Tickling Short #1
(Published on Monday, October 14, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

Editor's Note: As regulars to this site know, we are supporters of free
speech and, to a point, we allow dramatic license with stories as long as
nothing illegal is being described or condoned. Sometimes a clarification
needs to be made, as is the case with this story and others like it. Such
is the case here. So for those of you who don't already know this,
please make note of something that is called, "Frotteurism."

"Frotteurism or frottage is a sexual deviance defined as a recurrent urge
to engage in 'touching and rubbing against a nonconsenting person' for
sexual arousal and gratification, according to the American Psychiatric
Assn.'s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders."

Just to be clear, unless there is consent, touching others for sexual gratification is illegal.

Monday mornings usually stink. I catch the bus to work. Don't like dealing with traffic. I usually sit, with my eyes closed and headphones on, listening to some news. My bus route isn't a heavily traveled one. I usually get a seat for myself and sit alone, through the entire ride. But to make this Monday even sorrier, it was pouring down raining. The bus was going to be crowded.

I did find an empty seat and slid in to the window. There was room for someone else to sit to my right. I had the headphones on for less than a minute, when someone took the spot, next to me. She was a tall, skinny girl, with medium-length, very straight brown hair. She wasn't too bad or too good to look at. She had a white t-shirt with an American flag on the front and blue jeans.

Here is where the fun starts. She apparently was a student at one of the local colleges. She had a backpack, with books in it. She needed to search in there for something. She placed her right leg up on top of her left knee and balanced the backpack on her leg. This created a situation where her probably size nine right foot, with a flip-flop halfway hanging off was just inches away from me. I knew I just had to strike up some kind of conversation. But, I didn't have to. She turned to me.

"Whatcha listening to?" She asked, with a smile.

"Just checking out some news," I replied. By that time, she had gotten a notebook out and was flicking through pages. "Whatcha reading?" I asked.

"I got a geology exam, today. Just looking over a few things," she responded.

It was time to move in. "I just can't resist," I said, as I began gently sliding my right index finger, up and down, from the middle of her instep to the end of her heel.

"Oh no, ha ha,...ha ha ha," she said, while giggling.

She was keeping things quiet, hoping not to make a scene. From there, I held her right ankle firmly, with my right hand, while sliding off her right flip-flop with my left hand.

"Don't do that," she whispered. No one else was looking our way. She ducked her head down to hide her laughing, as I thoroughly tickled her bare sole. "Oh, oh ha ha ha, that really tickles," she said.

I could see that the bus was coming to the end of the route. I put her flip-flop back on and told her
that with her pretty foot out there and that close to me, I just had to tickle her. She laughed. I wished her well on her exam and headed on my way. Not a bad start, for a Monday.