Chapter #3A Walk in the Park by: Unknown A nice afternoon stroll at the local park seemed like a fantastic opportunity for you to spend quality time with your friend, even though she frankly wasn't a fan of it considering her past experience with a boyfriend of hers. The memory still haunts her to this day, but had you to worry about? Aimee never went against your suggestions prior to this, and this was no exception either; she swiftly sent you a text message, agreeing and telling you to await her arrival by the swing section - albeit hesitatingly. With a smile of anticipation, you marched to the playground near your house thinking about all the naugh--I mean, fun activities you shall be doing with your female companion.
Reaching the rendezvous point, you noticed that there was a few people around. How convenient for you. They were simply children playing with others while the mothers were chatting and groaning when one of their sons peed on the cement again. The juvenile sight made you grin in return; it reminded you of your own history with your parents - now aged and residing by your old homestead. Nonetheless, your thoughts were briefly interrupted by the echo of a familiar voice originating from behind. Spinning around, you saw a brown-haired and pudgy wonder dressed in a tank top and trousers, sprinting in your direction - although that was mildly slow for a dash.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late, I had to stop by a block to help a woman whose cat got stuck in a tree," she said with a very convincing self-conscious smile. A classic response from Aimee and you couldn't refrain from shaking your head at her ridiculousness. If anyone could make up the most plain, idiotic and improbable excuses in the entire universe, it was Aimee. Though, you just can't get mad at her for that.
"Is that the best excuse you've got?" You jeered teasingly. Sometimes you merely had to follow along her foolishness. She shrugged while placing her hands in her pockets in a tomboyish manner. While she found that to be cool, you believe it was adorable. You crossed your arms. "At least come up with something original if you want me to believe it."
"Give me a break, I've had a lot of stress recently," Aimee pouted with her cheeks throbbing. "I don't have time to come up with excuses. Anyways, are we going to stand here arguing or are we gonna have some fun?" She ran to the swings in glee and you couldn't help but chuckle. Despite her age, Aimee still had that childish spirit inside of her and you had to put up with it almost every single day. "Push me harder!" Don't be having any sexual innuendos now.
With a carefree demeanor, you followed suit and did as she commanded. Placing your hands on her firm back, albeit roughly, you propelled her forward into the air in a stern proportion. Aimee swung into the sky with her lovable sneakers dangling into the horizon and she swung back to you at a fast pace. Thankfully, you were paying attention and caught her as she ascended to your height and you shoved her even more fiercely than before. You could feel her spine contracting with every contact you made with her and you relished the sensation dearly. Whilst you might deny it negatively, you did hold some admiration and more thoughtful sentiments for the meg and you didn't even realize it. She blatantly crawled under your skin and your affection for her grew by the minute. Suffice to say, it was if she was destined for you.
While technically you weren't a couple, the bystanders still melted at the heartwarming scene of you entertaining your close friend. You flustered at the lovey-dovey atmosphere that the strangers created with their continuous 'Aww's and 'How cute' commentary. Practically speaking, you were located in the dreaded friend zone even though you tried to move your relationship to a different extent. However, as there are winners in life, there are losers. Unfortunately, you were part of the latter.
"Whew, that was fun. What are we gonna do next?" Aimee asked, removing her rear from the swing and landing on the ground with a 'thud'. It was very amusing at the time, but surely you didn't want to pursue the same diversion over and over again, did you? No, it was the moment to spice your interest a little bit.
Your original plan was to appease your secret fetish: tickling. You have had this particular fixation since your childhood. The prospect of trapping women such as Aimee and titillating them was very intriguing for your naive self and it trailed you all the way to your teen years and even now. Lucky for you, Aimee was abnormally sensitive anywhere - like you've witnessed in your childhood. The trick here was to find something or someone in the park to aid you in your path to victory and many options were open to you at this point. It was only question of making the right decision. What ever shall you do?
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