Gamemaniac021
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tickled my friends feet
I can't believe i forgot about this but it came to me and i felt that i needed to post this.
I have very good friend who happens to be a girl. She is terrific and so are her feet. I do have to tell you I do care about this girl as more then a friend but i'm too chicken shit to say anything mostly because of how good of friends we are. But i know nobody cares so i will countinue.
First allow me to describe her. She is an hispanic looking girl but she is really phillapeno and white. Sorry for the spelling. She is a thick looking girl with feet that are to die for. She also had black hair.
She would come over to my house at least once or twice a week and was always in my room. So it wasn't uncommon for this to be the setting.
One night her, her friend, my friend and me were planning to go out to a party. We were all 17 but her friend was 18. We were at her friends place drinking some Bacardi, Smirnoff and some beer. So we all had a buzz except for her friend who was the DD for the night. The party got cancelled and for some reason my friend (the girl) wanted to go to my place and chill there. Keeping in mind my mom was asleep and it was pretty late. But it wasn't like i haven't snuck paople in my room before.
We all got there and she immediatly kicked her sandles off and started doing ballerina twirls on my floor. Really all i can look at was her feet. The other to were laying on my bed. So i decided to try and wrestle my friend (the girl). I picked her up and started wrestling with her. After a while we crashed right next to the bed. With my back against it and her back on the floor with her legs up and her feet staring right at me. She was like that and didn't move, not that she was passed out, but she was tired. All i wanted to do was to find out was she ticklish but i really was nervous. I should also mentioned that she had on dress pants not a skirt. Then her friend said TICKLE HER FEET it drives her crazy. This was my window and the next thing she Knew i took her ankles placed it betwwen my legs with a crossed leg hold and procceded to ran all my fingers up and down her tan bare soles. She was going nuts and tried to break free but couldn't Her black hair was going all over her face as she couldn't take it anymore. All she could do was laugh and beg me to stop.
PLEASE STOP AH HAH HAHA AHAHA NOOOO..... PLEASE AHAHAHA (my name) PLEASE STOP!
I did stop after 2 minutes only because she was starting to scream and my mom was asleep and i released her. She gave that frown that she always gives me. Everyone stayed for another hour and left. As i walked them to the door she stopped and gave me one of many hugs that began tha day. Because of this incident i care about even more than i do, mostly because now that i know what her weakness is, but am still to chicken shit to ask her out as more then a friend. She came back over the next day in a yellow tight shirt, short denim shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. All my mind would think of was how i want to tape her ankles together and unlace those shoes, peel her socks off, and go after those ticklish feet of hers.
I don't think she remembers that night because she never ever mentions it but i havn't forgotten
I can't believe i forgot about this but it came to me and i felt that i needed to post this.
I have very good friend who happens to be a girl. She is terrific and so are her feet. I do have to tell you I do care about this girl as more then a friend but i'm too chicken shit to say anything mostly because of how good of friends we are. But i know nobody cares so i will countinue.
First allow me to describe her. She is an hispanic looking girl but she is really phillapeno and white. Sorry for the spelling. She is a thick looking girl with feet that are to die for. She also had black hair.
She would come over to my house at least once or twice a week and was always in my room. So it wasn't uncommon for this to be the setting.
One night her, her friend, my friend and me were planning to go out to a party. We were all 17 but her friend was 18. We were at her friends place drinking some Bacardi, Smirnoff and some beer. So we all had a buzz except for her friend who was the DD for the night. The party got cancelled and for some reason my friend (the girl) wanted to go to my place and chill there. Keeping in mind my mom was asleep and it was pretty late. But it wasn't like i haven't snuck paople in my room before.
We all got there and she immediatly kicked her sandles off and started doing ballerina twirls on my floor. Really all i can look at was her feet. The other to were laying on my bed. So i decided to try and wrestle my friend (the girl). I picked her up and started wrestling with her. After a while we crashed right next to the bed. With my back against it and her back on the floor with her legs up and her feet staring right at me. She was like that and didn't move, not that she was passed out, but she was tired. All i wanted to do was to find out was she ticklish but i really was nervous. I should also mentioned that she had on dress pants not a skirt. Then her friend said TICKLE HER FEET it drives her crazy. This was my window and the next thing she Knew i took her ankles placed it betwwen my legs with a crossed leg hold and procceded to ran all my fingers up and down her tan bare soles. She was going nuts and tried to break free but couldn't Her black hair was going all over her face as she couldn't take it anymore. All she could do was laugh and beg me to stop.
PLEASE STOP AH HAH HAHA AHAHA NOOOO..... PLEASE AHAHAHA (my name) PLEASE STOP!
I did stop after 2 minutes only because she was starting to scream and my mom was asleep and i released her. She gave that frown that she always gives me. Everyone stayed for another hour and left. As i walked them to the door she stopped and gave me one of many hugs that began tha day. Because of this incident i care about even more than i do, mostly because now that i know what her weakness is, but am still to chicken shit to ask her out as more then a friend. She came back over the next day in a yellow tight shirt, short denim shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. All my mind would think of was how i want to tape her ankles together and unlace those shoes, peel her socks off, and go after those ticklish feet of hers.
I don't think she remembers that night because she never ever mentions it but i havn't forgotten
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