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They say if you want to remember something it's best to write it down, but is paper really the best option? Rebecca endures one of the most intense study sessions of all time.

Contains

• F/F
• FFF/F
• Foot Tickling
• Body Writing

Story Sample

It wasn’t suppose to be like this. When Rebecca had agreed to become Mr. Cline’s T.A, she agreed to let her teammates get a copy of all upcoming tests and assignments. But as time went on, Cline’s passion for teaching caused her to feel guilty. Eventually leading her to renege on her team’s agreement.

She should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. When she entered the school’s gymnasium and walked to the pool she could already feel so many of their eyes on her. Grades were super important to the coaches, but at the same time they’re mandatory schedule’s left very little time to study.

They were all angry with her. Rebecca could feel the tension all around her, but still did her best to ignore it. Only for it to become unavoidable the minute she dipped into the water.

It felt as though all of them descended on her instantaneously. The minute she grabbed onto the edge of the pool she felt six hands and thirty fingers gang up around her sides and ribs. She howled in ticklish agony, but the sensation only got stronger.

“Where do you think you’re going, Becky?” Teased the one groping at her ribs.

“Yea! Maybe you should hang with us until you decide to hand over those answers.” Another one followed, their hands working their way around her sides.

“Tickle tickle tickle Rebecca!~”

Poor Rebecca was beside herself, struggling as best she could to get free. It wasn’t until minutes later she finally broke out of the three girl’s clutches. With the rest of her teammates giggling at her she ran as fast as she could with her “interrogators” in hot pursuit. She didn’t know who told them about her weakness, but she was not about to let them use it against her.

It wasn’t long before several of her teammates were after her, each of them with mischievous smiles and wiggling fingers. If they had caught her she was going to be the star of a full blown tickle party. As Rebecca dashed past the court yard and looked for her next direction she felt fear setting in. She didn’t know what to do or where to go.

“Becky! Over here!”

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