"You are telling me you are being TICKLED by your clothes, you are so full of shit Ben!" Olivia teased.
"No no! I am serious! I can't pull them off and it tickles like hell for hours!" Ben stammered
Ben was Olivia's friend who she had always thought was kind of cute, so she took this opportunity to tease him and tickle him a little bit."Oh no Ben!" Olivia mocked, "I think your socks are coming to get you!" She latched onto his bare feet and pulled them onto the couch locking them between her strong, dancer legs.
"No... Olivia please don't. Ever since it started I've been way more tickli-"
"Oh my god, you are such a baby!" She dug into his soles with her well manicured, pink fingernails. He bucked like crazy and squirmed as hard as he could to get away. "Oh no, is the little boy ticklish?" She continued her. assault on his feet until she was confident he was weak enough and climbed on top of him. While he was catching his breath she snaked her hands under his shirt and tickled his belly and ribs. He screamed and chortled but she refused to stop. He passed out within five minutes.
On the walk home Olivia reflected on the night. She thought maybe that she was a little hard on him. Maybe he needed help, maybe he was schizophrenic and really thought that was happening to him. She really wished she at least hadn't made him pass out so he could've walked her home. The city streets were no place for an attractive girl like her to walk alone and she looked extra pretty tonight.
She had just came from a dance competition before she went to Ben's apartment. She was wearing a pair of black booty shorts and tights but had switched out her crop top for a tight pink sweater. She had long blonde hair and dazzling hazel eyes. She was short but had a dancers body. Most men swooned over her.
Olivia arrived at her apartment and kicked off her boots before laying on her bed. She decided to take her sweater off before watching Netflix. But she found that they were stuck on her body, no matter how hard she pulled at her clothes nothing would come off, not even her tights. She played down on the couch trying to figure out what was happening, but by the time she remembered what Ben had told her, it was too late.
"Oh no!" She felt a light tingle in her left foot.
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