Tom, Juan and Eddie were just sitting on the swings, lazily letting their momentum move them, when Kate spotted them from a distance. When she got closer, the boys leapt from where they and began to chase her, much to her delight. She was in good shape and knew she could outrun Juan and Eddie, who were not fast. It was Tom she really liked though and he was on the track team. She zigzagged to the best of her ability, but Tom couldn't be fooled and he eventually, softly, tackled her to the grass and began tickling her sides. It was what Kate wanted, them laughing and touching and rolling around. It wasn't the first time they'd played this game and it was beginning to become very apparent that Tom was liking it just as much.
"You're very ticklish," Tom needlessly said out loud.
"I know!" squealed Kate. "Especially... there!"
Tom kept tickling her sides and midriff until he thought she needed a break. But he kept her straddled and caught.
"I'm going to tickle you!" Kate blurted, though was in no position to carry the threat out.
"Let me see," he stalled. "I wonder where else you're ticklish."
He'd only tickled her upper body on previous occasions, she realized, and suddenly became nervous about what he was thinking.
"Those shoes of yours look kinda small. I bet your feet would rather be getting fresh air and room to play."
"No, no, no, no, no, they're perfectly fi-"
Tom reached back to untie the laces and prod them off, revealing white and pink ankle socks. He was tall enough to do all that and still keep her under control.
"Let me up! Do not touch my socks. Tom, I mean it."
"Look at that pink color. So cute!" He ran a finger along her ankle and then drew it up the bottom of the sock, the foot twitching madly. "Oh, look at that. Does that tickle?"
"Leave the socks on! Stop it. Put my shoes on."
"I don't think they'd fit me."
"Very funny."
Pulling each sock free, he stared longingly at the smooth soles and skittish toes. "I've been wanting to see if your feet are ticklish. Let's just see..."
Embarrassed at being too slow and left out, Juan and Eddie got on their bikes and sped away from the scene.
Kate began laughing hysterically as Tom stroked the feet and teased the toes, increasing the pressure at just the right time in just the right places. She fought but the tickling was too persistent, too effective. She shrieked when he hit a tender spot and laughed and laughed until her voice gave out and she was simply coughing and wheezing.
He ceased, helped her to a sitting position then kissed her like he meant it to be special. With a sly smile, he walked over to his bike and pedaled off, leaving Kate to gulp air and leaving her wanting more tickling and more kissing.
Kate put her socks and shoes back and then...
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