Tickle-ist1
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So there I was, sitting in the back of my Geography class waiting for it to start so that we could all watch another boring flick when all of a sudden my stunning female lab partner comes strolling in, and I knew that this day was going to be an interesting one.
Why you ask? Because two outta two days of the week we are in this class she happens to come Hwasted, which usually means a fun time for yours truly, listening to a drunken chick ramble on about anything a drunk person thinks of.
I can remember it as if it were yesterday....sort of. She was looking good, with her long, dirty-blond hair flowing across her face and a smile her orthodontist would be proud of. But what got my attention that day (and pretty much every day I saw her) was lovely looking size 9 feet. Her bubbly toes were showing beautifully with her sandals, and I don't know about the rest of you, but a girl with nice feet wearing jeans is one of Earth's treasures - not to mention that these jeans were filled by a nicely toned body.
But now on with the tickling: She plopped in her chair next to me, and right as the teacher walked in she whispered in my ear, "Hey, I can't make it through this class today. I'm too drunk to think."
"You're always too drunk to think," I replied. "What makes this any different?"
"I'm waaaaay drunk. I can't focus at all."
And then my tickling, scheming self awakened.
"Here, let me see your feet," I tried to say as slyly as I could.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Just trust me." And using her drunk logic to finally assume it was okay to this, turned towards me and placed her feet in my lap.
This was the perfect situation: the lights were off, the movie was on, and we were in the back all to ourselves. I then started to pull off each individual sandal to reveal those unforgettable soles.
"Okay. Now, I'm going to start to tickle your feet......slooooooooowly , and all you need to do is focus on not laughing. Cool?"
Now, in any normal case, a girl would question the logic behind this silly idea and not be up for it at all. However, considering we're dealing with an "over-achieving" student, she quickly complied. "Yeah," she said, "that's a good idea."
So there I was, about to tickle this hot blond's feet. Her soles were screaming at me to scratch at them, and I don't know about you but seeing a girl struggle not to laugh and all they can do is wiggle their toes is a sight of awesomeness.....
....But alas, the tickling part will have to wait, for I am tired. I'll be back after I catch some zzzzzzzz's
Why you ask? Because two outta two days of the week we are in this class she happens to come Hwasted, which usually means a fun time for yours truly, listening to a drunken chick ramble on about anything a drunk person thinks of.
I can remember it as if it were yesterday....sort of. She was looking good, with her long, dirty-blond hair flowing across her face and a smile her orthodontist would be proud of. But what got my attention that day (and pretty much every day I saw her) was lovely looking size 9 feet. Her bubbly toes were showing beautifully with her sandals, and I don't know about the rest of you, but a girl with nice feet wearing jeans is one of Earth's treasures - not to mention that these jeans were filled by a nicely toned body.
But now on with the tickling: She plopped in her chair next to me, and right as the teacher walked in she whispered in my ear, "Hey, I can't make it through this class today. I'm too drunk to think."
"You're always too drunk to think," I replied. "What makes this any different?"
"I'm waaaaay drunk. I can't focus at all."
And then my tickling, scheming self awakened.
"Here, let me see your feet," I tried to say as slyly as I could.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Just trust me." And using her drunk logic to finally assume it was okay to this, turned towards me and placed her feet in my lap.
This was the perfect situation: the lights were off, the movie was on, and we were in the back all to ourselves. I then started to pull off each individual sandal to reveal those unforgettable soles.
"Okay. Now, I'm going to start to tickle your feet......slooooooooowly , and all you need to do is focus on not laughing. Cool?"
Now, in any normal case, a girl would question the logic behind this silly idea and not be up for it at all. However, considering we're dealing with an "over-achieving" student, she quickly complied. "Yeah," she said, "that's a good idea."
So there I was, about to tickle this hot blond's feet. Her soles were screaming at me to scratch at them, and I don't know about you but seeing a girl struggle not to laugh and all they can do is wiggle their toes is a sight of awesomeness.....
....But alas, the tickling part will have to wait, for I am tired. I'll be back after I catch some zzzzzzzz's
