I'm not going to lie, I post the same story in another thread, but it's a fun one all the same.
So I have this friend, Andrew, and we have a pretty weird relationship. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, but we still hug, cuddle, hold hands, etc. Friends with benefits minus sex (if that makes any sense at all...)
Anyway, we were backstage left during a rehearsal for the musical Anything Goes. We were the only ones there and we didn't have a scene for a billion more pages or so. We were sitting on the ground, he was just holding me as I was sitting between his legs, with my legs crossed. Now I was only in socks because my feet were killing me from doing the same dance 800,000,000 times (approximately) and I was just trying to rest. He reached his hand out and tickled the arch of my foot. I squirmed away, but he had his other arm around me. He asked me what was wrong and I said "Nothing, I'm just really ticklish on my feet." half hoping he'd dismiss it, half hoping he'd keep going 😉
Of course he kept going and I had to keep as quiet as I could because it was rehearsal and our director would freak if she heard us. So I'm laughing my rear off telling him to stop and he just kept saying "If you want me to stop, why are you laughing so much? Huh?"
Yep, he's evil like that.
Plus I missed my cue and got in trouble. Figures.
Oh, and now he decided that there's a designated foot-fetish time. lucky me, right?
So I have this friend, Andrew, and we have a pretty weird relationship. We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, but we still hug, cuddle, hold hands, etc. Friends with benefits minus sex (if that makes any sense at all...)
Anyway, we were backstage left during a rehearsal for the musical Anything Goes. We were the only ones there and we didn't have a scene for a billion more pages or so. We were sitting on the ground, he was just holding me as I was sitting between his legs, with my legs crossed. Now I was only in socks because my feet were killing me from doing the same dance 800,000,000 times (approximately) and I was just trying to rest. He reached his hand out and tickled the arch of my foot. I squirmed away, but he had his other arm around me. He asked me what was wrong and I said "Nothing, I'm just really ticklish on my feet." half hoping he'd dismiss it, half hoping he'd keep going 😉
Of course he kept going and I had to keep as quiet as I could because it was rehearsal and our director would freak if she heard us. So I'm laughing my rear off telling him to stop and he just kept saying "If you want me to stop, why are you laughing so much? Huh?"
Yep, he's evil like that.
Plus I missed my cue and got in trouble. Figures.
Oh, and now he decided that there's a designated foot-fetish time. lucky me, right?
