.
I felt someone slide into the seat next to me, which was uncommon because we sit fairly spaced apart considering there's so few of us in the room. I looked up to see Jay smiling at me, pulling out his books. I rolled my eyes at him and continued reading.
When class began, I felt a hand creep onto my knee. I was only wearing a pair of black leggings and my legs were crossed one over another with my knee jutting out towards Jay.
"Hi, Rynn." I felt a jolt of ticklish energy as his big hand completely covered my knee and squeezed. I gasped, bringing one hand to my mouth and the other to his hand, trying to pry it off my leg; he's 6'2" and muscular compared to my 5'6" and not... I wasn't going to win this one.I did succeed, however, in getting the attention of nearly every person in the room, save for our oblivious professor. I groaned through gritted teeth as he smiled.
"What's wrong?" The remaining members of out class snickered as I shot him a pleading look, after failing to loosen his vice like grip on my leg. Another squeeze.
"Seriously?!" I tried to pinch his hand, using the method of pinching only a small amount of skin- he laughed. Squeeze three. I was starting to lose my resolve, I held my breath and tried to think of anything but the hand resting on my leg. He gave it a rest for five minutes as we took notes and while I was still aware of the torturous fingers resting on the sensitive hot spot, I started to relax and focus on the Ionian mode.
As the hour drew to a close, I wasn't really thinking about Jay's hand. Bad move on my part. As majority of the class stood to leave, I finished jotting down the last line of the notes and I felt his fingers curl up under my knee into the hypersensitive area there. My yelp turned into a full on giggle as I tried to pull his hand off of me.
"Jason, leave her alone." My professor called from her office as she heard my laughter. With that, he dropped my leg and patted my thigh before strolling out of the class. I stared in disbelief at my professor, who appeared to have only recently rejoined the world of the living. Unbelievable.
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