"I do not go shoeless outside often," Yuki explained shyly. "It is improper in Japan."
"Are you calling me improper?" Karen asked, who often went outside barefoot. Yuki's eyes widened in fear. Karen pretended to look angry as she scratched one finger down the length of Yuki's foot, from between her big and index toe down to her heel.
"No! I am sorry!" Yuki stammered.
Yuki let out a girlish shriek as Karen really dug the pads of her fingers into the poor girl's sensitive feet.
"Come on let me hear you count," Karen reminded her, rubbing her thumb and forefinger along the edges of the exchange student's feet.
"1 2 3 4 ehehe 5 6 7.." Karen continued to rythmically rub Yuki's dainty feet, enjoying the way the dark haired girl's legs twitched helplessly each time her big fingers moved through the sole area. In comparison to Karen's own feet which were size 8 and suntanned and somewhat calloused from years of outdoor patio romps, Yuki's feet were much more slender and slightly bony, pale and clean at the tops and sunset pink on her arches, size 5 at most. Spreading her hand, the older girl could almost encompass both of Yuki's feet in her palm, a fun fact that delighted her to no end.
Karen began lining Yuki's soles together and trying to rake both their entire lengths with one hand. Yuki's numbers began sputtering with light, helpless laughter as the older blonde girl dragged her blunt nails down her ticklish soles. But if Yuki felt discomfort, she didnt dare say anything for fear of disrespecting her friends older sister.
"55!" Yuki squealed, throwing herself backwards on the couch. After a struggle of giggles, she managed to gasp"56!"
"So close!" Karen teased. "Maybe your english is better than I thought."
"57 5-58 ehehehehehe 59 60 ehehe"
By the 80s, Yuki was a sweaty, red-faced mess. Her carefully parted hair had come undone, falling in black curtains over her face. As though embarassed by herself, she had clamped both hands over her face as muffled giggles emitted from her parted lips. After a calculated scratch in the middle of her arches, she had careened off the couch and was lying prone on the floor with her ankles still trapped between Karens knees who had not moved from the couch.
"Count!" The older blonde ordered, delighted in the japanese girl's helplessness. Noticing that she was uncomfortable with bare feet, Karen pressed her own tanned feet against Yuki's bony shoulders pinning her in place. "Stop acting like a child and it will be over soon."
"93! 94!" Yuki's fists pounded uselessly on Karen's calves as her 'teacher' raced her blunt nails up and down her tender soles.
At the last minute, a stroke of brilliancy hit Karen. She reached over and grabbed Yuki's fude off the carpet. Yuki's eyes widened and she mouthed a silent protest but Karen smiled and said, "Wow this brush is so soft." Then she yanked back Yuki's toes, stretching back both her reddened feet, and swiped the fude vigorously up and down.
"AHHHHH!" The sheer ticklish sensation broke Yuki's cute giggles, enveloping her in a new world of ticklish horror. Her beloved, cherished fude was now being used a barbaric tool to tickle her feet which no one had even touched before. The former quiet student's mind raced: what number was she on? Did Karen-sama even hear her? Was she bending the fude's delicate bristles? In her confusion, she switched to Japanese, begging for mercy.
"Looks like someone failed," Karen said, putting down the brush. "I cant believe you failed this test! All American girls go through this and we pass with flyin colors."
"Im sorry," Yuki gasped. "Please no more tickling."
"I dont know...we were talking about a punishment before werent we?" Karen shifted her feet, pointing her toes into Yuki's ribs. Yuki twitched uncomfortably, clamping her arms down to protect her flanks. "Can I see your toes?"
Yuki fanned out her cute slim toes and Karwn carefully slid the fude between each one. "Hold this." Yuki dutifully held her brush between her toes as Karen pretended to think.
Yuki felt ridiculous, her hair dishevelled and sweaty, the older girls dusty feet poking her ribs now and again, and her feet lifted up and forced to hold her fude in that awkward position. As the brush began to tremble, Karen seemed to have come to a conclusion. Tickling her sole to release the brush, she stood up and pulled Yuki up from under her armpits.
"Ive come to a decision."
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